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Spoiler: Jarek reloads his weapon, looks at the goblin, back to Satinder, then at the door they’d come to. “After this. We need to get in there first.”
My normal options of posting have changed. My PS3 at home updated it's browser, and now it is not compatable with Paizo.com. And paizo is still blocked on my work computer. Still trying to post when I can, though.
DM:
DM & Satinder: The crack of my pistol reverberates like thunder in the alley as I discharge my readied shot at the Goblin.
DM & Satinder:
DM: Watching the surroundings PERCEPTION Seeing if we're drawing attention SEN MOT Blending in with pistol ready DISGUISE Ready to roll INITIATIVE
Satinder & DM: "Good, let's go then."
DM: DM while Im in Vegas will u pic text me gameplay posts to Jarek? I can text u my replies without causing any delay of game.
A pity Hez. DM will u be NPCing Hez now?
DM:
Have I any recollection of that name? INT Satinder & DM: To the brother firmly,"What? Who is that? And sit at the table and assault no one by my authority!" To S-Man, "Satinder we should go. After that we'll have 'back up' coming, they can handle this. Let's find Hez."
”We finally made our way into the city. I’m relieved I found Satinder so quickly and easily. Though I admit I’m somewhat disappointed I didn’t get to break any arms tracking him down. I came across Satinder and his ‘friends’ recovering a coach for some travelers. I crept upon the exchange and set sight on the larger one. How I hoped he’d take action. Large men bleed more when shot. But they surrendered the coach without a fight. Pity. They were outnumbered, but appeared to be better prepared for battle than Satinder’s band. Though admittedly in their drunken state perhaps surrender was wise. The remaining miles into the city I had to listen to the banter of their band. Particularly the one Xander. Who appeared to enjoy his own articulations more than the rest of the party combined. There is also a Toban. Large man. Though why the fool wears his swords across his back is beyond me. It will be amusing when he tries to re-sheath them across his back and has to ask for help. Awfully long blades to be worn so. Hez isn’t so bad. Doesn’t talk often and seems to truly know the matters he speaks of. Though with them all carrying along so we’re lucky no goblins or brigands stole upon us in stealth. When we reached the town I was relieved Satinder’s friends all went their separate ways, and we went to his abode. There I shared the strange writing in my fathers pistol grip. He too felt it was important, and he confirmed some of the writing was in the giants tongue. However there was writing he was also unable to translate. He thought his friend Hez may be able to complete the translation that has thwarted my every attempt. So we went to Hez’s home. Upon arriving the most blusterous, strange and fat nude brother of his received us. Rather, I imposed us due to his brothers reluctance to be cooperative. Why nude from the belt down? Why bother attempting to conceal his manhood with that banana? Why assault a hapless topless woman in the washroom? If she was to be dealt with in ill spirit, what she had exposed suggested better uses for her flesh than an assault with a vase... Where the hell is Hez, and why is no one in this city fully dressed?” -From the journal of Jarek Prath, Monday, Rova 24, 4707 AR
DM and Satinder: I whisper, “Satinder, we’ll do this your way, but I’m losing it with this man.”
Sooo ready to have our dm back... lame. Next week I have to go to Vegas Mon - Thu to the annual business conference.
DM:
WTF was that about? hahaha DM and Satinder: "What the hell?" Jarek looks out the window, sees the victim and doesn't appear to give a damn. Looks at Satinder puzzled. Then looks at the fat man and simply asks, "Why?"
DM: I move through the house stealthily, drawing my katana.
I’m planning on playing the campaign to the end without looking at anyone else's spoilers for the maximum experience with my character. When the campaign ends I plan on going back to post 1 and reading it all the way through like a novel with crunch. That will be AWESOME!
Satinder & DM:
”I told you time was critical. We wouldn’t be here otherwise. He’s back, and I’m surprised after being on the road he isn’t here already. We’ll just wait here for him.” Jarek looks at the man with obvious disdain.
”Unless you have a better idea.” I whisper to Satinder. DM:
Satinder & DM:
”If there’s no body Satinder we aren’t criminals. Clearly the authorities don’t care about missing persons anymore. Only dead ones.” I mumble to Satinder as I enter. I go in appearing unarmed to avoid alarming this man more than necessary. “Hez’s bearded brother. Do you know where I can find your brother now? Or shall we wait here for his return?” I call as I walk in. “This is government business and I mean to be direct. I expect your cooperation.” DM: If needed:
DM and Satinder: “We haven’t time for this, Satinder.” I reach down and simply open the door and walk in.
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Satinder and DM: To this strange fat man: “Do you know Hez or where he can currently be found? I’ve no use for your babbling appraisal of his status...” I move a hand visibly to the handle of my katana. “Time is critical, I warn you of wasting mine.”
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DM and Satinder: Jarek quickly moves to the door. “Great! Let’s hurry then before my father’s trail grows colder!”
He tags along with Satinder. Still moving lithely but now a touch quicker, matching pace alongside him, extremely anxious to have an objective to see to.
DM: So, what has Jarek discerned thus far? Along line of something like: "Jarek_____ and________ I was on the __________ headed __________________ in the ________________ when that bastard ___________ showed up and said ________________________________________. That's why it's imperative ___________ you _____________________________________ and _________________. -Dads name". Or not even that clear?
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per Satinders comment, ps I read giant. I didn't know that DM and Satinder: Jarek is visibly tense and has to force his words. "I can read giant. But not the runes either. Do you know anyone who can help with this sort of research? I can't accept another dead end... please Satinder..."
”Farewell all. Thank you for the...company. Yes, Satinder, let’s hurry there. You’ll want to see this before you refresh.” Jarek follows Satinder to his apartment in silence. Keeping to Satinder's side, and a half step behind him the entire way.
DM:
DM and Satinder: If we arrive without incident, when we get in I draw my pistol, disconnect the right grip plate and show Satinder the message. ”Look here Satinder. Some time ago this pistol ‘appeared’ in my home...well, my father’s home. Just two weeks ago I learned to fully dismantle and clean it, and when I did, I found this writing. I cannot make it out and I've found no linguist who could. Though it clearly addresses me, and is signed by my father. I know his handwriting well, after years reading his notes and journals, seeking clues to his disappearance. Can you make it out?” I hand Satinder the weapon and pieces.
Jarek broods grimly, "Well I hate delaying. I know this is urgent, after these years...how far to Sandpoint?" Jarek is clearly dissatisfied at having to wait, and uncomfortable discussing such personal matters among strangers.
DM... will u add the 100 xp on my char sheet?
DM:
“Hello travelers.” I hail them all to avoid any alarm to my approach. DM:
”Satinder, I have sought you many miles. This company you keep does not appear to be in the employ of the watch, and you’re out of uniform. I heard ill rumor of your career as your peers turned me away. I come with news about my father…the evidence you sought after before I believe.” I look to Satinder, hopeful and desperate that he recalls me and to remind him because when he last saw me my hair was not dread locked, nor nearly so long. “I am Jarek Prath, if the years have bleed me from your memory.”
DM: Still waiting. Confident drunk... but seems harmless. If party goes offensive Im still shooting first.
Testing multiple die rolling... Attack, luck, dam, sneak, action Ah seperate with ; and they're split.... use : and...
Hells yeah! I need spring loaded everything!!! And concealed. Shuko should be 4gp.
Everyone... can we set a weekly thing where we can all get on for one hour and really play? Is there a Sunday time that works for everyone? Say 4pm Central or whenever? Any hour Sunday after 2pm Central or later works for me. :)
And Shuko... can't find stats on em..
DM: Seeing their guilty tension since I`m within 20 feet I can sneak attack if necessary during surprise round. I`m readied with pistol. I attempt to identify leader. Sense Motive and Perception Whatevers appropriate... OMG critical again? Can I observe arms and armor too? I`m elite hehe
gonna test ps3 text html... Test: I like infidels! Love infidel check I dance for joy!
Well... then I gotta take Cheliaxan.
Satinder and DM: Has Mittean shared info about my character thats pertinent to you yet?
Stealth
Sense Motive
DM: I remain concealed, but switch to stealth mode and ready my pistol and katana, then close to 30' of the wagon, providing there's cover or concealment to do so.
Mittean, You left out a LOT on my character sheet. Will you please copy and paste in from what I emailed you? Specific omissions I'll need to play from home are the different modes and stats for them pertaining to speed, AC, encumbrance... I'll let you know if I see any more missing I need. And unarmed strike... been awhile since I gamed.... wow...
DM Mittean:
I passed two traveling groups yesterday. Nothing much to say. The first was a wealthy couple. The silver inlays in the spokes of their carriage wheels and the gold studs on the bridles of the horses said as much. I saw them through their windows as they rode past. I wonder how long until he begins beating her? She was pretty. I imagine she’d still be very desirable with a bruise or two on her face. My boots hurt by the end of the day. I should get a horse. I sure carry a lot of crap. The second was a group of young Varisians. One was playing a harp and alternating between singing and telling jokes. 'A troll a goblin and a dragon are in a tavern. The dragon asks them what do you think it would be like if I ate you? The Goblin said, you’d have the s~#~s for a month! The troll said…' Wish I’d heard the rest. I could really use a joke right now. But they drew silent as they passed. A large man in so much metal positioned himself between me and his companions as they passed. I smiled. He nodded. I can’t imagine walking far with so much steel strapped to my ass. There was a midget of some sort. Pointed ears made it look inhuman. I caught it eying my ammo pouch. Heh, no coins there you little larcenist. Just your death if you try it. But there was this woman! Wow! I’ve not seen such a beautiful woman other than the pictures of my mother before. She had raven black hair, curled and she wore make ups. She was slender and toned. There were draftings in her gown and cloak that allowed me to glimpse the pale skin of her hips and thighs and stomach… I wish she was traveling with me now. This would be a far finer trip beside her! I wouldn’t even strike her! No matter what she said. She was so beautiful I cannot imagine bruising that perfect skin. I think I need to get saddled when I reach Sandpoint… I can afford an evening lady. I’ll get one that will let me beat her. Perfect alchemy for my frustrations. I could have killed that damn Sergeant Holbrith. What a fool. No idea who he had in his office. It would have been orgasmic to pull my father’s old pistol and blow his face off for telling me my father’s vanishing is now a “LOWEST PRIORITY” with that smug smirk. Bastard. I’ll find my father first…then visit him and his family one night… Daylight is fading fast. I need to find a high spot to sling my hammock. Officer Satinder…I have the clue you need, I’m coming. -Journal of Jarek Prath, Sunset, Sunday, Rova 23, 4707 AR
This is for the campaign Greed of the Runelords
DM mittean:
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