Not a single one of the characters is mine, even if some of the language is saltier. This question was posed:
Who would you turn to if you if you needed help desperately?
Ammon: Help? No one would offer help to me of their own free will. There is always a cost for the 'help' of others. Even noble idiots like paladins and commanders want something, perhaps they even hope that they can make the world, or even make me, better.
I prefer to set the terms for any help I need. Never turn to someone else with only hope, when you have reached that point of desperation. Hopes don't accomplish much of anything useful.
Bishop: I guess you're not thinking of Karnwyr helping me for this problem of yours? No? ((shakes head)) No one I can think of. I've always been on my own, I can survive on my own without this help of yours. No one helps without a motive of their own.
The pup? Fuck, yes. I'd just take whatever potion or magic I need from whoever would most likely have it. You, most likely, commander... you make sure everyone else has them. You must have them too.
What, really?
Casavir: My Lord Tyr of course, as well as my brothers and sisters. Amongst our company, most are worthy people, and I would welcome their help if they will. Some of us would not proffer help if I were to need it.
I have no doubt you would help, my lady, but some help comes at too high a cost and I would not want... ((grunts)) Very well, I will do as you wish, if it should occur.
Elanee: Much would depend on the urgency of this desperation. If it were truly urgent, I would ask even the ranger and pray the cost is not too high. If sufficient time was not a question, I would prefer to consult the wisdom of my Circle. Or, at least a Circle.
Of the people in this odd circle, yourself and the paladin would be willing to help. The bard would also be willing, but I am not as sure that he would be... balanced in his attempts to be of assistance. Sand would most likely help, even though he has almost completely forgotten his connection to nature. The others might help, or might not, frail reeds in times of strife.
Grobnar: My, my. If things were desperate for me, that means we are in some kind of confrontation, or that my audience is already past throwing tomatoes and into more painful objects. Then, only hiding and escape is what I need to do.
Confrontations. sigh Who I would turn to, would depend on the nature of my desperate need. Physical threats would mean Sir Paladin, Master Dwarf, or even yourself, Commander. Magical threats would make Elanee, Master Sand, or Sage Zhjaeve the better choices. I might turn to the others, depending on the situation...
But things are rarely as desperate as they appear, and dark clouds eventually break. I hope everyone remembers that.
Khelgar: If I had 'me clan about me, I would not even need to turn. Ironfists stick together.
But when travelin' with ye, there are fewer I'd depend on in a rough 'n tumble fight. Young Casavir, you, lass... Strangely enough, even the fiendling.
Neeshka: You, Stubby, and Casavir. Grobnar would help, but would probably fry off my hair by mistake or sing a new shudder Wendersnaven song for his spell. The others, I'm not as sure they'd help me. Some would probably want things worse than my problem, in order for me to get their help.
That's the bad part of relying on Tymora sometimes, luck can end at really, really bad times. Skill and nerve are more persistent.
Qara: I don't really need help. Once my powers have grown, I can hire servants to handle all the annoying little chores you and your uncle find it amusing for me to have to do. If only I had my portion, I could go somewhere else, and return as a power to teach them what they owe me.
Sand: Hmm.
Hmm, that is an interesting consideration, my dear Commander. No, I'd never really had anyone I could expect help from without a deal or favor being involved. Negotiating becomes an automatic reaction and way to limit the costs of gaining assistance. My very thought processes were becoming as warped as an old meadow fence.
But even as I was working on your defense, I saw you had attracted many to your side without deals or such strong arm tactics. Some are the antitheses of my former associates. I believe yourself, young Casavir, and even... the too cheerful Grobnar, would help without delay, or even considering deals or contracts. Altruism is a dangerous infection, but I am becoming convinced of its secondary benefits. And that is not something I would have expected to learn from this campaign.
Shandra: Alaine is one of my few friends, and my neighbors in Highcliff are most likely happy I'm gone. I have no kin.
So, I would ask some of your zoo. The paladin, the Ironfist, and the druid should be safe choices. The others are too weird or smarmy. I'd ask you also, but I can't say I'm that used to owing a swampy like this.
Zhjaeve: I do not really know any others here on the Prime. If I were desperate elsewhere, there would far more likely be some of my people I could call upon. Here, I only know of your clan to call upon in my desperation.
You, of course, even if you know little of the forces beyond this corner of the Prime, your link to the shards say that the legacy of Gith moves you and moves about you. The warrior faith-holder, as his soul is pure and belief is strong. That determined belief can make its own miracles, even if his power is not as he thinks. The rogue has infernal blood, but a lighter soul. Her blood is a font of power, even if she doesn't know how to use it; she is the potential of a boulder about to roll down the Spire. It could disappear into the chasm, it could destroy a gate town, or it could simply float there.
The others may or may not be willing, but I would be desperate if a threat came from beyond this sphere, and the three of you have the most potential in those places where no shadows are.