Also all of your bonuses stack. Most of them are all nameless bonuses with the exception of robahls which is a morale bonus.
As LeVash finally hits his mark theres this immense and sudden string of utter failures. By the last hour Robahl's voice is near hoarse from all the frustrated shouts and angry insults. At last he hurls his copy of the cript down and kicks a table over shouting "Hopeless! HOPELESS! Medicority! I'm surrounded by talent less mediocrity! No! WORSE! I'm surrounded by people who can't even pretend they're acting! ARGH!"
With that he storms off to a bemused smirk from Thesing and a worried look from the women of the play.
As all of you go to have your costumes and make-up removed Robahl chases down LeVash holding a circlet in his hand."It’s unfortunately too late to fire you and find a better actor, or to hire a second illusionist to replace you with an effect. We’re all stuck with you, is what I’m saying, so to soften the blow of your dulcet tones, I think you should wear this during the play.” Robahl hen hands LeVash a circlet of persuasion.
Bloodless takes the criticism on board, and thinks about what went wrong, what minor distraction was putting him off his game...
Asmodia is inured to Robhal's abuse. She recognizes that Tybain's part is scarcely integral, and she spends her otherwise idle hours reading the play in its entirety. She has no desire to speak to the cast members, as short live as their "friendship" might be, considering the opening date of the play.
Whenever she sees Thesing, she teases him by bearing her teeth in a feral "smile."
Bejis does want to go shopping today, while we can. At a minimum, he would like to stock up on more Shoanti Barbarian Chew.
Aerieth continues to try to avoid annoying Robahl.
LeVash nods, "Understood. I make no claims to skill in acting, so I'll take any advantage offered."
He'll take the circlet, but won't immediately don it.
In the morning, he'll switch out Spark for Detect Magic and will check over the circlet to make sure it is no more than he says it is.
On the next day, he'll show up wearing the circlet.
I will also check out the circlet.
Spellcraft: <--not much better
I will take 10 if I can for a 21.
For all intents and purposes it is what Robahl said it is.
If you'd like to go shopping you have a bit of time before the public dress rehearsal which starts at 4pm the next day.
Asmodia will volunteer to move and buy items if the remainder of the group will trust her with items and money. Or if someone wishes to join we can cue the shopping montage!
Bloodless relies on wit and steel, and has no other nifty preparations to make... sadly.
Instead he will just roll with the punches and see what happens, and of course help out in any way he can :)
Bejis wants to ensure that we have sufficient healing/recovery available.
"Solan, we need to talk. I've been avoiding this, because our last discussion ended so badly, but I'm realizing it's not just myself I'm putting in danger by letting this lie...not to mention I was unsure I was going to make it to this point"
"You remember the play you told me you'd be 'attending'? Well...I'm in it, the lead, in fact, although under an assumed name. Just telling you that is a major act of trust for me, so please hear me out."
"It's important to me not only that I and my companions survive, but that we do well. So I'm asking you, as your brother, please don't interfere in the play. We're going to have a tough enough time surviving the inherent dangers of the play without additional surprises, and I don't want to risk the audience on top of that.
"Can you do this for me?"
Your brother is practicing his archery in the courtyard where you find him. He doesn't say anything to you for a moment before he puts the bow down.
"Oh, my dear brother wishes to actually speak with me again?" He smiels humorlessly."Even you have to admit there was only one way to deal with that man. But that's not why you are here. No I've no plans to interfere though I don't cherish the thought of you going so beneath your station for sucha barbaric performance. Besides, that would be rude to my date."
"Suffice it to say that we disagree on how he was handled. Particularly on the issue of how it impacted his young target."
"Still, I've no desire to fight at this point. I wish you and your date well...but please, no surprises."
Solan shrugs. "Another rat scuttling around the feet of the masses. Go down a street and you'll kick a few no matter how carefully you step. You should be thanking me brother. Now your alter ego won't have to go through the shameful embarassment of failure. He'd have simply got over it in the long run, found another child, or perhaps even an entire pack of children all born from the infested worm ridden corpse of a mother that this city is. But go, enjoy getting tied to the rack and whipped Larazod. I'll leave all the nights surprises to you. Oh by the by I would suggest writing some form of will or making arrangements for burial. All told the play's reputation is quite nasty. While I don't relish the idea of seeing your bloodied corpse I desire trying to guess your postmortem desires even less." As he listens he downs a goblet of whine and picks up his bow once more.
Bejis wants to buy 4 more Shaonti Barbarian Chews.
Right so I'll move along this walking ball of drama in the morning. Please mark off the money and the item from thine sheets. Somewhere deep in Egorian a certain half elf is reaching for her weapon and wondering where it went.
As you get to the limehouse theatre around noon to get dressed adn ready for the official dress rehearsal the usual crowd around the theatre has grown. You suspect taht by the size of the crowd some souls were willing to risk the shadowbeasts to ensure that they could be first in line to see the amusement of missed lines, not so special effects, and missed cues. The size is intimidating and you're met with cheers and jeers, and jokes. This sin't quite the admiring or curious crowd you've come to expect over the past several days. In fact looking out much of the crowd's typical middle to upper class crowd has been replaced with lower class laborers, backstage workers, street performers, dock workers, and other types more amused by a pie to the face then an eloquently delivered line. And with it comes the smell. The smell of rotten vegetables, old fish, eggs that are way past their due date. As you walk through the crowd to the din you suddenly wish very much to have been back in that dark hole fighting tieflings and your own fears.
As you get ready for the rehearsal memorizing and rememorizing your lines and cues over and over again the professionals comment at the growing crowd just beyond the stage.
"By the Prince's Greasy Goatee just what is that smell!?!" Delour says fanning herself with a lacy fan.
"Smells like, cabbage, tomatoes, hmmm, last weeks catch. Could make a salad from it." Millech jokes as he starts climbing up into the rafters.
Calseinica ignores the growing din outside and continues to look ovef her lines sashaying too and fro as she practices her motions.
Robahl emerges from the back and offers a last piece of advice.
“Do your job. Ignore the rabble. If they throw something, take it and
move on. Anything less than them actually starting a fire
is not cause to stop the performance.”
This is how it'll work.Larazod will be making a series of 7 perform rolls DC20. Each of you will be attempting to aid another. Success is good. Failure is bad. Got it? Rather then making all the rolls at once make one roll describing how your character treats the performance and puts his own personal twists on the character. Good prose will get you a +2 bonus on your roll. Otherwise treat this like a seven round combat. You do not need to type out your lines. That can wait until the actual play on the next day.
Act 1
Larazod will be making a series of 7 perform rolls DC20. Each of you will be attempting to aid another.
Larazod will be making a series of 7 perform rolls DC20. Each of you will be attempting to aid another.
Not a typo. That's exactly what the AP calls for.
Morning star appraised value = 1154
Wand of Cure Light - Fully Charged 750 gp
Scroll of Lesser Resto - 300gp
leaving us with 100gp for Miss Aerieth to work up some 1st level scrolls of enlarge person (should not need it for more than a minute at a time). Asmodia will prepare Shield of Faith, assuming that Bejis does not have a deflection AC item that it will not stack with already, and more lesser restoration. Good?
If TarkXT will allow a little retcon, I can easily have scrolled 1 enlarge person per day. They are 12.5gp for CL 1 and 25 gp for CL 2. I can only create 1 per day, so I will only be able to scribe 1-2 if we only have 2 days. Probably 4 total if I can retcon.
Bejis does his best to project lively defiance for Krona's small part in Act I.
Asmodia supports Shade in a startlingly accurate performance. Any who are close note the lack of the alcohol smell on her breath, clothes and hair. When Bejis also delivers a stellar performance as Krona, she with mercilessly sexually harass his female half orc off stage and grab his fake boobies and butt like a patron at her job.
LeVash stalks on stage, perhaps giving Lazarod too dark an aspect for a theoretically heroic role. LeVash's Lazarod is defiant, but icy cold.
Recalling with disdain the aloof and disrespectful elders who forced Aerieth to leave her home after her parents died, Aerieth channels her disdain for their concern for only themselves and their direct charges into her roll as Dentris. All the scholarly elders, the self involved wizards, and the other elves who disrespected her and chased her out of town.
Aerieth carries her head high, and speaks down to Larazod, Dentris' charge.
Perform(Assist):
As each of you speak your lengthiest lines adding to the overall excellence of LeVash's performence all of the other actors easily and effortlessly hit their cues. Calseinica effortlessly transforms from a slightly naieve and starry eyed waif to a sultry clever temptress who cna easily take the hearts, and more, of any man she chooses.
The crowd sheers, some goats bay, and a flock of chickens panics and flocks into the air before settling back into the crowd. Suddenly the rumors of the Limehouses wild crowd become all the more deserved. As the curtain descends the set is changed once again and within a few minutes the curtain raises again.
ACT 2!
Perform(Assist):
Recalling the pain I felt when I was exiled from my home, I vehemently present my lines supporting LeVash. As I gracefully move across the stage, I add numerous flourishes reminiscent of the unholy motions used by adherents of Asmodius.
Relying on the level of support given be the others, LeVash settles into a comfortable rhythm...unfortunately not his best work.
Perform
Bloodless plays his part as Drovalid just like he has been practicing.
He plays on the contrast of his white skin against the black leather, and he gently strokes the instruments of pain with menace and malice.
Each line is delivered with gusto, however with each lash he yells too, helping increase the volume of the cries from the torture session, each swing of the lash completed with a flourish and some fanfare, one eye to the audience as if seeking their support in his bloodlust... as though the more they yell, the harder and more brutal will be the strikes.
Bejis delivers Krona's line of internal conflict between Drovalid and Larazod somewhat flatly. However, he draws deep into his internal hatred for the call of damnation, ending the performance on a note full of emotion.
Asmodia manages to withhold the venom in her voice when forced to deliver Tybain's lines about how great Lazarod is when he is the most just servant of Asmodeus in the trial.
"Ha! Even in the face of soul-crushing pain, he taunts this ridiculous Magistrate of Hell. Hear me, Aroden, if Asmodeus has such as Larazod in his employ, all our efforts are doomed. Would that you could command such steadfast loyalty as this one here, who laughs at death and grins at the grimmest pain."
Secretly, however, Asmodia is getting quite a kick out of watching Bloodless beat on Shade. It is almost... cathartic.