Alixus heads up to behind Robert and calls out, "On your feet! Double time it! Let's gut these miserable little bastards!"
As he speaks, his words resonate in the minds of the party.
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Alixus, too tries to slash at the fleeing kobold, but can't quite make contact either.
Alixus moves forward, getting into the fray of battle with his shortsword at the ready.
”Many traps ahead? Lovely. Just when I thought this would be easy.“
Alixus wrinkles his nose. A sewer dweller, even a seemingly erudite one, was not the company he had hoped to keep. "Well, a few paramours of mine have called me Sir Knight, but I doubt that Robert there," he motions to the fighter, "is wearing cologne, certainly not any distinct enough to recognize. The name is Alixus Vade. Charmed to meet you." If words had temperatures, the way he said charmed would be ice cold.
Alixus nods, ”Well, lovely to meet you, Mehji. If you know my name already, then you’d also know I am a reporter for the Neverwinter Nights and a rather prolific man about town.” He produces a small notebook and jots something down, muttering quietly, ”Sewers…albino crocodile…gangsters…body disposal.” The man smiles, ”This brief conversation has already given me a story I can spin into something to get the well-to-do in an absolute tizzy. I say, we should keep this one around.”
Alixus draws his shortsword as he calls out, ”Stay sharp! Let’s get the rat bastards!” The words ring in the party’s ears and echo in their minds. The foppish reporter, it seems, has some hidden talens.
Alixus scowls, ”Wonderful. Trudging through a sewer into a nest of gangers. Could be a good story, at least. How about we put our ears to the ground, try to find out more about a safe route there so we don’t end up wandering aimlessly into a grisly fate.”
Alixus raises his eyebrows, ”You’ve said it! That seems…unpleasant to say the very least. There’s not much I can do either to remedy that stab wound there, unfortunately.”
"Do any of us have, hrmm, how to say it.... a particularly glib tongue? Who should take the lead on the discussions, as it were?" ”A glib tongue? Friend, I think you’ll find my gift of gab to be positively sterling. My talent for conceiving schemes is almost as robust.” He pauses to adjust his coat, ”Ah, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t properly introduce myself. I am Alixus Vade, reporter and columnist for the Neverwinter Nights.”
”Excellent terms of payment! I find them more than satisfactory.” Alixus drinks the last of his gin as he takes a moment to think. Who does Deepwater Deliveries work with, and how could this group of newfound compatriots exploit that?
”Discretion then? Well, I can’t speak for the rest of you, but I am nothing if not discrete when the occasion requires.”
Triple Ditto:
The messenger’s knock on the door came as a start. His entertainment of the past few days, a strapping Amnite whose name he only vaguely knew, slept like a rock beside him. Well, he’d worn the man out enough, better to see to whatever this is himself. Heading down the burgundy-carpeted stairs of his townhouse, he goes to the door and opens it, surveying the pageboy before him. Alixus frowns slightly, "Ah, not the person I had hoped, not unless you're smuggling wine and roast fish in that coat somewhere." Hardly waiting for the young man's reply he sees the letter, "Oh, mail. Positively delightful, must be of great import to disturb me at such an hour. Hand it here then, and be on your way." Reading the letter he smiles. The payment of one question, how typically Sharran. He'd have to make it a good one. Dirt on a rival journalist? Perhaps. Dirt on a politician? Even more likely. Whatever the question, his goal was to get the most sensational story in the next issue of Neverwinter Nights, whatever the cost. Alixus strides into the room, his confidence unshakeable. His dark hair is slicked back, and he wears fine clothes. Certainly not of noble birth, but with the means of a well-to-do gentleman, or perhaps just the child of one. Though he carries himself like a Neverwinter dandy, there's a certain decisiveness to his walk that suggests it to be a carefully constructed facade. The man strides to the bar, ordering a snifter of gin before turning to survey the room. Keen, dark eyes look out over the tavern before spotting the woman he is to meet. He smiles broadly when he sees the paracountess, pearly white teeth with not an ounce of kindness behind them. Alixus speaks with a raconteur's confidence, "Good day milady, ever so lovely to see you again. It has been too long, I concur, since we last traded wits over drinks at this very table, if memory serves. My many dreary days have suffered for that fact. And of course, I would be quite remiss if I did not convey my profound honor in your introduction the lovely Isabeau there." He gives the woman a nod before continuing to the paracountess, "I received your letter, and find myself quite intrigued by what you propose. Once the formalities of a first meeting with," he looks behind him at the very large newcomer heading towards the table , "I would so enjoy hearing what you would request of my services."
Feelings are the same as Slenk. Been enjoying the dynamics but do whatever you need to take care of yourself.
Alixus raises his unholy symbol as he says, "May the judgement of the Pit take you!" As he does so, a spiked chain made of dark, infernal iron rises from the ground, trying to wrap against the foot of the cat and trip it.
Alixus raises his unholy symbol and says, "May the Archstar guide you!"
"A fine idea."
”A fine idea. I will see what I can glean from them, if anything.” With that, Alixus sets out on the town, finding what pockets of civilians will talk to him with fairly dubious success.
Jeez, stay safe Snowheart!
Updating Alixus now, should be done soon.
"Keep him alive. We'll make an example of him later."
"Her false valor is meaningless. Law prevails."
"Listen not to the Sword Knight! She is an illusion, all she speaks are lies!"
Alixus stands solemnly in front of the crowd for a moment, as if thinking about what to say. It was a ruse, of course, but words flowed were taken best when it was thought they came from the heart. His voice is calm and smooth as he begins to speak, "People of Longacre. I invite you to look upon this scene, and see what the rebels intend for our town. Perhaps you do not know the full story. I believe you deserve it. The agents of the Archbaron went to the chapel of Iomedae, seeking to foster good will with the Sword Knight Allamar. She would not see reason, and cruelly attacked us. We bested her, for the law and the lord Asmodeus were on our side." He takes a deep, shaky, and entirely dramatic breath, "And just as we went to heal our wounds and make what we could of a grim situation, we find that the Allamar twins and Caggan were fomenting chaos in the town center, seeking to burn down your homes and businesses. Caggan himself had turned into a ravenous beast, seeking only blood and destruction!" Vade stares into the distance, shaking his head slightly, his voice cold with (false) rage, "Do you not see the danger that these rebels pose? They will attack the agents of the law under nopretenses, employ dangerous, monstrous allies, and seek to destroy the town that I know you all hold so dear!" Just as his speech reaches a crescendo he takes a long breath, collecting himself, "Justice will come for them, in time. As we search for these villains, your help is more critical than ever. If you see any seditious activity, do not hesitate to report it to the notary, myself, or one of the Archbaron's other agents."
"Madam Cembers, over at the Arch and Lark, certainly would. Gerya Rohalendi would be an influential figure, though one we've already secured on our side."
"A fine idea."
"Perhaps, yes. I can draw up requisition paperwork and see if I can't expedite the process by speaking to him in person. Speaking with influential townspeople does seem a prudent course of action."
"I have little use for silver as well. My Lord's power is my weapon."
I'll come with to Ruckleer's.
Alixus nods to Slenk, "A fine idea. I shall work on that tonight, and deliver the address tomorrow. I am certain that between you and Alyczandra a fine portion of the town can be gathered at the church. I will also need time to issue an interim writ of consecration it in the Archfiend's name."
Sounds good to me. I'm also out of spells. I'm really enjoying the Slenk/Alixus dynamic so far, so more opportunities to play that out are always welcome.
There is a delicious bit of irony to it.
Alixus nods at Slenk, "Prudent as always. Nisra Wilmore seems the best option for magic, and Ruckleer for silver weapons. Perhaps we go to the church as a group, ensure it is not compromised by Caggan and the Allamars, and then we divide our forces. As you mentioned, a sermon to the people of the town may be useful, if only to cement our control. I am certain the Demibaroness can negotiate terms with whoever we purchase the items from."
Alixus nods, ”Prudent. I thank you for your understanding, milord.”
Alixus shoots a look at the guard spoke as if to say, I heard you. When they approach the Archbaron, Alixus speaks. Though not afraid of the baron's response, he is unsure what it will be, "Your excellency, we bring news. Though only Asmodeus himself knows the true ramifications, some is good, and some is poor. The Sword Knight is dead. She attacked us, and as is the duty of the faithful, we smote the heretic with the righteous fury that is commanded of us." He sighs before continuing, "Our victory was short lived. The Allamar twins freed Caggan, who as it turns out, is filthy, piggish lycanthrope. They escaped, and set the jail on fire in the process."
Alixus nods, before stepping forward, saying in a loud, clear voice, ”Just as we, your protectors, do our part by hunting down the villains that started this fire, so too must you do yours. Extinguish the blaze in the name of law, order, and Longacre!”
From what I gathered, I think the idea was that we would give up in the fight against Allamar. Never count on players not being stubborn, I guess.
Alixus says calmly, but full of contempt, "Caggan, working with the Allamar twins. We should've hung him when we had the chance."
As the group follows the guard, Alixus says to him, ”Ensure some of your compatriots keep this place under constant watch. Seditious elements will likely see it as a valuable target.”
”If there is work to be done, let us attend to it with haste. I must warn you, though, the favor my master has allocated me for the day is nearly expended.”
Alixus says quietly, "Strange footsteps from outside. We may have some more company coming."
Alixus exhales heavily, "Unfortunate it had to come to this. Doubly so that we will not learn what she knows. Her decision was made when she attacked us, though. Come, let us see what we can find of interest here."
Alixus heads into the room and unleashes another wave of negative energy, aiming to hurt the Iomedaen.
Having healed his compatriot, Alixus heads back into the room, grabbing the tome.
Alixus sends forth another blast of dark energy, this one intended to heal Alyczandra.
Alixus nods, heading over to the paladin's desk and looking for anything interesting.
Alixus places a hand on Jerax's shoulder, "Fight for our master!"
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