Christ Centered Gamer

When you poke your head in that's when it hits you; the smell of decay heavy in the hall. When you announce yourself, you hear the sound of movement deeper in the building.

((Sorry, in my mind I picture the "temple" as just a simple house converted for the use of the clergy since this town is primarily ran by the subjects of Olidammara and all other faiths may or may not have a presence and if they do, it's more tolerated than openly accepted. With that said, the only place the "temple" of St Cuthbert could be established is in the more run down part of town. I hope that sheds a little light on the situation.))

Seeing Crimson again did Kratimos well, and it was good to have dinner among friends again. It has been a long time since he's had the pleasure of sharing stories with comrades.

He recalled his events with a somber note. The slavery under the dark mage. The little girl and the mutilated father. Gorehcth Shieldbreaker, the mighty dwarf legend locked away and his promise to find his hammer to set him free.
Kratimos had frequently requested the girl be brought to the table to join him for dinner throughout the telling of his story, but was informed she was still napping.
He finished his tale: "So you see, I have five and one debts. Brokan, Livia, yourself, even Minather, and Guy. I imagine my debt to Guy would be great indeed. I remember his face when it all happened." he paused. "So you see, I will protect what is yours with my life. I owe you that. But after this, I must pay my greatest debt. To the land. Our quest was lost on my account, and so I must go free Lord Gorehcth. If you two would join me, this would be the first step to setting the lands free. We can change all of this."

During Winthrop's story, Kratimos burst out in laughter, perhaps the first time in 5 years, when the musical cleric told of the "trap" in the mausoleum. The terror of that moment only intensified the comedy.
"Oh, friend", he wiped away a tear and slapped a heavy hand on Winthrop's shoulders and continued to laugh. "That was me."

Kratimos was very interested in hearing Crimson's story; he's always wondered what became of his old companions during his long stay in the dungeon. Finding out the Underport was her hometown came as a surprise to him, but only strengthened his determination in defending it.
The story of Minather brought a cloud over him, but he commended Crimson on her dispatching his killer.
It was the letter, however, that struck deepest with Kratimos. He asked that he could have it, and read it over doubly more. It was during this time, that the little girl came into the dining hall, slowly shuffling in, still yawning and rubbing her eyes from her nap. He turned to see her with sad eyes. She walked straight to Kratimos and gave him a hug as he put a protective arm around her.
"I suppose I'm the third in succession for her," He looked back up to Crimson and looked back down to the girl and spoke to her softly. "I want you meet a good friend of mine. Her name is Crimson."
The little girl looked up and smiled sweetly and waved, still too sleepy to say anything.
"Crimson, this is Anna Loretta."

KA-SHIELD BASH

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The warrior throws a strike aimed at Guy's neck. Guy parries with his mace and smacks the warrior with his shield.

With a waive of her hand, the witch appears several yards from Guy. She chants for a moment and fires a bolt of electricity.

((Take 15 damage unless you pass a DC15 Reflex save for half damage))

Rhell focuses his mind and the golem grabs the lizard beast and with it's stone like fists and it pounds the creature in the head. The blindfolded man swings with a fury at the golem's leg, breaking off a part of the stone. Rhel reels in pain but doesn't lose focus.

Guy whirls around with his shield toward the witch...

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...but not quickly enough. He grunts in agony as the bolt of electricity locks every muscle in his body. Snarling in frustration he refuses to leave Rhel defenseless and turns toward the warrior, blade ready this time. He licks the blood from his lip where he bit his tongue during the electrical strike and glares a final warning at the warrior before lashing out with his mace. The time for gentleness has passed.

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Guy smashes forward, his mace crashing into the body of the Northerner, the magical properties of the weapon lighting the hairs of his armor on fire and singing his hair. The witch fires another bolt in your direction ((take 12 damage, DC15 reflex save for half)).

The stone giant roars and launches a brutal two handed slam on the spine of the lizard creature. The lizard roars and delivers a gout of flame in return. The blindfolded fighter jumps between the creatures legs and makes a break for Rhel.

((Are you rolling damage, or are we?))

Guy braces again against the lightning...

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...but is still overwhelmed by the multiple opponents. He tries to reduce the numbers with another furious strike at the warrior with his mace...

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((I've been rolling damage and keeping track but I have no trouble with you doing it if you like? ))

The Northerner swings and guy ducks the lethal blow returning with one of his own. The mace connects in the man's shoulder, staggering him for just a moment before he returns, fury redoubled. The rage seems to intensify the blue color in the man's eyes. He chops wildly and strikes a weak point in Guy's armor. Blood flows form the wound ((Take 8 damage))

The witch smirks and turns toward Rhel blasting the Illithid with a powerful bolt of lightning. The mindflayer gets hit with the spell and the golem seems to blink in and out of existence for a moment then materializes once again.

Rhel calls out. **STARFATHER...HEAR MY CRY....RESCUE WE WHO ARE YOUR FAITHFUL**

The lizard tears into the golem, ripping from it's shoulder a massive piece of stone. At the same time, Rhel falls to one knee, a purple slime shooting from his shoulder. The masked man rushes forward landing a blow into the creature's head knocking Rhell backward.

**STARFATHER**

The golem blinks again and then disappears.

Trusting her better judgement, Livia decides to pull back from the Temple of Cuthbert and make her way back to the inn, When she gets there, she sits in the common room and listens to conversation of the people there. I want to see if anyone says anything of interest.

Crimson smiles at the young girl and shakes her hand. As she does so she hands Kratimos her letter. Every time I try to read that stupid letter we get attacked. Maybe you'll have better luck with it. It sounds like both of us have been through a lot. How is fatherhood treating you? She winks at Kratimos and tries to channel any motherly instincts she has to comfort the girl. The poor thing has no family and considering her friends and her profession, not many good role models. Crimson looks though her sack to see if she has anything to offer the girl, she is quickly reminded of her recent loot. So in my most recent outing I scored this magical sealed book, a gemmed stop watch and a magical rod...is there anyone here who can make sense of this stuff for me?

Kratimos smiled uncertainly at Crimson's question as he lifted Anna into a chair next to him.
"It's..." He took a moment as he began putting some food onto her plate. "...Unique. Can't say I really understand any of it."

As Crimson relayed her latest spoils, Kratimos took a closer look. "I'm not so much of an expert in this subject; I imagine our new friend here might know more..."

Knowledge(Arcana) - untrained
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Winthrop listens to the others' stories with fascination and relates his own recent experiences... that is when he isn't distracted by the food set before him. "What's this? Ooh, that's interesting... what a wonderful blend of flavors!"

He looks at Kratimos apologetically at the portion about the crypt. "I am sorry that I left you and Anna there. Perhaps I've read too many stories about the kinds of creatures that can be found within crypts! But it sounds as it Olidammara was watching over you. Indeed, a sure sign that our paths are meant to be together!"

He looks at Crimson. "It is good to make your acquaintance as well, my lady," he says, offering a bow at the table, which almost dips his beard into an unusually thick gravy. "If you don't mind me asking, do you have one of these unusual markings as well?" Trip shows the livid purple mark on the back of his hand. "It has something to do with a messenger. The Hestic seem to know more about these, so if you have one as well, they may be able to provide insight as to what it means."

He listens with curiosity at the exchange regarding the unusual items. "I can certainly take a look and see what I can discern," he says. "I do have a spell that will help me to understand any languages that none of us can read, but I will need time to pray for guidance before it will be ready. Hmm... is that rosemary on this cut of meat? Fascinating!"

((Nah if you're rolling that's fine. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't doing it wrong.))

Guy grumbles in frustration.
Fools!

Knowing he cannot survive the concentrated onslaught for much longer, he teleports himself behind the witch. He hates the idea of battling a female, but a threat is a threat. He strikes...

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Nice to meet you Trip! While I am marked, it's not in a place publicly seen...At least in my current attire (Not exactly sure what she is wearing but only seen in a bikini.) As for the items feel free to look them over and if any of them will serve you well, you're than welcome to have it. Crimson enjoys her meal, it's been a while before she ate this well! ((How long until she is fully healed?))