Just saw Hobbit 3: The Briaring and let me say that the elf King continued to Briar up every scene he was in. He, the dropping bear, and upside down bunnies were the best part of the movie.
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Okay, I promised myself I was just going to read along and not start a peanut gallery...but...but...Binky Griptight? *Binky*?! "Yes? Hi. Yes, I'm Binky...how may I cure you to-- why are you laughing? Stop laughing...you're causing yourself to bleed more..."
Done. DONE!!! Curse of the Crimson Throne. All 6 books via PbP. With the same six yahoos throughout. Started: Septemer 25, 2012
A statblock (about 13000 total posts):
Pretty much, DM Euan (aka GM Evilan) rocked it from the start...god bless his evil, dark soul. * * * Now what, Oladon!?
Vencarlo calls out in a booming voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you our next ruler of Korvosa!" Briar stands with is arms crossed, his eyes smirking as much as his mouth. I am not surprised they choose him. I suspect it will mean the end of my time in Korvosa, save for rare visits to the craftorium. Briar ponders staying for the coronation, but realizes the press of Varisanity would like push well past his elven patience for them. He thinks about Serithial and what he shall do with it. He thinks about the Fangs and what to do with them. He ponders the coins in his 'sack and the bow at his back. There is so much to ponder...now that I have no future anymore. Briar thinks to make his goodbyes to companions, but instead saunters out the back...silently padding upon air out of sight.
Briar puts down his drink...after hearing Dandi's speech, he is now convinced he's had too much. Oh man...I think I'm done for the night. I think I've heard everything...
Briar peers down to the fangs in Dandi's hands. Know (Arcana) "How can we destroy them, Waif? Or should we craft a nice tiara for you?"
Briar arches an eyebrow, looking around for another drink that he surely needs to enjoy the night of laughs. "You would announce yourself. That will be good to see," Briar agrees. None of our number will announce for him. Perhaps they also worry about him serving the people rather than himself? "I'm fine with you claiming the throne...but ask that you turn over the teeth for destruction before you do. I'll not have to fight through more Varisians should the teeth find their way onto your large, regal head."
"I'll gladly meet with Glorio once we've announced his rival to the throne." "Tell me, Varisian, who do you intend to announce for us? For me, the best choice so offered was the Sward...and if not him, nor Barael, then the Asmodean was the next least-worst option," Briar toasts a question.
Briar squints at Charlie, sure that Barael is confused. "Why did he mention *pointed questions*, then? I'm sure he was talking about my arrows...what else could he have possibly meant?" Briar guffaws. "I'm quite sure that Charlie meant my arrowy kind of questions that will quickly and easily end the Rakshasa threat here once and for all. Not the silly Varisian blathering and ganderdoddling that doesn't accomplish anything."
"Good idea, Halfblood!" Briar opines. "Get an audience with him, then kill him...before it is considered another act of regicide. Then the next non-rakshasha King quickly pardons us. Very devious, Halfblood." Briar loves Charlie's idea. "I didn't think you had that in you."
Briar pauses in his stumbling, a bit of wisdom and clear sight passing through the fog of booze. The Gods, the Fates, the Furies...they mock us. Mock our efforts, mock our grand dreams for happiness in Korvosa. They have lost one monster and now the nobles steel themselves to install another. Then, we are mocked further as the only one among our number who will take the job is the Varisian, one who... Briar shakes his head at the folly of it all. We will not win this one, neither will the Korvosan people. I shall stay to ensure the Elves and their conclave are protected.
"Put forth Sward, for his word has always been good and his deeds noble," Briar offers.
Briar says little, happy to return to the DOLL Warrens and his craftorium. "Charlie, see me back to my bed. I have ideas to reveal what must be revealed...on the morrow." Briar begins to stumble back home.
Briar sips more, trying to maintain, rather than overdo his cele-libation.
The Elf drinks and looks at Charlie, taking another sip.
Briar is strangely silent when Nikolay's name is mentioned. He can find no mockery to give, no flaw is evident, no jest to make. He sips again, understanding the weight of wisdom being uttered. Nik would be a good choice.
Briar toasts again, accepting a bit more wine. He stands next to Charlie on tilted feet, trying to stop the world from spinning quite so fast. "Indeed, nothing can be lost with a Rakshasa ruler who is undying and quests nothing for power. No boredom ever...no changes over time immortal. This is a great idea," Briar toasts. "Hail the Rak King and the narrow vision of the short lived."
Briar follows along, taking a break from his celebrations and definitely not trying to keep pace with Charlie. "Of course it is true. Would you think that I would lie or brag without justification?"
"Such racism! I expected that from Briar here - I'm not sure he'd like a human in that position if an elf were available. But the rest of you!" Briar tips his cup again, drinking full in celebration...and the fool's mockery. "Given the choice between Queen and Rak and Varisian Rake..." Briar apes a jester's smile at Fondo, "...at least take one of Varisian blood, so that the failures of your race can be addressed by those of like blood."
"If Neolandus and Vencarlo know of Glorio's true nature, and still approve, would they simply wish to be sentinels to a known evil, rather than allow another ruler, perhaps more opaque, to take over rule?" Briar tips his cup again, nigh unto wearing it as motley upon his head. "Yes, the Raks have never been known to control a man's thoughts nor his actions. Surely, they have their own will about them! Bring on the Rak rule, let all experience the wisdom we gained walking in his private underground!" Briar pours himself more celebratory wine.
"I'll be honest, politics is not my strong suit, but even I know that I'd rather not live beneath Asmodean rule, nor would I want it for the people of Korvosa." Briar toasts the wisdom of that, happy to play the jester to this conglomeration of kingmakers. "Sure, why have the lawful and ordered edicts of the Asmodeans when one could have the rule of Rakshasa. That's a delightful distinction," Briar says, tipping his elven wine again. "Won't suffer the rule of the Queen, but puts the heads of the people into the Rak's mouth..." Briar toasts again.
Briar eyes go to Dandi, taking another swig of his elven wine. "Yes, of course, Dandi. I totally agree. Having a Rakshasa ruler sounds *lovely*. I can't imagine what could go wrong," Briar says, pretending to retract his sentiments. "No, we should definitely not just people by their families..." Briar chuckles to himself. "All hail King Rakshasa!" Briar offers his cup up, spilling some of the contents with his mocking toast.
"We plan to crown Glorio Arcona." Whereas Briar had been mostly ignoring all the unimportant Varisian gossip, Briar eyes bulge at the news, suddenly very intigued. "Arcona? The Rakshasa? You're going to elect him? That family of Rakshasas?" Briar blurts, surprised. "Maybe I will be staying in Korvosa after all. I had thought you people were done with suffering and pain...but you would elect him? Things are about to get interesting..."
"For those that wish to return to the Craftorium now, I shall be leaving," Briar states the obvious. "I have dreams of a bottle of elven wine and some quiet time in familiar surroundings." Briar holds his hands out to those who wish to go home.
Briar blips home after those are coming come.
Briar smiles as Charlie is revived. "I knew you'd come back. I knew *magic* would bring you back if you wished it, Halfblood," Briar states confidently. "Can we celebrate now?"
Briar doesn't have much more to do in Kaer Maga now. He will be bopping back to Korvosa if anyone else wants a ride.
Briar smirks as Majenko takes to bow to Queen Dandi, and the proclamation of royal lines. He outright smiles, not yet sure what to make of it all. He changes the topic, looking at Majenko. "Majenko, be a dear and smash that gem, won't you? Once it is broken, it's power over us will be gone. Best not let such a weapon be too close to our precious Queen...wait...we could touch it to the Halfblood, preserving him until he is raised. That might be an effective counter to the odor he is sure to give by morning."
Briar looks at Dandi's inscription as well, his elven eyes narrowing on the fine print. He looks at 'Barry' and re-reads the name again. "Well, that's a surprise, but I suppose...well...you know...it shouldn't be. We should have expected." Briar's eyes dart to Dandi as if seeing something new in the Waif.
Briar looks at the gem, then at Majenko, then at Barael...as if weighing humor vs. risk. "Barael, this gem is not likely going to kill any of us...just provide an unpleasant experience. Majenko can touch it safely...however, it should probably be destroyed it is not used against us. The fragments of such might be worth a bit." Briar looks at Majenko. "Did you want this big gem or that small ring, dragon?" Briar asks. "I could fashion it into a amulet for you...or a little dragon crown."
Briar airwalks near Barael, casting Detect Magic, and examining the gem. Spellcraft "I can use Seri to pry it out if you'd like," Briar says with a smirk.
Briar smiles at the Waif, climbing into the air to wait. "Do be a dear and see if the Varisian can unclench his hole long enough to see if there is a large diamond within the Korvosan stash? We shall need a suitable one if Charlie is to be resurrected properly," Briar says, not wanting to dishonor Charlie's sacrifice with tears.
"If we were going to mourn or celebrate, we would drink to him. He would want it that way. Might you check that he has any of that raspberry kelpielager on him? We should toast him."
Briar smirks as he goes to claim what was agreed upon, putting it in his 'sack. I shall mention your thought when I sit next to Pharasma in the Celestial Court, mortal. He walks out of the Halfblood's antimagics, his skin crawling. Briar looks upon Fondo's attendance of the dead from without. "You know, Varisian, that Charlie's only course for life again is through my magics. You may think Charlie's death a sorrow, but even death can be commanded through one's mastery of Pharasma's domain. We should be rejoicing...not for Charlie's death, but for our victory."
"The blade's not mine to keep. And when you take her in your hands, I'll leave to you the choice of whether to obey her wish." "I look forward to hearing what she will tell me. I shall assume it is easy for you to keep the agreement if you already know the choice is not yours," Briar holds out his hand for the blade.
"We'll see to things anon. You'll have the blade if that's Serithtial's true wish. She's not my charge once this day's passed." Briar looks at Nikolay, then Barael. "That's not what we agreed to, Varisian. If Seri bites my hand, then I'll stop feeding her...but the Queen's head has rolled. And I expect you to hold true to what was decided."
Briar hands over the Queen's blade, still staring at the ring that Majenko requests. I'm not sure, Majenko. I would give it to you easily, but others may have other thoughts. We shall discuss. "We have quite a haul here. This ring...this ring is pure power. Majenko would want it for his service. And there are other items here of power as well. I would ask none of it, as I should have Serithial as per our agreement," Briar looks at Fondo. "With that I should require nothing else, unless there are items none wish."
While waiting for Charlie to become less radioactive Briar gathers the unidentified and surplus magics, casts Identify and examines. Take 10 Spellcraft = 46.
Briar looks at the ring, then really looks at the ring. @Evilan: Spellcraft
Briar refuses to get too close to the body...the thought of being cut off from magic is too much of a worry. "He died doing what he loved: up to defeat evil. I cannot check on him until his magic fades, which may take a few hours. And that's fine because we cannot teleport home until the magic fades as well." Briar has a sit away from Charlie and enjoys the momentary silence. The only question I have is when we take him to the table, do we place him on it, or under it...as was his usual?
"What now? Can you bring him back, like you did for me? Please?" Barael's voice is reduced to something child-like for the moment. Briar looks at the slumped Charlie, immediately understanding, feeling his own Harrow's blessing disperse. At least we won't have to preserve his body, it's already pickled.
@GM Evilan:
Briar looks at Nikolay. @Sward&Charlie, telepathetically: Sward, lift Charlie up a bit higher...to the axis point. We'll need to see what happens there. Or Charlie, if you can move away from there, I could stoneshape you a ramp to walk closer. But hefting first? I really don't have any good ideas...yet.
Round 18 Briar tries to help his companions as best he kind: with his keen elvish mind. Know (Arcana)
Briar readies a ghost-touched arrow to shoot if the wraith shows up.
Briar waits to see what happens before acting, watching as the anti meets the dragon magic. This should be interesting...
Briar stares at the dragon, annoyed by the noise and lightning and silliness. @Dandi, Charlie: Dandi, what do you think? I would suggest that Halfblood do his unnatural unmagic circle to quell this beast. What say you?
Fort Save vs. DC 20 (Stun)
Know (Arcana) - What is happening? Why is this dragon here? How to stop it? Is this artifact level magic?
Round 16 Briar double swims/airwalks up toward the Queen chamber.
Fort Save
Round 15 Briar single back up the 'chimney', gaining 30' of altitude back towards the queens chamber. He readies to shoot the wraith if it shows itself again. @Majenko: Where are you? Where are you taking them?
Fort Save Briar looks around. Perception - roar?
Briar shakes his head though he can communicate his frustration telepathetically. @Majenko.We'll see what happens. Keep an eye out for the wraith. I am to slay it if I can.
Round 14ish Briar casts Divine Favor, extending his prowess should it be necessary to continue fighting as the Queen's head is still attached to his body. He walks higher up 10' and keeps watch with his bow.
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