Post by scottenkainen on Aug 4, 2015 22:30:22 GMT -6
Day 10/turn 3 for Caltaran:
Caltaran returned to the Inner Bailey and the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues -- and found it had extra guards out front. Some of them were not paladins, for Caltaran knew the five paladins who served the temple, but were ordinary soldiers of the Church's Army, the type who normally patrolled the city.
Caltaran sought out Prefect Gaizka Alamilla, who seemed ready for him. Caltaran reported on his moderate, initial success with a conversion. "You have done well with your training so far, and you will be summoned at once if this elf warrior appears for you. In the meanwhile...we have one more test for you. Heironeous, as you know, demands courage from his clerics. We have a test for that. Come with me..."
The two clerics took a concealed staircase into the catacombs beneath the temple. Caltaran had barely ever been down here. He had certainly never seen soldiers of the Church's Army stationed down here. "To keep the kobolds in that escape tunnel," Gaizka explained. "We should starve them out any day now."
They reached a small tunnel, little more than 7' in diameter. Though the main tunnel was lit by torches, this side tunnel seemed unnaturally dark.
"Something awaits you down that tunnel," Gaizka said. "You must go down that tunnel and face it, trusting only in Heironeous to protect you. Is that understood? Only your faith alone will shield you."
As Caltaran entered the tunnel, his eyes adjusted to the dark. Moments later, he saw it floating towards him -- some sort of spectral wraith!
Caltaran summons his strength and courage and says holding out his holy symbol " by the power granted to me by heironeous I banish thee back to the netherworld from which thee came from. I am not afraid of you and my faith is pure. I have suffered greatly the past couple of weeks and I will not fail again."
(Turn undead check)
Last Edit: Aug 5, 2015 0:25:23 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 5, 2015 8:55:10 GMT -6
Day 10/turn 4 for Caltaran:
...Caltaran came around sometime later, realizing he had blacked out when the ghost-like thing touched him. He was in the cloisters area of the temple, back upstairs, with Prefect Alamilla standing over him.
"Don't feel too badly for having failed, Caltaran," Gaizka said. "Up to this point, we have trained you on how to call on the gods to help you take action. Here, the test was to show the courage to take no action at all. Would you chance it again? Could you face that foe in the catacombs -- without flinching?"
Caltaran agreed to try it. They went down the same staircase to the catacombs, and that same tunnel. Caltaran went in alone -- and this time stood stockstill as the ghost approached him. It drew closer and closer, reaching out to touch him --
and then disappeared.
"Very good," Gaizka said from behind him. "Come back upstairs with me now."
They went to the chapel of Heironeous together. "We shall pray together," Gaizka said. "You know, I was once considered the 'rising star' of the Church, but with your meteoric ascension, I suspect you will surpass me in importance soon. I am not jealous, but I am curious as to what the gods are preparing you for. Perhaps Heironeous will favor us with some insight now..."
No insights came to them, only rude interruption. Ciro, the layman, came to fetch them. "Pardon me, sirs, but there is an elven lady here to see Caltaran."
It was Sidrifalas -- no longer clad in armor, but gorgeous in a lady's dress. "I have come for your benefit, Caltaran -- but also my own. A strange fate befell me many years ago and, perhaps, I was foolish to think the answers would come to me if I was only patient. I will pray to your gods for answers, if you will show me how."
And so Caltaran and Sidrifalas knelt in prayer in the nave of the temple and, when Caltaran stood, he noticed he was surrounded by priests.
"Congratulations," Prefect Alamilla said. "You are now a curate of the church."
((Caltaran, near the end of day 10, hits 4th level and is done training!))
Caltaran smiles and thanks all who have helped train him. He smiles at the elven maiden and helps try to reason out her visions. He also redefines what faith is and tells her that each priest here can tell her about each god in this cathedral and those chapels in the city. However it would have to be up to her to decide which path to follow. Sometimes she will decide by chance and sometimes the choice feels right. In the end though caltaran will always be there for her.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 6, 2015 12:20:17 GMT -6
Day 10/turn 5 for Caltaran:
Sidrifalas seemed confused when Caltaran said she had had visions. Other priests of the temple, like Bureau and Danilo, were more than happy to take Sidrifalas and show her around to the shrines of the temple, so nothing came of his faux-pas.
Caltaran was allowed ample time to rest and pray for new spells. By the time he was done, it was night. He was told to sleep and report to Marion Vivien Fulgencio Lefurgy, one of the high priests of the Temple!
Day 11/Turn 1 for Caltaran: In the morning, Caltaran was allowed to go upstairs -- long off-limits to him! -- to the quarters of the higher priests. Here, Caltaran was offered a bed in a cramped room he would share with three other curates and deacons.
"You may, of course, choose to stay in the city instead," he was told by fellow-curate Hector Martin. "Think about it, but go now. Lefurgy waits for you back downstairs in the library.
High Priest Marion Vivien Fulgencio Lefurgy was one of the old men of the Church ((played by D. W. Griffith at age 71)). Dedicated primarily to Rao, Lefurgy wore all-white robes.
"Come in, Caltaran," Lefurgy said. "Know that even we elders of the Church have been watching your meteoric rise with intense interest. We also know of your interest -- indeed, your personal stake in the Ryemend Dungeon. As you know, Rao is a peaceful god, and this is at times at odds with Heironeous' teachings. But I fear we will need your martial edge in the days to come.
"Caltaran, we have chosen you to head a second expedition into the Ryemend Dungeon. Defeat who you can, but our main goal is information: to find out who is in charge there, and if the Dracolisk is there. We would like you to take Semeragin Elizondo with you, who went on the first expedition, and encourage you to recruit the men from Greyhawk, Joaquim and Marcel, to your cause. Beyond that, we leave you to recruit who you can. Do you think you can assemble a team in one day?"
Caltaran says " I think the quarters will do. If I get some more money from adventuring I will then buy a house in the city. I have never been in this Ryemond dungeon. Exactly what was their? I thought that the dracolisk was spotted near Diego manor. As the records show that it may have resided there in the dungeon in this manor? However if my orders are to go to the Ryemond dungeon that I will assemble a group. I know Marcel and Joaquin and I remember where they are staying. Also a question last night as I was trying to find someone to convert I encountered a man who followed lolth. He also then tried to kill me? Who or what is lolth?
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Post by scottenkainen on Aug 8, 2015 10:25:52 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 2 for Marcel:
Marcel turned up at the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues with a sack-full of gold. This won him quick admittance into the presence of Arch-Deacon Adria Didac Ferrero, who met Marcel in the Chapel of Zilchus.
"Marcel," the Arch-Deacon said with great respect in his voice. "I understand you are the innovator responsible for our sponsorship of an Investigator's Guild here in the city. A marvelous idea, I am glad we are backing. Now, a quick prayer to Zilchus, and we can begin the business at hand."
One quick prayer later, Ferrero asked about Marcel's bag of gold. "Is this a fresh investment into the Investigator's Guild?"
Marcel paused a moment, trying to decide the best way to say that he had no idea about how any of this worked.
"My partner and I come from very humble beginnings, Arch-Deacon. We grew up in the poorest part of the Free City. Sadly, Zilchus has little presence there. As such, I lack the wisdom to know how best to utilize our new-found wealth. Fighting the cult has proven to be an unexpectedly profitable business. I come to you for guidance on how best to proceed."
"I have been unsure how successful my petition to found the Investigator's Guild would be. My experience at city hall was... bewildering. But, knowing of your support, my hopes are renewed. Perhaps I should use some of my coin to purchase a location for a guildhall?"
"Also, I have begun to think I should work with a weapons-trainer. I'm good enough with sword and shield, but all I know I taught myself. Now that I can afford it, proper training might be a good investment. For that matter, Joaquim has been expanding his wizardly skills of late. Perhaps some gold should be set aside for a bit of formal schooling for him. But, again, I have little experience with how much such services cost."
"I need the Church's counsel, Arch-Deacon, on all these matters. Indeed, there may be many other wise options for the use of coin that I am complete ignorant of. I implore you to enlighten me."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 10, 2015 9:07:00 GMT -6
Day 11/Turn 1a for Caltaran:
"I believe what was reported was that the dungeon was infested with goblins," the High Priest said.
"The Dracolisk was not spotted near Diego Manor...though it was heading more in that direction than Ryemend when it disappeared. We consider that inconclusive proof of where it went, and just want to be absolutely certain of where such a monster is hiding.
"It is very fortunate that you survived this encounter, for it could have well been with one of the higher-ups of the Cult of the Flaming Eye. Lolth is a particularly insidious demon queen, long associated with the Cult of the Flaming Eye. We knew their clerics drew at least some of their power from her."
Unless Caltaran had more questions for the high priest, he was free to plan how he would recruit for an expedition, or to meet with Semeragin.
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 10, 2015 10:17:37 GMT -6
Caltaran thanks the high priest for the advise. His next move is to meet with Semeragin. He asks where to find this man and will meet him for the first time. He does ask if he can get some sort of writ verifying caltaran's identity since Semer has met the doppleganger and not the real Caltaran. Depending on where Semeragin is located if the Bronze unicorn is on the way he can also try to recruit Joaquim and Marcel. Also he should find Ximo as having another magicuser around is never a bad idea.
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Post by scottenkainen on Aug 11, 2015 10:15:32 GMT -6
Day 10/Turn 2a for Marcel:
Arch-Deacon Lefurgey continued to advise Marcel. "As to your personal needs -- why not test to become a paladin? The entrance fee is just 100 gold and you would not only get the martial training you need, but you would know if you have what it takes to be a paladin of the church or not.
"As for the guild, I understood that your assets were 100 gold and my subordinate, Hector Martin's, enthusiastic support. This changes things immensely. With 400 gold, as an initial investment, I believe we could secure the permits, an actual building, and begin recruitment for your guild in two weeks' time."
Post by Ronny Serio on Aug 11, 2015 20:00:10 GMT -6
"A Paladin," Marcel said, dumbfounded. "I'd never dreamed of such a thing." It was true, he hadn't. But now! Now the dream was alive in him. He could feel it take root and grow. A Paladin. Yes, that sounded fantastic. A glorious knight, defending the week, punishing the cruel. Marcel had suddenly never wanted anything so much in his whole life.
"I'll do it, Arch-Deacon. Might be that the tests will find me lacking; gods know I've got a few dark spot in my past, but you show me the man who grows up in a slum that doesn't. But maybe, just maybe, this is what I'm meant for. Wouldn't that be something?"
Marcel was also splendidly pleased with the advice on investing in his guild. "Just tell me who I need to work it all out with, and I'll get to it at once."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 12, 2015 10:25:32 GMT -6
Day 11/Turn 1b for Caltaran:
Caltaran met Semeragin, who was waiting in the nave of the temple. Caltaran was immediately impressed with the man's presence and assumed at first he was a new paladin.
"Caltaran, it is an honor to meet the real you, sir," Semeragin said. "The situation with the doppelganger at Ryemend has already been explained to me. Now, how far do you have this expedition planned so far?"
Caltaran had to admit that he had not planned anything yet. He explained at length their need for stealth and information-gathering skills.
"I see. Then perhaps I can help by laying out our options for you. We need to decide how many people to bring. There are a lot of tunnels down there, between 5 and 10 feet wide, so bringing down a huge force is going to be useless. We need some strong front line fighters, some magic-users, perhaps an additional cleric, for magical support, and more fighters to guard our rear. I have also heard it said -- and I'm not sure if there is any truth in this -- but that thieves are particularly helpful in dungeons. I cannot imagine how that can be so, but dungeons are unusual places. Perhaps a little chaos is actually a good thing down there.
"I should be able to recruit the fighting men we need, once I know how many," Semer said. "Can you do the rest?"
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 12, 2015 10:36:02 GMT -6
Caltaran says, " i know of two magic-users Joaquim and Ximo and also the fighter Marcel. I have heard they were in the first expedition. I met another cleric of saint cuthbert named Ramon and also met a Rhennee adventurer by the named of Sergi. Other then that I am not sure who to ask. I am planning on going to the Bronze unicorn to see of Joaquim and Marcel are there. Tell you what instead of splitting up since we are both doing recruiting lets meet each candidate together. This way we can gauge our new ally strength, experience and also know more about them. Also another warrior named Tain can be useful too. So Semer lets go recruit"
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 12, 2015 13:32:21 GMT -6
Day 12/turn 1 for Ramon, (Koldo):
With the dawn of a new day, Ramon rose early and woke Koldo as well. By now, the gates to the inner bailey should be opening up again and Ramon did not wish to delay reporting to his superiors a moment longer.
“I do not have much pull with my former comrades-in-arms, as we saw last night,” Koldo said as they walked, “but I will try to report to the highest authority I can reach at the castle about what we know.”
Ramon expected an easier time at the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues. The temple was untouched by the recent attack – but in front of the temple stood new statues that looked up, permanently terrified. A little wooden fence had been erected around them, with flowers laid out all around them.
With this sobering proof of the attack reported to him fresh in his mind, Ramon wanted to race inside to find one the priests, but was stopped at the entrance by Nidia Flores, the only female paladin who served the temple.
“Stand right there a moment,” she said sternly. Her obvious concentration convinced Ramon that she was divining any evil about him. “We have had problems with imposters, Ramon, and you have been gone so long we thought you might be dead. Go in, and may Heironeous protect you.”
Ramon next found Father Bureau in the nave of the temple. Bureau was pleased to see Ramon and hugged him.
“You are a welcome sight, Ramon!” Bureau said. “It has been 8 days since anyone last saw you. How much do you know of what has transpired here, and how much need I still impart to bring you up to speed?”
Ramon accepted the scrutiny by Nidia with his usual calm equanimity. Then was glad to meet Father Bureau.
"I am glad to have returned, Father. I came back as quickly as I could, once I learned of the attack on the city. I have only learned that the attack was some sort of dragon with powers that I did not know a dragon could possess. I do not know how this attack fits into the Cult's activities nor do I know what the Church is doing in response. I place myself at the disposal of the Church to assist as best I am able."
Ramon held back his own news, it only seemed polite to let the older man tell his story. When the time came Ramon would report on the successful journey into the Tor Fens, his own preparedness to train, and his encounter with the dragon. But for now he would listen and learn as much as he could of events in his long absence.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 13, 2015 15:25:36 GMT -6
Day 10/Turns 3-5 for Marcel:
"Excellent! Just leave your gold with me and I will make arrangements for Peio Elizondo, our best paladin, to train you. If you would wait for him out in the bailey, it might be awhile before he is ready for you..."
An hour later and 500 gold poorer (having left the down payment on the guild as well), Marcel was still waiting out in the bailey. He wished he could have left and gone to look for Trazen or Joaquim to talk to and kill the time, but there was always the chance that he was being made to wait as some sort of test, like of his patience. He was just starting to wonder if the Zilchite had simply pocketed his money and forgotten about him when Peio arrived.
Marcel had seen this man before while coming and going from the temple, but seldom with his helmet off. Peio was one of those men who was almost painfully handsome, with a dashing air about him. So charismatic was his presence that, because Peio did not look happy, that bothered Marcel.
"No one told me you were without armor," Peio said. He started to strip off his own. "I plan to test your swordsmanship with some sparring, but it won't be equal if I am in armor and you are not. Could you help me with the laces in back?"
When they were done, Peio stood before Marcel in the quilted gambeson one normally wore as padding under armor. "Please draw your sword now," Peio instructed. "It is not an enchanted blade, I trust? That would throw off my evaluation as well. I would like you to attack me. Flat of the blade preferably."
And they began sparring. They circled and parried and retorted and dodged and slashed and thrust for a solid hour, until Marcel's arm was sore.
"Very good, very good indeed," Peio said at last. "You are a true swordsman, but looking to become a hero. I might be able to help you. Come. Carry my armor for me, would you? We will go back inside, get you some water to drink, and then see how many different prayers to Heironeous you know."
Marcel did as he was told, but had to confess that he had little religious experience and knew no proper prayers.
"That's alright. Let's see how good you are at memorizing some."
They stopped for water in the temple's chapter house -- the temple was starting to feel like a second home! -- then they were off to the shrine of Heironeous. En route, Marcel was already learning his first prayers.
"Now you make one," Peio said later. "How would you word a prayer to Heironeous to guide your sword, in a battle with savage bandits holding a fair maiden hostage?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Aug 17, 2015 14:02:59 GMT -6
"Well," Marcel said, pausing a moment to consider the question. He doubted Peio would care for his answer, but it was probably best not to lie in an interview to become one of the gods' chosen warriors. "I don't think I would take the time to say a prayer. I'd just act. Heironeous wouldn't need any fancy words from me to know if he considered my actions righteous enough to lend me his aid."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 18, 2015 11:02:37 GMT -6
Day 12/turn 2-3 for Ramon:
Father Bureau led Ramon to the small vestry room. "Not that I am about to tell you anything confidential, but because the memory of it is still raw and some of the more sensitive members of our order are having trouble dealing with it," he quietly explained.
Bureau painted a colorful picture of the day, three days ago. All of the clergy had hoped for a rousing, inspiring show for two reasons -- one to inspire the common folk not to become discouraged by recent, troubling events, and, two, to put on a best face for visiting dignitaries from around the viscounty. Knights and lords and barons had been summoned in for a secret meeting with the Viscount himself later that day, so secret that even the Temple was only informed a "day or two" in advance. And it had, to everyone's credit, been a remarkable event even before parishioners began leaving the temple for the bailey grounds -- and were attacked.
"The beast was known as the Dracolisk, some horrible combination of black dragon and basilisk, and you might have recognized some of our beloved parishioners, forever turned to stone out in front of our temple doors. Those who averted their gaze in time were still doomed, for it spit acid on many others and even repelled a charge of knights from the castle with its terrible advantages. The clerics, even the visiting knights, had been trapped inside on the other side of the throng of parishioners leaving services. Only a concentrated effort by the Viscount's bowmen drove the creature away."
But Ramon was already growing restless from hearing all these surface details yet again. He had heard much of this from lowly men-at-arms on patrol in the city already, and told Bureau so. What of the behind-the-scenes part of the story? What of the report that magic-users from the Silver Consortium had been on hand to attack the Dracolisk? How did they know to be there? How had the meeting gone with the Viscount, and on what subject?
Bureau rebuked Ramon at once. "Know your place, acolyte," Bureau said. "There is much that goes on in this city that one of your rank need not concern yourself with."
But Bureau had no idea how Ramon had been changed by his last eight days of adventure. Ramon shot back, with a voice that scarcely seemed his own: "I have been to the underworld and back. I have faced down a dragon and came away unharmed. I have wielded priestly powers, and am ready to wield more. No lowly acolyte am I. I must train to become a curate of this temple."
Perhaps Ramon expected more dismissive attitude from his former superior, but instead Bureau reacted with astonishment. "Another one!" he cried. "Come -- we must tell others!"
They were lucky enough to encounter Archdeacon Martin just walking through the south east-west hallway and Bureau told him what Ramon had just said. "I believe we have another one," Bureau added. "A second acolyte within days to be ready to train in record time!"
"Our gods must have great need of new champions," Martin said. "Ramon, there are tests you can undergo, as Caltaran just did, to become a curate of your order. Imagine, new champions of Heironeous and Cuthbert both! But, there is the matter of tithes and..."
Instead of listening further, Ramon walked away to the chapel of Cuthbert, with both men following. And they observed as Ramon dumped a sack full of platinum pieces onto the floor of the chapel.
"More than enough to pay for training!" Martin said, astonished. "What, what will you do with it all?"
Ramon's impatience had gotten the better of him. He would atone for it as soon as practical. But in this moment he knew it was time for him to take action, to rise to the task of protecting Verbobonc and its people.
He answered Martin, "Pay for my training. Arm myself for the battle against the servants of evil. Whatever is left I will consider with Zilchus' council. In the meantime, the time has come, I believe, for me to learn more of our faith's plans to deal with the Cult. I and my companions have succeeded in quashing one plot of theirs. I have learned of several more. These practical matters," Ramon gestured to his pile of coins. "Will sort themselves out."
As the other clerics considered what to do and to whom he should speak at this time, Ramon gestured Koldo over from where the soldier had watched, amazed. "Report to your superiors, my friend. I don't know if these priests are going to react well to I have done. But if you are willing I plan to take you into my service. Tell me, have these days adventuring elevated your skills at all?"
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 19, 2015 11:53:05 GMT -6
Day 10/Turns 6 for Marcel:
"Actually, the gods like to hear they are appreciated as much as anyone," Marcel was quietly contradicted. "They are all-powerful, but still living beings. Sometimes you may have to placate them from some offense -- perhaps unintentionally from you, or the gods might even be angry at someone else entirely. Here are some useful, placating prayers to remember." And he taught Marcel three of them over the next hour.
"I sense you do not fully trust the gods. You would trust to your own skill, for you do not know if you can always count on the gods to provide you with the skill you need. Come, let us give your skill another test."
Peio led Marcel out the back of the temple, through the garden, and north to the castle. Here was an archery range, where a squad of the Viscount's men practiced. Peio merely had to speak to someone and he relinquished his target for Marcel's use.
"Have your bow ready. Take a shot at 20 yards," Peio said. Marcel hit the target, 3 rings in from the outside. Then Peio blindfolded Marcel. "Do your best to keep hitting the target."
Marcel kept missing the target.
"Now...instead of trying your best, ask Cuthbert to grant you the wisdom to know where the bulls-eye is."
Marcel practiced at this for the next hour. It was halfway through the afternoon of his first day of training. He never hit the bulls-eye, but he did hit the target half the time, and once closer than he had when he was not blindfolded.
"So, what do you think of that lesson?" Peio asked.
Marcel had the impression that he was building up muscle memory each time he fired and was relying on that instead of sight...but was unsure if that was the answer Peio wanted.
Post by Ronny Serio on Aug 20, 2015 0:40:58 GMT -6
Marcel took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. It was a wonderful dream. Brief and fierce, but wonderful. Still, just a dream. These lessons with Peio had made that plain.
"I'm afraid it is as you've already guessed my friend," Marcel said. "My faith has been placed fully in myself. In myself and in my friends. A consequence of my early years, no doubt. I'm no stranger to begging a god for help when I'm in a tight spot, but I don't feel it in my heart, not like I think you do. I'm a passable fighter, and I'll do my best to do what's right, but I just don't think I've got the divine in me."
"I'd like to stick with you a few more days, keep up the weapons training, if you'll have me. Heck, maybe you'll prove me wrong and make a Paladin out of me yet."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 20, 2015 9:51:06 GMT -6
Day 11/Turn 6 for Caltaran:
Caltaran was screened by a paladin when he returned to the temple! "I am sorry," Nidia apologized, "but are new instructions are to check everyone for evil."
Cleared, Caltaran went inside and rounded up the curates. That consisted of only two others -- Hector Martin, who represented Cuthbert (a dark-skinned man of 50 years), and Vespasien Ferrero, who represented Zilchus (and was the "younger" brother of Archdeacon Adria Ferrero despite being 63). Caltaran, age 19, calling them to order was like a boy bossing his grandparents around. Yet they understood the nature of his rapid ascension enough to respect the call.
"You wish to give acolytes fighting experience?" Hector said. "You do not feel the dungeon may be too dangerous for them?"
"How else will they gain experience? Weeding the garden?" Vespasien asked sarcastically. "How many do you need? I am sure we can cull some good ones."
Caltaran was almost impatient to see this meeting end. While he was waiting for them to show up, he heard that Marcel was here -- training to become a paladin!
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 20, 2015 10:23:58 GMT -6
Caltaran suggests to the two men "let's go ahead and get two more acolytes, you both have better judgement then me as to who is ready. Obviously if there is an adept even better. I am planning in gathering the mission group at the bronze unicorn at dinner time. There I will discuss the mission plan. My associate semer is interviewing others. I heard that the warrior Marcel is training to become a paladin. He was on the first run into the dungeon. I want to see how his training is going. By chance I also met a cleric of saint Cuthbert by the name of Ramon. Have you seen him? He seemed to have the good qualities of a fine adventurer. "
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2015 10:31:23 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 20, 2015 11:08:14 GMT -6
Day 12, turn 4 for Ramon:
"I'm not sure if I need any special training or not," Koldo had told Ramon, "but I do feel like I'm a true swordsman now, and not just the veteran or warrior I was."
"Training, of course!" Hector said. "We should see Archdeacon Ferrero right away, to see if he can tend to your training."
They found the aged Archdeacon in the chapel of Cuthbert. "I felt I would be needed here for something important today," Adria Ferrero said.
Hector explained, with some excitement, about how Ramon was the second "near-instantaneous ascendance of an acolyte within days!"
"Ramon," Ferrero said calmly, "you understand that you will be increasingly responsible for the welfare of this Church and its worshipers, as you rise in rank? This is no modest promotion you seek."
When Ramon answered in the affirmative, Ferrero stepped right up in front of Ramon, looked closely in his eyes, and touched his face, like a doctor examining a patient. "I wonder what special destiny, or doom, the gods have in store for you? We must comply with their wishes, of course. Remain here and pray for guidance in your training. I will return in one hour."
No guidance came, but Ferrero did return, with a flagellant's board. "We must purify your body," he explained. "Now prepare to repent any sins you have."
Much whacking followed, which was awfully painfully...
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 21, 2015 11:30:36 GMT -6
Day 10/Turns 7 for Marcel:
Peio did not seem upset. "You show the wisdom that comes from self-awareness. None of what you have said means you will never be a paladin, but perhaps you are just not ready yet. Nonetheless, you have paid for training and will receive it.
They went back inside and to the catacombs, where an unusual suit of platemail armor was waiting -- it was weighted down with at least 20 lbs. of additional plates!
"We're going to push your endurance and test your ability to fight while encumbered wearing this gear. Also, do you have a steed of your own you would like to use? Tomorrow we begin mounted combat."
The armor was awfully cumbersome, but Marcel donned it with help. Then he had to go back outside and run laps around the inner bailey! It might have been embarrassing, except that the soldiers at the castle hooted and encouraged him as he passed by. Some ran out and kept pace with him on his next lap. On this third lap, two troublemakers who must have understood with he was wearing such heavy armor for decided to try to jump on his back! One made it, and tried to hang on while Marcel ran.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 24, 2015 11:33:25 GMT -6
Day 11/Turn 7 for Caltaran:
"Ramon has not been heard from in a week," Caltaran was told. "We are hopeful he will return to us from his quest safely."
Before Caltaran was allowed to interrupt Marcel's training, he was told to interview two clerics who were considered viable candidates for adventuring.
The first was a plain-looking woman of 23 years named Ricarda. She was an acolyte. "I have my own armor and a mace, and I know how to use the mace," she said. "I have been trained to turn the undead. It would be my honor to watch your back in a dungeon, Curate Nesmith."
The second was a homely woman of 37 years named Laetitia Rios. She was an adept. "I have some real adventuring experience from patrolling the edge of the Gnarley Forest and facing orc raiders. That was...three years ago. I was also once helpful, in a supporting capacity, in a battle with river pirates. In fact, I turned down the chance to be a subdeacon in order to stay in the adventure path of the temple hierarchy. I have never wanted to see the inside of a dungeon before, but I understand the importance of this mission and would be pleased to accompany you, in whatever capacity you need me, or however Delleb, Cuthbert, or Heironeous guide me."