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Bubo lets the others speak but shows the Baron the locket.
Bubo nods after taking a quick glance around for any remaining spawn. He begins preparations to handle the body for transport. "Search the ruins for anything of use as well. The wight may have, ah, kept things of interest."
Bubo steps back and throws a bomb at the remaining spawn.
Bubo, trapped in a circle of spawn despite his party around him, gives up an opening to concoct another bomb, throwing it with a spin at the spawn to his right.
Bubo places the elixir back into his haversack before his hands busy themselves with creating another bomb, quickly throwing it at the spawn on the side he's protecting.
He takes another step back, staying close to the party.
Bubo quickly drinks the elixir, swishing it in his mouth before spitting it back into its flask as his previous extract takes effect. He then moves closer to his party. "Don't get separated!"
Bubo quickly takes out a prepared vial from his bandolier and drinks it before reaching into his haversack and pulling out another bottle.
"Hmm." Bubo's tail flicks idly as he goes through his options of finding the wight. Ah, but one of the creatures still survived. Best take care of that one. The ratfolk takes out another concoction and sets it off, throwing it at the surviving spawn.
"Very well." Bubo steps up and quickly mixes a volatile concoction, hurling it at the spawn's master with magical aim.
"Unfortunate," Bubo comments. "I don't suppose you would be willing to relinquish your hold on their bodies? Would be preferable to bring proof of their fate back." He moves to the right as he talks, stepping past Finnian as the hand not holding a dagger digs through his bandolier to retrieve an extract. He drinks it after he finishes speaking then returns the vial to its place. "I don't suppose you are acquainted with an old woman?"
Bubo soon arrives at Bartleby's shop and hands him the rest of the gold along with a smile. "Much appreciated."
"That doesn't bode well for the ones we've to save," Bubo points out, drawing a cold iron dagger from its sheathe. "After you, then."
"Yes, doesn't look very comfortable at all."
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"It would have been more helpful to say which stories are real," Bubo comments, watching the old woman go. "Let's do this quickly. I doubt lodgings in said ruins would be comfortable."
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Reporting in! Thanks for inviting me. =] I'm also level 4 by the by.
"An excellent deal, yes," Bubo nods and eagerly hands Bartleby the gold he needs to get started. "I look forward to it."
Bubo runs his fingers over the material and seems pleased. "My thanks."
"Quite good," Bubo nods. "I've included my measurements, but feel free to measure me yourself if you desire."
While he's about, Bubo drops by a few shops to place some orders. He first goes to Riggar's in order to purchase armor. He then heads over to Bartleby's, handing him a list of what he wished to purchase. That done, he returns to his own shop displaying alchemical items and potion of his own make.
Bubo ready to be put back in the list.
Bubo grabs a blue vial and quickly inspects it, swishing it in its container.
"Hmm, cure light wounds with non-standard colouring." He nods to Rifiki. "My thanks."
I'd like the Wand of False Life if no one disagrees! Otherwise, works for me. =] Thanks for the game, GM!
Bubo moves away from the fire then retaliates by throwing a bomb straight ahead at the priest's partner.
Bubo takes a quick step into the middle of the room before throwing a bomb into the fireplace, the explosion quickly spreading onto the enemy buy controlled enough to avoid himself and his allies.
Backed into a corner, Bubo quickly mixes a bomb and hurls it at the opponent in front of him.
Bubo takes a step back and peers through the fog. He quickly creates another bomb and throws it forward, hitting where he assumes the half-orc remained. He adds a little twist that misses where he remembers Jack moving at the expense of moving downwards to where he hears their enemy.
Bubo can't see a thing but quickly prepares a bomb and throws it in front of him, hoping for the best.
"Suit yourselves," Bubo says, taking out his dagger. He lifts his facemask for a moment and brings his weapon close, his tongue darting out to lick a firm trail across its edge. "It will be tight quarters and my fog will wreck visibility in most of the room for eighteen seconds. A charge would take advantage of it, but it should dissipate when we manage to get down."
Bubo, who is inspecting various empty stalls, joins in. "How generous of you. I choose the number ten."
Bubo recommends that he be one of the first into the room. His splash damage with bombs would be useful when the enemy hasn't time to spread out, plus he is able to create smoke to effectively confuse and block sight to the party. In the event he does get hit, Bubo says they would be in for a rather nasty surprise, holding up an ominous looking vial filled with a milky white concoction. He unplugs the cork and downs it before stashing it away.
"Ah, additionally, does anyone want their weapon poisoned? Though I say poison, it's more a matter of coating your weapon with a sample of my plague. Perfectly harmless to you, as long as you don't directly come into contact with it, and it is a simple enough matter for me to do so. It will only last for one strike, however."
Bubo looks around, trying to spot anything in the attic. Perhaps something valuable, perhaps the trap door.
"Taking them out quietly would be best," Bubo whispers. "We have the advantage here, and run less risk of them surprising us were we to go looking around without knocking them unconscious. No, it's best we be able to investigate freely in my opinion."
While some of the others check the hedge, Bubo further inspects Monty's body before moving it somewhere it won't be stumbled upon.
"Medically dead," Bubo states before leaning in for a closer look. Quite handy to be already outfitted for forensic inspection with protection from contaminants--one of the perks of being in his line of work. While working, he talks about the situation the party seems to have fallen into. "Perhaps a coincidence, perhaps not. We'll see. Go through with his plan?"
"Hm." Bubo kicks the man slightly and examines him, wondering if he's actually dead.
Bubo has not imbibed any liquor, owing to personal preference and his body's uniqueness which he inclined to keep free from any contaminants. With everyone else dubiously drunk, and their host definitively so, it fell upon him as the voice of reason. He didn't care enough to talk them out of it, however. Too much work. He thinks about asking Monty about the particulars of the operation but realizes it might be exaggerated or wrong and it just wasn't worth the attempt to interrogate a drunken man. He'd find out for himself when they arrived, he supposed.
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