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Move action: Inspire Courage
To hit Touch AC:
Sonic Damage:
SA: Weird Words To hit Touch AC:
Sonic Damage:
Attack Rolls, Touch AC:
Resolve clockwise from the top, Ignoring the big one Damage:
Sonic Damage If targets are dead
If all targets still breathe: Rinse and repeat, Standard action Weird Words Resolve clockwise from the top send any excess attacks to the big one Sonic Damage
...sigh, I am not mad at you for refusing my fight, and I would like to kill something now to vent frustration. Acceptable?
To Myali, Ian says Good morning dear. Did you sleep well? I know I was alittle sore from the fight, but I doubt that was a problem for you. his speech doesn't hold any acidic anger, resentment, or disdain. It is more like a calm and luxuriating disappointment.
Hey Spear-Head, you forgot something.Ian uses Mage Hand to send the helmet to Tiberius and returns to packing his own tent.
If not Shaken:
Ian lowers his Spyglass, looking a little...perhaps excited is the word? His eyes gleam, the fur at the nape of his neck is ruffed up and his ears perk forward. The ship is frozen. Everyone on the ship is an icy statue. Its horrible, its terrible, its amazing! If Shaken:
Ian lowers his spyglass, visibly shaken. He seems to shiver a little, his eyes gleaming and his jaw set in a near snarl. They are frozen solid. There is something nasty around here.
To the deck he shouts That other ship is frozen solid. Everyone on board looks like they were caught unawares and turned to ice sculptures before they knew what the f*ck happened.
As he peers down his spyglass, Ian says to Tiberius If you must know, it would take alittle over a ton to slow my step, and I could dead lift about twice that. I could legitimately carry you on my shoulders, with your gear and mine, and move at a dead sprint.
Ian looks at Vi and says Well, I will just fly a bit higher and take a better look. Not like it matters who's right
Ian mounts his griffon. At Vi's comment, Ian sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.So Vi, your reasoning that it could not possibly be pirates, who are known to be liars, thieves, and merciless killers, is that if they were liars, thieves, and merciless killers, they would fly a big noticeable flag that announces them to be liars, thieves, and merciless killers? Your belief is that instead of, say, flying a false flag that the average person would not be perceptive enough to notice, they would fly a flag that announced, to anyone who looked, that they were liars, thieves, and merciless killers? Did I mention liars?
In Draconic: We have trouble coming. Ness, warn Nito and Tiberius, tell them to prepare for a fight on deck, then come back to me. You can ride my shoulder or stay in your bag, but I want you to stick with me. To Lot, still in draconic, he says Lot, the ship flies a 500 year old flag. They may be ghosts, they may be pirates, but we definitely have trouble. To Myali, in elven, he says Dear, go warn the captain of the ships flag. Be discreet. Speak outside of common if possible, and whisper. We don't want the crew to know unless the captain decides. Ian also warns Vi
Ian whistles for Ahkram, his griffon, and calls Nessie from below ship.
To the Kobold, Ian translates The ship flies an old, out of date flag. Those whistles are ship-to-ship signaling, and the other ship doees not respond. The captain is playing it cautious and won't fire first. Get ready for some work.
Ian shouts in the voice of one of the crewmen, trying to get the captains attention Cap'n, we got company off the starboard bow!
Well, I could just ride Akhram over the ship on a fly-by, and I am sure the wizard could use some sort of sorcery to fly there on his own.
Ian wraps his arms around Myali while he awaits the captains reply.
To Myali: No it would not be wrong, dear. I despise this weather as well, but at least we are finally nearing the excitement! Ian's pale green cat-eyes gleam at the prospect of the upcoming events To the Cap'n: Hey Cap, looks like one of those ships is not as picked clean as the rest. What o you think?
Nights are spent providing a different form of 'entertainment', for Myali only. And yes, Nessie is ejected from the room during these... 'private shows'
Nessie snaps the fish up eagerly. Then, very somberly pats the kobold and says Thank you dragonling. before returning to her new buddy the hyena.
The dragon ponders for a moment and smiles.
Ok...then I would like you to get me another fish, dragonling.
Nessie perks her head up at the kobolds question and says Who are you? Ian is too busy fondling Myali to notice.
Elven That would be lovely dear. And I am sure it would give you piece of mind if I was not sleeping in the same building as my girls. Draconic Ness, no. That is not ours. I will get you something of your own. Common Excuse me miss, would you mind bringing me some grilled tilapia?
Respondes in Elven:Of course dear, I have just finished some critical business, so I am definitely free for a bit.
Well, dear, this jumpy fellow is Tiberius. And this woman here by the table is going to take drink orders. Your choice? Ian slides back his chair and pats his leg, offering Myali a seat.
Ian smiles predatorily, stalking up to the table. Why, if it isn't my jumpy acquaintance from the mage's college. I see you have met Vi. Ian sits down at the table, signalling for a barmaid.
Ian pockets the gems, and thanks the Mage. Ian immediatly calls the Accuser. I was visited today by a soldier with a strange jumping capability. He wore scale armor and a dragon cloak, and wielded a spear. I want to know anything you can find out about him by tomorrow noon. Ian leaves the devil to his job, attempting to find Vi and thank her for her help.
Alittle taken aback by the new name, Ian's eyes widen, ears perked and tail frozen in its flicking motion. His fur settles quickly. You are surely a credit to your kind if you can name my strange and alien race. I wish to offer you that which I offered the Kyton, a position at my side, the one much more suited to your talents. I wish you to act as an information gatherer, spy, such and the like. I am in need of much information about people in the town, and all the information gathered is freely yours to share at the end of your service to me.
Ian's eyes gleam in the low light of the woods, tail flicking lightly side to side like a pleased cat.I will not waste your time with flowered niceties of mortal speech. I wish to offer you a position of torture and murder on the material plane. I will soon be in need of a symbol of fear and power, such as yourself. I wish you to serve me as a bruiser, striking fear into mortal hearts, rending flesh and blood from their bodies, however only those whom I command. And they will soon be many.
Alright, I will return shortly.
Ian finds Vi without much effort, and entreats her to help him acquire the 1000gp gem at an increased discount, spending only 630gp himself.
I apologize, but one cannot be too careful in my line of work. I require the calling and binding of two Devils: an Accuser and a Kyton Evangelist. I intend to offer one a position of intrigue, and the other a position through which it can harms others, and possibly kill. This should cover any offerings for the creatures, but I need your power to call and hold them so that I may offer in the first place.
Ian eyes the man curiously. The master of hell has eyes and ears everywhere. Such as through his servants
I would like to tell you, but what I want must not reach any others, whether they be of this plane or another.
Before I begin, is this room secured? Ian looks around the room for signs that anyone might be listening.
Is it common to give lists of materials, when I have yet to tell you what I wish to be called? Ian's ears are perked towards the Wizard, eyes focused and intent, kindove ignoring the kobold
I don't quite understand the mats list. Planar Binding is a no mat spell, but it requires Magic circle of protection against evil (or other) and the only may for that is a circle of powdered silver. For free, he can take the time to add a calling diagram, where I assume the ink comes in, but Cold Iron is not anathema to devils, so it would give him no bonus, and even then it would have to be 5000gp worth of cold iron, for a plus one. On top of the +5 the calling diagram gives him. The calling diagram allows him to cast dimensional anchor, another non mat spell, to keep either of them from teleport or anything else away. If the objects are offerings, none of them appeal to what I want summoned. An accuser devil is appealed by Information, and a Kyton by pain and suffering. Those offerings would factor into convincing them to work for me, not the summoning itself. Speaking of which, I would not need offerings to convince these two. The accuser will be my spy, my information gatherer, which is the BEST thing you can offer an accuser devil to make it happy. The Kyton will be a bruiser and killer, which they LOVE doing. Torture, pain, torment, that's their thing. Offering it a position to do so in the material plane IS an offering for the creatures services
THAT was a strange man. I shall have to inquire about him. Turning back to the kobold, Ian answers I am looking for a powerful mage who is able to bind outsiders. Ian looks around for any inquiring ears. Seeing none, he bends down and whispers One who is VERY discreet when paid. He stands up and steps back. I have already learned of one such mage, a dwarf by the name of Scarban
Well, aren't you suave! Did you have to wreck my little friend's shade roof?
He DOES have the right to petition help from those of sufficient ability, I should hope, otherwise your private guard firms would be doing TERRIBLE
Ian approaches the little yapper.
Greetings, My name is Ian Moone. That story you're spinning has caught my ear, and after my work here has been set in motion, I may be able to help you. Tell me more.
Ian heads off to the mage's college. Once he arrives, Ian looks around for some of the higher up mages whom he could add to his payroll. Ian also makes sure to pay attention to all he sees, looking for signs of a mage who might be willing to accept a more...shady proposition.
Ian writes a note for Myali, leaving directions to his people to send Myali to his room when she arrives. Nito, if you would return to gathering information, I would be much obliged. I am going to go see about some interesting peoples to add to the payroll. I will bring by spending proposals to you if I find anyone... interesting. Ian head off to the local mage's college, pending Nito's reply.
Hmm, well, we could use the Inn as a cover. I could write you a note for some alchemist, claiming we need some honey flavored drink died purple to mix with spirits for a signature cocktail of some-sort. Shouldn't take much convincing. As for color, I hope you are comfortable with purple. This IS the Violet Room. Ian spends a little time writing a convincing letter naming Myali as his errand runner, acting under Ian's orders. The rest of the letter goes on as can be assumed from the above. He signs it off with his name and his clan mark.
Ian bursts into full bellied laughter. Tears in his eyes, he says I am sorry dear, but its not common we have FRIENDLY unexpected visitors. It sounds like a lovely idea, how do you intend to enact?
C- Come in dear. Ian glances at Nito in questioning confusing.
Nito, get by the door, hold your knife ready. I have no appointments planned for today.
It seems that the lady inquisitor is... close friends with one Sera Sighlace Dremor, who just spent some time talking to another elf about nomad clans. He didn't suspect a thing.
Ian answers the toast, downing his glass. He stays and chats a bit with the diplomat for a bit, but eventually he bows out, thanking the diplomat for his time. He heads back to the Inn, dark thoughts in his head, and adds the diplomats name to his list.
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