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Treppa wrote:

That weird feeling when you're certain a pbp has vanished, but you're not sure which.

I'm not saying it was aliens, but....it was the government.

<<.<<

Amadeo looks for a way to exit the crowd without running afoul of the thugs

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Should he see a good exit strategy he will go for it

Just a heads up. I don't think I mentioned it, but Amadeo has Mage Armor up and running. He casts it daily.

Round 2:

CURRENT MAP

Initiative Order (anyone bolded may act):
Jep
Bub
Grun
Chelish Citizens
Dottari
Amadeo If you want to change Round 1 action after the thugs acted. Not ready for Round 2 action yet.
Nox

I'm good with the change

Amadeo notices the commotion. He tosses back his fish wine and returns the mug

"Methinks it is time for me to attend to some pressing business elsewhere."

Checking on Zeb, and making sure the small monkey is well situated in his coat pocket, Amadeo hurries through the crowd as fast as he can eastwards

Move to P 24

Knowledge: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Amadeo is oblivious until the truncheons emerge

PbP witch. Currently drinking wine with fish in it and gossiping with his fellow Kintargeans

Amadeo laughs ruefully

"It is strange days indeed when excessive law begins to engender chaos!"

Amadeo nods at the customer

"wise words. I would not like to be on the receiving end of the dottari's ministrations today!"

** spoiler omitted **

The fact that Amadeo doesn't choose to respond to him is largely missed by the tiefling posing as a student as his attention is diverted to a petty crime witnessed between two ladies in the crowd. He shifts his weight and prepares to take action...

ACK! Missed that. Mea culpa

Anadeo nods towards Dravek

"My money is yes. Although he might hide his iron fist in a velvet glove "

Amadeo nods at the Thrune Loyalists

"Or a hempen one"

Amadeo nods to the chatter

"The Slasher... I've heard of that somewhere. Refresh my memory?"

D'oh! No K(L)

Amadeo keeps up the companionable chatter with anyone willing to talk to the tiefling

special perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Amadeo nods to the newcomer

"A fractious festival indeed. For what is a mob, but a party perturbed?"

Amadeo looters near the wine sellers, idly chatting with those who come to sample the vintages

diplo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Amadeo scans the crowd

"A rather restless rabble here today. I should think that the current constabulary might be tempted to act if things eventually escalate ."

Amadeo pockets the leaflet in a well-concealed inner pouch of his duster

"I am Amadeo Pontillix, sir, itinerant dabbler in hedge magery and student of Kintargo in her many aspects"

He nods his head, his broad ebon forehead horns gleaming darkly

"Your name good sir?"

I thought my action was already used up this round.

Jep overhears just a scrap of the fish wine merchant relating the sordid tale to the tiefling. He casually stands near Amadeo. "It's enough to make you sick isn't it? Not the wine, although I've never cared for it myself - the fact that a tavern full of hardworking regular folk can get burned into the sea, and the lords at the top go on supporting the regime that let it happen. Almost enough to make one restless..." From under his hood, he glances sideways at the tiefling, trying to gauge his reaction.

Amadeo glances askance at the newcomer. It is so hard in these times to sort the informers from the information gatherers or the simple gossips

"Aye. I had taken a few classes at the Academy myself at one time. "

He coughs delicately

"The Street Campus of course. I had not the silver for a formal degree, but many of the professors there would teach for other considerations at times"

Amadeo frowns

"I hope that none of my erstwhile tutors were in the blaze. Most were not tipplers, but they were of the more ... rebellious bent?"

Amadeo sips at the proffered potable, savoring the nautical notes the cod lends to it

"Straight through the boardwalk! Why that fire must have been as hot as Asmodeus' Azzhole!"

Amadeo looks about a trifle nervously

"No disrespect to You-Know-Who you understand. Just a jocular jape"

Amadeo gulps his glass down

"Still, one wonders at such a brazen blaze. Especially in these difficult days"

Amadeo peers at the pickled piscines within the jars

"No good sir, I had not heard of the Thrashing Badger catching on fire"

He indicates the Cod Cabernet

"A glass of this my fine fellow! "

As the vendor decants his Devonian delicacy Amadeo leans in

"Was anyone of import harmed? Or was it strictly back benchers?"

Amadeo sizes up the crowd, alert for anything interesting or of value to the information sellers. He chats up the interesting folks and tries to read the mood

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Amadeo picks his way carefully along the street. His features leave little mystery as to his parentage, favoring his fiendish father. Despite such a fearsome visage, he affects no swagger, rather staying to the shadows of the buildings,

The crowd seems to surprise him, as he sidles closer to the mob, fascinated despite himself

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

An astute observer would perhaps note a small animal peeking from a deep pocket of his duster jacket

I'm here, just trying to get stabilized! Should have Amadeo tweaked soon

Amadeo takes the offered chance to clean up as much as possible. Despite his fiendish looks, he still quite vain and fastidious. Zeb mimics him, sluicing water over his matted fur.

He sizes up the Children, and silently takes in the palaver without contributing much more than a nod or two.

*sigh*

Just after I posted last my computer got horribly bunged up. I had to summon the fearsome command prompt daemon box to try and fix it*

*Note: IANAITguy

Good news: I fixed it!

I am finding a bit more time, so I will check in more often

I'm about. life is stressful. I do still want to play

Amadeo looks about, trying vainly to comb the sewer filth from the tangles of his coal-black curls

"Is it time to go yet? This sewer is beginning to wear on me"

Amadeo groans

"That was ... Unpleasant. " He rasps in a gravelly tone. He hawks a gobbet of filth onto the sewer cobbles and rises. His monkey chitters from a spot high above the fray, looking none the worse for wear

I'm bleeding out

Amadeo lies crumpled, a spreading pool of blood beneath him looking black in the dim illumination

Just posting my next check

1d20 ⇒ 9

Con Chk: 1d20 ⇒ 10

The foul undead claws rake Amadeo viciously, leaving the tiefling witch unconscious and prone

-1

Amadeo sways with a sinuous grace, narrowly avoiding the skeleton's filthy claws. He loops his mace towards the undead once again

1d20 ⇒ 31d8 ⇒ 3

Amadeo's inexperience with combat shows as his swing misses the mark completely

for the love of ... :/

Amadeo raises his mace, stepping forward to give one of the putrid skeletons a swing

Five foot step and attack b3 skelli

ATK/dam: 1d20 ⇒ 91d8 ⇒ 6

Amadeo looks nonplussed by the skeleton's arising from the sewage. He weaves his fingers together in a complex sign at the skeleton on Damien and hisses, MALEFICO!

The word hangs in the air, echoing strangely in the sewer.

Casting Ill Omen on the skelli by Damien

Amadeo rubs his forehead horns absently

"I hope we can see daylight soon. These sewers seem to go on forever."

Dotting

I need a range weapon =(

Amadeo tucks Zeb into his pocket and moves closer to try and lend support

Sewer Acrobatics check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Amadeo will move to L3 if possible and attempt to engage a gobbo

Mace(if possible): 1d20 ⇒ 21d8 ⇒ 6

I have no magic left worth using, so I will hold action, and see how the melee develops

Amadeo, still cradling his mace, flattens himself by the sewer wall to allow others ease of movement.

*cough*

"My thanks as well, Master Camris."

My monkey got roasted

"Your monkey is OK, Master Amadeo!" Camris relays as he follows Araxus.

"Thank Asmodeus!"

Amadeo hurries along with the others

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Amadeo limps along with the crowd. He calls to Camris

"Is Zeb alive?"

run it is

Amadeo runs away from the swarm

Could Amadeo toss some fire into the unlit oil?

Sorry for slow reply. Thats fine

Amadeo will get as far away from the swarm as he can

A word escapes Amadeo's blistered lips

"Zeb.."

As J Eric Holmes once said, "The dice never lie"

I'm not sure if he has any bonus, so I'll just roll a straight 20

Zeb reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Edit: yeah I think that's a fail

yes. Both down.

Amadeo attempts to crush some of the swarm with his mace

1d20 ⇒ 91d8 ⇒ 4