<Cough!>
"There are all kinds of goodies in here that I'd love to read, just let me browse like the rest of you and I'll give oaf here his sight back."
"If you think there's some kind of slaying arrow on these bookshelves that will solve your demon problem though, you're dead wrong. If these feeble clerics of Aroden had the secret to eliminating me on their shelves don't you think they would have used it?"
"And come on, Cordoba, this knife at the throat thing is getting old. You know Ryor was an orphan? He grew up on the streets. He thought you guys were his friends, although you sir did give him the creeps. Are you really gonna stick him just to kick me out of one body into another. Do I need to take the oaf just to show you I can?"
"You want a show, Cordoba?"
Jon curses some more....
"Besides, Ryor's life what are you prepared to offer, demon?"
"Let me think..."
<Short pause.>
"... nothing?"
Cordoba, please. Ve must bide our time with him. No point in hacking up your friend for nothing, the demon would only find another to possess. Let us find that which he seeks and see why he seeks it. *Aref starts looking for something that would interest the demon....*
"But don't you see... if we let him have his way this time he'll just raise the stakes later...."
"Because that's what you'd do, wouldn't you Cordoba?"
"Touche."
"I have to confess... I really am giving serious thought to ending the life of your host."
Jon curses some more....
"Touche."
"I have to confess... I really am giving serious thought to ending the life of your host."
"I too must confess to feeling this urge, anyone else? Shall we vote?"
"Sorry. Don't believe in democracy."
Cordoba, ve must bide our time friend. This is not the time for this. When knowledge has been gained and the time has come none shall strike faster or harder than I, but this en passe vhich ve are at is not serving a meaningful end. Demon, drop your weapons as a gesture and lets move on with getting to dis library you were so eager to explore.
"You guys better search for the item Vass here is looking for."
Vass drops his sword, daggers, crossbow....
Standing above a prodigious pile of pointy things, he smiles suspiciously at Aref.
"Now, Vass, lift your curse on Jon."
"The more people looking for what it is you are looking for, the faster it is found, yes?" The Deceiver asks rhetorically.
<With an exaggerated yawn.>
"You are such a boor, Cordoba."
<He clicks his fingers and waves them at Jon theatrically.>
Jon:
<Still in Cordoba's throat hold, rolls his eyes up toward the Deceiver.>
"Ahem. You think you could take a little of the top, too?"
"In the spirit of cooperation, you're off the hook for now, Vass."
The Deceiver cautiously removes his weapon away from Ryor's jugular and steps away.
For Kruelaid
The hour is getting late, but the sun has not yet set outside.
Rad:
Actually Vadatajs is a Latvian demon from I story I heard as a little boy and the short name Vass comes from a NF skinhead punker I had some comings and goings with when I was young and hot blooded.
The real Vass, Paul Vass -- skinhead from Edmonton, Alberta, bordering the northern wastes of Canada -- was barely literate and only capable of the most vulgar humor, although his timing and his pranks serve as some inspiration for the demon.... He was said by several accounts, for example, to have urinated in the Chili of a well known posh restaurant in my hometown while working as a dishwasher. He also enjoyed a good face kicking and was apparently indifferent as to who was kicking and who was being kicked, even if it was him on the receiving end. My friend once (righteously) hospitalized him... and Vass came rolling right back out of emergency in a wheelchair with a smile on his stitched together lips after be carried in his assailants.
Jon is pissed off.
hit,damage (1d20+8=19, 1d3+4=6)
Jon hit Vass on his chest
For Kruelaid
Caught totally off guard, Vass flops over.
Rad:
<Vass sneers at Jon and the unholy fire that now and then flashes behind his eyes blazes for just a moment.>
"You WILL regret that, ox. And for the record..."
<He hisses.>
"You're never going to see your homeland again."
"Now, now, demon. Play nice."
The hour is getting late, but the sun has not yet set outside.
Rad:** spoiler omitted **
Rackham reads through the entire tome of metaphysical lore in a surprisingly short time. He focuses his full attention on Vass for the remaining amount of time spent in the library.
Syd whistles a happy tune.
Syd whistles a happy tune.
"Can you even read?"
Aref reads his scroll, which melts into a snakelike form and slithers off into a crack in the wall, and tosses his rope at the possessed Ryor. 1d20 4=20 ranged touch. The rope quickly wraps around the Demon and entangles him. Animate Rope. "Quickly friends, get out more rope and bind him, I grow tired of dis verbal sparring." Aref pulls out a small bag and prepares to throw it if the demon looks like he is escaping the rope.
Vass looks alarmed for a moment as the rope coils around him. Then his eyes roll back and he goes limp.
Jon:
1d20 2=15 will
"Get out ovf my head!"
"Oh, no..."
"Get out ovf my head!"
Aref:
Thoughts about your family... a woman?
"Oh, no..."
I don't think so, I'm taking all this as happening while you flip through your book in the late evening.
Aref:** spoiler omitted **
DM-
"Get out of my head you pathetically veak, demon! My mental fortitude is more than a match for your paltry powers. Bind Him!"
Ian:
"Course I can read, woddya fink I am, uneducated or sumfink?" Syd says, "I like a nice friller abaht pirates."
I don't think so, I'm taking all this as happening while you flip through your book in the late evening."Oh, no..."
After Aref's outburst everyone looks down at Ryor in silence, then at each other.
"Course I can read, woddya fink I am, uneducated or sumfink?" Syd says, "I like a nice friller abaht pirates."
I'll take that one right before Aref throws the rope. Vass never gets to answer.