I like playing the guy that's under suspicion, hence the NE.
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We could merely play it off as her venturing from sand point to find them, couldn't we?
Circling the group of citizens that have taken interest in the hanging to be, Shadrick is disappointed to find that no one in the immediate gathering stands out. No women of supple make, and the guards seem bored to literal tears. Guards. "Hmm... Placing a hand on his chin. A thought to ask directions suddenly crosses him, but he waves it off as it is nowhere near his time to meet the baron. Followed by lengthy amounts of cheering and jeering at the spectacle, Shadrick finally manages to pick a person out of the situation, but it's not one he was particularly expecting. He notices, far in the distance, coming toward this particular direction, a Dwarf. He seems rather armed. Nidale is bad for it's shady people, but he seems more prepared to banish Zon Kuthon from the area himself. Ever intrigued, he approaches the man, knowing full-well he can't be from this morgue of a city. He approaches the Dwarf, waving an excited hand, putting almost his full body into it.
I'm perfectly content with our characters running into each other, by the way, Fearn. In fact, I would prefer it, so we could begin quickly. I have about 50 minutes to get to my house after I write this, and as soon as I get there, I hope you have something down and mancy takes note. The polar opposites should probably get on each other's good sides first.
The game's just started and you've treated me to public displays of animosity and carnal human nature. I. I think I might cry. This is gonna be great. Double time people, I have a whole lot of nothing to do!
1? If we get everyone in the same area, I could easily do 70.
Well, half of my predictions were right. I'll slip a NE into RoTrL eventually.
"I came from a... place in Magnimar. I was raised there, but I left at the age of 18, roughly 8 years ago and ventured here. There were plenty of things to happen on the way here, but I would rather hold onto that information, per say." He removes his scythe from his back once again, placing it on the table, with the blade facing toward him. Unsheathed, the rest of the scythe is a crimson hue, bearing a spot on it where a symbol has been etched out with great intensity.
The kind where I can truly enjoy gatherings like this. A bit of melancholy enters his eyes for a moment, thinking back at the people he had to kill to escape the church of Zura. Commoners, but none innocents. It was self defense, he thought. At least, that's what he told himself. While i've been in sandpoint I've found that the scythe is a decadent weapon to use against those... goblins. Not so much for reaping them, but the imagery really terrifies their tiny little minds. ... It also doesn't exactly help they're as tall as wheat! Ha ha! he says, laughing quite a lot. He remembers plenty of goblins, but very few actually fought back against him. It was a bit disappointing, really. His sadism he didn't consider a problem to revel in public. Especially when the creatures in question were universally despised.
Shalluk's done. Although I must say, I'm rather regretting choosing to be an outsider - it's been hard to find anything to do but stand and lurk. In my defense I tried to start a conversation with your character, but since we were stressed for time I played it off as if you ignored me. Sorry about that.
He extends his hand for a shake. "My name is Aergo Boreal Mavis. A bit of a jack-of-all trades, and rather good with words. I'm not particularly good at dancing with people, as you may have seen, but, that's the least of my worries in my line of work."
Noticing the Tiefling's bashfulness, he changes his target of attention. Namely to the sudden magical lights hovering over a table. He had just enough time to see the man in the robe that conjured them. Aergo's family had plenty of Infernal and Abyssal sorcerers. The devils and demons had fiddled around in his history for gods knows how long. This had, of course, sparked an interest in his magic long ago, but he never built on it. He probably never would, of course, as he was far too religious. He'd sooner take part in inquisition, or be a priest, although definitely not of his current deity... or would he? The question amused him. Regardless, taking the interest he had, he walked over to the man that conjured the lights, knowing full-well he was trying to get the attention of someone who was most probably not him. "Fancy display! What spell is that, sir? Pardon my intrusion, but you seemed a bit apart from everyone." He says, whilst sitting down at the table and hailing Ameiko with a wave to come over
Aergo watches the scene, typically enjoying the differences in everyone's tastes. There is dancing, and singing, and all kinds of wonderful things. His original mood is now officially gone, and his hopes for the festival tomorrow rise significantly. He looks around, noting the different conversations, smelling the food, and drinking his drink. It's at about this point he notices the recluse, trying to remain under the radar at the same table. Though he wore a hood, and he was obviously trying to remain secretive, Mavis had seen enough Tieflings in the past to know their habits in public. He scooted closer to the quiet stranger, feeling a little more relaxed with a race he was... definitely accustomed to. He gave the stranger a quick tap on the shoulder, fully expecting him to whip around anxiously. "What brings you here?" (Spoken in Abyssal)
Are there any specific alignment restrictions, or is a NE Cleric of Deskari feasible? I've had this guy sitting in a closet itching for some gameplay.
I'm pretty sure he'll find something lady-like to impress in this campaign. Even if it is a succubus. I haven't played this module before, so I'm not sure.
I'm actually rather enjoying this bit of chaos. It's not that hard to get around. I'm just waiting on someone to go unconscious.
Finishing the scene with Zeladania the strapping Mavis finds himself absolutely taken by the turn of pace. Stories had a way of getting to the softer parts of his mind. He was used to massive, hedonistic parties, but here? Here had good clean fun, and plenty of different mindsets. It was... It was refreshing. He walks over to the gathering of people, polite-fully gesturing as his scythe trails behind him, properly sheathed. "I would tell my own stories, but alas, mine are all far too similar!"
"Good sir! I've merely heard parts of both of these, but would one of you kindly tell another? I'll personally pitch in another 5 gold for drinks among all of us, if you do. Edit: Why can't I normally roll like that?
"Oh believe me, I've had enough encounters with various injuries. I'm well-acquainted with the healers." He says this while walking towards his scythe, grabbing it, looking down for a moment and closing his eyes. He stops for a moment, as if contemplating ideals with a look of deep thought. He spring back to life wide-eyed, enthusiastic once more, and goes to an area nearby with good visual range to her Rogue, and unsheathes the weapon.
"I pray you enjoy..." He says with an uncharacteristically low voice. Perform: (Dance) While not his best dance, Aergo clearly displays his prowess with his weapon of choice. He spins it gracefully, though not fast, as drunken people are abound and anything could happen at any time. Though the dance is short, it is strangely alluring, as if hand crafted to show off the prowess and charisma of the wearer, as well as be very dangerous. Anyone could obviously see that Aergo held back on the speed of the scythe twirling. As he finishes his last few spins, he quickly sheathes the blade and returns to the seat with a serious expression. Then, suddenly, a white, toothy grin. "Well?"
We should all really try to get on the same page here. Anyone who sees this, if you have steam, search "Parkofrogorel" or "Duboris" for a friend. You're looking for a bald old man with an eyepatch for the picture. Pretty sure my character name is Parkofrogorel. Regardless, if it's duboris, add that.
"You make a valid point. Well then. Shall we?" With those last words, Aergo takes a bit of a breath and begins.
Being massively unaccustomed to dancing with things that are, in fact, not his scythe, Aergo stumbles constantly, ultimately embarrassing himself. " It's a shame, but I'm afraid I'm a lot better at this when my partner, well, isn't as lively." he says, stifling his laughter towards the situation. "How's about I try this by myself? I guarantee it'll be vastly more impressive, and I won't end up bruising your feet. No sense in injuring them in even the slightest before your performance, agreed?" He says, as he leads the woman by the hand back to her original seat. "I'll scoot this chair back for you, if you'd like."
Aergo can practically not believe his manners! "Oh my! My! I have completely forgotten my manners. My name is Aergo Mavis! A charmer, for the most part, and a dancer. I'm here on account of the festival tomorrow." He reaches out his hand and grabs hers, lifting her up out of her seat carefully.
"Do you mean to dance with your blade rather than with a lady? I would gladly give a review to a fellow performer, regardless of what they choose to dance with." "Ah! Well, though a shame it may be, I'm afraid my dance partner for the performance tomorrow will be this blade itself, so it takes precedence, I'm sad to say. However, I will not pass up the chance with a lovely such as yourself. I'll gladly do both, though, for your safety, and the laws of common sense, not both at the same time. Which would you prefer first?"
Aergo's eyes light up immediately at the invitation and springs to his feet, cracking his knuckles as he walks over to the halfling and the ever-alluring newcomer. "The allure was appeasing, and it turned plenty of heads, I'm sure. I intend to dance at the Theater tomorrow, though it won't be for Desna, rather, the people themselves. I pray I shan't make a fool of myself." Aergo sizes up the woman after a quick few glances and fancies an idea. "Could I interest you in a dance of my own make, kind woman and you review mine?" He says, as he pulls out his scythe, currently with it's metal serrated edge covered in red leather, letting the long, silk ribbon fall from it's edge. He has an inquisitive look on his face, as well.
Still in the same seat, Aergo loses interest in the potential incarceration of his local inebriated friend in light of something that he finds much more interesting. He notices in the corner of his eye the swish of scarves and the supple rhythm of the glorious female anatomy that he so dearly loves for various reasons. He slinks back into his chair, and a slow, white smile appears on his face. He openly says the phrase "One of the first few in and I somehow got front row seats to a show I was not, in fact, informed of! Gentle ladies, would you care if I joined you?" He says, attempting to garner the attention of the nearby women, hoping he had not offended them prior with anything.
> Paladin says "Interesting choice of weapon"
"Well now, there are certainly some rather interesting looking menfolk about here tonight huh? Either of you see anyone who catches your fancy?"
Musht be, I ain't in jail, but the night ish shtill young Aergo, following his previous rabble-rousing, leans back at the lack of response. "They're much too lost in the moment to get any more riled up, ha ha!" He then overhears the rugged lady he remembered from earlier with the halfling claim she might end up in jail tonight. He sort of looks over, and then leans over to ask "Still young? Maybe, maybe, but jail? Oh I assure you lovely that most likely..." He pauses again. "You probably won't be the only one! Ha ha! But fear not! You wouldn't be the first drunk lady that I've bought out of those bleak bars."
And not long since I've called someone one, madame! Mavis turns around after galavanting and sees a busy Ameiko Kaijutsu. "It's a busy night, isn't it? Probably going to be even busier tomorrow. You have my sympathies, but I intend to stir this into a wonderful prequel!" He claps his hands. "Tomorrow is going to be fun! Isn't that right people!?"
Can I get an ale, and some water for my dog. I'll pay for the water if needed. Then maybe a snack from the kitchen for both of us as well. Aergo sees the man sit down, leans back a wee bit back to where he placed the gold on the counter just before Ameiko can reach out to pick it up, and flicks 2 gold pieces down towards the newcomer, retaining his smile the whole time. "Why yes, yes you can good sir!" Aergo looks around the room, which is suddenly a pivot point of charisma, good food, great drink, and lovely woman and he can't believe his luck. It gives him an odd sense of satisfaction to be able to sit among people like this. He smiles, and sits back in his chair.
"10 gold!" He says, slamming 10 gold pieces onto the counter. "One for the dashingly soon-to-be-inebriated little one, another round for the rugged woman down the way, and whatever else for the people getting ready to walk in might want! He stands up, looks around the room and sees the rest of the people walking into the room and says, "You! All of you, and especially the ladies~ He winks Drink! Drink! Tonight will be a night to remember! He pauses for a moment, then throws his arms up: "Or not! Ha ha!"
"Goodness, I'm sorry!" She pants, now out of breath both from running and from her extremely run-on story. "Mighty fine! Mighty fine! merrily yells back Mavis. "Don't worry your pretty little head, there is nothing but fun to be had!" Aergo looks back at Ameiko, taking note of the woman's veritable figure and enjoying her company. He suddenly spurts a grin, "Ameiko, do you think you could hook up our tiny little ball of excitement and fun here with whatever she requests? She's probably thirsty. Grab the lady a drink. My treat!" He shifts his entire body exceptionally quick towards the Halfling in peaked curiosity and excitedly asks, "Do you drink, little one? I can call you little one, right?" wide-eyed and happy to be alive. |