Cu Chulainn

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

Ahrem Grenstone

Knight of the Black Sword

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Haven

@dndragons

”... Perhaps I can ask one of the Watch men about what they know. Maybe I could put the magic of this curse at use, for once...” Ahrem had said, to himself, once again, pondering how he should go along with this. He would have stood here for as long as an hour if his trance wasn’t broken by a tap on a shoulder and a soft call for attention. Turning around slowly, he found himself face-to-face with a hooded girl, and a rather good-looking one at that. As she spoke about offering aid as well as her surface feelings, Ahrem could not help but stare at her face, mostly not out of attraction, but mainly of curiosity. Indeed, the more he looked at her, the more he noticed some sort of... ethereal nature to her beauty. Could she be a Half-Elf? He has met only a few in his life, but they were obvious enough with their slightly pointed ears.

It was only until half a minute after she finished speaking that Ahrem noticed he was doing nothing but stare. Well, at least his eyes didn’t seem to be wandering. Clearing his throat and fixing his posture, Aheem nodded, in agreement.

”Indeed. The mere thought of a family losing a daughter, sister, or mother is something that doesn’t sit well, with me, either, especially in these tumultuous times.” Ahrem began, crossing his arms and resting his chin on his hand, thinking once again before speaking. ”Yes, I could use the assistance in solving this case. While I’ve a trained eye for details, I have only just recently taken up the sword. If this were a large conspiracy, especially, it may be dangerous to pursue this, alone... Although, might I ask, what skills have you to offer?” Ahrem asked. After a few seconds of waiting for a response, Ahrem realized another social gaff he has made. Sighing, he went on to correct himself.

”My apologies, that was rude of me. I know not of your name, yet I sound like I’m the superior. My name is Ahrem...” the young man had began, before a small but noticable hint of a smile began to manifest on his face. ”... Grenstone.” So that’s what it feels like to have a last name... ”I hope we’ll be able to work well together in solving this case, miss...?” He asked before extending a hand, to shake.

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

Ahrem of Haven

Knight of the Black Sword

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Haven

Ahrem marched down the streets, hooded once again with a new purpose. He didn’t express it as much, earlier, but now that he is outside the Library, he realized how overjoyed he was about the news. The High Wizard, himself, granting him a Scroll of Pedigree. He almost felt the need to start hopping and skipping over to the notice boards, with a wide smile on his face, as he sang ballads of how joyous this day is.

But alas, ever the stoic, Ahrem only stuck with a slight smile on his face. He still needed to prove that he was of noble character, and he didn’t need to make a fool of himself howling and hopping in the middle of the streets like a crazed toad. And for him, the day wasn’t quite over, yet.

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Ahrem stood in front of the notice boards, eying the different quests available. The City Watch was, as always, looking for new recruits. Given how his curse has mystically instilled upon him martial abilities he had not known before as well as a means to overcome his lack of physical prowess, he would have actually considered enlisting if not for the fact that it would be a long-term obligation. And besides, he came here to find something notable for him to be recognized, not devote his life to being a beat cop.

As his eyes continued to scan the board, he almost yawned at some of these requests. Rats? No noble would be caught dead dealing with rats! That might define his character in a different way. And the brigands? That felt like absolute suicide to him, at this time, walking into the middle of a bandit’s camp with his current set of expertise. Not even his strongest spell could take on an organized group in their own turf. That leaves only one option.

Missing persons. Ahrem overlooked it at first, but after giving it a second read, he realized how perfect this was for him. One of the missing persons listed was a noblewoman. This would definitely net him some form of patronage, if he is able to provide significant aid in solving it. His years spent in the library finding any obscure information about his curse has also done much good to his sleuthing skills, so he’ll be able to provide a fair amount of assistance. And most of all, this case hits Ahrem close to home. He’s lived with his mother most of his life and he still tries his best to provide for her, so the thought of her, so the thought of a child having their mother snatched away in the shadows of the darkest city streets did not sit well with Ahrem.

”... Missing women, huh? I suppose I could start by narrowing down where these women were last seen.”

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Pennydumb123

19 -- Mirdas
18 -- Signod
17 —- Shaedra
17 —- Bandits
13 —- Jamil
10 —- Bandit Captain
9 -- Bobbin
6 -- Safira Gerrus
4 -- Boram
1 -- Jacoby

On the 0th OOC post

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Buffing and defending. This is the Palafin way.

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Sir Mirdas Jaaranth, The Scaled

First of Fin

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@Guardian Angel Haruki@Pennydumb123@The Harbinger of Ferocity@ihinka@JBRam2002@0 Azzy 0

”Oh, f'r the love of-!” Mirdas exclaimed as he heard the many bandits approaching, shouting a series of... splashing noises, fish glubbing, and dolphin squeaks, likely cursing in Aquan.

”Very well, then! Steel thyselves, good gents! Persana, with thine Conch and Trident, grant these lads their fortune heightened!”

Raising his shelled shield as a divine glow surrounded the symbol emblazoned upon it, Mirdas’s last statement seemed to be a prayer seeping with godly power. The glow on his shield intensified for just a moment, before flying in three beams towards Jacoby, Bobbin, and Boram, resulting in faint, blue light surrounding them; a blessing of Persana, himself.

”Cover mine own flank!” Mirdas continued to the three that he had just blessed, before interposing himself between a line of bandits and the two other travelers who are tying their captive up. Giving them a quick sideways glance and a nod, Mirdas turned towards the brigands with a determined look in his face.

Effects

Mirdas Jaaranth
HP: 25/25
1st Level Spell Slots: 2/3

Mirdas casts Bless on Jacoby, Bobbin, and Boram using a 1st level spell slot.

Mirdas then moves in a matter where he stands between Safira and Shaedra, and line of bandits, so that if the bandits from the side he is facing decide to rush the duo while they tie their captured man to the tree, Mirdas would be able to make an Opportunity Attack against one.

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@Pennydumb123@JBRam2002@rush99999

Here's what Bless does, to give you some good tactics in mind while I finish my post!

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@Guardian Angel Haruki

So long as it discourages a few bandits from sliding into their DMs, then Mirdas is pleased.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki

Is it possible for Mirdas to position himself in a way where if any of the bandits from one direction were to go after Shaedra and Safira, they would have to pass Mirdas's square and provoke an Opportunity Attack?

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@Guardian Angel Haruki

Disregarding the two who are tying the bandit up, who are the three closest figures to Mirdas? My action will involve casting Bless on those three individuals, so they could have the advantage at opening damage.

[D&D 5e] Shadow World ~ A West Marches Campaign

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