[center][hr][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/Djqq8uCfXzGvyJpXz][b][color=7FFF00]Kethan the Librarian[/color][/b][/url][hr][color=7FFF00]Mention: [@JaceBeleren] | [@JBRam2002] | [@VKAllen] | [@Medjedovic] | [@Cardamonelaw] | [@rush99999] | [@The Mighty Hero] [/color][hr][/center]

Fools. The lot of them. Rushing into battle headfirst, without a proper plan. One cannot successfully execute a coup in one throw of the dice. Not at least without some divine intervention. And though he was old, Kethan was still able to keep up, more or less, with use of his staff to aid his amble. The four warriors, archer and sneakthief, with a wizard and an old clergyman, this was some sort of jest was it not? Haste was a folly here, but the Elvens, a high ranger and half warrior or at least one by the latter's appearance, were correct. Time was indeed of the essence, and despite Kethan's hope muttered to his younger companion, he knew they would sooner or later brave the downpour. If indeed there was an informant within their midst, the Mayor would be prepared for this uprising. And Kethan would prefer a bloodless trial, a confession of truth freely testified was better than a forced interrogation.

He was a priest, of sorts, Gilean was a neutral god, a Patron of knowledge, but cared not what one does with the information with respect to morals. It was the balance of forces that kept both sides at bay, neither good nor evil, chaos nor law in dominance over each other. Knowledge which equalized all things, and retuned the cosmic scales. Though Kethan, preferred lawfulness and order, being a librarian and having all the volumes of lore to sieve through, catalogues of ages of learning, it was better to create a system which brings logic to the mess. It was rules and laws after all, which kept society together, the civilities of intellect, take it away from a man, and you are left with a wild beast. With little offence towards the large goliath within their group, Kethan found the plans to simply charge and barge, hacking and slashing all oppositions barbaric in nature. A moral dilemma not of good and evil, but rather of upholding the standards of society's laws and due process. Sometimes this was the only way however, and Ms. Imlotel had volunteered them by her good nature. 

Thus forth did the disappointed elder shake his head after the declarations made, he had hoped they would spare a moment to access the assets within their rag tag group. The strengths, skills, and spells they had at their group's disposal, but perhaps it is better in some aspect that they did not have formal greetings, lest this poorly hashed plan fail and names were named. At least by appearances alone, they had four capable melee fighters, someone with a bow, Ms. Imlotel can provide some spells, and if they were too hurt, a few words of healing should mend wounds. But there was one amongst them Kethan was displeased of being thrown in a lot with. A thief, and one proud of being one it seemed with his feat of non-magical legerdemain. Someone to keep a keen eye on one that even years in a library finding obscure books in piles and piles of other books must actively keep in mind. To stay ahead of a pickpocket, better be behind him, rather than ahead.

It was also perhaps his age which made staying behind the majority of the group easier. And by the time the cleric of Gilean had reached the Cliffside manor, those fools had realized two things, the proverb uttered by Kethan was quite accurate, and there was a gated wall to get around before heroically storming the Mayor's estate. The leader of the group look absolutely lost, like a sheep that absent-mindedly wandered off from drier fields. Drenching his robes in rain, as Kethan's shoes and walking stick struck the muddied ground. A stern grandfather's look across his visage, one that was both disappointed in the youngster's rash actions which dragged these old bones out here in the rain.

[color=7FFF00]"I told you, fools."[/color] An aside to Ms. Imlotel, as the cleric's eyes scanned the wall before them for footholds or anything that would make an attempt to scale the walls far easier in the rain. But smooth stone walls slick with water, even with a rope would be difficult, not that Kethan's knees could do what these others could, far less springy and stiffened with age and prayer. Yet what the librarian lacked in youth and vigor, he made up in experience, something he could demonstrate to these overeager and overthinking people. Their elven bow-woman already formulating a plan to get past the impasse before them, planning to scale the walls herself. And with a knowing chuckle, Kethan had already come up with a far simpler solution for their problem.

[color=7FFF00]"Knowledge opens many doors."[/color] A single utterance, before the wrought iron gates flung themselves apart. Invisible hands, pulling against the metal, opening up as Kethan approached, walking through as a prophet parting the seas. The challenge of the great walls and gate seemingly impressively defeated by a mystical intervention, or rather a divine one given Kethan's profession. Yet what Kethan surmised, and thus used his trick, was that the gate was unlocked, no guards were posted on the outside as sharp eyes noted, thus there was no sentry to man the gates or message those on the other side to unlock the gates. Step, step, staff, step, step, staff, the rhythm of his cadence. Without turning back to see who followed into the unknown, the tortoise overtaking the hare, the last to arrive, but the first to set the terms, [color=7FFF00]"I prefer a bloodless visit to find truth, please keep the bloodshed to a minimum. I am not prepared to bring any fool back from the dead, but my younger company may wish to do so..."[/color]

[hider=Mechanics]Kethan takes passive Perception 23, then uses Cantrip: Thaumaturgy.[/hider]