Talia Smyth . . . An Announcement

[Pontificor the Great]

I dunna how famal-er you are with color spray but it only goes 15 feet...

I am usually right behind you sword swingers, and I don't even wear that silly over weight metal all over me.

[Kyros Deun]

Kyros looks at himself. "I agree. Stuff itches like an Orc's crotch and manages to be hot in the summer and cold in the winter." He looks up for a moment, remembering."Yet as I am your buffer, my full plate is mine. Try standing in melee against a Vrock, and you'll appreciate it.

[Doyle Taghaur]

Congradulations!

The bat pauses and peers at the woman's stomach for a long while

Looks good so far...

[Pontificor the Great]

PFFFT. I had a skelly-o-ton mammoth charge me slip on my grease and then the ghosty rider tried to bad touch me. But just pounded on my gnome force bubble as I made faces at'em.

I am no scare of any rock. Even a rock that moves.

I will stand toe to toe with the tougherest of baddies.

Ohh a talking bat, can I pet you? I petted a dragon once.

[Kyros Deun]

"For the less magically inclined, steel is our best bet."

[Doyle Taghaur]

Sighs and leans into the pets, one claw thump thump thumping against the ceiling as he tries to hold on with the other one

[Grol forgeblood]

*offers kyros some choclate* Grol sorry. Eat this. Feel better, *pets belch,a bright blue cave frog*

[Talia Smyth]

Talia looks at the bat, wided eyed and frowns. "So you are a doctor too?"

[Doyle Taghaur]

Talia Smyth wrote:

Talia looks at the bat, wided eyed and frowns. "So you are a doctor too?"

"I've put a few people back together. I prefer to use magic when I can, but a few times that hasn't been possible. I've only done one delivery, but it turned out ok, even if it was in the middle of a battle. I did pick up a kit just in case it happened again.

Looks left, looks right, and retreats back up to the ceiling to make sure they're not between the pregnant lady and the chocholate

[Kyros Deun]

Accepting the chocolate. "It's okay. What kind?"

[Grol forgeblood]

Uhhh. Choclate
*belch leaps down and begins to stare at talia*

Me smush batty bat! *throws a throwing axe at it*

[Kyros Deun]

*Holds wrist.* "Not around the child!" *Gestures* "Too much violence and he'll be a fighter, or else a paladin."

[Doctor Barjandar]

"Oh, it's not a bad life, being a paladin," quips Barjandar. "I wasn't sure about it in the beginning, but I think Sarenrae was looking out for my health just as I try to keep my companions in top shape. It's not good for us gnomes to stay in one place and fall into a routine."

"Now that I serve The Healing Light, I get to travel to all manner of interesting locations with a various colorful characters. It keeps my on my toes, trying to prevent, and heal, all kinds of injuries from their crazy schemes. Hmm, perhaps creative sounds better? Yes, creative schemes. It's rarely boring, being a paladin!"

[Twig the Witch]

"I may be a bit... late to this conversation." The black robed witch moves forward, the whippoorwill on her shoulder flapping its wings in indignation at the sudden movement.

She adjusts her mask, another marker of her as a worshiper of Phrasma. "Congradulations on your child to be." She says, her voice soft. She holds out a skeletal hand to shake, looks at it and frowns, though only her eyes betray the frown and slips her hand back into her robe.

[Grol forgeblood]

*hugs talia as gently as someone able to smash an orges head in can*
Grol has froggy. Froggy named belch! Me dislike witchy. Can me hit witchy?

[Cor'win Maldrago]

Cor'win looks at Grol.

"there will be no violence done to another Pathfinder in my presence, and since i can sense your being from nearly anywhere on this continent, i suggest you back off. The young witch is a kind hearted person, and rarely shows herself to the world. It is an honor she is showing to the mother to be, not to become the target for ridicule."

He crosses his arms and looks up at the Half-orc's face, yet unflinching.

[Pontificor the Great]

pokes Cor'win Maldrago to try and break his stotism. Then begins to make faces at him when that fails

[Grol forgeblood]

grol sorry. Grol trying to help. *attempts to help talia but keeps breaking/knocking things over*

[Doctor Barjandar]

Barjandar smiles as he watches Grol's attempts to help. "You know, Grol, it's getting kind of crowded in here, and I'm sure there are other people who will want to come congratulate Talia on her happy news. What if you and I go out and smite some evildoers? That seems like it plays to your strengths, if you'll pardon the pun."

[Twig the Witch]

Twig squeaks a bit, and the bird on her shoulder flares up his wings. "You will not talk to mistress that way! She is chosen by Phrasma! She doesn't hurt people or frogs ever, and dead things that still walk aren't people! Well she hurts people who make deadthings walk. Deadthings shouldn't walk. Lady of Graves saysso! You are meanie!"

The Tiefling gently puts a skeletal hand on the bird's head. "Hush dear Spiral, I am capable of defending myself. Many people get the wrong idea, because of my blood." Her gaze is steady on the half-orc. "Something I am sure that you know friend." She says, then turns to Cor'win. She is articulate, but doesn't seem to have a presence about her of someone who knows much about dealing with day to day talk.

"You flatter me. If you saw my actions against necromancers, you would not speak so kindly of me. I am not a kind person, nor am I an unkind one. I am a tool of the Lady of Graves, I welcome new life into the world, and make sure that souls who are trapped within the world who should have passed on do so. I stop those who pervert the cycle of life and death, and hunt those who feed on souls."

[Cor'win Maldrago]

Cor'win nods.

"And releasing the trapped souls of the damned is a good thing, it allows the spirit to experience the end judgement and rewards. I follow the teachings of Pharasma as well you know."

He glances to check on Talia and then smirks at Pontificor.

[Grol forgeblood]

*attempts to open the door, finds it stuck. Bellows in rage, tears it off its hinges and smashes it over the nearest thing (this happens to be a stack of gifts) and walks out with barjandar* Grol sorry. Grol says bye bye! Cor'win I wants you to have this. I finds it in caves. *holds up a blood soaked skull with flaming eyes and horns* Red.

[Doyle Taghaur]

This is why we can't have nice things....

Do you suppose a "pull" sign would have helped?

[Kyros Deun]

"You can never tell. The quality of our trainees gets worse every year!"

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

"Now now Kyros..." A somewhat similar voice from the doorway says. "You cut me to the quick with those words, I only recently underwent my Conformation." the speaker steps into the light, revealing the rather flirtatious Tiefling known as Erkos. "That fellow may have been... not the most articulate half-orc I've seen..." He looks for a chair, then walks towards it and slowly sinks into a comfortable looking lounging position. "And we can't all be brilliant." He smiles broadly, then reaches into his coat and pulls out a lute and begins playing it. As he plays his tail fetches a rather pretty looking baby rattle, obviously something a very rich parent would give their child.

"Here, something I acquired for the proud mother."

[Kyros Deun]

"Ah, yes! Excellent idea, Erkos! We need to organize a shower!"

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos, who was busy admiring the retreating orc's backside looks over at Kyros. "Yes, a shower to shower the expectant mother with gifts." He smiles. "And I can assure you that anything I give will be legitimately acquired."

[Grol forgeblood]

*shows up once more, hauling a gigantic cart full of buldging bags*
Grol told dwarves about baby. Grol bring gifts! Gifts heavy! Grol punch stupid bandits! *growls at the tiefling but does not attack, Instead embraces kyros in a big, bonecrushing hug* Everyone unload cart! Grol get mad if no help!

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

"Excelent." Erkos says, with a grin. "And hello handsome." He stops and eyes the Half-Orc up and down, then licks his lips slightly. "I'll help where I can, but I'm not a physically powerful person, unlike yourself." He eyes the half-orc some more.

He saunters towards the cart. "You adopted too?" he finally asks, his voice gentle. "I mean, half-orc raised by dwarves is nearly as odd as a Chelaxian tiefling raised by a crew of slaver hunting Andorans." He smiles broadly at Grol. "I'm Erkos." He says, holding out a hand.

[Grol forgeblood]

*not understanding this persons actions, does what any primal person would do. Smash his head in.*
Grol SMASH DEMONS!!!!! *begins swinging a hammer repeatedly at the demon attempting to bash it to death, along with throwing axes repeatedly, not caring what is hit*
Grol not like demons. Demons bad. Grol sorry about mess.

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos moves back quickly.

"Whoa there... easy..." He says holding his hands up. "I'm NOT a demon. I'm a Tiefling and I'm NOT bad. I'm a fellow Pathfinder, and a tiefling. I just happen to have fiendish ansestory. I can't help that any more than YOU can help being a half orc. He dives behind a table. "As I've said, I am a member of the Pathfinder Society and thefefore it is VERY VERY VERY wrong to attack me."

[Grol forgeblood]

*picks up the table and lifts the tiefling up by his throat, growls at him,considers eating his face,chooses not to, throws him out the window instead* Groll will clean up.

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos grabs the drapes and holds on for dear life. "By Besmara's breasts, you're a NUTTER! Not only did you attack a fellow Pathfinder, you hit a guy who wears glasses!"He says, hanging on. He trembles a bit then begins coughing rather terribly, anyone with any medical training can recognize it as a asthmatic attack. However the tiefling hangs on for dear life, refusing to come down to where the insane orc is.

[Grol forgeblood]

*Sees this as weakness and grabs his face, slams him against the floor and grinds my boot into his back*

Grol not want to hurt demon, grol need to keep baby safe.

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos whimpers. "STOP! For the sake of all the gods stop. I'm no threat to the baby, I'm not a demon you savage!" He lets out a scream of pain, but makes no move to defend himself, due to the fact that a fellow pathfinder is attack him him. "I'm not your enemy, I'm not a danger to anyone here. YOU ARE!"

[Grol forgeblood]

*grol walks off to find someone to help with the cart, ignoring the bleeding person lying on the floor.*
Grol leave loud and weak thingy alone. Grol hurt threats, not weaklings. Grol fix him later.

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos mutters something and put his hand on himself, using healing magic.

He adjusts his clothing and then picks up his glasses and looks crestfallen due to them being broken. "Godsdammned savage..." He looks forlornely at Kyros. "Sadly... I'm used to that... Though it comes with it's advantages, the fiend blood. Some are fools and should be prosecuted. I'm not one for law, but you don't attack your mates, ever." He looks at his glasses again, and frowns more deeply. "Godsdammit, the mending is going to take forever, and this blood will NEVER come out." he gestures to his robes.

[Grol forgeblood]

*grol drags bags apon bags in, dumping them on the floor. Notices the person is back up, grunts at him, contines bringing things in. then sits down in a chair* What name of stupid scrawny? *yawns hugely showing the entire length of tusks*

[Kyros Deun]

"Just because they look the part, Grol..."

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos looks at his glasses again, still looking very shaken and upset. "Keep that savage away from me. I did nothing to him and he attacked me, violating the very core of pathfinder laws. We don't attack one another." He frowns deeply. "And I'm one who usually ignores laws when they get inconvenient. Just... not that one." He makes sure to keep Kyros between him and the fool of an orc.

[Grol forgeblood]

*grunts at ekros* He get in face, he make faces. Grol hit him. Grol listen to dwarves, not people. *pushes ekros over* Kyros, grab a bag and bring it to baby. We give presents!

[Kyros Deun]

"Apologize." Kyros says, helping Erkos up.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

[Grol forgeblood]

*ignores kyros, having much better things to do, begins unloading a large sack and a masterwork dwarven dagger falls out of it* This not belong here. Dwarves say to give this to friends as gifts. Who want it? Other than puny man! He too weak to swing dagger!

[Pontificor the Great]

Ya know Gruel... You look alot like some monsters I hadta put ta sleep right?

Jerkos Taily-storm? Ya know he has eyes and I am a colorspray master, I could easy make him lay there an' twicht. Then we could drawed all oever his face.

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

Erkos eyes the half-orc, his tail lashing. "Gods help me Kyros... That half-orc is a menace to the society." He looks at his body, he still seems to be very badly, hurt, more so than would be normal for the beating he too.

"I'm not weak either..."

He slowly lowers himself into a chair, grabs the largest container he can and mutters over it, filling it with water. Then he mutters again, and the water shimmers. He begins to gulp it down. "Gods..." He whimpers. "What did I do to deserve this."

He stops and looks at the little gnome. "It's Erkos, please use my proper name. I just got my ass beaten for no reason whatsoever." He dabs his brow, trying to stop blood from flowing.

He stops. "And don't attack him. We can't sink to his level. As much as it pains me, we have to leave this to the decemverate." He plucks a shard of glass out of his arm and glares at the Orc.

[Pontificor the Great]

I do not attack people. I leave'em helpless so other people can do whatever they want with them. Fine whatever Irrrrrkos being no fun an all

Casts Cure light wounds on Erkos

See I do not do bully magic.

[Grol forgeblood]

*stoops over ekros, grumbling* Grol is a half orc! Not orc! Me beat you up cause you get too close to face. Grol not want to beat you up, but you no surrender. (I am thinking of making a new char, a female one to counterbalance grols stupidity)

[Erkos Ravenstorm]

"See, that hurts. Doesn't it? Benign mistaken for a pure blooded Orc. How much do you think it hurts for me being called a demon? Yes, I am a pitborn. My hetrocheomia and these wings speak to that. But I'm no more a demon myself than an aasimar is an Angel. I've seen fallen Assimar and tieflings who are paladins. Your blood doesn't choose who you are. You choose. You can have a Paladin scan me. And I didn't surrender because I am not a coward. I've taken worse beatings at the hands of unhappy slavers. And I'm not weak. I'm an oracle. All gifts come at a coat. " he pauses and frown. "And to think I was working up to ask you out for a drink." He shakes his head. "I may not have surrendered, bit you boyo... You broke society law by attacking me."

[Grol forgeblood]

Grol not hurt. Grol fine, but grol only drink water alone. Grol not full society member, just happened to be in right place at right time. *picks ekros up and places him in the cart* Sit, we take for ride. Hold this *places a large, slimy, neon blue frog with bright pink eyes on ekros.* this belch. Belch good!

[Kyros Deun]

"Belch is what now?"