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Ah the joys of moving :) Glad you found a better place.
All good here as well.
Apparently there was a power failure and the backups didn't kick in. They had to hard boot the database cluster...not an easy or fun thing to do.
Watching from his place of concealment, Yardiff Bey sees Anwyn create a globe of darkness around the turtle. Smiling at her cleverness, he moves parallel to the other group, heading to the island Stealth
Seeing that the creature has stopped it's attack, for now, Yardiff Bey continues to watch from concealment, ready to move with the others. He keeps his senses alert to any other dangers. Perception
Yardiff Bey continues his stealthy trek to the rear of the aquatic monster. Stealth
Yardiff Bey shakes his head at both the gnome and Alan's foolhardy bravery. He follows his training and seeks the shadows away from the turtle, aiming to come up on its flank. Stealth
Gazing out at the fetid swamp, Yardiff Bey felt a yearning for the dry , sere plains of his homeland. Shaking away such thoughts, he caught a bit of the discussion, puzzling the object from various gestures. Hopping down from his perch, he takes his share of "food" from Therudrim with a smile, jamming the tender shoots and insects into his mouth before his mind could rebel. Swallowing the last of Therudrims repast, he joins the others and through pantomime and gestures indicates his willingness to investigate the building.
Makes sense to me! And Happy Birthday as well!
Yardiff Bey steps out of the cave and slinks into some nearby foliage.
"Inhospitable to even more inhospitable, this is an unforgiving land. he thought, moving back to a position beside the cave entrance. There he takes up station , sitting on a rock in the shadows , watching for movements from the creature, listening to the hushed discussions emanating from within the cave. I hear echoes of our own trade language in the lingo these people speak....perhaps with time I will learn...and communicate
Yardiff Bey joins the others in venturing outside the cave entrance, his unnatural eyes piercing the gloom (Darkvision 60ft) Perception
Cool, I look forward to seeing what you come up with nightflier. Being from the old Empire, I guess its a bit problematic expecting a whole lot of options regarding heroic paths, feats etc. If you have anything specific to the old empire, I'd love to see it. As for languages, I've been assuming that the Common the Yardiff knows is specific to the old Empire, similar to the Courtier and Colonial branches of the Sarcosans language (unfortunately no Sarcosans here :) ) Even any Elvish he may know would probably be quite divergent from anything spoken here. Nightflier, can I use an available language slot to learn the common variant native to this continent, over time?
Yardiff Bey felt palpable relief as he put more space between himself and that terrible tree. There are many strange terrible things in this world that should not be disturbed...that was one of them he thought with a shudder , trotting to catch up with the others embarking down the tunnel. Seeing the strange rune covered doors, he occasionally felt enough curiosity to pause looking up in wonder, until he noticed the others doggedly continuing down the subterranean passage. Fort Save Buoyed by the sense of freedom, Yardiff Bey seemed unaffected by the long journey underground,even when the floor of their passage begins to angle more and more upward. Even more bounce is added to his step as the first few breaths of fresh air hits his face.
Yardiff Bey's eyes narrow as the air around himself and the other two noticeably cools....or perhaps is was just his imagination. Nonetheless, he nods a the other's words of obvious caution ,and backs away slowly from the "guardian" tree , his senses on alert for any change from said tree. Perception
Edging forward cautiously, Yardiff Bey gripped his knife tightly, eyes fixed upon the bole within the tree. Will Save
Seeing that the trees were very odd, especially since they were underground, Yardiff Bey was about to investigate further when the beautiful woman spoke and indicated one of the trees. Not understanding her words, but understanding her intent, Yardiff Bey moved to assist. Perception
Continuing is ok with me :) Merry Christmas by the way !
Yardiff Bey smiles widely as the sword severs his chains. With a bow to Alan, he goes to investigate the skeleton further. Now with his hands free he searches the chair and its occupant for anything else useful. Perception
Yardiff Bey winces and turns his head slightly as Alan picked up the strange weapon; he'd heard enough stories of the dangers of grabbing unfamiliar weapons from sleeping guardians... Seeing that the man was unharmed, Yardiff Bey straightened and took up a position behind the strange feline man, he own manacles ready to be broken.
Yardiff Bey eyes sitting corpse, his hand rising instinctually in a warding gesture common in the slums of his home city. Seeing Alan's intent , Yardiff Bey's eyes dart here and there, seeking any tell-tales of traps set and active. Perception
After moving past the bottom of the stairs, Yardiff Bey continues deeper with the others, gazing about at the ancient stone work Very old I think, though I've seen much older back in the Empire Wrinkling his nose at the slime and sludge, being more used to the dusty sere ruins of his homeland, Yardiff Bey nonetheless follows the tall, white skinned elf as he approaches the altar; his own curiosity piqued;his senses alert. Perception
Huh....looks like the forum ate another of my posts a few days ago..
Yardiff Bey confidently takes the lead, seemingly finally in his element. His head swiveling from side to side, up and down he takes in all that he sees, searching, searching. Reaching the end of the stairs he pauses, looking up then down and holding his hand up in the universal signal : STOP! Crouching, he begins a careful examination of the stonework joining the stairs with the room beyond. Beautiful craftsmanship, whomever created this really knew their craft ! And they didn't want the unwary to gain entrance easily! Disable Device
Yardiff Bey watches the pale elf reach into the cavity...and smiles as the rash Gnome almost gets his head cut off. There is a rush as others make their way past the rust blades. Looking about, Yardiff Bey follows as best he can. Dexterity Easing his lithe body past the sprung trap, Yardiff swats at the floating globes of light as he passes Eadfaas. As he goes forward, he lowers himself into a crouch, his senses focused. Perception(Trapfinding)
Grimacing at the slaughter before him, Yardiff Bey sighs at the necessity of such a thing. His moment of introspection is short however, as he spies that the group's objective lay exposed. With a look to the side to see if the others were following, Yardiff Bey sprinted across the trampled earth to the stone. Once there he investigates how it may be of use. Perception
His fiery magic spent, Yardiff Bey continues to run after the livestock, waving his arms, trying to stay with the others.
As the action erupts around him, Yardiff Bey tries to follow the intentions of the others, their unfamiliar tongue ringing through the air. Unable to assist their obvious efforts to stir a rebellion amongst the other prisoners, Yardiff Bey darts forward and takes the knife offered by Rÿarkaelin. Shoving the knife into his trousers, Yardiff Bey sees the little man pointing at the draft animals, shouting. Nodding at the little man's good sense, Yardiff Bey rushes to a spot near the animals but opposite the direction of the hole. Knowing with the manacles , using the knife would be ineffectual, Yardiff Bey draws upon his fiery ancestry, holding his hands out in front of him, causing a sheet of fiery sparks to fly through the air above the animals ( not at them), hopefully spooking them in the correct direction.
Yardiff Bey watches the interplay between the two exotic women with bemusement. "quite the situation you've managed to get yourself into, Yardiff Bey. he thinks sardonically. With a clap of his hands to gather attention, he bows to those like him, appear ready to act. Pointing to himself, he says "Yardiff Bey". Meeting each set of eyes in turn, smiling, he pantomimes that he cannot understand their speech. With a rueful shrug, he give what he hopes is an indication that he is ready to assist in their mutual survival.
At best the guardsmen may be exploitable to get us to the hole...
No Problems here, take care of what you need to .
Finding himself surrounded by like minded individuals, despite the language barrier, Yardiff Bey begins to feel that escape may be possible. Crouching as much as the chains allow, he applies various stretching and pressure techniques on his arms and wrists, attempting to slip free of the manacles securing them. Escape Artist
Yardiff Bey listens to the red-eyed woman change dialects, concentrating on her words, hearing one or two here and there that sound familiar. The tone however is unmistakable: cooperation. With a smile, Yadiff Bey nods.
As others join the conversation, he listens and observes, trying to glean meaning from their unfamiliar language. Linguistics The scholars were arrogant fools, assuming that the Empire's language would maintain ascendancy here in the Colony."
Finding his vision of the happenings outside the caravan circle completely obscured, Yardiff Bey turns his attention back to those trapped with him. Most faces still reflected the fear and hopelessness he saw before. The others he previously noticed however seems to have remained alert for escape. Two he'd noticed earlier had been joined by a very fierce individual and were conversing urgently. Making his way through the crowd, Yardiff Bey approaches the trio. Raising his manacled hands at the leonine guardian's fierce turn in his direction he says in heavily accented Colonial, sprinkled here and there with obsolete or archaic words. "My Pardon, but my fate does not include the life of a slave or falling prey to a horde of whatever assails our captors. I believe that you share my feelings in this. Perhaps we may pool our resources for each others mutual gain and survival." As he speaks he fully appreciates the elf-womans' beauty and presense, thinking to himself This is one that some men would be willing to die for...careful Yardiff Bey that you do not become one, your mission is too important."
Jostled by the crowded slaves , Yardiff Bey tried to peer between wagons to catch a glimpse of what the slavers were fighting. Perception
Yardiff Bey acknowledges the elf's communication and makes his way through the crowd in the general direction of the black priest, as he does so he cranes his neck trying to see what was bearing down upon the slavers. Perception
Yardiff Bey notes the tall elf's silent communication with himself and a few others. He catches the eyes of each of them as well, allowing only a single nod of recognition. He then moves through the throng of "meat", in the general direction of the dark cleric. Seeing that the attention of the guards and soldiers it on the outside of the circle, Yardiff Bey moves up close to one of those soldiers. Picking one that has a conveniently located dagger or knife, Yardiff times his move for one of the crowd surges to push against this side of the circle. Slight of Hand, grab dagger/knife, DC 20
Sucessfully snatching the knife, Yardiff Bey lays it against his inner arm , hopefully concealing it from prying eyes.
Yardiff Beys quiet observation of the prisoners surrounding him was interrupted by the sudden stop. Standing straight, he watched as the guard whipped random prisoners. Unimpressed by such displays, Yardiff sees a number of individuals that like him continue to remain unbowed by there captivity a human of local heritage and an elf woman. Taking a look behind him, he notices an elf of striking pallor. All others close to him reek of fear and hoplessness. Taking advantage of the apparent guard's distraction and the stoppage, Yardiff Bey tests the skill of the maker of his bonds; being careful if he was successful to keep the bonds on to appear to still be a prisoner. Escape Artist
DM: When Yardiff senses the tremor, he tries to determine the direction it came from Perception
Position 45 Perception
nightflier, you mind if for my bonus feat I take bonus rogue talent again? It would stem from his extensive training back in the Old Empire.
Stepping lightly ,Yardiff Bey concentrated on the gait of the tall Erenlander in front of him, adjusting his own steps to ease the chafing of the shackles joining him to the rest of the chain. However, the man behind him stumbled, sending jolting pain up his legs as he was caught off guard and was unable to adapt quickly enough. Mashad would see think this a suitable penance for my rash actions. Yardiff Bey thought to himself, wincing. With a sigh, he again began the mental exercise of studying the man in front, while now also trying to keep an eye on the man behind. The man behind Yardiff Bey was in turn studying the strange man before him. Red hair was not uncommon among Dorn and Erenlanders, even the odd Sarcosan will turn up auburn; but this man's hair was almost like fire. The man would swear that at time it moved as if on fire, even when there was no wind. And the skin...like burnished copper, unlike anything he'd seen or heard of. At first he was quite disquieted to have this strange man so close but the man was of such a calm, unprepossessing nature that he soon gave him no thought , so occupied was he with placing his own steps just so.
Great thanks Nightflier.
Noticed I'd not chosen my Heroic Path, took Quickened.
OK almost done my rogue, just need to finish off background, think I'm going to take Quickened as my HP as well.
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