Toraka_Stormheart

Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +7 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 35/35 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone Temperance listened intently, tilting her head gently to one side as her eyes fell on the mark. At an appropriate moment, delicate fingers traced a couple of the lines. "Or perhaps you are your goddess's vision that you fail to notice. Time will tell." Another lingering moment and the Nephilim broke away, nodding her head to the tall farmgirl. "I do have quite a bit to accomplish as well as a meeting. The distraction was...pleasant though. Thank you" Turning to her work, the blonde picked up her pen, starting to scribble on the ledger once more. As Kjersti got up to leave, Temperance spoke up once more, eyes not looking up from her work. "I won't object to more, though, perhaps later?" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +7 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 35/35 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone The words fall upon Temperance and seem to have the intended effect. Eyes remaining closed, her knit brow relaxes as she breathes, jaw starting to unclench as she rode out her roiling emotions...or further suppressed them, that was difficult to say. The mention of Temperance's reasoning for her name caused the corner of her mouth to twitch slightly, curling upwards fleetingly before she opened her eyes. "One of two gifts I took with me, the name. A reminder" Leaving it at that, the nephilim turned again to her sugary offering, finding it mostly consumed by now. Finishing it off, she turned again on the farmgirl, thinking about what she said, eyes falling on the rose imprint on her arm. "...You seem to carry that reminder as well...your stigmata. Your faith is enviable. Admirable. Time will see if it serves you well." "...As for what it's worth...what I've accomplished here would not have happened without the right...encouragement." Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +8 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 24/24 Rebel Points: 2/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone On the other side of the table, yellow eyes glanced up as Temperance listened to the conversation, working on her breakfast. Picking up her mug, the pitborn nephilim sipped at the overly sweetened and creamed coffee, the steam of the pale brown beverage filling her senses. It was a long moment as she paused, eyes trailing down as her brain worked through some things...calculating, processing. "...Thirty five." After the out of context statement, the blonde glanced up at Kjersti, then focused on Star, yellow eyes giving direct attention. "That is how many mouths ten sails will feed if you intend one basic meal a day for a month. Much less if you need to hire serving staff." Temperance paused to take another sip, closing her eyes. "I'm not saying it is a poor idea. But having a basis of understanding the means required would not go amiss" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +8 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 38/38 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone It was no mystery that the yellow eyes of Temperance wandered to the chained-rose imprint on Kjersti's arm every now and then. The wheels in her head were turning, and at a few moments it seemed as if she was going to bring it up to the farmgirl, only to stop. When the questions went back to her, the Nephilim's breath paused, cheeks flushing a little. "...What is there to say? Westcrown.." The words that followed seemed practiced, measured. "Westcrown is a jewel in the southern heart of Cheliax. A place of finery, innovation, industry, artistic renaissance, and commerce, second only to Egorian in Chelish tradition and custom." Letting out her breath, a simmering rage undertoned the Pitborn's next words. "A center of decadence and corruption. Power fleeting and in flux, blood and souls serving as bread and circus. To step in the shadows meant to risk your being. To step out of line risk your life." Taking a deep breath, clearly a practiced measure of centering, Temperance continued. "I saw much of the suffering from the outside, in my own Hell. Trained in servitude, given status only in appearance. A trophy, a novelty." Her eyes narrowed, a cold seething underlying her expression. "The riot and revolt that burned half the central square gave me my opportunity to leave, and I haven't looked back." Temperance softened, sighing as she closed her eyes, lowering her head after taking a very long drink of the very hot, sweet beverage. "The energy in my breast...rage...boiling...Temper Temper...keep myself of use, focus on the good...can't lose the good..." Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +8 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 38/38 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone The Rose of Kintargo Since returning from rescuing the de facto leader of the Cloven Hoof Society, Temperance seemed to be working tirelessly on something. She made several trips outside of the Wasp's Nest (It needs a new name...) and the Longroads Coffeehouse, returning as quietly as she left. Whatever time she spent was more often in her workshop on some task or other, personal or for the Ravens. Otherwise, she was practicing and training with whomever occupying their base would permit, or running up what is likely the largest tab of coffee, hot cocoa, and baked goods that Laria has ever seen (if she is keeping track). The biggest observed trend from the others, though, is that with each progressive day, the nephilim seemed to be in an increasingly sullen mood, growing quieter and more withdrawn with time. When Kjersti dropped into her workspace to drop her weapon off, the strange three-barrel pepperbox Temperance had recently unveiled lay in pieces on the work desk, the nephilim currently running a cylindrical brush of brass through the bore of one of the barrels. Quirking a brow, the wordless exchange was enough to let the blonde know she was needed, and donning her longcoat followed the redhead upstairs. Her spectacled yellow eyes peered intently as the figure revealed himself, and the introduction caused her to quirk a brow. This was a familiar face...this is the same man who designed the threads that she was wearing at this very moment. Straightening her white vest, Temperance also straightened her posture, dipping her head in a respectful nod. Hetamon was definitely a unique Hellspawn, and it made a Pitborn like her feel a little less out of place. "You put the tailors of Westcrown to shame. You have me as a patron for certain" A flicker of a smile lit her features before the topic turned to more serious matters. While most of the party was assumedly present (those that comprehended the conversation), even Temperance understood that the weight of connection lay with Maria, Hetamon, and Kjersti. Her eyes peered between the speaking parties, absorbing the weight of what was being shared, but keeping herself quiet. Her mind turned as the information was shared, various revelations giving the blonde nephilim pause. "We will not forget this offer, nor will we back away from a need you request. We know where to find each other" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Cecilia - AC: 18 Fort: +3 Ref: +8 Will: +5 HP: 17/17 Hero Points: 2/3 | Perception: +5 Ammunition: 30/30 | CantripsMessage Draw Moisture Stabilize | ConditionsNone Finishing her meal as they moved, Cecilia took her own set of supplies, nodding her head as she stepped closer to the door. "I think if I can slip beside them I can knock a couple up if needed. Depends on how crazy things get. What are we waiting for?" At least the Taldane isn't lacking for confidence. Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +8 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 38/38 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone "...I would like that, yes" The offer to bring Temperance along actually managed to bring a smile to Temperance's face, the tiefling taking another sip of cocoa before setting the mug down, wiping a bit that stayed on her lip. "The offer expired when a silver raven was placed in my hands." Said simply, matter of fact, but the words carried the tiefling's conviction as she looked directly at Kjersti again. "It's no Westcrown, but much of the suffering in Kintargo is the same. I saw so much of it from a so-called gilded cage." She paused, the observant noting that the blonde was catching herself from heating up by how she averted her gaze and held her breath for a beat. "...As much as I tried to leave. This is nice" Allowing another smile, Temperance resumed her indulgence of the food provided. "And a good way to channel myself" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Title Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +8 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 38/38 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone The baked confections placed between them was diminishing with certain rapidity as Temperance conversed with Kjersti, turning to give her full attention to the taller woman. Her coat was hung to the side, the tiefling simply wearing her breeches and blue linen shirt I'm the relative warmth of her workshop. At the mention of the Red Jills, Temperance's tone was flat as she responded. "They will help. Or at least not get in our way." Said so matter of fact: some confidence likely stemming from the shared industry that Ada and Temperance were connected through. A whisper of a smirk came on her lips as she took another bite, followed by another drink. "I have reason to now." Giving a long pause, she sat back, covering her mouth for a brief breath. "Ports are all but closed, and you...we need all the strength we can muster" Fixing her glasses, Temperance's yellow gaze trailed up to meet Kjersti in the eyes, the half-eaten pastry momentarily abandoned. "We may not always be so lucky. But the odds have improved somewhat" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Title Temperance - AC: 20 Fort: +8 Ref: +11 Will: +7 HP: 24/24 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +7 Ammunition: 20/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 Tanglefoot Bag: 1 | SpotterKjersti Volden | ConditionsNone The wee hours before dawn was no stranger to work for Temperance, and this morning was no exception. Yellow eyes perused a few documents as she scribbled some notes, the desk the tiefling had claimed for herself strewn with a smattering of documents, drawings, and haphazard notes. As Kjersti approaches, she can make out a few of the images...schematics, likely for the tech that the tiefling had come to be known for. The forefront of her attention, though, seemed to be a ledger or record of some kind. The short woman's nose sniffed quietly as the aroma of the offering, tail flicking in curiosity as she sat up straight in her chair. Blinking slowly, she kept facing forward as the farmgirl offered the tray, head tilted slightly as she processed the arrival. No urgency nor stress...at least there's that. Temperance's chest rose and fell slowly as she took a deep, centering breath, her hand drifting over to the fork as she used it to cut a sizable bite of pastry, bringing it to her lips and consuming it hungrily. "Not long. Early start" The fact it was also a late night was left unspoken as she turned slowly to face Kjersti, several more bites passing her lips before she partook of the sweet liquid cocoa. "Someone has to keep things straight, might as well be me. We won't gain any ground otherwise." Gesturing to the ledger, it was clear she was referring to this fledgling organization's assets. Another bite, another sip. "Still calm since our little rescue?" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 19 Fort: +6 Ref: +10 Will: +4 HP: 24/24 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +6 Ammunition: 15/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 | ConditionsNone The battle finished for the time being, Temperance strode casually onto the main area, boots clicking on stone as her hands reloaded the spent barrels on her new pepperbox. She paid no mind to the fallen, instead watching as Kjersti manages to dismantle the torture display. As Maria tended to Star, the shorter tiefling turned to the taller Zea, offering a hand to help her up and get her moving. "No time to waste" was all that the blonde muttered as she started back the way they came. She only paused to see Deadman mourning one of the dogs, her brow slightly raised. Behind her expression, deep waters rolled, but her usual coldness showed as she pushed for their exeunt. Show Mechanics Action 1: N/A Action 2: N/A Action 3: N/A

Cecilia - AC: 18 Fort: +3 Ref: +8 Will: +5 HP: 17/17 Hero Points: 2/3 | Perception: +5 Ammunition: 30/30 | CantripsMessage Draw Moisture Stabilize | ConditionsNone Pensively munching on her bready breakfast, Cecilia glanced between the others as she chewed. The thought of having to fight is not something she expected out of the school, but if it's part of their service requirements, then she supposes that's how it is. Besides, how hard can some gremlins be? "mmph...want me to come with? If we can't convince the keeper, there are undoubtably other options to pursue." Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Temperance - AC: 19 Fort: +6 Ref: +10 Will: +4 HP: 24/24 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +6 Ammunition: 15/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 | ConditionsNone With the majority of her compatriots (Kyla excepted) advanced into the main point of contestation, Temperance followed suit, her boots clicking on the stone as she made it to the joining path. Her grip adjusted, right hand taking the rifle in the middle as she held it relaxed, barrel pointed away and not ready to fire. Her left hand went to the small of her back, gripping the handle of her newest armament. Drawing it, the flash of sunlight on gunmetal signaled the appearance of the new Firearm. Smalller, handheld, a trio of barrels aligned on a plate rotating around the firing action, the trademark caplock tech present. Pointing the pepperbox forward, the tiefling's eyes narrowed at the goon behind Deadman, squarely discharging a shot into the back of their head before pulling the hammer again, rotating the barrels to rapidly send a follow up retort to the remaining perpetrator... Show Mechanics Action 1: Stride per roll20 Action 2: Quick Draw strike against CCG goon, critically hits for 12 damage, kills. Marked on map. Action 3: Strike against CCG goon, hits for 5 damage.

Temperance - AC: 19 Fort: +6 Ref: +10 Will: +4 HP: 24/24 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +6 Ammunition: 17/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 | ConditionsNone As the vulgar display was underway, and one of the goons decided to taunt their victim, a lone silver raven alighted next to it, perching on a branch of the surrounding shrubbery. A single, pristine caw came out of its beak as it disrupted the otherwise silent tormenting. In the back corner, the blonde tiefling's eyes were wide open, nostrils flared as Temperance set her jaw forward, lips pursed as she took in a deep breath. Without a word, her arm went back, twirling the rifle into existence from her shoulder as she brought it up to sight. A loud peal, and the goon nearest Professor suddenly found a hole in its chest, and the one guarding the nearest path was soon to follow. Without any retort, taunt, or outward show of emotion whatsoever, the tiefling began her advancing assault... Show Mechanics Free Action: Stride, granted by Into the Fray Action 1: Quick Draw rifle, Strike against CCG goon, hits and kills Action 2: Reload Action 3: Strike against CCG goon, hits and kills Affected targets marked on roll20 with red Xs

Temperance - AC: 19 Fort: +6 Ref: +10 Will: +4 HP: 24/24 Rebel Points: 4/3 | Perception: +6 Ammunition: 19/20 (40 Reserve) | Alchemy PreparedAlchemical Cartridges: 20 | ConditionsNone Temperance followed suit, her posture impassive as the terms of the new mission became clear. Only the most observant of the other Ravens would spot the slight twitch to her eye and brow, yellow eyes piercing as she looked in the general direction they were pointed. "It's never simple" Was all the tiefling muttered as she fixed the collar of her leather longcoat, adjusting the invisible rifle strap across her shoulder. Reaching into her pocket with a free hand, she pulled out a small object, bringing it to her lips with a whisper. With a flutter, Professor came to rest upon her shoulder, a dignified expression on its face as the gunslinger started walking with purpose. Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3:

Cecilia - AC: 18 Fort: +3 Ref: +8 Will: +5 HP: 17/17 Hero Points: 2/3 | Perception: +5 Ammunition: 30/30 | CantripsMessage Draw Moisture Stabilize | ConditionsNone Looking very much like the cat whom ate the canary on the way back to the University, Cecilia found herself filled with pride at her impromptu and clever means of ensuring that their mission was a success. So much so that she didn't mind the myriad bags of trinkets, decorations, and numerous indulgences that she had procured for herself and had to carry the whole way back. Dropping such off, the Taldan spent much of the evening cavorting with her fellow classmates, making a middling show of cards until finally retiring fairly late into the night. The following morning, Cecilia overslept, again, making her late to the meeting, again. A sweetroll was dangling from her lips as she rushed to the meeting spot, another in hand as she regained her breath, catching up on what the assignment was this particular time. "Gremlins, hm? Shouldn't be too difficult to rein them in. Which storage room do we -mmph- have to go to?" Show Mechanics Action 1: Action 2: Action 3: