Farvad al-Mehri (Human (Keleshite) | Swashbuckler (Gynmnast) 1 | Neutral Good)
AC: 18 | HP: 20/20 | Perception: +6 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +9 | Will: +6 | Hero Points: 1/1 | Conditions: None
No stranger to death, the sheer shock of the moment seemed to cut through Farvad; one moment he was finishing up some ropework, the next he was looking at the contorted form of a man he deeply respected, both as a person and a talent. The cause was impossible to know, yet such pain seemed impossible to be natural. However, such a mystery was something that could not he handled now, for the reasons the Professor laid out so very clearly...
"We need this too much," he thought direly, "Would that wicked cat do such a thing? And how?"
Mistress Dusklight was an evil old crone, to be sure... yet that too was beyond the moment. He looked at the others, taking in the moment. On them, then...
"Fire first, the sisters... then the animals, then Mordiane... end with the aerialists and acrobats, yes?" he said, half a question, half a declaration. There was a logic too it, a lead up, a build up, or so he thought. Perhaps it was his own biases to put the aerialists as the finale but... Would the others agree? He hoped so... and he hoped he had it right. He'd seen the circus run, he'd watched the old cat and his new ringmaster, but had he truly understood? It was not a job he wanted, he was glad to share it with to others but...
But the show must go on.
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Mechanics
Main Hand: Empty
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