Jaune Bolt's page

*Scribbled on slightly crumpled parchment in the common tongue*

For the love of the gods don't send me to that damned fibula femur rib bone keep place so dear help me!

You get some other nut case to go into that Hell hole!

I literally died! People were going to write condolence letters. If it wasn't for some favor I pulled with a few Calistrians and a one or two Pharasmins I'd be seeing my grand mother!

Next time, send me to some nice little safe place, preferably with a beach.

"And that's when we found out, it was a clone," Jaune laughs, along with the two courtesans, as him and his companions continue on their way.

A smiling young Taldane man strolls in to the temple, draped around him are two young women, one human one elf, wearing the calistrian garb, "Yea, the Society is a real hoot I'll say. Plenty of money to keep the booze flowing for you girls. Nothin' beats it," he jokes as they move through the front hall.

Jaune begins speaking in a foreign tongue in a mocking way as he drinks from his glass. Those with an ear for language would know it to be Minkian, and he was wording out lists of profanities.

"Feeling like rum today, you dressed up like you going to a party."

A young Taldoran man steps into the establishment. Dressed in leathers and coat of fine make, he politely takes off his tricorn hat,"Milady," he kindly says with a wolfish smile, giving a small bow to the lass before looking for a seat.

"Put a cork in that fire old man," causally chides a Taldoran man walking down the steps.

"Is there anything else in this pile that doesn't sound like it come from the red light district?!"

"So it's an erotic spell book?" Jaune says looking it over from behind Selena.

"Too much time indeed."

"Where would you even go about finding a cold iron bed?"

Jaune Bolt wrote:

"And that is where we come in. Analyze these books and dusted tomes and figure out what they are. Of course you lovely ladies can figure that out. More brains in here then all the Society," Jaune smiles.

[dice=Flattery]14

"Of course I don't speak Varaisian nor Thessalonian. Now Polygot or maybe Minkian, that is in my league. Orsiriani perhaps."

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20-1

Selena Raises an eyebrow at Jaune's flirtations. "Indeed... But lets focus on the task at hand instead of flirts and the like." She chides Jaune somewhat.

She holds open the tome she is studying. "It is clearly in Varisian. I can understand bits of it, which is making it confusing." She points out the diagram and spell formula in question. "In Thassilonian, it seems that it alludes to binding a succubus in magic 'ropes' on a bed of cold iron." She sighs somewhat. "You can see my problem."

"Well that sounds, well, interesting," Jaune says scratching his head.

"And that is where we come in. Analyze these books and dusted tomes and figure out what they are. Of course you lovely ladies can figure that out. More brains in here then all the Society," Jaune smiles.

Flattery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Of course I don't speak Varaisian nor Thessalonian. Now Polygot or maybe Minkian, that is in my league. Orsiriani perhaps."

Looking to Shayd with a raised brow, "Umm, can I help you sir?"

"Well," he bows almost in a joking way, "the pleasure is all mine. I do say there seemed to be one on old Varasian magics and Summoning techniques. Very interesting."

"Yea, some tomes and what not from an expedition that need deciphering. They were going to go into the Overflow, but I swooped in on 'em before that could happen. Names Bolt by the way, Jaune Bolt," he says greeting the two. He swing the sack of books around to give to her.

"Think there is a minor ward on the bag to prevent any possible curses or what not attached to them from suddenly going off."

Bolt walks in eating a loaf of fresh bread from the bakery, a sack of books held over his shoulder. Taldoran in face, he gave off a coy smile under his tricorn hat.

"Am I missing something."

What?

Hey guys, I'm sorry but due to complications at the moment, I cannot be in the session unfortunately.

"Ready to move on the mark," he says, tightening the strap holding his scabbard and the shield on his back. Recently he had been working on his marksmanship and had bought a nice sturdy new bow. Arrow tops poked out from his quiver under the shield on his back.

Purchased Longbow and 20x Arrows,selling my crappy dagger. No idea about the Mythic stuff and how it factors in to Society play.

Still trying to transfer info on to here.

The man known as Jaune Bolt stood leaning on the wall. He appeared of Taldoran of descent, with a evident freshly shaved face. Dressed in his leathers and simple red jerkin, a shield lay on his back with the sigil of the Archives, along with several weapons and other gear. He smirked, "They ain't be gettin' anywhere with them jewels. And if they make a fuss, a little sword an magic will set 'em right."

Dot... will have to send stats to his alias here. Lvl 1 Fighter/ 2 Wizard

Never done high tier or used mythic powers.

I have this Fighter 1/ Wizard 3, but I'll need to put his stats on here.