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Post by Yuki.N> on May 5, 2020 5:58:01 GMT -8
Perceval Lenos, Paladin of the LegionAC: 16 | HP: 11/11 | Hit Dice: 0/1 | Lay on Hands: 4/5 | Passive Perception: 15 Conditions: None.Seeing his companions dealing with the local authorities, Perceval finds an unoccupied spot and dumped his pack onto the floor. Peeling back his breeches, he inspected his wound. A flesh wound, not on the arteries. Painful, but someone he could handle. Gritting his teeth, he dumped the rest of the water from his canteen onto the cut, before bandaging it more firmly. This would have to do for now. If the wound started showing signs of infection, he had means of dealing with that later. As he finishes and begins donning the remainder of his mail, he is joined by Caelin. Perceval remains quiet as Caelin finishes, weighing their options. "How we approach this will depend on the information you have. If it is that the minions of Tarkhisis are a threat or that they planned an attack, then the moment has passed and it would be better to keep your head down. If, however, there is more, perhaps you might be willing to share it with me first." {Mechanics}Spend a hit die for healing q_6i_70F1d10+1 1d10+1
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Post by Zero Prime on May 5, 2020 12:50:07 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin nodded, "'tis true, I knew a force was being assembled for some purpose in this region," he looked around the courtyard, obviously nervous, "I was not aware that they had secured the aid of a true dragon. But I know who leads this force, a Knight of the Skull, Mistress Frulam." He shuddered as he mentioned her name, his hand almost subconsciously reaching towards his left breast, where she had branded him with the symbol of Takhisis, his head swung back and forth, like a piece of meat, or god spurned cattle. "She is a cruel and devious bitch, but if her master, the Dragonspawn Rezmir is with her, then we are lost."{Out of Character Actions}OOC: Given his history with Frulam Mondath, is it possible that Caelin could guess where she might be if she were, in fact, leading the raid? I know it's a stretch, and if I could spend inspiration on it I would. I'll toss an Insight check out there and let you adjudicate as you see fit Daos. Rolling Insight, 1d20+7= 22;FrQB2AJD1d20+7. 1d20+7
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Post by Daos on May 5, 2020 14:55:43 GMT -8
The party helps in rounding up the villagers and leading them down below. Some need help walking, either due to injuries or because they are so shell shocked that they seem incapable of going anywhere on their own. Once everyone reaches the designated area, they realize quickly that it is, in fact, the dungeon. A hasted attempt has been made to try and clean it up and make it a bit more cheery; candles and braziers have been set up and lit to keep the place better illuminated, the cell doors are all unlocked (it appears there was nobody being held here when this all went down), cushions have been placed on the cell cots, and tables have been set up with food and drink on them. It may not be the nicest part of the keep, but it is likely the safest.
There's also an extra table with some medical supplies set up on it; gauze, clean bandages, and so forth. Not very much, but probably all that could be found in the keep in a moment's notice.
While the others are getting settled in, Conard approaches Sergiu, who hands the squire's pack back to him readily, but just stares blankly at the question. "Huh? What about her?" he asks, still a bit out of it.
Meanwhile, Caelin tries to apply what he knows about Frulam to guess where she might be. But it's difficult to say. This seems less a well disciplined military strike, and more like a full on bandit raid. The baaz and kobolds they saw didn't seem to have any orders other than to loot everything of value they could find, and some seemed more interested in just killing innocent villagers than even doing that.
He would guess she's either watching from a distance, probably from a nearby hilltop. Or she might be somewhere in the town itself, participating. Either way, it is very likely she has her right hand man with her, Langdedrosa Cyanwrath, a blue dragonspawn with a streak of honor about him, despite how cruel and violent he is,
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Post by HorizonsDream on May 5, 2020 15:56:35 GMT -8
Once all of the civilians are starting to settle down, Eliana feels like it is safe enough to actually take a breath after all that has happened. She has never been in such a dangerous situation before, and it takes time to process the events. All things considered, she is pretty happy with herself for being able to keep a cool head in a dangerous situation. It would have been better if she wasn't in pain, and pain she couldn't really talk about with anyone. She glances down at her gloved hands for a moment, and kind of wishes she had some privacy somewhere to take her gloves off to look them over.
With a small sigh, she rubs her hands together as that makes them feel better before she searches the crowd. She remembers the note that she had found in her room, and seeks out Caelin only to find him speaking with Perceval. She hesitates for a moment, then approaches the pair, unaware of what they are speaking of. "Caelin, may I have a word with you when you are done with Sir Perceval?" While she doesn't believe that Perceval is a knight, she respects him, especially after their little conversation in the wagon the day before. "And do you need help with those bandages?" she asks while glancing down at Perceval's leg.
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Post by PallentisLunam on May 5, 2020 19:43:08 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl Ranger AC: 13 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege Conditions: None.
Conard begins politely directing Sergiu to hold panels of scale in place while he ties them off, or holding panels and instructing Sergiu to make the knots while they discuss Eliana. Conard hopes that giving the man something simple to do will help jar him out of his stupor.
"Eliana has been a lovely traveling companion on our journey to Greenest," Conard explains. "I have grown fond of her, and I couldn't help noticing that you apparently also enjoy her company. I merely wished to affirm that your intentions are pure, in her regards."
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Post by Yuki.N> on May 5, 2020 20:07:46 GMT -8
Perceval Lenos, Paladin of the LegionAC: 16 | HP: 11/11 | Hit Dice: 0/1 | Lay on Hands: 4/5 | Passive Perception: 15 Conditions: None.Perceval watches the response of Caelin to his own words. The poor boy. Trying so hard to do what is right after so much has clearly gone wrong. "I see. What do you wish the Lord of the keep to do with that information? Do you know what she's after?" As he spots Eliana approaching from the corner of his eye, Perceval stops talking, careful not to give away information Caelin would prefer to keep private. Eliana's scales flash through his mind, curious under the circumstances, but that might have to wait until later. "My wound is not so severe as it looks. I'll be fine for now. Caelin?"
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Post by Daos on May 5, 2020 21:46:52 GMT -8
"Eliana has been a lovely traveling companion on our journey to Greenest," Conard explains. "I have grown fond of her, and I couldn't help noticing that you apparently also enjoy her company. I merely wished to affirm that your intentions are pure, in her regards." "She...never mentioned anyone else," Sergiu says, a bit wide-eyed, misunderstanding. "If you wish to duel for her hand, Solamnic, you should know I am more of a lover than a fighter. I would rather we let her choose herself. But for the moment, romance is not exactly the highest thing on my mind."
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Post by Igordragonian on May 5, 2020 23:02:53 GMT -8
Zakkoth stand by Caelin and Percival. He shake his head at the knightly antics around the female. This draconian enjoyed females, but in a casual way.
To Caelin he talk in draconic. "This... bitch of your. Does she really believe in the DEAD dark queen?' He doesn't raise his voice, but his voice is shaking.
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Post by PallentisLunam on May 5, 2020 23:23:54 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl Ranger AC: 17 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege Conditions: None.
His armor properly secured, Conard steps away from Sergiu, refastening his weapons belt around his waist. He blinks several times in surprise at the bar lad's suggestion of a duel before sputtering, "N-no! Nothing like that." Conard's face turns a faint shade of pink, mostly concealed by the layer of soot that he has yet to wash away. "I believe I am a friend to Eliana, but not one of her suitors. I am not sure it would be proper in any case," Conard explains, trailing off.
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Post by Zero Prime on May 6, 2020 2:35:27 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None."I see. What do you wish the Lord of the keep to do with that information? Do you know what she's after?" Eliana's appearance caused Caelin's face to furrow, as he tried to reign in his emotions, but then he started when the large Bozak hissed in draconic. Obviously frustrated that his conversation had been interrupted, moreso that he had failed to keep his voice in check and drawn the attention of Zakkoth, he spoke, his voice raw. Not from smoke, but from emotion, and pain. "What do I want him to do?!?" He began rapidly unlacing his leather jerkin, "I want him to put his men on horseback and ride out the main gate, with some dusty Dragonlance hidden in some forgotten cell! I want him to pull the dragon from the sky, and drive a lance through it's god's forsaken heart!" He began stripping his tunic, revealing his chest and shoulders, lean, calloused, but most striking was the poorly healed brand of puckered pale flesh over his heart, shaped like a many headed symbol of Takhisis, there were other's small and large, jagged, cruel, marks of blade and poker, of lash and scalpel. His eyes were wet, tears leaving a trail through the ash and soot that coated his cheeks. "I want to find her, to drive my blade through her throat until I can feel it grind against bone, to know she's dead! I want to do that before THIS," and he indicated his back, his shoulders, and finally the bran over his heart, "happens to those that she chooses to spare the slaughter!"To Caelin he talk in draconic. "This... bitch of your. Does she really believe in the DEAD dark queen?' He doesn't raise his voice, but his voice is shaking. Caelin spun on Zakkoth as he heard the draconic tongue and snapped a retort, but given his emotional state he did not switch from the Common tongue, "Of course she knows the many-headed bitch is dead! But how many people have stories of ghosts, long dead, still talking?! How much more powerful is Takhisis than some maiden roaming the woods?!? They seek to give her form, to bring her back! And I will kill them all before I allow that to happen," he took a deep breath as he struggled to regain his composure, "even if I have to do it alone!"{Out of Character Actions}OOC: We'll just assume Caelin rolled a 1 on a Self Control check, he's pissed. He failed to convince the group that there was an imminent attack coming, failed to warn the Lord of Greenest, failed to save Lily, who had provided him with shelter on the road, failed to save Aleaha, who had shown him kindness, failed to find Brina's children, who he fears are now in the hands of the woman who tortured him for years, and because of these failures the town is aflame. So yeah, he is taking it hard, and anyone who wants to hear, and or, react to his outburst, probably can.
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Post by Yuki.N> on May 6, 2020 4:28:19 GMT -8
Perceval Lenos, Paladin of the LegionAC: 16 | HP: 11/11 | Hit Dice: 0/1 | Lay on Hands: 4/5 | Passive Perception: 15 Conditions: None.Perceval could only sigh inwardly at Caelin's outburst. Perceval responds carefully and quietly, trying to placate the young man and not draw additional attention. "I asked those questions for your own protection and so that I could help guide whatever conversation we might have with the Lord Nighthill later. You are right in your desires, but those are things Nighthill would already desire and weighing if he is as good a ruler as rumour says he is. I don't want you running in headlong and getting your head lopped off because of your past associations trying to tell him something he already knows or that wouldn't change his plans." Glancing towards Zakkoth and Eliana, Perceval watches their reaction carefully as he continues, his tone more grim. "As for doing things alone, that's idiotic. Even Paladine required allies. You would be another corpse, when you could be doing so much more alive. This keep is filled with those who would agree with you if you choose not to turn them away. Even those who you have disagreements with may be useful, especially if their heart is in the right place. If you wish to speak to Nighthill, there is one with the station and connections to grant us the access." As he finishes, Perceval throws a glance at Conard across the room to give an indication of who he is talking about.
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on May 6, 2020 7:47:08 GMT -8
Ironwood "Iro" of the Cragpine Vale -- Kagonesti Lorekeeper (Druid) 1 AC: 13 | HP: 6/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: Inspiration | Spell Slots: Level 1 (0/2) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ironwood administers to the civilians as they gather in the refurbished dungeon. His attention was focused on patching cuts and setting sprains until Caelin's outburst of rage, frustration, and righteous indignation. The old Kagonesti knew that particular mixture of emotions all too well; living for centuries on end, one came face to face with such moral and ethical dilemmas many times. Brushing his hands clean on his thighs, Ironwood takes a few pinches of herbs from his own pouch and mixes them into some boiling water in a small clay cup.
He brings it over to Caelin and hands it to him, nodding at his scars and speaking softly, but brooking no disagreement. Drink this, scarred one. It won't heal your wounds or ease your heart, but it will feel good. From someone who has seen more sunsets than you can imagine, heed that tomorrow is another day. What we do with it is for us to decide. What we cannot control is what has already happened, but we are the writers of our own future. Think of how many were saved today by our actions, not how many we couldn't. Fate is a river - we can float on it and tack back and forth, even adjust its flow and its banks with effort. But what we cannot do is stop its flowing.
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Post by Igordragonian on May 6, 2020 15:37:08 GMT -8
Zakkoth look at the youth human. He also was raised as a child of Takhisis. But he never questioned it. Also... if things would have played diffrently just a bit, he would have been on the other side of the battle field. "I see, child. I was raised in a temple... you humans surely, have rebelliouse and free spirits if anything. I was also a priest... but... I have found a new faith. Maybe it will suite you as well.' A pause. "For now, our duty is to use our skills to beneift as many people as we can.'
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Post by Kvard51 on May 6, 2020 16:02:06 GMT -8
Garald sits in the corner holding Maddy, waiting for her to wake. He needs to hand her off to someone who she trusts, someone she knows. He doesn't want her to feel the things he felt when the dragon killed his parents, bereft and completely alone. So he will be there when she wakes, and he will find someone in this town who can take her in as their own. As he sits, though, he dozes fitfully, reliving the fights and the flight that brought them to the keep. It was far too close to his regular nightmares for comfort. He awakens with a start when Caelin starts yelling. He listens as the young man begins to undress and speak louder and louder. Another who has known loss and pain, he thinks as others of his traveling companions attempt to calm Caelin down. And they don't know that platitudes and good thoughts do no good against the abuse and hatred he has experienced, do they...
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Post by HorizonsDream on May 6, 2020 17:11:02 GMT -8
Eliana lightly bows her head to Perceval's decline for her help, and she is about ready to walk off as she is under the assumption that Caelin will find her once he is done with his conversation. It certainly isn't her intention to eavesdrop on what they are speaking about. What she isn't expecting is Caelin's outburst. She's under the impression that everyone from her little group is doing relatively okay. They all had their own issues, naturally, but overall they are able to push those issues to the side to do what needs to be done. To Caelin though, it is much deeper than that. She has seen his scars before, but she wasn't allowed to question it and she wasn't going to because it was clear that he didn't want to speak about it. When he was ready, it would happen. Apparently, whatever Zakkoth said is enough to set him off, but then again it was probably already bubbling to the surface with each passing day.
The others were quick to offer their words of wisdom in hopes of trying to calm Caelin down, which isn't something that Eliana had an abundance of due to her lack of experience, age, and how she was raised. Those of noble birth very rarely went through the hardships that Caelin has went through. The old Kagnoesti is offering something to drink, which she assumes will help calm Caelin down more than anything else (the scars that Caelin bore were way past healing). Zakkoth even has something to say on the matter that will be of help since he has been in a similar situation. What can Eliana do that the others weren't all ready doing?
"Caelin," Eliana says softly. She doesn't wait for a reply though before she just enfolds him into a hug. This is what she can offer. It isn't words of wisdom, a poultice to drink, or understanding from someone that has been in a similar situation. It is comfort and kindness. It is entirely possible that he will push her away which she is acutely aware of, but it needed to be done. It is something, Eliana believes, that Caelin received very little of throughout most of his life. "You don't have to do this alone," she nearly whispers to him.
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