DM Shisumo:
The elf stands, proving to be unusually tall and slender, even for his race. Despite his height, his movements are sure and graceful as greets you with a small bow.
With a slight teasing tone, he says, "Goodwoman Martine, it pains me to hear that you are sorry to see us. We truly have attempted to be acceptable guests of your fine order." The twinkle in his eye belies any pain he might claim, however.
He turns to the party members accompanying the gnomish woman, "Please accept my assurance that we will do our best to not interrupt your studies, kinsman and friends. I am Lamsfel, and pleased to make your acquaintance."
With that, he waits, remaining standing.
"Well met Lamsfel and Hilrune. It is lifting to see a fellow Elf and even more so to see fellow pathfinders." Ar'dreth greets the men with a bow.
"I agree with Ar'deth on this. It's good to see fellow pathfinders. If you don't mind my asking, are you returning from an assignment or heading to one?"
"I agree with Ar'deth on this. It's good to see fellow pathfinders. If you don't mind my asking, are you returning from an assignment or heading to one?"
With a graceful sweeping gesture of his long arm toward the scrolls and tomes spread about on the table before him, Lamsfel replies, "In the midst of one, of sorts. I have an interest in the history of the area and we are taking the opportunity to see what the Abbey's library might yield on the subject. May I ask the same of you?"
Rufus has remained silent for most of the evening, studying the various members of the temple but saying little. When part of the group was lead to the library, he followed.
Seeing the two new people, he nods, saying "Greetings. I'm Rufus, hunter and tracker by trade. May your paths always run true."
Martine looks surprised. "You are Pathfinders as well?" she asks, blinking at the group.
Perception checks, DC 27, for the new arrivals (including Rufus):
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With a graceful sweeping gesture of his long arm toward the scrolls and tomes spread about on the table before him, Lamsfel replies, "In the midst of one, of sorts. I have an interest in the history of the area and we are taking the opportunity to see what the Abbey's library might yield on the subject. May I ask the same of you?"
"Just doing a friend a favor. The least I could do after his compliments for Prettykill."
Martine looks surprised. "You are Pathfinders as well?" she asks, blinking at the group.
Corath grimaces.
"Guess my secret's out, huh? I can't speak for the others, but I am."
Martine looks surprised. "You are Pathfinders as well?" she asks, blinking at the group.
"Yes, for my part at least, though this is my first real mission for them, if you don't consider the initiation test." Rufus goes silent for a few seconds, looking away as if remembering something, then continues, "So, what did you say brought you here?"
Martine looks surprised. "You are Pathfinders as well?" she asks, blinking at the group."Yes, for my part at least, though this is my first real mission for them, if you don't consider the initiation test." Rufus goes silent for a few seconds, looking away as if remembering something, then continues, "So, what did you say brought you here?"
"Simple research. This is truly a fine library and its keepers are most kind." He bows slightly to Martine.
Martine nods distractedly back to Lamsfel, looking over the assemblage with a a curious air. "I... suppose I will leave you to discuss your interests in privacy," she says slowly. "Corath, if you still want to see the animals, I will be in the stables when you're ready." She nods to no one in particular, then slips out.
"Your guide seemed troubled . Is there anything wrong ? "
Therin will give a bit of a bow towards the other two. "Therin Ulric, at your service. We travel from the lodge in Magnimar on a journey of discovery to some ruins near here."
He will glance after Martine and nod to her before looking to Hilrune at his question. "It seems that not all is well in the abbey. Factions have formed and there is tension between them."
Hilrune
"If my small talents as a linguist can be of help , do not hesitate . " He then hesitates and continues 'As long as it does not take too much time of our research of course "
Corath looks between the others and his companions, and realizes he may very well be out of his element. The half-orc using a different word for "talking" does not help, and neither does the fact he is in a room filled with trees he doesn't beleive were dead when they were turned into books.
"It was nice to meet both you, and I hope you have luck in your research. But I need to go make sure one of my other companions did not decide a horse looked like something good to eat."
He leaves the library and exits the abbey, letting out an audible sigh once he's outside. He slips into the stable and greets Martine, scratching PrettyKill under her chin and behind her eye ridges, talking softly as he does so.
"You didn't eat any of the other animals did you? Good girl!"
Once he has greeted PrettyKill to her satisfaction, he turns to Martine.
"I apologize for not saying I was a Pathfinder, but I feared you would have treated me differently, had you known my occupation. Many people cannot look far enough past my heritage to learn who I really am."
Hilrune
"If my small talents as a linguist can be of help , do not hesitate . " He then hesitates and continues 'As long as it does not take too much time of our research of course "
"My friend, I can continue our research if you are needed. I hate to think of this fine place torn apart from within by strife."
Turning back to the party, he sits on the edge of the table and continues, "Although... you say you will be searching some ruins in the area? What do you know of them? One of many areas of interest is the ancient - and sometimes, not so ancient - architecture in this area. If my blades would be of use to you, I would relish a chance to see theses ruins for myself. You can only get so much from a book, after all. I'm sure Hilrune is ready for some fresh air, as well. I'm afraid I get immersed and forget to eat if he doesn't remind me."
"I apologize for not saying I was a Pathfinder, but I feared you would have treated me differently, had you known my occupation. Many people cannot look far enough past my heritage to learn who I really am."
Martine is grooming her hawk when Corath enters the stables; as he walks up, she tosses the bird into the air, and it flies out into the night. Martine greets the druid with a smile, and accepts his apology with a wave of her hand. "No, no, it's truly none of my business," she says easily. "It just caught me off-guard is all. I guess I'm so used to information being shared that I don't remember that not everyone wants to be a part of that. It's forgotten - please, let's talk about your new companion." She leads him over to one of the stables, where the goblin dog has made a kind of nest in the hay and is clicking its teeth softly to itself. "I think it's a female, actually," Martine murmurs, "but I'm not certain. She's got spur-scars, though, so I'm guessing she was a mount or something."
"You would think goblins would at least treat the creatures named after them better. The goblin leading the ones that attacked us was riding her, and had her carrying heavy saddlebags too."
He moves closer and kneels, extending his hand for her to sniff.
"She is different from other dogs, yet I have no reason to see her as anything but a four legged friend. All she needs is good food, a bath, and a name."
Slowly, so he does not startle her, he extends a hand to scrath her gently behind the ears.
As Corath and Martine head off to the stables, Ar'dreth looks at both Hilrune and Lamsfel. "Don't mind me brothers, I am here to study. Let me get out of your way." Ar'dreth then walks to a table furthest away, takes a seat and extracts his spellbook from his pack.
"You would think goblins would at least treat the creatures named after them better. The goblin leading the ones that attacked us was riding her, and had her carrying heavy saddlebags too."
He moves closer and kneels, extending his hand for her to sniff.
"She is different from other dogs, yet I have no reason to see her as anything but a four legged friend. All she needs is good food, a bath, and a name."Slowly, so he does not startle her, he extends a hand to scrath her gently behind the ears.
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The goblin dog eyes the druid suspiciously, hairless tail twitching, but show no reaction, positive or otherwise, to the ear-scratching. This close, the fetid smell of her breath reminds Corath that goblin dogs are carrion eaters, so "good food" might well have connotations he's not used to. The goblin dog's nose never stops twitching, and her attention seems to move continually from Corath to Martine and back again. For her part, the gnome watches with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort, standing just inside the stable doorway without really entering it.
As Corath and Martine head off to the stables, Ar'dreth looks at both Hilrune and Lamsfel. "Don't mind me brothers, I am here to study. Let me get out of your way." Ar'dreth then walks to a table furthest away, takes a seat and extracts his spellbook from his pack.
"Hey Martine, any chance the kitchen has any meat about to go bad?"
DM S & Hilrune:
Rufus walks outside to catch some fresh air after being inside the dusty library. He finds Brune lying near the stairs and sits down, scratching the dog behind the ears.
Therin isn't exactly the studious type, but he is interested in the new pathfinders. He takes up a seat without actually pulling up a book, keeping an eye on Ar'deth while just listening in to the others and trying to learn a bit more about them without chiming in too much on himself unless directly asked.
"You have made a deadly mistake coming here and threatening the pathfinders, creature."
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Therin raises a brow a bit. "I think your master has underestimated the number of pathfinders here to send a half-pint like you."
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Corath suddenly feels a piercing, agonizing pain in his back as an arrow slams into him, driving deep. He spins to see Martine calmly nocking another arrow on the longbow she carries and raises it toward him once more.
The thing completely ignores Ar'dreth's and Therin's gibes, focusing solely on Lamsfel in its bloodthirst.
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Corath cries out in pain as the arrow slams through an opening in his armor. He places a hand over the wound so Nature's Healing can take place, green fire pushing the arrow out and burning the wound to stop the bleeding.
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"This is why I prefer animals over people, they at least will give a warning when they attack you from behind. PrettyKill, bite!"
PrettyKill runs at Martine, teeth flashing, and snaps at the small creature that hurt her friend.
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Completely ignoring the man between it and its desired target, the thing leaps toward Lamsfel.
Even as Corath spins toward his attacker in rage, he notices the strange, glazed-over look her eyes have; it almost seems as though she is not entirely aware of her own actions, or that she is but a puppet on someone else's strings.
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Hilrune begin to make fun of the creature
"First time I see a halfling orc . You should not have eaten so much of your mother's pastries , dearie. It's not good to find girls not that this is something you should concern yourself given your warts ..."
Bardic courage in action : +1/+1 for everyone after my initiative
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