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Tark what is the etiquette here? Are we effectively pinned to the table for the duration or are folks free to wander and return as they wish?
Annoyed at losing a complex game involving the precise placement of three olives, a water glass, the silver bone cracker and exactly when the gentleman with the blue hair lost his train of thought, that Pollux was playing with a guest three tables down. Our hero and the monkey that was carrying him paused to examine the guests. Were any out for the count? Unconscious from drink and food additives? If so what was happening to them? Were they being carted away or left at the table? It might be a way to flee the table without giving offence.
Arriving well after the course has started Pollux amuses himself and annoys the table with some pickles and olives.
Pollux wanders amongst the casks and bottles. Reading a label, exchanging greetings with the man bricked up in the wall. Dodging servants and cobwebs as our hero penetrates deeper and deeper into the wine cellars.
Pollux relaxes in the steaming room. Castor too finds the warm wet air welcome to bruised brain and liver. A goodly time later the duo return to the main dining room. I fear the once pristine makeup and costume fared poorly in the steam. Pollux no longer looks the noble hero more the broken blood doll. Should time remain before he is required to pretend to sample the next course Pollux will try the door/archway behind the second ugliest guest and walk until detained.
Pollux follows the general swirl of the gorging corpses away from the table. Picking the third largest doorway for exploration Pollux walks down it until stopped.
Still suffering from the last course Castor remains in seclusion. Pollux, wishing that the costume allowed them both room to hide inside.
The course passes largely untouched as he muses.
Both Castor and Pollux cease eating as soon as the effects hit. Castor retires to within Pollux's costume and Pollux ostentatiously removes an oily and encrusted vial from some unspeakable recess. Cutting the wax and lead cap free with a table knife he downs the lumpy yogurt-like paste with some difficulty.
Turning to his unfortunate dining companions he says, "Our apologies to the host. The life of a simple player does not accustom one to such complex fare, though we did quite enjoy the loach."
Pollux Quite enjoys the meal though those unfortunate enough to be seated near him may not. First, Pollux appears to be rather obsessed with the word Loach. He repeats it several times regardless of the fishes relevance to the current topic and will regale his seating partners with a through if eccentrically organized dissertation on the loach, its symbolism, uses in cookery and alchemy as well at its care and feeding. Particular attention is paid to the loach mating habits with some impromptu dissections of the comestible to clarify some anatomic points. Second, the sight of Castor really getting into a meal is not for the faint of heart. But then if any of these walking putrescence factories had a heart at all it was eaten some time ago so there you are.
loach.
Pollux and Castor finished with their minute inspection of the paintings wander over to the table. Pollux to admire the tortured reflections on the polished silver and Castor to see if there is something he can 'flavor' with impunity. thinking 'I have seen the golden one before. Strange that so obvious a devil blood should rise this far. He is standing on shoulders or skeletons. Does it matter which?'
Pollux and Castor finished with their minute inspection of the paintings wander over to the table. Pollux to admire the tortured reflections on the polished silver and Castor to see if there is something he can 'flavor' with impunity. thinking 'I have seen the golden one before. Strange that so obvious a devil blood should rise this far. He is standing on shoulders or skeletons. Does it matter which?"
Pollux surveys the flickering multitude. (softly)"So much fire, so many dead.. I need more flake white, much more." Moving easily through the crowd, not as easily as Crosael perhaps but easily enough to look at home. Pollux wanders over to the paintings. Seemingly lost in thought the actor covers one eye and then the other as he and Castor try to understand how this much effort could make something this ugly. Then they remember where they are. and laugh.
Considering the state of his costume by the end of the play Pollux does what he can with cleaning and cantrips to make repairs. Mind given his lack of skill and Castor's able assistance the final result is rather more striking than perhaps intended. On the day Pollux accepts that a carriage is required though given the neighborhood he starts from "Carriage" is an overstatement and "hastily converted dunny-wagon" closer to the truth. Arriving at the pile. Castor and Pollux promenade to the entrance. The rain does some damage to the costume but somehow having the dyes and old blood run together a bit only aids the effect. As "Lazarod" is introduced Pollux hands the major-domo the remains of the solid and simple sack lunch the former actor ate on the way over. "Ah my loyal kinsmen. The flowers of Westcrown, truly the best of the best of this happy city. I thank you for taking me to your bosom and inviting us.." At this point Castor pops his mobile nose out of the headgear. "..to your table."
Going retro at the moment with Thief 2 and Terror from the deep. But mechromancer may pull me out of the shadows.
Pollux spends down time mixing paints and leading groupies into really bad parts of town and abandoning them.
I like to think the Nobles are more about running about screaming "F&%$ EVERYTHING!" while the city burns around them. I have marshmallows!
Pollux cautiously lifts the candlestick on the table. Tapping the stained and scarred wood underneath. Unnoticed the hot wax runs across the back of his hand.
Pollux looks at Tal in slow realization... "Ah, cooking! Yes.. congratulations." before continuing to punish his liver with the grape flavored wood alcohol.
"And you believed her? That's sweet. You must be new in town. Nice bar though. I will recommend it to Mr. Thesing when we find him." At the smelly tavern. Post hug Pollux sits on quietly on his bench wondering why everyone is touching him and why there is a strange ladies voice in his head.
Caring little for fame and flunkies Pollux amuses himself by randomly dosing his stalkers with fortune, misfortune and evil eye hexes. Vitti gets dosed with Fortune to help his carving until the cackling gets on his nerves. Pollux takes advantage of the free meals however. Castor would think even less of him if he did not. The vagabond also manages some shopping. Shedding his trademark yellow coat for a gray linen robe to dodge the many-headed.
Pollux approaches the former figment now perhaps better described as flagrant. The vagabond eyes Petronicus closely. Caster mirroring the scrutiny. Suddenly Pollux pokes Petronicus. "Hmmmm you seen more solid now. Pity. Figments have their uses."
"First a figment and now a zombie. Infernal magic leaves me cold." Pollux crosses his arms in a classic huff. Castor is looking for more hymnals to anoint.
Pollux looks disdainfully at the head priest as the vagabond impatiently waits for the real magic to start.
"Yes practice....years and years of practice. Years where you, your eminence will have to sit and wait knowing that he can do better. Years spent waiting for the spark you saw on stage to burst into a consuming fire. Years lavished on lesser talents. People lacking in Petronicus's dedication to art, dedication to you his audience. Going the full distance chasing his unforgiving muse. Proving to you, you, that his life is his art." "I suppose waiting for years to see this again, to be warmed by that true fire, will be worth it. The expectation will fill the long nights of waiting. I expect it will be good for your soul." "Or with a handful of coin donated to the fine gentleman there you can lawfully gain the same benefit and not have to wait a year, a week, or even a day. As with all important decisions in Westcrown it ultimately comes down to you, your grace." Pollux glances from the Mayor to the Priest and back again.
Pollux is lost in wonder looking at all the decorations.
When confronted by his enormity Pollux bows gravely.
Pollux drifts towards the carriage his mind(?) seemingly elsewhere.
Lost in thought Pollux seems sad, almost crying. Though the remains of the slept in makeup absorb any tears. "I wonder if this one will smell better? Ooh! I have cheese! It will help.' Pollux fishes a small orange and pebbly wheel of aged Époisses out of the recess of his costume.
"It will be good to have the figment back. Castor enjoys sleeping in his shoe." Pollux begins stacking coins. Castor's small paws carefully positioning each one. .... "Oh, do not fret Xarem." Pollux looks at the cleric through the opening of the arch of coins he and Castor have carefully constructed. "Think of fair Tian Xia. There his name is unheard and his efforts and affronts touch them not. From their viewpoint Thesing does not exist. The man unmade by trivial distance. More than that, from their shores poor Thesing was never made in the first place....." "Of course the same can be said for each of us." Pollux carefully removes the central coin causing the arch to crash noisily to the table.
Though I would beg you... just this once... let the character with the skill points in Diplomacy do the talking... pretty please? [smaller]....] Humph... All right. I'll be over here teaching the rat to play bocce. Note to self need more eyeballs.
Pollux carefully divides his gold between Castor and himself. As the evening wears on he becomes more and more animated as the sums never seem to come out properly. Later he will find a small pile of coins hidden in his pack. "This is a nicer place than the theater. Not as flammable. Pity about Petronicus. Should we save coins for his eyes?" Pollux looks up at the group two gold coins sunk into the, gods you hope it is makeup, covering his eyes.
Leveling done! 4 level Pollux HP for the monkey 20 rat 10 +1 bab
Gak! Figuring familiar stats is madness. Run away!
As Pollux is lifted up, and castor makes a break for saftey, the former actor calls out. "First Calseinica and now this! I resent these repeated assaults on my personal integrity!" Laughter follows the irate vagabond out of the theater.
Still onstage Pollux suddenly has the stray thought that it is good to be somewhere where a large number of people can testify as to exactly where he was and what he was doing at this precise moment. What an odd thought.
"Come on! Come one! We've got to bow before the adoring crowd now!" "Why? Will they kill more of us otherwise?" Pollux stands and looks about. He has never seen an adoring crowd before. Mind you if one is here it must have been devoured by the horde of overprivileged moth-eaten zombies he sees before him. While the others bow Pollux puts the time to better use inflicting random people in the crowd with the evil eye. Perhaps there will be a small but noticeable spike in accidents among the gentry tonight. Hope is a beautiful thing.
"Eeep!" Pollux cries out when Xarem's ax narrowly misses his third favorite toe. Well at least that is his story. Lazarod rapidly and crudely tries to cover the error. Staring intently at Thesing the while.
Pollux somehow manages to keep from laughing at Thesing's delivery. "This trial is yours, Magistrate Maleficarum. Lord <snirk> Entropy is the only true judge here. Bow before him."
"Not worried, it's just that you smell like onions and Tal smells like iron and old socks. Castor says the combination reminds him of home. So I am glad you are not a figment."
Pollux walks over to the bleeding Merax and stoops over his bleeding form. Castor calmly reaches up and tugs gently on an ear nearly seveered bu the skeleton's bite. "Wakie wakie Xarem. You are too heavy to become a figment."
Seemingly disappointed by the results he dumps the remainder down Merax's open gullet.
Hmmm thinking of long term goals what do you all think of spell hexing Memory Lapse?
Also slumber is rather more spamable than Hold person, especially when you consider Accursed Hex. This is one of the few feats worth skipping Extra Hex for.
Insanity is nice. Oh as a patron as well. Glad to see another witch in the game. We can moan to each other how hard it is to find a reason to take any feat other than Extra Hex.
Pollux stares into Castors eyes for a moment. This draws a twitter from those audience members not distracted by Tal's huge, tracks of land. Castor then scampers up the Iron Giant and yanks painfully on a bit of hair that escaped from his helmet. The sudden distraction seems to clear the warriors mind and relax his straining muscels.
That is why I have qualms re the alignment switch. Pollux in a nihilist. Words like "rule", "country", and even "evil", are, though not meaningless, irrelevant. They are creations of thinking creatures who hold only a tenuous and temporary toe-hold in the cosmos. Men, elves, demons, elementals all of these are temporary aberrations in the void. Even the great beasts of the void, Azatoth, Hastur, Nyharlathotep, are changeable and therefor transient. Only nothing is, only the void is eternal. Everything else has as much reality as Petronicus. Pollux does not seek to improve things. Knowing that the long term does not exist he lives on the surface of things. Annoy him and he may lash out, or maybe not. He may burn the city or he may get distracted by a small child playing with a hoop. In a lot of ways he is a cross between H.P. Lovecraft and the Joker, with a dash of Hamlet.At least that is what I am aiming for. Hmmm, things are clearer now I think CE with a strong neutral leaning could work. Thanks for helping me clear my thinking on this.
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