Arch and Lark: Apano sits at his table for a while as he finishes his drink. His eyes initially dart around the room, looking for interesting patrons, but then decides to keep it on the down-low. He stands up, and walks towards Max's room. He knocks, waits to be 'let in', and opens up the door. "Place is dead, your grace. Should I call for some entertainment for the evening? Unless the esteemed owner already has some sort of band scheduled?" he looks at Fordaneil. "Or perhaps, in the meantime, his grace would welcome a walk to see the town instead?"
Arch and Lark: After a 'successful' stake-out, Apano decides to reward himself with something to wash down the aftertaste of bootlicking. He enters the inn again, this time finding a table to sit down to. Preferably a small one. As he sits, he looks around the place to get a bit familiar with the patrons' faces. Any halflings or tieflings in here?
Update. Dog is fine for the time being. Had to shorten the tail, because he is cute as a dick, but just as dumb. What started as a minor injury on the tail, through several days of licking and biting, became a serious issue. Infection, inflammation, all of the lovely things one likes when they lack impulse control. As a bonus, he had a birth defect (crooked tail) that did not help with the healing process. So now I have a discount dog. 50% off.
Arch and Lark: Apano follows Maximillian into 'his' room quietly, keeping up the serf facade. While Maximillian is busy talking the staff down, he steps in. "Sir, with your permission, I will go check on the horse. I will be back momentarily. Unless you need me here and now?"
Unless stopped, Apano will step outside to check on the building. He initially goes to look at Maximillian's horse, but then walks around the
Any prominent windows or back entrances that could be used by our entertaining mark to run away? Perception if needed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Hah. Maybe I could at least find the horse with that?
Arch and Lark: Apano shows a hint of grin on his face as he notices the bartender watching his hands. "Sir, I am conflicted. Do you reckon the service sees my hands in plain sight, or hidden out of sight? Should I go check on the horse? Perhaps the lady would be happy if I were out of sight completely." he turns to Maximillian, but gives the bartender a short stink eye halfway through the motion.
Apano wears simple clothes. Very plebeian. If he'd be concerned with such matters, he would feel out of place. Instead, he gives the bartender a quick nod of acknowledgement with a quick, obviously fake smile, and turns to Maximillian. "I don't think the service likes me. Curious, since I am here for the first time. You want to play the noble-and-servant game? We seem to look the part." He follows Maximillian towards the tap, and puts his hands on the counter. He taps his fingers a few times as he looks around, then stops.
Ah. Sorry to see you go, Lucien. Our joint cooperation was brief, but the groundwork you laid down is appreciated. As for heals, I have options with kinetic healer, if you all are able to shoulder the nonlethal damage. If not, I could remake the character, I suppose. An life mystery oracle could do the trick, regardless of alignment. Though a selfless oracle dispersing their own life force doesn't really fit an evil campaign, but I can make something work if it is needed.
"Apologies, Archbaron. Didn't mean to waste your time, but I am still a little lost on the actual assignment. We are to track down and dispose of those angel knight, then? Or bring them here breathing? Is it something else that you would like me to do? Or can these er... Fine folk fill me in on the details?"
Apano looks Maximillian up and down as he asks his question. His gaze rests on the man's weapon belt. He smiles, and snaps his fingers. Immediately, the morning star on Maximillian's belt unstraps and falls to the ground, just barely missing his foot. "Happy?" The tiefling's head is almost shaven, but he does have a short, sun-bleached goatee and relatively long eyebrow hair of the same colour. His amber-tinted skin compliments his light-blue eyes. Other than that, he is not exactly tall. Just a little above 5 ft, not including the two antler-like horns growing from the roof of his forehead. He is thin, almost as if ravished by hunger, and not very muscular. But there is a shine in his eyes as he looks over you with an analytical look. He sports a simple leather hide and pants, covered by a linen shirt. As if to blend with the crowd. At times, it almost seems as if the shirt was moving in the wind, though there is no draft here at the moment. When he stops laughing at the morning star, he looks around the new arrivals, scanning them top to bottom several times in silence. "Well, since we are doing introductions, the name's Apano Taspiga. I'm a good listener. My feet are light, and my fingers are lighter. I like long walks on the riverbank." he smiles. "I was summoned from Westcrown. No titles, if that's what you are interested in."
So full HD worth of HP on first level, then 4,5,4,5 and so on? I'll have an actual description later today or early tomorrow. For now, the avatar image is pretty fitting. Amber-tinted skin, short hair, blonde facial hair with a little salt in it (age - I imagine the character in his late 30's or early 40's). Not particularly wealthy dressed. He is a tiefling, after all, and officially works as a mortician's assistant. Nothing too fancy.
Apano looks around the room as they are waiting, scanning the other petitioner now and then. He doesn't initiate conversation. There will be time for that later. Probably. Who knows? Once Fex enters the room, he bows his head ever so slightly. "Archbaron." he addresses the man quietly, but only for a greeting. Once the pledge process is explained, he looks at the pedestal. He shrugs "Sure." and walks closer to put his hand on the pillar. A glimpse of hesitation flashes in his eyes, wondering if it will hurt at all. Then again - anything that is worth anything comes with a little pain. He puts his hand on the stone. "I swear my absolute allegiance to Archbaron Darellus Fex, Her Infernal Majestrix Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune, and the Empire of Cheliax." he pronounces loudly, then waits for something to happen. He remains in place for a few seconds, looks around curiously, and takes his hand off to step back. "Your turn, Blondie" he smirks at the other applicant, and taps his foot as he waits.
Ah. GM, I need some clarifications for the profile. How are we doing HP? I don't think it was stated in the recruitment post. On the other variable thing, money. Not that kineticist needs much, so I assume some armour will be available from what I have, other than that - I should be set, and will make a post header and profile once I know the two variables above. |