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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 The guard Captain pursed his lips in dismay as he listened to the pair. His eyes watched them intently as the others spoke, trying to gauge their reactions to the group. The more they spoke the more his suspicions were confirmed. "Your...investigation?" Iymbryl could feel something burning in the pit of his stomach with each word the men spoke. The idea that whomever these men worked for they would impersonate the people responsible for the safety and wellbeing of the city disgusted him. He analyzed their words. As someone who had spent a lifetime being very deliberate with their own, it wasn't hard for him to see how they had avoided lying. "I've no doubt you know who I am. But your memory seems as short as your wits, privates. Is that how you address a senior officer? I don't give a damn about what you SAY your orders are. Show me your writ. You know, the one signed by at least someone of sufficient rank that you'd have the gall to stop me." His eyes bored into the man speaking with a quiet intensity while he held out a hand for a moment and waited. "No? Should I be surprised then that you haven't even mentioned who gave you these orders? There are many tasks the Guard haven't taken on when the city is in such a situation, but do you think for a damned second I would let you take ANY citizen for ANY reason?" His voiced lowered, but the dangerous edge didn't relent. "Impersonating a member of the guard is a serious crime in the best of times. Right now, I'm well within my authority to be your judge, jury, and executioner. So chose your next words with even greater care. Because if you attempt to lie to me, or don't give me the answers I want you'll discover the fury of the real Guards of Gate Pass. Who gave your orders and why are you trying to take citizens of MY city unlawfully?" Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? "Hmmm." Brand pondered the furry figure for a long moment, then gave a shrug. "Seems like we're all after the same goal, so doesn't bother me. You got a name, monkey man?" He continued to sift through the items in the room as he talked, tossing random things that looked useless on the ground, then stood up and closed his eyes as he used a minor spell he had to detect the presence of magic in the area. "And what can you do? As you might have seen, Vili and I generally stand in front. Caida helps out there too. Kal is a dab hand with his whip and Tobias...He's like uh...sneaky mage?" Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: n/a Move: n/a Swift: n/a Standard: n/a Search this room and the corpse for stuff, then off to the captain's room, then the raven room. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 Iymbryl gave a nod as Bron pointed out the ones following them. He'd seen the guards, but thought nothing of it. They should be patrolling the city after all. But upon paying more attention, he could tell they were what the Dwarf had made them out to be. The boots were close, but not standard issue. Several of them wore then pins on the wrong side of their cloaks, and one of them was so hairy, he could have been mistaken for a Gnoll (it didn't help his face was somewhat doglike). Iymbryl was certain if such a man was employed by the guard, he would have at least heard about it. Even his companions who did less thorough jobs than he cared for were always on their toes when it came to gossip. "Good eye Bronn. The question is: why are they following us? While I can't say I agree with Anne's sentiment, with the state of city now, we may have little choice in the matter." He pondered Belfyr's words. "You're right Belfyr. Might be best to just confront them and find out..." Iymbryl let out a sigh and prepared himself. Had these people just started following them, or had they been doing so even before they reached the councilman's house? He didn't even give credence to the though that Erdan had arranged it, as that would bode very poorly for the city. Iymbryl stopped and turned on his heel, immediately locking eyes with one of their followers. All at once his worried tone seemed to change to the casual and commanding one he used with his fellow guards. "You there, privates! I'm Captain Iymbryl Darcassan of Gate Pass. Come forward and identify yourselves. You don't look to be on patrol, so you'd better have a damned good reason to be in this part of the city in uniform!" He didn't want to give away that they knew the men were frauds just yet and was certain his public declaration would at least ensure anyone watching or listening knew who he was before they had a chance to speak. Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? Brand balked as one of the monkeys slowly shifted into something...else. He couldn't help but stare as the corpse continued to shift, giving it another firm poke with his blade to make sure the creature really was dead. Then he casually made one more swing with his blade to remove the head entirely. "By all the gods! I don't know what that thing was, but nothing survives without a head." He looked to his other companions and then to the remaining monkey man. Apparently they had chosen the right side, unless both were actually those sorts of creatures. He studied the talkative furry one for a long moment. It sure did like to talk a lot. He gave a nod when Vili introduced him, still not really sure what to make of the situation. "Not really sure why you'd care to clear your name with anyone in this tower but..." He gave a shrug. "We can talk about that as we make our way up the tower." He pointed toward the Captain and let out a sigh. "Like Vili said, we came here from Taldor by some magic. Witches took Nadya's daughter and are creating portals and letting it snow, so we've come to save the girl and find the one making these damnable portals and...well..." He gave the doppelganger's corpse a sight nudge with one foot. "Pretty much this." The old man sheathed his sword and started to look around the room. "Let's give this place, and this monster a once over and then be on our way...Where's home and how did you end up here anyway?" Brand couldn't have imagined what good keeping Silvermane in a room with his double was, but far be it from him to understand the lunacy of witches. Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: n/a Move: n/a Swift: n/a Standard: n/a Search this room and the corpse for stuff And use detect magic, then off to the captain's room, then the raven room. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

suddenly...reflex.

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert leaned with his back against the rail as he listened to Zen go over what they could see. He pulled off his spectacles and cleaned them with a cloth as he considered the situation. "As always Peggy, you a cornucopia of pertinent questions. To answer your query regarding my capacity for incendiary prowess capable of reducing a half dozen men to Korim Fried bandits, regrettably, such capabilities do not lie within my repertoire. However, I concur with our astute companions' assessment that the source of this conflagration may indeed be rooted in alchemical principles. Yet, the true conundrum lies in unraveling the temporal mystery surrounding this calamity. Bodies do not tend to smolder for long periods of time. If Slum yet lurks within the confines of his hideout, our odds of subduing him appear favorable. However, the conspicuous absence of his intellect and prowess suggests the presence of perilous defenses lurking in the shadows." Gilbert gave a shrug, now not so inclined to end up looking like Dirk and his other goons. "I am curious how Slum got here so quickly though." Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 8/8 Actions Move: Swift: N/A Standard: N/A

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 All Iymbryl could do was hold his breath as Erdan laid bare his plans. On the one hand, it was a clever use of Olvyn's skills. On the other hand, it was Olvyn. Anne hadn't been wrong about the man wanting nothing more than power for himself. Once she had left the room, he moved up to Erdan and whispered something low so only the two of them could hear. "Be cautious in your dealings with Olvyn. Someone in the guard is always bound to him magically, a single word will be enough to cause him great pain. I'll teach it to you, just in case." Personally, Iymbryl hated the idea of leaving the bastard murderer under anyone else's watch, but the current situation went far beyond his own revenge, and it wasn't like he could protest against someone on the council. He took the letters and gave a curt bow. "Thank you for your assistance Councilman Erdan, we'll do everything in our power to bring aid to the city." It was a strange thing for Iymbryl, walking out of that room, letting the man who murdered his father slink further away and start currying favor with those in charge once again. In truth it made him sick to his stomach. The revenge he had sought for so long was now further from his grasp than ever. He joined the others in the foyer and put a hand on Anne's shoulder. His own feelings were still so in flux he had no idea how to comfort her. "I know what it is like to lose family. In truth, it never gets less painful, but remember this: You're not alone, Anne. You have us. And I've often found that the bonds you choose are often stronger and more valuable than bonds of blood." He gave her a nod and headed out the door. Now they had to get a hold of the man who was going to lead this patrol past the gates. Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? The old warrior looked at his companion, usually trusting her senses more than his own. The room was cramped, and Brand almost attacked the other monkey man has he unleashed a gout of flame that almost hit their Dwarf. Their Dwarf who had apparently decided which of the two monkey men to side with. With a shrug, Brand pressed his way into the room in an attempt to help down their foe. Caida attempted to nudge her way into the room as well, but Brand pushed her back with a leg. "I think both of these monkeys talk too much nonsense!" The worse monkey tried to move, but between the lack of space and Vili closing off the thing's escape, it had no where to go but into Brand's weapon. Flames sparked off the blade as it buried into the creature's shoulder and the old man let out a cheer. "Hey! This blade isn't half bad!" Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: n/a Move: AJ5 Swift: n/a Standard: Furious Focus Power Attack the Red Monkey Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 Iymbryl gave a slight bow to the councilman. "You have our thanks. I'm certain we will put your graciousness to good use for the city." After the man had rushed out like a whirlwind, the captain of the guard began to wander once more. He passed a pair of bolas that looked like growing off a vine, a shield looked to be made of glass, and even a helmet shaped like a carved pumpkin. The more he looked, the he realized while the gear as certain to be useful, looking at it made him want to gouge his own eyes out. It made him wonder what sort of a mad man Erdan really was to spend so much time crafting things to be so...unique. When he saw Belfyr's goat hammer he was surprised. Iymbryl had thought for certain the man would use this as an excuse to don some sort of bunny motif. He had no idea what Bronn had in the pot, or the multitude of pots that looked like strange creatures from a child's fantasy land that Anne brought. Eventually, Iymbryl settled on the most practical thing he could find: better armor. Better was of course relative. The only thing that he found as an overall improvement being a garish breastplate that looked as though it had been covered in glue and dipped in a pen of peacocks. He'd had to test the design in the center multiple times, since it looked as though it was only made of feathers but repeated inspection showed it to be some sort of iridescent metal he'd just molded to look like feathers. The guard captain was certain he could remove most of the extraneous feathers with a bit of time, and a good cloak would cover most of it. As much as he hated the look, the fit was painfully perfect. He decided it would be wise to at least wear it out of the councilman's house, to show his appreciation.... "Well, everyone find something they'd find useful?" He continued to brush a pair of real feathers that bent to one side, constantly brushing against his cheek as he spoke. Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Mechanics wise, he is taking a breastplate. Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert let out a grin as he made a gesture. "Ladies first." When the commotion had finally died down, he peered around the corner, then made his way over to the giant mechanical spider. He gave it a light kick, then paused in wait for anymore movement. "Might we salvage the remnants of this formidable adversary for our own purposes? The prospect of incorporating such a marvel into the majestic frame of the Atlas Wake is nothing short of tantalizing. Imagine the awe-inspiring spectacle of a lightning-firing cannon adorning our vessel, assuming Peggy can make it work." Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 5/8 Actions Move: Swift: N/A Standard: N/A Arcane pool not active

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? Brand gave the others a confused look as the pair of monkeys continued to fixate on each other. Was this was crazy felt like? He let out another sharp whistle. "Hey! What seems to be the problem with the two of you?" He decided to leave out the 'other than being monkeys' part. To his companions, he whispered. "Do we just close the door and walk away? They don't seem helpful...or like they are all there." Caida peers into the room, scrutinizing the pair of strange creatures before looking up and Brand as if to say 'can I eat them?' Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: Move: Swift: Standard: Ready an action to attack if they try to attack the group. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert gave a nod of appreciation to Zen as he felt her protective magics wash over him. It was strange what one started to notice if they had the right knowledge and deductive skills. In general, Gilbert could tell Kelly's magic from Zen's even blind folded. Kelly's tended to leave a slight ringing in his left ear, while Zen's was more like a sudden itch he just couldn't scratch. The sensations always passed quickly, most likely too quickly for normal people to notice but Gilbert always made a habit of jotting down those little things that might one day make it into one of the many thesis he was working on. "And I support you wholeheartedly, Mary. There are a preponderance of women with similar preferences, no matter how pernicious they may be!" He gave the pair now standing next to him a nod, then a frown. "While you have my undying gratitude for the most auspicious of protections, it might be prudent to adopt a more...expansive arrangement, thus mitigating the inevitable risk of becoming the next example of two birds with one stone." With that, Gilbert dashed further into the next room, doing his best to stay at an angle that didn't provide the spider-bot with multiple targets at once before firing his weapon again. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 5/8 Actions Move: See Map Swift: N/A Standard: Shoot Spider bot Arcane pool active 7/10

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? After Brand knocked out the Captain, he slung her over his shoulder as they started to make their way. He pondered her response as they walked, still not sure what to do with the woman. So in typical fashion, Brand decided to take the 'wait and see' approach. They still had a long way to go, and if there were no traps like she had said, odds were good she would survive. He would be much less wary of her after the tower had been dealt with. He took the lead as they heard a crash, and when the door opened, he found himself very confused by the scene. He leaned over slightly toward Kal as he set the captain down next to him. "No one mentioned a bunch of monkeys in the tower..." He slowly drew his weapon. As much as he regretted it, Brand decided it might be wise to see if they were hostile or even sentient. He let out a shrill whistle to get the attention of both primates. "Which of you knows the layout of the tower?" At the very least, if they attacked first, he knew what would follow. Trolls, Dragon-women warriors, and now a pair of monkeys...This tower seemed to get more maddening with every room. Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: Move: Swift: Standard: Ready an action to attack if they try to attack the group. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson He let out one breath after another as he counted the seconds the soft hum built before it discharged toward the others. No power source, even from ancient times, was infinite. In either case, the time between blasts like that was hardly mattered if they simply killed it, or Peggy figured out how to make the room stop shouting at them. "Despite the insistence of many a fair maiden, Mary, the adage 'bigger is always better' finds no purchase in this, as well as many other scenarios. Case and point, Zen handled like a thousand small ones at once." He smirked at the last part as the others started gathering around. As Gilbert observed the spells and powers his companion's were throwing at the creature, he realized somewhat quickly he was be suited to dispatching this thing. With a sigh, he began to mentally review the spells he had memorized and found what was left somewhat lacking. With another deep breath, he began consuming some of the spare arcane energy he kept into the proper incantations and arrays for another spell. Gilbert wasn't sure how long Peggy generally considered appropriate to lick a lollipop, but he'd just have to buy her as much time as possible. "Fret not Peggy." He shouted over the alarm. "Time is a luxury we possess in abundance. It isn't like we find ourselves embroiled in a skirmish against a colossal death contraption adorned with razor sharp appendages with a penchant for unleashing bolts of lightning from its posterior. A calamity that Mary summon with her wanton disregard for Murphy's Law." He took another long breath to recover from all the shouting before he dipped around the corner and fired another shot at the machine. Even as he leveled the weapon at the spiderbot and pulled the trigger, he could tell one of the circular arrays at the end of the barrel was misaligned. "Well shit." His shot lanced off to the side, smashing into the wall and missing the machine by a mile. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 5/8 Actions Swift: Spell Recall for Intensified snowball Standard: Ranged spell strike Snowball on spiderbot Move: N/A Arcane pool active 7/10

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert let out a sigh of relief as the swarm finally died. Overall, it hadn't been great, but it hadn't been too bad either. Now if someone could just shut off the shouting, they could get to making money. And then Mary went and said it. Gilbert couldn't hold back his cringe as a new creation dropped from the ceiling. How many of these things were there? He just had to hope there were a finite number of them stored around the chamber and it wasn't just summoning them from the ether like how most demons came into their world. "REALLY Mary? Upon the eve of our imminent victory and you summon the very specter of misfortune? While fate cares little for us mortals, such bold proclamations have an inordinate tendency to invite unforeseen consequences. You might have well just said 'What could possibly go wrong'." Gilbert ducked behind one of the metal pillars as he did a mental check of the number of shots he still had. "Behold! The universe has answered your call and ensnared us in a web of even more dire circumstances." Gilbert whirled around the edge of the wall and leveled his eyes on the mechanical thing. Was it supposed to b a spider or a scorpion? He took a moment to study the lines of the things construction in an attempt to understand both how it moved and how it was powered. If it ran on fuel, maybe they could put a hole in the tank...That was when he spotted the room across from the creature. "Dare we entertain the notion the glass covered room beyond holds the key to our salvation?" He nodded in the direction, trying to both draw his companion's attention to the room, and subtly suggest one of them go and find out. Looking back down the sight, Gilbert took a single steady breath as the spell charged through his pistol, glowing rings of runes floating just off the end of the barrel once more. He took aim for bulbous part that seemed like the things core and slowly squeezed the trigger. Iron and ice blasted the metal monster sheering off parts like a hillbilly flinging trash in a junkyard. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Swift: N/A Standard: Ranged spell strike Snowball on spiderbot Move: see movement Arcane pool active 8/10

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? Kids these days were something else. But Brand had to respect someone who could give away their commander's secrets but still look so smug. In either event, it seemed she didn't know much about the girl or the witches' plans, not that he was surprised that was the case. People in charge rarely told those who were hired as protection the finer details of their plans. "One last question then. Why do you fight for this...Nazhena and the witches?" It wasn't something that mattered in the grand scheme of things, but Brand couldn't help but be curious why anyone would work for someone who steals children and creates snowy portals halfway across the world for no good reason. Once his curiosity was sated one way or another, he'd knock her out and they'd take her with them. First to her room to confirm she didn't know anything, then to find this raven room to see about finding a way to the witch. Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: Move: Swift: Standard: Brand will do some non lethal to knock her back out, then carry her on his shoulder as they head to her room/office for plunder. Then we'll head to the raven room. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert continued to shout over the sounds coming from the walls, putting in extra effort to get his delivery right. "Do you recall the occasion when you, my gallant companions, dispatched our adversary without the need for my modest contributions..." He waited for a moment when Peggy was in the right position, when Zen's fireball had died down enough where he wasn't seeing stars, and the split second before everyone else moved. In a single fluid motion Gilbert's pistol formed a floating ring in front of the barrel, then let out a blast of ice that shattered over the swarm. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Swift: Arcane Pool to enhance weapon Standard: Ranged spell strike Snowball on swarm Move: see movement

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 17 (chainshirt & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 Iymbryl was struggling internally to deal with the councilmen, hiding his frustration between his default expression as a member of the guard when dealing with citizens. He nodded along, not giving away any facial expressions that belied his inner turmoil. It was a small wonder with the leaders of the city got anything done, as easy as it was to steer them off topic. With every random story Iymbryl could feel his blood running hotter. He tried to remind himself that the councilman was just another scared citizen, looking for something of comfort in dangerous times. By some miracle he was able to school his tone as the others finished speaking. "Times are certainly crazy, councilman. Hence the urgency to get this information into the hands of allies who can come to the aid of the city." He let out a long sigh, something he didn't really have to fake. "But rest assured, whatever secrets the information we hold contains, we'll make sure it gets into the right hands and we return with allies to repel Ragesia and restore Gate Pass to its former glory...Assuming you can help us get past the guards and the gate in the first place. While there are many distractions we could use, I'd very much like to not detract those defending the city from their duty. Things are hard enough for them as it is." Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert didn't like needles. While he had a healthy respect for those in the medical profession, when one of those people pulled out a needle with the intention of sticking him with it, he usually told them exactly where they could stick it. So when a swarm of little metal things with needle-like appendages descended from places on the ceiling and started swirling about menacingly, Gilbert did what came naturally, he started firing off his pistol into the air like it was the Waste's Independence Festival. With little more than let out a yelp, he dove away from the cloud of...things? With the tip of his pistol, he wrote a pair arcane sigils into the air which quickly released gouts of flame at the cloud of enemies. Everyone else seemed to be just standing around, so clearly he'd have to save the day (again) and remind them about it later. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Previous Readied Action: Shoot the swarm Swift: n/a Standard: Scorching Ray on Swarm Move: see movement

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert kept his grumbling to himself as they descended the shaft. Rung after rung they ventured down into the darkness. Part of him had been surprised by Sal's ingenuity and creative use of the thunderstone. The other part let out a long sigh since it would certainly let anything down there know they were coming. When they reached the bottom, Gilbert drew out a handkerchief and lightly padded his forehead before stuffing it back into a vest pocket. As they started to look around, he couldn't help but be amazed by how intact the place was. Gilbert had expected some shitty old ruin filled with acid and monsters. Instead what they had gotten was a relic from the past that was more intact than anything he had ever seen in his career. "It nearly grieves the heart to imagined the squandered potential of such an extraordinary locale. One cannot help but entertain the notion of repurposing this pristine sanctuary for our own endeavors. A veritable fortress of solitude amidst the tumultuous wilds..." And then the sirens started going off. At first Gilbert's hand drew his pistol expecting something to happen. And then he pressed his free hand and the one holding his firearm against his ears as he tried in vain to shout over the noise. "I FIND MYSELF COMPELLED TO REVISE MY PRIOR STANCE; LINGERING WITHIN THESE HALLS NO LONGER HOLDS THE APPEAL IT ONCE DID..." He glanced around, still expecting something to attack the group (something almost always did) and hoping, nay, praying that Sal would find some way to silence this damnable place. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Swift: n/a Standard: Readied action to shoot anything that attacks the party. Move: n/a

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson With a casual flick of the wrist, Gilbert's pistol found purchase in the holster at his side. He let out a long sigh as he pulled a vibrantly colored paisley handkerchief and started fanning himself. "Allow me to respectfully present a dissenting viewpoint, my dear Mary: I would posit that the sole dietary consideration these insidious leeches merit is of the leaded variety. But again, perhaps my culinary nomenclature could use some improvement." He paused as he watched Kelly fire a few shots into the unconscious vampire with a nod of approval, but decided to be gracious enough not to offer Kelly lessons on the firing range once they got done with this job. "At the very least, it makes me refreshed knowing they've had their fill of lead." He gave the woman a sly grin as he adjusted the spectacles on his hawk nose. He handed Peggy the handkerchief as he passed by. "You've got blood on your..." He made a gesture in her general direction. "...everywhere." Gilbert knelt next to one of the bodies, inspecting them for anything of value before following the others. Moving at a half amble, half swagger, The Crimson makes his way toward Sal, pausing only briefly to observe the strange acidic pools. He glanced at the ceiling, trying to discern if they were coming from above or below. When the old man starts to complain (a complaint Gilbert himself had made internally many-a-time) he could only grin in response. "Don't leave us wholly uninformed Sal. While the anticipation of the unknown is stimulating, I much prefer the unveiling of such impending dangers. Perhaps you'd be willing to enlighten the group on what is ahead?" Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Swift: n/a FRA: n/a Move: n/a

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson If the thing would have blinked, the vampire's eye lashes would have scrapped across Gilbert's skin. As it was, just as the damnable leech came in, it was met with both spells and fists persuading it into eternal rest. Now free of the enemy hounding him, Gilbert took aim once more. "Ladies, if I may beseech you to shift yourselves to one side for but a fleeting moment. I find myself inclined to extend our vampire assailant some leaded refreshments in lieu of a more sanguine repast at our expense." The Crimson's pistol continued to sing as he fired another volley into the last of the vampires. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Swift: n/a FRA: Rapid Shot on vampy 1 Move: n/a

Level Advancement Level 2 Hit DiceClasses: Hit Points: Current HP Total SkillsFavored Class Bonus: Skills: Saving Throws BAB Unchained Barbarian Class Features Hunter Class Features Caida Hit DiceHit Points: Current HP Total SkillsSkills: Saving Throws BAB Animal Companion FeaturesFeat: Level 3 Hit DiceClasses: Hit Points: Current HP Total SkillsFavored Class Bonus: Skills: Feats Saving Throws BAB Unchained Barbarian Class Features Hunter Class Features Caida Animal Companion Features

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? Text goes here Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: Move: Swift: Standard: Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Old Brand & Caida Status: 100% Hunter, Trapper, Hermit General Info Race Human Classes () | () Gender Male Age 56 Campaign Trait Exile (Restless Wayfarer) Quote "Buy me an ale, and we'll call it even!" Theme Song General Info Race Wolf Class Wolf Gender Female Age 3 Campaign Trait She's a wolf... Quote "Howl!" Theme Song Description A single fine braid decorates the left side of Old Brand's wild tangle of grey hair. The beating of the sun and snow and sea against his skin has made it weathered and leathery, giving him a rather worn and tired look. Perhaps the only part of him that hasn't seen the ravages of age are his stormy blue eyes, which still burn with a fiery intensity and hunger of a much younger man. Dozens of scars from decades of battle decorate his chest and arms, which still swell with youthful vigor. Coupled with his prodigious height and built frame, the old man cuts an impressively intimidating figure. He prefers the warmth of animal skin cloaks, particularly those that he has hunted or killed himself. His boar hide pants are a mottled brown and in dire need of replacement, but he just can't seem to replace them because of the story he claims go with them. An array of weapons hang from his back and belt, but they all look as though they have seen better days. Backstory & Personality It came to you in a dream. Sitting in a room, seated at a comfortable table with an almost over-cushioned chair with a sense of serene safety. A short and somewhat hefty bespectacled man easily mistaken for a tall Dwarf sits across from you, rustling through sheaves of paper while running the feather of an extravagant quill pen through his beard. He ignores any questions or protests you have but returns with many of his own. Something compels you to answer honestly. Who are you and where are you from? What do/did you do there? Old Brand pulled a small whalebone pipe from a pouch and began to stuff it with dried leaves as he listened quietly to the man's question. With a snap of his leathery fingers, a small spark ignited the packed leaves, sending small motes of smoke into the air. "You bring a man...somewhere...and you don't even offer him an ale or some hot broth?!" Old Brand shook his head as he clenched the pipe between his teeth and took a few long puffs. He buried himself a bit deeper into the chair, the soft padding felt nice on his weary back. This was a really nice chair, when their business was concluded, he'd have to see if the man was willing to trade for it. The old man cleared his throat before he began to speak. "People call me Old Brand. I'm a trapper by trade. I live near the bottom of the Southern Range, have for decades. Didn't always live there though." "I wasn't always Old Brand either... I was born Korut of the Bearpelt Following in the Realm of the Mammoth Lords far, far from here. It is a place of ice and snow, savage beasts, and heroic warriors. My twin brother Kuldor and I were sons of the Herder. We fought over everything..." Old Brand chuckled as he thought back to the days of his youth. "And when our father died, we fought to become the next Herder of the Following. I still remember the battle clear as I see you. Kuldor was strangely sluggish, the fight went on for sometime, but in the end I was victorious...Victory didn't last long though, turns out Kuldor had been drugged. What's more, whoever did left their cowardly tools in my tent! Kuldor knew I wouldn't do something so vile, he had to have known. But our laws were clear. He did the only thing he could to stop me from being stoned to death...He exiled me." Brand's face visibly soured as he thought about the sudden turn of events. He hadn't spoken about them in...decades. "I headed east. Figured I'd make my way to the Worldwound, clean up that whole affair. Before I got there was when I met Brand... He was an adventurer, and a crazy one at that. It didn't take long for him to convince me to join up with his men. We traveled through Varisia, ran a Cheliaxian naval blockade, crossed the deserts of Osirion, saw the great city of Absalom..." Brand shook his head and wagged a finger at the man. "Now that is a city. Glows at night like the sun never set!" His expression grew dark as he continued. "Sadly Brand never made it home. We landed in Oppara and there were assassins waiting. Only a few of us survived. It was my fault. If I'd been less concerned with taking all the glory and more concerned with watching my companion's backs...Things would have been different. Brand made me swear with his dying breath that I'd take his body to his family. So I traveled to Ortalaca. Hard to imagine at first. A world traveling mercenary leader from that tiny little town like that? But the moment I saw his wife and daughter, I understood why he couldn't ever consider any place else his home. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do...Tell his family...In the end I gave them my share of our treasure too. It wasn't like I wouldn't have just wasted it. Looking back it was guilt; I felt like I owed them so much more. I couldn't bring myself to stray too far, but I felt too guilty to face them everyday. It was then that I took his name, seemed the only way to honor him really, and I certainly didn't need mine anymore. In the end I settled in the mountains nearby, it made the most sense since I knew how to live off the land, even the mountains most people here consider barren are abundant with resources compared to my homeland. But anyway, I'm starting to ramble. What else did you want to know?" What do you know of Heldren? What does Heldren know of you? "I had better! I knew Theodora when she was the fairest woman in town!" Brand turned to look behind him before leaning toward the man and whispering. "That's a lie, she was ancient long before I started showing up, but don't tell her I said that." "There is quite a bit you can't make yourself in the mountains, so I generally bring my pelts down, trade for supplies, and make my way back home a few times a year. I've been visiting Heldren now for...going on twenty years. I helped cut the lumber for some of the oldest buildings still standing! Good people in Heldren. City folk will smile to your face while they steal the copper from your pouch, but good honest farming folk you can trust. I always bring those black licorice candies Ionnia likes, been doing it since she was no higher than my knee. She pays me for them now of course, insists on having all her debts paid." The old warrior waves a hand dismissively, taking another few puffs from his pipe before continuing. "I keep a pretty regular schedule, I make the trip through a few times a year. The Silver Stoat always makes sure I have a room. Aye, nice folk in Heldren." I've heard and seen the early winter in Heldren. What do you think of it? Brand scratched his chin hidden beneath his shaggy white beard as he stared at the ceiling and pondered the question. "I remember one year seeing frost in Lamashan, but snow in summer? It's the sort of thing some people would call an ill omen." "I haven't seen or heard any signs of it myself. Creatures seem just as noisy as usual for this time of year." Brand took the pipe from his mouth and pointed it at the man a few times as he continued to speak. "If you want to know what's going on, always look to the animals. Birds are silent during an ambush, deer won't graze near anything unnatural. Perhaps I'll take a stroll through the Border Wood after I pass through Heldren, see if the animals really are settling in, or if this is just another rumor being churned out from the mill. Not too worried about my own place. I keep enough firewood chopped to last three winters! The first few years I lived here, I didn't even need firewood to keep my house warm. This place certainly has made me softer..." The old man chuckles to himself and lets out a yawn. "Best pack a few extra supplies just in case though." Would you consider yourself an adventurer? A mercenary? A treasure hunter? If none of those things, then what? Brand nodded slowly "Used to be. Sailed all over the with a mercenary group after I...departed. Don't get me wrong, I can still swing a sword better than any of those halfwits in Zimar. But I'm getting up there in years, as long as there are a few youngsters around to seek glory, no need for me to get involved anymore. Still a damn good guide though, and you won't find a better tracker for a hundred miles. Who am I kidding? If folk need help, then I'll help them. We people of the land need to stick together." The news of a noblewoman being kidnapped is a terrifying occurrence in such a small village. What terrifies you? "Anything is big news in a small enough place. I hate snakes, but I don't think that's what you mean. When you live long enough, so many things you feared in your youth seem so trivial. Brand's death shook me. I was never afraid to die, but when you see the faces of those you leave behind in tears...I'll be damned if that isn't worse than facing down a shadow dragon in the middle of the Darklands. Suppose that's why never found myself a woman. When I was young I was afraid of not having glory. Being known as a coward and a liar...A dishonorable death...I suppose old age. Getting too old to take care of myself, everything starts going...Some even go mad in their old age." Brand's vacant stare said it all. "I suppose when it gets to be that time for me, I'll go find myself a hungry bear and wrestle him to the ground. Kidnappings a new thing though." Brand spit on the ground, a look of disgust on his face. "I've killed more than my share of bandits over the years. People who involve themselves in that sort of thing...they ain't people. Maybe I'll get a few of the boys together and go take a walk around to make sure the area is safe." What does it take for you to consider a stranger an ally? A friend? An enemy? "A strong drink or a good fight!" Brand grinned as he stuffed a bit more tobacco into his pipe. "People come and go, so make friends where you can. It's strange to think about, but death brings people together. Experiencing that rush of danger creates a bond. You have to trust the people watching your back. Facing down a dozen worgs on a moonless night with one torch between the three of you...if that doesn't bring you together, I don't know what will. When I was young, I was a bit more impetuous. Anything could set me off. I once punched a man in a tavern for looking at me funny. Turned out his face was always that way, so afterward I spent almost all my coin buying the whole tavern rounds to make up for it. Age tempers that sort of thing. Now I'd ask if his face was always that funny looking before throwing a swing!" Brand slapped his knee as he let out a booming laugh. "Caida is the troublemaker of the two of us." Brand bent down to pet the gray fur of the wolf that sat at his feet. "Found her as a pup about three years ago trying to tangle with a bear cub. She might have won too if the momma bear hadn't come along. Didn't seem the little runt had anyone to back her, but that didn't stop her. Felt bad for her, so I stepped in. Me and momma exchanged a few blows, then she decided it was just better to leave. I reached down to pet the damned little runt and wouldn't you know she bit me! Ungrateful thing has been following me ever since." As if she understood, Caida began to playfully bite at Brand's hand. "I was even on good terms with the bear after that, we spent a whole summer fishing in the same river! Point is, you can find friends and allies the most unlikely of places." "As for enemies...Can't say I have any of those. They are all dead. I might be too old to go looking for trouble, but I don't ever shy away from it when it comes looking for me. They say the fire only goes out in Kellid blood when they are dead and buried under the ice." Time for some hypotheticals. As you're walking through town, you take a wrong turn into a small and quiet side street. You hear a rustle behind and suddenly someone is behind you. Before they can say or do anything, what do you do? "Hypawhaticals? You casting a spell or choking on a chicken bone? I expect next I'll hear you say something stupid like: Osakabe-hime is the best kitsune." Brand shook his head and gave his pipe another puff. "No seriously, if you say that, we're done." Once the man had explained what a hypothetical was, Brand nodded slowly. "Why didn't you just say so?" The giant of a man pondered the question for a long moment. "I suppose there isn't too much to worry about. Some of my closest friends showed up out of nowhere in an alley. Once I even met a girl who fell from the sky! Well, technically it was the third story window, but I caught her and we had a great night on the town all the same. "Experience'll teach you to temper action with insight. Even if you're caught off guard, you need to assess the situation." Brand began to count on his fingers as he went through each point. "What are they wearing? Look at their stance, especially their hips and shoulders. In that split second between being stabbed and them asking for directions, their physical position can tell you a lot. I'd probably have to tell Caida to heel as well, wouldn't want her ripping their leg off. You gotta look them in the eye. When you've been a hunter as long as I have, you can tell the difference between a predator and prey without too much trouble." Now let's twist that question. Instead of a small side street, you turn onto the market's main thoroughfare. Same person, but now this woman has an arm around your shoulder and is acting like your best friend. Now it was Brand's turn to raise an eyebrow. "First thing I'd do is wonder what I've done to earn this woman's attention. The days of women throwing themselves at me is...mostly over. I learned never to offend a woman when I was young. In my homeland they have stories about witches who disguise themselves as normal women and put men through trials. Many a warrior has fallen to curses...if you believe the tales." The old warrior shrugged casually. "As long as my coin pouch is still where it should be, I've no reason to turn down such company! Perhaps I'll even buy her a drink and regale her with a tale from my youth! If I had a silver for every time I ever woke up naked in the street after just such an experience, I'd be richer than the king of Taldor!" Brand emptied his pipe on the table and took a deep breath as he stretched his arms. "This has been fun, but it is about time I woke up." Standing up, the barbarian towered over the man, gave a slight nod and looked around for the exit. I know what you're going to ask: "This dude sounds like he was level 15! How can you explain all of this? Simply put, Brand is old. I sort of imagine him as a past hero who has actually aged. Adventures at this point is him getting back to where he was, shaking off the rust, and remembering all the little things he's just forgotten because he hasn't used them in decades. I really like the idea of always having stories to share (even if they sound utterly ridiculous) I know you put that warning about being from Irrisen, but I honestly feel like having someone who has investment in the area makes it more meaningful than just a bunch of randos from halfway around the world. I actually really enjoyed the prompts. I think doing it in character is a fun way to start getting a feel for the characters voice. I'd be really interested in talking to you about the things you look for in some of the answers.