Seros Animus
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~ The flow of life from Fhanna's hands caused Seros to stir from his sleep, indigo eyes opening slowly to gaze upon the woman above him. Already he could feel the magic coursing through his body, ethereal bandages restoring his physical fortitude to the point of shocking the Rornishman from slumber to wide-awake as the pain of yesterday subsided into nothing.
" Good Morning ..!" Seros grinned, sitting up quickly and stealing a quick kiss from the Shaman before springing up to his feet and stretching out,
" Dunno what's in that touch of yours but Saints Alive, I feel better!"
The aasimar could already see the color returning to his skin, flexing his fingers and then curling them tight in enjoyment of the revival of his strength. Though the memory of Caius's sacrifice still weighed upon him heavily, Seros would take whatever fortunes the party received at this point:
not feeling like he was dying was certainly counted amongst that.
The swordsman made his way over to the fire, picking up two tankards and pouring coffee into them, breathing the steam in deep.
" I think this stuff is growing on me," he admitted, giving a small salute to Drayvin,
" Thank you! Much obliged, odyn."
He passed one of the mugs to Fhanna, moving to the wagon and taking a long drink of bitter liquid before placing the cup on the seat of the coach. Seros grabbed his scabbard and moved to a nearby rock, settling himself down and carefully drawing the blade. The Inquisitor sighed upon spying the damage he had done to the sword: it was still covered in sap and tree pulp, dulled and even chipped it certain spots.
Swearing under his breath, Seros procured a cloth, his waterskin, and some oil to begin cleaning what was essentially a holy artifact to his people. Throughout the maintenance, he spoke to his new friends.
" Luckily we're almost home. Pretty sure we all deserve a drink back at the Dunn Wright among other things. Didn't get much of a chance to explore Venza when I arrived either, before being met by that Halfling Prince there and heading out to find you folks."
He paused. Frowned slightly.
" Do you think Prince Francis John would know who to reach out to ..? About Caius, that is ..?" ~[/section]
[sblock=Seros's Stats]
Character Sheet
HP: 14/18
Condition: Eager to be heading home
Initiative: +5
Perception: +9
[sblock=Defenses and Offenses]
AC: 17
Flat: 14
Touch: 13
Fort: 4
Reflex: 2
Will: 6
In Hand: Longsword and Cleaning Materials
Longsword (Two-Hands): +4, 1d8+4, 19-20/x2
Sling: +3 1d4+3, 20/x2, 50. ft.
Bullets: 20/20[/sblock]
[sblock=Spellcasting and Abilities]
Orisons: Unlimited
Create Water
Detect Magic
Disrupt Undead
Guidance
Read Magic
Level 1: 3/Day
Bless
Divine Favor
Lend Judgment
Other daily abilities:
Judgment: 1/1 Remaining
Daylight: 1/1 Remaining[/sblock]
[sblock=Adventure Notes]
Transactions:
Total Coin: 20.51 GP
Game Info:
- We delivered the most successful Roughy River Run ever. Halflings must love us.
- Fhanna is a feisty dwarf.
- Caius gave his life to save the party from certain death.[/sblock][/sblock]