Xanver Gamwich's page

Thanks anyway. I'll look forward to any new campaign postings by you!

I still check this post every day. But, honestly, I'm waiting for this campaign to die. I'm used to faster moving campaigns. But I'll still play. I just have a rule: if the DM doesn't respond in a month, the campaign's dead.

"Neat", exclaims the oracle. "Let's show the officer!"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Not begin professional trained, the oracle doesn't find anything else of note.

I will be gone all day Saturday, bot me as needed.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Helping the others dig through the debrisw, Xanver can't help but recognize something.
"Hey", chimed the oracle, "it looks like they were looking for something specific."

Xanver follows the others in. Speaking in a low voice, the oracle says, "This looks like it used to be a nice home once."

Is this dead? It's looking dead.

The oracle clutches his sickle close to his body, ready to use it if he has to.

"So what do we do next?" Xanver questions.

"Well, I'd like to help if I can", Xanver states.

Standing up under the townguard's intense gaze, the oracle speaks. "Um, no. My name is Xanver Gamwich. My name is probably on a dozen reports in your precinct." Having Emmett's gaze be too much for him, Xanver looks away muttering, "Just saying.."

After a quick nap, Xanver sits outside the hotel, and watches the officer and the others who were there at the murder scene walk past.
"Hello", waves the oracle in a hesitant way.

Xanver is both relieved and nervous when he was kicked out of the police station.
They even gave me all my stuff back, thought the oracle.The young human is torn by the desire to find the wizard that stranded him in this place, and the need to find justice for that poor woman.
Tired, Xanver looks for the nearby hotel the policemen recommended.

Yes, but I think this world might be too 'opened-world' than most people are used to. Xanver is kind of stuck waiting for people in authority to escort him out of the area. He knows if he just flat-out leaves, he'll be pursued as 'the killer'.

The oracle whispers a prayer to the gods.

Xanver looks to Emmett.

Xanver quickly gathers his healer's kit, and whispers to the watchman.
"Um, can't we talk about this..

Xanver stands up and behind the grippli, hoping to hide from the crowd the best he can.

Xanver picks in his belt pouch and produces a gold piece.
"For what it's worth, thanks", shrugged the oracle.

Trying to remain calm, Xanver explains, "Well, I'm from a world called Golarion. I was brought, wherever here is, by accident. Two wizards, I think, were battling in our village. One of them used a portal to leave, and I got sucked in. I've been here for two days. I just want to find the wizard that stranded me here and go home..officer."

The human cringes at the knowledge he cost the helpful urchin some coin.
He introduces himself as Xanver Gamwich, and recounts the events that led to his discovery with the body, keeping to the original account.

The human holds up his hand to stop the inquisitor from going on. He beings to take some long, calming breaths. After about half a minute, the witness tries to speak.

Looking down to the little girl, a small smile creases the oracle's face, thankful he's being understood.

The human looks to the hellspawn girl in front of him.

The human composes himself for a moment, and begins to tell his story.

Am I the 'boy'?

"I-I'm still here", stammered the oracle, while he sits on a neaby curb and waits.

"Um, hello", waves the human. "My name is Xanver Gamwich. I'm a oracle, and..um I'm new in town. Hehe. So, I was wondering if you knew the way back to Golarion?"