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"Um...no. I ate half your family. I was pointing that out. There was no intent to comfort the emotions of yours I for some reason feel due to this damned bond we have. Shut up. I hate you." He snarls and grumbles and trots outside in a huff. Dael smiles at the shopkeeper and just points out he's here with his new friend the wizard, but isn't browsing himself.
"Yeah, by on the bright side, many of them are now half-my-stool, so really, who has it worse?"
What's the plan for DR though? Magic Fang? By the time anything with DR worth worrying about shows up, I'll have an amulet of mighty fists.
I guess I'll adjust my HP by about -3 HP per character when I'm not on my phone.
It's also with three natural attacks...and a lot of immunities and resistances. But mainly the three attacks. Look forward to when the ceiling for number of attacks rises.
Bazo grins, viciously. "Oh, please don't listen to him. Please. I'm hungry." He starts to lick his fangs with his long tongue.
He looks taught, like a dog on a leash smelling a female in heat, ready to bust free and attack, but hidden by some force. Dael seems to have his left hand clenched tight around ...something...pure force of will, perhaps?
"There's no blood, dummies. When I kill things, there tends to be a lot of that."
They didn't even have that. They were just played intelligently.
"Tell me how you care about me ?! F**k that. I'll slit my own throat to be safe from you for a day if you try that. I think I'm gonna be sick thinking about that. " Bazo starts making gagging sounds. "Huuuagh...huuuuuaagh... oh, man...hhuhhghh...."
Bazo grumbles and goes back to chewing on frozen ghoul chunks.
Bazo rolls his eyes at his master. "You Lamashtu-damned pussy."
Bazo snarls at the wizard. " DAMNITI was gonna eat that!" He starts chomping down frozen chunks like a dog chewing on ice . "AAAAARH BRAIN FREEZE!"
I think I've seen you game enough (or myself) to know Stormwind was right and optimization and RP aren't mutually exclusive. If what I'm doing with Bazo isn't RP, I'd hate to see what is, and dang it if I make a character I make him good.
Bazo trompses ahead like there will be a prize if he makes it first...the prize being something to kill.
The demon is visibly twitching trying not to sing the song as he putzes along. "Grrrr....Um...I....love pink...it's...pretty...and fluffy......F*** you Daelandross! F** YOU SO MUCH! AND I....WOULD DANCE IN THE RAIN...IF THE RAIN WERE ONLY PINK!!! I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL...BECAUSE YOUR SOUL IS PINK AND PRETTY!!! GODS MOTHERF***ING D*** SON OF A *** ** *****" If you speak Abyssal, you recognize words of profanity that just don't properly translate to Common.
"You big blue pussy. Can we move on? LET'S GO ALREAAADY!"
"Houndbreeding? I may not be able to kill you, but I don't have to save you when some creature comes charging at you ready to do the dirty work." Daelendross smirks at the Eidolon and clears his throat... "Actually..." The demon growls. "F*** you, mortal. F*** you hard and long. How is that for breeding? Fine, so I DO have to save you. But I can still enjoy eating your corpse when you die of old age. Come on over here so we can move on, you slow pathetic deterioirating piles of flesh! If I don't kill something soon I'm gonna get angry, and I won't be in this pleasant demeanor anymore."
Bazo may or may not be okay based on his middling attempts, but as an immortal outsider, he clearly doesn't care one way or the other.
Bazo blinks, stares at the newcomer, and then looks at Dael quizically. "Can I just eat his tongue? He talks too much?" The look on Bazo's face is utter disappointment when Dael shakes his head no. "I hate you. I hate this new person. I hate the lizard. I hate the girl with the fun. I hate all of you." He stomps off down the hall, angrily and loudly, with no attempt at stealth whatsoever.
Bazo joins the party, because he's a demon, and this is pointless killing, and that's what demons do. He cares not where it's been. It should care where he's been.
"The blue skinned meal is correct. I was forced onto him, and frankly, would kill, eat, and crap out all of you if given the opportunity. Not in that order." Bazo stares at the imp(?) And narrows his eyes. There was something about this creature he just didn't like. "I could eat his wings. He would live through that. I could eat many parts he lives through."
"I like it."
Bazogobergoban runs up and shoulder-checks the hell out of the door, knocking it open. "Less talky, more death and destruction, mortals."
"Right. Gotcha." Bazo promptly turns and walks down the left hallway, completely contrary to the paladin's recommendation.
"F***. Well I can't solve all your problems. Don't have hands." Bazo holds up a claw.
"B****, I don't take orders from y...oh f*** that a** hat has the look on his face. You know what, no, I wanted to go down since you f***ers are all scared little gnomes!" Somehow the word gnomes has more vitriol in it than all of the swear words that proceeded it. Bazo scouts ahead, looking for a victim.
"You b****es are taking too long." Once the door slides open, Bazo arrogantly strides down the hallway with the confidence that only the inability to die can bring, eagerly looking for something to kill or eat.
"They're up the ladder, genius. My ears remain unscratched! I go nowhere until this problem is unsolved!" Daelendross sighs, walks over, and scratches the demon behind the ear, who kicks his leg and then stares up at him with embarrassment. "IT IS A REACTION, DO NOT JUDGE ME!!!"
"Mendev, huh? Yeah, I've heard about that place back home. Fighting a losing battle, sister. The abyss is limitless." Bazo snickers to himself and rolls his eyes. "Hurry up and find a way further down, mortals. I'm bored, and these snacks were barely appetizing."
Bazo shakes away from the petting. "Do not touch me! I am not some kind of pet. You will not be petting me. You will not be rubbing my belly. You will only scratch behind my ears when they itch! As they do now! SCRATCH MY EAR MORTAL! Dangit, I don't care which of you does it, I got some bug guts there, or something....damn lack of hands."
Dael will delay his action, and Bazo, provided the most doesn't attack, will charge with a bite (if it approaches he will instead full attack).
That sounds like someone I know...
Bazogobergoban starts to laugh at the little bite. "BWAHAHA!! Really? That's adorable. Let me show you how it's done..."
Bazo starts ripping, shredding, biting, and tearing at the bug in a fury of disgusting frenzy.
"Finally, something to kill!"
"I'm taking all my frustration and boredom out on you!"
"Blind mortals can't even see in a little darkness..." Bazo and Dael both peer down the hole.
"Yeah, a ladder. I...don't do ladders."
"Yeah, don't look at me to move that thing. I am a quadraped, ans I haven't got hands, and Mr. Magic over there is a f***ing wimp. He can't even do one pull up! I mean, I don't even have thumbs and I'm pretty sure I could do that." Bazogobergoban does have shoulders, however, (or would that be front-hips?) and he shrugs them. "As I am eager to get this idiocy over with, I know the blueberry that calls himself my master has some rope, and I have a mouth that grip like a succubus's, so I can help the gecko pull it if it turns out the other interbreeding accident and the girl the size of my stool have the same physical prowess as my enfeebled companion." Daelendross glares at Bazogobergoban, and Bazo merely shrugs again. "What? Don't act like the pull up thing isn't true."
"If she is like me, her link grows weaker and so does she the further she travels from the handbag pouring you sacks of meat drinks. It's actually surprising she's come this far."
"I am a living embodiment of destruction, chaos personified, entropy formed and given shape...and you want me to do something constructive? I hate you SO very much. I would rescue seven children destined to grow up and become paladins if it meant I could bite you only once."
"I see nothing to kill. This bores me. You should've killed the kobold and taken his money. You make me sick. I am going to take a dump on his floor when we get back. No, I know my body doesn't require it, as I don't really digest the things I consume, and eating has no purpose other than pleasure for me, but I will do so for no other reason than to establish my dominance." The demon snarls and bears his fangs as he looks around the tower site for something to kill.
The eidolon looks to his master. "Is he laughing at me? Can I eat him?" The half-drow shakes his head silently. "I hate all of you, and I want to kill something soon, damnit. It's been like nine hours since that raccoon. What? He was rummaging in your garbage, that counts as defending your property!"
As soon as they step outside of the bar, Bazogobergoban speaks. "He still smells like an unwashed pile of my crap. And no tutu for me, little boy blue, I was silent in the bar. We're outside, now, the walking gecko is fair game."
Bazogobergoban gets rufled up at the sight of the celestial, being more or less his absolute natural enemy, but keeps his mouth shut and by his master's side.
"Its home. Whatever layer of the Abyss it comes from. Does it ever get homesick while here on Golarion? Does it miss you while back there?" "Do I miss him? With every attack so far."
Abyssal:
"Perhaps he means the taste of souls. It's pure ecstasy. You should try it. Or maybe he meant your sisters' flesh? Like a Qadiran curried goat, with a sugary savor to it." The quadruped stops when Daelendross glares at it. "Stop calling me dog, mortal. The blue weakling can do so. You have not been given permission." Daelendross really looks pissed now. The eidolon grins. "I'm not killing, or attacking anyone, and I'm right next to you. I obeyed your every word."
Bazogobergoban snarls at Daelendross, but nods in annoyance. Abyssal:
"I hate you, and I enjoyed feasting on your kin. One day I will eat your very soul when you pass from this world into mine...but yes, yes, I'll 'behave myself', you insufferable leash holding fool. You will give me fresh meat to sate my bloodlust at this gathering spot." He growls and shows his fangs, but doesn't move aggressively to anyone.
...and this guy. |
