Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 3

Log Info

• Title: Renew the Pact: Ecclesia, part 3
• Emitter: Cryosanthia
• Characters: Aryia, Jozi, Rigby
• Place: Ecclesia, Myrddion
• Time: Friday, May 07, 2021, 2:02 PM
• Summary:

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-  Appearing  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Aimarra      5'1"     128 Lb     Half-Elf          Female    Brown hair and eyes, breastplate, leathers, pointed ears.
Aryia        4'8"     110 Lb     Shadow Elf        Female    A heavily scarred mul with a lost look about her.
Jozi         5'8"     148 Lb     Half-Orc          Female    A brunette half-orcess with a sunny disposition.
Rigby        5'10"    170 Lb     Human             Male      Ponytailed Acanian with curled moustache and pointed beard.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-  As the GM  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia  6'9"     291 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
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The Lost Library of Ecclesia.

A few moments ago it contained a deadly struggle. Now, silence has returned to the library. Mostly silence, there is some noise as the Lamia Librarian slithers around in the western room, showing things to Rigby and Aimarra. The half-elf has her attention occupied by a non-descript book. The Librarian has pulled a scroll out of a basket and shows it to the Airshipman. It's not a tome, but it has the strange Skull&Spine signature along the leading edge.

Across the room, Ms Hissy is showing a book to Jozi and Aimarra, and has written something and showed it to Aryia. She spoke them also, neither were comprehansible. "Tome. Is. Cursed. Knowledge. Present!" <sildanyari>

The book is still enthusiastically thrust towards Aryia and Jozi for either to take. Ms Hissy's serpentine expressions are hard to read, but it seems she's happy to give it away.

Rigby gives the scroll a cursory examination when it's handed over- though he knows better to unfurl random scrolls given to him by a lamia in an underground library. He takes off his pack, setting it on the ground, and takes it when it's offered to put it into the pack. Not what they were after, but it has the same icon, and so it might be worth something to their gnomish employer. "Thanks." he offers, along with a winsome smile at the Librarian- which might work better on her than the one he shot.

With the scroll tucked away, he slings his pack back over his shoulder, and glances back out of the library. "I suppose I had better see what my companions are doing." he says, still talking despite the lack of understanding. He does emphasize his words by gesturing towards the door before he heads out. Once outside of the library, he'll make his way over to his rifle to sling it over his other shoulder, on his way to regroup with the rest of them in the living quaters. "Any luck?" he calls out to them.

Aryia scratches her head at the writing, not comprehending it at all. Really her main concern was her side that was throbbing in a dull pain. She herself scribbles down something and shows to the party.

"They say book is currsd," it reads as Rigby approaches.

Rigby for his part just has the cut on his forarm where he took an arrow- it's bled a fair bit, staining his shirt, but seems to have settled- and he doesn't seem to register it particularly as he leans in to read Aryia's scribbles. "Well, best not open it, then. Sounds like a problem for our employer." he comments then. A pause, "I wonder if we ought carry it in a sack or the like. Just in-case." he adds then.

The shadow elf looks to mul naga, then herself before taking a singular step away from the offered book. She gives a thumbs up at the idea, taking off her tattered cloak and offering it to whoever wants to touch the book.

The floor is an old Mosaic, worn and missing in several places. It is not dusty, it is somewhat clean. Maintained, if only rarely.

For her part, Jozi seems somewhat skeptical, but she fiddles with her pack for a moment, and holds it open for Hs Missy to set it on in there. "Thanks, luv." Hmm...

"Yeah, that makes sense." she notes in return to Rigby, "Wonder if it's the curse done them up like this?"

The Archer, the one who was shot by Rigby, appears to be treating herself by having a large glass of wine. She's reclining in one of the chairs, draped all around it. Her weapons and mask are nearby, but she seems to be settling into a sulk. She stares unblinking at Ms Hissy and 'the guests'.

The Librarian has remained in the western room with Aimarra.

Miss Hissy sets the book into Jozi's pack, then moves a half-slither back. She takes the medusa mask from her waist and taps it, then points at one of the rough statues around the library, and makes a speaking motion with her hand followed by a wave at the general beyond of this area. It's followed by some hissing, "Tell them there are Medusaes down here. You can go now." <mynsandraal>

Aryia looks like she has questions for the Ms Hissy, following up from Jozi. But she bites her lip and grinds her foot into the ground, frustrated at hereself.

"Well spit it out then. Figuratively speaking." Rigby asides to Aryia while he watches the book being deposited into Jozi's pack. Seems like she's volounteered for cursed book hauling duty, which sits just fine with him. "I'd say we're about done, here, then. Wouldn't you?" he wonders, glancing between his companions. "No hard feelings, I hope." he calls over towards the Archer. Unless his companions or the lamia protest, he'll begin making his way back towards the steps to begin readying the boat.

Jozi nods watching Hissy draw back before she straightens up. She spends a moment wiggling her toes... for... reasons... then shoulders the pack once more. She looks to Aryia as Rigby comments in her direction and she shrugs, "What's up, sugar?" There's a look at the statuary, then, and another look to the mask.

Aryia cuts a glare at Rigby. She mouths something to herself as she writes to Jozi exclusively. "I cant write syl dan yare. Can speak. But..." she she gestures to herself.

The Archer watches Rigby, he seems to have most of her attention. She'll look at Jozi and Aryia occasionally, but her gaze follows the airshipman as he moves around. She makes a wave, of sorts, when he gets to the boat and starts readying it. A gesture that is part salute but mostly dismissive. No other response.

Ms Hissy ends up staring at Jozi's toes, until they stop. She leans a little to see what Aryia has written, nods slowly. She writes some more on the paper she was using earlier, pronoucing a word each time. What she says doesn't really align with what she writes. "Read. Not. Stay. Not. Go. Swim. Not." <mynsandraal>

Although it is one for one, and she makes a head-shake motion often. "Read. Not. Stay. Not. Go. Swim. Not." <sildanyari>

She slithers over to the statue and taps it with her mask, then points at the boat.

Aryia is quick to write down what she can understand to the others.

"She say we cant staye. Dont swym or read the book. May be turn in to statuw," it says, letting those nearby read it before she closes the book and gives a parting wave to Ms Hissy. Before she goes, however, she points to the page that Ms Hissy had been writing on, points to herself, and then holds out a hand for it with her head tilted to the side. Turned to leave, but presumebly asking for the foreign language that keeps being written to her.

Jozi seems a little uncertain of things and looks to Aryia, then, leans in to see if she can make out anything that was written. Hmmm. She nods with a wan smile to the Mul and the snake woman, "Alright, let's get this done." She sighs, then turns to Hissy, "Take care now, sugar." she says gently, then gives a little bow. She half turns away, then, "Want us see if mebbe we can getcha some help?"

Ms Hissy stares, her expression blank. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the air and she immediately clamps her hands over her mouth. She turns a bronze shade of copper. "I don't know what they're saying."

The Archer on the couch looks over, answers, "I don't either. Maybe they're lost. Show them the way back to the stairs." Her tone is bored, dismissive, and she's taken a book out and is reading it.

"I'd rather not," Ms Hissy answers, annoyed, looking back at the other in the living area. She shouts something at the side room, an order that sounds like a question, or a question that sounds like an order. "Hey. You weren't shot. Why don't you show them how to leave?"

The Librarian pokes her head out, looks behind her, then slithers over and joins Ms Hissy, Aryia and Jozi. "Ok." <mynsandraal>

Ms Hissy hands Aryia the sheet of paper she was writing on.

Meanwhile, back at the steps, Rigby doesn't seem particularly keen on sticking around- he hasn't seen Aryia's written warning about swimming, but thankfully he's not in the mood for skinny dipping anyway. He drags the boat down to near the water, "Little help, or are you all staying?" he calls back to his companions, pausing his efforts to press a fist into his back and arch it.

The scarred shadow elf silently giggles and takes the page, her giving a small bow towards them before carefully putting the page into the back of her book and sealing it up. She gives another parting wave and a "Thank you" in sloppy Handspeech before joining Rigby in hauling the boat back into the water, her lightly limping along the way.

Jozi nods turning a curious eye to Aryia, smiling a little bit at the show of mirth. She turns, then and mimicks her bow toward the snake women, "Mother, smile on these souls." she murmurs reverently. <yrch-speak>

Aloud, she bows a final time to the guardians, "Take care, y'all." and then turns to rejoin her comrades, scooping up her bow along the way.

Side by side, the Librarian looks a little smaller than Ms Hissy. She has a slightly thinner build that's only obvious when they're close enough to easily compare. They seem to be a similar age, although they also seem to be some form of sylvan, so they might be ageless the way most elves are. They could be sisters, they could be mother and daughter, they could be completely unrelated, they look too much alike to be sure.

Ms Hissy makes a short nod to Aryia, accepts the bow from Jozi, then turns and slides away.

The Librarian seems to have other ideas. She answers Rigby with a single chipper word that must be a 'yes' of some sort, "Ok!" She immediately moves towards him with Aryia and helps push the boat down the stairs. She waits, out of the half-oruch's way, and copies her bow back to her. <mynsandraal>

While she's watching and waiting, she ends up closely examining part of the archway. She's casting! At the wall. A quick gesture and a single word, a cantrip of some sort, followed by rubbing her hand over the stone. She cleans a few of the blocks, concentrating at the edges near the floor and steps, but doesn't do much before she abandons the distraction and watches the boat bob in the water.

Rigby gives one last heave as the group join him, to get the boat back upright and far enough from the steps their added weight won't cause it to hit them when they climb in, and then hauls himself over the side of it and into the boat. He moves to the bow of it once in, and he reaches out to hold onto the steps and steady it while the rest get in- so that it doesn't drift so far that they have to go wading.

"So, who is looking forwards to the airship ride home?" he wonders of the other adventurers, cheerily enough.

Aryia flashes a thankful smile towards the Librarian before slipping into the boat herself and picking up the singular oar. She raises a hand in goodbye to the Librarian as they watch before turning a thumb downward at the question, a frown added with it. Once the party waws boarded, she slowly rows back towards they way they came. Nice and easy.

Jozi nods with a soft, "Thanks, sugar." as she gets her bow back, then climbs into the boat. There's a time as the 'shore' receeds that the half-oruch seems to settle into her thoughts, leaving the man's quip unanswered for her part.

Once Aimarra is on board, the boat begins its slow progression across the underground lake, thanks to Aryia's rowing efforts.

The isn't the last of the Lamias though, as there is a splash once they're underway. The Librarian dove into the water. It seems her armour, which matches her scale-colour, is actually armour and not simply an unusual arrangement of scales. Her humanoid torso is pulled under by the weight until she gets herself balanced with the force of her tail.

She arrives at the back of the boat and pushes it across, making the trip much quicker. On the far side, she swims around and moors it, then steadies it to allow everyone to disembark.

Her assistance doesn't end there. She pulls herself out of the water and appears willing to head into the catacombs as well.

Rigby seems surprised when one of the Lamia joins them, and he looks over towards her. "Wonder what this is about?" he muses to his companions, for the time being just keeping an eye on her. He tugs on his beard, "Could be worth following. It might be better to leave through a different exit than we entered through. Lighter on the purse and less chance of a welcoming party." he muses to the others.

Aryia points to the Lamia as they land, points to themselves and towards the exit, then points towards her mouth. Slowly, her lips silently form "Why." <sildanyari>

Jozi looks to Rigby and nods, "Yeah, I think yer right." she says thoughtfully. She has further designs, but that takes more groundwork, and time than she has right now. She glances to Aryia, arching an eyebrow, then, after the Lamia helps them settle the boat, she carefully climbs out. The half-orc reaches out with her unclawed hand with intent to lightly clap her shoulder with a, "Thanks, sugar." and a little smile.

"To make sure you leave." The Lamia answers Aryia. She shys away from being touched, ducking her shoulder enough that Jozi misses then slithers forward a few feet. She glances back to ensure she's being followed, and leads: South; East; South; East, she backtracks the path the party took to reach the lake, arriving in the room with the four exits and the spiral staircase. She hooks her thumbs in her (empty) weapon belt and looks up the staircase, tapping one finger against the heavy fringe of her scale mail. "Did you come in here?" <mynsandraal>

GAME: Aryia rolls sense motive: (9)+8: 17
GAME: Rigby rolls sense motive: (6)+0: 6

Rigby hefts himself over the side of the boat and onto dry land once they reach the far side of the lake, and he makes sure that he hasn't left anything in the boat, before allowing the Lamia to lead the way. "Or not- looks like we're back where we started." he murmurs, "Damn shame none of us can speak to her properly. I suppose coming up where we landed wouldn't be all bad. We still need to figure out where our employers airship ended up, and how to get back to it." he muses as he glances about the room.

"Goldweaver said ta head ta the Airstation." Jozi replies, considering her hand for a moment, then shrugs, "Sorry." bfore following along after, "We'll see how things go topside."

Aryia has zero understanding on her face, the frustration from before crosses her features as she grinds a heel into the ground. She shakes her head. Tapping a foot on the floor.

A sudden look of revelation comes over her as she pulls out her journal and scribbles something down. It is presented.

"May b snek lady, her famlee up stares."

"I didn't see any snake people up there." Rigby retorts, and then ohs, glancing back towards Jozi- "Oh- that's what you were saying, they might have been cursed into their current form." he muses. And to Aryia, "And they speak your language, or something like it, yes? The mul language? I suppose it could be the case." he admits, and then shrugs. "I am not the right person to ask. I try to steer clear of anything like that. Gives me the heebie jeebies." he adds.

The snake woman is waiting, looking between the various members of the party as they speak, although she remains firmly on the other side of the language barrier, confused more than anything else. After no one seems about to start up, she points at two of the other exits from the room and says something that sounds like a question and a warning. "There are other ways out. They are further and more dangerous. Was one of those where you came from?" <mynsandraal>

Hmm.

"That would answer a couple questions, wouldn't it?" Jozi drawls, "Open up a few more, besides."

She shifts the lay of the pack strap over her shoulder, then spends a few moments resituating her bow in it's place at her back. She nods to Rigby and smiles wanly, "Been known ta happen. Part a why I wanna get this done. See if mebbe we can do something fer these gals." The Librarian cups her hands at Rigby and makes a lifting gesture towards the stairs.

Aryia shows the page to Rigby that she exclusvely showed to Jozi.

"I cant write syl dan yare. Can speek. But..." she adds more to it. "I not knw what she say."

She gives a nod towards Jozi, agreeing with her.

"Alright, Alright, we're going." Rigby says to the snake woman then as she makes the gesture, and he looks to his companions, "Look. We have a job to do, and that isn't it." he says to Jozi. "I say we clear out and get paid and let them sort out their own problems." he says and takes a couple of steps up the stairs, pausing to look back to the party. "Besides, I have no doubt the temple will be nosing about where a group of people airdropped in sooner than later, and I'd honestly prefer to avoid that, no?"

Jozi ahems, "Once we're done, ya can do as ya like." She bows her head to the Librarian and starts to ascend the stair, "Yeah, I'm sure that'll be a snarl, too." More threads to tug on, it seems. Later, when there's time, and a little more play to work with. "Let's move cautious, though, expect an ambush. We can be pleasantly surprised if we ain't."

It's easy enough to climb the stairs, even if they're crumbling. The spiral goes up, and up. The snake woman waits as the party takes to the steps and doesn't follow. Instead, the last glimpse has her putting on her medusa mask and vanishing into the darkness. From the sounds, heading back to the lake and library.

At the top of the spiral stairs is the ladder. It leads back to the old woman's closet. It will have to be climbed single file. The door is closed, and it appears, locked or barred. It won't shift. It will be necessary to knock or bust it down, a task that falls to whomever is on top. It's a squeeze to get into the closet and there isn't anything to stand on.

Upon reaching the top and finding it barred, Rigby frowns, he gives it another experimental shove to try and open the door, and then he takes a couple of steps back down the staircase. "Locked in." he says, speaking in low tones. "Could be that ambush we talked about." he murmurs, and unslings his rifle once again. "If one of you ladies would like to get the door, I can cover you." he adds, and presses himself into the wall to allow them to squeeze pastif need be.

Aryia slips past, a frown on her face. With a heavy fist, she beats on the door. Loud. After a moment, she writes in her book, rips out a page, and slides it under the door.

"We bak, not sneks. Pleas open."

Jozi moves in between Aryia and Rigby, defrogging her warhammer to err on the side of paranoia, "Here's hopin that works." She looks to her companions then whispers, "I'd rather not bust any heads we don't hafta, but I trust y'all know whatcher doin." Note delivered, she waits.

The note is slipped under the door. There's a movement of shadows, and light. The sound of paper ruffling as it's picked up. There's a scrape of wood on wood, the barrier on the door being removed and then it opens.

On the other side is the old Mul'niessa woman who lives here, the washer-women, and a couple of the elderly chess-playing humans, who have traded checkerboards for crossbows at the ready. They lower them when they see Aryia.

"Pardon," one with whispy hair says, "people go down, they don't always come back, or something else comes back."

Aryia sighs in relief as the crossbows lower, her stepping aside so the party can step out of the narrow corridor. She raises a hand in greeting.

GAME: Jozi rolls sense motive: (8)+9: 17

They looked ready to deal with something unpleasant coming back, and possibly have before.

Rigby takes the best angle he can get to peer past the others as they knock on the door, and shoulders his rifle aiming it towards the entryway as he hears the sound of wood moving. Already planning how to express his condolences to his two recently deafened companions, the door opens and- if not entirely friendly, familiar at least people open the door. He lowers his rifle, but keeps it ready, when the crossbowmen lower their own weapons. He moves up the stairs, rifle held with the muzzle pointed to the ground and his finger off the trigger as the group ascend the last stretch. "I'm sure." he says then.

"Your medusa don't turn people to stone, it's the lake. They are trigger happy with their bows, though." he says as he emerges. "Any upcity folks been sniffing around while we were down there?" he asks.

Jozi frowns a bit at the greeting, giving the outside chamber a quick lookover before letting the hammer slide down in her grip in quick steps till the head settles against her hand, "Makes sense, sugar. Don't pay it no nevermind." She follows Rigby out and brings her hammer back toward the frogs on her belt.

The two human men look at each other, some knowing glance exchanged between them. Knight to pawn 4, who knows what exactly. Old companions have a way of communicating a lot with a single glance. One of them, with hair, starts to say, "Yeah, they're..."

He's interrupted by the washer-woman. "There's an Inquisitor of Antiquities and a couple guards asking around. The Boys are giving them a hard time, but you'll need to leave by the back alleys."

She snorts, "This is the Grey Quarter, where the powers that be put things they want to forget about. All the gods help you though, if you go bringing something up."

The whispy haired man chuckles, "They're not about, so we will."

"Sounds good to me." Rigby says, and he reaches for his belt. He grabs his coinpurse, and with a firm yank pulls it free. He tosses it to the washerwoman. "I'm not a man of my word as a rule, but I'm giving it a try. Lead the way, and we'll be out of your hair." he offers then.

Aryia idly wonders the similarities to the Grey Quarter and her time in Charn as she follows whoever leads out. A slight limp to her step. Ugh, her hip was so annoying.

The coinpurse is caught and vanishes into her clothing. "Come this way," she beckons, heading for the door.

The two old men move over to the closet door, and bar it again, in case something comes after. They also struggle and shift a cabinet in front of it, while the dwelling's owner disguises the area further to make it seem as if the door isn't there at all. The two men glance at each other and the adventurers one more time, as if something is on their mind but it's not voiced.

The washer-woman waves, making an 'ahem' noise. With the door open, raised voices can be faintly heard from the square. It doesn't sound like a fight, yet, but it's working up to one. She's moving in the opposite direction, away from it. It will be a little distance before they're safe.

Jozi arches an eyebrow. An Inquisitor. Something to be aware of, to be sure. She turns to her colleagues, "She's right, that's bad news none of us need." She has a glimmer of optimism in her eye as Rigby ponies up some gold and she nods, "Let's skip on outta these folks hair, we done'm enough trouble, already." As the group heads out, she leans in to wonder after the limping Mul, "Wound still botherin ya, sugar?" gently. The escort gets noisey, and the half-orc gives the rowdies a quick glance as she can but largely continues to follow along as discretely as possible, considering. There might be more business to look up here once the mystical hot potato is in the right pot.

Rigby keeps his rifle readied, but his finger off the trigger and the muzzle pointed away from any friendly- or at least, not overtly unfriendly- faces. Whatever else he may be, he's got good trigger discipline. He moves swiftly but keeps low as he goes, trusting the locals to guide them through the twisting alleys.

Aryia silently slips out with the rest of the party. She regards Jozi by answering the question with slightly raising the hem of her shirt at the hip. Aside from more of the same old scarring that adorns her, it was a nasty bruise on her flank that would tame some time to heal. She did crash into the stone pillar, hard.

She waves wiggles a hand in a 'so so' motion as she lets the shirt go. No time to worry about it right now. And she didn't like the sound of a church looking into things. Onward and wayward. At least she survived.

The local guide turns out to be worth the payment. Lookouts were even set. The washer-woman comes upon a lingering tough, or a mother and child, a man with a basket of meat, all who seem to have been waiting for her. Quick whispers are exchanged, where the guards were last seen patrolling, which route is safest, and then she moves on.

The unorthodox arrival of the adventurers was akin to kicking over a fire-ant's nest. Guards are swarming the streets to catch whomever so audaciously flaunted the official channels. The guards aren't well loved by the Grey Quarter residents, that is clear, and the locals relish this chance to thumb their noses.

Ecclesia is a beautiful city, one is told, full of gilded statues, ornate buildings, some millenial old, with gargoyles on the roof-corners and fountains. Very little of this fabled beauty is seen on the back alley scurry, and the down and out parts of any civilization look startling similar and decrepit.

Finally, the Airstation is in sight. There are extra guards on the main entrance, but again an unexpected door opens in the side of a building and the group is waved through. They can see their ride. They are given a porters tunic and boxes to carry, and then it's a short climb up the right town and a short walk across the right catwalk.

Aboard, Sage Goldweaver is ready to welcome everyone. He's all chuckles and smiles. "Success I hope? I'll tell the captain to lift off. I want to hear all about it!"

Several times.

OOC

<OOC> Aryia says, ""You're covering me with a BOOK?" oh my god this is gold"

<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Oh, something from my PrP writeup hardly anyone ever sees..."
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "... Started straight into combat. While the Lamia women are evil, it's only on alternate Tuesdays and today wasn't the right one."
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "Also want to use the snake ladies again somehow"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "I kind of wish I'd heard of Ecclesia before. If I'd known there was a Vatican City analog, I'd have done a National Treasure or Angels and Demons sort of thing"

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The Lamia Snake Ladies, also the Mul'niessa toughs (remove armour, no tails or knives)

STR 13 (+1), DEX 17 (+3) CON 12 (+1) INT 14 (+2) WIS 10 (+0) CHA 8 (-1)
Feats (4): Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Weapon Focus Bow, Rapid Shot
BAB +3, CMB +4, CMD 17 (Can't be Tripped)
AC 20 (+3 Dex, +6 Armour, +1 Enchanted) T: 14, FF 17

Attacks: Ranged (+3 BAB, +3 DEX, +1 WF, +1 PBS) Damage (+1 Str, +1 PBS)
Mighty Masterwork Longbow Composite
Standard (1 shot) +8, 1d8+1 x3, -2 every 110' more, +1 att/dam at <30'
FA (2 shots) +6, 1d8+1 x3, -2 every 110' more, +1 att/dam at <30'

Attacks: Melee (+3 BAB, +1 Str)
War knife +4, 1d6+1, 18-20/x2
Tail Coil +4, 1d8+1 + Grab, Constricting 1d8+1
Punch +4, 1d3+1 Non Lethal

Gear: Mighty Masterwork Composite Longbow 400gp
+1 ChainMail, +6+1(ench)AC, Max Dex +2+1(AT) ACP -5+1(AT), Speed 20'+10'(AT)

Skill points: 12
Athletics(swim) +3+3+1, Profession/Fisher +3+3, Knowledge/dungeoneering +3+3+2, Intimidate +3+3-1
Sense Motive +2, Perception +2, Stealth -4

HP: 10+1+2+2d10
Hit Points: The Archer, 26; The Librarian, 22; Ms Hissyfits 26

Speed 30' Swim 20' Climb 20'
Dark Vision: 120'

Immune to magic sleep effects, +2 racial against enchantment spells and effects.
+2 racial bonus on caster level checks made to overcome spell resistance.
+2 racial bonus on Spellcraft skill checks made to identify the properties of magic items.
+2 racial bonus on Sense Motive checks.
+2 racial bonus on Perception skill checks.

Langauges: Sildanyari, Mynsandraal
Spell, 0 Level, 4 times/day as lvl 3 caster: Read Magic (3) and Daze / Dancing Lights / Prestidigitation (The Librarian)

Weapon Familiarity: Longbows, Shortbows (including composites), longswords, rapiers, elven war knife