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Jamako, remaining near the window for a quick getaway, lashes out with arcane energy to crack a flamewhip at the nude woman. Upon missing, he pretends it was a miss on purpose. "Consider yourself warned, breeder. Drop the wand and surrender." He narrows his gaze, nostrils spouting a gout of smoke.
When reared from birth, the following animals can easily be ridden by Small or Medium humanoids, depending on the riding animal's size. In addition, most of these animals can be purchased already trained for combat. The animals are listed here for convenience when referencing the Ride skill, but are also listed on the Goods & Services Animals and Gear page.
Jamako's eyebrows raise at the sound of the **** hitting the fan, the kobold quickly goading his gecko into action. The sorcerer would steer his mount to the same window Scotty climbed into, hoping to see what on earth was going on.
Jamako chuckles and nods: "Always the thinker, hm? A good point of course, plus I'd rather not rather put my scales in harms way unnecessarily." He grins. "I HAVE been looking forward to trying out something though.."
Jamako is ready to go in, fingers blazin. :P
Jamako sits near the rear of the party lounging comfortably in his seat with his gaze resting for most of the conversation on the fire behind the dwarf. "Aha, I think I like the new guy already. I enjoy blacksmithing of course, though strictly as a spectator of course." The kobold grins. "Flailing around with giant pieces of metal isn't my strong suit. Good timing stumbling into you just as the dour meatbag in our employ pissed off.. I am Jamako, kin of the dragons. What shall we call you?" The kobold ponders the question briefly. "I suppose I'm indifferent, but perhaps sooner than later would be best."
Well we haven't really had time to get invested in this new setting, perhaps merging with the other group would be simplest? I'm okay either way.
Jamako grins and nods, hopping aboard his gecko and buckling himself into his throne-like (in appearance not in quality) seat. "Lets get to it shall we?"
Jamako, standing idly near the back during the womans psychotic rant, gives her an incredulous look at the overreaction. Just as he's about to give her a response (probably not the most endearing one she'd heard), a guard whispers to her and changes her tone. The kobold raises a brow at the mention of the recipe. ".. You know if your underling hadn't stolen that recipe that dwarf probably would've paid by now." He smirks, nobodys fool. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
Jamako, otherwise milling about inspecting the place and sipping his steaming tea, raises a brow at the drow as he's motioned to finish the job. He sighs and shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively before finishing his tea and readying to leave. "We're done here, no need to linger or to brew up unnecessary enemies. Lets call it a night and finish the deal in the morning." Jamako will indeed help sell the deed. He is afterall the charmer in the party.
Jamako, lounging rather comfortably on a countertop and sipping his tea, raises a brow at the dwarfs explanation. He ponders a moment before nodding. "Good point. Stunties are proud to a fault afterall. Not humble and reasonable like myself." He grins and shrugs before joining Doc Silver in his reaction. "Merely implying that your captors would beg another would be cause enough for harm for some. I'd mind your tone, not everybody in this room is as patient as I am." Another gout of smoke before resuming his tea.
Jamako uses his detect magic to investigate the place for valuables
Jamako, having used presdigitation to skip the boiling of water nonsense, gives Harland a nod at the request before taking a sip of his cup of tea. "Here I thought stunties were known for being proud and stubborn. This one took to grovelling a little quicker than I expected." The kobold eyes the dwarf suspiciously, spouting a gout of smoke from his nostril. With a shrug, he moves to find a hollow-sounding cask which should contain a life savings.
Jamako joins the others inside, wasting no time in investigating the shack for anything of interest before making himself at home. If his keen nose picks up on the scent of tea he would track it down.
Waaaaait a monty. Nuts to the oil, I want a Giant Gecko! :D 100g and it's perfect for the character. My most bestest minion! He carries my excellence so that I don't have to sullen my precious feet. :3
Jamako's eyes seem to light up at Harlands mention of burning the place to the ground, the kobold grinning slyly and toying with a candle-sized flame meaningfully. "I think I could arrange that.. but waiting til later is definitely the better choice. The fewer dwarves we burn to the ground the fewer grudges we have to worry about."[b] He ponders meaningfully. [b]"Perhaps an ambush? We can frighten the stunty into cooperating easily enough."
Jamako does indeed join the wizard enroute to the Stone Brewery, evidently pondering this 'infernal healing' malarky.
The kobold sets the ladies aside with a wink and a lewd smack of his tail across at least one of their rumps as he approaches the others with staff in hand. [b]"So then, shall we go find this stuntie? Sooner we're finished for the night the sooner I can go back to enjoying the locals." He grins slyly.
The kobold narrows his gaze, spouting another gout of smoke from his nostrils. "So long as by showing him the error of his ways you mean setting him on fire, yes." He ponders a moment. "Do we know where to find him?"
Jamako, not as adept at gathering information as the others, spends his evening at the bar downstairs amusing the ladies with his cantrips and his surprising charms.
I has character request. Ray of frost is lame as all hell, may I replace it with an equivalent cantrip? Flamelash Ranged Touch Attack
The kobold lashes out at b*#$@es with a whip-like tendril of flame.
Jamako headtilts curiously at the idea. "Hire? I thought we were here to loot the pit?" He places his very meager belongings at the foot of his own bed. [b]"Which reminds me, we should figure out a way to carry it all back up. I'm no pack-mule." He smirks, puffing a gout of smoke.
The kobold grins, a flick of his hand producing a dancing flame at his fingertip. "Fire. Runs in the family. No study though, self-taught. Kinda comes naturally, but I still have a long way to go." He head-tilts curiously. "You?
Jamako nods his thanks to the barmaid and settles himself on the seat, shrugging innocently at his concern. "Dunno, just met her today down in the hole. Apparently she's a big deal, even managed to get pointy ears to kneel. I don't work for anybody, I'm just with the group for mutual interest. I stand around and look good and occasionally unleash my arcane potential, they stab at things and carry the loot, then we all get lots of gold." He chuckles, amused at the truth of the matter.
The sorcerer grins, wider at the mention of being a wizard. "Thought I smelled the arcane off you.. and being able to translate would actually be very convenient. You should join us, the hole is going to make for some great coin." He grins again at that, then displays his new staff, handing it over if a motion for it is made before continuing as he leans in more hushed. ".. And between you and me it'd be nice to have some intelligent conversation." He chuckles at that, spouting another gout of nostril smoke.
Jamako grins widely. Success! He had located Harland, calmly walking across to the table he sat at. As per usual the kobold and his gear was spotless, the trail of his robe dragging an inch above the floor. He uses his fancy new staff as a walking stick now, clicking on the floor as he approaches. "I didn't get the opportunity to introduce myself earlier when the pointy-ear lady took your room. I am Jamako, the kin of dragons." The kobold half-bows politely, spouting a gout of smoke from his nostrils to emphasize his self-given title.
Jamako ponders to himself a moment as he notices Harland has left and the rogue leaving to sell treasure for coin. He shrugs, commenting aloud as he leaves: "I'm going to find the new guy! I didn't even catch his name.. it'll be nice to finally have intelligent conversation." The kobold beams, off in search of Harland.
Jamako raises a brow curiously at the instruction to leave the gem, shrugs, then gently tosses the gem onto the nearby table (after using presdigitation to conjure up a patch of grass and flowers to soften its landing, vanishing shortly afterwards).
Jamako, still blinded by the goodness in his heart, peeks over Scotty's head as the door opens. He can practically smell the arcane, and flashes a pointy grin. "Ah! Pointy ears' friend is introducing us to a new friend!" The little red pats Scotty with a chuckle: "We're all a little feisty, remember?"
Jamako is still clutching the shiny gem and laying on Scotty's pack when they reunite with the rather pleasant female. His clouded mind doesn't seem to mind her harshness, but no amount of clouding can dissuade him from the magic he witnesses. The lil' red's jaw drops and his eyes widen, clearly surprised and impressed at the same time.
Jamako joins the others in investigating the large creature stalking them. Upon perceiving a threat his eyes widen and he snaps his fingers at the creature (or more accurately the brush it's stalking in), lighting it on fire suddenly.
Jamako rides the rogue down into the peculiar garden, investigating alongside him (though not keen enough to pick up anything he does not already on his own). "Strange place for a garden.. wonder what it's doing here?"
For the process of procuring the loot in the room Jamako is sadly about as useful as the eyes on a potato. He's too feeble to carry things, or pry things, or to reach things. Spends his time riding the rogue with a stupid grin, admiring the big shiny gem in his clutches.
Jamako clutches his new shiny as he catches a ride along atop Scottys pack. As the rogue wanders the room for a look around, the kobold takes the time to detect magic on anything that looks to be of interest. When Drovic instructs him the little red shrugs with a grin. "Already done, pointy ears. Nothing of interest. Shouldn't we go to the surface like your friend asked?"
Jamako raises a brow curiously before noticing Scotty stash a golden skull. He grins: "Oh yeah! Loot!" With that he up and scampers off to the nearest shiny skull, managing to heave it and carry it to Scotty to stash into his pack. On second thought, carrying one of them was probably not a great idea.
Jamako grins triumphantly at his mention, and soon afterward grins gleefully at the mention of magical trinkets. He LOVED magical trinkets! Today was really turning out to be a good day! Such a good minion, finding such a nice pointy-ears for them.
Jamako continues his silent watch of the curious occurrence before him, smiling stupidly as he tries to make sense of what's going on exactly, and looking forward to finding more treasure to share with his friends.
Jamako head-tilts at the suggestion to be quiet, then shrugs and grins and scampers off to sit next to Scotty. Arm wraps around his waist. Undoubtedly the two would end up swaying back in forth almost as if dancing, trying to suppress their snickers and giggles. Wonder who new friend is? Hey! Minion's back! Such a good minion, she's definitely a friend.
Jamako head-tilts at the illusion, curious and thanks to the effects of the gem not nearly as alarmed as he might be in his right mind. Hello..? The kobold undoubtedly looked insane to the others. Did minion send you? I'm Jamako, pleasure to make your acquaintance! He does a polite bow of his head before extending a handshake towards the apparition of questionable existence.
Jamako quickly wields the shiny on high in his triumph, a gleeful grin. All is right with the world! "I'm so glad that we've come this far together, really. You guys are the best.. the doc and his beyond.. pointy ears and his scary muscle.. and Scotty! What would I ever do without my trusty steed? Oh! I nearly forgot minion! We should go find him, he could be in trouble!" He manages to blurt all of this while still standing triumphantly with the gem in hand.. sadly this is not a particularly effective stance to defend against rogues who want your shiny things, and Scotty effortlessly relieves the kobold of the gem.
O.O What flavor of influence? What do those rolls mean? Is Jamako dead? Do I need to roll initiative? O.O;
The kobold takes a few minutes to fully inspect the gem, scrutinizing it dutifully as he picks his brain for any semblance.
Assuming he detects/recalls nothing of interest or value, the kobold attempts to snatch it before Scotty does.
Jamako grins as he surveys the scene, wringing his hands. "Excellent! More loot!" He pats Scotty before clambering down and wandering closer to the magic gem. He seems to shrug off the mention of Ratticus "Minion did good to find us this place, I'm satisfied. No need to worry about the traps.. armor already broken. Don't touch this one yet though.. Let me investigate it first." His voice almost trails off, the kobold nearly mesmerized sounding.
Jamako looks at the grand staircase for all of 3 seconds before declaring triumphantly: "Up! Search for treasure from the top to bottom!" At that he would lead the way up... if he was insane. Instead he scampers up his trusty steed and makes himself at home on Scotty.
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