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"Well, I could start a new song about Clegg's lack of endowment. Or we could just break his knees?"

Diego shrugs. "Legal or not, if he plans on murder, as the snake was clearly meant to do, we've got to play hard and fast. Perhaps turnabout is fair play? Should we send him a gift of our own?"

"Poison, eh? I don't suppose there's a shop that sells antitoxin anywhere close, is there?"

"It won't be out long! I suggest we get it into a sack and out of here fast."

Diego, trying hard to stifle the laughter even though he's well aware of the seriousness of the, um, situation, empowers his whip with Arcane Strike and then snaps it hard at the snake.

Attack: [non-lethal] 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage:1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"That was either the single bravest thing I've ever seen a man do, or the single silliest. I'll reserve judgement until the angry snake is dead!"

Diego moves to help remove the pot-scrubber, whispering as he does, "Oy, I've got a potion that lets you hide from animals. They can't see you; old thieves' guild trick. Cuts down on guard dogs catching you."

Perform: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Diego, hearing the cook's call and feeling a bit guilty for not quite placating him earlier, runs to the kitchen as well, eager to redeem himself.

Diego will mosey through the crowd, meeting and greeting and doing his best to entertain the crowd. However he'll attempt to end up close to Zincher in order to keep an eye on him.

Diego shakes his head. Perhaps it was entertaining, but it lacked a certain pageantry. This town could definitely use someone witha flair for the dramatic.

Shaking his head still, he attempts to spot a familiar face for the walk back to the casino.

Diego is wearing his Chain Shirt under a coat, with his whip on his hip and several daggers around his person. He's left the longsword at home; it's a bit too conspicuous for crowd work.

Diego, never one to miss a spectacle, has arrived as well. Scanning the crowd he notes several former cronies in the Thieves Guild and unsconsciously places his hand over his purse and makes the Guild sign of "off limits" with his other hand. He keeps an eye out for anyone who might still feel the need to try to kill him, but everyone seems fixated on the spectacle at hand.

Here!

"I am definitely interested in seeing that! Might get a good tale out of it..."

Diego strolls in, wiping sweat from his eyes after working out with the whip.

"Did I hear someone say soemthing about a duel? What kind of duel? Anyone I know?"

Diego sets off in search of entertainment. It's a bit early, but at an inn called The Mystery of the Gate you find a young elf lad with a nice voice and a delicate touch on the lute singing a song called 'Your own special way' - the usual sort of thing about his own true love whose image sticks in his mind even though he's travelled far, far away.

After the young elf has finished, Diego enjoys the rest of his meal and then heads back to the casino. He'll spend the rest of the afternoon practicing whipe tricks.

Diego is going to go in search of new stories and songs, hitting the pubs and bars during lunch to hear the young up and comers.

Diego stumbles down from his roost, looking somewhat haggard. He looks at the pancakes, nods and grunts in a needy sort of way. It is clear, Diego is NOT a morning person.

In an effort to placate the still grumpy cook, and to make up for his poor oratory, Diego takes the slop bucket and cleans up his mess, breaking halfway into an improptu tango, using the mop as his partner. He saunters saucily around the room with it, using his whip to spin it 15 feet away and then back to his hands. He concludes with a flourish as he finishes cleaning up at the same time the dance ends.

Perform: Dance: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Forgot about the poor sailor! Doh!

Diego, seeing Kozaric kneeling by the sailor, heads over to help. He whistles a reassuring tune as he lays a hand over the sailor's wound.

Cure Light Wounds 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Bad form to kill the patrons, even the drunk and stupid ones. Oh well, at least he'll live to be stupid another day."

For some reason the boards last night kept double-posting me after taking 5 minutes to process the post request. Odd...

Diego, seeing the cook's fury and feeling guilty for ruining his dessert, goes over to talk to him.

"Good gracious, my friend! I have to thank you. Your timing with that dessert was impeccable. Were you ever in theater? I mean, you are an excellent cook, but if you ever decide to change careers, with comedic timing like that you could be a star!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Diego then finds Mikhail and hears his suggestion. "Hmm. I'll have to consider that. I might have the idea for a few tricks to show off!"

Diego will spend the evening sipping ale and entertaining the crowd with tales, songs and occasional whip tricks.

Diego grins. "Thanks, Mikhail! Let me see if I can do something about that eye..." Diego sings a soft tune, holding his hand over the eye, not quite touching it.

Diego casts Cure Light Wounds on Mikhail.
Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Diego grins. "Thanks, Mikhail! Let me see if I can do something about that eye..." Diego sings a soft tune, holding his hand over the eye, not quite touching it.

Diego casts Cure Light Wounds on Mikhail.
Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Diego grins. "Thanks, Mikhail! Let me see if I can do something about that eye..." Diego sings a soft tune, holding his hand over the eye, not quite touching it.

Diego casts Cure Light Wounds on Mikhail.
Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Diego nods to the crowd, resets his whip by his side and escorts security as they oust the drunken brawlers. He resumes his post by the door, directing visitors to their pleasures.

Seeing the situation well under control, Diego grandstands a bit, playing to the crowd!

"Ladies and gentlemen! See the ferocious drunken oafs get their just desserts! He snatches a pie or other appropriate dessert from nearby, kicks it toward the last sailor standing, then attempts to trip the sailor, thus ensuring that it ends up sitting in the pie!

Trip! 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Diego will scramble back 10 feet, drawing his whip as he goes. He'll attempt to trip one of the sailors.

Trip!1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Brawlin' it is!

"Of course, my salty friend. How much did you lose?"

Diego smiles a reassuring smile. "And how much money did you wish to have returned?"

"Alas, my friends. The house does not cheat. It does, however, take full advantage of chance and odds. However, I'm sure you and I can come to a reasonable accomodation. What would you like? What would make you happy?" Diego will make a quick gesture behind his back to alert anyone watching that trouble might be coming soon.

"Ah, my fine friends! Unsatisfied customers are simply unacceptable in this establishment. Allow me to find my superior for you! In the meantime, please, sit down at this table and enjoy a mug of ale on the house!" Diego manuevers them to a table out of the way and hands a gold to the nearest server, instructing them to bring the men mugs of ale and whatever else they desire. Diego will scan the room and find Kozaric, who seems to be in charge of the floor. Finding him, he'll motion toward the table subtly, while mouthing 'TROUBLE.'

Diego will take up a position near the entrance, where he can greet people and watch them come in. He'll start up a barker routine, directing people toward the "hot" tables. He'll also keep an eye out for anyone who looks depressed, like they're looking for trouble or a little too calm.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

If the room looks like it's flagging a bit, he'll hop a table and start singing a rousing happy song, preferably one common enough that everyone knows it, and with a chorus that everyone can join in singing!

Perform: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Diego elects to stay with the dwarf and continues nursing his drink, watching the regulars to get a sense of how the place runs and who seems content versus who seems sullen.

Diego accepts the drink and laughs lightly, "Before this? Recuperation mostly. I worked with the Guild for a time until a couple kneebreakers decided I needed a lesson in guildly love. Since then, mostly working here and there, some entertaining, some singing. It's a cesspool but, it's home."

Diego bows. "I look forward to working for you, then!"

Diego smiles at the drill sergeant. "I'm no mere cutpurse. If I wanted your purse, I'd simply ask for it. And you'd give it to me. I'm a face man: I can talk a drunk out of a bar fight. I can console a gambler on a losing streak and convince him to slap more gold on the counter. I can sing a song so moving it turns a rowdy crowd into a happy one. I can bounce a drunk out on his arse. And best of all, I work cheap. But if you don't need me," Diego stands and nods, "Then I'll find my work elsewhere."

I'll be around.

Diego waits by the bar, nursing a small glass of amber liquid. Given that half of Riddleport is owned by the Thieves Guild, or pays tribute, finding a bar willing to stand independent and hire a former member in less than good standing had proven difficult. Saul, however, was his own special breed: either brave enough or stupid enough to defy logic. In his old days, Diego would have loved breaking him. As it was, now he was his last chance.

When the strangers came in, Diego smiled. He stood up, brushing his clothes off and heading toward them.

"Gentlemen. I'm told you have a need for a certain sort of person. A man of charm and usefulness. I believe I'm your man. The name is Diego. Diego Dellarillos."

Okay, Diego is a go. Pretty straightforward gear, nothing too extraordinary. Just let me know when you want me to start and I'll begin posting in the IC thread.

Okay, this is Diego Dellarillos, my bard. As soon as I know about starting wealth, I'll be good to go.

** spoiler omitted **

Dude, this obviously means more to you than it does to me. In the interest of allowing someone who is more invested in this than I am, I resign.

In Game:

Diego rescinds his last action. Instead he is struck by a sudden inspiration that he needs to blend art and fire in new and exciting ways. He dons a black beret, bids a fond adieu to the band and saunters off into the world to begin his career as an abstract arsonist.

In all honesty, I've got a cross country move coming up in the next month which will force me offline for long periods anyway, so it's probably a good idea to prune my PbPing down to a more manageable level anyway. I've enjoyed the game and hope that you all enjoy it as well. Thanks!

After the sentries are dealt with and the fires put out, Diego does what he does best: boldly enters the manor and calls out loudly in common: "Good day, residents! My name is Diego and I have come to sell iron pots to put myself through Fighter COllege. Is the woman of the house available?"

Diego will assault the other hob, moving close enough for a scorching ray:

Attack and Damage: 1d20+4=12, 4d6=15

“Wait!” Amie calls after them. “I am proposing stealth for Yalla’s safety. If we rush in there they may out right kill her or use her as a type of human shield! We will fight them. But we must draw them away from Yalla first so she may be rescued. This is akin to a hostage situation. We must put Yalla’s safety above our desire to out right destroy the enemy!”

Diego calls over his shoulder, "Very well then! You be stealthy and we'll distract them to give you time to save the woman! Good luck!"

"Why worry about stealth? Let us show these fools what might we posess and destroy them whilst they gawk! I tire of stalking about, speaking to cats. Let us head inside this place. I will walk boldly into danger; if the rest of you wish to slink into the shadows, feel free to use my display as a diversion!"

Diego strolls straight toward the Manor toward the nearest door, eager to be in action once more.

you guess an experiment to combine a human and a catablepas

It were awful lonely there in the lab that Friday night...

Diego walks a few feet away from the group and casts Mage Armor on himself, then stares at the building, watching it carefully.

Perception: 1d20+13=18

Diego shudders at the moaning. "I always did hate loud real estate..."

Over the last few days, Diego made it a point of talking with the hobgoblin recruit about their shared interest in all things draconic, not to convert him to goodness, but just to open a point of rapport.

Init: 1d20+2=21