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Prologue — A Moral Bargain


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"The tolls were great. Never before have men crossed land and sea from every corner of Avistan to fight a war for the very survival of Golarion itself."

— Mico Crassina, "The Mendevian Crusades"
 


 

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15 Arodus, 4713AR. Kenabres. A city of glory, yet not one of spotless virtue. Countless Mendevian Crusaders have ridden out from this bastion to say unspeakably more demons in the Worldwound, many such have been carried back upon their shields to be interred within the catacombs beneath the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell.

 

Numerous camps of crusaders come from all across the continent to defend the world against the demon hordes of the Abyss. Many of these crusaders are indeed pure of heart and noble of spirit, though others are little more than fortune-seeking mercenaries. Still, few can deny the deeds that Kenabres and its denizens have committed, since the death of Aroden and the first days of the opening of the Worldwound, and the steadfastness by which her knights continue to answer the call, through four crusades spanning decades of fierce battle against fearsome fiends of every conceivable stripe.

 

It is here that our story begins. For weeks now, excitement has been building in Kenabres — Preparations for Armasse have been taking place, providing a boost in morale and bringing rare smiles to the faces of city folk that are normally marred by downcast eyes and furrowed brows.

 

While traditionally the holy day represents an opportunity for scholars and priests to come together to study the lessons of history from wars past, since Aroden's death it has taken on more emphasis on training commoners in weaponry, choosing squires, and ordaining new priests. Over time, Armassw has grown to encompass jousting competitions, mock duels, battle reenactments, and other festival events.

 

In Kenabres, the festival takes place tomorrow on the 16th of Arodus, and is eagerly anticipated by all, for it provides much needed distractions from the horrors of being on the front line of the war.

 

Here, in the middle of the bustle, a day before the big event, you find the Honeyed Blackmoor Café. Just a couple of blocks outside of Warehouse Square in New Kenabres, the establishment sticks out almost like a sore thumb against the backdrop of the flat roofs and drab coloured stone walls of the numerous warehouses and other trade oriented buildings nearby.

 

The wooden walled building sports a hipped roof shingled with clay tiles, their deep azure blue contrasting with the brightness of the beech panels between reddish brown posts and beams, perhaps as a way of paying subtle homage to something of grandeur in faraway Tian Xia.

 

The fragrant aroma of delicious drinks and delicate snacks fill the air. Though while that certainly makes for a delectable suite of culinary offerings, many who have come to know the place understand that the real selling point is the serving girls themselves, and the company and conversation they provide to oft a lonely soul, barely hanging on to sanity from the ravages of an atrocious war.

 

 

[[ The Honeyed Blackmoor ]]

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Gareth Kindly - Half-Elf Inquisitor 1


HP: 10/10 | AC: 16/12/14 | Speed: 30/20ft | Hero: 1/3 | Spells: 0 1 1 1 2

Initiative: +2 | Perception: +8 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +3 | Will: +4

Disappear: 5/5 | Studied Target: None

Consumables | Spells | Abilities | Skills | Attacks | Conditions: None


Gareth sits at the front window seat, looking out onto the street, a bit jittery and over-caffeinated after his third cup. He picked this place for its unprepossessing location and excellent coffee. But he stayed for the enchanting baristas, who smiled and flirted as he stammered out his order and tipped more than he could really afford. But he wasn't here to eye up the girls. He was here to do Milani's work, though how he was supposed to do that with no cell of revolutionaries, no network of informants in the government, and of course, no money, was going to be a challenge. But he'd only arrived today, and surely he'd catch a break. Find some rebel cell that could use his knowledge of tradecraft and stealth. One that could use his organizational knowledge of blindly interconnected cells, or maybe he'd catching a lead and break into someone's office to gather incriminating evidence. Martyr's blood! At the worst he could probably go fight some demons from the Worldwound or something and make some money, if he had to. There were always calls for crusaders around here, he was pretty sure.


OOC/Actions

Other:

Free:

Swift:

Move:

Standard:

Full Round:

Other:

Hands: Fauchard

Notes 

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 Gear - WIP

Worn

-Belt Pouch
-Reversible Cloak
-Holy Symbol

 

Weapons

-Cestus
-Dagger
-Morningstar
-Fauchard
-Sling

 

Containers

Backpack

-Bedroll
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-Sack
-Silk Rope
-Soap
-5x Trail Rations
-Canteen

Belt Pouch

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-Flint and Steel
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-Whetstone
-5.77gp

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Nera of the Screaming Arrow
Female CG Catfolk Ranger (Guide), Level 1, Init 3, HP 12/12, Speed 30 (20 climb)
AC 16, Touch 13, Flat-footed 13, CMD 15, Fort 3, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1   
longbow (40 arrows) +5 (1d8, x3)
handaxe +2 (1d6+1, x3)
silvered, cold iron dagger +2 (+4) (1d4+1, 19-20/x2)
studded leather, light wooden shield (+3 Armor, +0 Shield, +3 Dex)
Abilities: Str 13, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 10
Condition: None 
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Nera didn't really like the city, but she had been here multiple times when she guided caravans in. And while she didn't really like New Kenabres, she did like the food at the Honeyed Blackmoor Café. They had a great rabbit stew and she always had it when she came here. She had tried to figure out what spices they put in, but she could figure it out and the cook wasn't telling. But she was known here and when she came in, she waved at the waitress and took her regular place in the booth nearest the kitchen. Soon she had an ale and was told the stew wasn't ready yet, but would be soon.

 

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Daergrim
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Male, Dwarf
Class: Warpriest of Angradd | Level: 1
Str: 16 | Dex: 12 | Con: 15 | Int: 10 | Wis: 16 | Cha: 8
HP: 14/14 | Speed: 20 | Init: +3
AC: 20 | Touch: 11 | Flat-footed: 19
CMD: 14 | FCMD: 13
Fort: 4 | Ref: 1 | Will: 5

Weapons

Dwarven Waraxe (masterwork, cold-iron): +5 (1d10+3, x3)
Warhammer (cold-iron): +3 (1d8+3, x3)
Short Sword (silver): +3 (1d6+2, 19-20/x2)

Situational Modifiers

 

Defensive Training  | Greed  | Hardy | Hatred | Stability | Stolen Fury | Stonecunning

Bonus Types

The important aspect of bonus types is that two bonuses of the same type don’t generally stack. With the exception of dodge bonuses, most circumstance bonuses, and racial bonuses, only the better bonus of a given type works. Bonuses without a type always stack, unless they are from the same source.


Alchemical: --- | Armor: +7 | BAB: +0 | Circumstance: --- | Competence: ---

Deflection: --- | Dodge: --- | Enhancement: --- | Inherent: --- | Insight: ---

Luck: --- | Morale: --- | Natural Armor: --- | Profane: --- | Racial: Various

Resistance: --- | Sacred: --- | Shield: +2  | Size: --- | Trait: Various

Condition(s): None

 

Post

Daergrim was in a mood, and not a good one. The trail on his quarry had gone cold once again. "Slippery bastard!" he muttered, perhaps a bit too loud as he spat onto the ground. For over two years the dwarf had given chase to the priest of Asmodeus, and every time he thought he was getting close he'd hit another dead end. "Dominin...I will find him!" he swore as he glanced around in a huff, his gaze focusing onto a place nearby called the Honeyed Blackmoor Cafe. "What kinda name is dat?!" he asked out loud as his stomach rumbled when his nose caught the aromas of the place. "I hope dat dey have some ale!" he said as he made his way to the place and stomped on in only to stop immediately once he entered.

Daergrim casually reached up and gently rubbed the blood red brand, in the shape of the Archstar, symbol of Asmodeus on his cheek. The dwarf glanced around, daring anyone that made eye contact with him to say something, anything about it, particularly the man sitting near the front window. When nothing seemed forthcoming, he strolled further into the establishment, and took a seat at one of the empty booths along the far wall. "An ale an a bowl of whatever ye got!" he called out as he went.

 

OOC & Mechanics

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Features | Prepared Spells

Warpriest Blessings: 4/4 [DC: 14]

Holy Strike (Good) | War Mind (War)

Sacred Weapon: Axes [Base Damage]

 

Spells Prepared (CL: 1)
Orisons [DC: 13] 1st Level [DC: 14] 2nd Level [DC: 15] 3rd Level [DC: 16] 4th Level [DC: 17] 5th Level [DC: 18] 6th level [DC: 19]
Detect Magic Bless X X X X X
Guidance Shield of Faith X X X X X
Resistance X X X X X X

Spontaneous Casting

 

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Iolana Variu

image.png.6de02cbb97751b0fadfa71ec656a6cfe.pngIolana wandered into the cafe, and quickly looked around for Brucilde. Not seeing the other woman, she takes a table near a wall. "Red wine" she politely tells the serving girl. Having time to think while she waited for Brucilde, Io mulled her options.

She hadn't learned anything new information her birth parents, Brucilde's parents, or the riftwardens. That seemed like a deadend for the moment. She had just recently completed her training to become a priestess. Her mother would be happy if she returned to work at that small hospital for the residents of Kenabres. That just seemed unappealing. Of course the crusade always needed healers...

Luckily the serving girl returned with her glass of wine and interrupted her thoughts. Taking a sip of her wine, she decided to watch the serving girls flirt with the other customers.

Hp 9/9 AC16 TAC11 FAC15 Chan 5/5 (DC14) CHA 6/6 F+3 R+2 W+6 (+8 charm & comp.) Init+1 Per+7

Mechanics

 

Stat Block

Skills: +7 perc, heal, prof (dr); +6 diplo; +5 k. planes, ling, -3 climb & swim : +1 know planes on demon and demon cult stuff

C Sheet

female N Human Cleric  (Mendevian Priest), Level 1, Init 1, HP 9/9, Speed 20
AC16, Touch 11, Flat-footed 15, CMD 12, Fort 3, Ref 2, Will 6, CMB +1, Base Attack Bonus 0,   Action Points 1
Scythe +3 (2d4+1 , x4)
 cestus +1 (d4+1, 19-20 x2)
 darts (x6) +1 (d4+1, x2)
 scalemail,  null (+5 Armor, +1 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None 

 

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Brucilde

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Brucilde comes into the main room from the back working a kink out of her shoulder with one hand while the other grips her oversized axe. "Why some crusaders no listen? I tell them no touch girls. Give polite warning. Them ignore. I throw out. No stretch first." She continues complaining as she heads towards the bouncers stool near the front door. About half-way back, she spots Iolana and waves. "Oh hi 'lana. How've you been? I'm afraid I haven't got anything new to tell you."

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[URL=/sheets/?id=2891667][B][SIZE=+1]Brucilda Ashdottir[/SIZE][/B][/URL] F CG Tiefling (halforc parentage) Arcanist (blade adept), [B]Level[/B] 1, [B]Init[/B] 2, [B]HP[/B] 8/8, [B]Speed[/B] 30 [B]AC[/B] 12, [B]Touch[/B] 12, [B]Flat-footed[/B] 10, [B]CMD[/b] 14, [B]Fort[/B] 1, [B]Ref[/B] 2, [B]Will[/B] 2, [B]CMB[/B] +2, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 0 [B]bonded weapon, MW Battleaxe [/B] 3 (2d6+2, x3) (+2 Dex) [B]Abilities[/B] Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 9 [B]Condition[/B] None
Brucilda Ashdottir
F CG Tiefling (halforc parentage) Arcanist (blade adept), Level 1, Init 2, HP 8/8, Speed 30
AC 12, Touch 12, Flat-footed 10, CMD 14, Fort 1, Ref 2, Will 2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 0
bonded weapon, MW Battleaxe 3 (2d6+2, x3)
(+2 Dex)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 9
Condition None

 

Actions Crunch

 

 

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Iolana Variu

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Io smiles at Brucilde's announcement, and takes a drink of her wine.

"Neither do I when it comes that. I've passed my testing, and just completed the anointing ceremony. I'm a Priestess now. " She yells back to Brucilde.

"They don't need me to work at the shrine, so I'm ...." she holds up her glass of wine.

Hp 9/9 AC16 TAC11 FAC15 Chan 5/5 (DC14) CHA 6/6 F+3 R+2 W+6 (+8 charm & comp.) Init+1 Per+7

Mechanics

 

Stat Block

Skills: +7 perc, heal, prof (dr); +6 diplo; +5 k. planes, ling, -3 climb & swim : +1 know planes on demon and demon cult stuff

C Sheet

female N Human Cleric  (Mendevian Priest), Level 1, Init 1, HP 9/9, Speed 20
AC16, Touch 11, Flat-footed 15, CMD 12, Fort 3, Ref 2, Will 6, CMB +1, Base Attack Bonus 0,   Action Points 1
Scythe +3 (2d4+1 , x4)
 cestus +1 (d4+1, 19-20 x2)
 darts (x6) +1 (d4+1, x2)
 scalemail,  null (+5 Armor, +1 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None 

 

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The Honeyed Blackmoor

In the main seating area of the café, there are currently two girls actively serving customers, running orders between the booths and the tables where each of you are seated. Both of these seem intelligent enough about their use of interpersonal skills, being careful not to come on too strong, only offering to sit with each table if they presented some indication that conversation or their company would be welcome.

 

Indeed, farther back into the establishment is an example of one such exchange going on, where one patron is literally bawling his eyes out on top of the bosom of a other beautiful waitress, who seem to be providing comfort as she listens to his recent trauma and grievances.

 

spacer.pngAt the bar, a positively gorgeous woman in some unfamiliar, yet ornately beautiful style of traditional robe is preparing drinks as she chats up another customer. If not for the two horns protruding out of her forehead, she might very well easily be able to pass for human. Several bright red flowers that look like they must've been in full bloom when they were picked adorn her jet black hair. A thick silk sash serves as a waistband, tied into a decorative bow behind her back.

 

 

[[ The Honeyed Blackmoor ]]

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Teza Hasar

Teza.jpeg.2e218f2c20ec1615bef7234d8383d24d.jpegTeza Hasar - Fetchling Bard (Dirge Bard) 1

AC 14 | FF 12 | Touch 12 | HP 13/13 | Temp HP | Init +2 | Speed 30ft

Fort +1 | Ref +4 | Will +1

Hero Points 1

Active Conditions/Abilities:

  • 1/day can reroll failed saving throw
  • 1/day Memory Lapse
Honeyed Blackmoor Cafe

Teza emerged from the dark room set up for her. She had thrown her large cloak over her outfit, unwilling to deal with the looks from the patrons on her break. She picked up her usual from the front, a two slices of bread with honey drizzled on them, a small helping of washed, but uncooked carrots and a mug of watered down ale. Seeing a spot open in the corner she retreated there, opening up her notebook to review the scrawled writing inside. She saw Kimmy as she sat down and flashed her a quick smile, forever grateful for her.

She looked at the newest story in her book, the looping unsettling Necril telling her no more than when she had written it down. Someone mourning a fallen friend this time, a story of confessions not shared until to late. So many of the stories she heard would have had happier endings if people had just talked before it was to late. She set down her journal, closing it and looking around the room as she ate.

Lots of new faces, that was common this time of year. And there was that bouncer with a friend. She avoided the security at the Cafe, large, muscled and severely lacking in conversational skills. Not that she had mastered those either, but it was different. She at least could be coherent and guide people through the songs and stories. She winced a little as she looked at the crying patron, hopefully he wasn't interested in her requiems.

She contented herself to sit back and watch, slowly eating her carrots as she did so.

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[b][url=/sheets/?id=2891479]Teza Hasar[/url][/b] [i]Fetchling Dirge Bard 1 NG[/i] [b]HP[/b] 9 / 9 [b]Speed[/b] ft [b]Init[/b] 2 [b]AC[/b] 14 [b]Fort[/b] 1 [b]Ref[/b] 4 [b]Will[/b] 1 [b]CMB[/b] +1 [b]BAB[/b] 0 [b]Longsword[/b] +1 (1d8+1, 19-20/x2) [b]Str[/b] 13 (1) [b]Dex[/b] 14 (2) [b]Con[/b] 13 (1) [b]Wis[/b] 8 (-1) [b]Int[/b] 12 (1) [b]Cha[/b] 18 (4)
Teza Hasar
Fetchling Dirge Bard 1 NG
HP 9 / 9 Speed ft Init 2 AC 14
Fort 1 Ref 4 Will 1
CMB +1 BAB 0
Longsword +1 (1d8+1, 19-20/x2)
Str 13 (1) Dex 14 (2) Con 13 (1) Wis 8 (-1) Int 12 (1) Cha 18 (4)

 

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Iolana Variu

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Iolana briefly watches the crying man. Another crusader that was currently in her lord's jurisdiction . At the moment, he seemed to handling his grief constructively, so she left him alone.

Turning Brucilde, "So little sister what have you been doing in your free time?. (Younger would be more correct since it has been nearly a decade since Iolana was bigger. )

Not totally sure why her foster sister works here, she probes with a sly smile "Are any of these woman more than just coworkers?"

 

Hp 9/9 AC16 TAC11 FAC15 Chan 5/5 (DC14) CHA 6/6 F+3 R+2 W+6 (+8 charm & comp.) Init+1 Per+7

Mechanics

 

Stat Block

Skills: +7 perc, heal, prof (dr); +6 diplo; +5 k. planes, ling, -3 climb & swim : +1 know planes on demon and demon cult stuff

C Sheet

female N Human Cleric of Vonymos  (Mendevian Priest), Level 1, Init 1, HP 9/9, Speed 20
AC16, Touch 11, Flat-footed 15, CMD 12, Fort 3, Ref 2, Will 6, CMB +1, Base Attack Bonus 0,   Action Points 1
Scythe +3 (2d4+1 , x4)
 cestus +1 (d4+1, 19-20 x2)
 darts (x6) +1 (d4+1, x2)
 scalemail,  null (+5 Armor, +1 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None 

 

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Daergrim
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Male, Dwarf
Class: Warpriest of Angradd | Level: 1
Str: 16 | Dex: 12 | Con: 15 | Int: 10 | Wis: 16 | Cha: 8
HP: 14/14 | Speed: 20 | Init: +3
AC: 20 | Touch: 11 | Flat-footed: 19
CMD: 14 | FCMD: 13
Fort: 4 | Ref: 1 | Will: 5

Weapons

Dwarven Waraxe (masterwork, cold-iron): +5 (1d10+3, x3)
Warhammer (cold-iron): +3 (1d8+3, x3)
Short Sword (silver): +3 (1d6+2, 19-20/x2)

Situational Modifiers

 

Defensive Training  | Greed  | Hardy | Hatred | Stability | Stolen Fury | Stonecunning

Bonus Types

The important aspect of bonus types is that two bonuses of the same type don’t generally stack. With the exception of dodge bonuses, most circumstance bonuses, and racial bonuses, only the better bonus of a given type works. Bonuses without a type always stack, unless they are from the same source.


Alchemical: --- | Armor: +7 | BAB: +0 | Circumstance: --- | Competence: ---

Deflection: --- | Dodge: --- | Enhancement: --- | Inherent: --- | Insight: ---

Luck: --- | Morale: --- | Natural Armor: --- | Profane: --- | Racial: Various

Resistance: --- | Sacred: --- | Shield: +2  | Size: --- | Trait: Various

Condition(s): None

 

Post

Daergrim was not even finished with his meal when he suddenly stood up from his seat at the booth and loudly cleared his throat in order to get everyone's attention. "Listen up..." he called out loud enough to be heard by all that were in the establishment, "...I be a lookin' fer any priest, cultist, disciple or whatever else de shitheads be callin' demselves dis week, of Ascommodeus. If'n ye know anyding, just be a pointin' me in de right direction an I'll be on me way and outta yer hair!"

With his announcement made, Daergrim sat back down, took a gulp of his ale and continued noisily slurping his food, all the while watching the surroundings closely. This had worked a few times in other towns and usually some sod would hurriedly make his or her way to the exit, at which point the dwarf would follow from a good distance.

 

OOC & Mechanics

Perception

 

Features | Prepared Spells

Warpriest Blessings: 4/4 [DC: 14]

Holy Strike (Good) | War Mind (War)

Sacred Weapon: Axes [Base Damage]

 

Spells Prepared (CL: 1)
Orisons [DC: 13] 1st Level [DC: 14] 2nd Level [DC: 15] 3rd Level [DC: 16] 4th Level [DC: 17] 5th Level [DC: 18] 6th level [DC: 19]
Detect Magic Bless X X X X X
Guidance Shield of Faith X X X X X
Resistance X X X X X X

Spontaneous Casting

 

Name
Perception
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1d20+3 3
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Teza Hasar

Teza.jpeg.2e218f2c20ec1615bef7234d8383d24d.jpegTeza Hasar - Fetchling Bard (Dirge Bard) 1

AC 14 | FF 12 | Touch 12 | HP 13/13 | Temp HP | Init +2 | Speed 30ft

Fort +1 | Ref +4 | Will +1

Hero Points 1

Active Conditions/Abilities:

  • 1/day can reroll failed saving throw
  • 1/day Memory Lapse
Honeyed Blackmoor Cafe

Teza winced as the loud dwarf interrupted the peace of the café. She looked over to see if Kimmy would deal with the disturbance before standing up and tucking her journal away under her cloak. Kimmy was busy and had important work. He was near the bouncer woman, but unlike the handsy patrons this one seemed merely unused to the decorum. It would be best to not make more of a scene.

She settled onto the bench across from looking out from under the hood of the cloak she kept firmly wrapped around her. "Good sir, please. This is a place of respite and recovery, not some common ale house. If you would please lower your voice we are here to listen to what you need." Her voice carried a faint accent, slightly clipped and very soft as though she was disinclined to make her voice heard by more than the immediate listener.
 

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[b][url=/sheets/?id=2891479]Teza Hasar[/url][/b] [i]Fetchling Dirge Bard 1 NG[/i] [b]HP[/b] 9 / 9 [b]Speed[/b] ft [b]Init[/b] 2 [b]AC[/b] 14 [b]Fort[/b] 1 [b]Ref[/b] 4 [b]Will[/b] 1 [b]CMB[/b] +1 [b]BAB[/b] 0 [b]Longsword[/b] +1 (1d8+1, 19-20/x2) [b]Str[/b] 13 (1) [b]Dex[/b] 14 (2) [b]Con[/b] 13 (1) [b]Wis[/b] 8 (-1) [b]Int[/b] 12 (1) [b]Cha[/b] 18 (4)
Teza Hasar
Fetchling Dirge Bard 1 NG
HP 9 / 9 Speed ft Init 2 AC 14
Fort 1 Ref 4 Will 1
CMB +1 BAB 0
Longsword +1 (1d8+1, 19-20/x2)
Str 13 (1) Dex 14 (2) Con 13 (1) Wis 8 (-1) Int 12 (1) Cha 18 (4)

 

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Nera of the Screaming Arrow
Female CG Catfolk Ranger (Guide), Level 1, Init 3, HP 12/12, Speed 30 (20 climb)
AC 16, Touch 13, Flat-footed 13, CMD 15, Fort 3, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1   
longbow (40 arrows) +5 (1d8, x3)
handaxe +2 (1d6+1, x3)
silvered, cold iron dagger +2 (+4) (1d4+1, 19-20/x2)
studded leather, light wooden shield (+3 Armor, +0 Shield, +3 Dex)
Abilities: Str 13, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 10
Condition: None 
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Nera was sipping her drink when suddenly a dwarf started asking about followers of Asmodeus. Nera knew nothing about that, but she had seen cultists recently. So she headed over to the dwarf.

"I have seen cultists," she said, "not of Asmodeus though. Or at least I think so, I'm not so good with all those symbols and they didn't have horns or hooves or anything."

She looked at the person behind the bar.

"Not that this is always an indication of course."

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Gareth Kindly - Half-Elf Inquisitor 1


HP: 10/10 | AC: 16/12/14 | Speed: 30/20ft | Hero: 1/3 | Spells: 0 1 1 1 2

Initiative: +2 | Perception: +8 | Fort: +3 | Ref: +3 | Will: +4

Disappear: 5/5 | Studied Target: None

Consumables | Spells | Abilities | Skills | Attacks | Conditions: None


Gareth stands and makes his way toward the bar. He gulps once, visibly, and seems unsure what to do with his hands. He's snuck through a castle full of guards that would kill him on sight. He's hunted down traitors and heretics. He's fought in the glorious (a rather bloody) revolution. But ask him to talk to a beautiful woman... Get ahold of yourself, Gareth! he berates himself in his mind. "Hi, um yes. A-Another cup, please?" He holds his empty one out. "I mean of coffee. A refill. N-Nothing wrong with this cup, per se." As we waits for it he tries to listen to what the bawling man is on about, and anything else he can hear that cuts through the din. It's a bit distracting, but taking the pulse of a city and gathering information sometimes requires listening to a lot of unfortunates before you can separate the wheat from the chaff.


OOC/Actions

Other: Roll perception on what the fellow is so sad about, or any other snippets of conversation he picks up.

Free:

Swift:

Move:

Standard:

Full Round:

Other:

Hands: Fauchard

Notes 

-

 Gear - WIP

Worn

-Belt Pouch
-Reversible Cloak
-Holy Symbol

 

Weapons

-Cestus
-Dagger
-Morningstar
-Fauchard
-Sling

 

Containers

Backpack

-Bedroll
-
-Sack
-Silk Rope
-Soap
-5x Trail Rations
-Canteen

-Grooming Kit

Belt Pouch

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-Flint and Steel
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-Whetstone
-4.77gp

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The Honeyed Blackmoor

While dwarf stood and made a bit of a scene, the young waitresses looked toward the woman behind the bar confusedly, silently searching for cues. This only yielded her to respond with ever the slightest shake of her head, after which the girls proceed to continue with their tasks around the café, taking no further mind of the intrusions to their ambience.

 

spacer.pngSeeing that Teza had actively taken an interest in soothing the dwarf, the woman turns to address Gareth, her fingertips gently brushing over the back of his hand before she takes the cup. "Oh it's okay, you don't have to get up. Marla,"

 

spacer.png"Yes madam." One of the serving girls answer immediately, pivoting to take the refilled cup now once again full of coffee. Taking care to flash Gareth a flirty 'May I join you?' look for a brief moment, she hooked her arm around his to walk him casually back to his table.

 

Gareth Only

As you turn and begin to head back to your seat, you notice a child hiding around behind one of the flower pots just outside the front of the café.

 

 

[[ The Honeyed Blackmoor ]]

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