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Avamedes shoots a conspiratorial grin over to Jolene, "I'd bet the two of us can worm our way in to the Hall, certainly, and perhaps even the temple. Soften them from the inside to let the muscle," his eyes flit towards Goresk as he says this, "hit hard when they do." When Goresk brings up the idea of aid from the Templars he nods, "Indeed. We can't be entirely expected to do your dirty work without some sort of assistance on your part."
Angahaar takes a seat with a flourish next to Jolene, "Quite so! You've done excellently in bringing Kintargo to it's knees. So, what's this business you wish to discuss?"
Avamedes looks over to Goresk, ”Care to use those big muscles to open up those doors?”
"Faxon, you say? Well, I'll lead the way."
Avamedes rolls his eyes, "Yes, yes, yes. The fire and madness and the pain and the destruction is quite the distraction. It's just all so..." The man's face twists into a wicked grin as he licks his lips, "Delicious." While nowhere near as maniacal as Kelva, that same feral delight in chaos and suffering is thick in his voice.
Avamedes ponders for a moment. The time for sycophants could come later. For now, he had to escape Kenabres with as little hindrance as possible. He motions to the demons, "You know what? Have your fun, you deserve it." Gesturing to the party he says, "Well, not much need for a few miserable mortals at the moment. Let's make haste to the Tower of Estrod."
"Leave us the mortals. Wreak havoc elsewhere. Though I appreciate the offer, our mission needs a lighter touch." He turns to the rest of the party and smiles, "See, I have my uses."
Avamedes gives a wicked grin to Jolene, "Slaves? No, but disciples? Certainly." He turns to the demons and calls out in fluent Abyssal, "Children of the pit! I invoke the name of mighty Pazuzu, King of the Wind Demons and of all that flies, and proclaim that we have need of those mortals! There is chaff for you to torment elsewhere."
Avamedes quickly catches on to Jolene's maneuver as he chimes in, "Ah, poor Grigori. My own brother, in danger of these horrible demons."
Avamedes nods, ”Off we go, then.” As they travel, he surveys the assembled company. Goresk and Jolene seemed like reliable characters, as much as anyone truly is. Goresk, if he played his cards right, could be a useful pawn. Ioriana’s zealotry was admirable, though her cause a strange one. Kelva…well, she was a dog of the ravenous b!#ch-goddess Lamashtu, but a strong leash could help to direct the madwoman’s fury.
Avamedes grins at the demon's murder of the dragon. The world was burning, as the demons demanded. "The tower of Estrod's about half a mile from here to the northeast. Some sort of library if I remember right."
Though not especially knowledgeable of local affairs, Avamedes tries to remember what he can.
"Something indeed! Time to get out of here, post haste!" He was disturbed, to put it plainly, by Kelva, along with a sneaking suspicion as to her profane allegiances. Until it was confirmed, though, he'd withhold Pazuzu's wrath. No sense in wanton butchery quite yet.
Avamedes makes his way over to the trunk, finding his bow, dagger, and armor. "Excellent." In changing into his armor he removes his shirt, revealing to the party the unholy symbol of Pazuzu carved into his chest. He pauses for a moment when he realizes the rest of them can see it. He could lie of course, but that risked the big one deciding he was better off strangled. No, he'd tell the truth. The rest of them seemed to be equally unsavory characters. "I suppose my jig is up. While I wasn't imprisoned for any heinous acts, it was only a matter of time before the guards found my true allegiance." He gives a slight bow with a sneering grin on his face. His tone has changed markedly. It still carries a veneer of charm, but the tone of a zealot drips from every word, "I haven't properly introduced myself. I am Avamedes, devoted servant of the King of the Wind Demons, Pazuzu himself! Now, that information stays with us, if you wouldn't mind. As far as the general public knows, I'm a harmless dandy, not an infiltrator serving the demonic hosts."
Avamedes returns Goresk's intimidation with a vicious, hungry grin. There was a glint in his eyes, one of a life filled with pleasure and torment, "Well, I might not mind that from a handsome chap like yourself. That's neither here nor there, I suppose." He steps out of the cell, "Now then, we've got a prison to break out of. If push comes to shove here, I'm sure you'll find quite a bit more than just overlooking my flaws to recommend me."
"Well, our fortunes continue! It seems someone's rather invested in getting out of here."
Avamedes shrugs, ”Nothing better to do. I’m im.”
Avamedes' eyes briefly flit to Kelva. A worshipper of Lamashtu, had to be. An enemy, no, the enemy of his master. Good to keep tabs on her, at least, but best to hold his cards to his chest. "That does sound exquisite." He looks over at Goresk, "What's a big, strapping fellow like you do to end up in a place like this? I got a bit too rowdy from that Kellid mead and pissed off the wrong guard but you...well, you seem like a different breed entirely."
Avamedes smirks, "Goodness, you must be a hoot at a shindig."
Avamedes hangs his arms out of his cell, idly humming a tune. As far as the jailors and other prisoners were concerned, he was in jail for drunk and disorderly behavior. He had been drunk, certainly, and disorderly without a doubt, but had the guards been just a bit more vigilant or a bit less pliable, his fate would have been a worse one. He was in Kenabres, after all, to soften it for further infiltration by the cult of Pazuzu and the demon hosts. The rest of the prisoners seemed like the exact sorts he was softening Kenabres for. Not that they needed to know that he knew that yet. "Inheritor's breath, my head is killing me. If I'd known that Kellid mead would leave a hangover half as bad as it did I'd have stayed away from the stuff for good."
Discord is fine by me, GM, you've got me on there already.
Intrigue and chaos seems pretty perfect for the party we've got. There's very solid charisma across the board so it seems a good fit. @Jolene, I had the same general theme in mind for demagogue
I thought about taking the demagogue archetype. It's a rare archetype that replaces inspire courage but not bardic knowledge.
In terms of relations to other characters, I think Ioriana's devotion to Azlant would confuse Avamedes. The weak fall while the strong rise, and the Azlanti fell long, long ago. That said, her devotion to the demons is admirable. He'd get along best with Goresk, I think. The alliance between their patrons would make fertile ground for something resembling friendship between the two of them. Jolene would be another favorite of Avamedes, with her calling to tempt the good to evil resonating with his own methods. Edit: On the mechanical side of things, given that Jolene is also a bard I may take an archetype for bard so we have less overlap.
There’s one substantial stumbling point in the theory we’ll all get along well. That being Kevla’s faith in Lamashtu and Avamades’ in Pazuzu. The two gods, after all, are mortal enemies and this extends to their cults as well. That said, stranger things have happened, and Lamashtu and Pazuzu were once lovers in the deep time of the cosmos, so there’s a hope for cooperation out there.
Alrighty, alias is all good to go. GM, mind setting up gameplay so folks can dot?
Thanks for the pick! Alias details are coming along shortly. |