I couldn't agree more, let's walk into this trap, and end this charade.
This street, this town
This stream, this hill
The property of Mister Kill
If you go around
in the end you will
Be scrutinised by mister Kill
...a rider on a pale horse
A rider on a pale horse...
Yeah, about that. I completely missed that Rydderch made the diplo check and actually got a tour of the crime site. It doesn't make a lot of sense now to go there, but Fissa is going to try and see if he can find something the others overlooked (I don't think they made all the checks, did they?
Fissa raises an eyebrow after the encounter with the inquisitor. I suppose that is the reality around here, these days. It may be all that keeps this community from falling apart.
I'm worried about this other man inquiring after us.
It seems you had a hard time with farmer Otto? Should I go over there, and see if I can interest him in the tunes of ol' Riddleport? Awaiting further reaction from the group, he pretends to march off with a misplaced sea shanty:
A way down South where the cocks do crow,
Way down in Magnimar.
Them gals all dance to the old banjo.
And we'll roll the woodpile down!
A shave, yes, and my hair could use some trimming as well. Does that go by 'two bits', or do you charge differently? Fissa grabs the opportunity to sit at a barber to get all the latest gossip out.
I'm not too fond of keeping watch - I need my sleep, you know. I'll keep the first one with you, Bramelane, as an early watch is more in line with my sleeping pattern anyway.
And if you think this isn't real
I'll show you wounds that never heal
Forever just a happy meal...
I'll get to the fairgrounds, but going there in the morning will only find me hungover people. Trust me, if you start singing songs for hungover people, you're going to have a bad time. Why don't I visit the general store first, and then go over to the fairgrounds later?
It seems the sheriff intends to be the hangman himself, and he seems to have a written testimony. If that is true, we're going to have a hard time. There's also the case of the murder weapon...
Fissa relates what he heard with some sensationalism. Feel free to read my spoiler
Fissa nods, somewhat disappointedly, at Rydderch decision. I fear my presence at the beer garden would affect merriment. Are you sure I cannot tempt you to come along?
Brevoy! We are here!
Brevoy! Ahoy! We are here!
Brevoy and the Brevoyan beer!
Here! The Brevoy are here!
Fissa Fuihlah is a born entertainer, and tends to go about his business singing and gyrating. His preferred mode of communication is through lyrical observation, and he has a tune for every occasion.
Taking Mareck's comments to heart, he makes a sincere bow and has a good look at his spectators.
K(planes):1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22Going to take that as a 'succeed'
Now there's something you don't see every day...
I was there once. he speaks Qadira, I mean, when the local ruler told me to 'let that raga drop'
But as the wind changed direction
the temple band took five
Pleased to meet you, Mr al-Shamiriassuming that's his name, not his titlemy name is Fissa, I've been entertaining this region ever since I lost the Asmodeus look-alike competition in Cheliax - but that's another story.
And one that he already sang of in the last scenario
I think our duties go beyond 'putting in a good word'. I think Valais' actions stand for themselves, so we should make sure she receives the proper treatment at the lodge.
And what other option is there? She would not survive without our help.
So everyone made the save against illusion, right? How 'bout we just leave, and send in the ghostbusters?
Fissa, while continuing his singing and dancing performance, touches Kilgharra to imbue it with Heroism+2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks.
Would love to join, if you don't mind me running it (for you?) At the same time. Depending on subtier, I can run with Fissa or a lower level character.
Fissa feels the compulsion to just move off in a random direction, but he hums to himself and resists the temptation. He then starts to sing to inspire courage. Hmpf. Neither inspire courage or inspire competence gives any bonus against illusion saves... meh
In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refuse to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in trying
Upon hearing Hiko's comments, Fissa tries his best to see the room for what it is
Will save(illusion):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
Go ask your sisters for favours, you won't find them here. You put me in a bad enough spot with those poor reagents. And my ally is too busy with other issues now, isn't he?
Fissa tries his best to find the right condescending tone that Thurl would use.
Raoul, did you actually get an idea of what kind of items these two have traded? A generic hunch would already work wonders, but maybe there is a specific ordering list somewhere?
Fissa then proceeds to write on the chalkboard The society is of no consequence, I have them in my pocket. Sure, they're searching my lodge, but my basement is a secret to them. The wares you sent me, they are not of the same power as what you sent before. Practically inert. What are you trying to pull on me?
Those writings. lock him up for another ten thousand years Fissa throws a worried look at Kawrock.
A little 'Night March' reference.
These worms seem harmless and helpless. We can always have those who clean after us decide on their fate. And indeed, they may carry the key to helping Valais here.
