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Fosco sits up, holding his hand over his eyes and squinting as if he had a migrane. "I don't want to eat rainbows anymore, and I never did any such thing to my mother." After his head clears, he removes his hand to see the ladies up. He made ready to speak to them, but then noticed the guys were terribly injured. Quickly he applied a dab of blood from a pouch on the prone elf, speeding up his own natural processes of healing.
Being a holy eagle, it looks with displeasure at the cursing one, while appreciating the bravery of the wizard to defend his comrades. Although being just a dumb eagle, it doesn't really recognize Nym's infernal connections per se. With a screech, it flaps over to attack the foul mouthed ambusher. The fog interfered with it's talon attack and missed the vital point for an armored one.
Seeing that Nym has a potion out, Fosco decides not to use the infernal healing on him. Paladins aren't practical in that way and would probably resent it. Instead he decided to show his own caliber and push the fight forward. Stepping over the dying Halfling he summoned another silver falcon to wreak havoc amongst their assailants. [ooc]Move, Summon Monster I (Celestial Eagle), 1 more for the day.
Yeah, supposedly they are doing something like the animal companions, where you have different outsiders that you can take and then adjust feats and ability scores slightly. I liked the idea that you could make anything you wanted, but now it's looking more regulated which is sad. I do think that Summoners are a bit stronger than they should be, but they do miss out on versatility, especially in the higher levels. Of course, PFS never really gets that high, so they tend to outshine the full casters. That's a bit of a problem. Now when they do a nerf, sometimes they let the people who made their characters earlier keep going with it, and sometimes they allow a rewrite. Either way, I'm probably going to hold off on too much with Fosco until it's ironed out. One day I'd like to get a character all the way up, but after I quit playing my first and I'm unsure about my second, I'll have to make up a third. I'm thinking Hunter. I built one for an AP, but I could probably transfer him over without too much trouble.
Yeah, Summoners can summon quickly. Most people forget because they usually keep an Eidolon around. Fosco has kept his hidden because he wasn't really needed and he likes to keep things close to the vest. About joining you for another one, I'm torn. Fosco is really fun, but I think they're changing the Summoner when the Unleashed book is coming out in April. I'm not sure of the rules and such, but I'd hate to get partway through playing him and end up with having to rewrite his crunch completely, as his Eidolon is probably the thing that will go, and that's the reason I wrote him up in the first place. In other words, I'm still thinking about it.
We've got a guy in my home group that rolls more 1s than really should be allowed. It doesn't matter what dice he uses, I tracked him over several nights and he rolls a 1 in about every 8 rolls or so. It really sucks, since he plays a paladin too and can only really miss his saves when he rolls a 1, which he does just as often if not more than the rest of the group.
Fosco, filling in the information after being given leave to do so from the paladin talks a bit more excitedly than he had done before. Perhaps it was the alcohol that loosened him up a bit. "The children also say that they are being used for unpaid labor at fancy houses in the area. Auntie Baldwin is pocketing the money and the kids aren't getting any benefit from the work they do, not even fresh clothing."
The halfling's eyes light up at the mention of smoothing things over with alcohol. He turns his countenance to the lady of the house. "Don't mind if I do!" He says greedily and takes a swig of the bottle. "Ah, that's nice. Thank you for your hospitality!" He handed the bottle back to the matron. The usually somewhat subdued halfling had a bit of a spring in his step as he followed the paladin.
"Oh! Then where'd they come from? Wouldn't you look nice in some lovely dresses. Or a suit of armor! Or both!" Fosco smiles at the girls and moves along. Coming back to the matron, he notices some very sore feelings and he tries to calm matters down. "Friends, let's not pester this slave mistress anymore. She has enough problems organizing the children's workload and pawning the charitable gifts she gets just so she can feed the poor dears as well as keep up with the latest fashions."
"Thank you for your kind words ma'am, but my gifts are paltry next to the eldritch might of this great and noble Elf. If you don't mind me, I'll talk to the ones more befitting my station." Fosco wanders off in search of kiddos.
Fosco finds some little boys playing marbles. "I've seen a three headed puppy. What have you seen?
The halfling looks downcast at Asami's censure. "My apologies, milady. I was unsure of how to approach it. If I must say so, handling the situation with confidence is better than any solution I'd devise." At the temple, Fosco looks just as comfortable as he did standing atop the pentacle at the Paracountess' place. Being familiar with both ends of the spectrum had it's benefits. But as others should take the rightful lead, he waited until they spoke before acknowledging his agreement to take and weigh the situation for the regal lady.
Fosco makes ready to go, seeing the tremendous puzzle solving exploits of the heroes around him and while waiting for the door to open, he notices something out of the corner of his eye that makes him speechless. Wide eyes glance up at her as he wonders what to do or say in this situation. Palace life had left him unprepared for such a thing.
Fosco shakes his head at the insolence of the creature. "It's too bad it had to come to this." he speaks mournfully. Canting some arcane words, he causes another portal to appear on the floor but instead of the infernal creature that came through before, comes a silver falcon with a halo over it's head and a holy fire in it's eyes. Seeing the imp and recognizing it as a hated foe, it lets out a shriek of celestial rage.
Noting the identification by the noblility, Fosco attempted to hold out his arms to his compatriots in a gesture of peace. "Hold on there friend. I too have been pressed into service along with my kin. But it does not help your plight to make a move before you have the power to carry it out." He sets down his staff and stepped forward with his hands empty toward the area where the things flew from. "It does you no good to throw such a tantrum. You're acting like some kind of fey with your emotional outbursts and silly games. Where is your patience? Now is not the time for your ascendance. Just because you have access to that container doesn't mean you have the means to open it. If your gamble is wrong, is it worth throwing away all you've earned? Try to calm down and think through this rationally."
Fosco gasps slightly as the rats descend upon them and makes preparations to fight. He grips his staff and looks a little worried before calling forth words of greater power than before, Fosco utters the black speech of the nine hells and a small firey gate appears on the floor out of which rises an infernal bird of prey with horns and scales as well as the normal feathers. The creature maneuvers and attacks with it's natural weapons, tearing into the target like it were it's natural prey, which it almost was.
Fosco, realizing that the door is locked, took another look around. It was really shabby. Perhaps there was a way inside. He was pretty small, and so really only a small hole or a loose plank would be necessary to get his little self inside. He keeps his voice down as he addresses his compatriots. "If there's a little spot I could squeeze through, maybe we could get me inside and I could unlock it from there."
Fosco is less interested in skulkers and more interested in whether or not this pier would hold up the combined weight of his party. Something with this kind of disrepair would only get someone hurt.
But it seems fine to him, so he tromps out happily to take a look for someone's misplaced goods. Hopefully it would go quite smoothly for them.
Fosco found himself bowing and leaving only to find he was the only one in the street. He faintly heard conversation coming from inside, it didn't sound heated, so he expected people to be exiting shortly. In some respects it was easier to be such a small person as he could make a hasty exit. On the other hand it was a problem because if Keera didn't remember him being there, the favor returned later could have difficulty being collected.
After peering around him for vermin in a slightly nervous way, Fosco realizes that he meant to insult his fellows. Not completely understanding all of it, the halfling bows his head in a humble gesture toward the aristocratic elf. "Oh, I fully acknowledge my inferiority. I am but a humble servant sent to do the bidding of my master. Because the master has perceived there to be talent in me and sent me here to accomplish his will. I am Fosco, Fosco Whetherbe at your service." He gave a slight deepening of his bow. When given the information and order of errands, he looks slightly confused. Not only is he slightly unfamiliar with the city, but really doesn't know where to begin. "I have no opinion on the order of these particular events, but I am impressed with the importance of tackling them in the correct fashion. If you feel you have a grasp of the geography, let's use that to our advantage."
The little white haired halfling stood in the back, seemingly unnoticed. He liked it that way as a general rule, but it was probably good that the others knew he was there and coming along with the group. "Errands are a good chance to make new friends. The more friends one has, the more influence one has. I for one am looking forward to the opportunities hidden within our envelope. His keen brown eyes hid intelligence as well as prudence and he drank in the situation like it was a Ulfen Mead at the end of a rowing day. This was an interesting group, but could he trust them with his life? He may have to regardless of what he thought. At least the elf was from Cheliax. It felt good to have someone from a familiar place.
Checking in, halfling summoner ready for anything. Short, cute, quite and polite, this halfling is dressed in red and black and keep his chin down, often only looking at people through his eyebrows. He keeps his eidolon unsummoned and his infernal powers hidden unless he's specifically asked or the direst need is upon them. Thanks for the opportunity, look forward to playing with everyone.
The halfling starts his movement across the room, kind of amazed at Nester's miraculous recovery. Something doesn't quite seem right about it, and he looks at him incredulously. It also seems strange about the aquarium. Fosco hoped they would at least be able to defeat their assailants, then they could deal with Nester afterwards.
Fosco hears the glass shatter and instinctively closes his eyes at the bright flash that comes soon after. Obviously they stacked the odds in their favor by making the bartender on their side. Fosco was ready for action. He began summoning in some infernal creature to defeat the offending spell caster.
Fosco was decent with people but he really wasn't a big fan of artifacts so he made room at the table for others. He did sit nearby and was enjoying some wine. The small halfling didn't imbibe too much though, there were likely some Aspis agents that would still like to see this not go down. If they didn't catch them in the harbor, they might try to interrupt this sale. He kept his eyes and ears out for suspicious activity. He wished that Splax could be with them, but decided he would arouse too much suspicion. Cerberus' tended to do that kind of thing.
"You are so very gracious. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts. If we can be of some use during the journey, just allow us to do whatever we can to help. We will come bright and early so that you shouldn't have to wait for us one minute." Fosco is genuinely happy they have received such a welcome from the lass, and is glad to be of service. He will continue treating her very cordially throughout their trip.
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