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There's this one (check the profile), from a pbp that's still on-going (though without me- I had to drop several years ago). Awesome game and game- master.

Towards the end of 2nd Ed., I had a character named Bili Proudfoot.
He was a fighter/thief, built with kits to approximate a ranger.

His story ran that he was the last survivor of a family of traveling bards/merchants/tinkers who were murdered by brigands.
He escaped and eventually poisoned the thiefs' stew.

He joined an existing group as a depressed, shaven-headed killer.
They became his new family, cheering him up, though he kept the shaved head (and feet) to remember his family.

I don't remember if he was any use in combat, but he never met a magic item he didn't like.
His favorites were the amulet that let you talk to horses, troll coins (instant troll, just add water) (uncontrolled of course), and a magic dagger that turned anything you killed into a giant frog, under your control.
One custom saddle later, he had a mount.
He went through several frogs, having to leave some in dungeons they couldn't get out of and he still feels a little guilty about the frogs he sold to the followers of Wastri the Hopping Prophet (god of human supremacy and amphibians), but he needed the money to buy the theatre he lived in (while training between adventures) in Grayhawk.

I obviously need a name.

All the cool halflings are part of the Proudfoot clan. Unless you're a Robbit- then it's Proudtalon.

The large Rorc turns and starts a bit.

"As I live and breathe, a Robbit!" The large rorc chuckles. Greep can hear the accents of a deep desert raider in his speech.

The rorc isn't as fierce as some that Greep has met before. This one smiles, exposing his polished tusks inlaid with a scrimshaw depiction of the Ancestor

"I haven't seen someone from Rearth for many a long cycle."

The large rorc sticks out a large scaly paw.

"I'm Saurak."

"And I am Theriopodid, of the Proudtalon kinship." -greep- "Called 'Greep'."

"Have you been in the city long?"

-greeep-

give harness a quick polish while waiting to leave

tries alternate color scheme (perhaps silver with black shadowing would be more impressive?)

"I will go."

-greep-

Looks dubious

"I agree with Lady Merle." -greep- "I'm not sure I'm bodyguard material. But it does sound interesting."

-greeP-

"What should I wear?" -greep- "Something that brings out my scales?"

Uses cantrip to give himself iridescent blue coloring with black trim, in a 'tribal' pattern, as he strips down to just equiptment and boots.

Greep comes to alert, assuming his 'report mode'

"We spoke with Wightscale." -greep- "He said:"

"I figure tomorrow mid Before Peak we meet at the New Market by Ironshot Road. I usually dont like working in light times, but needs must and the gobbos like it less than I does.

I can brings in about a dozen biters, an' we can start a distraction an' run for the warehouse. Once we jump color we finds where the gobbos are kipping out, me an' the boys keep 'em busy with a little frontal assualt an' your lot gets inside an' causes a ruckus. "

"I'm assumin' they have a stockade or summat, so yeh'll need to get it open from the inside, then we gots them licked."

-GREEP- G. needed a big one since he couldn't greep while quoting

"Has Merle been briefed on this case?" -greep- "I could go over it with her while the others are out tonight, if you prefer."

The boiled pillbugs do indeed taste like something, a spicy version of lobster like Karrin had tried with Toreen. There is a lot more flesh than the lobsters had, and it's easier to get out, which makes Karrin very happy.

And Greep, too- they're tasty. But he only sips from the whiskey, while he allows Karrin and Eir to direct the conversation with Wightscale.

Percep +7(+9 listen)1d20+7=15

puts himself at attention in his chair to report

"Ffethpaar and I went to the Scaly district to check on disappearances." -greep- "We found a kobold tout named Gemerik, who introduced us to Wightscale at a tavern called the Scaly Claw. Wightscale was accompanied by a lizardman (Sallistith) and some sort of dinosaur folk (Sherekak). Wightscale is a small bluish-white kobold, who runs the local Street Guild."

-greep-

"After didmissing Gemerik, he offered to trade info on the disapperances." -greep- "He has had kolbolds go missing from the area near the Broken Claw enclave, starting about 3 months ago. I suggested the Claw was using the missing to mine salt. When he asked if I knew how to get to his people, I informed him we knew to loacation of the first portal and its key."

-greep-

"I explained our interest by saying we had a personal conflict with the Claw at a bar and wanted to make sure they cdidn't come after us for it." -greep- "He offered to combine forces with us to deal with the goblins and I tried to sweeten the deal by mentioning the profits the Claw has been making and that we could both acquire some of those profits. He was leary of working with outsiders, so I gave him my name but nothing else."

-greep-

"We have a meet with him at the Scaly Claw tavern at third hour Antipeak." -greep- "My understanding was that if it goes well, we will plan a joint move against the Claw. That's why I wanted to acquire the gear from Melchion quickly."

-greep-

relaxes posture after completing report

"Haven't been briefed. But please keep the brief brief, Greep."

<Pushes the bottle of vodka toward Greep, lifts her glass.>

"Looks like water to me. To Ffethpaar."

accepts bottle, pours for others

"To Ffethpaar."
-greep-

I'll get briefing up soonest- must run for now. Will be able to post after work. (1am or so east coast time)
BTW, Kruelaid how's the new job going?

Greep sits with Eir, to go over conversation he had with Wightscale I've forgotten- who has been briefed on this?

"Just some water for me, thanks"

-greep-

knock yerself out.

Alrighty then. (for wands, I picked the spell, then rolled randomly for number of charges, then decided whether to get the wand; then repeated on the next spell)

Items:

"The best bit is I can probably get yeh close to 4,000 Ladies on the armor, so excludin' me fee, yeh'd be gettin' 3,850 when it sells. I can offer yeh a bit up front as good faith jink if yeh needs a bit now, say, 2,000 Ladies? I can do either gems or a letter of credit with the Temple of Boccob."

"Perhaps we can take part of the 'good faith' in goods." -greep- "The reason we are in such a rush is that we are planing a journey and wished to pick up some items. Perhaps some scrolls of 'Obscuring Mist' or such. And do you have any wands in stock? Even ones with low charges."

-grEEEp-

Greep looks rather eager when he mentions wands (as in 'Ooo, Shiny')

"Oh, and does the Orb have an activation word as well," -greep- "or is it always on or activated by need? Should we be aware of a duration?"

-gre'ickp- (sorry- he hick-upped)

I don't have the book to check on the item descriptions.

It sounds like a fair deal unless Eir decides to keep the armor. Eir?

Actually I thought Eir might want the mithral armor. Just to wear to the next temple 'social' event. I hear mithral is the new black.

Slippery slope indeed. I've seen druids use the 'equipment melds' argument to justify stashing everything from personal gear while traveling to a lit torch. The usual interpetation I've seen is worn gear only, only to light incumberence, and no major amounts of metal (for the druid).
I did get a fun visual from this line under the polymorph description:
'If your new form does not cause your equiptment to meld into your form, the equiptment resizes to match your new size.' It's intended to let you use your gear in an appropriate form, but I saw kitty wearing a backpack (and boots) for a second.

Just a question. Where does Swift's gear go when she shifts to Backy? And could the backpack go there? If it works like a druid's wildshape, which works like the Beast Shape spell, it is a polymorph effect. The polymorph explanation states 'When you cast a polymorph spell that changes you into a creature of the animal, etc. type, all your gear melds into your body.' Whether she'd have to be wearing the backpack would be up to Dungeon Monkey.

did i just channel Seeker?

The List:
A ring with a large black opal stone encased in a basket weave of gold wires. (On Duuvarg's finger)
A palm-sized crystal orb that slowly changes colors between red, blue, white and brown. (In Duuvarg's beltpouch)
A set of full plate mail that can fit any medium creature. Made of mithril.(On Duuvarg's body) This will take time to get off him, as if removing plate with assistance
3 blue potions, each bears the same label in Common: Wooly Cupgrass’ Philter of Health Improvement. Cures what ails you.(Duuvarg, Horv, Sargak)
A bilious green potion without label.(Duuvarg)

After the axe, the ring and the orb and the armor seem most likely to be useful. I'm not sure I want to try goblin potions, so maybe Melchion will take them in trade (opinions?)

Greep quietly spreads out the items on the counter. He wonders if Hanali would kill him if he got Karrin a shrunken head that matched her new outfit. He decides not to risk it.

The List:
A ring with a large black opal stone encased in a basket weave of gold wires. (On Duuvarg's finger)
A palm-sized crystal orb that slowly changes colors between red, blue, white and brown. (In Duuvarg's beltpouch)
A set of full plate mail that can fit any medium creature. Made of mithril.(On Duuvarg's body) This will take time to get off him, as if removing plate with assistance
3 blue potions, each bears the same label in Common: Wooly Cupgrass’ Philter of Health Improvement. Cures what ails you.(Duuvarg, Horv, Sargak)
A bilious green potion without label.(Duuvarg)
2 necklaces in silver with a banded agate set in a silver mounting.(Horv & Sargak)
A rusty horseshoe, a white marble, a banded agate and a brass key. (All in one of Duuvarg's beltpouches)

I just cracked open my Beta (first time, it came in while I was at work last night) and discovered Appraise is used to Identify magic items. It is used in conjunction with Detect Magic or Identify (which gives a +10 bonus to the check). The DC is 15 + the item's caster level. Attempting to discover the powers of an item takes only 3 rounds. Since I don't have appraise, It's off to see Melchion.

Unless these items are in Zigel's room- I don't mind going in to check if he's there and OK, but I don't want to start searching the place, looking for loot.
If someone will help me carry stuff (if it's available) we can take it and the armor to Melchion's for Appraisal. And maybe buy some stuff.

Looks like we should take the first two with us to see Melchion. He may be able to give us a clue as to what they are.
How do we Identify in Pathfinder? I remember there was a change from 3.5, but not what it was.

Hey, is Broadfoot an offshoot of the Proudfoot (Proudfeet!) Clan like Greep?

Greep still has the 100 gp (in platinum Merts) that Renkar gave him for the last recon. Melchion may take that as a down payment.

anyone want anything special? I'm mostly interested in buff spells for the group, the fog we mentioned earlier, and low-charges wands to fuel my blasting.
I'd rather not raid anyone's room looking for cash, but Karrin did say something about money and armor in her room.

"But back to the plan for this day." -greep- "We are scheduled to meet with Wightscale and his followers. I believe he plans to act against the Broken Claw immediately. Our challenge is to have his actions conform to our needs. He wishes to end the loss of those who are under his protection, free any of his folk who are captive, and to gain access to some of the profits of the Claw."

-grEep-

"We need to end the salt trade the gobbos have started." -greep- "I agree with releasing the enslaved miners, but am not as concerned with the theft of Claw monies. Speaking of monies, I think now would be the time to spend the gold we ended up with after the bar fight. Using it to purchase goods to use against the slavers would help to justify its theft."

-greeEP-

"And since Swift and Zigel may not return before we must leave for the meet, we may need the edge a few wands or scrolls would give us." -greep- "Do we have time to check the goods at Melchion's?"

-GreeP-

Karrin Kind wrote:

"I'm not sure I want someone who attracted to that sort of thing . . ."

"That's also the fatal irony of sex appeal."

"That's one thing The Ancestor got right when he changed my people." -greep- "We don't have to worry about all that stuff. We stay as neuters until late in our lives. Even then, it's the Elder's choice as to who becomes active as males or females. We don't don't have sexual attraction getting the way of day-to-day actions until we have time to concentrate on just mating and breeding. And the group marriages mean we can still share in the child raising, as Aunts and Uncles."

-GREEP-

"Of course, we've become warm-blooded humanoids with a reptilian appearence who dye themselves different colors to create new ways to declare ourselves individuals, so as a race, we're still going to off the bastard as soon as we find him." -greep- "Ancestor willing."

"We had much success in Sliss." -greep- "We have found a local enforcer who has worries about missing neighbors. Evidently, certain Kobolds have disappeared in the New Market area. As a Kobold himself, this Wightscale wants to correct the problem. He wants to meet with our group to plan a move for tonite."

-greEP-

"I attempted to give him the impression we have offended the Broken Claw during a breakfast meeting." -greep- "And that we wish to deal with them before they deal with us. I did mention that they have been selling quite a bit of salt, so it is possible they are holding some amount of wealth. That didn't hurt his interest."

-GREep-

"He doesn't have any name but mine, so he is eager to meet our side and make final discussions." -greep- "Does this sound acceptable?"

-grEEp-

Coo! what a lot we found out while I was gallivanting about playing Blackbeard yesterday!

Ren faire, theatrical event, or live action roleplay?
(I had a friend who worked a summer tourist show of Blackbeard as his first job after college.)

But will Karrin have time to learn to curtsy?

greep tries to remember if there was anything useful in the bar loot (other than gate keys)

Greep nods his understanding. He and Ffethpaar make their exit.

Unless Ffeth wants to do something else, it's off to gather the troops. Do we stand a chance of catching up to them in time? I've lost track of when everyone else is.

"If I can't get them together by then, I'll be here to explain why."

-Greep-

offers handshake to seal the plan (Not the punch knife hand)

"My name is Theriopodid Proudtalon, called" -greep-. "My name is my own to share but my partners' names belong to them."

-grEep-

"We want to know more of these Gobbos. Their antics have annoyed a friend of mine, and she might of started something between the Claw and us the other day over breakfast." -greep- "Are you interested in meeting my partners and perhaps working together? If their tribe has been selling as much many wagons of salt as I've heard about, there could be a profit in clearing up our different concerns."

-grreep-

"Perhaps I should bring my other partners into our discussion. Shall we arrange to meet again?"

Wightscale leans back, steepling his stubby clawed fingers.

"I also heard they're havin' a little famliy quarrel over there right now. You happen to know how I can gets to their salt mine from here?"

"I have a firm idea of the first portal and its key." -greep- "I was thinking of taking a look, but there's quite a few of the Claw tribe in the area. And the only thing I know about the other side is its in the mountains of the Outlands."

-greep-

"I also know it's good to have friends when you go investigating." -greep- "Have you heard of the Broken Claw having any friends in particular? They've done pretty well for themselves for a group without local backing."

"The tribe is called the Broken Claw."

-grreep-

I can't believe I couldn't remember the tribe's name and had to look it up in an old post. My mind must be going. Perhaps it's a Chelish plot.

"Have you heard of anything strange about them?"

-greep-

"I'm not saying anything for certain." -greep- "But there's a goblin tribe in that area that's rather more organized than the common run of Gobbos. And they're importing salt. My inquiries have said very pure salt from the Plane. But they haven't been showing the effects of mining."

-grreep-

"It was one of their warriors I overheard talking about Scaly slaves doing the work." -greep- "Whether there's any connection to your missing neighbors is something I don't know. The coincidence does make me concerned."

Wightscale leans towards Greep, his pink eyes hardening.

"If yeh gots a name fer me, I would be very happy."

"All I've got is a guess." -greep- "Say, do you keep track of the folks down the way? I heard of a riot there the other morning."

Wightscale nods

"The New Market. Ironshot Road is nearby. You have a line on who's been nicking my neighbors?"

"Could be. The area fits. When did you start missing neighbors?"

-greep-

Greep idly traces a shape on the table while he sips the liqueur. A shape that could be a claw or talon, finishing by slashing across it with a jagged line.

edited to add the croak

"Would that be the market near Ironshot Road?"

-greep-

I has a proposition for yeh. We trade darks and see where it gets us

"Since we came to you, we will start." -greep- "During a recent survailence, I overheard two sentries talking. One said, 'We're gonna need more scaly slaves if we're gonna expand.'"

-greep-

"We're not interested in slavers specificly." -greep- "More about tales of missing 'Scalys'. Can your friend help with that?"

-gRRReep-

Greep and Ffethpaar walk the streets of Sliss, making discrete inquiries about anyone who could give them information. They are rewarded right away with a local tout, who introduces himself as Gemerik Drakeblood.

Gemerik is a Kobold, but looks to be a friendly sort of cutter, and he speaks Common like a native.

"I'm a true Cager, me fine Primes. Born an' raised in the Lady's bosom yeh might say." He says with a wink.

Gemerik falls in with the two adventurers.

"Now what can I do for such fine folks as yerselfs? I can getcher some lodgings if that's what yer after. I knows a few taverns what cater to the tastes of us scaly folk. I can even point yeh in the right direction should yeh be looking for some female company."

Gemerik looks left and right theatrically

"I also knows where yeh can goes should yeh be needin' summat not on the Guvner's List, if yeh ken what I'm rattlin' at yeh."

"Well Gemerik, We are most interested in local happenings." -greep- "Both Ffethpaar and I are concerned about some romours we have heard concerning slavers. Where should we go to learn the truth behind the tales?"

-GrEEp-

Dipolmacy +8 / Sense Motive +8
1d20+8=22, 1d20+8=16

The two exit the Grinning Slaad after a few more minutes of idle chatter with Laralie. Heading back Spikewards to the Central District, they arrive once again in the Saurocentric district of Sliss.

What would you two like to do here?

Greep wants to look for some sort of community leader. Perhaps a cleric or a mayor or local gang or perhaps a thieves' guild. Someone with the interests of the locals in mind. How to find such a person? Check local news boards, temples, look for gang signs, or for a prosperous business front. Find a tout for local knowledge.

Gather information is now under diplomacy, so diplomacy check (+8) results in 1d20+8=14 . Meh, mediocre roll, but perhaps with Ffethpaar's help, and the fact he is an actual Lizardfolk (greep is a Robbit, which I'm guessing is unusual, and colors himself blue to boot), it twill do.

Greep joins the others in enjoying the juice, and listens with interest to the conversation.

The publican grunts and looks expectantly at Ffethpaar.

"It seems I might have heard that name once or twice. Me brain box ain't as good at keepin' all the darks straight as I might like though. Hmm.."

The barkeep looks at Ffethpaar again.

"I heard a sage explain once that holding a coin while concentrating can actually improve your memory."

-greep-

hands gold coin to publican

"Does it work for you?"

-greep-

You can do either, they aren't time sensitive. I just wrote you were headed for the Central District. The Swordhold District is adjacent to it Downwards.

"Lead on friend Ffethpaar." -greep- "Your task comes first."

Renkar gives Ffethpaar and Greep a few coins as well 100 GP in platinum Merts and sends them on their way to the neighborhood of Sliss.

Did we need to do Ffeth.'s errand first?

Perhaps you could check out this neigborhood with Ffethpaar. It is also near the Swordhold District Ffeth.

"Sounds good." -greep- "I'll check out some funds from petty cash for emergencies. Then we can run Ffethpar's errand before heading to see what we can learn."

-GREEP-

"Do we want to plan some magical backup as well?" -greep- "As I said, I won't be able to pull that casting off again."

-GReep-

Not that I want to encourage looting bars, but what did we acquire from the gobbos that we can use against them other than K's axe? Maybe spend some loot on scrolls?

"Any ideas on what we should do to accomplish this?"

"Two ideas come to mind." -greep- "First, I noticed the fog there in the early morning hours is quite dense. That would be a good time to approach, especially if the fog is increased by magic. Though that is a spell I do not know."

-greep-

"Also, I wonder if the Claw using 'Scaly' captives to do the mining has anything to do with the Saurian neighborhood being just the other side of the warehouse" -greep- "If there is a connection, perhaps we could find some allies to distract the gobbo guards while we enter the warehouse."

-greep-

"What is our strategy once we use the gate?" -greep- "From Swift, we know the gobbos do not camp near to the gate's exit on the Outlands. She noted several hours between the wagon leaving and returning."

-greep-

"Good morning, Karrin. Sleep well?" -greep- "Good morning, Ramona. How is everyone this fine morning?"

PANCAKES!

Greep you wanted to visit Lizzieville in the morning, correct?

Yep