Ummm...you could say that. His name is Zizmort. Faelyn stops and thinks for a minute. What are you researching?
The raven explodes into a puff of smoke and reappears as an imp. How about a proper introduction? Zizmort flies off of Faelyn's shoulder and sniffs the air as he circles the bards head. Does this guy have relations with the beauties as well?
Andrea and anyone else with her at Gruum's.
Gruum does not take Ermolos's death well. "Terrible luck that was." He is upset, "Fine lad, good fiber and heart. Damn fine smith." His sullen eyes are wet, "don't know when I'd be able to git Orsin's gear ready now...Ermolos was workin' on dat. Surely, gonna extend the completion time, it's hard losin' both Duncan and Ermolos."
Andrea grips Grumm's arm. I know all too well. Duncan was with me form the start and Ermolos was with us when we went to break Areal out. Andrea breathes in and out, catching her breath. Right now I am getting together money to revive Ermolos, I have taken him to the morgue and plaed a blessing on him to preserve his body. I will ask Areal and Janivan about seeking out one who can recincarnate him. As I know, he will be alive but may very well come back in a different form.
Andrea then takes her leave.
Andrea re-enters and looks around until she sees Truk .
Orsin and I ahve secured the services of a lawyer. She said that it will cost up to 2000 gold to bribe the Hellknights and we will need to purchase Orn from Alphonse. I very much recomend this since another noble famiy, no doubt the ones who had the prisoner are keen on buying him and throwing him into the gladiator pits.
Andrea then turns to Javivan and Aiyln. While it is possible to ask Alisatr to raise Ermolos from the dead, it will cost over 5000 gold to do it. There is also the possibility of Reincarnating him through one of the faiths of nature, would you have knowldge of one who can do such magic?
"Nothing special. I'll let you get going; you've probably got a lot to do today."
"Um, hello there, Master Zizmort. It's probably dangerous for both you and your master to reveal your true form. My name is Orsin. If you and Faelyn head home, you'll meet the beauties he's no doubt told you about."
"Nothing special. I imagine you need to get going, you've probably got a lot to do today."
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"Nothing special. I'll let you get going; you've probably got a lot to do today."
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You are probably right. Hey if you need help look up Melissaa. She has been extremely helpful aiding me in my studies. See you later?
"Sounds great, I'll be sure to do that! Take care!"
Using magic on your friends, Orsin? Is this really what you've been reduced to...?
The bard heads inside the library.
Zizmort changes back into a Raven as Faelyn heads out of the library and back to the safe house. He enters the common room and greets his companions. Afternoon everyone. What have you guys been up to?
Lucrezia just looks at Faelyn. "Do you really want to know what Trouble and I have been doing in your absence?"
Truk grins in Lucrezia's direction and pops another egg in his mouth.
Figures. Faelyn says with a laugh. I always miss out on all the fun. So what's the plan?
A raven flies off of Faelyn's shoulder and lands on Lucrezia. It waddles over close to her neck and then leans over. It caws to Faelyn as it leans forward and looks down.
Lucrezia looks a bit startled to have a raven suddenly land on her.
"When did you pick up a bird Faelyn? Does it like me or is it about to peck out my eyes or something?"
Today and he definitely likes you.
Caw...definitely likes...caw...likes the cleavage...caw!
"Where did you pick him at? A brothel?"
He has led a rough life.
Hello Faelyn, I like your new friend. I went to the lawyer and hired one to help Orn, going to ost a lot. Orsin went off to the library and Grimm hit on Pearl. I'm pregnant. I went to Grumm and he is pretty broken up about Ermolos's death and won't be able to finish Orsin's new armor anytime soon, but I told him we will be working on getting him reincanated. So now I'm back here telling Truk the news and am going to put my feet up for a bit.
In a normal high pitched voice, You got that right bud. oops He catches himself and clears his throats, Caw...got that right...caw!
He flies off of Lucrezia's shoulder creating a distraction and lands on Andrea's left breast.
Caw...the cutey has a bun in the oven...caw
You're what!
Andrea casually gets the raven around the neck. Pardon? I said I'm tired and am going to put my feet up.
Andrea casually gets the raven around the neck. Pardon? I said I'm tired and am going to put my feet up.
Did you say you are pregnant?
Oh yeah...Zizmort likes it rough!
Andrea casually gets the raven around the neck. Pardon? I said I'm tired and am going to put my feet up.Did you say you are pregnant?
Don't be silly, I make sure to use contraceptives. Although they don't always work if they are old, but I'm sure they were very fresh.
Ye already had me ta swear and hit on the ladies. Why'd ye get the foul mouthed bird?
Grimm asks with a bit of curiosity.
Ye already had me ta swear and hit on the ladies. Why'd ye get the foul mouthed bird?
Grimm asks with a bit of curiosity.
I met him at the library. He is not really a bird. Faelyn is not really sure how to address this in front of the Brotherhood. He is like the Erinyes. He is here to help us.
"Your bird is a head?"
"Your bird is a head?"
No. He is a devil, Faelyn looks at Janiven. but he is not evil.
Truk stares for a moment at the massive pile of coin he's just handed over to Andrea.
"It will be worth every copper if it sees my brother free. Thank you 'Drea."
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"You have strange friends", the big orc says as the bird-imp flies about making his introductions. "But friendship should be based on trust. Why not show us your true form?"
He flies off of Andrea and poofs into his true form in front of Truk. (True Form)
I told Faelyn you guys wouldn't care. He made me be the bird. It's his fault. Zizmort points at Faelyn.
Truk stares for a moment at the massive pile of coin he's just handed over to Andrea.
"It will be worth every penny if it sees my brother free. Thank you 'Drea."
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Thank you, I'll get this squirrled away for when the time comes. I am going to go get some ginger tea, I think I am feeling a little nauseous, must still be from that zombie.
At the announcement of the bird being a devil. Grimm half swallows, half chokes and finally spits out his chew.
Then he draws his Greataxe.
ohh, Just told ye that did he? And ye believed him? Ha! He's good like I'm an elf virgin
Zizmort flies behind the large half Orc and lands on his upper back. He peers around Truk's head at the dwarf.
You want to put your axe down and go have a drink.
Spell like ability-Suggestion: will save DC 15
Truk watches as the imp changes shape to reveal his true form.
"There's no need to hide what you are. There's devils all over the place here."
Truk watches as the imp changes shape to reveal his true form.
"There's no need to hide what you are. There's devils all over the place here."
Tell that to the fat angry dwarf with the big axe.
Truk raises a hand.
"There's no need for that Grimm. He came here in good faith and the Champ trusts him. Put that away."
I think I like this guy Faelyn. He says as he crawls up to the back of Truk's neck and straddles it with both legs. He reaches around holding Truk's forehead and smirks at Grimm while his feet dangle on Truk's chest.
"We're going to have to setup some rules tiny man."
"Only one person sits on my neck like that and you don't have her ass."
Zizmort flies up off of Truk. A fellow connoisseur of fine tail! He looks at Faelyn. Now I know I like him.
Grimm sheathes his Greataxe.
Don't need ta offer me a drink twice. Ye gots till I finish a pint ta show me why I shouldn't chop ye in half. An none o yer tricks. Takes a better caster than ye ta effect ME with a spell
Orsin when you arrive at the library an attractive half-elf approaches you offering you assistance, "Good afternoon, my name is Melissaa, can I help you locate something today?" She smiles, then suddenly it dawns on her, "Y...y...your the Opera singer, Orsin Bessatte, I just loved in The Winter of White Roses. She stammers a bit,
W..wo..would it be rude of me to ask for autograph?" she turns a light shade of rouge.
Back at the safehouse a river of mead is flowing. Tension lessens. A suspicious Janiven asks, "How is that your kind is not evil? Never heard of that before, thought it's in your genes?" Her brown eyes fixated on the mischievous imp. "And just how is it you came to find Faelyn?"
Grimm sheathes his Greataxe.
Don't need ta offer me a drink twice. Ye gots till I finish a pint ta show me why I shouldn't chop ye in half. An none o yer tricks. Takes a better caster than ye ta effect ME with a spell
"I knew he'd come around. Grab me a drink too!"
You see Zizmort flies over and lands on a table. He starts pacing back and forth while talking with his hands. I never was into doing evil. I just didn't have it in me. It was always "Asmodeus says this" and "Asmodeus says that". He lifts his tiny hands in frustration. Hey...who put that guy in charge anyway?
Zizmort gets a distant, but pleasant look in his eye. Then I met her majesty, Lilith, and well she kind of wanted some information. How does anyone turn down a request from that red haired beauty? He looks around to see if anyone disagrees and then puts his hands behind his back and resumes pacing. Come to find out she was forming a coup attempt. Asmodeus wasn't happy to say the least.
"So you're a rebel", Truk muses aloud. "I think you'll fit right in here."