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M CG Human (Tian-Min) Ninja | HP: 3/9 | AC: 16, T: 13, FF: 14) | CMB: +0, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: -1 | Init: +6 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft |Active conditions: none

Just wanna provide an update - GM is still alive and all that. Life and work has left barely any time for them to do much with any of their games, but they have plans to get the Harrow readings and continuing as soon as possible!

Hope everyone is being safe and healthy with all the scare going around!


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None
Mihaela Stellamaris wrote:
Looks like it just come down to to plan B: "throw Kolthis at them". On that note: does anyone have silence prepared?

Unfortunately no, but I am prepared to cast permanent silence on anyone inside!

Walking through the rain on the corpses of mangled insects doesn't do much to help the feeling in the air around the group as they headed towards their first objective. "At the least they found some way to not be wasteful. I suppose that's worth something." he mutters to himself, ignoring the phantom sounds of crunching exoskeleton reverberating in his head with each step.

Now waiting for Mihaela to return from her scouting, Kolthis turned the handle of his hammer in his hand, listening to the others talk. "Don't fret, Yelena. It's different than tracking down some beasties or such into their lairs, that's for sure. Most people, even the adventuring sort, don't get too accustomed to this. Hells, it even took Lucy here quite a while longer than you might expect." He says the last bit, hefting his hammer up on his shoulder with a small, tight smile - his attempt at some defusing humor.

With Mihaela coming back with news of no easy point of ingress, Kolthis couldn't quite say he was surprised. Managing to make it out of the underground after knowing what Myre had his hand in summoning, hell, Kolthis would have barricaded himself too. Unfortunately for the necromancer, it was not going to be good enough.

"If one of you can pick that thing, wonderful. If not, I'm ready to get this started, hammer swinging. As far as that protection goes, who's to say where in here Myre will be. Up to you when you want to use it."


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None
Elize ‘Lys’ Brokenshield wrote:
"I'm off to collect my horse, and a meal that doesn't look like a drowned corpse. Kolthis, you coming?", she quips, clearly eager to have any excuse out of the library.

Kolthis smiled at Lys’ invitation, clearly glad to have a reason to not suffer the wonderful meal placed in front of them. ”Aye, don’t leave me behind now. We got plenty of tales to exchange, i’m sure, while these folks toil away at their books, and hopefully plenty of ale to go right alongside them!”

The time spent catching up and carousing was most welcome, giving them the chance to reminisce about their past exploits and exchange stories of their recent adventures - tales that only strengthened the sense of enjoyment a Desnan like himself could only get from the most ridiculous and exhilarating stories told by people even more so. Kolthis couldn’t quite remember the last time he had had the chance to enjoy some time with a, dare he say, friend, in more than a passing manner. Fellow members of the wandering Church aside, of course.

Of course, this was also a chance to distract themselves from the horror that they were now facing. So, ale and laughter flowed freely, trying their best to take the anxieties and shadows of Carrion Hill with them. Eventually however, the current was no longer strong enough, and his thoughts took on a more solemn tone. It was around this time Lys went on back to the others, with a statement condemning his lack of being fun anymore and that perhaps there’d be something more to target practice with than the apple on the head of the poor sleeping bloke tucked away in the corner, with Kolthis assuring her he would be right behind her.

And he did follow, albeit quite slowly. Cheeks flush as his thoughts, Kolthis sipped on the drink he had brought with him, walking slowly through the narrow streets of town. He found a bench, rickety and unkempt to be sure, but sturdy enough to hold him, and sat looking up at the dark sky. The fog surrounding the night made it difficult, but he was able to pick out the unmistakable shimmer of stars in the sky. ”Are you guys up there? Can you hear me? I’m getting close, I think. Feels like it, especially with all that cavern business down below. Got some people working through some papers, searching for some more answers. Friends, I guess you could say. Some, at least. Others, it’s a little hard to say yet. I’m not quite sure what brought them here, but they seem alright enough. In fact, you lot would probably appreciate their...pluckiness, you could say, ridiculous as you all are.”

Kolthis let out a bark of a laugh at that, but returned quickly to solemnity. ”Stars, what am I even doing here? Am I going to find what I seek? What I need? Can I finally be free?” he whispered at the sky, tears trailing slowly down his face.

The howling of the wind was his only reply.

With a sigh, Kolthis wiped his face, drank the last few drops of alcohol from the tankard before laying it down on the bench, and made his way back to the manor, hoping for some manner of good news.

He was met with the rather strange sight of a visibly strained Walter and a clear sense of tension in the air. Immediately, Kolthis was on alert, looking around and trying to get a bearing on the situation. Was the day too much for some of them? Was it the books? Had there been some sort of spell or enchantment taken hold of them? Some secretive plot amongst the many members finally rising to the surface?

Luckily, before he got too far, the situation de-escalated itself, as it seemed the group had been dealing with it for some time. Remaining wary, Kolthis followed the rest into another conference with the mayor to catch him, and Kolthis, up on the discoveries.
”Aye, I think we could definitely make use of those resources. The more tools, the better our chances. Rest assured, we will do everything that we can for this city, and banish the horrors back into the abyss from whence it came. On that note, I vote we start with Crove, and see what madness from the asylum compelled him to release more into this world.”


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Side note, Pickles and I would like to wish everyone a happy holidays! (He's only 7 months old!)


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Considering Kolthis doesn't really have any language based spells prepared today, he will help by not being in the way! Best of luck to you intellectuals.

I've taken some liberties with the library collection - chalk it up to a rather bored servant, or something, maybe? It seems like a fun thing to sprinkle some random adventure books amongst the rest, waiting to see if anyone would notice. I mean really, what kind of noble actually reads through their massive collection of books?


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

As the rest of the party somehow managed to convince the owner of the Arcane Boutique to open her doors, Kolthis decided it was a good time to start the mending process on Garrus' broken pendant. They were on the way to the mayor, after all. There was the possibility that he wouldn't want it, of course - but Kolthis knew that he would have done much to have some memento of his old companions, regardless of the emotions that came with it. Grief, and people in general, were weird. Who was to say how emotions really work.

When they finally arrived, however, Kolthis didn't even have the chance to speak before the Mayor went on his angry rant. The anger, the denial, the frustration - it was all plain to see on the man's face, and it ignited only sympathy from Kolthis. He remained silent as the Mayor left, fist gripping the mended pendant in his pocket, and followed Jarvis down to the library. Before Jarvis left, Kolthis grabbed his sleeve and took him aside.

"I don't quite understand what we're facing - not like Yelena, or Walter do. However, I do understand the effects of loss and grief on a man's soul. Garrus was a good man for doing what he did for this city. It is unfortunate that the swirls of chaos in this world cares not for man's deeds."

Taking the pendant out, Kolthis placed it gently in Jarvis' hands, closing the butler's fingers around it. The jewelry felt heavy, far more than any of the armor that Kolthis wore. "This was Garrus'. I am sorry we could not recover more." Another failure. How many more will I suffer? "Please, give it to the mayor for us. I can only hope this aids in easing the burden, even if a little."

Stepping back now, Kolthis watched as Jarvis left them alone. "Stars, I pray it does."

Entering the library now, Kolthis was impressed at the size. He hadn't often been given the chance to be in such a place of knowledge. His eyes were immediately drawn by lacquered map in the middle of the table. He examined it, marveling at the detail and intricacy. Is that what the mountain range looks like then? Hmm.. Kolthis pulls out a little notebook from his bag, intending to compare the scales of his own drawings to this -

Only to be interrupted quite abruptly by Walter's claim of the table and subsequent spreading of all the documents they had recovered from below.

Kolthis sighed. Later, then. This work was definitely more important, and getting out of their way was probably the most help he could offer.

Instead, Kolthis browsed some of the titles of the library, taking note of any of the more interesting tales.

The Tale of the Princess and the DireRats - based on a true story!

The Travels of Nial Longstrider - First Man to Travel to the Lost Ruins of Azlant and Survive. Or so he claimed.

Greatest Tales from the Life of Anthuriam the Bard.

How I Met A Red Dragon and Lived! - by Brido, the abnormally long-lived halfling

It was interesting to Kolthis that the Mayor would have these kinds of stories - he and this town were definitely not the temperament one would expect to house such works. It was a rather pleasant surprise.

Kolthis was distracted from his browsing by the voices of the rest figuring out the best way to approach the reading. "If somehow you're still at it tomorrow, I can re-prepare spells and help out with the reading. For the moment, however, I'm about as useful as a hammer without a handle." He nodded towards Lys, flashing a smile. "I'd not mind coming with you, if you like. Leave these brainy sorts to do what they do best, swamp sounds and all."


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Dark Creeper Room:

Kolthis stood silently by the door as Yelena “talked” with what she called the dark creepers. He was impressed at the deftness with which she was seemingly able to relay her questions through charade form. He remembered trying that once, sometime in the past. Unfortunately, that event had ended with a lot more dead than anyone would have liked. So, he had no problem staying out of the way with this one, especially considering the dark creepers seemed to be actively avoiding his light and contact with the rest of the group. Maybe he had been too hasty in his magic, he thought, as Yelena noted that they just wanted to be left alone. Yet, he kept a pointed eye oon the inhabitants, hammer at the ready. Better to be careful than dead.

Who the hell would want to summon something so evil and dangerous? This whole thing didn’t make much sense to Kolthis. Why would someone ever put any trust into dark, self-admitting evil entities and expect them to ever care about you? Destruction stops for no one. The fire lit by a falling ember from the torch of a mad man discriminates not when it reaches back up to consume flesh. People always seemed to be so sure they could control things far out of their reach.

Arrogance. Pride. Lack of foresight. You could call it by whatever words in whatever language you wanted - the end result was always the same. Death, by their own machinations.

The ravening darkness. Now that was a proper name for an all consuming evil. Proper enough for this thing these five had likely summoned. And now, the six of them would have to try to unsummon it - whether through magic, or good old fashioned beatdown. However, it was not going to be nearly that easy. Yet, it was too late to run, so what choice did they have? None at all. At least, not for him.

Facing the stairs descending into further darkness, Kolthis made sure to keep the hammer raised, though the light did little good. His vision in the dark seemed to help a little, at least enough to get them through. ”Perhaps not man or elf, but never count out a good dwarf before he rests on the floor, lass.” he said, hiding behind the mask of humor. Starsong, guide us true. he thought as they continued their excavation.

The descent through the never-ending darkness was maddening. It was impossible to know how long, how deep this staircase went. Past ancient walls, layers of history, and walls that had seen more than Kolthis could ever imagine. The black slime followed them, ever-present, accompanied by the echoing sounds of their own descent, mixed in with the sounds of ancient earth. How long until they became just noises in the dark? Was this their fate - doomed to travel down a neverending staircase, a spiral of madness mirroring Pharasma’s own, only to end in a heap of flesh and bone to be swallowed up by the dark?

And then, miraculously, the group emerged into a new clearing. Kolthis looked around at the fallen debris within the massive room, with even more paths branching out. How had this ever come into being, and how had these cultists even found it? The air itself felt wrong and suffocating. This cave was amazing - and terrifying.

It took a moment for Kolthis to notice the altar, distracted by the rest of the cavern. The dead trees certainly drew attention to the area, which was seemingly just as intended. And then Walter decided to move closer to it, barely taking the time to think. Kolthis cursed, following the wizard. He wasn’t going to let his recklessness get him killed.

Seeing more black sludge surrounding the area was indicative that this had been a vital part of whatever inhumane ritual had taken place here. The mutilated bodies that lay in the sludge only convinced him more so. His initial reaction was to say some sort of prayer for the dead - but in this case, these men certainly deserved the result of the evil that they summoned.

And then, the ghastly figure lept on top of the altar. Immediately, Kolthis went into a fighting stance, lucerne hammer at the ready. He recognized the signs of a ghoul anywhere - he had fought and killed enough of them in his time. Yet, before he struck out, the ghoul did something that Kolthis hadn’t quite experienced before - it talked to them.

Listening to its words, Kolthis didn’t doubt that it wouldn’t be alone. However, he could honestly not care any less. He didn’t trust anything that this thing said to them, and he would certainly not pay it any tribute. If they had to fight their way out, then so be it. Undead belonged in the ground - not on an altar, bartering.

Yet, that was the exact thing that Yelena and Walter seemed to want to do. Kolthis was wary of the yellow-eyed cretin’s words, despite his inkling that it was telling the truth. The wariness only increased when Walter decided to change tongues. Why the hell would he know to speak the same language as gods-forsaken ghouls? The fact that it was actually talking was strange enough, but this just added to it. Could he be party with them - was that why he was here? Was this some elaborate plot of his? But seeing Walter put his own items down in front of this thing, he realized no, he was being paranoid. For some reason or another, the Walter he had known had changed, and he was simply trying to get them out of this, in his own way.

But when Walter finally decided to speak plainly again, Kolthis knew that there was no way his actions were going to go anywhere. He wanted them to [i]bow?[i] To this abomination of an undead? To this evil creature that so nonchalantly was eating human flesh in front of them? Kolthis had visions in his mind - flashbacks of people, friends, that he had known, ripped apart by the darkness, limbs laying on the floor. Piles of blood. Screams of agony, of destruction. The ripping sounds of flesh as abominations of nature continued.

No. No, absolutely not. Never would he allow such a thing to live in his presence. Not after all he had fought for, not after what he had seen. He bowed to no one but his Goddess. Invoking her name, he raised his hammer, eyes shining with divine fury.

”Bring what hells you will beast. You will be the one bowing.

Rolls/OoC:

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

If there is a chance, Kolthis will cast True Strike, and then take an attack. If there is only one action, it will be True Strike and then being in range for an attack of opportunity.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 +20 if True Strike is active
Damage: 1d12 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Thank you, oh benevolent DM, for sparing us from the terror of passing through another accursed door. Verily, they are the most dangerous parts of adventuring.


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Looking around the hallway, Kolthis was reminded of the many mausoleums he had visited in his time. Locked doors, ancient writing, sarcophagi - always the same, even leagues apart. But the ooze, the Taldan writing, the pattern of debris - meant this was much more sinister than anything before.

"Possible undead, a blocked exit, and nothing but imminent danger ahead. Just like old times eh Lys, Walter? Good thing I'm a priest now."

Heading up to the rubble blocked door, Kolthis examined it, giving the area a good look, perhaps for some weakness in the door. The rest of them made a good point. It was always better to know something was clear or not than leave it up to chance. Even with Lady Luck on your side, there were times your consequences were in your own hands. "Busting down the door, it is."

Putting Lucy away in favor of his axe, Kolthis took a deep breath, steadying himself for the other side. "To whatever's on the other side - Here's Kolthis!"

Going to put a few attack/damage rolls here, in case it takes more than one, would rather not get bogged down with individual posts.

Dice Rolls:

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

My goodness, that is a lot of rolls under 10...


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Stop it? Yelena’s words of explanation ring hollow in Kolthis’ ears. How can we stop something like this? he thinks, as he looks at the destruction around them. What can we do against such reckless hate? Do they understand what we’re dealing with? A flare of anger, born of the embers of frustration and helplessness he remembers all too well, rose up, unbidden, in Kolthis. Do they even begin to comprehend?

Sense Motive:

Sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Yet, as he looks around at the faces of his companions, he sees the terror that grips them like a vice, just as it does him. Still, they endeavor to move forward. Together.

As quickly as it came, the anger receded. They do. And they’ll continue in spite of it. So who am I to shirk at the same? After all, I’m not alone this time. Lifted out of his dark thoughts, Kolthis enters the house with the rest of the group.

Walking through the carnage of the rooms stirs images of Kolthis’ nightmares, both lived through and dreamt. They stumble upon the body of a Crow, but clearly more than just a soldier. Once ornate and magical gear adorned the crushed, lifeless body of who Kolthis assumed could only once have been Commander Garus. It seems that he was right about hope - and he despises it. Seeing the holy symbol of Desna, the same he wore around his neck, Kolthis felt emotions of loss he couldn’t explain, ones that he was sure the Mayor would feel manyfold over.

Kneeling down by the body, Kolthis placed a hand over the Commander’s chest and prayed to their Goddess. He died doing your work, Starsong. The least he deserves is the fortune of a clear path to walk in the afterlife.

As he finishes, Kolthis grabs the remains of the butterfly pendant and, carefully, tries to take it off to stow the remains in his pack. There was no time now, but later he could attempt to fix it with Mending, and then perhaps the Mayor would want it as a keepsake.

It was only then that Kolthis really noticed the stench of the room. This would have been a great time to have prepared Remove Sickness. Stupid. he berates himself as he sees Walter being hit particularly bad. With nothing to do about it now, he moved on through the remains of the library, looking for any indication of the creatures presence, or perhaps even anything noteworthy among the rubble.

Perception:

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

As they reach the stairs descending into darkness, Kolthis stops the party for a moment, as he unsheathes his lucerne hammer and casts Light on it. ”Although my vision in the dark is rather good, I am sure some of you may not share the same blessing, so I figure some light will be a good idea.” He nods to the rest of the group, and holds Lucy firmly in his grasp, now emanating light, preparing for the possibility of something, anything, in the darkness beyond. With a deep breath, he says ”I will take point, whenever we’re ready.”

If we're spending some time looking at stuff in the library, Kolthis will use that as time to go through the casting Mending process on the holy symbol pendant.


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Gosh, going through this just makes me really want to play both Arkham Horror, and Bloodborne. I love it.


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Slipper Market was smaller than Kolthis had expected, which made the gruesome scene in front of them all the more accentuated. The rain didn’t bother him much, although he supposed it might have made inspecting the bloody scene more troublesome. He was no stranger to the view of death - hired muscle work had always been full of it. But these deaths - mangled, crushed, and utterly destroyed - were far from normal. He prayed for Desna to help guide their way in the beyond before taking a look at the rest of the scene.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Just as the massive smear of blood drew his eye, Kolthis heard the voice of Walter asking him to inspect it. Right, magical talking. Convenient. “Let’s see what that is, then.” he says, walking closer to inspect the wall, though unsure if Walter can actually hear him.

Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Kolthis froze in place upon seeing the sigil painted in blood. He had seen this only once before, when he had been reading for some information about the incident in the ruins with an older Desnan priest, but he remembered exactly what it meant.

Be vigilant of the Old Cults, for their agents work to bring into our world things most foul. Beware of their madness, their destruction. Beware the creatures of insanity, that exist in between seconds that seek to devour all that you are. Beware of the Dark Tapestry.

Those were the words written in that ancient tome, translated for him. He had heard other mentions of the Dark Tapestry, but only in whispers and warnings of constant vigilance. Never had he thought he would be facing them. Again. Was that the figure in his dreams then? It made sense then, why Desna, with her domain over the stars and work in the silence between planets, had sent him here.

Wait. The silence between planets. Similar to the Dark Tapestry, but a product of Desna. A product personified by The Black Butterfly.

Turning, Kolthis looked for Mihaela - and found her to be also looking at the sigil. He had been so engrossed in his own thoughts he didn’t even notice. Much more frantically than he wanted to show, he walked up to her to ask her what she knew about the sigil, only to see pallid complexion that mirrored his own. ”Ah, so you do know what this is. As I thought. Then you know, as I do, that if this sigil’s presence means what I fear - as you fear - then we, and this town, are in grave danger.”


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

The previous night:

Kolthis lay wide awake in the stiff bed, looking up at the ceiling through dim moonlight. After Yelena had come by and told him of what she heard in the minds of the owners, he had been unable to relax at all. The latent thoughts of the Overton’s matched up in an odd way with his dreams, all pushing him towards Carrion Hill. There was something strange going on, and it was clear that Lady Luck wanted him to be a part of it. He would just have to keep going where his feet took him to find out why. Clutching to the holy symbol strung around his neck, he offered a night prayer to the goddess and eventually fell into a fitful state of sleep, but one blessedly devoid of any more bloody visions in his head.

Making the way through the abandoned streets of the hill city, Kolthis was disturbed the state of everything. It wasn’t so much the animals - he had seen plenty of insects and rats in his time and they bothered him not at all - but rather the sheer emptiness of it all. Shops, alleyways, windows, all completely empty. Even the air was empty of sound. ”What the bloody hell kind of city is this?” he remarks aloud as the caravan group traveled through the fog. It felt almost like that inn did, but a larger scale. He walked near the front of the caravan, hand tightly gripping the handle of his lucerne hammer, wary of anything moving in the area.

When the group emerged at the crest of the hill into fancier abandoned streets, Kolthis let out an exasperated sigh. Where the hell was everyone? Anyone? Then, he heard the cry of the town crier calling out. It was a familiar cry, though it seemed to Kolthis to be wildly out of place in this place. All the same, the contact brought some level of comfort back to his mind, and he slightly loosened the grip on his weapon. Only to tighten it again as more people showed up around them, seemingly also drawn by the loud voice calling for heroes.

Kolthis moved his eyes quickly across the newcomers, looking for more to start coming out. Where the hell had they come from? Were they following him? No...no, they had come out of streets ahead of where he was. Not to mention it would have been amazing to follow anyone in that thick fog. These looked to be other travelers, or citizens that lived here. He took a deep breath and thought back on his readings. Be Ready for Challenges and Unexpected Friends. It was a common aphorism of the church. He was always ready for challenges, that wasn’t the problem. But the friends part had been harder, especially as of late. It would do no good to be closed off to anything that Desna sent his way.

Slowly, laboringly, he withdrew his hand from his hammer and turned his attention instead to Yelena. He replayed the words she had said towards him and Maritine, taking a second to actually process them, rather than just hearing them.

He shook his head at her, and walked closer to where she stood. ”Your concern is appreciated, if unnecessary. No, we traveled here together, and I’ll not leave my companions alone, not in such a place as this.” He gestured broadly at the dark city surrounding them. ”It doesn’t quite strike me as a place to enjoy solitary sightseeing, if you catch me meaning.” he added with a small smile.

It was then, as he was about to ask the crier and his fellows some questions that he heard a strangely familiar voice call his name. Turning quickly, he was able to locate the source of the voice being a wiry, auburn-haired woman with a humongous crossbow. A crossbow as wide as the smile that Kolthis gave off as he recognized her. ”Lys! Lys Brokenshield, by the stars, what fate to see you once more, and here, of all places!” Unmindful of the forced nature behind her smile, Kolthis ran right up to her outstretched arms and gave her a solid embrace, though he let go quickly so as not to hurt her too much under the weight of the armor. ”The last I saw you, you were keeling under the table from two too much drink! Tell me, what brings you to this dream of a city? ” Seeing Lys, a faded memory of his old days before the nightmares, immediately brought back some semblance of joy to Kolthis, overshadowing the grim features of his face, if at least for a moment.


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Chants in Desna

One of us.
One of us.
One of us.

But really, welcome, and I'm excited to play with you! Inquisitors are pretty neat, I can't fight that choice at all. I probably have room to switch out for a teamwork feat, if we went that way.

Side note, for everyone, holiday weekend was really busy, but I'll get some posts going today and be on track for regular posting again! I'm excited for Carrion Hill proper to start.


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M CG Dwarf Fighter 2/Cleric of Desna 3 | HP: 45/50 | AC: 21, T: 12, FF: 17) | CMB: +9, CMD: 21 | F: +10, R: +5, W: +7 (+1 against Fear Effects) | Init: +7 | Darkvision 60ft, Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 30ft | Spells: 1st 4/4 2nd 3/3 | Active conditions: None

Fire rose up from darkness, tips of the flame kissing in chill air as sparks flew out, igniting the ground they landed upon like small needle pricks in the earth, weaving a pattern that only they knew.

An east wind blew, catching the embers and blowing them further along in the darkness. The fire grows, spreading ever further, flames rising higher, burning through the night and catching all that grows. A spark flew out and drifted inexorably downwards, past the base, deep into the heart of blackness.

Flame tips rise and fall, and suddenly the flame is no longer such, but a puddle of blood splattered across rocky pavement that ran between abandoned and decaying buildings. Faces flashed in the reflection by moonlight. Faces of horror. Terror. Misshapen features screaming silently into nothing, cold as the wind that passed over lifeless forms carrying their foul stench.

Screams rose with the wind, cutting through silence, accompanied by frantic breathing and laborious steps as the pavement shifted. Now, the ground was rough, made of dirt and dust and layers of grime born of decades of neglect and forgotten memories. Another body lay back at the end of the path, in a room buried in darkness, bottom half writhing on the floor as it tried to make itself whole by reaching its companion that lay at the other end.

Help

Feet carried a panting form, running from a stalking figure. Hood covered one, and shadows the other. A dip in the ground caught boots and sent feet flying, form tumbling to the ground, hood thrown back to reveal the bloodless face of a woman in terror, illuminated by a fire that was both far too close and yet impossibly far. A gauntleted hand flew out from her side, trying in vain to grasp the light as muscles in her legs refused to listen.

Help

The figure approached, catching up, pinning the useless legs into the ground. As it always had. As it always would. Darkness parted sideways into a mouth of horror with too many teeth and lashing tongues. The screams continued. Eyelids opened around the mouth and other parts of the dark, revealing pale green eyes that stared with a terrifying gaze. A gaze with irises that reflected too much, more than was possible. Of deep chasms that dropped endlessly into darkness, circling around into infinity, swallowing everything forever.

HELP

Kolthis awoke with a start, looking around frantically as he clutched the hilt of his hammer. There was no danger. There were only the people in the wagon that he was traveling with, and had been for some time now. Somehow he had managed to fall asleep briefly as they rode forward in the early morning. He glanced around to gauge if anyone had noticed the incident, but it seemed that none had. The grip on his weapon loosened as he leaned back against the wagon wall where he had been sitting, heavy armor ringing out with the movement. It was those damned dreams that made him so jumpy. They had been coming up more often as of late, and even more as he had started to make his way towards his destination.

He took a deep breath to slow his rapid beating heart. His destination, Carrion Hill. Where his dreams had led him to again and again, despite never having visited the place. Some of the people he had talked to about it tried their best to talk him out of following those dreams. They were dangerous, and nothing good ever came from voices in your head. But they didn’t know. They didn’t understand.

Kolthis looked at the divide between the wagon and the rider area, towards where Yelena was steering the horses on their way. It had been a pleasant surprise to run into her again in Kavapesta, and even more so to learn that she was also headed towards the same place he was and for much the same reason. She understood. He was sure Desna had guided both their paths to meet once more. He could not say for sure what the reason was, but it would come clear, eventually.

Maritine’s presence was even less clear. Looking over at the form of the inspector on the other side of the wagon, Kolthis wondered what the true nature of her travel was. It seemed awfully strange for someone to show up all the way from Lepidstadt, and stumble upon wagon that just happened to also be traveling to the place where no one else wanted to go. He would need to keep an eye on her, in case she tried to meddle in affairs that did not concern her.

Grabbing his holy symbol of Desna, Kolthis realized he had been glaring at Maritine. He shook himself out of his thoughts, clutching harder at the iron depiction of a butterfly. No, there was no reason to suspect her for some kind of treachery. They had been traveling together for a good while now, and she had been nothing but reasonable towards the rest of the small party. She had done her fair share of work, and it wasn’t right to be overly suspicious towards her. He leaned back against the wagon, and pulled out one of few small books he carried in his pack that detailed various adventures through the many lands of Golarion, and started reading.

Approaching The Fenman’s Folly near the end of the day, Kolthis was glad to get a chance to rest in the last proper form of lodging on their path. Rest, a warm meal, and some tasteful drink would do them all good. Walking in with Tereza, Kolthis took in the state of the inn as Tereza talked over their lodgings with the owners, a decidedly odd couple. Something about them gave him a weird feeling. Maybe it was their odd manner of speaking, or the fact that they let their inn feel so empty and cold, maybe something else. Regardless, he kept a watch out for them out of the corner of his eye as he warmed up by the fire.

His feelings were validated during their half-hearted dinner when he heard Yelena’s voice. Is it just me, or is something feel off? Whisper a reply, I'll hear you.

Hearing Maritine respond first, he nodded slightly in agreement.

Aye, the owners. But not just them. It’s all of it. The inn, the food, hells even this rickety single table. None of it feels right. It’s cold and empty and it feels unlike any other inn I’ve ever spent any time in. Not natural, it is.

He watched as Maritine went up to the bar and stared daggers at Mr. Overton. Kolthis scoffed lightly, covering it up with a drink of the ale. Subtle indeed. That was about as subtle as knocking the man out with his hammer right where he stood.

Following suit, Kolthis finished his drink and spoke up towards Mistress Overton, slamming his mug down on the table. ”That is some good ale, that is.” It was alright at best. ”Bring me another, if you please. This is...quite the place you’ve got here, I must say. Tell me, how long have you folks been running this inn?”


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Emarel was glad that he wasn't the only one who was at least slightly perturbed by the talking avian. He spoke up to the group, suddenly remembering seeing the likeness before in a book. "If I'm right, which I usually am, I believe that it's called a dire corby. It probably would much rather use its beak to eat us, than talk to us." At the corby he says "Can you please confirm or deny before it's too late? A simple yes or no would do." The raging actions of corby led Emarel to believe he would likely not get any real answer, so he aimed his bow once more. His free hand conjuring up two arrows, one of fire and one of pure force energy, Emarel tried to make sure he avoided Enara, and fired.

Action 1 and 2) Cast Produce Flame. 3) Cast Force Bolt

Produce Flame Ranged Spell Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Persistent Damage from Critical Success: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Who needs first level spells when you've got cantrips!

Force Bolt Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4


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Male Human (Vudrani) Commoner 1

Hey, thanks for including me! Just dotting to say I'm here, before I get a chance to make up the alias and all


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Seeing the giant bird charge at them, Emarel quickly stood up. "Giant rats, giant alligators, and now giant talking birds. Are there any normal animals in this city?" The water around the group giving him an idea, Emarel conjures up some water in front of him, shaping it into a densely packed arrow. Holding it back on the bow, he aimed at the crow, letting loose as the tension became close to breaking. "Hello, would you mind telling me what you are and what you're doing here if you don't mind?" Even in the midst of combat, Emarel thinks it's never a bad time to study. Especially considering it would probably be dead after this was over.

Emarel will cast Hydraulic Push on the creature for actions 1 and 2.

Spell Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 2) = 12

Action 3, Emarel will try to identify the creature with whatever check is appropriate, though I assume it's nature. (Arcana: +8, Nature: +6, Occultism: +8, Society: +8)


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Absolutely unacceptable. Emarel will clean everything in the area except the boots.

"Oh, man, these are simply disgusting." Emarel says, seeing the blood and gore surround the boots. "Definitely magical though. Like you said Enara, a real find." As he says that, he spends the time to clean off the boots, as well as everyone else around that happened to go into the water or get any of the alligator blood on them.


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

I think Emarel should have them to do sweet looking flips while shooting off arrows. It sounds like the best use for them


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Assuming we do sell those pearls, it looks like we'd each have about 350sp to add to our respective pouches for purchases.


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M CG Human (Tian-Min) Ninja | HP: 3/9 | AC: 16, T: 13, FF: 14) | CMB: +0, CMD: 14 | F: +2, R: +6, W: -1 | Init: +6 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 30ft |Active conditions: none

GM watching everyone surround this warchanter


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

At that, Emarel's eyes widened. "Impatient? Really? You think so?" Excitedly, he took the knife and inspected it. "Is it intelligent? Sentient? What strong magic it must be! How did you get one? Where did you get it? I've only ever heard stories of intelligent weapons! Mystana, my sister you see, she said she saw one up close but I never believed her, she just wanted to brag. Do you know anyone else who has one? Oh, I can't wait to tell her about this, she'll never believe it!" Emarel's torrent of words slowed down as he saw Enara's face. "Oh. That's...not what you meant, was it? This is just a normal dagger, isn't it?" Face turning red, Emarel tucked the weapon into his belt. "Thanks."


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Creating an arrow of electricity, Emarel aimed his bow at the mutant rodent attacking Lucius, and fired. Mid flight, sparks arced off the arrow to create another, smaller arrow heading towards the rat that had attacked Rexus.

As he raised his hand again to sustain his magical shield, Emarel thought about what Hemdar had said about the rats. "But what could their food source possibly be that's allowing for continued, sustainable growth for so many? Even if they were feeding on the local wildlife, they would upset the balanced ecosystem in place and cut down their available prey quite quickly."

He paused, thinking through what he said. "Well, I suppose that actually explains why they're attacking us.

Actions 1 and 2) Cast Electric Arc targeting rats 2 and 3
3) Cast Shield

Electric Arc Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Thanks, I hate it!


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Watching the big dog squeeze his way past the small gap in the doors, Emarel was amazed at just how resourceful animals could be. It was a shame this one was rabid and was attacking them. Luckily, it seemed Lucius hadn't been injured at all. Hoisting his bow that he had drawn when they were getting close, Emarel produced a small flame in his hand, drew it into the shape of an arrow on the bowstring, and fired at the hound. He then traced a small sigil in the air in front of him and said another spell, ending with a magical outline of a shield left in front of him.

Action 1 and 2) Cast Produce Flame
Action 3) Cast Shield

Produce Flame: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

If that's a critical success, the dog will also be taking persistent damage.

Persistent flame damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Feels good to finally actually hit something for real!


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Nono, it's fine, it's written in a mix of like, 5 languages, including unique script Emarel created, and and can't be read by anyone that's not him...probably.


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Emarel have what he thought was a reassuring nod and smile to Enara. He had read once that that was a good option when you didn't know how else to react, though he hadn't had much chance to test that out. Speaking to Rexus, he said "I have no objections to your presence with us, and I could definitely use the rest before we do anything else. Please, lead on."

Turning to Hemdar, Emarel added "Do you have any more of that magical healing available? I'd really like to be able to breathe and sleep without the pain of the broken rib from that dottari mace."

Anybody particularly want to hold on to that wand? I don't remember if wands have to be used by someone that has the spell on their list, though I do, so it wouldn't be a problem regardless.


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Emarel followed the group to the man named Rexus' bookstore, quietly taking in everything they had to say. They seemed more personally involved in the Thrune problem than himself. Clearly, there was a long history of agitation and rebellion against the dominance of the Thrune's, likely resulting in an unknowable amount of lost family members and friends. Emarel could only imagine how hard it must be to deal with that kind of loss, even knowing that it was for a righteous cause. He knew he would be devastated if he was told of Mystana's death. He clutched his half of their necklace, thinking of all she meant to him, and all that Rexus, or Enara, or everyone else brutalized by the government would have felt on knowing they could never speak to their mother, father, brother, sister, or whoever, ever again. It was a heartache no one deserved to experience. He started to understand more of why Kyonin had kept itself distant from this world that continued to tear away at itself. Yet, what was the point, when the elves were dwindling away on their own regardless? These people were fighting for their lives and their freedom in the only place they had ever known, and Emarel was certain that they deserved better than a constant news of the passing of loved ones.

At the right opportunity in the conversation, Emarel chimes in. "I'm so sorry for your loss. For all your losses." Emarel turned as he spoke to the group, lingering on Enara, Hemdar, and Rexus. He wasn't sure what else to say. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could say that would really do any good. He continued anyway. "Perhaps this is the way to find some answers, and if not, certainly it sounds like a way to help others from suffering the same way. Though this situation isn't what I expected when I arrived in this city, I feel compelled to offer what aid I can, for those who cannot grant it to themselves." Turning to Lucius, he added "I appreciate your concern for our safety, despite being the most wanted out of us all, it seems. With everything going on in the city, personally I think I would prefer to stay with you, and whomever in this group. Truth be told, you are the first ones I've spent any extended amount of time with since my arrival. And after the show earlier, I can't think that I would be particularly adept at circumventing the hostility of the throne, especially in my current condition." Emarel winced as he remembered the pain in his body. Turning once more to Rexus, he continued. "Can you tell us anything more of this Sacred Order of Archivists your mother belonged to?"

Can I recover my arrow from the shot thug as we make our way back? Is there a certain way you'd like to do that? I am keeping track of my arrows in my inventory.


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

When the guards don't get blinded by your Color Spray and now want to kill you.


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

Emarel sat on the grass at the eastern end of Aria park, hair and clothes damp from the morning rain. The wet feeling didn’t particularly bother him at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed the extra weight of the water as time went on; it was almost like having a blanket around him. Unfortunately, the bow across his back and his belongings didn’t share the sentiment, and if he left it alone too long, he would likely get some sniffles. He cast a quick prestidigitation, making sure to hit the ground around him as well, and turned his eyes to the crowd.

“27, 28, 29…” Emarel muttered under his breath as he counted the protesters he could see. They stood as close as they could to the opera house turned residence in a crowded bunch, the volume of people starting to blur the neat lines present at the start of the morning. His fingers tapped along on his knee in rhythm with the count.

Emarel had been in the city of Kintargo for barely a day before martial law had come down and essentially locked him in. Not that he was planning to leave, it was just maddening to not have the choice. What irked him most, however, was that all the commotion surrounding the new Thrune leadership and proclamations had completely prevented him from studying in peace. Although, having read the proclamations that were posted around the city, he couldn’t blame the people from being upset. Honestly, who the hell outlaws mint?

The crowd was steadily getting larger and noisier. Soon, it was more than double what he had counted before. Emarel noticed others standing on the edges of the crowd, likely also just interested in seeing what was going to happen. They were getting louder and rowdier – someone in outlandishly bright colors was trying to push their way to the front, but the people around him didn’t even bother to object, with all their anger and attention pointed at the opera doors. He hoped the man didn’t run into trouble with someone particularly adamant about upholding the ridiculous proclamation about not wearing fancy clothes in public.

Emarel stood up and slowly started walking around the perimeter of the gathering populace, surveying the area. He got the feeling that this protest was going to have to come to a head soon, and he wanted to be sure to get a good idea of what was around before it became too late.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20


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Male Elf Wizard 2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 17 | F: +4, R: +7, W: +8 | Perc: +6 | Speed 30ft | Hero Points: 1/1 | 2/4 1st lv. spells | 0/1 focus point | Spell DC: 18| Conditions: None

I've done the thing, guys, and finished my character before the end of the weekend. See profile for all the info!


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Hello all! I'm the previously mentioned existing player for the campaign, and I'm super excited to go through it! This will be my first PbP game, though I have been playing Pathfinder for a few years now, and am currently a part of 2e games as well.

Thank you to everyone that submitted a character! The submissions have been great, I honestly wasn't expecting such a high level of interest. I'm really looking forward to the adventure ahead!