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[jkason]

Saktouk Bekloric, half-orc monk

Saktouk's pale gray cheeks begin to redden as the cleric and the summoner exchange barbs.

"Just so we're clear, I'd only just met that one at the bar in Venza when we went to work," he whispers to Megan and Audra.

He perks up, as well, at the mention of whiskey, then winces as he remembers this morning's hangover.

"Afraid I'll have to pass on the drink tonight," he says.

 

[perrinmiller]

Ariel Esimae, Female Aasimar Cleric

Ariel jabs Audra with an elbow.

She chides, "Contain yourself a moment, before you go off and get drunk. You should look to Saktouk as an example of a proper monk, instead of taking after Megan here. We already know she is a hopeless lush."

"I don't want you backing out of your obligations to be our bait tomorrow claiming you were snockered when we agreed."

"Let's finish discussing our plan for the morrow, before you two run off and addle your brains with sinful drink."

[sblock=OOC]LOL. Looking at the exchange, I thinking that Veniarus is coming across as LG and you were thinking Ariel was being what then? CG? Ariel doesn't take condescension too well, conscious that she is only 16. Not much of a sense of humor either.

But, Ariel has more issues with Audra's continual unmonk-like behavior now that she is loose from the monastery. [/sblock][sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +2
AC: 22 (20 without shield, 18 flat-footed, 12 Touch) +2AC Barkskin
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +3 CMD: 15 Fort: +5 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+8 vs. Fear)
+1 for all with Resistance
Resistance: 5 Cold, 5 Acid, 5 Electricity
Conditions if Effect: None

Current Weapon in Hand: Longspear
Javelins: 5/5 Remaining

Fire Bolt: 6/6 Remaining Channel Energy: 5/5 remaining
Deflection Aura: 1/1 remaining
Spells Remaining: Orisons: (Light, Resistance, Guidance, Detect Magic)
1st Level 4/4 (Shield of Faith, Doom, Bless, Burning Hands)
2nd Level 3/3 (Resist Energy, Bull's Strength, Barkskin) [/sblock]___________________________________________

Ariel Esimae

 

[VVilhem]

"Ariel my girl, you gotta learn to live a little. Don't wanna be an old maid before you realized most of your life has passed you by!"

"Still, we do a have a job tomorrow morning. I am sure there will be plenty of time to taste that whiskey after we run those bugs out of town."

OOC: I am ready for tomorrow.

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Audra looks at Ariel when the elbow is delivered. There is a momentary flash in her eyes as if she might have a rather harsh retort to the youngsters comments. However she doesn't speak for a moment, her shoulders going up and down two times with slow breath before she speaks.

Listen. The idea is know how much is too much. Aside from the mid day Merbeer attempting to get the barkeep to loosen up to questions, a plan which would have worked if we hadn't suffered an outbreak of Miss Flouncy Pants, which I knew could very well lead to a bit of a headache and took precautions, such as I could thanks to Master Hallaran's teaching, I have limited myself to a simple glass of wine. You'll find that those who work in the places where the public tend to gather and at times have loose lips may do so themselves if they are genuinely comfortable with you. Now...

She pulls herself to her full five-foot-seven height, admittedly not that impressive, and crosses her arms across her chest.

As for you and your ten foot pole rammed so far up your backside it practically is holding up your eyebrows, you need to figure out that you're in the real world now. You're not safely hidden away in a Temple or Convent or something where realities of drinking, carousing and doing things the dirty way if that's what it takes to get he job done are but parts of fairy tale and lore. You're in the real world, where opinions other than your own matter, where your actions can, and will, carry serious consequences if you go off on your high and mighty way trying to force your view of the world on everyone. Justice, my dear, is far more than find the evil doer and ram a sword through his wishbone. I pray that your Lady of Justice will permit Sapo to kick you in your uptight arse a few times and knock some common sense into you, before you lose you life on some damned fool folly.

Her face turns a slight shade of red, not quite as bright as her hair, as she speaks in a ghostly calm manner. Another breath and she speaks again, this time her cheeks back to normal. Was all of that pent up inside her and just came flowing out? Hard to say. She uncrosses her arms and ticks off points in her palm with her forefinger.

As for tomorrow's plan, I am trusting in your abilities to prepare and deliver what blessings you are planning to aid me in my serving as bait. My job would seem to be get these two bug things to the surface so you can roast them, or toast them or whatever, hopefully without anyone chomped, acided or otherwise disassembled. Not knowing the layout of the farm, that seriously limits our ability to plan too far in advance. We'll have to make those important parts of the plan once we arrive there, though I wouldn't suggest taking too long.

She eyes Megan.

Since when does she care about a well laid plan? Isn't her idea to kill first and ask questions if it survives?

She delivers this last line with a more Audra like hint of yanking poor Ariel's chain.

So, lets hear the rest.

Calm and conversational now, Audra looks for somewhere to park her rump and, failing to find anything more suitable, sits on the edge of a nearby barrel and crosses her arms again.

OOC: perrinmiller...you gots a PM comin' from me

 

[DalkonCledwin]

Veniarus looks slightly bemused by Audra's sudden outburst, and says "Maybe there is more to you than I had given you credit for initially my dear." meanwhile Kalius' mouth has dropped open and he is sputtering "Wha... huh... Wait... WHA???" unable to decide exactly what just happened here.

 

[sunshadow21]

You may not know that exact field, but you can guess the layout is fairly typical of most of them you've seen. Mostly open field, sometimes with a fence around the perimeter, sometimes not; you're guessing from Sal's description, this one probably does, at least partially. Typically 3 fields beside each other (or 1 particularly large field) will have the following pattern: fallow (grazing for livestock), filler crop (one that is useful, but it's primary purpose is to replenish the soil), and cash crop, with the sections rotating every planting season. If this is all part of a single larger field, there is usually a temporary fence to keep the livestock in the fallow portion.

 

[jkason]

Saktouk Bekloric, half-orc monk

Saktouk joins in the gaping, but only whispers to himself, "Maybe the dwarves were right about the chaos out here."

 

[perrinmiller]

Ariel Esimae, Female Aasimar Cleric

"Ariel my girl, you gotta learn to live a little. Don't wanna be an old maid before you realized most of your life has passed you by!"

"Still, we do a have a job tomorrow morning. I am sure there will be plenty of time to taste that whiskey after we run those bugs out of town."

Ariel snorts at the half-elf's teasing, "I live just fine, pure of heart and unsoiled by... well smelly oafs."

She was about to say more about tomorrow when Audra starts yammering about Merbeer and the virtues of using drink to loosen tongues and skirts. She really wasn't paying much attention, too distracted wondering, Who in the blazes is 'Miss Flouncy Pants'?

But when the taller woman stands up and looks down on her and begins her tirade, Ariel frowns and turns to check on this 10 foot pole the monk is talking about. As a result she misses half the tirade and picks it back up mid-stream making sense out of about half of it, Yes, certainly we shall punish evil, that's what I do... eh? who is Sapo? What folly she talking about?

Despite Audra apparently having her own stick up her arse, the monk finally starts calming down and making sense to Ariel. Nodding, she listens as the 'bait' correctly explains her understanding of the situation.

Forgetting the outburst, Ariel replies in a business-like manner, "That is about right, glad you were paying attention and did not forget while in the pulpit."

"The best plan is for you to lure them out where we can attack them without worrying about causing damage to the farm and crops, of course."

"When they appear, hopefully they will waste their acid spit on you while my spell bolsters your resistance and defenses to leave you unscathed. This is the important part as no one else will have protection against the acid."

"We will pepper them with ranged attacks until that happens while you dance around in front of them. Once they spit at you, we can close in and gang up on the one at a time."

"So... Since you agree to the proposition, go ahead, drink, drop your drawers, or whatever you feel necessary. I hear the sinful stuff bolster's courage in case you need it. Take the pompous one with you, too."

"I am going to turn in and pray."

Shaking her head, Ariel mutters to herself, "Who is supposed to be floozy pants and why are people shoving wooden poles up their bums? That must be a city thing."
[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +2
AC: 22 (20 without shield, 18 flat-footed, 12 Touch) +2AC Barkskin
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +3 CMD: 15 Fort: +5 Reflex: +4 Will: +7 (+8 vs. Fear)
+1 for all with Resistance
Resistance: 5 Cold, 5 Acid, 5 Electricity
Conditions if Effect: None

Current Weapon in Hand: Longspear
Javelins: 5/5 Remaining

Fire Bolt: 6/6 Remaining Channel Energy: 5/5 remaining
Deflection Aura: 1/1 remaining
Spells Remaining: Orisons: (Light, Resistance, Guidance, Detect Magic)
1st Level 4/4 (Shield of Faith, Doom, Bless, Burning Hands)
2nd Level 3/3 (Resist Energy, Bull's Strength, Barkskin) [/sblock]___________________________________________

Ariel Esimae

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Normally, Audra might be flustered by the naivete or shear gutsy choice to ignore what she had said. Instead, she just shakes her head.

How blind is the one who lives the sheltered life, who cannot see the world. How great the loss it is to one who lives only for the flag unfurled.

She levers herself from the barrel, watching Ariel walk away, mumbling to herself. She turns to the others, though her gaze lingers a moment on the other monk and Megan.

So, anyone else want a drink before heading to bed? I intend to have some of this whiskey Sal mentioned.

She turns and heads off in search of that drink. Once she has done with that, she will not nurse it long this night, she will find a quiet spot to meditate before bed, even if that means climbing upon and sitting upon a roof. Then, it's to sleep.

OOC: If anyone wants to speak to her, while she's drinking or while she's settling for meditation are best.

 

[jkason]

Saktouk Bekloric, half-orc monk

So, anyone else want a drink before heading to bed? I intend to have some of this whiskey Sal mentioned.

Saktouk, clearly unnerved by the heated exchanges this evening, shakes his head.

"Nay, I think I'd best to bed," he says, giving a nervous smile. "I'll meet you all in the morn."