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Thanks for taking this on DM. You are a wizard. (Stereotyping, not all GM are Wizards, some are Martial classes too)

I'm stuck between what I want to play. I kinda want to play an Elven Shaman, or a Human Inquisitor, or a Dwarf Alchemist. Ooh maybe a Half Orc Fighter. :( See my problem?

What is everyone else playing?

Oops. I'm playing in a Wrath game rn too. Sorry.

Okay if we are changing I would like to veto Rise, Mummys mask and Giantslayers then. I'm also not a fan of Shattered Star.

Thanks for taking over the GM position for this long Eamae.

Aram keeps out of the muck and aims his crossbow once again, taking a slow, steadying breath, before pulling the trigger.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Come on ugly. Come get some of Uncle Aram!"

I agree with Ariela.

I also would add in to the post that if we are not to find another DM or player that we would be open to another AP maybe? What do you guys think? I would love to play Strange Aeons if we can't play this one. I would miss Aram terribly though.

I am afraid I have been out of contact too. And no, I didn't know him beyond this game I think.

Im back. Sorry all. Stupid unplanned leave. Ready to

Oops, Zakli is still here. I guess the little Rogue can only dream.

So does this make Aram Bosley or Charlie?

Aram sighs as his lock picking fails. As the women begin to pull on the grate, he moves to where he can get a grip and adds his small stature to the attempt.

Aid Another Strength-1d20 ⇒ 10

Me too, thanks Eamae!

I'm up for keeping it going if we can find a GM.

Damn it right after my fun reveal too...

Aram smiles brightly at Kessa before grinning and slipping his cloak back over his rapier. "That sounds perfect Kessa." He grinned, nodding to her in thanks. "It is a silly story and deserves a drink to back it!"

Okay, now that we are beginning to be a bit more of a party, I think it is time for my reveal...

Aram frowns when Kessa offers to carry the gear, before sighing and hanging his head softly. "Killian is right... we are in a right pickle here. Our lives are on the line a lot these past two days so I guess... I guess we need everyone to be at their best and doing what they need to do to keep us alive."

He nodded before coughing slightly and looking around. "And as to that... I am not a Wizard!"

"Ah yes... Gnome Magic. Truly a beautiful and mysterious thing..."

Aram shakes his head, "Sadly not a talent I currently possess, though I will clean your blade for you the old fashioned way, if you wish?"

Aram whistles a tune quietly to himself as he stows his crossbow and strolls over to the others, grinning happily. "A fine shot Miss Ariela. And all of you, well done. Most impressive. I agree with Mister Warbleflinger, we should leave our bolts where they lie and clean anything that came in contact with them thoroughly."

Aram moves up the side and draws his crossbow, leveling it at the top most creature and taking a breath before pulling the trigger.

Aram looked nervous for a second before coughing discreetly in to his hand and nodding. "Yes yes, I will be fine my dear, just fine. Thank you very much!"

"W-What? Oh..." Aram paused for a moment, looking confused before drawing himself up. "It failed me. I do not tolerate failure!"

Aram sighed and flicked through his book in frustration before pausing on a spell and tearing it from the book, balling it up and tossing it over his shoulder. "What a sad waste..."

Welcome back! :)

Aram moves out from the shadows and up beside Zakli, beginning to summon his magics as he mutters under his breath, reading from his large shoddy tome, as he casts his hand at the rat directly before him.

Aram throws his hand forward with a shouted "AH HA!", but nothing happens. He frowns, muttering the words again and gesturing, all to no avail.

"Ah. Well... that is not good!" He grins sheepishly, before drawing his Rapier.

Aram speeds up a little, making sure he is first down the ladder, before attempting to slip in to the shadows and remain unseen.

Leaning in to what is in reality probably Kessas hip, Aram says in a loud stage whisper, "I do not think Lady Ariela likes me much. Pity really, I think she is delightful!" The little Wizard sighs and shakes his head, the cowl of his cloak jingling lightly, and strangely, as he does.

"Not a thing my dear. Though I feel a lot better with you beside me!" He smiles at her before moving to peak down through the Trap Door.

Aram frowns as he draws his rapier and begins to creep slowly across the floor, towards the trap door, moving as stealthily as he can manage.

"Miss Ariela, do you want to try the lock or should I?" Aram asks, walking over to the grate. "Ah I see you already are!"

Perception-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Aram walks around, oblivious to any hidden things.

"Seems pretty clear to me!"

Aram turns to stare at the man before narrowing his eyes. "Why yes your Majesty, anything you wish. It isnt like Eamae and Kessa saved your ass from the slaughter yesterday and you should be showing them respect and thanks at all times. No, not at all. Please, continue to be an ass. We are nothing but your humble servant."

He glares at the man before turning to the others. "Magical effects triggering the door and the bucket, along with the Dogs shouts of alarms. Let's try the back offices."

This is funny only to me, but Aram does!

Aram frowns and steps forward, raising his hand and focusing, muttering some arcane phrases to himself as a rune of detection forms before his palm before bursting outwards, in search of the aura.

"Well... that is not creepy at all." Aram threw back his cloak, his hand testing lightly on the hilt of his rapier. "What goes bump in the night...? Ghosts or invisible watchers. Kessa and Eamae should have us covered for the Undead but invisible...? Zak, you got anything?"

Aram moves closer towards the door.

Aram straightens slowly, keeping his eyes locked with the Alpha dog, his gaze even, before he brushes off his cloak and turns to the others smiling. "Poor things are just starving. I have half a mind to take them with me when I leave!"

For real though, I might take a level in a class that would give me the Alpha as a feature, if Shady is cool with that.

He turns and moves slowly in to the room, staring around, looking for any signs of other inhabitants or indeed of anything interesting or worthwhile.

Aram crouched down, keeping his distance and letting the dogs eat, adding more food to the pile as they do, slowly feeding two rations to the large dog and one and a half to each of the smaller, talking soothingly all the while, slowly moving closer but not close enough to be threatening.

"Yes lets just be calm. Every one crouch down please and just be. calm. I don't want my face eaten, do I boy?"

Aram grins slowly, steeling himself and nodding. "Maybe you do want to hurt me boy, but you wont!" He threw another ration at each of their feet, stepping back to show he was no threat, but keeping close enough to show he was not afraid. "No. I'm here to help now. When this nasty magic wears off we will have an honest interaction you and I, and when I leave here you will come with me. I'll clean you all up and keep you fed. Don't worry about that."

Aram grins before stepping forward and nodding softly, pulling some of his rations from his bag and tossing them at the feet of the three dogs. He moved slowly up to the big dog, offering his hand out to the creature to sniff, hoping to put him at his ease.

"You are a beautiful boy aren't you? Just doing your job. You do not want to hurt us. I know that. You are just doing what your masters say. Or maybe you really are alone, all alone in this big ugly world, just trying to take care of your friends. Don't worry, we won't hurt you buddy!"

"Good to see that my tactical advice was so easily discarded!" Aram growls as he stepped forward, throwing open his book and beginning to mutter under his breath, aiming all of his will at the three creatures.

When his spell clicks in to effect, he points at the ground and barks out one sharp command. "SIT!"

"Well you are obviously a man of subtle talents my dear Zakli. I wonder, do you have any magical abilities that might help us better communicate with the beasts that we mean no harm? Does your magics expand in to the realms of the Divine? This is very impolite and I'll hope you forgive me but... what incantations do you have at your disposal?"

"Announce their presence? They would appear to be just stray dogs to anyone who does not know the significance of the area, I would think. And this city is not too bothered about clearing out strays, so who would look twice at them. The noise they make though, now that could be invaluable as an early warning system I would think!" Aram shrugs. "Besides, why kill a stupid animal that is just guarding its home from invaders? Isn't that what we are trying to do? Stand up to a force that is bigger and more dangerous than we are? No... I think we should just give them a quick bump on the head and see that they don't wake up till we are gone. Who knows, if they are strays, we might just make us some new friends!"

"Maybe I have a little something prepared..." Aram frowns, patting the large ragged tome he carries. "But I was keeping it for an emergency. Well... we will see."

Aram reached out towards the Tengu before stopping, puzzled. "Well just... hit em with the non sharp part of your claws I suppose? Like..." He throws back his cloak and draws the rapier from his belt, beginning to mime bonking something on the head with it. "Try to hit them where you wont kill them, right?"

Aram, with his arm through the hole yelps slightly before jumping backwards, behind the taller party members. He brandishes his staff and grits his teeth.

"Bloody pooches. Won't find Aram Grey feather no easy supper!" He paused for a moment before turning to the others. "Actually... aren't these dogs likely the guarddogs for the Ravens? Maybe we should go easy on them? Knock em out rather than kill them, yes?"

Aram casts around him for any gns of hostility, as they are probably not not meant to be here at this locked building.

He shook his head before he sighs and moves up to the door stepping up beside Kessa. He coughs lightly before speaking, "Allow me my dear!"

He steps forward and with a flourish of his cloak begins to mutter arcane words to himself, as he begins to tinker with the lock.

Aram finished thumbing his pipe full of tobacco and lighting it, before taking a slow draw and contemplating the note. He frowned as he chewed the pipe stem in thought. He had come to the rally not to protest, truth be told, but to search for news of an ally, to search for news of the Ravens. IT seemed he might yet find something useful, and that made the little halfling smile.

"Well if all of these fine people are in, how could I very well say no. If only because I feel I must stay close to the woman who saved me, so I can one day return the gesture!" He smiled at Eamae as he said the last.

Technically Kessa saved Aram but he doesn't know that. Feel free to correct him.

Aram climbs to his feet, a little unsteady, and draws back his hood. He runs a hand through his hair and grins around at the group before dusting himself off. When he is as clean as he can manage, he nods. "Aye, what he says is true. Em, we are indebted to you. I especially. Maybe I could buy you a drink to thank you? Or dinner?"

"Anyway, my name is Aram, nice to meet you all. It got pretty hairy in there towards the end. You all did well, very well. We saved some people at least, that is all that matters."

"I am afraid I do not know anyones name, apart from Em of course. Which I assume is short for something? Maybe Emerald, because surely you are as precious as a jewel." The Halfling picks up his staff and leans on it casually as he speaks to the much taller woman.

Aram was healed by Eamae actually. He should be conscious.

Aram splutters to life, lying I'm a heap, panting heavily. He stared up at the woman above him and coughed before grinning. "My guardian angel..."

Ignore the comment if Eamae actually looks like an Aasimar with wings and all.

No need to worry, Aram is okay that is all that matters.

Could I get one of those next round please oh saviour of ours?