With Sunday gone, now it comes the wait! Crossing my fingers as there's an eternity since I played VtM the last time. :)
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Hi DM Dickie! Archlich here. As squid made a Lasombra, I decided to go for something completely different - a very unusual approach to Toreador. Full prelude and background details in the profile, including a summary (as I reckon his prelude and aftermath are considerably large). I'm still working on a sheet, since I usually do it last. I hope you appreciate the creativity in trying something a little exotic with a very common clan :)
Ayoshi takes a sit, as well, looking with attention to the others. The Kensai wasn't someone who'd trust easy, after quite a rough life. I... Believe so. - he responds Xiang Lun, with his voice a certain unsure of what the arcane man was talking about - I guess now we play the wait game. He blinked for a moment, as if ready to meditate. Was he doing his life's mission, now? Or was he just being a pawn played by the powers in evidence?
Hey guys! Sorry I’m a little slow this week. I have intense activities at work until Thursday so it’s affecting my posting capabilities. I’ll normalize soon! Thanks for the understanding ;)
Group: [ooc]Anything I can know with a knowledge local?[/dice] Salutations, Gao. - says Ayoshi - Yes, I believe we were successful as well. The kensai turns to Zhang. What are those? - he asks, moving his head around as if searching someone - ... And where’s the lady? He throws the question in the air, innocently.
GM and Silence: Ayoshi looks at the Aasimar without actually understanding much what he meant, but he greets him politely as he leaves. The harbinger waits for some moments, looking with curiosity at the aspirants, until he finally leaves as well to seek Lady Taishi.
Hey guys! Not sure if anyone is up for some pirating on the Shackles, but there's an open recruitment collecting applications for Skull & Shackles and I'm helping the GM :)
GM and Silence: As Ayoshi spots Silence, he moves towards the aasimar with haste. He smiles at other peasants (like him) on the way, until finally he stops by his companion's side. Good evening, my friend. - he says in low tone, greeting the other - I hope things went well with you.
Mission: Ayoshi saved the badge and read the note, slowly, absorbing its words and admiring the calligraphy. The tiefling blinked in peace and let himself kneel down, immediately starting to meditate for lengthy moments. Finally he stood up, checked his daisho, and assumed the Scarlet Einhander stance. Eyes open and focused, he breathed deeply, then organized his belongings. The gardener quickly adjusted his clothes and, seeing himself alone, left to go watch the festivities.
Mission: Ayoshi wasn’t sure if he had success - especially spilling some of the powder - but there was no time for assurance. He left the room with haste to gain the streets. He let himself smile and dried the sweat on his forehead, before moving quickly back to find his companions.
Sorry! Just excited and wanting to get the game moving.
Hey guys! Just to check if everything’s okay.
GM: The gardener swiftly moved through the tightest corners of the inner city until he arrived to the oracle’s estate. He wasn’t too calm, in truth; rather, his heart was beating quickly as the agitated gongs of the festivals. As much as he wasn’t so young anymore, still he wasn’t a trained spy or the sorts, but someone with a family tradition and a prophecy to fulfill. He entered through the back door, between other servants, and it didn’t take long to find the kitchen. With his shaky hands on the small vial, he started to look around the bottles trying to identify the right one, but stopping every minute or so to pretend he was simply swiping the dust off the floor and tables. He almost coughed his heart out when he finally found the bottle he believed to be the right one. He didn’t want to fail his companions and had no idea if any of them were seeing him now - or maybe if they even had the same task. Yet, he swallowed his own fears and tried to slip the contents while no one was looking at him. His hand was still shaky and he couldn’t even measure if the right amount of the powder was making it to the inner parts of the bottle...
Ayoshi bowed to the others and, keeping again his initial silence, excused himself out of the house to gain the streets. GM: Ayoshi’s first worry was to find out where was the oracle’s house - assuming this would be where the sake would be. As a gardener and a bit of herbalist himself, he imagined the leaves would probably already be there or being transported fresh. He assumed his own profession behavior and started to navigate the streets, stopping by times at the corners to admire the flowers and make small talk with the common folk. He didn’t really expect much to gather information, but rather to enrich his own local knowledge taught by his grandmother.
The gardener bowed as she left. With curiosity, his hands hastily opened the scroll to let the eyes navigate the new poem. With his entire life based on hearing this type of art from his grandmother - and the very core of his Chi aligned with a prophecy - the words hit him with the clarity of water. His expression for moments was emotionless, but finally it took the aspect of relief. He blinked calmly, and anyone paying attention could notice he was probably questioning himself about the truth on the scroll he read. Nevertheless, he closed it and saved its contents on his bag, before standing up and briefly speaking to the others. It’s a pleasure to be around such aligned minds. I praise my fortune for being allowed in your presence. - he touched the bag where he stored the scroll and contents - As we were handed these separately, I assume for now we should handle them on our own. Please be assured I’ll perform my task to the best of my ability and meet you back once this is all finished. GM: Should we start now? Is the dinner tonight? I assume the powder was hidden in a frask within the scroll roll? :) excited to start it, I never played this AP before!
Ayoshi wasn’t someone of many words. Reserved, he humbly accepted the tea and let his eyes cross the room with curiosity. Although he felt still young, his third decade quickly approached. He smiled when Taishi spoke and waited in silence for a follow up.
Yeah, I always loved playing Phoenix Shugenjas and Utaku Maidens :)
I think both ties work. Maybe even at the same time :) Ayoshi is a wanderer but with a clear destiny. Maybe using his grandmother’s contacts he got in contact with Zhao by letters, and now him and Righteous are going towards Zhao’s estate, for example.
I’m Andre. I can log to Roll20 from my cell but I can’t open the maps - sent you an email about it. Thanks
GM, whenever possible, please create the gameplay just so we can dot (not necessarily gameplay itself but just so it appears on our campaigns tab). Thanks
Thanks for the invite! Very happy to be here. I’ll update things tonight.
Hi GM! Here's my complete submission for the game: Isawa Ayoshi. Please let me know if there's anything you'd like me to adjust or detail more. Cheers! Chess
Hi, I'm posting this on all my PbPs, as player or GM - I had a family emergency last Monday, due to an accident, and had not been able to post or even communicate of my absence. In parallel, as a consequence of the situation not improving, my undivided attention on such matter will be required on the months to follow and, therefore, I'm stepping out of most of my activity online. I apologize for the inconveniences it might cause and I wish you all the best, and fun on your games. Thanks all for the understanding and for the opportunity to play with you. The Chess / adsapiens
From where he is, Isawa five-foot-steps and uses his Slumber against one of the wolves.
Hi DM! Just one thing about mounts falling (from the rules): If Your Mount Falls in Battle: If your mount falls, you have to succeed on a DC 15 Ride check to make a soft fall and take no damage. If the check fails, you take 1d6 points of damage.
Isawa moves to yet another covered position. From the corner of his eyes, he casts Color Spray against both mounts and riders. ספריי צבע
Isawa focus, and suddenly reality itself seems to - again - bend around the warlock. As dimensional lines twist around him, he shoots three toppling magic missiles against the enemies, focusing especially on the mounts. Get the mounts down! - he says - This terrain here is more favorable to them. We need to pick our battlefield. He five-foot-steps behind a wall to hide.
Isawa moves some steps ahead, then mutters words in Samsaran, unleashing a wave of light against mounts and riders. ספריי צבע Samsaran:
Color Spray!
Isawa crossed his arms behind his back and smiled, following on his usual slow pace. ---------- So, this entire place seems abandoned. But looks may always be deceiving. - says the Samsaran - Even if this broken keep is unoccupied by soldiers, other wild dangerous animals might be lurking around. He touches himself, eyes closed, muttering words in Samsaran.
Let's proceed with caution. - concludes Isawa, drawing his spear.
Good job, Iris. - said the witch with a kind tone, leaving the hydra's body behind. Isawa was a little injured, but didn't want to bother anyone with the wounds, certain he just needed a good night of rest. The Samsaran walked with the others and helped investigate the wagon, and didn't object to anyone who wanted to try the armor.
Only briefly... Usually a little over 20 seconds. - he says, quickly completing - I suggest a quick and merciful death while it's down. No need to make it suffer, or to risk it harming us or anyone else anymore.
Isawa looks at the hydra, uncomfortably hurt with its attack. Finally, though, the witch speaks. שינה Samsaran:
Sleep!
After using his hex, he tries to move towards the others. He doesn't try to tumble, but rather use his 30 feet to get out of its reach - hoping his hex worked.
Intriguing information... - says Isawa, praising Zelligar and Tal'ariel on their knowledge about the flying felines - Definitely it feels it's a dangerous creature. Is it wrong for me to be curious to see one of them? The life - lives - of a Samsaran are so long and "resettable" that it almost makes it feel like Isawa is reckless. Of course, from a safe distance. - he smiles - We should go. I think our next path should be investigate the Witchwood to know about the giants. Why couldn't we even dream with truly powerful allies, if the other usual ones are unreliable?
I like your line of thought, my dear. - speaks Isawa towards Iris, as he sips the coffee with a smile - I fear that if they somehow deciphered the ruse, however, we'd have two issues at hands.
I... I think I sleep. - says Isawa, approaching with tired eyes. It was clear he was late, but he was still on his usual smiling attitude - Every time I try to find out about the mystery if Samsarans sleep or not, I end up passing out, tired. A shame, I say! The witch shakes his hand, as if signing for the others to continue. I apologize for being late. Please, go ahead. - the warlock completes with his very slow and deep voice tone.
Isawa parties with the others, happily repeating the words of each of his friends. The witch was thoughtful - he didn't have many possessions and didn't use any armor. Even his spear was mostly working as a walking cane. However, he was seeing himself surrounded by a brave group, who basically came out of nowhere and now were already working together as a unit. He lived several decades, and yet never ceased to be surprised.
Yes, Glitterdust is on my spell list. However, I can only get when we level (I'm a spontaneous caster). Of course, I can also use wands of Glitterdust if we want to invest on it but it feels like wasting money.
Isawa walks around the circle of the town, impressed with all the magic items. As a witch, it's hard for him to find anything that could be affordable and yet useful, but it doesn't mean he can't have fun and admire all the fine crafting work. He gets himself wondering if he could use any lesser rod, at the moment, and if he'd be able to afford them.
Isawa moves his head in agreement, and touches Zelligar's shoulder delicately. The witch seemed wondered with where their path was taking them.
Isawa stays in silence, looking at the captain. Finally, however, he speaks. Probably a dozen, Captain. Maybe more. - he starts, using his slow and monotone rhythm - Like my friend Zelligar said, they even consorted with evil outsiders. Which showed signs of undeath, as well.
Isawa stays on the back, from times turning his head to watch the prisoner, then going back with curiosity to look at the armed townsfolk. They're just doing their jobs..., he thought, considering Yulai's approach appropriate.
Isawa stays on the back, in silent contemplation. He seems to meditate and doesn't really give any kind of thought or worry about the creature's health.
Isawa kept his silence - he spoke many languages, but goblin wasn't one of them. At this point, though, he was willing to bet the creature would be able to understand common as well. I think we should talk to him, before escorting him to his new home in the prison dungeons in town. - he said from the back of the party.
Desperation, maybe, or overconfidence. - says the warlock, walking by the others towards the place pointed by Tal'ariel.
The Samsaran closes his arms and peacefully seems to meditate. He speaks in his slow voice as they're waiting for the scouts. I have no idea of what those dogs were. Hellhounds, I imagine. Zombie Hellhounds, though, which I never heard of. Unnatural, nevertheless.
Agreed. That's our next destination, I'd say.
I'm sure you're seeing the same I am, my friends. - said the Samsaran with a very calm voice, and his pupiless eyes pointing directly at the ruined farmhouse. You know, the dead usually attract flies. Several flies. And considering our last... Encounter... I'd say we should pay that place a visit, and maybe find what Iris would like to. He smiles towards the others, and turns his head slowly. The robes seem to fly loosely around the mysterious old warlock.
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