Amaya, concerned, looks like she wants to move up, but instead sticks to the plan of shooting the crossbow (; ). Despite the press of bodies that she wants to avoid, she manages to tag this skeleton as well.
The remaining skeleton, flanked by Mathalen and Gorvio snaps (, , ; , , ; , , ; possible crit ) at the breathing bodies around him. While Mathalen, more nimble on her feet than expected, manages to dodge blow of the attacks directed to her, Gorvio is not as lucky. While his leather armor saves him from a truly killing blow, the swipe of the clawed paw knocks him to the ground, bleeding heavily.
Tarvi looks around Ermolos, black consolidating around her hand which then flies directly into the undead beast (). "Get away from him." The bolt of shadowy force pulverizes the undead dog back into true death. With relief, "Well, I was going to ask if someone else wants to be in melee in my place, but that seems rude now."
Almost as the dog is being turned into bone chips, Mathalen moves over it's remains to check for a pulse. Almost as she is nodding in confirmation of the other's life, Fiosa moves up and puts a hand on Gorvio's shoulder () causing most of his wounds to close. There are a few relived smiles as Gorvio's golden eyes open. He looks over at Ermolos, voice wry, "If I'm going to be the punching bag for this party, we are trading armor."
Once it is clear that he is no longer in danger, the group moves into the house, still cautious. A short time later they exit. With confidence, Amaya announced the house is clear. Followed quickly by, "But there is not loot, filthy or otherwise." This being added by a disappointed Tarvi.
As they move to the next house (the one that was supposed to hold undead), Tarvi falls in next to Cassian, bounce in her step. Proud, whispering, "Did you see?"
Meanwhile, Fiosa asks a far different question, "Is it better to heal Gorvio now or wait?" Still looking concerned for the slimmer boy.
Bone1 -10
Bone2 -11
Amaya -0
Ermolos -0
Fiosa -0
Gorvio -4
Mathalen -0
Tarvi -0
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She looks like she is about to make a flippant comment when she catches that edge of something more in his eyes. She doesn't flee, only confidence noticeable from her demeanor. She returns the kiss with passion, a chuckle in her throat with the pressure of his hand in her hair. When the kiss breaks, quiet words into his lips, "So, sleeping with his older brother, will he be more or less likely to try to seduce me?"
Janiven looks at him, green eyes searching. "Gifts make more sense and carry more weight when they are given by the one who thought of them." Her comment quiet, something in the way she holds her head shows that she may have seen his desire to keep distance between himself and the rest of the group. However, she sees no reason to make it easy for him.
An familiar figure walks into the lunch dive, motioning for a sandwich to the girl at the counter. She walks over the your table and sits. The place is loud enough that she can speak quietly without too much risk of being overheard. "Rumor that you are moving out of Crua. If so, you are leaving a very sad landlord, something about far fewer break-ins since you've been in the building."
She looks over at him fully, "Are your daytime haunts going to change too?"
"What part are you going to try for?" Fiosa asks. "I mean, there is only one female part, but I've heard that many troupes either dress their actors up as the other gender... or I guess they could just change some of the names for a more feminine bent." She seems... bubbly?
it is a bad idea to let someone go into a fight wounded Melilot tells Fiosa. however it is a worse idea to have no healing left in reserve for emergencies if that is the alternative
As they move to the next house (the one that was supposed to hold undead), Tarvi falls in next to Cassian, bounce in her step. Proud, whispering, "Did you see?"
"I saw," Cassian says, fighting a grin. "Now stay focused so I can see again."
Gravlax watches the fight, eating nuts from a bag.
"Well done," he says to the combatants, eyes passing over each in turn.
"Almond?"
the more of us who get parts the easier this will be then Melilot says. since acting in a tortuous play in order to break into the enchanted dungeon so that we can explore the forbidden ruin sounds depressingly like the simplest possible plan
"The thought that this is the simplest plan is horrifying," Gravlax says. "Nevertheless, I am in. Unless someone can come up with a better plan."
the more of us who get parts the easier this will be then Melilot says. since acting in a tortuous play in order to break into the enchanted dungeon so that we can explore the forbidden ruin sounds depressingly like the simplest possible plan"The thought that this is the simplest plan is horrifying," Gravlax says. "Nevertheless, I am in. Unless someone can come up with a better plan."
"Heard about the play earlier this week. I'll audition, unless anyone else wants to pass himself off as a Tiefling with a death wish?" Rev states softly.
Gravlax watches the fight, eating nuts from a bag.
"Well done," he says to the combatants, eyes passing over each in turn.
"Almond?"
"Prefer hazelnuts." Rev says from his spot, which is, coincidentally, just close enough to catch the combatants in a burst of positive energy should they need it.
Gravlax returns the smile. "I will not take advantage of you with personal questions in your injured state."
Gravlax catches her wrist briefly, and squeezes gently in return.
"Although I would like to help solve your problem," he says.
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She doesn't chuckle, but if someone could chuckle without giving any physical indication of it, that is what Yuuki does. "Why don't you stop by today at 2:30. You can watch as they finish up the last pieces and ask her after." A pause, a impish smile, "That way if she rejects you, you still had a pleasant show."
"Yes. I was once told it is a much happier world if you choose to notice the positive things happening around you. I think that would be one of them." Azhar bows slightly,smiles and says sincerely, "Thank you for the recommendation, Mrs. Kaijitsu." before making his exit.
As they move to the next house (the one that was supposed to hold undead), Tarvi falls in next to Cassian, bounce in her step. Proud, whispering, "Did you see?""I saw," Cassian says, fighting a grin. "Now stay focused so I can see again."
Cassian and Tarvi may or may not notice, but Azhar is beaming at them as well before he turns his attention to Amaya, You made some really difficult shots, 'maya. You did well. I think we need to get you some blunt bolts for something just like this though." He smiles at her, not bothering to hide his fondness for her.
Gravlax watches the fight, eating nuts from a bag.
"Well done," he says to the combatants, eyes passing over each in turn.
"Almond?"
Azhar seconds the comment, but not the offer. He does accept one, however.
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Azhar goes out looking for...chocolate. More specifically, dark chocolate.
"Heard about the play earlier this week. I'll audition, unless anyone else wants to pass himself off as a Tiefling with a death wish?" Rev states softly.
"The way I see it, we have two options. Audition and get invited to the house as actors, or just sneak in. And there's no godsdamned way I'm gluing horns to my head."
Fiosa nods at the advice and touches Gorvio once again. ()
At the next door they again check for traps and again set back to let Cassian open the door. This time, Tarvi stays a little further back, splitting the group evenly between melee and ranged. Given the size of the building, they decided it would be better to draw out the undead creature. Ermolos again opens the door. As soon as he does, the stench of rotting meat wafts out. Most of the rebels start to turn a little green at the smell, Ermolos and Mathalen both do not seem as bothered by it as the others.
Ermolos
Fiosa
Gorvio
Mathalen
Tarvi
Rot Grub
Like the smaller versions, they tend to latch onto prey and gnaw at it until it goes still, then they feast.
Amaya, once again, acts as soon as the door opens. Purple eyes wide, looking horrified, "ugh, what is that?" The question, however does not keep her from taking a potshot through the door. () A thunk of the bolt harmless hitting wood.
Mathalen readies to bat at the mass of moving flesh that she can make out in the dimness when it comes out, standing where she should get flanking from Gorvio. Tarvi, glances at Cassian to see if her brother recognizes the white, pulsing creature, then forms a much light ball of energy in her hands which shimmers as she throws it at the creature. () The magic hits the far wall, aimed to high. "ew ew ew ew ew" Softly, almost under her breath.
A twitching, pale maggot the size of a large dog worms its way out the door. Mathalen swings at it (, ) dealing the creature the first solid blow of the battle. The creature rears up, four-jawed mouth agape and attacks the wiry woman. () Mathalen again manages to stay away from the enemy.
Not seeing undead and having no one to heal. Fiosa recites an uplifting poem about flowers from the filth of the earth.
With flanking Gorvio attempts to smash the grub. (, ) Now healed, his aim is far better. Moments later, Ermolos moves to box in the creature and prevent its escape back into the house smelling of decomposing body. With a practiced air, he swings his longsword (, ) cutting deep into the wriggling maggot.
Rot Grub -18
Amaya -0
Ermolos -0
Fiosa -0
Gorvio -0
Mathalen -4
Tarvi -0
"Heard about the play earlier this week. I'll audition, unless anyone else wants to pass himself off as a Tiefling with a death wish?" Rev states softly."The way I see it, we have two options. Audition and get invited to the house as actors, or just sneak in. And there's no godsdamned way I'm gluing horns to my head."
Janiven smiles, "Well, for those who can't sneak in, the mayor will likely want his guests of honor to show up in full costume and if Nonon wants 'actors' who will survive the Seven Trials, he'll probably be expecting adventuring types. Theater budgets being what they are, he will no doubt be thrilled if you use your own weapons and armor. Which means that the actors will be able to get in fulled armed and armored."
Auditions start in the morning and while there aren't that many takers to join the dangerous production, there are a few people there. In about the middle of the seating is a short, stout man, human but one that could almost pass for a dwarf. His huge walrus mustache is waxed and the toupee has seen better days. Near him is a familiar blonde haired, blue eyed man, Thesing. A few rows back is a tall, lean beauty.
However, he is known for getting some of the best performances out of the actors that can survive his acid tongue.
Her performance as the domineering, scheming Witch of Roses was so entrancing, the director immediately fired the Visbarontess from the remaining run and arranged for the young ingenue to keep the role for the rest of the run.
As the hour for auditions to start rolls around, Nonon stands looking at paltry mass of humanity gathered on the stage. "I am sure that some of you came here for a specific part. However, I have neither the time nor the inclination to pander to your delusions. As such you will all auditions for all of the open parts."
"First, our lead: Larazod Rilsane." He picks of a sheaf of papers, reading quickly in a flat voice, "A tiefling at a time when being a tiefling isn't easy. To most Chelaxians, tieflings are considered a distasteful mixing of pure bloodlines and diabolic influences based not on thoughtful and potent compacts and bargains, but rather a crude relationship and mere carnal episode bearing rotten fruit. Larazod is a low-ranking scion of a lesser house and has no real influence. He achieved nominal acclaim as an officer in the Everwar but has never really been recognized as a hero. He is an odd choice for Asmodeus's messenger, but his faith in the Dark Lord is peerless and unquestioning. He is a simple and low-ranking member of society who is chosen nonetheless by Asmodeus to right a terrible wrong through faith alone."
He looks up at the stage, "Each of you were given Larazod's first soliloquy when you came in, please read the first two lines. Make it count."
A pause, "It says so much about Westcrown that her people demand blood and circus in the afternoon." The idea depressing.
She is quiet for a moment, "Do you not want me to look into the new places to find you?" Her green eyes catching his, fully aware of all the many reasons why he might want her to keep a distance.
"Although I would like to help solve your problem," he says.
Unless he pulls away, she leaves her hand in his. "Why?"
It is findable - It would be 1 gp per serving, unless you are looking for high end chocolate which ranges from 2 gp-16 gp a serving.
so um i noticed or i thought i noticed i could be wrong that you do not have a reach weapon on hand as a backup and you know um what with the risk of facing large enemies or flying monsters always such a pain you know anyway um
Melilot coughs, which sounds rather like the noise made when a cat sneezes.
She indicates the engraved lucerne hammer she brought in earlier.
Tarvi, glances at Cassian to see if her brother recognizes the white, pulsing creature, then forms a much light ball of energy in her hands which shimmers as she throws it at the creature.
Cassian shrugs helplessly.
Cassian is not auditioning, but he is wandering around the theater. Mostly exploring.
Melilot walks onto the stage carrying some large dark object under one arm.
in case there are any questions about my survivability i brought this. She hands whatever it is lightly to a stagehand. hold this please
She then reads her lines.
Perform:
mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl dignity mmbl mmbl sword
... and perhaps hopes that the effects of whatever it was she did beforehand distracts from the fact that hearing her read is about as exciting as listening to a block of wood and very nearly as audible.
"Try not to get bitten," Azhar says matter of factly, as if someone would actually let themselves get bitten. "Poisonous bite. Makes it's prey weaker."
Melilot walks onto the stage carrying some large dark object under one arm.
in case there are any questions about my survivability i brought this. She hands whatever it is lightly to a stagehand. hold this please
She then reads her lines.
mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl mmbl dignity mmbl mmbl sword
... and perhaps hopes that the effects of whatever it was she did beforehand distracts from the fact that hearing her read is about as exciting as listening to a block of wood and very nearly as audible.
The stagehand almost drops the 'anvil' on his toes. Clearly, he is a far better actor than the blonde.
"I'm making a hash of speaking today." She thinks for a moment, tearing off a small piece of her sandwich and eating it. With a shrug, "Do you want me to keep finding you in the future?"
Voice dropping a bit, "About two-thirds of the way down the stairs..." Her eyes are direct, "If you want me to leave you alone, except for work..." The offer is genuine, even if she clearly doesn't want to make it.
First and easiest thing to see when you are poking around backstage is a stocky hunchback, massively muscled draging sandbags to repair the curtain counterbalance. While doing this he watches the audition on stage with a mixture of interest, pleasure, and envy.
After her less than stellar audition, Melilot sighs, puts her hands around the ankle of the stagehand who is still holding her anvil, picks him up, and carries him offstage.
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perform: act:
Azhar says the lines as written, with some feeling even, projecting his voice so that the 'audience' may hear cliearly. He actually sounds pretty d@mn good. It's gotta be a fluke.
Azhar picks up a 2gp 'serving' of both milk and dark chocolate, just in case.
He arrives at the Westcrown Glassworks at about 2:30pm. If Yuuki is in, he smiles bows slightly and inquires if he may enter the workshop, does so and sits quietly, again avidly observing both the process and the workers alike.
** spoiler omitted **
Melilot coughs, which sounds rather like the noise made when a cat sneezes.
** spoiler omitted **
Azhar hefts up a lucerne hammer, taking care not to put it through anything surrounding him. "Why, that's very nice Mel. It looks to be very well made. That was very thoughtful of you." He spends some time examining it and takes a few practice swings. "So, um, can I give you something for your trouble?"
After her less than stellar audition, Melilot sighs, puts her hands around the ankle of the stagehand who is still holding her anvil, picks him up, and carries him offstage.
Azhar raises an eyebrow. "Well, that's one way to get noticed." he says to no one in particular. He actually is quite impressed by Mel's display. He already knew she was strong, but considering the way she looks, it's easy to forget. Not so much when she pulls something like that off.
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"You visited the Glittering Palace earlier. I think it was the 22nd. Do you mind my asking why?"
Gravlax stares off into space. "The Glittering Palace ... The Glittering Palace...."
Gravlax snaps his fingers. "Right! I asked Tarvi to the opera. She said no. Why?"
Cassian gets a eureka look on his face as he finally realizes what this whole thing is about. "Yes, I still want to see you. If you want to take me back to your place I can show you just how much, if you like," he says, only half joking.
"Let me guess," Cassian says, leaning against the wall. "You're a sensitive soul, maybe even a musical genius. You long for the heart of that tall drink of water over there, Miss Calseinica Nymmis, and who could blame you. The problem is, she looks like that, and you look like this, but if only you could get her to see beauty within your misshapen chest, she would love you."
Cassian grins. "How close was I?"
"The way I see it, we have two options. Audition and get invited to the house as actors, or just sneak in. And there's no godsdamned way I'm gluing horns to my head."
At least five snippy responses flash across Gravlax's face.
Gravlax shakes his head, but says nothing.
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er she says. something like what
Azhar's voice lowers to match Mel's, "Well, you are a weaponsmith, right? You should be paid for your work. I'd be happy to pay you what you think it's worth" he says sincerely, "...within reason of course." he adds grinning.
..
Gravlax stares off into space. "The Glittering Palace ... The Glittering Palace...."
Gravlax snaps his fingers. "Right! I asked Tarvi to the opera. She said no. Why?"
"You asked Tarvi to the opera...and she said 'no'." Azhar repeats out loud. He looks...well, basically astonished. Then catches himself, "Uh, no, I think there was an um..misunderstanding is all." he looks away, gets a quizzical look and his eyes return to Gravalax. "Out of curiosity though, did she happen to say why? Why she said 'no', I mean?"
Unless he pulls away, she leaves her hand in his. "Why?"
Gravlax does not answer right away, although he reddens slightly.
"Because it is the right thing to do" he says eventually.
If Gravlax is at the auditions, he is there in disguise.
An older gentleman shuffles up to the front of the stage. "Antonio Fibonacci, reading Larazod Rilsane."
"Larazod knows no lies great magistrate and no slanderers tongue caresses my dignity the accusations you speak are as true as Asmodeus sword."
Wooden beyond belief, but his voice projects.
Gravlax waits and watches, and is holding an almond in his right hand. Just in case.
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"You asked Tarvi to the opera...and she said 'no'." Azhar repeats out loud. He looks...well, basically astonished. Then catches himself, "Uh, no, I think there was an um..misunderstanding is all." he looks away, gets a quizzical look and his eyes return to Gravalax. "Out of curiosity though, did she happen to say why? Why she said 'no', I mean?"
"This whole endeavor has been one big misunderstanding," Gravlax says, a touch sourly.
"She gave me a reason," Gravlax says. "I never followed up on it, but she did take Amaya, so I don't doubt her."
Gravlax meets Azhar's gaze squarely.
"What was I supposed to have done?"
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"This whole endeavor has been one big misunderstanding," Gravlax says, a touch sourly.
"She gave me a reason," Gravlax says. "I never followed up on it, but she did take Amaya, so I don't doubt her."
Gravlax meets Azhar's gaze squarely.
"What was I supposed to have done?"
"It was taken as a threat, but I think there was something either forgotten or not communicated." his mouth tightens and his head tilts slightly, "let me try talking with Tarvi and we'll see where it leads." he nods and turns to leave.
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She thinks for a moment, "Not at all personality-wise, but skill wise you would make a good torturer." She starts to laugh. "Granted it is normally played by a giant of a man..."
Her eyes find his, her voice amazed, "You're... not..." She is silent for a long moment, then darkens. Eyes direct. Quietly, "I want that." A pause, "I was expecting you to blow me off," she says honestly, "I am supposed to be protecting a ninny that wants to go hunting in Cader."
The hunchback snorts. "Actors... it's all about the surface with actors." He smiles over at the leaning rogue, "And the surface is always a lie."
He motions to the people ready to move onto stage, "Are you one of the 'adventurers'?
She looks back at him, "Are there any rules that cover what we should do now?" Partially teasing, mostly curious.
Yuuki is in and the glasswork floor is hot. After about an hour and a quarter, Amaya and Arata seem to be finished with the more artistic portions of their craft. As Arata starts to help the men with what looks like a long process of cooling the machinery, pouring the remainder of the glass into molds so nothing goes to waste.
Amaya comes over to where Azhar is standing. Sweaty and hot she still smiles up at the far taller aasimar. "Hello Mr. Amin."
She is easy to find at work. ()
When Azhar comes in both Tarvi and her mother, a severely attractive woman, are helping customers. However, the place isn't too crowded.
"Well, one of us will be doing some blowing," Cassian says, rising. Janiven might notice he's already hard, if she has the inclination to look closely, and if she looks up at him, she will find him staring back at her. It is an all-consuming gaze, one that implies she is the only one he is looking at, at least in this moment. "When are you looking after this ninny? And is this your way of asking for back up? I'll need to be paid, of course." He lets her mull that over as he moves a little closer. Then, much softer: "And not in coin."
"I've been known to adventure in my time, but I jump through hoops for no man." Cassian's smile has softened a bit, turned a little more genuine for the hunchback. "And if you're not a musical savant turned opera ghost, what is it you do around here?"
Ailyn
She looks like she is about to make a flippant comment when she catches that edge of something more in his eyes. She doesn't flee, only confidence noticeable from her demeanor. She returns the kiss with passion, a chuckle in her throat with the pressure of his hand in her hair. When the kiss breaks, quiet words into his lips, "So, sleeping with his older brother, will he be more or less likely to try to seduce me?"Janiven
Janiven looks at him, green eyes searching. "Gifts make more sense and carry more weight when they are given by the one who thought of them." Her comment quiet, something in the way she holds her head shows that she may have seen his desire to keep distance between himself and the rest of the group. However, she sees no reason to make it easy for him.
His hands run down her sides, rest comfortably at her hips. His touch somewhere between possessive and erotic, as he looks down into her eyes. His expression amused, yet thoughtful. "Hmm. You're gorgeous, more than that, you're stunning, and if he thought you were interested in him, I don't think he'd hesitate, but the last few weeks, his head's been in the clouds, so I'm not sure if he'd make the first move." Rev answers in his quiet low voice. "I suppose if you are interested in the over-muscled paragon of goodness, we could always leave the door open." He's at least half serious. He's shared women with his brother before, and he's never found reason to be jealous yet. And he finds that he likes her. Wants her to be satisfied, and is thus perfectly content to share her if that's what she wants.
He smiles at her, as he gazes into her eyes. She really was stunning. And smart. And adventurous. Someone was going to be very lucky to end up with her, if she ever settled down. His hands on her hips tighten, and he lifts her, sitting her down on the kitchen counter. He's lost a lot of strength, but this he can manage, she is slim, after all. Now they were the same height. Counters were really quite useful. "I doubt you will be getting a lot of sleep though." He says wickedly, and kisses her again. His lips tasting hers, his tongue parting her lips, to skillfully dart inside her mouth.
Rev instantly tries to hide his feelings. When did he become so easy to read? So... predictable? Soft even. Bluff. Janiven can probably see through his feigned indifference. But perhaps she sees that his distancing himself, lashing out at others is how he keeps himself safe. Safe from being hurt. Safe from disappointment. If he didn't get too close to anyone, then they couldn't exploit his weaknesses. And more-so, then they couldn't be used against him by his mother. It was inevitable, in his mind, that one day she'd remember her son was running amok in the world, and when he was finally strong enough to be of use to her, she'd leverage anything she could to use him. That's what she did, after all. She was a Deamon. Only allies of great strength, or those who had powerful allies in turn would be safe then. He had to be careful who he got close to.
"I think it unlikely she'd want to accept something from me after I threatened her." He finally says.
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Azhar gazes down at her, quite open about his fondness. "Hello Miss Kaijitsu." he smiles, taking her hands if she meets him half-way, but does not insist on forcing the issue. "Thank you for blessing me with your smile." his eyes twinkle as he looks down into hers, "I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me for tea? I would really like to get the chance to talk with you further if you would be open to it."
Azhar bows slightly, "Hello Tarvi, do you think I could have a moment? I have a question about...um, Gravlax."
Meanwhile, Fiosa asks a far different question, "Is it better to heal Gorvio now or wait?" Still looking concerned for the slimmer boy.
Rev is silent for a moment. Then finally, he says, "It depends. How much power you can chanel before you burn out. How tough he is. How big you think the next fight will be. If you have more combat that needs facing today. These things you have to consider. Do you heal him now and maybe later, not have enough to save someone who is closer to death. Do you let him enter combat weakened and possibly cause his demise because you did not heal him fully, thinking you might need the power later. It is a terrible decision, and only you can make it."
Melilot mubling at Azhar:
1st spoiler: Perception - nope
2nd spoiler: Perception - nope
Gravlax spoiler:
Perception: - nope. no clue.
Acting:
Rev's words are simple, straightforward. Almost like he's appeared before a magistrate and had to plead his case. Somehow his personality is more forceful than usual, in a dark, brooding, anti-hero sort of way. "Larazod knows no lies, great magistrate, and no slanderer’s tongue caresses my dignity. The accusations you speak are as true as Asmodeus’s sword."
Eagles Splendor (+4 enhacement bonus, makes Charisma 20 (for a +5)
Guidance (+1 competence bonus on skill check)
Not looking at all sure about her action, Amaya moves up so that later she could step up into melee and fires her crossbow at the pulsing maggot. () She fires too soon in the press of people, firing the bolt into the ground near her feet. Annoyed she drops the crossbow.
Mathalen considers for the briefest moment, but just attacks the squirming disgusting creature twice. (; ) Sadly the creatures flesh-fed rubbery skin proves too tough. Tarvi, choosing to stay far out of poisonous bite range unerringly sends a solid mass of force into the grub. ()
The rot grub oscillates between the warm bodies near it, () finally striking out at the heavily armored (this slower) Ermolos. (, ; ; DC 16 , ) The grubs razor sharp teeth cut through the chainmail but Ermolos manages to knock the creature free before it latches on to him. Seconds later his swings grow more labored. Fiosa moves behind the large blacksmith, hoping to bolster his body against the grubs poison.
Gorvio gives Mathalen a, 'why aren't you hurting it look', before he swing his mace into the beast. (, ) His voice a low growl, "Just die already."
Ermolos, knowing that his wounds will be better tended once combat is over, tries to finish the maggot. (, ) The maggot stops moving of its own volition, but whatever internal organs it has continue to pulse. (DC 16 ) The blood dripping from his wound carries a yellow pus but the big man weakens no further.
As he stumbles back from combat, Gorvio brings his mace down on the maggot trying to ensure the creature is fully dead. () It squelches. Fiosa lays her hand on the big man, () and most of the wound heals.
Meanwhile, Amaya picks back up the crossbow and the four other people move into the building. From inside, Tarvi's voice, "We should check the body." No one sounds thrilled about it. Gorvio's voice, "Rock, paper, scissors?" (, , ) Gorvio's voice, "Figures." And a short while later he bolts from the building, retching.
From inside, Tarvi's voice. "Taking off the boots was a good idea Gorvio, I promise. A shiny rock fell out of this one." The girls exit, Tarvi carrying the 'shiny rock'. Suddenly, as she tries to clean it, both her own cloths and the rock are free of the decomposing flesh, leaving a grape-sized sapphire in the now-clean girl's hand.
Gorvio, head against the wood of the building, looking green, comments weakly, "Next time you get to poke through rot."
Rot Grub -54 (-20) dead
Amaya -0
Ermolos -1
Fiosa -0
Gorvio -0
Mathalen -0
Tarvi -0
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"I think you guys just made some money." Azhar says grinning approvingly at the group, relieved there were not any casualties besides the things they had come to clear out and proud and approving of how everyone performed while at the same time containing a touch of understanding at their reaction to the death and rot and general disgustingness. He turns to glance over at Tarvi, flashing her a quick smile "Great trick by the way Tarvi." He moves to talk directly to Amaya.
"Your first battle? You did well, 'maya. How do you feel?"
As everyone reads their lines Nonon takes notes, looking resigned. The woman leans forwards, clapping enthusiastically and encouragingly for everyone. Thesing watchs with a bored air.
He is actually quite interested in Rev and Azhar's performances, his blue eyes flashing with distaste.
Once everyone has had a chance to perform Larazod's part, Nonon stands, "Clearly I was insane to think adventurers could act." With a heavy sigh, "Too late now to change gears." He flips to the next page. "The next part is that of Dentris Malagrada." Again quickly reading the part's description, "An old, cantankerous wizard and a retainer in Larazod's family for as long as anyone can remember. He has forgotten more about magic than most wizards ever knew. While his magic is rusty, his mind is otherwise sharp, and his rapier wit cuts down most foes before violence is even an option in their mind. As snarly and grumpy as he is, he loves Larazod like a son, and though he tries to talk the zealous youth out of his dire course of action several times, he still marches steadfastly into death and dismemberment with his tiefling master once his sound advice is ignored."
He looks at the potential actors, "This time try to get into character. Reach deep into yourself and find the cutting bile this part needs to move the crowd."
Intimidate:
you may be drunk but i am ugly and ... no wait ...
Azhar performs a deep, exaggerated, sweeping bow to Nonon. "Ah, sincerest apologies most esteemed director of No one. If your insanity ever lets you back into reality for a moment or two, perhaps you will be able to keep the stench spewing from your mouth from chasing cast, crew and audience away from your productions." he gives the applauding woman a wink, "Mayhap we should see how it is you direct a play without any actors at all? or better yet, perhaps we should cast you in the roll of the lead? That might be interesting to your audience indeed. There is supposed to be a high mortality rate in that position, isn't there?" his eyes sparkle as he glares at the not quite dwarf. It seems he is relishing the prospect immensely. "Perhaps you should address my friends in a somewhat more respectful tone so that we may get through this procedure more or less intact, shall we?" Azhar's tone is likely more menacing than anyone other than Rev has ever heard him before.