Fargrim looks around and tells the group, "I'm not great with kids or coming up with plans but I am great at shielding what I care about and smashing what I don't. In the past, this was for money but, if you'll have me, I'll make sure no harm comes to these children on the trip through the city. I have some connections in the city but none that I would trust with the children. I agree that we should go to the guards first."
"I'm taking Irma home. The other children can decide if they want to stay together at my parents' home or not..." Kurstin says, his pitch-black eyes showing no emotion. You realize they had always been this way, but now, really seeing them, you understand how unnerving it is to try and stare him down!
An honest smile breaks across the stoic dwarf's face. 'Clarice! Yer a sight for sore eyes indeed. I'm afraid we got caught up in the middle of some of the riots last night we did. Managed to break up a couple of mobs and turn them back from destroying at least one honest pub.' he motions to the children 'And with these wee ones underfoot we didn't dare push on much further until first light.'
Grabbing Dagnam by the shoulder, the cleric beams with pride and happiness 'You of all people won't be surprised to fin that this one in particular is especially dear to me and that'd gladly rain down the fires of Gond's own forge on any who stood between him and safety. My dear Clarice, meet me brother, Master Dagnam himself - the very same you've helped me search for all this time.'
Kaisaras had been in the Citadel on many occasions and knew it very well. Not like how the public or a criminal might know it, but as someone of his position and status was required to. With the Steel Brigade often helping the guards during times of shortages in manpower, and his own family's tight connections with the military orders, visiting such places to check logistics, offer manpower and services, or otherwise negotiate prices, was common for him, doubly so after the incident with his father. Still, with Lamm's journal, the latter should be quickly taken care of. A part of him couldn't wait to return to the Ironward Estate so to share the good news, though he wished the timing of the riots wouldn't have sullied their delivery.
Watching the female guard approach, Kaisaras had opened his mouth to speak, when she greeted Radgar. Noting that this might have been the relation to the guard that he had previously mentioned, he opted to close his mouth and let things play out. One shouldn't pull rank too often, especially in times of chaos. Once Radgar had said his peace, however, he'd step forward and bow his head, he kept his mask up so as to avoid complications, "Pardon me madam, but our group has also managed to deal with one Gaedren Lamm, we have a journal regarding many of his misdeeds, and seek to both clear those he's incriminated unjustly and find these children's homes."
An honest smile breaks across the stoic dwarf's face. 'Clarice! Yer a sight for sore eyes indeed. I'm afraid we got caught up in the middle of some of the riots last night we did. Managed to break up a couple of mobs and turn them back from destroying at least one honest pub.' he motions to the children 'And with these wee ones underfoot we didn't dare push on much further until first light.'
Grabbing Dagnam by the shoulder, the cleric beams with pride and happiness 'You of all people won't be surprised to fin that this one in particular is especially dear to me and that'd gladly rain down the fires of Gond's own forge on any who stood between him and safety. My dear Clarice, meet me brother, Master Dagnam himself - the very same you've helped me search for all this time.'
"Flaming Hells Radgar, you found him!?!" Clarice exclaimed as she saw the dwarf child standing a bit sheepishly in front of her. "Gladys, Willy, Bubba! Get over here! Radgar finally found his kid brother!" Clarice shouted over her shoulder to a few of the serious looking Guard also stationed in front of the Gatehouse. Dropping their seriousness and rushing over, they surrounded the group and began offering congratulations and peppering both dwarfs and group with questions.
Kaisaras had been in the Citadel on many occasions and knew it very well. Not like how the public or a criminal might know it, but as someone of his position and status was required to. With the Steel Brigade often helping the guards during times of shortages in manpower, and his own family's tight connections with the military orders, visiting such places to check logistics, offer manpower and services, or otherwise negotiate prices, was common for him, doubly so after the incident with his father. Still, with Lamm's journal, the latter should be quickly taken care of. A part of him couldn't wait to return to the Ironward Estate so to share the good news, though he wished the timing of the riots wouldn't have sullied their delivery.
Watching the female guard approach, Kaisaras had opened his mouth to speak, when she greeted Radgar. Noting that this might have been the relation to the guard that he had previously mentioned, he opted to close his mouth and let things play out. One shouldn't pull rank too often, especially in times of chaos. Once Radgar had said his peace, however, he'd step forward and bow his head, he kept his mask up so as to avoid complications, "Pardon me madam, but our group has also managed to deal with one Gaedren Lamm, we have a journal regarding many of his misdeeds, and seek to both clear those he's incriminated unjustly and find these children's homes."
"Seriously!?!" Clarice replied "You actually found the Eel? I've got to say Radgar, you've found an impressive bunch; where'd you find them all anyway."
"And in regards to this journal you've found, I'm sure Cressida would want to see it. Unfortunately she's not here at the moment." Clarice began "Ended up going to the Castle last night to try and disperse the growing mobs in that area. Most of the higher-ups are gone too trying to keep order. Not sure how long they'll be gone for but you're all probably welcome to wait for them in the Citadel till one of them returns. I'd jus have to run it by Sargent Farima, the "Senior" officer of the Citadel and at the moment." There is clear sarcasm in her voice at the mention of the Sargent's rank.
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History: 23
Kaisaras sighs, both in annoyance and relief, on one hand, he was happy that the superiors were taking the situation seriously, but on the other, it made his current task more tricky. Pondering a moment, he figured it'd be worth a shot to ask, "Do you know where I might find this Sergeant?" Kaisaras didn't want to trouble her, but perhaps he could give some help while getting some.
'Aye, they're a good group and I'm glad to have them walk this path with me, I am. We lost a comrade in our fight with Lamm, a brave lad who didn't deserve what fate dealt him.'
Gesturing to Fargrim, he continues 'But we met this chap here in the midst of the chaos last night, so perhaps the fates have a bigger plan for all of us yet.'
Looking back at the children the cleric gestures to the alcove just inside the gatehouse 'While we wait on yer Sargent, could we get the littles off the street and out of they way? I'm happy to vouch for them, but ye can see for yerselves they're sacred and skinny kids who've been through quite a rough patch.'
(Volshyenek sounds uncannily like the Russian word for magician. I just found it curious. I know Strahd has some words that sound very funny in Russian - I was wondering if this Pathfinder one had something similar.)
Danse idly lounged through the streets with an amused swing in his step, both hands clasped around his neck as he casted a look around the progressively increasing quality of buildings. Much time had passed since he had performed up this alley - and for a good reason, too. The overabundance of guards didn't appreciate random street rats throwing their swords everywhere. Danse simply run his hand over an annoyed Moroza, allowing the more diplomatic members of the party wiggle their way higher into the social standing of the guards. Danse didn't particularly care.
Fargrim stood with the group trying to call as little attention to himself as possible. He did not much care for authority types like this. In his experience, they were generally corrupt and only out for themselves.
Fargrim recognizes the symbol on the soldier's breastplate. "Pretty fancy for a soldier. Must have high asperations or really pissed someone off." , he thought. He keeps his mouth shut and watches a bit bored.
Kaisaras didn't need to think much to recognize the symbol on Alena's breastplate, he could more or less deduce the cause for Clarice's sharp tone earlier. Chances were that she got elevated due to her family name, or some background maneuvering. It was annoying, but also a part of the job...still, Kaisaras knew his friend well enough to trust that she wasn't aiming to abuse her position. Moreso with how she appeared, he guessed that she hadn't slept and had been/is running herself dry trying to hold everything together.
A part of him was disappointed that she hadn't recognized him, but that also just made him more pleased with his disguise. He was tempted to pull back his scarf to reveal himself, but he held back for the time being, rather, he figured it would be better to probe the situation....not to mention, being a nobody would serve him better than being the noble's son. Cocking his head curiously, he speaks with his false accent, still hiding his voice, "If nothing else, madam, we were hoping to hear more about what it is that is going on. We were fighting Lamm in his lair, and when we came out, the city seemed in the midst of tearing itself apart."
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History: 14
Danse casually strolled into the halls. It seemed the city was up in arms - granted, the guard's activities were warranted, but Danse wonders if the madness witnessed was a result of circumstance or something else. Danse performed his usual, slightly ostentatious bow - House Farima or sergeant, whoever this was deserved a baseline of respect. Even if the political maneuvering behind the scenes was responsible for this woman's position. "Sergeant Farima - we may have defeated Gaedren, but one of his subservients escaped justice. He is the man by the name of Yargin. If you or your guards happen to know or see him, I would be very interested to know where he ran off to," Danse politely requested. He took a step back and allowed the others to converse. Danse felt out of place in somewhere so formal. To Danse, it was all just a pretense for another abhorrent system, not unlike what Gaedren ruled over. The politics behind everything was just too stifling. Moroza had fallen asleep on Danse's shoulder long ago. At least one thing didn't change.
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As they walked through the stronghold, Kurstin would appraise the armor of the guards, looking first for any damage that might need mending, and then looking at craftsmanship. Not the fancy filigree or decorations many noble-born officers fancied, but for honest smithing and well-constructed joints. His skills included some minor metal-working, but he appreciated true craftsmanship.
History: 24 When introduced to the officer in charge, Kurstin took a moment to study the family crest on her armor, wondering which family she was from. He was surprised by two things - how attractive she was, and how plain her armor was. Both raised his appreciation for her. But he knew that looks could deceive, and words could beguile, but actions, especially in the heat of the moment, revealed one's true mettle. And so he listened and watched her intently.
Radgar snorted when the young Sargent mentioned the crimelord 'Aye, we got the bastard - and freed these little ones here we did. We could use some help getting them somewhere safe, somewhere away from the chaos of the streets.'
To the group, Fargrim says, "What do you all mean, there's no proof? Didn't you keep something from him? At least a hand or eye?" Fargrim was bewildered. "Is this y'alls first time doing something like this? Carrying around a whole body can be a pain but surely you can throw a head or hand in a bag." Fargrim rolled his eyes wondered what kind of group of amateurs he got himself mixed up in.
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Fargrim looks around and tells the group, "I'm not great with kids or coming up with plans but I am great at shielding what I care about and smashing what I don't. In the past, this was for money but, if you'll have me, I'll make sure no harm comes to these children on the trip through the city. I have some connections in the city but none that I would trust with the children. I agree that we should go to the guards first."
"I'm taking Irma home. The other children can decide if they want to stay together at my parents' home or not..." Kurstin says, his pitch-black eyes showing no emotion. You realize they had always been this way, but now, really seeing them, you understand how unnerving it is to try and stare him down!
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Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 048 - Citadel Volshyenek
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An honest smile breaks across the stoic dwarf's face. 'Clarice! Yer a sight for sore eyes indeed. I'm afraid we got caught up in the middle of some of the riots last night we did. Managed to break up a couple of mobs and turn them back from destroying at least one honest pub.' he motions to the children 'And with these wee ones underfoot we didn't dare push on much further until first light.'
Grabbing Dagnam by the shoulder, the cleric beams with pride and happiness 'You of all people won't be surprised to fin that this one in particular is especially dear to me and that'd gladly rain down the fires of Gond's own forge on any who stood between him and safety. My dear Clarice, meet me brother, Master Dagnam himself - the very same you've helped me search for all this time.'
Kaisaras had been in the Citadel on many occasions and knew it very well. Not like how the public or a criminal might know it, but as someone of his position and status was required to. With the Steel Brigade often helping the guards during times of shortages in manpower, and his own family's tight connections with the military orders, visiting such places to check logistics, offer manpower and services, or otherwise negotiate prices, was common for him, doubly so after the incident with his father. Still, with Lamm's journal, the latter should be quickly taken care of. A part of him couldn't wait to return to the Ironward Estate so to share the good news, though he wished the timing of the riots wouldn't have sullied their delivery.
Watching the female guard approach, Kaisaras had opened his mouth to speak, when she greeted Radgar. Noting that this might have been the relation to the guard that he had previously mentioned, he opted to close his mouth and let things play out. One shouldn't pull rank too often, especially in times of chaos. Once Radgar had said his peace, however, he'd step forward and bow his head, he kept his mask up so as to avoid complications, "Pardon me madam, but our group has also managed to deal with one Gaedren Lamm, we have a journal regarding many of his misdeeds, and seek to both clear those he's incriminated unjustly and find these children's homes."
"Flaming Hells Radgar, you found him!?!" Clarice exclaimed as she saw the dwarf child standing a bit sheepishly in front of her. "Gladys, Willy, Bubba! Get over here! Radgar finally found his kid brother!" Clarice shouted over her shoulder to a few of the serious looking Guard also stationed in front of the Gatehouse. Dropping their seriousness and rushing over, they surrounded the group and began offering congratulations and peppering both dwarfs and group with questions.
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"Seriously!?!" Clarice replied "You actually found the Eel? I've got to say Radgar, you've found an impressive bunch; where'd you find them all anyway."
"And in regards to this journal you've found, I'm sure Cressida would want to see it. Unfortunately she's not here at the moment." Clarice began "Ended up going to the Castle last night to try and disperse the growing mobs in that area. Most of the higher-ups are gone too trying to keep order. Not sure how long they'll be gone for but you're all probably welcome to wait for them in the Citadel till one of them returns. I'd jus have to run it by Sargent Farima, the "Senior" officer of the Citadel and at the moment." There is clear sarcasm in her voice at the mention of the Sargent's rank.
DC5 History Check:
Cressida is short for Cressida Kroft, the current Field Marshall (and highest ranking member) of the Korvorsan Guard
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
History: 23
Kaisaras sighs, both in annoyance and relief, on one hand, he was happy that the superiors were taking the situation seriously, but on the other, it made his current task more tricky. Pondering a moment, he figured it'd be worth a shot to ask, "Do you know where I might find this Sergeant?" Kaisaras didn't want to trouble her, but perhaps he could give some help while getting some.
'Aye, they're a good group and I'm glad to have them walk this path with me, I am. We lost a comrade in our fight with Lamm, a brave lad who didn't deserve what fate dealt him.'
Gesturing to Fargrim, he continues 'But we met this chap here in the midst of the chaos last night, so perhaps the fates have a bigger plan for all of us yet.'
Looking back at the children the cleric gestures to the alcove just inside the gatehouse 'While we wait on yer Sargent, could we get the littles off the street and out of they way? I'm happy to vouch for them, but ye can see for yerselves they're sacred and skinny kids who've been through quite a rough patch.'
Kurstin stands with Irma, impressed and a bit awed by the military might demonstrated here.
History: 11
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(Volshyenek sounds uncannily like the Russian word for magician. I just found it curious. I know Strahd has some words that sound very funny in Russian - I was wondering if this Pathfinder one had something similar.)
Danse idly lounged through the streets with an amused swing in his step, both hands clasped around his neck as he casted a look around the progressively increasing quality of buildings. Much time had passed since he had performed up this alley - and for a good reason, too. The overabundance of guards didn't appreciate random street rats throwing their swords everywhere. Danse simply run his hand over an annoyed Moroza, allowing the more diplomatic members of the party wiggle their way higher into the social standing of the guards. Danse didn't particularly care.
Fargrim stood with the group trying to call as little attention to himself as possible. He did not much care for authority types like this. In his experience, they were generally corrupt and only out for themselves.
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 049 - Sergeant Farima
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History 11
Fargrim recognizes the symbol on the soldier's breastplate. "Pretty fancy for a soldier. Must have high asperations or really pissed someone off." , he thought. He keeps his mouth shut and watches a bit bored.
Kaisaras didn't need to think much to recognize the symbol on Alena's breastplate, he could more or less deduce the cause for Clarice's sharp tone earlier. Chances were that she got elevated due to her family name, or some background maneuvering. It was annoying, but also a part of the job...still, Kaisaras knew his friend well enough to trust that she wasn't aiming to abuse her position. Moreso with how she appeared, he guessed that she hadn't slept and had been/is running herself dry trying to hold everything together.
A part of him was disappointed that she hadn't recognized him, but that also just made him more pleased with his disguise. He was tempted to pull back his scarf to reveal himself, but he held back for the time being, rather, he figured it would be better to probe the situation....not to mention, being a nobody would serve him better than being the noble's son. Cocking his head curiously, he speaks with his false accent, still hiding his voice, "If nothing else, madam, we were hoping to hear more about what it is that is going on. We were fighting Lamm in his lair, and when we came out, the city seemed in the midst of tearing itself apart."
History: 14
Danse casually strolled into the halls. It seemed the city was up in arms - granted, the guard's activities were warranted, but Danse wonders if the madness witnessed was a result of circumstance or something else. Danse performed his usual, slightly ostentatious bow - House Farima or sergeant, whoever this was deserved a baseline of respect. Even if the political maneuvering behind the scenes was responsible for this woman's position. "Sergeant Farima - we may have defeated Gaedren, but one of his subservients escaped justice. He is the man by the name of Yargin. If you or your guards happen to know or see him, I would be very interested to know where he ran off to," Danse politely requested. He took a step back and allowed the others to converse. Danse felt out of place in somewhere so formal. To Danse, it was all just a pretense for another abhorrent system, not unlike what Gaedren ruled over. The politics behind everything was just too stifling. Moroza had fallen asleep on Danse's shoulder long ago. At least one thing didn't change.
As they walked through the stronghold, Kurstin would appraise the armor of the guards, looking first for any damage that might need mending, and then looking at craftsmanship. Not the fancy filigree or decorations many noble-born officers fancied, but for honest smithing and well-constructed joints. His skills included some minor metal-working, but he appreciated true craftsmanship.
History: 24 When introduced to the officer in charge, Kurstin took a moment to study the family crest on her armor, wondering which family she was from. He was surprised by two things - how attractive she was, and how plain her armor was. Both raised his appreciation for her. But he knew that looks could deceive, and words could beguile, but actions, especially in the heat of the moment, revealed one's true mettle. And so he listened and watched her intently.
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Radgar snorted when the young Sargent mentioned the crimelord 'Aye, we got the bastard - and freed these little ones here we did. We could use some help getting them somewhere safe, somewhere away from the chaos of the streets.'
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 050 - Proof
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To the group, Fargrim says, "What do you all mean, there's no proof? Didn't you keep something from him? At least a hand or eye?" Fargrim was bewildered. "Is this y'alls first time doing something like this? Carrying around a whole body can be a pain but surely you can throw a head or hand in a bag." Fargrim rolled his eyes wondered what kind of group of amateurs he got himself mixed up in.