Victor Valens-Bentleaf's page

Pardon Mistress of Vixens, but I dost believe that Efreets and their Masters are forthwith out of touch with DC and Legion materials and is more likely to summon a shovel to deal with an X than know anything about Legion chronology. Perhaps if you, in your prophetic wisdom, could be more specific; then said summoned effreet - which is really just a clockwork mock up shell of Braniac 5 -could be more helpful. I suggest Milady, that thou shouldest perhas make use of the email summoning technology and sendeth some of this information with instruction to said crimson slave.

Farethee well
hehe

Tiz the Gremlins and lolthsome Smurfs; they are allied with the hippies (draws his bow and shoots one of the buggers in the booty) take that fiend.

ack; they have cursed me with a foul spell.

Welcome back

nice to hear from you though; happy lurking

here is a guy i didnt get to play much in a pbp game on this site as the game ended fairly abruptly. This is without the changes to pathfinder dieties and your setting and game stats.

for sect

no; was just a bump in case someone wanted to comment on why the game stopped...

Sigh

Sigh.

Then we agree; as grevious as this item is and that we rather be rid of it; we shall endevor to destroy it and its brothers that are a plague; what say you priest of the this temple; will you call forth a holy war on this item and its brothers, have you a means of its destruction? What compensation can be given knowing that it also stands as the crown jewel of some land; consideration on that part can neigh be forgotten.

I for certain do not like the word demand from one whom we sought help from in good will; it smacks of tyanny and domination rather than a suggestion of wisdom and benevolence. <said matter of fact and without rancor>

What say you my companions; do we leave it here? If it has these reputed powers of compulsion; this priest and all here may be in danger of it, perhaps even now fighting its influence, and certainly it will be sought as some agents of evil may perhaps seek to recombine the set.

<still wary, Victor ponders a static defense here in this church or a fluid defense of keeping the item on the move.>

I see no benefit either way lest they or we can find a way to destroy this grievous item, and should perhaps seek out and destroy its brothers for the greater good.

Take this artifact to the church over yonder and have it examined by those more learned than ourselves I believe

<wary>

<awaiting the actions of others, Victor stands patiently vigil over his charge of guarding the gem; weapons out and ready, a serious expression on his face.>

Beware friends; for I detect evil about; but was interupted before I could ascertain its location or direction; only that it is here with us; I shall guard this item as suggested, but know that in doing so I cannot seek the evil hereabouts.

<draws forth his sword and warhammer; one in each hand and moves to stand over the fallen gem and assumes a guarded posture>
<<gm note: if a fight erupts i will not be attacking with both weapons>>

Victor unstrings his bow and is the last to enter as he stood a short while gazing at the sad female wood carving/burning. His face is troubled for a moment, then after the introductions; he moves his coin purse to the front of his belt so that when he sits it will be in his; uhm, lap.

"do you know anymore details about what in the hills gave yon person such wounds or know if he is willing to come tell us about it; perhaps for a beer and meat pie, perhaps yon warrior by the fire has a thirst to see the world and new cultures; I too would probably be quiet and stand alone were I far from home, in a place where people speak and act differently and social rules are different; I have heard the men of the North have a particular honor"

Nods to the tavernkeeper if their eyes meet.

ah, very sad to hear of such strife in families, no Good can come of it. Perhaps if you wish to get reaquainted with your friend; you can ask him to join us for a meal within the Inn.

<assumes a more relaxed posture, his belly rumbles a bit>

I am finding out that nothing is quite as disheartening as logging in a day later after having checked 6 or seven times and finding out nobody has posted anything in the game in the last 24 hours; guess my excitement level about this game is hirer than the others...

I do believe an explaination is in order that we not missunderstand what perchance is happening here; did you say that that is a stolen crown jewel? Stolen from whom and speak of this bounty.
<assumes a wary stance>

I have always loved the sound of a smithy; the tap tap tap of the hammer the gleam in a smiths eye when something is finely crafted. Is something amiss friend bard or does a smithy remind you too of far away places and friendly faces? I grew up in a smithy you know, tis a family business crafting fine arms and weapons and various gear for sale.

ok; am going to try out this one, though I have no idea what a blood amniote is...

Victor's eyes gaze around at the local defenses watching for signs of recent use and upkeep, tries to ascertain the religion of the local church an how well tended it seems before his eyes come to rest on the tall guard.

"a life of guarding others is a blessed path, be at ease in your task worthy guard as stewardship fosters a true reward; let us then comrades, attend the words of this guardian, and taste of the wonders of this inn and its hospitality as recommended."

<awaits their response>