Hmm looks like this may be a bust, too bad since we have quite the motley crew here and I think we would have gotten up to much mischief together!
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Putting her arm around Timmons' and leaning into him, Clarissa said, "You're not weak are you Timmons?" She moved away and said, "Well then, let's see what there is to see." before opening the door and stepping inside.
"Was Mitran." corrected Clarissa, "Now he's a good boy, aren't you Timmons?" She inspects the door before listening carefully to check if there's anything moving on the other side or any obvious traps.
"I know coming here wasn't your idea Timmons and I'm certain you did not enjoy the process, but when life throws you a curve ball you adapt! If you continue to cooperate, I believe you'll find your new job to be so more rewarding than your old one..." Clarissa gave Timmons a provocative look as she sucked the tip of her little finger.
As she continued to flirt with Timmons, Clarissa considered what she might know about Sir Balen of Karfeld.
"Oh!" clapped Clarissa, "I think he's going to be a good boy!" Whispering into his ear like a lover, she told him "Just so you know Timmons, these rooms contain deadly traps and monsters. You claim the dear Cardinal shared some knowledge of them with you, that's wonderful! Naturally your coming with us, let's just say it's in your best interest to recall exactly what you were told."
Clarissa had never heard of Timmons. Very sweetly she whispered into his ear, "Timmons eh? Well Timmons you've been entrusted to our tender mercy. We've got to decide if you've been naughty or if you've been nice and then reward you accordingly." Sucking the end of one long elegant finger for emphasis she told him, "If you've been good then I'm sure I can find a way to reward you! If you've been bad, well, Wicktor is oh so very hungry... So tell me truly Timmons, have you been a good boy?"
Clarissa smiled as she sauntered in, she ran a finger over the terrified man's skin and purred, "My, what have we here?"
My goodness, hopefully a short stay. Best wishes!
Get well soon!
"I guess that depends..." smirked Clarissa, "I know a few ways to reward somebody for being 'good'!" Longspear in hand she cautiously advanced, careful not to get too far ahead.
If nothing happens then Clarissa will try pressing the other stone.
Eying the damage done to Lilitu Clarissa remarks, "Well that was unpleasant..." She examines both exits carefully and notes sweetly, "If anyone needs a goold old stretch, it looks like somebody's got a toy to the room north over there..."
Now that she was able to see, Clarissa (who it turned out was more than a little scared of the dark, not that she'd ever admit it) levelled her newly acquired longsprear and ran forwards hoping to skewer the the mist that was attacking Lilitu.
"Know your enemy. Shatter all that blinds you and then burn thy adversary to ashes!" quoted Clarissa, "Use a vial of alchemist's fire on it!"
Likewise Clarissa wasn't going in first, that was something others more suited to the task would do. She tried her best not to think of them as the help.
"Did somebody call for alchemist's fire?" purred Clarissa, "I brew a batch earlier, for the greater glory of Asmodeus!"
Clarissa watched the proceedings with great interest, particularly Lilitu's devotion. She suggested, "I'll give you two guess where they'd likely hide a pit trap around here! If we have to go through that darkness, we'd better rope somebody up and send them in to scout along with something they prod the ground in front of them with..." Smiling broadly she asked, "Any volunteers?"
Clarissa had retreated outside the room and gave a slightly sarky, "Yeah! Burn it with Ice!" In a quieter voice she asked, "How does that work anyway? Oh well if it works..."
"Delightful..." remarked Clarissa, "So what now? Look for another secret door? I assume we're not expected to go through that mold covered door. I doubt we're expected to stay freezing in here either!" She looked around to see if there was something they'd missed before leaving to get warmer.
Clarissa shivered but didn't complain as her breath misted. She pointed at the odd looking purple stuff covering the western door and asks, "What's that?"
"The north was an alcove with goodies, perhaps the south will lead us to the next chamber..." speculated Clarissa.
"Mmm the cat was right." Clarissa remarked to Wicktor. To nobody in particular, she asked, "So which one? Lilitu wanted to go north before..."
Clarissa shrugged and replied with the hint of a smile, "Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? It's always been cats for me and the cat says it's a trap."
Clarissa snorts, "So wait, none of us know anything about disarming traps? Oh this is going to be fun!" She clapped her hands, "Any volunteers for trying the northern secret door? How does that open anyway?"
Clarissa admits "Can't say I ever learned to jimmy a lock or disable a trap. I hope one you can do that... But it seems to be that one of the secret doors might be the way to go, assuming they're not also trapped!"
Clarissa read the inscription and remarked, "Deception is a tool. Self-deception is death... Oh I like that!" She peers into the room which seems empty, "I assume we are being deceived here. Perhaps there's a hidden door, or an illusion or something like that!" She has a good look before entering and then whispers a centering chant which lets her slide into the trance needed to visualise the presence or absence of magic. It was a bit like defocusing your eyes and looking to the side at the same while concentrating on everything and nothing.
Clarissa raised an eye-bow when tight lipped Tiadpra ignored the Tiefling's question (what was her name? Lilitu that's right). Cardinal Thors had enjoined them to 'Let nothing and no one stand in your way', so she gave the woman a speculative glance.
If it's poor: [b]"Lets brighten things up a bit,[b]" smiled Clarissa before whispering a single spidery word. In response four motes of light spun into existence and danced into each corner of the cellar, giving everyone a good look at what, if anything, was there.
Clarissa smiles sweetly as she follows Tiadora, it didn't matter what happened in this trial it couldn't be worse than being hung drawn and quartered! After the orc had spoken she nodded, "Let us see what trials await, and crush them."
Assuming we're allowed fun stuff, I've given Clarissa a pair of boomerangs. They're ranged and exotic and she has no idea how to use them, and likely neither does anyone else. Makes for a fun gift in melee I should think.
Standing next to the Tiefling was a tall raven haired woman with a crooked smile, despite multiple bruises and wearing what appeared to be a scorched lab coat she looked somewhere between cute and stunning. She seemed pleased with this turn of events and was carrying a pair of bottles labelled 'Drink Me'. She smiled sweetly to the assembled group as she told them proudly, "I'm Clarissa and I'm a very naughty girl, the judge told me so! So much so they wanted to hang draw and quarter me! Fah! Lets see who has the last laugh..." "Have you enjoyed your gifts?" She bowed slightly, "Greatly your eminence. I'm sorry I may have made a mess in the lab, but I've mixed some rather special cocktails for the party. Alas I've forgotten the recipe for brewed reek, ah well another time..." "Let nothing and no one stand in your way." Clarissa nodded with a sweet malevolent smile, this was going to be fun! Crafting some alchemist's fire if allowed:
Sounds good, I'll sort her gear out after work and write an intro post.
Well Hello and thank you for the invite! I *think* I've got Clarissa set up for this campaign. I look forward to making Paladins fall in Asmodeus' name! I haven't given her any equipment yet. It sounds like we can get up to 200g of regular equipment. Would this include a portable alchemy lab? If so can she craft anything (I'm thinking of some lovely 'gifts' she can pass on to some poor trusting saps...)
My guess is it's over, hard to find GMs. Anyway take care Lapyd!
Clarissa's expression fell into a scowl upon hearing what must be the gate creaking. Softly she hissed, "We've overstayed our welcome, time to go!" Clarissa didn't want to get close to the dirty gong farmers, and she hoped they could sneak out but it wasn't her decision alone and she glanced at the others to see what they intend.
Thanks for letting us know GM.
Clarissa gave Cimri an appraising look and muttered, "This better be worth it Cimri..." When Leontiana mentioned the markings she nodded, "Yeah about that, those studded leathers are well made but anyone wearing them is going to look well out of place."
"Eh..." muttered Clarissa as she idly searches through Louslik's desk looking for anything interesting, but the only shinies she had eyes for was the considerable sum from the box, no wonder it had been so heavy!
She nodded at Cimri and said, "Yeah. Let's get out of here before we're forced to smell those gong farmers."
Before Leontiana tried the keys, Clarissa urged her "Wait just a sec..." She whispered a droning chant and squinted at the box. She explained saying, "I don't really expect it to be enchanted but there's nothing wrong with some healthy paranoia."
Still grimacing from the stench of the place, Clarissa tried her best to ignore it as she considered the implications of their find. "Peculiar that police gear from the next town over would end up here. Something smells rotten here and I'm not talking about the fruits of the gong farmers... Let's keep searching, I bet he's up to something and that's why he got targeted." She attempted to search but the smell was bothering her more than she liked to admit and her wine addled guts were twisting in unpleasant ways.
Head still pounding from her hangover and feeling weak from the stench, Clarissa croaked "Yeah you're right. A beating and a shakedown that's sending the message they wanted. We not authorized to kill him, still if one of you has got any rope we could tie him up. But let's be quick about our business here unless you want to fight a pair of dirty gong farmers too..." She shivered at the prospect as she set about helping with the search.
One other question GM, I built Clarissa with Grease. That's a great spell but on reflection charm person seems like it matches her personality better, would you mind if I swap it out?
Full of scorn Clarissa taunted the man, "Tsk-tsk. Ownership of a dangerous dog in addition to tax evasion, it's not looking good for you Louslik. The authorities don't take kindly to the likes of you and yours!" Unfortunately the stench was making her gag and her delivery didn't have the force behind it she'd intended.
Antagonize to befuddle: Diplomacy: You fluster your enemy. For the next minute, the target takes a –2 penalty on all attacks rolls made against creatures other than you and has a 10% spell failure chance on all spells that do not target you or that have you within their area of effect.
GM re the flagbearer feat do the party members qualify for it's bonus? Clarissa is very much Team Thrune, I described the Cheliax flag since I don't actually know what the house Thrune arms look like. Anyway if they do qualify then everyone has +1 to their rolls (not sure if that actually changes anything). Down the line it would be neat if we qualified for our own flag.
Not that he see in in the dark but Clarissa glowered in the man's direction as she snarled, "This here's a tax inspection Louslik! Put your hands up and show us where the shines are and no one has to get hurt..."
In hindsight her attempt at intimidation would have been more effective if she hadn't obviously sounded ill on account of the vapours and the blood.
Through gritted teeth Clarissa spat, "Stupid mutt!" It didn't seem fair, it could have just stayed asleep and everything would have been peachy, no it had savaged Leontiana and now it had to die. Clarissa lowered her spear and unfurled a pennant flag which proudly bore the infernal flag of Cheliax complete with the motto Asmodeus Vindice. The sight of this steadied her and with a grunted "Right!" she moved into position and thrust at the dog.
Inside the tannery the cloying fumes where even worse. She tried breathing through her mouth but it didn't help, she stood there white knuckled and leaning heavily on her spear as she concentrated on not throwing up. How anyone could work in this offal pit was beyond her, unless they'd managed to kill their sense of smell!
Clarissa wrapped her handkerchief around her face like a desperado and stalked towards the entrance Samara had spotted.
Normally Clarissa was brash and loud caring nothing for stealth, but due to delicate state her hangover had left her in she trod lightly. In her weakened state however she was woefully unprepared for the stench! The vapours made her eyes water and she spent several undignified moments dry heaving. Inwardly she cursed, the damned handkerchief was doing less than nothing beyond making her look like a fool.
"Damnit Cimri you don't even look remotely hungover!" grumbled Clarissa who thought this to be incredibly unfair. After a moment through in a softer voice she said, "Some of my memory's coming back. What's was that you said, oh right of an evening Jabral Louslik does the accounts and those gong farmers Shaul and Pippa come and go. So if we time it right we'll have just Jabral to deal with." "I would recommend each of us procure scarves or some other face covering. Not just to obscure our faces, but for the smell." "Eh? Euuu..." the corners of Clarissa's mouth turned down, "Damnit I hate being out of coin, don't even have a scarf to my name. Guess this old handkerchief will have to do." Normally Clarissa wouldn't have have got involved in something like this but lack of coin made her more than a little desperate, besides if Jabral was a tax dodger then this was richly deserved karma. She started to think they might indeed able to get away with it.
Clarissa was tall with raven black hair a dark cloak and a crooked smile. She also had a wicked headache, she glowered at Cimri it was her fault! Mostly. Well actually maybe not entirely her fault. Yesterday evening she'd been down to her last gold coin and somehow she'd ended up spending it all in some seedy bar. Cimri had been there and against her better judgment Clarissa had been drawn into this mad scheme of Cimri's, a sure fire way to get some filthy lucre, a allegedly. Leaning heavily on her long spear which she was using as a walking stick she glanced at the Elven woman's question, Samara wasn't it? Yeah that was a good question, what the devil's was Cimri getting them into. God's it made her head ached. Nodding to Samara she testily piled on, demanding "Yeah what's this about Cimri? Last night is a bit of a blur, can't remember what you said, what's this Louslik to you again? And what if there's somebody still in there?"
Before we start are the PCs assumed to have known each other long? A number of us seem to be locals based on backstories.
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