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Arzazel identifies all of the new manor locations, in case Darvan wants to connect to all of the them eventually.
Arzazel has no desire to attend the interrogation. Too many bad memories. After the grand celebration, he returns to Darvan to report on the events in private. He asks for Darvan's opinion about what to do about the new manor. Arzazel likes the idea of a nice place to eat and sleep but does not many requirements beyond that.
Is the a black swan feather affixed to a silver necklace a
He'll buy a Mithral Shirt for 990 gp (1100 gp with 10% discount) Then see how much he has leftover. Probably will specify manor layout later. Arzazel has so much more room than he could possibly imagine.
Oh I meant Arz needed Zel's help to identify. But yes Darvan would be the way to sale. Sell items for half price? Gems for full?
Any way to requisition military supplies like armor without paying for it? Did you have a chance to review the brawler build? With Zeltresh's help for potential magic, can I liquidate the following stuff that Arzazel found and never told anybody? I expect the feather to be magic.
cheers
When can we go shopping with Zeltresh as per this post? He's still Arzazel's friend at the moment, so I've got dips!
Arzazel soaked in the words trying to memorize and categorize them. [i]What answers or weapons? Presumably, firearms. Plus, there's friction between the general and the commissar. All good to account.
Arzazel continues to be impervious to the negative effects of boredom and weathers the festivities well. He does not reply to the General, because the General does not appear to want an answer. He appears only to want to provoke emotions. Therefore, Arzazel continues to eat and drink slowly enjoying the abundance and comfort.
Satisfied when the situation is under control, Arzazel attempts to restore his finery to its initial state. He fusses over buttons and cuffs like his old masters, because he has never worn such attire and models their behavior.
OK. I'll replace armor expert with threatening defender; both combat traits. Do you want to review before I fully replace the old Arzazel? cheers
Does anyone else have trap-finding?
OK I've rebuilt Arzazel as a Brawler. Its beneath a spoiler at the top of the avatar profile.
Tentatively, I could replace Armor Expert for that campaign trait giving trapfinding, but that's two campaign traits. That gives a -1 ACP until we get better equipment. Opinions? cheers
Round 3 Arzazel hears a very satisfying howl of pain from the rat creature in addition to a muffled pop from beneath the skin and fur of its knee. Providing excellent music to his ears, he imagines his old pit master's scream of . He kicks the rat creature in the head attempting to knock it unconscious for interrogation. vs. prone & stunned
Round 2 Satisfied the prelate in on their side with the summoning of celestial vermin, Arzazel nods at the corporal and hustles to the wererat's flank. He snap kicks at the knee of the wererat wishing he had some silver. vs. prone?
Round 1 Arzazel remembers the warning of the Bailiff and watches the prelate as a potential threat as much as the charging acolytes and invisible voice.
Surprise Round Arzazel casually glides to the side of the prelate with feline grace.
Arzazel continues in the wonder of the experience. He looks thirstily at that pitcher of water, because his noble robes were heavy, hot, and chaffing.
I'm leaving for a week vacation with the family and without Internet. We return next Tuesday. Please DMPC as necessary. cheers
Arzazel approaches and bows deeply as he has seen in Cheliax and introduces himself, "Prince-Archbanker, I am Arzazel, a Bronze Agent of the Aspis Consortium."
Arzazel walks next to his friend Zeltresh or behind him seeing over his head. He does not obviously look for trouble using his peripheral vision to avoid eyeballing anyone. He attempts to look like he belongs with the group of heroes.
Arzazel: I could totally see you building up your own branch within Darvan's organization. Yep. Start with his own crew and build from there.
Talk is Cheap!: Arzazel has limited social skills as built, but he's developing them. Therefore, most social interactions he will keep silent unless provoked. However, this state won't last forever. Downtime Rules: OK. I'll look at options when the opportunity arises. Bonds: Sounds good. Arzazel has yet to form any bonds beyond Zeltresh. Most everyone sees him only as a brute, which is fine by him. cheers
Arzazel continues to listen intently to the Bailiff. He still has an airy comfortable feeling of receiving a reward that Darvan will be proud. However, he starts to stretch his scholarly muscles in curiosity. And in the silence, he finally speaks, "Umm. M'lord, would be willing to share with us who you think was behind the incident? Who do you think would have the most to gain from the event?"
"You'll be given titles and wealth and all the rest, paraded around like you carried the city itself on your backs to save it, then idolized by recruits from one corner of the country to the next." Echos in Arzazel's mind. "Darvan will be very pleased." "Did he say bait?" Arzazel retunes into the current conversation. "Can't be any worse that being drenched in butter and made to fight dogs. They love butter."
Arzazel guilelessly listens intently to the Bailiff. He tries to memorize every word, in order to repeat verbatim later.
Arzazel follows the group trying to look confident and that he belongs. He does not salute having never served in a military, but he does respectfully nod toward the bailiff staying as silent as he has been trained.
Arzazel's companions almost don't recognize him in his newly tailored outfit for nobility with matching bling. While a bit tight around the waist, his large frame is fashionably highlighted. You still recognize the familiar bulges of his veteran Molthuni parade armor that you don't know where he bought, because he has certainly never been Molthuni military. He continues to be paradox appearing as a brute but performing very unbrutish things, like library research and affording most fashionable clothes. The half-orc comfortably waits in the impressive hallway that leads to Terandar's Court in the Bulwark. You believe that he of all of you could wait for weeks as nonplussed as he appears to be. In truth, as a former slave, he is well-practiced waiting to be told what to do.
Arzazel smiles and takes the invitation to Darvan seeing him in private when he has time. After Darvan reads the letter, Arzazel says, "Do you have a cheap tailor? My finest is not so fine, and I don't have enough gold to invest in a fashionable outfit. We have tomorrow morning for me to look respectable." He says looking at his thug like appearance.
Arzazel tackles Darvan's tasks as if he was taking out the garbage: necessary but generally unclean and messy. His reputation within the Aspis as a cleaner starts to grow. Afterwards, he enjoys the library search with more zeal than Zeltresh and Rutilus can maintain. Each night, he keeps Darvan secretly current on what they discover, specifically the "'Desmodian Crystal' and "the small confederacy of sorcerous Munring dwarves."
Arzazel looks at the message from Zeltresh to meet him at the library to be a scholar. He looks again up at the ornate, stone library feeling very out of place. The former slave does want to be a scholar, but... He would feel more comfortable entering a seedy dive than this library. After much hesitation, he adjusts his outfit and enters. The half-orc wonders around among the books for a long while captivated by the enormity of space and volumes of books. Finally, he sees Zeltresh between a stack of books taller than the gnome pouring over a thick tome. "Zeltresh..." He calls out, which is immediately attacked with "shhhhhhs," from everyone. He fist bumps his gnome friend and sits down next to the books. "What are we doing here?", he whispers.
Arzazel nods and keeps it brief with the Silver Agent as he did with his former masters, "Right. Tell you what Rud wants. Try to find it before him. Just between us." He repeats what he understands of his new orders then delivers his regular report of business, which Darvan appears to pays little attention. After a long pause, Arzazel nods again for his dismissal. He cautiously squeezes out of the chair and office, surprisingly agile for his bulk. He closes the door behind to give Darvan some privacy. As he passes the couple of Bronze Agents, he keeps his expression neutral giving them a conspiratorial wink at the last moment. After he leaves the Bulbous Steed, he meanders the city to ensure that he is not followed. When he is confident of his lack of a tail, he goes to find his gnome friend Zeltresh.
Thron, Kage I'm back and would appreciate a post. cheers
Thron, fair enough. I'm going camping until Sunday, so bot me. Maybe Kage can set the tone of the Silver by then. Thanks for helping out. cheers
very cool. how well did my preview of the silver agent work with Darvan's ruthlessness? cheers
Arzazel, I'm going to work on detailing out the Silver Agent (a name and everything!) and I'll get back to you on what your options are. Thanks, I aim to support to plot and story. Cheers
When Zeltresh starts looking for orders, Arzazel thanks the gnome and his new companions for a fun evening and returns to work. He first goes to the Silver Agent of the city to report and potentially receive orders. Then, Arzazel circulates through the city checking on the status of the Aspis businesses and potential business opportunities due to the wreckage.
When Sampson leaves, Arzazel looks to Zeltresh and asks, "What now?"
Cool. Thanks for the sneak peak. Arzazel cracks his knuckles and is ready to knock some heads. Improved Unarmed Strike allows him to the nonlethal without penalty.
Arzazel tries to keep up with and understand the colorful Rud. He thinks there was some traitor but doesn't think that Rud has identified him, yet. He finally closes his awestruck maw to attempt to look like he belongs with the Knight Squire and Fusilier.
I'm traveling today out of the country and returning Monday. My Internet will be intermittent at best. Bot me as necessary. cheers
Arzazel continues to add to his memories of things that he's never even imagined. He straggles along behind Zeltresh trying to maintain his scholarly curiosity while being completely awestruck.
Happy anniversary! Arzazel is leveled.
Arzazel adds another memory of disbelief to the running total. He rapidly blinks and yawns to pop his ears from the sudden air burst. Stowing his useless sling, he asks to no one in particular, "So now what?"
The distance from the construct does not protect him from damage. After he shrugs off the shock, he loads another bullet in the socket while getting closer. When he gets to the edge of the mess on the floor, he looses another bullet toward the construct. The bullet bounces harmlessly off its armor.
Not only is the bridge bottle-necked, but the bridge surface appears covered in slippery material. This metal enemy was built for battle. Arzazel decides not to fight on the enemy's terms. He loads another bullet in the socket and fires again toward the construct. The bullet goes wide again!
Seeing the bridge crowded, Arzazel snaps out of his shock and readies his sling. After feeding a bullet in the socket, he whirls it over head three times and snaps it toward the construct. The bullet goes wide.
At point with Eldred, Arzazel continues to be amazed at the odd butchery. In all his years in the slave pits, he's never seen this manner of death. He is unnerved. When he arrives at the core and huge one of those metal swarm creatures, he is awestruck. His companions stream around him to attack the obvious enemy while he remains rooted to the floor and dumbstruck.
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