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Antianel smiles unpleasantly. "Justice is always welcome," he says, and loosens his blade in its sheathe.

Antianel, though put off by the week's events, seems caught up in his own thoughts and projects, and seems little concerned by any potential magical peculiarites of the Blot of the Cyphergate. He is far more interested in the talk of an attack by Clegg Zincher, however, and spends the week giving a sharp and narrow glare to any who seem like they might want to threaten the casino.

Two Intimidate checks for Antianel: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14, 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19. One success, one marginal failure, for a total of +1 to Saul's roll...

"What in the Nine Hells?" gasps Antianel, as his head jerks back. A necklage around his throat is suddenly pulling back toward the curve blade whose hilt is visible over his shoulder. With a sharp tug, he pulls the necklace off, but it remains attached to the blade of his sword, tangled up like a shed snake skin against the metal of his sword.

Antianel continues his work at the front door, glaring at anyone who seems likely to cause trouble for the casino or its patrons.

Two Intimidate checks, DC 15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11; 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13. :P Looks like I'm no help at all this week. At least I didn't cause a penalty...

"Try feasting on something closer to your own size!" shouts Antianel as he swings as the snake. Curve blade with flank and Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25; damage 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12. Crit confirm 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17; damage 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15.

Antianel looks around the room and then at the space behind the snake. "Here we go," he murmurs, and then rushes past the snake, all but daring it to attack him, to duck into the employee lounge, then down the hall past the stairs to the doorway at the far end, where the scullery is. Slamming through the door, he comes up behind the snake, blade ready for a strike.

Assuming he doesn't get dropped by another crit on the AoO, anyway. Fort save against poison, if it happens to be needed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5.

Antianel watches the gnome enter the kitchen uncomfortably, clearly wishing he were "rushing in half-cocked" already. He readies his sword, but forces himself to stand outside the kitchen and wait.

"Should we escort him out?" Antianel asks, eyeing the large man warily.

Antianel quickly puts one of the newly-hired guards into his position and heads upstairs as well. Seeing the others headed that way as well, he frowns and lets his hand fall to his blade hilt.

Antianel says nothing, but steps up to the half-orc's shoulder and ostentatiously tightens his grip on his blade's hilt.

Intimidate check to Aid Another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21. Tsadok gets another +2.

Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21.

Antianel turns toward the corner of the casino, looking concerned. He drops his hand to his blade as he begins heading that way. "Mario! Lyre! Inside, quickly!" he calls over his shoulder as he goes.

Antianel steps up to help right the tables and chairs without hesitation, but his expression remains troubled.

Antianel's probably going to work a double shift as a bouncer, for two Intimidate checks each week.

A series of emotions, largely unreadable, cross Antianel's face as he ponders Saul's unexpected offer. Slowly, however, he says, "I... would very much like the chance to participate in this endeavor."

"I am Antianel Jastieth," Antianel replies carefully, watching Saul as though expecting him to recognize the name.

Antianel is the slowest to respond to the request, but he finally says, "Yes, of course. Please lead the way."

The elf looks skeptical, but does not argue. "Mayhap they will," he murmurs instead.

Antianel looks somwhat taken aback by the dwarf's words, but tightens his jaw and nods gravely.

Turning toward Tsadok and Tippello, he observes their efforts with a bemused expression. "You are generous souls to heal your foes," he says slowly, "but I cannot help wondering if it is wasted effort on such as these." He looks over at the body of the man he killed, and carefully pulls the short sword from the dead man's hip. "This, on the other hand, deserves more respect than a corpse can offer."

Seeing another of the wizard's allies fall, Antianel shouts, "Your plans collapse around you, mage! Your own end comes as well!" even as he swings once again. Elven curve blade with Power Attack and inspire courage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, damage 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9.

"You keep your twisted magics away from me," Antianel snarls at the enemy mage. Forgoing clever tricks, he lashes out with his sword with lethal intent. Elven curve blade attack with Power Attack and inspire courage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12, damage 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17.

Suddenly invigorated by the flow of healing power from Tippello, Antianel raises his weapon once more. "Your tricks will not save you, warlock!" he spits at the goateed arcanist, and suddenly lashes out, trying to twist the metal wand from the wizard's hand. Disarm attempt, which would provoke an AoO except that the wizard is only carrying a wand right now: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8.

Just FYI, the next point of damage Antianel takes knocks him out.

Antianel spins toward the thug who just attacked him. "Learned you nothing from the witch's fate?" he demands, bringing the blade around in a wet, red arc. Elven curve blade attack with Power Attack and inspire courage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20; damage 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16.

Hearing the cry of "caster!" from one of the other patrons, Antianel turns in that direction. Seeing a half-orc warrior surrounded by the casino's attackers, he forgets the man who just fled from him and makes his way over to aid the valiant monk. Antianel can't get a flank, though a 5-ft step will allow Tsadok to do so next round if need be. He turns his wrath on the woman with the eyepatch. "Test your blade against mine, witch!" he challenges her as he swings. Elven curve blade attack with Power Attack and bardic performance: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21; damage 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10. The attack, combined with Tsadok's strike, overwhelms her, and she collapses to the ground.

Hammered by the thug's sap, Antaniel staggers. "Craven coward!" he roars. "Let us see how you fare against those with eyes to strike you down!" Elven curve blade attack with Power Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23; damage 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9.
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6; damage 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10.

Antianel closes his eyes tightly, then - just after the flash - opens them again, already reaching for his sword.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Antianel suddenly looks up from his game, frowning.

Sense Motive (untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

For Antianel:

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Antianel watches Vancaskerin's display with a slight frown, looking from the casino owner up to the caged creature - some kind of devil? - and back again. Once the speech is over, Antianel turns toward the cashier's cage, buying a couple of gold pieces' worth of silver teeth. He wanders from one game to another, losing his chips slowly, paying more attention to the building and the employees than to what's happening to his money.

Mostly playing dice games like bounder, with at least one spin at ghoulette out of sheer morbid curiosity.
Profession (gambler): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Antianel takes his drink, sips it slowly, and begins making his way toward the crowd of people at the back of the casino.

Antianel steps warily into the Gold Goblin, a frown fixed on his face. He pays little attention to the shapely "succubi" at the door, handing over his gold piece with barely more than a grunt. As he steps into the casino, he is slightly surprised that no one objects to the long curved blade strapped to his back; then again, the guards are likely not for show.

When one of the drink-laden serving girls passes with a tray, the tall elf takes a glass absently, moving through the room with no eyes for the games. He is looking for something, though.

Antianel Jastieth wrote:

GM:

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For Shisumo:

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Works for me!

GM:

My blade stands ready, though for what I cannot say.

GM:

I think I should be ready to go, pending approval and a physical description....