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Hearing the other acolytes awaken, Gregor drinks a Potion of Enlarge Person. "Guess we're doin' this the hard way." If there's time, he will gag and tie up the unconscious acolytes.
Gregor follows up to try and smack the waking acolyte.
CdG doesn't say one way or the other. I could see it both ways.
"For all we know, the mayor's full o' crap and these guys are just not too hospitable worshippers." Gregor shrugs, not entirely believing it. But nonlethal force was an option.
"I can always hit them in the noggin'--they'll have a bad headache." He taps the flat of his fauchard as he says this.
Hey folks, I've come to the conclusion that I want to wind down my PbP games. I've done PbPs for a long time and enjoyed them, but I've been struggling with checking in regularly. Hoping we can conclude the end of this little temple exploration, and then Gregor can call it quits.
Gregor is surprised to see the disordered leather chest. "What's goin' on here? Did someone rob this place?"
"So you're tellin' me this place is extra fishy?" Letting that sink in for a moment, Gregor listens at the next door.
Gregor braces himself for combat as he opens the door. Instead of an obvious threat, he finds a strange sea creature altar and sniffs rotting fish. "This place is putrid--do they leave fish offerings here?" It was not particularly suspicious. He enters and looks around the room.
Gregor lets Niculaie and Vivian do their scouting and report back. When it's confirmed that they hear nothing behind one of the doors , he encourages the party to gather there. And then he opens the door!
Gregor is keeping his shoes on unless taking them off somehow helps him be quieter--he doesn't respect the temple's worshippers after their quick eviction, and it bleeds over. Arriving at the two sleeping cultists, Gregor sees if there was any way to avoid that room; otherwise, it seemed like time to tiptoe through it.
"Hmph, these folk have been suspicious enough already. I wouldn't mind bonking a few of their heads to find out the truth about this place." Their initial encounter with the acolytes had clearly rubbed Gregor the wrong way.
"Be quick about it. We got ourselves enough attention already." Gregor watches warily as Pontia uses her magics.
booting or boting? Funny enough, I read this as "booing," which I totally understand. Getting back into it now!
Hi folks, my theory that things would be better in a week was too optimistic. I suspect work is going to keep me from posting for the next couple of months, with late September being the time where I can jump back in. I have a September 21 deadline I'm facing, and there may be spillover / I'll need to recover. I'm really sorry for the trouble. I will roll with whatever solution makes sense to you. Happy to have my character botted or have my character or just step away from the action temporarily. If you prefer to move on entirely, I'm okay with that too; I don't want to sap the momentum of any of my games.
Sorry for the prolonged absence. I need another week or so to power through a busy and stressful time. Please bot me as needed.
"Enough--we're obviously not wanted here." He gestures to his friends to leave, and will do the same if they move toward the exit.
Gregor tries not to inflame the situation further, though he hopes that some of his friends' strategies work out.
Gregor is surprised as he realizes the wall he's looking at is a secret door. This wasn't the time to open it, but later?
Gregor follows along, entering into the Vestibule. "We supposed to take off our shoes here?" he asks, uncertainly. He looks for someone who might be able to tell them the proper custom, or any other clue. If he's still not sure, he decides to take off his shoes to follow what others have done.
After anyone asks their questions and the mayor leaves, Gregor joins in the plotting. "I say we pay our respects in the Hall in the daytime, then figure out how we want to break in at night. Wouldn't have thought anything about a church of Gozreh in a sea town. I bet it's the most interesting tourist attraction in Ilmarsh."
Gregor nods as the full truth spills out of the mayor. He wonders for a moment if he would feel better spilling some of his truths. But he'd lived long enough hiding his own secrets, his own freakish body, that confessing the truth would not be so easy. "Thank you for trusting us, Mayor. Maybe our quests are related. Maybe not. If the Order is really behind over a dozen people disappearing, we'll root it out."
"Gozreh? Seems like a fine god to worship. Anything else happen in the last few weeks that seemed out of the ordinary?"
Glad to hear the positive news. Hope your father continues to improve.
Gregor wonders what might be behind the mayor's troubled demeanor. Though he's glad that the mayor seems to be getting along well enough with the party.
"We were rescuing one of your citizens from drowning themselves in a storm," responds Gregor. "Horace Croon. Strange fellow." Takes one to know one, he thinks, considering his own identity.
Gregor starts trying to figure out where people might stable their horses in this town. He's curious about pale horses matching the description of their quarry.
Gregor feels extremely disappointed at this town and his decision to go to it. "Might want to keep watch overnight, just in case. We can start askin' around about the riders in the morning."
"Your ale tastes pretty much like your fish stew!" complains Gregor. He sighs and drinks it anyway. He was hungry enough to make it work.
The smell of fish indoors does not exactly inspire confidence, but options sure seemed limited. "Real question is, do you have ale? If so, I'll take it with your fish stew!"
Gregor nods in agreement. "May as well try the local fare while we're here." He leads the way toward the town square and decrepit inn, keeping an eye out for the reaction of locals.
Gregor looks to be more indifferent than caring about Horace and his inventions. He is troubled by the chained, half-starved man, though. "What was his crime that he's now bound to await being frozen to death?"
Are you a lawyer? You have my condolences.
Gregor nods. "Ale goes with just about anything if you ask me, including fish. Maybe we could travel together to Illmarsh, then? Unless you'd rather go on your own, it's fine either way." Gregor wants to be helpful, but isn't going to push the issue with the paranoid inventor.
Gregor shrugs and steps aside as the inventor handles the tarp himself. "Whatever your invention is, I bet it's clever enough that average folk like us wouldn't understand it just by seeing it," he offers. He nods in agreement with the inventor's last question. "Yes, to Illmarsh. Is that where you're returning also?"
Gregor approaches and silently offers to help with the tarps. His desire to help is genuine and he doesn't really care what this invention might be.
With Vivian's sage advice, Gregor brings the ship back to the dock. He ties the boat up tightly. "Maybe just too stormy," he offers. "But I'm no alchemist."
I'm entering a busy period at work that may keep me tied up until February 12 (Super Bowl Sunday). I'll still try to check in and post, but I can't guarantee I'll make a consistent appearance. Please feel free to bot me.
"We're here to help, sir!" announces the powerful man as he takes a hold of the tiller from the man they were rescuing.
Gregor looks out over the water uneasily, worried about the safety of the man out there alone on the water. "I think he could use our help," he says, wondering if he was strong enough to swim out there even in his heavy armor.
"Thank you, all. When I travel on my own, I'm prone to wander off course, but my path is set straight when I follow you.". Gregor then gestures toward the fleeing brigands. "And hopefully we won't have more of those pestering us, now that we're in greater numbers." "Have you learned more of the plans of the Whispering Way?" Gregor talks over the last days that he's missed to understand their current mission.
Gregor brightens as Vivian too looks on him favorably. "I'll buy a round of their finest Ustalav wine," he insists. "Where do your travels take you? I hope it will mean we can escort this ox-cart a bit longer." He nods his head toward the mother and son.
I see in gameplay now that Desna gave us a boon and Gregor got +1 Charisma, so incorporated that into the character.
The towering man with an unusually thin waist spins around with his wicked polearm to see some familiar friends approaching. He returns Pontia's smile with a nod, and looks to the others. "Desna blesses me. I regretted leaving you so suddenly--I thought I'd put my desire for vengeance behind me, but for a time it led me astray. Yet we cross paths again. Will you have me again?"
I don't technically have a character present, but am happy to go with the teleport plan to see if anything happens.
Really sorry to hear that, Sophie--hoping for a swift recovery. Checking in here with Gregor. I prefer to delay his return slightly to avoid the stunning coincidence of Gregor returning immediately upon Varian's departure. @DM RichD, if there's anything you prefer Gregor to do (or not do), just let me know. Otherwise, it sounds like time will pass as the party executes its plans.
Okay, here is the Level 9 update to Gregor Corrections?
Level 9 increase:
Sorry for the distracting sideshow. Looking forward to playing under GM RichD! |