| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Rev thinks about this. Nods. "That would work. Might be good to discredit him beforehand. With his social standing he might have enough influential patrons to aquire a get out of jail for free card, otherwise."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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The ooze mass that each actor disgorges writhes and wriggles on the stage. Suddenly the mass begins to grow and stretch to take an almost humanoid form. The 'children' mewl pathetically of confusion and anger. "حمله به احمقها بیمار.آیا رئیس می تواند انجام دهد."
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A = Azhar
C = Cassian (20-ft up on catwalk)
G = Gravlax
M = Melilot
R = Rev
L = Calseinica
T = Thesing (10-ft up on platform)
D = Delour (in green room with closed door)
P = Priest of Asmodeus
H = Millech (20-ft up on catwalk)
N = Mathalen
Y = Amaya
F = Fiosa
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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| Melilot Took |
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Text: Now somehow looking utterly bored by the entire situation, Melilot takes a step back and shoots two pretty glass globes out of her slingshot.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Tybain staggers back to the backdrop, and waits for the creature to make its move. If it hits him just right, he might just be sick on it.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar appears confused for a moment, then very pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, Mrs. Kaijitsu. I'm very much looking forward to whatever's in this bag." He holds it carefully as instructed.
perception: did he happen to hear what may have gone in the bag earlier?
AC:18
hp: 40 (Con reduction included)
Fort:4 ref:5 will:2 (-2 sickened 1 round)
Assuming the map does not change (and I believe it will), Azhar is looking to move to be between Ilsandra and Rev's opponent. He will take the aoo from the opponent next to him if it gets initiative. His objective is to a) protect Calseinica, b)attack at least two opponents if possible. C) he will not attack Calseinica's child until it moves to attack her.
"Foul simulacrum, back to hell with ye."
initiative: +1 Firebrand, +2 FT:Terrain, +1 from Amaya? not included
to hit: Power Attack, sickened incl
dam: Power Attack inc., -2 sickened incl
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to hit: Power Attack incl, sickened incl
dam: Power Attack inc., -2 sickened incl
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to hit: Power Attack incl, sickened incl
dam: Power Attack inc., -2 sickened incl
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Thesing
Amaya
Fiosa
Mathalen
priest - do nothing
minions et al - hold for emergency help or healing
Thesing - look proud, make acting roll, get off-stage and hide
Calseinica, try to look proud of her 'child' while really being disgusted, take a five-foot step and go full defensive, since of course the kid won't attack (+4 dodge ac)
children - attack your parents (assume no move or 5-ft step
azhar , ; ,
gravlax , ; ,
rev , ; ,
meli , ; ,
calseinica , ; ,
possible fumble on rev
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Cleave crit:
to hit: Power Attack incl, sickened incl
added dam: Power Attack inc., -2 sickened incl
-2 AC if Cleaving
Cleaving Finish crit:
to hit: Power Attack incl, sickened incl
added dam: Power Attack inc., -2 sickened incl
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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To hit: Touch AC:
Bleeding touch (for 2 rounds)
Rev seems to take his time, as if his low initiative is a reflection on his disdain for this child rather than any lack in his fighting ability. He casually steps to stage left, so that he is next to his child rather than behind it. His hand reaches out to touch his offspring, perhaps it is a fatherly warning, before his dagger comes out to play with his disobedient son.
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She twists in his arms, her naked body sliding against his. She brushes a soft kiss against his lips after a slight wince as some parts of her body protest. "Sorry, Rev." Her fingers trailing down a cheek.
With a small shrug, "Meant to, but a friend just contacted me. If I move quickly, I might be able to get a little more information about what went down in the Delvehaven, so you and your friends don't go in too blind."
She thinks, "I should be back in a week or two." She offers, a smile of promise playing on her lips.
She pulls just a little bit away from his body, stretching up just a bit. Letting one heated part of his body slides between her legs. She settles back against him, her hands moving behind her, skimming over ribs, hips. She moves her hips forward and then back against him, shivering as he rubs against her. "So.." her head turning to steal a kiss from him, "how close are we..." her legs pressing around him, then releasing, "to unpaladin-like things..." Her back arching pressing her body into his and into his hands.
Again, quick movement, her sinking in close to him.
A pause and she stretches against him, suddenly kissing him with just a touch of fierceness. As she cuddles against him,
She smiles, "Be safe on your way home." Going back to the kitchen, pointedly leaving Amaya to see the young adventurer out.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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| Rev Keaton Amin |
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She twists in his arms, her naked body sliding against his. She brushes a soft kiss against his lips after a slight wince as some parts of her body protest. "Sorry, Rev." Her fingers trailing down a cheek.With a small shrug, "Meant to, but a friend just contacted me. If I move quickly, I might be able to get a little more information about what went down in the Delvehaven, so you and your friends don't go in too blind."
She thinks, "I should be back in a week or two." She offers, a smile of promise playing on her lips.
Rev returns her kiss. Her wince gives him a little smirk, which he doesn't entirely wipe of his face. Apparently he really enjoyed making her sore. But he certainly cares for her enough that he does something about it. His left hand gently moves down along her body, over her hip, to her behind. He focuses Pharasma's power through the spiral scar over his heart, the cure spell heals, .
His voice a quiet whisper, probably still exhausted. "So, your friend sneaked in here and whispered in your ear while we were sleeping?" He teases her, his tone sweet, almost sad to see her go, but certainly not one to keep her against her wishes. "Of course, that means breakfast is on you, next time." Cocky bastard, assuming there will be a next time.
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Tybain staggers back to the backdrop, and waits for the creature to make its move. If it hits him just right, he might just be sick on it.
Above, Cassian cuts a section of dark curtain and drops it on the creature threatening Calseinica. It falls on the surprised creature, entangling it.
Now somehow looking utterly bored by the entire situation, Melilot takes a step back and shoots two pretty glass globes out of her slingshot. First the creature birthed from her own innards falls to the stage, bleeding out. Then the second liquid-filled glass smashes into the curtain draped form, which also slumps to the ground.
Calseinica stumbles back a step, eyes wide for a beat until a sound from the audience reminds her she's on stage. With convincing, but manufactured anger covering fright, she pulls the longbow off her back. She looks at the collapsed curtain and with angry sorrow in her voice, "No! My child! Forgive me!" She looks over to Thesing, the anger growing (and not as manufactured), "You’ll pay for this, Haanderthan — with your heart’s blood, and with every shred of your ." Her stance shaky, yet prepared if something else should attack her.
Rev seems to take his time, as if his low initiative is a reflection on his disdain for this child rather than any lack in his fighting ability. He casually steps to stage left, so that he is next to his child rather than behind it. His hand reaches out to touch his offspring, perhaps it is a fatherly warning, before his dagger comes out to play with his disobedient son.
Azhar's child flails at him, as does the oozey mush that is Gravlax's offspring. Both tag the wizard with a claw. Rev's offspring tries to lash out at his uncaring father, its maw opening in excitement... only to bite down on his own flesh, causing him to bleed even more.
Azhar looks at the two that dared to strike out at him. "Foul simulacrum, back to hell with ye." His blade cutting into one, a heavy blow, then into the other. His heavy blade cuts through the formless thing, sending its blood flying as its body falls in two pieces. In the seconds after, his family's blade reverses stabbing again into the first lemure. Although a great amount of blood flies from his blade, the creature remains standing - clearly his father's child.
Thesing exits stage right, staying in character until he moves out of the view of the audience. Then bolting to a safe distance.
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Gravlax child -24 and dead
Melilor child -14 and unconscious
Rev child -7, 1 point bleed
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R = Rev
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Y = Amaya
F = Fiosa
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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He probably did not hear, but he may have seen Yuuki slipping some leftovers from what she cooked into a covered glass dish.
She smiles, "Be safe on your way home." Going back to the kitchen, pointedly leaving Amaya to see the young adventurer out.
"I will. Thank you again." He takes the package, smiles warmly at Amaya and heads to the door. Once outside, he puts the package down carefully and turns to see if it is possible to take Amaya in his arms. He says softly to her his forehead touching hers smiling down into her face, , turning just slightly so his obvious desire is not overly so.
AC:18
hp: 40-6=34 (Con reduction included)
Fort:4 ref:5 will:2
If by some really, really bad luck the lemures are still alive by Azhar's turn, he moves to flank if available and cuts the last two down ("Enough. Back to the sludge from whence you came.")
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
critical confirmation: Power Attack
additional damage: Power Attack inc.
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
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to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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She sighs, shivering delightfully against him as he soothes the more painful reminders of their night together. Smiles as he teases her with a low laugh. "Not all of my friend." She says, stretching, slowing waking herself up since he is awake, "just his voice. He is in a small town outside of Egorian and found a lead to some pre-Thrune documentation."
She stay close for just a moment more, then slowly starts to pull away. "On me." She agrees, no less confident than him, her smile promising something far more lacivious than pancakes.
There will no doubt be watchful eyes shortly but there is a stolen moment alone. She nods, smiling up at him as she tucks some of her bangs behind her ear. Teasing, probably, her body held away her forehead touching him, her smile honestly reflected in her vivid amethyst eyes.
On the way home. If he gets a place in the play. Just in general.
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Text: Melilot switches to metal pellets for her next two shots.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Tybain recovers somewhat from the Birthing, draws his sword, and moves to attack the closest conscious Oozey Child.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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His hips move in response as he presses against her -- slightly out of sync. His hands are less controlled, and his breathing is no longer regular.
"On the ragged edge," he pants, his hands having abandoned all pretense of paladin-like behavior. He makes a small growling noise low in his throat. he says, his hands making it clear that either answer probably leads to the same result.
His arm around her tightens, holding her as close as he can. His hold loosens, still holding her, but she could leave if she wanted to. He smiles at her, and closes his eyes.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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There will no doubt be watchful eyes shortly but there is a stolen moment alone. She nods, smiling up at him as she tucks some of her bangs behind her ear. "Unless it explodes after you leave." Teasing, probably, her body held away her forehead touching him, her smile honestly reflected in her vivid amethyst eyes.
"Be safe." On the way home. If he gets a place in the play. Just in general.
a quick but impassioned kiss before the watchful eyes appear, a quick kiss on her forehead before reaching down to pick up his parcel, than another quick peck in parting, with a look that tells her she is his everything. I do love you." The last said even softer still.
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Tybain recovers somewhat from the Birthing, draws his sword, and moves to attack Azhar's Oozey Child. His black bade (currently covered with a much lighter patina to go with the paladin theme) cuts deeply into the creature, who falls.
At the side stage the priest's deep set eyes are looking up, briefly finding the nimble rogue before Cassian again slips into the deep shadows above the stage.
Melilot switches to metal pellets for her next two shots. Her first metal pellet bounces off the thick oozey skin of Rev's child, but the second one thunks deeply into it's body and it falls to the ground, only to die a moment later choking on it's own vile blood as Rev's touch continues to eat away at it.
A few moments later, after a stunned moment of quiet at the sudden end to the violence, the audience claps the curtain down. Another pause as Delour majestically hustles herself out from the safety of the green room to her side stage to entertain during the act break.
Calseinica child -16 and entangled and unconscious
Gravlax child -24 and dead
Melilor child -14 and unconscious
Rev child -24, 1 point bleed, dead
all down 2 con
azhar -6
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There seem to be a few less stagehands than there was in the beginning of the play, but as the bodies of the 'children' whisp into nothingness, they move cautiously onto the stage, cleaning up the remains of the ooze mass that once was crimson eggs. Then move the staging for the next scene.
Amaya walks over to Azhar, smacking him lightly with a wand, a few times. A small glare of disappointment. Fiosa motions everyone over to a small lege just out of the green room and whispers, Motioning to a bottle of wine. With a smile over her shoulder Calseinica looks up to the catwalk - where she only sees the old hunchback - and looks ever so slightly disappointed to not see Cassian.
Mathalen watches the disappointed diva for a moment, then pours a glass, handing it to Gravlax.
The priest looks back at the pompous actor levelly, next to no emotion in the eyes, "Why?"
Thesing snaps back, "Because you set this up. Don't you want them dead? Them being alive... doesn't it humiliate you?" Clear in his voice is the fact that he feels that is true for him.
The mask of the priest's face doesn't change. "The rules are set. If they die, it works to his plan. They live and it works to his plan. Either way, it is, I'll have done my part and been paid well for it." His voice dismissing the temperamental diva with barely a thought.
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When the curtains open again very little of the stage is lit, just Thesing on a platform five feet high quite close to backstage left. He looks at the audience eyes bleak, but with the fire of anger burning in the blue orbs. "How can this be? Four trials broken, and still they prevail." His voice drops into a curse, "Asmodeus does truly smiles upon them."
A pause, a long thought, deep and dark, dastardly, "Does the Dark Lord truly know of my compact with the Abyss?" His voice quiver just a bit with horror before he shakes his head resolutely, "It cannot be, or I am utterly undone." Straightens, pulling back on his robe of haughty pride, "True or nay, I must try the last." His smile vicious, "I shall plunge their faith in pitch and acrid stew, and see if they hold to the cause."
The remainder of the lights come up, revealing the five tormented, weapons out ready for what is to come. Thesing looks down at them, his voice booming, echoing throughout the Nightshade. "Your sickly whelps profess undying devotion to one another. Another smoldering lie flung from your dark holes."
Airly, disregarding all evidence seen before him, "You but conspire to confound this court and our Dark Majesty. ’Tis ye" his finger pointed at Rev, who contract with demon-spawn and seek my undoing, in service to some slimy mistress or master of the putrid Abyss."
He scoffs, "Your vile benefactors have thus far warded off justice’s dark hand, but let us see if you hold steadfast before the promise of oblivion." As his words fade away the lights on stage right turn red and dark, promising a hellscape beyond, just out of sight. The clanking of chains can be heard and from the stage you can see terrified stage hands working mechanisms high above. Behind the tall figure of the priest off-stage on that side, wooden panels slowly start to slide away, revealing iron cages.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Amaya walks over to Azhar, smacking him lightly with a wand, a few times. A small glare of disappointment.
Azhar chuckles, smiling wanly back at her. His tongue runs briefly over his upper teeth as he considers an action that never happens.
Azhar pointedly does not look at the cages as the begin to appear, seeing them would probably only make him grin with excitement, and that is not what is called of Dentris in this scene. He faces the audience, head slightly tilted in the direction of the cages, his expression and posture that of exhaustion and something bordering on despair. I cannot last. My old heart gives out. Go on without me, Master. I served your father faithfully. Alas, I am found lacking in the face of his half-breed son. the challenges, ever dire, cleave my soul from me. His head bends down in dejection and defeat.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Antonio drinks from the glass that Mathalen hands him. As he speaks quietly to her, he ticks something off on his fingers.
Antonio shudders, then shrugs.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar glances over towards the far side of the stage, cocks an eyebrow, purses his lips and nods briefly to himself. He does partake of a glass of wine offering some to Amaya as well.
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Antonio drinks from the glass that Mathalen hands him. As he speaks quietly to her, he ticks something off on his fingers.
Antonio shudders, then shrugs.
Mathalen winces slightly with each tick of his fingers. There is a slight hesitation, then she puts a hand on his shoulder.
A pause, her hand reaching tentatively, "Sorry I wasn't back here for you." Her quiet tones honest.
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One of her hands moves from his waist, skims over her body and find him, lightly squeezing. Her breath racing, voice rough, words broken,
A lightness under the words, knowing that she will get what she wants, him, either way.
She may fall away in her sleep later, but for now she stays close to him as he pulled her. A smile as her head tucks into his body. A few breaths and she is in a soft, light sleep.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Antonio nods, and speaks quietly.
Antonio glances at his arm where he cut the Fluke out.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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He makes another deep noise when she takes hold of him, and starts to half-push half-walk her toward the bed, "I will not give up easily either," the words emerging in a series of short bursts.
Weight, leverage, strength, he is determined to move her to the bed, using the distraction his hands provide as necessary.
Gravlax waits and watches Mathalen sleep.
Until he becomes The Raven. The Raven backs slowly out of bed, gets dressed, grabs his pack, and heads out the window. Toward the Theatre.
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Antonio nods, and speaks quietly. Antonio glances at his arm where he cut the Fluke out.
Mathalen winces again, pulling away. Speaking softly,
She shakes her head, nothing to add to her short speech.
He has the weight on her, the leverage, the strength. Plus she doesn't really resist, more challenges him as he directs her to the bed. Which she kneels on when she gets there, her body still pressed close to his, for warmth, for him.
Her hand squeezes, releases, squeezes. She looks over her shoulder at him, black eyes depthless.
Not so much acquiesence as request.
Raven stealth ; sleeping Mathalen perception
The woman in the bed remains asleep but familiar. Saved her from a monster once upon a time.
Raven stealth ; sleeping Mathalen perception
And after the Raven's task is done, he is able to slip back into the room without waking the woman.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Antonio shrugs again.
He complies with her request. Enthusiastically.
| Thera Ven |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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The Raven only climbs into bed with those who are willing.
He goes back out the window to wait for Gravlax. At some point The Raven shades back into Gravlax as they have their "briefing."
Then Gravlax climbs back into the window and slides carefully into bed.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar pointedly does not look at the cages as the begin to appear, seeing them would probably only make him grin with excitement, and that is not what is called of Dentris in this scene. He faces the audience, head slightly tilted in the direction of the cages, his expression and posture that of exhaustion and something bordering on despair. I cannot last. My old heart gives out. Go on without me, Master. I served your father faithfully. Alas, I am found lacking in the face of his half-breed son. the challenges, ever dire, cleave my soul from me. His head bends down in dejection and defeat.
"No foolish talk, old wizard. Haven’t you claimed immortality a thousand times to any bent ear? Old Dentris Maltrada cannot die, ye said. I’ve eaten the heart of an ancient Red Wyrm, and warmed by his fire, my soul burns eternal. Get up, my dear friend, more father to me, than ever any father was. Your duties are not abated. Your task is yet undone. "
act!
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Gozran 5/Ailyn
She sighs, shivering delightfully against him as he soothes the more painful reminders of their night together. Smiles as he teases her with a low laugh. "Not all of my friend." She says, stretching, slowing waking herself up since he is awake, "just his voice. He is in a small town outside of Egorian and found a lead to some pre-Thrune documentation."She stay close for just a moment more, then slowly starts to pull away. "On me." She agrees, no less confident than him, her smile promising something far more lacivious than pancakes.
"Nice talent to have. Instant communication." He grins at her, watching her stretch with appreciation. "Have fun, and be safe." He says, meaning his words. He sits up after she's pulled away, rummages through the chest at the foot of the bed. "And take this, just in case." He offers her two potions of cure light wounds.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Cassian lets out a little chuckle. "Funny you should say that. He tried to hire me -- well, Lucius Doniven -- to engineer the death or severe injury of a rival of his. Once he works out that I have no intention of doing that, he will hire someone else to do it. Catch him at it, and we'd have something. Or grab the man he hires and get him to roll over..."
Rev listens, then nods at Cassian's words. "Defeating him with his own game will be quite humiliating for a man of his ego." Thinks a moment. "Do you have a way of finding out if he hires someone else? How patient is he likely to be... what's his time table on this assassination?" Pauses. Then asks, "Is this something you want to get the others involved in?" He looks down at the other actors, golden eyes settling on his honorable to a fault little brother.
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Tybain looks disgusted. "Let him die." Tybain puts his arm around Larazod's shoulder, and speaks in a stage whisper. "He’s suffered long enough, and we’ve suffered his blustery speeches even more keenly." He points a finger at Dentris. ". And be done with ye."
There is an expression of divine outrage on his old features, his left hand clenched into a fist between them, his right cocked into nearly a claw behind and slightly above his left ear begins to glow with an intensity that is difficult to look at.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Tybain smirks, and rocks back on his heels, grinning. "Looking more lively now, aren’t we?"
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian sighs. "That is a lot to keep track of, isn't it? Let's see... timetable. Well, our little diva isn't good with patience. He's also not good with 'no,' and he has a little crush on Calseincia. Had a woman dressed up to look like her the other night. There's not enough drink in the world to erase that memory, let me tell you. My guess is he'll call someone else within a week unless I go to him and tell him the job's off. Then he'll do it immediately. As to finding out who he hires, sure. I'm just another shadow in Westcrown."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Just a hint of a moan at the passion in his kiss. A hesitation at his final words, "I like you." All she can give him yet.
Buoyed by the possibility of what he thinks he may have felt/heard and choosing to consider her words as another necessary step along the pathway to winning her acceptance, his smile does not necessarily falter, it is just not as full as it could be. His eyes close momentarily, slightly longer than a blink and then he does smile as his head turns back over his shoulder, and says just loudly enough to carry over the intervening distance, The smile he sends her with these words is brilliant indeed.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Peace, old man. The pall-o-dine works a righteous healing upon your old bones—applying the only balm your withered heart desires—spitting ire and uncouth rage. Bile for balm, bile for balm—what a wolfish old man, a terror to kings and angels. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dentris Maltrada. He knows no equal."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Your brother wouldn't go for it, Blondie hates you, and the Craven is an idiot. So, no. I think we keep this under our hats. Although... Janiven and my sister know a little. So us and them, I guess. And I don't know what the secret situation is between you and your ladyfriend, so maybe she can know too."
"Heh, and I'm so likable." That's probably sarcasm. No wonder he and blondie don't get along. "Azhar is pretty hopeless. I don't know where he got the dumb innocent honor thing from." Even though it annoys him, he doesn't seem to mind too much, after all, he's his brother. "Who's the craven?" He asks, genuinely puzzled. "No secret. Aylin and the half elf have a history. Apparently he doesn't approve of women who share his faith but think for themselves. According to him she should stay home and tend house, not adventure. She's actually not in town, she went to pursue a lead -off in some hickville- but she should be back with information to help with our expedition to the old Chapterhouse in the next week."
Cassian sighs. "That is a lot to keep track of, isn't it? Let's see... timetable. Well, our little diva isn't good with patience. He's also not good with 'no,' and he has a little crush on Calseincia. Had a woman dressed up to look like her the other night. There's not enough drink in the world to erase that memory, let me tell you. My guess is he'll call someone else within a week unless I go to him and tell him the job's off. Then he'll do it immediately. As to finding out who he hires, sure. I'm just another shadow in Westcrown."
"Classy." His response to Thesing having some other woman dress up like Calseinica. "I bet he doesn't like getting no for an answer, so you turning him down is kind of appealing. But if you tell him the job is off, think he'll get suspicious that something's up?" He nods at the last comment. Cassian is confident, but seems to have the skill to back that up. No argument from Rev there.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Dentris eyes narrow, turn back towards Tybain, "Lay not your hands on me, pall-o-dine! I'll rise without your young god's urgings. I've work left indeed."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"Who's the craven?" He asks, genuinely puzzled.
"It'll come to you," Cassian says mildly.
"Classy." His response to Thesing having some other woman dress up like Calseinica. "I bet he doesn't like getting no for an answer, so you turning him down is kind of appealing. But if you tell him the job is off, think he'll get suspicious that something's up?"
"I'd need to give him a reason as to why I'm begging off the job. Assuming it's something he wants to believe, he'll swallow it. As to what that something is, I don't know yet."