Doyle Taghaur's page

He always comes to get me just when i'm getting ready for bed.

VampByDay wrote:

I've only 'seen' a shadow dancer once. Plenty of people play them mind you, but I've only 'seen' one.

Need to up your game then :) I have an investigator with a +31 perception, and that still might not be enough to see one.

I thought it was odd that I got picked to judge the shadow dancer with the stars competition, then it occured to me i was the only one that could see it.

And then the ninja's threw down a challenge to a dance fight, and then things got really weird.

You may want to ask the andorans, down the hall on the left. Be sure to ask for the free waterproof bag. You'll need it.

Am I the only one who misses Osprey? Not a Venture-Captain, but still one of the coolest personalities in the Society IMO.

Nope. Miss him too. It was funny when the DM was trying to play osprey as something odd while he was talking to my druid: who talks while in batform hanging upside down. He out ospreyed osprey.

It is indeed an honor to be a Venture Captain. No more wakeup calls by Drendel Dreng!

The real reason i haven't left bat form in 7 levels: only way to sleep is during the day after the briefing.

It is with pleasure that I announce the appointment of four new Venture Captains:

Venture Captain Adelaide Aksin (be afraid) (Magus 13)
Venture Captain Conan and his assistant Doyle Tagheur (Druid 13)
Venture Captain Sierra Heartward (Oracle 13)
Venture Captain Adga and her daughter the shadowy Astrid (Paladin/Shadowdancer 13)

Thank you.

*gets pointy marks out of the wings*

Wait, I don't HAVE to fly around Rahadoum in batform healing pathfinders now that I'm a seeker?

DAMMIT, I knew I should have put a few ranks in sense motive.

A man in Sarenite monk's robes enters hesitantly. His garb hides most of his form, but his hands (covered in tough, coal-black skin accompanied by fingernails reminiscent of obsidian claws) and what may be his eyes (twin embers of hellfire) are visible.

"I am not entirely comfortable engaging in such a feast, especially with so many needy mouths in this very city, but I am willing to attempt a tale.

a bag lowers from the ceiling and jingles a little, already half filled with food despite being bigger on the inside than it is on the outside

Reaches down from the ceiling, snagging some baked apples

I'm thankful for Gozreh's bounty, and the farmer that provided this food.
And the polymorphic pouch that's going to get this to the poor down in the puddles

noms

Most of it.

PFS has so many invisible critters I haven't left batform in 2 years.

"I wonder if they are doing okay," he whispers to himself. He looks back up and shakes his head slightly. He smiles again. Sorry about that! Just a little homesick is all!"

I know the feeling. I haven't had the guts to go home and tell my parents how I'm doing after I was kicked out of hermea" he preens a bit. "I think they'd be proud though. I've helped heal a lot of people, and stopped from very bad things from hurting more. Pretty sure mom would turn me in if i showed up though...."

A giant bat Stretches out and yawwwwwwwwwns, doubling his body length as he hangs from the ceiling

I usually just sleep like this in the park. Probably not an option for you though.

... their brains got hit too hard riding the saddle?

the bat looks left, looks right, and vanishes up into the ceiling

coughs at the brimstone wafting up and brings the aqueous orb back over the pentegram

"i th.. think Bo's going to need one of those too..."

Rhon glances up at the commotion that has just come in the door and gives a shake of his head as if in wonder. Rhon turns in his chair and addresses the new comer. "What are you shouting for good sir? Most of us can hear you just fine without need of shouting."

Shuuuuuuuushes Rhon, flattening his ears

Very. very. much so.

clings to the ceiling as it shakes back and forth, though he doesn't stop eating the cake. Sets down the water for when he comes back

the cake vanishes into the ceiling with an OOOOoooo and crumbs slowly start to rain down from the ceiling.

a bat squeeks up in the ceiling and streeeeetches out, touching the half orc. His wounds quickly start to mend and calous, and scar as his healing is sped up, layers of dead skin sloughing off and emerging new. A few more squeeks and an orb of swirling water appears , frothing in place

"Its a little rough but I think you're well past create water as far as baths go. Oh! Hi. I'm Doyle"

They've got a rat but not a rabbit/hare for example. Another one that doesn't make sense is a bat, I've lived in some very cold climates and good luck on finding bats flapping around.

Squeek

Sigh, its the part of my work for the society that i don't like to talk about, ok?

"As it happens, they DID assign me a mission in Rahadoum, once... I'm not sure why the Society thought smuggling in an angelblooded, Shelynite priestess with a noticeable religious tattoo was in any way a good idea, but at least we managed to complete our mission before I got found out."

She smiles as the memory, but her expression grows sad at the thought of the nation's current troubles.

"It's just really frustrating; Shelyn and I could help SO MUCH if they would let me in, even for a little while. ...I wonder if I could get someone to teleport me past the border guard..."

Well... they do have a point. I've seen a lot of temples get taken over by evil gods, good clerics turned against their own people, religions fighting with each other...

And if you go its not just the border. You'd have to be a little more.. subtle than you are now. If you did the whole BY THE COLORS OF SHELYEN BE HEALED" thing you'd have guards on you in an hour. You'd need to be subtle. Mix up a "herbal remedy" in the back, invoke your gods will out of sight and then brush your hand up against them as you pour it down their throat. You'd have to let the good that was done itself be enough praise for your god. I know a few spots to fly you in if you want.

mmhmmms... , and puts a wing down to shake with the joint.

"Yes. They've instituted a no gods allowed policy. No churches, no proselytizing, no believers allowed. Makes it MUCH heard to handle disease out breaks. They'll allow alchemists and bards, but getting rid of diseases is harder for them and if you do TOO good a job the guards start looking at you funny.

Its a lot more strict than what we had even back home, but if a dozen or so people have a mouse brush over their foot and start to get better in one city, and a dozen go to bed and wake up feeling better in another the next day... I think i could do more if i was more systematic about it, but drawing attention to myself might get some of the guards hurt.

"Well, I'm more his bat than he's my raptor, but he's vacationing in the Mawangi Expanse. I was following some leads on where the statue of dervin gest pointed before getting side tracked a bit with all the plagues in Rahadoum. He said he wanted to be a villiage chief and get carried around on a palanquin.. wouldn't be surprised if he'd managed it by now.

"Uh... hello? How... how long have you been up there?"

The bat yawns to show off tiny, needle sharp teeth and stretches, halfing again its two foot length "I got in from radhdoumi last night and didn't want to bother waking anyone up for a room, but I didn't wake up till you started discussing your un planned mating activities. Still can't believe you don't need a license for that.

swings down from the rafters in front of voren

I found that sentiment once, scribed on a rock in a language older than Thassalonian.

And hello!

Spring is in the air, and the pathfinders are all twitterpated I see.

This is why they make you get a license for this sort of thing back home...

What happens if you're the pet?

Swings down from the ceiling to rumble squieekily at the earth elemental

Hell your igneousness. Welcome!

The bat huhs at carla

Well thats.. odd.

"Plenty of people that know how to hold a teacup the right way got a lot of practice doing the same with a knife.

swings down from the ceiling in front of avelina

We need to take the initiates on a few camping trips I see. Wolves generally wish to be left alone and know that humans are more trouble than they're worth. If you put your food up in trees overnight you'll be fine. You're safer with a pack of wolves than you are in most of the inns the society will arrange for you... though I think that means we need to get better travel agents.

If you're that worried about it, have someone cast purify food and drink and carry a large amount of meat with you. If the wolves are eyeing you and your horses hungrily , drop the meat on the ground and let them fight it out.

David Higaki wrote:

@Nefreet: Last game I played, there was only 1 human... followed with 2 elves, 2 half-orcs, and a druid. The ratio is even less if you count the druid's tiger, the half-orc dog companion, and the elf magi's faerie dragon :)

However, I do understand that aasimar/tiefling ratios are quite varied by region (and I do admit, I have one of each as well).

So, when did Druid become a race, instead of a class?

1 Human
2 Elves
2 Half-Orcs
1 Druid

Um, yeah.

I think doyles species is now officially bat, considering he hasn't had two legs since level 7.

The gnome raises his mug again.

"To turning bad people into racoons!"

He takes another drink, grabs a spare mug of ale, and hands it to Doyle.

"So how exactly did you do that?"

Its really, really complicated. The bat dips his head into the mug and takes a few gulps, popping his head out and licking the froth off his face You have to visualize the person as they are, and the animal... in this case a raccoon you want them to be. You have to know what it is on a fundamental level to BE a raccoon: not just what their fur feels like, having a long striped tail and small delicate hands, gozreh knows thats hard enough as it is, but what it IS to be one. How the world looks through their eyes, the colors faded, every tiny flicker of motion popping into your brain like a warning light, the world impossibly huge around you. Then you have to invision one turning into the other and kind of PUSH the thought itself out and around them and squeeze them with it.

Well, I finally got a hang of that trick for dealing with criminals we didn't want dead.

I don't know if turning that gun toting burglar into a raccoon was the best choice though, but he seems happy with it..

Now there are whole new reasons to hang upside down for a weekend. Space saving ergonomics! Its the Darkive for me!

Legally yours,
MeriDoc esquire

The blood rushing to your head helps you think better.

Good to see you back. Stay away from the drink. Remember from this point on you're trying to live up to something greater than yourself... you have to live a life worth you AND your friend.

Daylight spell, oil of daylight, scroll of daylight, dayfinder, batform for sonar, dispel magic...

Ok, I got plan A for deeper darkness who has plan B?

If all else fails I have a non violent method for dealing with murderers.

Have you ever considered commingle a duck?

I don't suppose you have the body of the injured party handy? You could just ask him.

Feesh ponders. "Um don't you have to touch the lion to turn it into a kitten and won't it like eat you when you try?"

Nope! You have to be closer than I'd like but its still pretty far away. Great thing about magic is that most of it works at a distance. I usually stay in the back and let conan and the rest of the party get up close and personal with things. Casting while paying enough attention so you don't get a sword to the head is kinda hard. MUCH easier to let your friends cover you.

Even with magic that usually only works at touch you can do it at range. There's a rod that does that for most incantations, and some herbal paste you can get if you have link with an animal.

Generally I find that the best use of spells is to prevent injury in the first place. I have a hard time curing the kind of damage a lion can do as fast as they can do it. Usually its just easier to turn them into a housecat and use a wand to fix up the scratches.

Perhaps you could sentence him to fight in the worldwound instead of languishing in prison? Death is almost as certain, and more horrible than anything you're allowed to do to him. I hear taldors putting together a foreign army to represent them...

"Gets rid of a murderer for one. Mind you there are more humane options." He looks at nonnie "So what happened?"

Someone ask him what his favorite animal is.. in case he comes back.

"What's this about a murderer?"

Its not all that uncommon that we engage someone doing something wrong in armed hostilities while we're the aggressor and someone dies. I don't suppose you could explain WHY the pathfinder you're looking for killed him?

Rhon turns towards the Taldens and says:

"Murderer you say...I would broker that no one of such a nature would be willing to set foot among so many who would have no qualms in turning such an individual over for trial."

"If we were to locate this individual for you, whom would like us to turn him over to. Understand that he will only be turned over if a fair trial can be assured. Also If needed I will offer my service to defend this reported criminal in court."

If we're lucky enough to be working somewhere where we CAN turn them over, usually they're the ones we'd be turning them over to...

The bat thumps a claw into the ceiling as his chin is scratched , swaying wildly by the other one as he does so, remaining upside down

"yup! Doyle. Not many druids here. Its not always easy to reconcile some of the darker aspects of nature with what the crusade is trying to do, but its all in how you look at things though"

My hermean exile druid was at a party.

So, Doyle, how are the nobles back home different than the ones here in Absolom?

(10-2=8)"Well... they're not 300 feet long and scaly for one..."

"So , what do you think of this extravagant dinner?"

(1-2= -1) " I think its a shame. We're eating off gold plates. Down in the puddles the lucky ones are dining on rat. The unlucky ones are dying because its damp. Instead of fixing that, we spent money on a plate because its shiny."

Long moment of silence that icly and oocly ended the dinner early.

Swings down out of the rafters by his feet, winding up nose to nose with the shield

"Oh hi.. hello. Don't start screaming the ears are sensitive...