That sounds so wonderful, Grimmy.
Bez will be ready. <3
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Speaking of gaps...is there a THIRD TWIN? ER TRIPLET????!!!!1111one
I have the Goblin Pox--er, COVID. Feeling "better" today. Gonna rest a lot. DMG, no rush! <3
And continued happy Passover and Ramadan to those who celebrate. In our heathen household, we're going to paint and marker eggs (with edible paints!) (cuz the dye kits were sold out!!?!?)
Hugs all around.
Incidentally, I'll be on vacation from 4/10-4/14, and won't be posting much during that time. :)
I would love to have a harrowing scene where Bez and Melira steal the carriage from undead Rhy..Rhypeth? What was his name again? :D
DMG, take your time. :) This game is awesome, and I know we'll keep it going!
Bez mimes to Melira with deft hand motions. One. He lifts a finger, and points to a torch in his pack. Two. He lifts a second finger and points to the carriage and makes the sign for cracking the reins. Bez is uncomfortably aware that, as a city boy of little coin, he has never driven a wagon before, let alone a full carriage. Occasionally robbing them (not always that easy) is the length and breadth of his experience in the matter.
Let me know if you want me to look for resources in your area. In another life I have various connections to street activists, mutual aid peeps, those sorts of radicals.
Bez stays as silent as possible, listening and waiting.
Grimmy, glad to hear all is well. Whew! Did you have people to call for backup?
Bez seems to sense Melira's thoughts and nods.
Yikes! Take your time. I usually save my PDFs to Google Drive so I can download them from whenever (they stay on the cloud). Good luck searching email!
Bez hurries to the loft, pointing at it for Melira's benefit, intending to hide up there.
Whoa! I guess you ruled well on Diplomacy and Survival!
"I don't recall asking you to get drunk as a lord on the job, but here we are, my dear varlets," says Bez smoothly. "You be on your way and pay us no mind, and we'll do the same for you."
Bez gives a throaty growl in return. "Darling, you've read my mind." He takes Melira arm in arm (loosely) and does his best tipsy stumble towards the stables for what appears for all intents and purposes to be plans for a roll in the hay, instead of swords and haymakers.
"that fellow appears to have had his head sewed back on. Undead friend of our friend back at the academy?" Bez says this all in a low, conversational tone, not wanting to bring attention to himself or Melira, smiling and looking into her eyes. "It will be so nice to relax at the inn with you, darling. Perhaps we'll run into 'friends' in the common room." And stab them, his eyes say with a flash.
kewl! Heck, we can cut scene to "closer to Vex" if you wanna.
Congrats/Condolences!
Because we'll have some assortment of undivided loot that will be carried on a cart, or sold once we reach a town, is my reasoning.
We should make a loot sheet. Who wants to do that? I can... DMG, no worries. It happens to all of us!
Bez nods, allowing a genuine and non-sardonic smile to ripple across his face. "You earned it," he says, and then the dark humor that's never too far beneath the surface bubbles up in his coppery features. "Well, the best way to find treasure at this mansion, I reckon, is to find items that previous treasure hunters left upon their demise." Bez scouts ahead a bit.
Bez nods, following her.
"Ok, that's not a kitty...not the tiger either...Ok, yes, I know that's a kitty. This is Brother Bruin. A bear. See the long back foot? No cat looks like that. Ha, I actually identified something outside of a city," says Beziriphas with some pride.
"...must be the demon in me...Melira, I have a hankering to go out through the forest. What say you?" Bez has a twinkle in his eye.
"Even better, but one sometimes does follow the other," says Bez, keeping his swords at the ready.
Make sure they take the time they need, Melira. I took extra time off after returning to work too early. :( Also, Bez is a straight up coward--I mean, master tactician of retreat.
"I'm not a fan of bugbears. They are smarter than ogres and can sound an alarm, if they are actually guards, and call for reinforcements we know nothing about, but are usually worse and in greater numbers--that's how guards work in my experience." He nods, his horns bobbing counterpoint to his chin. "Side-reverse-sallie it is, then. Running away is quite satisfying."
Well, I know one tiefling who likes to use 'em...
Bez trots back towards Melira and relates what he's seen. "They're watching the strung up ogre, but there's no guarantee they'll stay entranced forever."
"We'll ponder the nature of the world on the way out, then," says Beziriphas, swords out, keeping a lookout. "The rich, simply by existing, hurt others. They don't even need a sword. The privateers of the docks taught me when I was just a little wisp: 'Take what you can. Give nothing back.' And the things I steal from the rich? Hurts them hardly at all. Most of them are insured. Trust me, Vex and I do try to hurt them more than that, when we can." He glances back at her and fixes her with a look for a brief moment. "Have I killed innocents? Yes. And they weren't mercy killings like that one. They were in the way. I disliked it each time, and I've kept the count low. Far lower than any glorious soldier, I'm sure. Ahem. I'll go ahead a tick and scout."
Bez isn't a blink dog, but observers would swear that he steps through the Ethereal Plane for a moment as he darts ahead unseen.
"The vines got the other ogre. Melira, I'm of the mind to run straight out of here. Objections?"
"Well. We need to get some of this water and get out of here." Bez checks for his waterskin, empties it, then refills it with some of the water from the fountain--very carefully.
So as a recently-had-surgery person, don't be surprised if your spouse takes longer to recover than they think, and if they become irritable and/or depressed. Guess how I know! :D Yeah, I bet that rigging is kind of like music recording--you gotta get it right or else everyone sees the mistake. Of course--if I transcribe a note wrong we just have to fix it, not, you know, someone falls off of some scaffolding. o.0
That's cool, Vex! I'd love to go hiking in Scotland one day, ideally, from hut to hut (pub to pub?) Goodness, Grimmy. Also, I picture either cool aerobatics or you doing interesting things in the rafters of movie sets (or both)
North East of Scotland? Didn't I read that's one of the areas with the most Pictish descendants? I just have some ancestors from Glasgow. :P All is quiet in Southern California. Quietly losing our aquifers.
Bez nods approvingly. "Always clean the blade before returning it--you don't want to foul the scabbard." He scans the way back. "You aren't a warlord laying waste to the countryside, or a ruler breaking the back of her subjects. The deaths we wanderers and reprobates leave in our path are far less evil, especially this one." It's a good enough eulogy for the situation. Bez takes one more look around.
And Rogues can take certain actions, like Hide, on every combat turn. By the way, Bez has named his blades Peace and Quiet. (not Thoughts and Prayers :D )
Bez arches an eyebrow. "A mercy killing, Melira? Not a bad call.. This place is going to corrupt anything that lives here. So be it." Bez draws out his blades quietly.
Cut scene and we all meet in the infirmary? :D Not the ogre infirmary.
lol I said "sense motive". That brings me back to the days... I used my Insight to figure out what you meant. ;)
Bez stays out of sight as Melira does her rapport with the ogre, scowling.
"The vines," Bez whispers to Melira. "They must graft on and alter creatures--fix his brother's arm. They may do this to this poor fellow's leg as well. I don't see much benefit to being part of this family melodrama further, though."
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