Bernard arrives in Wati

Bernard the Admirable steps foot off the barge onto the solid ground of Wati.

As he steps off the vessel, he comments to the operator "Well met, I am glad I was able to educate you on the differences between crocodiles and alligators my friend, though I must agree with you that the former are certainly more dangerous, though I'd not tell that to an alligator. Farewell!"

He looks around at the hustle and bustle of the Half Dead City, then seemingly speaks to himself. "What do you think Gertrude? Shall we find adventure here?" He then appears to be listening to something inaudible, and says "You are correct as always my friend, yes, it is probably a good idea to take precautions until we can procure a secure domicile."

He makes some small gestures and mutters an incantation, and a flash of wan blue light ripples across his form as the spell takes affect.He then looks around, seemingly about to start to head in a random direction.

Jaware is drinking some sweet tea at a nice Teashop near the port with his feathered and perfectly polished bronze helmet at the table. (it was treated with vinegar to make it look like gold and he used prestidigitation to polish it).

As he sees the obviously out of place scholar steeping out of the barge, he feels sorry for the man for a moment, almost sure he will be stripped of his belongs at any second. As the old man makes a gesture Jaware is puzzled.

"Was it magic?", he questions to himself.

Jaware makes a little gesture with his hand to cast Detect Magic.

Noticing the obvious ability of the old man he decides to approach him.

Speaking in perfect Taldane, Jaware salutes the scholar:

Greetings, my name is Jaware, archer and a magic-user like yourself. I must infer that you came here looking to explore Osirion history and legends. I would like to offer you my services as a local man and a fellow explorer as long you have the funds to finance such endeavor. The first advise I give to you is: Let’s leave the port, although it is a lovely place to drink some tea, it also attracts the kind of street rat that would want nothing more than to take some bites in a fat cheese like yourself.

Jaware is a little extravagant and a bit pedant, but he also looks capable. He is a 5’10’, well build and slim Garundi man.

Iseret considered the golden coin in her hand, making it dance across her knuckles. She was bored. It had been several weeks since the last expedition had called upon her services and she was beginning to get low on coin. Something would need to be done, and soon. That was when she noticed the newcomer. As he exits the barge, he makes a gesture that might be magical in nature (or not, she really couldn't tell). He was quickly approached by a slim Garundi man. Probably offering his services as a "guide". More like he would guide the victim to a dark alley and his cronies.

Iseret rose and quietly slipped into step behind the pair, just to keep the newcomer safe, she told herself.

"Well met good sir, though I highly doubt you are in fact a magic user like myself if I do say so! But it would be nice to converse with someone at least capable of a basic cantrip, so beggars can not be choosers as they say.

I will take your advice - do you know of a good place for accommodation? I intend getting involved in this lottery I have heard about, so somewhere that would be a useful base camp for expeditions into the Necropolis would be ideal."

Having discussed his decision with the Commander of the watch, as well as with his family. Gethean is sitting at his table enjoying a glass of wine at his favorite Inn, enjoying the sunlight and the excitement that is building in the city. Preperations for this historical event have been the highlight of the past year or so. Getheal can't imagine what might be discovered when the lottery begins, but he knows one thing for sure, that he will be a part of it in no small way. He has long grown bored with just patrolling the city and chasing the same people over and over as the years go on.

Who knows, in a year from now or 100 years from now, he may just wind up back in The Watch. For now he intends to enjoy the changes to the city and to his lifestyle. Now to find a company to hitch his cart to!

Jaware laughs a little at the old man's boasting and decides to ignore it.

There is a Inn nearby that is well attended. The men of Guard likes to drink there, it will be safe and the beer is good. Osirion beers are the most authentic you will find. We are know as first people to have ever brew beer.

Herc stand just over six feet or so tall. Till you get a good look at his face and such you might think he is a husky man, but it is obvious with those tusks and pointed ears that he is half-orc. He clothing says he ready for travel in the heat, but there is a define monk'ness about him. Perhaps the few weapons and he has some defiantly monkish ones. Could be the quarterstaff and Nunchaku. He just looks like someone that belongs in a monastery.

Seems he has overhead some conversation as he approaches, Yes. The Lottery. I look to form a group for such. Was thinking to call it "Destined Delvers" Would that be of interest?

As Khadi walks through the city she greets everyone she recognises, and also everyone she doesn't. A smile, a wave, quick greeting. Sometimes such things could brighten someone's day. Not as much as the sun as it crossed the sky, but sometimes it felt good to be seen, noticed. Especially the labourers of the city. Those many took for granted, yet without their hard work there would be no city to live in.

As she walks her eyes often glance away from the crowds to the ground, making sure that her guide was still in sight. A beetle, invisible to most, and the cause of disgust in many who did spot it. Yet they too were hard workers, and also messengers. At least for her. She had been at her Dad's latest building sight, hanging out with the workers and running small errands, making sure they were okay when it had appeared, and then left. Many would think her crazy, but she had grown used to the way Khepri spoke to her.

As she broke into the docks the beetle ran to a small group and circled it, before disappearing into a crack. This was her goal. She already began to see what Khepri wished her to see. Not many in the city had gear such as these in front of her, especially not weapons. Yet more and more were arriving each day, drawn by the news of the lottery. She had been keeping an ear out for such individuals, yet for now her feelers for companions into the necropolis had been unanswered.

Most people would think it rude to barge in on a conversation with strangers, but if you always avoided them, you would never make more friends. Besides these were Khepri's choice and she wasn't about to ignore his guidance.

'Greeting of the sun my friends.' She strolls right up to the group as if she belongs. 'Some of you I am sure I have seen around here before, others you are new, no?' She focuses on the older man at the last part of her sentence. She prided herself on recognise faces and his was not one. Though she herself likely looked like a foreigner, with her pale grey skin and white hair. Yet her accent and voice is true for the many years she was brought up in the city.

'A little beetle told me we you are an interesting bunch, and I enjoy interesting.' She winks gives a wink and she stretches, the necklace depicting a blue scarab beetle clear around her neck. 'Plus I think someone said the word inn and I very much like that word.'

"Ah, my friend, that story of Osirioni beer is merely a quaint local urban myth, why there are many older civilisations than this one where artifacts of brewing have been discovered, why I once read about a particularly complex setup that used magic in the filtration. You see, Cayden Cailean is a relatively new god as we know, so it makes one wonder, who fulfilled the role of god of Alcohol further back in history, why...

Fortunately for Jaware, Bernard is interrupted by Hercs arrival.

"Well met, umm, what is your name?

Bernard appears mildly perturbed my the interruption, but has no chance to hear the reply before Khadi interjects.

"Ah, is it customary in this part of the world not to introduce oneself? I had not read that all, most irregular. I am Bernard, and this is all strangely, abruptly, convenient. Shall we all find this inn, and you may all tell me what skills you possess in order to aid in my efforts yes?"

I be Herc. And I come from the mountains far away. I only came for the Lottery with its chances. Inn would be much cooler. The heat of is no place to be outside.

As Esmae sits alone in the inn, drink her tea, she sees a motley crew of new faces she has not see before.
Esmae smiles and waves them over to have a seat..
I take it ya'll are here for the lottery, I would be delighted If I may come alone.
If I am accepted, than maybe the Guild will respect me more, after all this is the home of my ansetors she says to herself.

Gethean overhears mention of the lottery and turns to see who has just arrived. He notices a few familiar faces, and some that he has never seen before. The young lady sitting a few tables away looks familiar from the the temple, though he has never met or spoken with her. The tall Garundi man as well as the white haired woman are familiar to him, but never has he spoken with them. He does notice that they don't look like anyone he has ever had to deal with in his duties as a member of the watch.

Looks like a new company is forming, and it also looks to be a well balanced group. Then he notices the woman trailing back a few steps, he has seen her in the shadier parts of town perhaps, but has never had a complaint raised against her it seems.

"Have I heard correctly? I know that some of you are from Wati, or the surrounding area. Might you have another position open in your company? Forgive me, my name is Gethean Jael, formerly of the city watch until this morning. I have taken leave to partake in the lottery, and would be greatful for a position if you have space."

"I have lived here my whole life and would offer myself as a guide if you would have me."

"I think we’re all jumping to conclusions here, and I for one find it poor form to make decisions with such haste. I intend to first arrange at least a modicum of accomodations, and I shall assume there will be a need for more than just myself. Once that is done, I suggest we have a meal, and then I shall allow you all to interview for positions in my adventuring party. Yes?"

Gethean looks at the old man and has to agree with him, he nods his head to what seems to be the second oldest being present amongst this motley group of people.

He continues to observe the group individually, trying to assess the strengths and weaknesses of each. It seems that the young lady of Sarenrae is either a Cleric or a Paladin. The Half-Orc is going to take a minute to figure out. The white haired woman doesn't look like a fighter. The tall Garundi man seems to favor the bow. And the rest will be announced shortly it would seem.

Ha! I arrived here from Sothis a week ago. I'm also staying in this inn. You will certainly like it to.

Jaware then raises his voice to talk to the innkeeper across the room:

Old Man, when I ask you about how to find a company to explore the Necropolis, you said I just needed to take a walk through the port that I would eventually bump at fortune seekers from all the world to die with me. And thought you was making a joke

After laughing a little and keeping the same tone and loudness, Jaware talks to rest of his future crew:

It seems with are having a lot of volunteers and a suggestion of a name. You said Destined Delver, right Herc? I liked it, but I think it is better if we let Barnard rest a little. Let's meet again in the evening.

Iseret approached the others and spoke up. "My name is Iseret and I am a native of this city. I do not mean to invite myself to your gathering, but if I am allowed an opportunity, I think that you might find my skills useful in this endeavor."

It seems all the winds blow well today. I fathom that we have eagerness. One could not wish for more. Lottery is soon and I believe my hopes for "Destined Delvers" has come to life. Herc is indeed a strange Half-Orc.

Esmae approaches the strangers in a polite but bold fashion...
Excuse Me, My name is Esmae Lightbringer, I am a Paladin of Sarenrae, my guild has sent me out for the lottery...
I am also staying here at the inn, so please if you are looking for someone to shed some light on the darkness that lies ahead, I am your girl.
Esmae proudly walks away, Sporting her shield and Scimitar both with the symbol of Sarenrae that shines like a beacon of hope..

Gethean returns to his seat a few tables away but reorients his chair to take in the area of the group across the entrance. He orders a tea as he continues to observe the group, to include the Halfling. Mentally assessing the way that each of them move and react to one another.

Gethean can see that the Halfling is very light on her feet, with a passable short sword and a serviceable Light Crossbow, but what surprises him the most is the fact that the Half-Orc is equally light on his feet.

The white haired female is a Khepri worshipper if he is not mistaken, but definitely not physically strong, he sees she only carries a Light Crossbow. She doesn't appear to be wearing any armor, she will have to be watched. She looks kind of sickly, I hope her spells are mighty, for her sake as well as ours.

This Esmae is definitely a martial character, strong with good weapons and armor. We might just get along he thinks. Paladin or Cleric, either will be beneficial to the party.

The old man is some kind of Mage or Wizard, but he looks like he just walked out of a classroom. I hope he has some adventuring experience, and a lot of bandages and healing salves if not.

Seven, it could get crowded in the confines of a small tomb or even a small room. We will have to adapt to each others fighting styles for sure, if they are at all competent then the adjustment should occur easily enough.

Now we await the haughty old man, and see what his decision will be on how we will proceed from here. There are enough locals involved that acquiring the necessary equipment should not prove to costly. My own sister should be able to direct us to the fairest and best stocked merchants with ease.

To change! Gethean tips his glass to noone in particular' and finishes his wine before he settles in to wait for return of this Bernard.

Bernard walks up to the bar, sees a small sign showing the rooms available, and speaking in very clear but accented Osirian "Hello sir, I would like to rent your suite." Upon the man’s murmur of agreement, Bernard says "Splendid. Some of these others may also end up utilising the rooms, though which of them yet remains to be determined. I shall also arrange for a delivery of books some time in the next couple of days."

He hands over some gold.At this point, Bernard has a quick look around the room, spies a table with only three seats around it, occupies the table, and calls out "Very well, one at a time please."

Bernard will interview each in turn, asking them all the same questions:

1) Why do you wish to enter the lottery, and what do you hope to gain?

2) What skills would you bring to the party?

3) What would be your weaknesses that should be covered by another member of the party?

4) Is there anything sufficiently anathema to you that you could not abide it in your companions?

5) What is something I should know of Osiriani culture and customs lest it come to cause me harm, be it physically, spiritually, mentally or reputationally?

Herc asks rather immediately, Who hell are you? You work for the Lottery?

Bernard replies smoothly "While I'm sure I'm someone in the world's version of hell, I must insist that I ask the questions, and you answer them. I started the interview process first you see. I'll be more than happy to answer any of your questions at the end. Now please, take a seat.

He gestures to the chair opposite, says "Ipsala gwana mentu" and the chair starts shifting through different glowing colours.

'Names are not everything, actions and other words I feel do me more justice, but if you wish to know, I am known as Khadi, the voice of Khepri or 'that damn cleric' depending of who you ask.'

'A team ? Well I was looking for team members, but I do not see how just questions can decide who is worthy. Still I will join you later at the inn. You are buying yes?' She tease before giving a wink and dissapearing off again, even as she spots others approaching the older man.

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Later arriving at the inn Khadi scans the room for those met earlier. Seeing the old man she approaches, hoping to get at least a drink out of him, even if not a team. He seemed to be making it clear he intended to lead, and she wasn't sure how she felt letting a forigne take the reigns on looking through sacred grounds. She was already aware most Pharasmins weren't happy with the affair, and she too wanted to make sure her ancestors tombs were treated properly.

The half-orc beats her to the table and starts demanding answers. She laughs as she approaches and places a hand on his shoulder. 'Now friend, he most certainly is not. It is the temple of Pharasma who is running such things, and he is not one. I know I was born there.' She gives another wink as she drops the odd bit of information before slipping into a chair.

'I have my own question before we start. Why should I care about being in a team led by a foreigner who knows not of our customs? I have ties to the mausoleum, though I will admit not all are happy with certain choices I have made. ' She fiddles with the Scarab beetle around her neck. She wondered if a foreigner even knew of Khepri. Even many in Osirian paid little attention to the old gods. 'You are just an old man off a boat. Are you here just to pillage our tombs and sell to the highest bidder. Will you respect our dead? Will you respect your team as people or are we just labour to get what you want?

Bernard has had quite enough of people deciding to interrupt everything he is doing today with little to no courtesy. "If you believe I am just an old man off a boat, then you are likely not nearly perceptive enough to be worth talking to. I am afraid I'm not going to answer any of your questions. Ever since I stepped off that boat today, all I have seen is a parade of strangers accost me with nary a shred of courtesy or manners among them. Is this reflective of your customs?

Now, I have tried to bring some order to this by trying to talk to you each one at a time so that we might have a nice conversation, without further interruptions, and attempt to come to an understanding, but since you seem to insist on rudeness, as far as I'm concerned you can go to the back of the line, learn some manners, and make another attempt when you're ready to behave like an adult. If you don't wish to do so, I am more than happy at this point to look elsewhere for others to whom I could lend my considerable arcane skills."

He looks over at the others.

"Esmae, is it? You are the only one in this room who has shown a modicum of politeness, and the Paladins of the Dawnflower are renowned for their courtesy. Perhaps we could show the rest of them how this is done?"

I heard the lottery was free to all. Every here seems to want to team up. I see that we have what it takes here. Healing. Those that can fight and those that work with the traps and such.

No offence to the lady Khadi, but really all I would want to know from you besides your name is can you heal and turn away undead? Perhaps fight as well. Cause that is what we need beside the want to join.

I didn't come to be interviewed for a job or to meet someone else's standard. I'm more than ready fight as needed. I seem to think rest of us are wanting the same thing. We came here to get a team together. I see we have that right here.

I'm call Herc and I come from the windy monastery of the mountains. And I think 'Destined Delvers' would be a fine name.

I agree with our Half-Orc friend here. You should be the first to answer these questions.

"Quite frankly Herc, what I do is prepare and act. Now you seem to have knowledge of these people that I do not, perhaps you already know them. I do not, and in order to prepare appropriately, I need to know the people I would team up with so that I can help find the most efficient way forward.

Thus far, from what you've shown me, your singular talent seems to be jumping to unwarranted conclusions. If you don't want to tell me more about yourself, or learn anything about me, I'm more than happy for you to return to your windy monastery of the mountains, it sounds quite lovely really, why would you leave?"

Why I come here for the lottery is my concern. What is important is finding those that are interested as well and that is half the fight alone. And what's important that each of us has the other's back. To be sure if we lose anyone that most likely the rest will fall too. So if your interested in that then Here. Here. May the Destined Delvers be chosen and we succeed.

'It is called being friendly my friend. Khepri led me to the group, however perhaps it was the others and not you. A team of someone who is not willing to answers questions, yet insists if asking them of others, is not a team I wish to be in.'

She stands up an stretches before turning to those who are gathering. ' I to am looking for a team. One where we are all equal and open to one another, and will respect the tombs as we search I am a duskwalker, one who was good a enough at fighting undeath and protecting the cycle that I was brought back to do it all again. I have trained with the voices of the spire. With Khepri as my patron I am able to both destroy undead and aid wounds. If you wish for someone who will treat you as people and be open and true I will be at another table. We can grab a drink and discuss things. No interrogation just having a good time and see if we fit. You too old man, I do not discriminate. ' She gives a bow and a cheeky grin before heading off to a different table.

Herc says as Khadi moves away Fate has its twists for sure. And what would you be drinking over there. I may have an interest.

Bernard responds to Jaware "Which questions would those be Jaware, considering I have not even had the opportunity to ask any as yet? Apparently the mere act of me wanting to ask questions seems to cast me in suspicion, and yet I did not approach a single one of you. You have all descended upon me reminiscent of a shiver of sharks, and then insist when I try to make sense of it all, that I should be the one that answers questions.

Since none of you seem to have the ability to respect boundaries or behave like civilised adults, let us do this as children would. Quid pro quo. Any person that answers a question, may then ask a question and of whom."

Herc makes his reponse.

"I'm afraid that is simply not good enough Herc. If I am on your team, your acts reflect on me, and as such are very much my concern. Same for you Khadi, you speak of being open and true yet offer nothing of yourself. Very well, since you all appear to be utterly paranoid, I will go first and answer my own question. Why am I here?

As some of you have kindly pointed out, I am an old man. I come here from distant Absalom, where I have studied for decades, and amassed arcane power the likes of which you have not seen. You know what I did with it? Nothing! There were always more books you see, more knowledge to be found and gained. One day I realised, for all my vast accomplishments, I have never once hazarded my skills out in the world, and my power had become a stunted, hollow thing, nothing but promises on the wind. I remembered dreaming when I was but a child of all the adventures I would have, like in the stories, and I realised if I did not do so now, I would miss my chance.

Bernards voice starts to rise and he stands to his feet.

"When the Ruby Prince decreed that the ancient sites of Osirion would be opened to adventurers, in order to stimulate the economy of a nation paradoxically both ancient yet also fledgling, I felt the call of destiny. Here, I can stand in halls unvisited for thousands of years. I can see the histories I have have studied, preserved as though all the thousands of years have but passed in the blink of an eye! Here, I can put the skills I have learned and left to rot to the ultimate test, and truly find out if I am worth a damned thing at all. That is why I am here."

His voice subsides, and Bernard sits back down and composes himself, the fire dimmed.

"Now, if you will forgive an old man his theatrics, why we are here is in fact, the most important question, one for which I have given answer, and before I answer any more questions, I would you all do the same."

Herc rises, Quite frankly old man. You need to put out postings to protect your name and not be looking to pickup a team in place such as this.

Looking over to Jaware, Iseret, Gethean and Esmae What all you be drinking? as he moves over to Khadi's table.

He says as he seats himself, I would love to know of your 'Khepri'. He is careful in getting the name right.

Herc smiles. Lets talk of other things as there is much time for how we will survive Necropolis. He appears not to be set off by the fact that Khadi claims to not be human. Obviously Herc isn't fully human himself. He is more interested in enjoy himself. Perhaps it is rarer moment for he is a monk.

"Ah, now that, Khadi, is a noble cause with which I can agree. I must admit, I do not know of this Khepri, for my shipment of books detailing the various deities of the Osiriani pantheon has not yet arrived, a shortfall of knowledge I hope to soon rectify. I would see the knowledge of the Necropolis preserved, but also brought into the light - history is a lesson that must be learned, lest it be repeated."

"Very well Herc, you seem to be someone who responds to actions rather than words, so I will gather information on you that way."

As Herc walks over to the other table, Bernard casts Grease beneath him. "Now, from what you have said thus far about your home in a monastery, I would assume you are a Monk, and thus quite agile, so I can likely cast this spell to hinder our enemies but not trip you up should I be unable to find a way to cast it without affecting one of the group - I would think yourself, or one of the other more agile folk would be the choice in that scenario."

Gethean just sits back sipping his tea and enjoying the impulsiveness of the shorter living members of this fledgling group. No expression on his face, just internal laughter. He has seen it before and will see it again and again and again over his lifetime. No need to point out how much joy he gets from situations like this.

He is patient and will wait for all the bickering to cease, before he addresses either Bernard or Khadi. It is clear there is a power struggle taking place between the two, he has no preference nor care who will win out, as long as it is settled to mutual agreement.

He silently awaits the result of the -what he knows now is- Monk's trial at the hands of the Wizard's harmless prank. He doesn't foresee it being a problem for the big Half-Orc, but nothing is for sure. For a Monk he does seem to be a little rash, perhaps that is due to is heritage, patience young one, patience.

Herc is immediately taken by surprise when Bernard casts spells in public place. The sudden slipperiness that the floor has become is also a surprise. He suddenly losses his footing, but instead of falling down he supports himself with the chair next to him and immediately sits in it. Your magics would be best suited someplace else.

DEX Save DC(16)

Cliff Jumper: +1 Reflex saves to avoid falling.
Sacred Tattoo: +1 luck bonus on all saving throws.
Investiture: Swift Action expends a point and gains +2 to his save.
DEX Save: +0.
Total: +4

Acrobatic check DC(?)

Acrobatic check to stop from being a mess on the floor.
Rank: +1
Class Skill: +3
Cliff Jumper: +1 Acrobatics
Rock Climber: +1 Acrobatics
Wisdom in the Flesh: +3 Acrobatics
Total: +9

Esmae steps forward raises her hand and shouts....That is enough..all of you, I see no harm in answering a few questions Esmae looks around at everyone, to make sure she got their attention. My name is Esmae Light bringer, I am a Paladin of Saranrae. I can heal and destroy undead, I am from here, I have Joined the lottery for Two reasons...
1) To prove myself to my superiors
2) The blood of the Pharaoh's run in my blood...who's I am trying to find out.
If we are to work together, than I find no harm in learning a little about each other,
Do we agree
Esmae still looking at the people in front of her, stops and looks at Bernard.So why are you joining the lottery Bernard?

It takes Khadi a moment to register what Bernard as does as Herc avoids the puddle only to then become larger. 'I hope you aren't expecting the staff to clean that up.' She manages to get out as she watches the half-orc growth. 'I know I said words aren't everything but we can show our skills off outside and avoid making a mess for others can' t we? '

As the paladin speaks she shrugs. ' Well sounds like we share some abilities though our deities differ.' She knew of Sarenrae. While she herself didn't care much for the Keleshite sun god, she understood many now did revere her instead of the old.

Herc is one huge steaming mess and barely able to control his anger. When it is said action speak louder than words. Herc just got bitch slapped. Herc is only thinking that it will take a mop and bucket to clean up the old man's mess. As he regains some composure, If you ever cast on me again I will work hard to make sure it is the last time ever. Herc's face is very red with anger and doesn't ever think to pick of his quarterstaff that he left before moved to this table. His well trained hands will do just fine. He doesn't stand to test the floor yet.

Bernard realises he has pushed the now giant Half-Orc about as far as he can go for now, and resolves to not poke that particular bear for a while, though he still hopes to teach him at least some manners one day.

Bernard responds to Khadi "Look again Khadi, twas gone before you even spoke. I would never visit such extra work upon hard working folk, especially when magic might do the trick instead. Keeps the skills sharp."

Bernard then listens to Esmae with his full attention, happy that someone has finally seen the merit in discussion, interjecting at items of interest.

"Your superiors? In the Church of Sarenrae, or another organisation?

"Blood of the Pharoah's? Facinating. By my research, I understand some of the Pharoahs were quite gifted in the arcane arts, why wasn't Nethys himself one of the earliest Pharoahs, perhaps you are descended from a god! I am quite fluent in Ancient Osirian, so should we find any documents that might pertain to your ancestry, I would be honoured to assist in your quest."

His heart sinks a little when he realises Esmae did not listen to his previous speech. Ah well, sometimes he envied Sorcerors for their charisma. What was it his students sometimes said? Ah yes, give her the Too Long Didn't Listen version.

"I seek to test my skills outside of the comforts of academia, and as a student of history, being able to set foot in a place undisturbed for thousands of years seemed like the perfect opportunity."

Well the huge bear being suddenly ignore didn't aid Bernard one bit. It was like a second bitch slap for taking up his time.

Table tips to its side and his poor chair flies away with a brushing of now huge hands, Herc comes to his feet and Bernard is just too very close. Giant Herc then proceeds to hospitalize Bernard in his intense anger.

Herc hands are moving so fast that you can feel a force of wind being generated. They become a blur.Herc strikes twice and initiates a Hurricane Punch with a swift action causing a bull rush.

+1 BAB, +4 STR, +2 Huge, +2 Powerful Combat Maneuvers,

Okay the old man was a bit irritating and he had briefly made a mess but in his weird way had tried to make up with the enlarge spell. Even if not enough, violence was a step too far.

'Hey! Stop now. This is not the place for fighting! People can get hurt.' Her cheery playful tone has disappeared completely to sharp and serious as she tries to force herself in between the two despite her slight frame. ' Fists solve nothing here. We're you not speaking of reputation earlier? Well we have several eyes here whoare already wary of those coming in for the lottery and know you start a brawl?' Even as she speaks she turns to the Bernard as she holds up the scarab around her neck .' Khepri, while I verbally spar with this one I have no wish for him to be hurt. Please aid us. ' She touches her free hand to where the blows hit as it pulses with positive energy, before transferring to the wizard start g to knit his wounds. She casts the spell once more for good measure.

Gethean enjoys the flare of the old man as he casts his spells back to back, on the now furious half orc. What he does not understand is the lack of self control and anger exhibited by the monk. This half orc has become a buffoon, not something usually associated with the extreme discipline usually inherent to someone who has dedicated there life to peace and control. Yes they are also deadly fighters, but usually as a last resort, and not so quickly as happened here over a simple test of skill.

The Khepri cleric has healed the old man, but the Monk is out of control. Hopefully the watch doesn't show up, if it were me on duty, a night in the tank would be in order for the half Orc. A night at the least, possibly a week.

Getheal stands up and draws his curve blade before he calls out.

"Cease this nonsense before the watch shows up and you force them to detain you outlander! Have you no discipline!?"

Bernard is unconscious before the second blow lands, and then flies across the room and lands like a dead man, because he very nearly is. The violent image of a giant Herc unleashing his might upon the old man is seared into all witnesses eyes.

The elf that till now had taken over the yelling, and sounded better at it so Khadi left him to it as she focuses on Bernard, pulling out the bandages she keeps on herself for when one of the builders had an accident. It looked like her spells had done the trick but she wanted to be sure.

'Easy now. Best you stay on the floor for a little bit while I make sure you are good. After that, well you can have his pint,' She tries to interject some of her usually humour into the situation but it is clear the sudden turn to violence has shaken her. The elf mentioned the watch, she hoped someone had alerted them. If not she wondered if she could get word to her father. While a member of the voices not the guard he wasn't one to let someone cause disruption. She only hoped the half-orc would back down of the elf and Paladin could handle him. Her abilities didn't aid with combatting the living.

Giant Herc yells over all I don't know what the bastard did to me, but that is a sure way to get yourself killed. and turns and stares down at the elf with a weapon drawn. You best put that away. Nobody takes draw weapons well.

Herc looks about as he can't imagine what to do now that he is so tall. There is tremendous frustration about him. He had always heard to be watchful of spell casters and now he can see why.

Nobody takes someone beating a man to a bloody pulp well. He was showing you what he can do.He said what he was doing, that he could make you larger if we were to work together, and he was just showing it/b] She says several curses in Osiriani.[b] ' Well you were right about something old man, we are all ass at communicating with one another.'

'I do not know how your mountains work but here if you have a problem with someone you call the guard, you do not murder. He was out on the first blow, you could have killed him! . She keeps herself in front of Bernard as she talks, but is greatful for Getheal standing between them. Her hand goes to clasp around her scarab, ready to aid if more blows are dealt.

"I thought you a monk, a Disciplined fighter, someone who is in complete control of his mind and body. Yet you act like a savage barbarian, you go into a fit when asked a question, and almost killed this man with your bare hands...yet you tell me to put MY weapon away?"

Gethean shakes his head and points to the door.

"You need to go for a walk, and find accommodations elsewhere this night. I won't say it again! If you can't control yourself in an Inn, how can you expect us to trust you or to rely on you after the way you have acted from the moment you walked in that door? That very door that you will either walk out now, with your own free will, or be dragged out!"

Iseret watches the exchange between the man and the half-orc without comment. When the dust has settled, she approaches the table with an air of confidence.

"My name is Iseret and I will answer your questions, good sir, not because I am obligated to, but because I choose to do so. To be perfectly frank, I wish to enter the lottery because my personal funds are alarmingly low. It is my hope that returning artifacts to the people of Osirion might bring financial recompense for our time and effort.

"The skills that I bring include a working knowledge of the construction and design of the necropolis, as well as its history, a thorough knowledge of all things mechanical in nature, and if I do say so myself, considerable skill in tumbling and stealth.

"My weakness is a lack of physical might. While I can fight, it is not my forte.

"Disrespect for the deceased I will not tolerate. There is a fine line between archaeology and grave-robbing. I endeavor not to cross it.

"Finally, you should be aware that undead are abominations that we must occasionally deal with. They can be dangerous for the unprepared."

Under Khadi’s ministrations, Bernard is eventually able to stand back up.

"Thank you for your assistance Khadi, I fear I may not have survived without your intervention. Considering we had been having a little back and forth, I think perhaps you of all us have shown your true colours today. I would more than willing to place my life in your capable hands, and indeed I just have."

He gives her a stiff bow, then moves over and plops back down into the chair he occupied previously, but some of the pompousness has clearly been knocked away from him.

He nods at Iseret when she approaches, grateful that she has seen fit to acknowledge his intentions. He talks lowly in response to Iseret’s answers.

"An honest living is no terrible thing I should think."

"Ah, it seems we share some common interests then. I look forward to some stimulating conversations in regards engineering and history.

He smirks dryly "Well, you’ve just witnessed my phenomenal physical prowess. I certainly know not to value someone only on the size of their musculature.

"This seems to be a fairly common sentiment amongst us. We should endeavour to talk about such things to clarify them when they occur.

"Yes, and unfortunately my education in the area of religion, which is where I understand the majority of scholarly discourse on such creatures come from, is not as extensive as other areas, though I do hope to learn from you all in this regard, and I also have books on their way here to help rectify this problem."

Jaware is a little aghast with the whole thing. He takes a while to recompose, but when he notices that people are introducing themselves, he takes the hint.

As I said earlier, I’m Jaware, archer and magic user. I seek fortune and glory in Wati. As of weaknesses I must admit I don’t have a clue about the intrinsic engineering behind the traps that are so commonly found in the Tombs of the Wati necropolis. I’m also not a healer and I could have practiced fencing more, but I can handle a sword if needed.

I really don’t have any problem with people’s ideologies and religions, but I was born a free man and I really value my freedom.

As for taboos and culture of the Osiriani, you must know that nothing is more important in Osirion than family and clan, at least among higher ranks of the Osiriani society. Actually, the two words are used as synonyms. Osiriani society will judged you by your family and status. I must warn also that Khemed III has a personal preference for freed slaves that is not really appreciate by most born-free man of Osirion. In fact, his Highness new laws, limiting the rights of slave owners, has made him not very popular among the richest people of Osirion. It is a very controversial topic and if want to pick a fight with someone it is good subject to discuss.

As for local customs, I’m not from Wati. I'm from the capital, Sothis. I know that many people here don’t agree with the opening and exploration of the ancients tombs, specially by foreigners.

While Jaware talks, Bernard will interject on occasion.

"Ah, an Archer and a magic user? Sounds like a Magus, which might mean we may share spells out of our books between us, yes?

"Yes, I have read about this - Slavery has been made illegal where I am from in Absalom, but it may be best to avoid the topic in the prescience of strangers. Thank you.

"I must admit, this reluctance regarding the opening of the Necropolis is what motivated me to ask some of these questions - as a foreigner, I am already likely to be viewed with suspicion, so learning what to avoid to not further inflame the situation is most helpful. As we saw with Herc, I find I have a natural talent for irritation I find hard to suppress at times."

'The necropolis is a big part of our history. To think of others seeing it as little more than a source of money does not sit well with many of us. I admit I am slightly more biased towards foreigners.. our customs of burial I understand are not common over in other lands, so les reason for those from said lands to respect them. Still it does seem that you Bernard at least care for the history around it. I am not sure others do.'

'Other things to be wary of... Many in Osirian are still wary of Qadira, and the Kelesh Empire. Our freedom is still new. It was Khemet I who overthrew their millennia long rule. In that time they tried to wipe out our gods and some of our customs. Including vastly pushing their own, especially the worship of Sarenrae.' She looks up to Esmae. 'Though I understand the Dawnflower is another aspect of the sun, and the clerics I meet on their dawnwalks as I do my own prayers are pleasant, I just wish that Horus, Ra and Khepri aren't forgotten. Others may be more...anti- kelesh about the whole thing though. So I just suggest no-one looks down on those who say they worship a god you have never heard of. Though again I am willing to share what I know of you all.'

Another way of viewing it is that, if it wasn't for the most militant members of the Dawnflower church, Osirion would never become a independent sultanate. And we probably wouldn’t have the power to defeat the might of the Empire of Kelesh. One thing is winning a civil war at home front, a complete different thing is defeating one of most powerful empires in the word. Sometimes bad things bring good results.

The duskwalker holds up her hands. 'Nothing against Sarenrae from me my friend. I admit history is not something I study, but I know the cult of the Dawnflower did help at least sow the path for Khemet I to overthrow the Keleshite Sultans, though as we have already mentioned slavery that specific cult is not one to ask about the matter. I just wish for all religions to be understood. Well all the ones who wish to aid people. You will not find me speaking good of say Urgathoa or Set. '

Bernard cannot resist a discussion on history.

"Yes, the Cult of the Dawnflower's roles as both villain and saviour within Osiriani history is quite fascinating. You might even say that their controversial role is what has brought us all here, since the need for economic stability whilst this relatively new yet old nation looks to settle on its cultural identity in the modern era."