Erryll Reyven's page

Thraag did not want to fight, so he avoided it. He thinks we need to not draw attention if we can help it here.

That was part of why I suggested adjusting disguises and stopping to do something that no "outlaw" would stop to do ... this is when the stupid people go right past us ... and then we can get behind THEM .... and then Erryll can take out the wizard and donotello can kill the bird

It is almost as though Erryll were smiling AND frowning at the same time.
He very very quickly gestures and speaks in Undercommon.
"Nitaskil!
"Fill buckets with water and hand them to the men who are here in front of you!"
The difficult to see minion floats off to find its first bucket ...
Casts Unseen Servant

"It would seem that several of my ancestors were mistaken, who knows, that may explain their absence ... my sorcery is at least as powerful as their witchcraft."

"I can stand here and cast rays of frost at this blaze all night, and I will. The whole city doesn't deserve to die tonight. Let me freeze this, and then throw the cart in the blaze, it isn't what we came for. It will draw an enmormous amout of heat. Shield Gattlesbard. Make him change his disguise. Everyone here is taller and he still looks like an idiotic disguised alchemist with a miniaturized lizard. Let's get this done."

" ... and let me kill the wizard when the time comes."

KN(Arcana): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

In the back of his mind, Erryll swears one of the ancestors knows something about the weird wizard. Most of Erryll's human relatives were from outside the area ... he just needed to put his finger on it.

There is NOTHING Erryll loved more than making fun of other people's ridiculous displays of veneration, but he figured why not try to blend into this crowd ...

Lore(Brigh): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"Seriously people, get it done! Move! I sound mean, but he actually shoots people in the head. MOVE!!"

INTIM: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"I overheard some men talking in Dwarven. They are sending spell casters or shield Marshall's. Either way they know we are disguised and we should leave quickly" Told says while trying to figure out who was speaking.[Dice=Perception]1d20+5

Erryll stops to take the pistol and ammunition from the fallen non-alchemist. Waste not want not.

and are you really not going to search/loot the guy RH?
all good either way

probably too late to use Diplomacy now hey?

We may not need to ...

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL "Something tells me "this is them" hehehehehe, and what? You must be the brains of the operation? What a piece of trash. Imagine how a good hit might have worked out? Imagine if you could actually sling that gods fracking gun. What a dirtbag. AND your shot was worthless."


DIPLO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
INTIM: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"I'll tell you a secret though, it's a good secret too. I know a spell. A spell we call Nassik Cheen in the Underdark ... here, we'd probably call it Unerring Weapon. I can cast it on myself, but what would be the point of that, right!? Yeah no. I would cast it on one of my friends, they're angrier than I am. So if another bulet is fired, you will be dead, on the ground, and all you will have left is my laughter in your ears and my spit running down your face as you bleed out in the street. Yes ... I would stay to watch."

Good as well

Seeing Gattlebee ready to exit the building, Onnello gestures towards the gate, "Let's get out of here."

GM Violant, is the bridge first or the brewery?

"genius idea! let's!"

oh my bad, I would never have thought we were waiting on me; I had actually been trying to keep things moving on the 12th and then it was basically 2 weeks waiting :( all good. If we're starting back up again, that's great too.

I just don't want to be locked in to that cycle of on again off again,, and then it's "the holidays" and this one is backing cookies so they will post again in January, that sort of thing.

It's probably time for me to excuse myself; this is a character I had wanted to play for like ever and ever and that isn't happening unfortunately. I'm ready to recover the space in my campaigns tab.

Thanks Vi! Super huge major best of luck with the job search, I am right there with you!

INIT: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
PERC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Erryll hadn't exactly announced that he was detecting for magic, and wasn't exactly planning to take anything without asking either, but when the Duke of Demolition said there was a missing potion, well, Erryll was all over that.

Apologies - I should be able to catch up and post something tonight, sorry about that.

Hoping they would be able to convince Gattlebee to come with them, Onnello keeps a keen eye out watching for anyone trying to interfere.

INTIM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"I promise, we're the good guys, and you should know that. The bad guys in this town aren't smart enough to try to trick you. It really is now or never sir, we need to get you to a place that is safe."

"I say we do one more day of observation and then go. That gives us one try and if something goes really sideways before we get him, we can try again on the next day." Thraag says.

I will be honest VI, I am at the point where I think I may sign up to use JobHire.AI to start doing the work for me ... and I'm going to go a bunch of skills re-training also.

Job searching is worse than Dungeon Delving :(

PERC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Told nods to Onello's point, "In my experience rash movement can cause issues, I mean that's why I'm here now to begin with." He says with a chuckle. "I to would be more comfortable watching the route another day or two, if for nothing else but to see who else might be watching Gattlebee's house"

"I don't think there's anything more we can do. We've scouted a route, and we've explored the stop we'll have to make. I think we're ready.

"What's more, I don't see any need to wait three more days until Loveless' full force is ready. Let's go and get Gattlebee. Right now. Loveless or Mugland probably has someone watching, so I'm sure we'll encounter resistance on the way back, but it might be less if we go now rather than wait."

"So then in that case, let's eat, be refreshed, and wait for darkness. I'm not saying that the law won't have agents with Darkvision, but we should at least try to stack as many advantages in our favour as we can."

Erryll looks a touch pensive ...

"I might have missed this, you know, the new armour is a touch distracting, but does Gattlebee know we are coming? By "we" I guess I mean anyone, but do we identify ourselves as Agents of the Duchy now? I have an outfit for that, but I just thought I would ask first ..."

I can be also

Erryll is also ready

All caught up
Let me know if we need anything

I should have a post up today or tomorrow, I seem to have come down with something near the end of the week, and it's taken me out enough to stall posting in the games I'm GMing. You'd all be fine with just skimming through this, right? There's one more potion you haven't found yet in a different room, but other than that, this place is basically empty until we actually get to the chase.

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I too have been super ill since the end of the week, and it's taken a lot out of me. Oddly, I did not post a message to this campaign like I did all my others last night.

I should be able to catch up today though :)
Please feel free to bot Erryll, inluding that he will have detected for magic everywhere and found the missing potion ;)

As Onnello and Eryll casually walk down the boardwalk, Onnello will occasionally glance into the 'store windows. Pretending to look at the shops wares, he's actually watching the reflections of his new friends, to make sure he knows where they are without looking directly at them.

Walking, Onnello notices something different about Erryll's outfit. He looks and then looks again, "Your cloths, they are slightly different, did you purchase a magical item to help with that?"

While his friend answers, he keeps his eyes focused on the street, watching for anything interesting.

Moving at a 'casual' pace taking 10(17) on perception as we move. GM is see the 'saloon' on the map and Gattlebee's house, can you mark the brewery on the map or give us an idea of its location and how long it takes to walk there?

Keeping his voice lowered, Erryll says, "I did! Truth be told, I almost had to. The spidersilk bodysuit I purchased is very ... form fitting. Not really something anyone outside of Kitty's might be ready for. So I purchased a pair of bracers with magic very similar to our hats, and they allow me to have my clothing appear as anything I want. Much better than looking like I'm working at Kitty's on a night that I'm not."

Erryll walks with Onnello; looking different ... but somehow seeming exactly the same

Our 'normal' selves are still outlaws, correct? Does that mean we shouldn't be seen, or is it more like just sherrifs are going to want to apprehend you? (like regular people won't care)

Snorting at Thraag's description, Onnellos smirks, "I reckon so."

Everyone having arrived at the designated time and Feeling the conversation had run its natural course Onnello stands, leaving most of the second beer in the mug. Adjusting his gun belt slightly he nods towards the door, asking as he moves towards the swinging double doors. "shall we scout the 'brewery' first or the alchemists house?"

Erryll makes 'adjustments' also, although the glamoured outfit still looks fantastic. He seems ready to go.

"Based on what we know, Vashon has a good enough handle on his place, especially for a pick-up. But I'll be honest, whenever I hear the word abandoned, I worry. Abandoned is a word that busy people use instead of saying they don't care. That is why they don't use the word empty, because they don't really know. I suggest that we flush out the 'abandoned' brewery prior to thinking we can hold up there."

It would be fun if Nevel turned out to be the merchant that Erryll got his family heirlooms back from ...

@ Erryll: So is any of the spider silk visible?

Seeing his friend Walk in Onnello thought he notices a spring in the half elfs step. Kicking out the bent wood back chair opposite Thraag, Onnello Chuckles at the comment about drinks, smiling, "I recon We can find out."

Waiving at the waitress, Onnello's smile wains when Erryll comments about 'Kitty saying hi'. Shaking his head, "I owe that woman a debt I can't repay. But I'm not sure I'm able to give her what she wants."

His clothes currently look like 'normal' very revealing brothelwear/streetclothes (so his clothing does NOT look like spider silk, the lariet which is at his hip does though)

Sorry, I intended to post earlier

Smiling as Narl said he 'knew a guy' Onnello reconned it was good to have someone in the gang that 'knew a guy.' Pausing, Onnello looked longer at Narl. Shaking his head, it was usually a 'pretty boy' who had all the friends, but if this Narl said he 'knows a guy' Onnello won't call him a liar.
 
Nodding in agreement with Told, "Yes, sooner would be better than later, let's just make sure we don't go off 'halfcocked'."

Hearing Erryll say they'd like to meet back here in a couple hours and Dunsmith's warning, Onnello turns and nods to Erryll, "the sooner the better. See you back here in a couple of hours." He nods towards the front room of the Barrel & Bullet, "I'll be waiting in the Saloon. If anyone wants to wait with me, I'll buy the first round."

Setting his cup on the table he stands, shifting his hat low and heads out the door to the Barrel & Bullet. Pausing long enough to find an empty table near the back wall, Onnello moves that direction, taking a seat with his back to the wall. As he sits, he adjusts the dragon pistol so it would be easy to reach and he pulls a couple gold coins out of his vest pocket. Tossing the coins on the table he waits for one of the girls to come over and let him order a drink.

Just trying to get in character, I don't expect to RP the order or anyone sitting with him, unless you all want to RP. But he will sit here and sip on a single beer until Erryll (since he said he needed to get something) returns.

"So if you buy the first, and I buy the second, what do we think the odds are that we could get both drinks to arrive at the same time?"

Erryll sat down next to his buddy Onnello, very ready for a drink.

"Kitty says 'HI' by the way."

The Mana Wastes were a very long way from Kyonin. They were, in fact, a long way from a lot of places. They were most certainly a long way from anywhere that people would generally worry about, think about, or even recollect that there were “dark elves” in the world. That said, there were dark elves in the world.

Mostly a dark elf lived its life well below the surface world, deep in the Underdark, never to see the sun. Most were thrilled with this. They would never have to guess whether their magic would work any given day, and they certainly wouldn’t need to be wary of bigoted murder hoeboes. None of that was true in Alkenstar. In Alkenstar, anyone different basically had a target painted on their back, and the leading murder hoeboes were Lovelace & Mugland. They had gunned down Erryll’s great grandfather as though there were a statute citing “Thou shalt not suffer a drow to live.”

His family didn’t suffer insults to their dignity for long though; his great grandmother invented the “Snatschbissen” spell specifically to exact revenge, and a good number of casters at Kitty’s knew how to cast ‘Darkness’ because of it; neither Mugland or Lovelace exposed their nether region to the light, Granny Galandreyell had made sure of that. Laughed about it a lot actually.

For Erryll though, just having spidersilk against his body felt oddly like coming home … the bodysuit exposed and accentuated every part of his physique. Spidersilk in principle wasn’t “a drow thing” but it was somewhat of a tip-off, like his violet eyes. He had never felt better, he had never looked better. There might be some arguments that he looked better without the armour, but he hoped he had taken care of that also. He not only had his grandfather’s spidersilk rope, but he had also commissioned enchanted sleeves made of spidersilk as well. The translucent tubes of material easily fit over Erryll’s arms, and much like the hats of disguise they had used on their last job, Erryll could choose to transform the appearance of his current garments into any other nonmagical set of clothing he wanted. These new clothes fit perfectly, even possibly modestly, and would always be clean and mended unless he specifically designated otherwise.

There was work to be done; it wasn’t like his other heirlooms were going to buy themselves. He was ready. He had never handed that much gold & platinum to anyone. He for sure needed a drink, and possibly needed 2.

"So we meet back here in a couple hours, case the neighborhood of the job, and then plan it for 2 days from today?"

GM Violant wrote:

" ...Near Ironside Quarter at some abandoned brewery... "

Blinking Onnello wonders if he misheard the dwarf when she'd spoke of the 'brewery.' Sipping his coffee, he looks from Thragg to Erryll to their host.

"On second thought, maybe we look around the area for dinner ... at a less abandoned brewery."

"Or we can just show up in the day and see if they have any good brews." Thraag says with a smile.

"There is good sense in this approach, and it let's us check off all the boxes. I could go to Kitty's, and then to the weavery for the the armor, pick up a few other things and then we could all meet at the Brewery around dusk; ostensibly for drinks and dinner, but with more than enough daylight to case the area, also allowing us to take its measure after the sun sets as well. Plus the drinks & the dinner, which in principle lets us evaluate the locals."

Having gotten in the habit of wearing his hair loose and his head down, Onnello's smirk, when Dunsmith pulls out pork and hardtack, hopefully goes unnoticed. As he pours himself a cup of black coffee, he notices the animated dwarf returning with a poster board. Scooting the platter of pork and hardtack out of the way, he makes room for the signage. Twisting, so as to hold the cup over the floor instead of the table he listens as she explains the job.

He furrows his brow as she describes the 'target.' Not at all great for a group trying to maintain a low profile. She was right, they'd need to get the 'lay of the land' before they pulled the 'job.' Some sort of diversion might not be a bad idea. He paused for a moment wondering what the alchemist could want from an old brewery. But the fact was it didn't matter, they would do what the fellow wanted, if for no other reason than it was what they were hired to do. As the half orc asked a couple of questions, Onnello considered a couple of his own.

Sipping his coffee he considered a couple options, "Our first step should be to check the routes from his house to the brewery then to here. Plan a primary route then a couple alternatives."

He furrowed his brow for a moment. "Some sort of secure transportation we can hide him in might work as well." He looks around the table, "Anyone know a smuggler with a wagon that has a false bottom?" He smiles slightly, "Pity a dirigible would be too obvious."

Pausing to think for a moment he remembers when he'd walked into the room, "we're those 'hats of disguise' you all were using? Would there be an extra one to put on Gattlebee? I hope we don't have to have him run all the way, but a disguise would help."

"A Hat of Disguise for him is a great idea, but I think it would also be wise to assign him a 'handler' -- magic items are not all that forgiving, especially with the absent-minded; the magic depends on Gattlebee actually using it."

The half-elf reaches over Onnello for a slice of pork

"Mmmmmm, tasty! When we are done with lunch, I have some things I need to pick up before we go scouting, which we could do tonight, or we could do tomorrow, or honestly we could do both. But my armor should be ready, and I am certainly ready to be wearing it!"

"Thank goodness I commissioned the Sleeves of Many Garments I wanted to badly ... wouldn't want to meet the Duchess in just any old thing."

The elf smiles

"In all seriousness though, yes, a question: what's for lunch?"

As he moves up the street Onnello keeps his head low and his wide brimmed black felt hat pulled down. Since his 'fall' he'd stayed near 'Ms Kitty's', but the invitation to make some real money couldn't be passed up. It was less than a mile to 'Barrel and Bullet Saloon' but his right leg was already throbbing by the time he reaches the corner of the building. He'd been able to get his duster on over his right arm, but even that movement had aggravated his shoulder, but he didn't need full use of his right arm to do what he would be hired to do.

Keeping his right hand tucked in the pocket of the brown duster, he takes a moment and walks around the building. Pausing he wonders if it's his old 'shieldmarshal' training kicking in, or if he'd just gotten paranoid. Shaking his head he realizes it didn't matter, no reason to walk in a building he doesn't know how to get out of. As he steps onto the wooden porch of the Saloon his black stove pipe boots make a slight noise as he walks to the swinging doors. Taking a deep breath, out of habit, he tugs on his brown leather vest and straightens his gun belt. Pushing the swinging doors open, he casually rests his left hand on the handle of his cross draw 'dragon pistol'

Moving quickly through the Tavern he heads to the back room he'd been told about. Seeing the tall half orc enter, he smiles to himself, the fellow was about four inches taller than he, at least he won't stand out too much. Walking into the back room he sees Dunsmith, the dwarf who he'd spoken with and three others. Recognizing Erryll, he lifts his chin in a nod, then looking towards the others, he tips his hat. "Pleasure to be working with you." as puts the hat back on, his long hair shifts enough to reveal the horizontal T-shaped scar on the left side of his face. Horizontally running from his left ear creasing his narrow, broken, nose, vertically running from bellow his eye to the edge of his lips, pinching with its center a bullet exit wound on his left cheek,

When they had first met, Onnello had looked a great deal worse for the wear. A whole LOT of wear. Erryll's time at Ms. Kitty's was ... well, it certainly wasn't private, not entirely, but it had been quite different when he & Kitty had discussed Onnello. He looked MUCH better at the moment ...

"Master Reyven, I know our conversations normally go in a fairly specific direction, but I wondered if I might speak to you about one of my new boarders. I think you could help him."

"Having never called me 'Master Reyven' before I'm a little concerned that your boarder is a priest or a politician ..."

Kitty smiled, very gently to be honest
"Erryll ... you told me your ancestors taught you to hex, a hex that heals, in addition your spells which heal. This man needs help. Could you take a look?"

"I could, and I will, and I would be glad for the practice. Most of the men you ask me to meet haven't 'touched' you quite like this, let's make haste."

Kitty was a good judge of character, her own character dubious though it might be. Erryll helped. The spell did as much as spells do ... and he would need some time with his 'family' to ask why his hex didn't fix the man's face. The ancestors would know, Erryll simply wished better for the man. Onnello hadn't done this to himself, and Erryll was glad to have helped set things right.

to be clear though, the 25pp was included in the total of 1066? or we each have 250 more gp than previously?

Welcome fellow outlaws!!!

Oh right! I need to post Erryll's updates!

Erryll Reyven wrote:

Narl Smathok wrote:

I'm levelled up! I'm moving the stats to this identity, and the PC's background and a few other notes are kept on Nevai's alias.

I took the Vigilante talent Armor Skin, which lets me ignore light and medium armor ACP for Acrobatics, Escape Artist, and Stealth. Since Nevai can control his mutation to switch back and forth between identities, I'm saying that he's able to control the protrusions on his skin to nestle around his armor and hold it in place, thus making it fit better and less likely to rattle when he moves.

Trying to make Erryll look foolish for just paying more ;)

Hmm? I don't understand what you're referencing.

Just teasing - I paid for Masterwork armor specifically to avoid an ACP, and I will be honest, did not even think about finding a feat, although I had to take a feat to use armor anyway.

I'm levelled up! I'm moving the stats to this identity, and the PC's background and a few other notes are kept on Nevai's alias.

I took the Vigilante talent Armor Skin, which lets me ignore light and medium armor ACP for Acrobatics, Escape Artist, and Stealth. Since Nevai can control his mutation to switch back and forth between identities, I'm saying that he's able to control the protrusions on his skin to nestle around his armor and hold it in place, thus making it fit better and less likely to rattle when he moves.

Trying to make Erryll look foolish for just paying more ;)

The dwarf makes another eureka expression as she cracks another porrtion of the lockbox. "Hiding in a matter of speaking, though he should be hiding properly: He's one of Alkenstar's most famous recluses, and has been holed up in his workshop for a while now. And from what I saw with my own eyes at the expedition, a pea sized bit was supposed to blow open an adamantine safe." She then puts her shotgun on the table, sure she's getting close to cracking the safe at last, before continuing, "It blew up half of an entire lecture hall."

"There are 2 problems here, maybe more. 1 - a great inventor is being targeted and is in danger. 2 - control of an extremely important discovery could fall into the hands of people everyone here knows are rotten, in fact, we should all very much NOT want this to happen. We should try to foil this plan of Mugel & Lovelace; we should try to help Vashon dodge this bullet!"

Erryll happily hands back his Hat of Disguise, not worried in the least because he's off to see his 'friend' at the brothel ... and to pick of his Sleeves of Many Garments there as well. He wasn't sure if Madam Xutchii would let him freelance this weekend, but he hoped so.

[dice=Reflex]1d20+3

Once the gnoll is dead, Narl cleans his sword and sheathes it while the goblins are celebrating. At Monsie's offered hand, the mutant warrior considers it for a brief second before shaking it and the hands of any other goblins that offer. He starts to ask what's on the map before Loveless' arrival forces the group into the sewers to escape.

Back at the inn, Narl had almost forgotten that he was wearing the hat of disguise. He returns it to the innkeeper and then looks on Thraag's true image for the first time.

"Thanks for the assistance. I wasn't expecting that to be easy, but things could have really turned south if you hadn't shown up.

"Also, good shooting, Erryll. You too, Dunn."

As Dunsmith is working on the lockboxes, Narl asks her, "We heard Loveless mention someone named 'Gattlebee.' Do you know that name? She's got them in her sights."

"Gattlebee is going to be framed actually, just like my grandparents. Boy would I love to meet this 'artist' of theirs. I don't usually go in for the maiming, but I could make an exception New skills are important to all of us."

Thanks, Violant! Does that total include the 20gp from the gnoll?

Is anyone interested in that +1 whip or can we sell it?

One of us should hang onto that CLW potion. Narl will do it if nobody else wants to.

So maybe the 20gp, the CLW, and the proceeds from the whip can be "party funds" like for more potions and stuff?

Revolver: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d8 ⇒ 7 - At the loud mouth ...

Narl knocks the gnoll face-first onto the ground, followed by Thraag also downing the other gnoll that has moved in on the group, while the leader looks on in horror clutching her map as her group of Gnolls has been reduced to herself and one other. However, as they collapse to the ground, horrid pustules erupt into vile acid, splashing onto Narl, causing minor chemical burns from the Waste-mutated gnolls. Give me a DC 14 Reflex saving throw, Narl. On failure, take 1 acid damage.

DICE ROLLS

Dunn takes a shot at the remaining non-matriarch, landing right inbetween the eyeballs in the gnoll's forehead, but the bullet clearly doesn't penetrate all the way through, as the gnoll still stands. Lord Glass then rebegins his magic-fueled chant, filling you all with vigor as he switches to a not-so-traditional tune, you actually recognize it as something from the play you were here to see originally. Naturally, it has modified lyrics. Max then attempts to fire a shot at the leader, but she has since moved by the time the ysoki has fired the shot.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS YOU SNIVELING RAT!" the leader shouts as she lashes out a shining whip at the ysoki, hoping to knock him out before killing him. She however misses her whip and strikes the ground, kicking up a bit of dust in the process as she does so. The other one also attempts to bite at Max, realizing his leader has failed to strike with her whip. The ratfolk is clearly injured, but he still manages to remain standing.

DICE ROLLS [/ooc]

Two enemies left until level 2! You three are up, Inspire Courage is on!

"NO."

Strides forward to place the barrel of his revolver against Max, casts CLW
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Revolver: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d8 ⇒ 7 At the red one ...

PERC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 Also a fairly solid roll