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Upon hearing of the possibility of a dragon, Amideo grins ear to ear, "The knights of old fought many dragons. Of course, they are as intelligent as you or I, often even more so. If it is such, we should speak with it carefully and respectfully. If it will not let us be in peace though...the glory of a dragon slain is great."
"Many awful beasts, deep in this cavern. What madman architected this place, that it holds so many horrors?"
"A lake underground? All my days, I have heard of nothing like this. Most strange indeed."
Amideo returns Djack's clap on the shoulder with a mighty clap on the back. Unless he's prepared for it, the gesture of affection threatens to send the rogue stumbling. "Let us head south first. The simplest path is often the best."
As the spirit collapses, Amideo smacks his blade once against his shield in triumph before sheathing it. He nods and says softly to nobody in particular, "Your sentence has been served. May justice alone be what looses my blade from it's scabbard." He then turns to the party with a grin, face bruised and bloody, "By the gods, we did well. That was a truly abominable thing we slew. I am, ooph, rather wounded if any of you can help with that."
Amideo takes a deep breath, studying the ghostly woman's movements. He is injured and sore, an yet his duty comes before all. He swings his blade, a perfect, vicious arc, one that would make the valiant caballeros of old cheer with joy. He lets out a mighty whoop and bellows, "True death comes for you, horrid villain!"
Amideo points his sword at the woman as he says with iron conviction in his voice, "You are an abomination, a blight upon the land. I pronounce the sentence of true death upon you, and appoint myself and my companions as your executioner!" As he does so, his blade glows faintly with magical power, holy light derived not from any god but his steadfast dedication to his oaths of office. He steps forward and swings at the woman with his sword, intent on carrying out her sentence.
"Well, good day then Vailanti. I am Sir Amideo Caluzzo di Solva, very pleased to make your acquaintance. When you say she has but one sharp claw is it...on one of her hands or elsewhere?"
Drawing his blade, Amideo follows along with Djack, ”That great bony beast was a frightening foe. It does not bode well for what else might lurk here.”
Amideo's next shield bash goes quite a bit better.
Amideo really, really tries to hit the bone swarm but just can't connect.
Amideo follows Rocko's example, moving up to the bone storm and smashing his shield into it's whirling bulk.
Amideo follows along, musing quietly to himself about the barbarity of the heinous acts that lead to so many bones being present here.
Amideo might care but he also really doesn't know much about magic, certainly not enough to recognize the significance of onyx.
As the xorns flee, Amideo says quietly, ”And now, we remind ourselves pf the greater part of valor, knowing when to live another day. I say we run.”
That's a good idea too.
You’ve got some solid acro, right? You could maybe make it out if you tumbled through.
Agreed, I had that same thought...
Amideo shakes his head, ”My blade is near useless against these foes! Let us try something new!” He sheathes his sword and smashes his shield into the xorn. It
Amideo takes another swing at the rocky beast in front of him, doing much better this time.
Amideo takes a valiant swing at the rocky beast in front of him, but his blade bounces off it with no effect.
Amideo rushes into the cavern, seeing the burst of light as something definitely not normal.
Amideo sheathes his blade immediately, "Let them run. Their only crime has been following their nature, and the sentence for that cannot be death unless they inflict it first."
Amideo takes a swing at the other bat by him, his blade handled deftly and precisely.
Heading up to the fallen bat, Amideo tries his best to slash at it with his longsword.
Can I reach the prone frog with my 20 foot move speed?
Thanks folks, it's tough but getting through it. She was a hardcore cat that made it to eighteen and a half years old, and went out in a hardcore way I think she'd have approved of. We’ll bury her in her favorite napping spot in our rose bed with her favorite treats and some birdseed and feathers so she can chase birds to her heart’s content in Valhalla.
Hey folks, had one of my cats pass very unexpectedly and unfortunately last night, I might be a few days before I’m feeling up to much.
”I would appreciate the use of the rope. Though I might be skilled at jumping, my armor weighs me down quite a bit.”
”If we can avoid staining the earth with blood, even that of evil, it would be appreciated.”
Amideo gives a snappy salute before bowing to the man, "Good day, friend. I am Sir Amideo Caluzzo di Solva, knight of Espa and representative of the Marques, at your service. We have been looking for a series of caverns around here, ones that were said to have belonged to a necromancer. I do not assume you to be connected to them, but an ascetic such as yourself is sure to know his land well."
"War is an unfortunate reality. All the more that the initial settlers actions were cruel and unfortunate. One's duty, if they are to find themselves as the greater power thrust into the midst of war, should be to broker peace..." As he speaks, his tone grows ever more passionate. Amideo sighs and shakes his head, "There it goes again, that dreamy idealism of mine. Raised on the tales of chivalric and gallant heroes of old, ever at odds with the cruel realities of these times."
Amideo shares what information he remembers and mutters, ”By the gods, the barbarity of those early settlers was shocking.”
Amideo gives the bowl a look, trying to remember if he would know anything about it's history or origin based off his noble education in the humanities.
Amideo follows up Djack's attack with one of his own at the troll between them, "Hah! I've had a harder time dancing flamenco with my grandmother. Have at you, beast, you're no harder to hit than a windmill!"
Amideo keeps up the pressure on the troll, attacking the one that he's flanking with Djack.
Amideo steps towards the troll that Rocko's attacking. With a mighty swing of his blade, he cleaves into the beast with all his might.
Amideo adjusts armor and shield, making sure his sword is easily accessible in it’s sheathe. Though less perceptive than some, he made up for it with trained skill in battle.
I can spare some coin!
Amideo begins to recount the story of the opera. His steady tone turns somewhat dreamy as he recounts the plot, "Ah, yes, yes, a sad and beautiful love tale. La Regina dei Fiori, the Queen of Flowers, and the Lily Prince are star-crossed fey lovers hopelessly enthralled with each other, but rule two kingdoms that are at war with each other. It is a tale of love, of war, of passion, of vengeance. The opera ends as a classic tragedy. The Queen of Flowers wanders an empty hall after her beloved Lily Prince has died in battle, singing an aria for her lost love. It is not often that I weep, but as she lay heartbroken upon the terrace where she and the Prince, played by our ever-so-talented Chaucair, sat and shared their first and only kiss, sweet as honey and pure as morning dew..." Amideo's voice trails off, his voice choking up as he tells the tale to Yoltzin. He produces a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his eyes before taking a deep breath, "Gods, I miss the opera. Perhaps someday it shall come to us."
Amideo bows to Fernanda, "Good day, madame Fernanda. I am Amideo Caluzzo di Solva, circuit judge and representative of the Marques. I cannot say I have any questions. I am new to this area. I will defer to the knowledge of those who have spent more time here." shoots a curious look at Chaucair. In a quiet moment he asks the man, "Chaucair? I am certain you do not know me, but I believe I saw you perform in La Magnifica Regina dei Fiori at the Casa de la Trascendencia. You were...ah, you were the Lily Prince, yes? It was a stunning performance, opera is one of the few things I miss deeply about the heartland of Espa."
Amideo grins upon hearing Yoltzin’s offer of digging through the tunnels, ”An undertaking worthy of the brave knights of old! Consider me interested.”
Amideo gives an honest laugh at the title, "Ah, those damned formalities. I took this posting to escape them! Call me Amideo, Sir Amideo if you really must stand on ceremony."
Amideo waves his hand, "No, no, keep your seat." He finds an unoccupied chair and moves it over to the table before heading over to the bar. Reaching into his coin pouch, he places 3 gold pieces on the counter and says to the barkeep, "A round of drinks for everyone here. If this is enough for a second, give them a second." Returning to the party, he takes a seat, "No need for such formalities. My duty is to serve the people, not the other way around. A parley presumes we are enemies, which I would hope we are not. But a partnership? I am amenable to that."
Having briefly overheard Djack's mention of a "mucky-muck in fancy pants," Amideo decides that he should do his best to enlighten the man. He was, after all, to be the long arm of the law around here. The people he was to watch over should learn he was anything but, that their best interests were his. He strides in, the well regimented tap-tap-tap of his riding boots holding a rhythm of military precision. Approaching the table he nods to Djack and then the rest of the group. Amideo speaks with a noted Espanian accent, though his diction is precise suggesting rigorous attention to his cadence, "Good day. I must say, I was not expecting attention called to the fanciness of my pants today, covered in the dust of the road as they are." He gives the group a good look, studying them, "Ah, a gnoll and an unmistakable elf. I had heard some tales of your deeds as I traveled here. It seems I have found myself in the company of some of Albarra's finest. I am Amideo Caluzzo di Solva, appointed by the Marques as the circuit judge of these lands. My own calling is that of peace and order, of lands where it's people need not fear beasts or tyrants. Call me old fashioned, a romantic fool dreaming of the caballeros of old Espa, but it seems you all hold similar ideals."
I think I’ll reuse an old character alias of mine. Hell, given that I made him for my first ever PbP game, I guess it’s my oldest character alias!
Apologies for the lack of posting. I had been waiting on Phaedra for her actions but it seems like they haven't come. I'm totally down for keeping the game going.
Round 2 - Init 7 Amideo wheels around and readies his lance, charging at the shield-wielder and riding past him.
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