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Lust/wrath for Jolene.

There's a bunch of really sneaky/fast talking characters submissions here, should make for some entertaining RP.

I'm having visions of the BBGG (Big Bad Good Guy) getting concussed by a coffin to the head which breaks open and burst into flames.

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Jolene has been adjusted to lvl 7 and Training of Thorns.

@Seth86 Depends how handsome.

if we go by CHA score to determine that, i think 18 will do ;)

just a possible connection if you want

Eighteen charisma you say? Jolene's reaction will be on the lines of, "Well hello darling!"

Jolene has been adjusted to lvl 7 and Training of Thorns.

@Seth86 Depends how handsome.

I've updated Jolene, not much of a fighter but she is a very capable face character / spy with a side interest in debuffing and enchantment. Her dearest desire is to seduce and corrupt as many paladins as possible.

If she has a signature move, its likely going to be doing darkly amusing things with beguiling gift. At the moment she's put her FCBs into 1/6 tail feat, I'm considering switching this out for alchemy instead since her disguise is already sky high.

Ooh! I rolled a seductress for this AP a few years ago, campaign died after a few weeks (I'm sure we've all been there). I think I might try and reprise her for your build rules.

OK if we're allowed to reroll the lowest, I'll reroll that 1.

1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

So mythic but not Gestalt... Probably rules out Jolene a character I made for this AP a few years that sadly didn't get far, but I'm somewhat taken with the idea of an Arsonist... I'll see if I get inspired :)

Doesn't seem like it.

Jolene sauntered out of the meeting and said to her companions, "I hope you're not following me, I was always terrible with directions. Still I understand the Librarium of Broken Black Wing is not so far from here. Weird name..."

+1 Lets kick his skull in.

Yeah lets just move on, one of us should try and pick this skill up next level.

Jolene inspected the contents of the sack and smiled once more at Faxon. While the smile didn't reach her eyes, she was pleased by the token. "Well then, I'm sure those will come in handy. I think it's time for us to go hunting..."

I'm ready to leave, I think. If anyone has the skill, it's probably a good idea to roll Kn: Local to learn what we can about the wizard.

Jolene gave revolting the side eye and remarked, "Yes that's wonderful I'm sure, until their fighters sally out and lop your head off."

Putting her arm around handsome and giving him a squeeze she pointed out, "Of course if Avamedes and I have snuck in and poisoned their food, they'll be too busy puking their guts out in the jacks to fight back. As for starting off with the wizard sure why not, I agree it would be foolish to give a practitioner time to recuperate."

Jolene felt her eyes rolling, apparently in revolting's world subtlety was using a dagger instead of a broadsword. Idly she wondered how long one like that would live in normal times, given her practices infection and sepsis seemed as likely a cause of death as any crusader's sword. Then she realised they'd all been due to hang so perhaps she really wasn't that much smarter.

Stifling a biting reply she returned the yawn and found something else to look at. Presumably one of the others would fill the uncomfortable silence that ensued.

"Sounds like fun, I reckon I can sweet talk my way into the inn and possibly the temple. Some of our number might be rather conspicuous, but I'm sure we'll manage. After all a little cleavage goes a long way when dealing with men and even some women who should know better..." remarked Jolene.

The crusaders had been keen on stretching her neck, so Jolene was happy enough to oblige, at least for now.

With a perfectly pleasant smile which didn't quite reach her eyes, she replied "They say never to mix business with pleasure, a principle I've broken at every opportunity. Count me in."

Unflinchingly meeting Faxon's gaze she said, "For me vengeance is a very serious business, one that will take time to properly address. Still when the scales have been levelled who can say what the future may bring? It suits me to help lilitu in this matter, but do not mistake my aid for worship, my soul is spoken for by another."

The sight of the red flesh and demonic horns sent a shiver down her back but Jolene smiled. These were the winners she reminded herself - ones she'd do well to ingratiate herself with, at least for now. So with a wink and a smile she sat down she said, "You've put on quite a show today. Congratulations I don't think those stuffy crusaders had any idea what was coming."

Jolene swanned in after Fury as if she owned the place, she wasn't best pleased with the idea of reporting to this Faxon whoever or whatever he was. Still she supposed it was a good idea to be on the winners side, and right now the demons seemed to be curb stomping the stuffy crusaders...

I think we're supposed to say 'I've new material for the archive' but I don't want to steal Goresk's thunder.

"I have a feeling we do love. called Jolene from behind as she gave fury a significant look.

Jolene felt like echoing fury's whistle, quietly she added, "Puts things into perspective doesn't it. Never felt quite so small, well perhaps we'll all be kind of a big deal some day..."

When he pounded on the door she listened intently for any sign of someone. or something answering.

Percweption: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

As she walked, Jolene listened to revolting's pretty little song and laughed, "I bet you're a hoot in all the taverns!"

Sobering somewhat she asked fury (Goresk) "Any idea what to expect from these Templars at Tower of Estrod? I assume there's a heavy price to be paid for services rendered." And to be fair the service of being allowed to continue breathing was one Jolene was inclined to regard as significant.

Jolene shrugged upon hearing the screams, wasn't her problem. Sniffing disdainfully she remarked as she walked towards their destination, "This town is full of distractions, lets try and get there before we end up with an entourage..."

When revolting spoke, Jolene thought her words where more than a little strange. She now regretted suggesting they take slaves, fury was right, without a power base they'd be a millstone around their necks.

She frankly didn't give a damn what happened to these people, as long as she wasn't the one doing or watching it. There'd almost certainly be killing later, perhaps Calliatra willing, there'd be a reason to mete vengeance. Vengeance was a dish to be savoured, pointless random killings on the other hand where quite the turn off for her at least. She could tell from fury's eyes he relished the prospect and she had suspicions about several of the others too, that impulse seemed to her to be a liability. Still you had to play with the cards dealt to you.

Hoping to start a movement, Jolene started walking and looked back to see if the group followed.

Jolene didn't like the look of these winged tormentors but it wouldn't do to look frightened in front of them so she yawned and pointed out, "We've got a fair way to go still, let's get going."

Jolene takes the scene in with a jaundiced eye. She prepared to hurry past but with an odd impulse she stopped and purred to Avamedes, "Tell me handsome, have you wanted slaves?" Turning to Ioriana she added, "Or maybe that's more your style? As for the rest of you degenerates, I have a feeling you're are looking for a different kind of sport..."

Jolene hurried away careful not to smirk until she was well out of earshot. To Avamedes she flashed a smile, and said "Handsome, you have my thanks for your timely assistance. Still I suppose I should be even more thankful for the crusader's lack of imagination, little did they know..."

Still wearing her torn ballgown, Jolene smiled briefly and sauntered towards the men but stopped ten yards away. Speaking to the one who spoke she replied, "Sorry love can't stop, we're on a mission to rescue friends and family! My Gregori works half an hour to the north west and the gods only know what's happened to to him with all these Demons! Wish us luck, we'll probably need it..."

Activating Deceptive Tale.

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 +1 if he finds Jolene attractive.

The dragon's demise was an image that would be seared into Jolene's mind and likely nightmares. She wasn't at all sure how she felt about it, the best thing to do for now was to keep on walking...

"There's that phrase 'it's all gone to hell in a handcart', I guess we're about to find out what that means." remarked Jolene with an impish smile as she started walking.

Sill with a note of caution she added, "We'd best be on our guard, I bet the invading forces didn't all get the memo about us and as for the crusaders..."

With a cynical laugh Jolene replied, "Damn straight we're not free. Whatever that Mighano thing is, you can bet it'll want us to dance to its tune!"

She glanced at the smoke that was still rising from where the demon and the dragon were fighting and in a small voice she added, "If she's anything to do with that we're in no position to refuse..."

Jolene hated the idea of being on the hook for an unknown amount, well let's face it she hated being on the hook period.

"Not really sure where that is, anyone know?" replied Jolene absently. She was still staring at the smoke rising where the dragon crash landed.

Jolene watches in fear and awe as the dragon is dragged out of the sky by the biggest demon she'd ever seen. Instinctively she was rooting for the dragon but then she remembered it was allied with the crusaders...

When Azlant asked what was next, Jolene stated the obvious, "Avoiding being squashed or otherwise randomly killed is what I'm concentrating on next. Still if you ever wanted to steal something, now is the time..."

Jolene didn't regard herself as squeamish but she was disgusted when the woman stared digging things out of scars on her arms and had to look away, thinking 'Really?! What the heck! That one needs a new name, perhaps Masochist or maybe Revolting will do...'

She jumped and yelped in surprise when things kicked off but recovered quickly when wherever it was passed by and smirked, "Sounds like they're having a ball out there! Shall we go?"

With a flutter, Tiki shot out of the now ruined door and landed on her shoulder briefly before finding a hiding spot.

Jolene sighed inwardly as she eyed Handsome, why where all the attractive males into religion? The moment passed quickly, she didn't really know or care who Pazuzu was. Judging by the state of the others she wanted to know even less about their gods or demons. She once heard a wise man say, when dealing with coworkers is best to avoid talk of politics and religion.

Still Handsome's words left an uncomfortable silence she felt the need to fill. Giggling she added, "I'm Jolene, I like vengeance and I like men. Especially ones I can wrap around my little finger..."

She scooped up her spell components and murmured, "Now where did they put Tiki..." Tiki is her thrush familiar.

When Homespun unlocked her cell, Jolene swept out and blew him a kiss saying, "Why thank you! Lets go release our companions and then its time to teach these oh so dull crusaders how to party!"

When Azlant released Nameless and suggested soap, Jolene just about managed to hold it together. Oh but today was shaping up to be one to remember like a fine wine, such characters! Who knew what they were going to come out with or do next. There was going to be violence for sure, but who would be on the receiving end?

Jolene said nothing when Azlant talked about patriotism, although privately she wondered what drugs she'd been taking and if they where any good...

Still by the looks of it Homespun had found the keys so things were looking up!

Hearing the bells Jolene smiles saying "A stroke of good fortune! The crusaders are going to be busy for a while, if only we can open these doors it'll be easy to overpower the token force that's left."

Jolene considered shifting into the likeness of Homespun's girlfriend, but on balance she felt her current form would draw less attention. Besides keeping a few tricks in reserve seemed sensible given the crowd it seems she was falling in with.

Well that was unexpected. On her feet gripping the cell bars and eager now Jolene cooed, "I could get to like you Mr Homespun. If you could do something about these locks... Then I'm in."

Jolene raises a speculative eyebrow at the silent conversation and considers whether there was some kind of magic silencing the conversation or if they're just very good at lip reading.

Kn: Arcarna: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

But she quickly came to the conclusion she had no idea, but something about this felt more than a little off. Still she was hardly in a position to do anything about it from within her cell and being honest (not her strong point) it wasn't really any of her business.

With a smirk she remarked to the others, "Check her out, a dark horse indeed!" and settled back down to wait.

I prefer the new avatar FWIW :)

The red head was about to say something in response to the woman ranting about Azlant when the guards bustled in and she watched with amusement as Mr Homespun was marched out apparently to meet a lady.

Dryly she noted, "Seems he's a dark horse..."

Idly she noticed they only sent a handful of guards and she still had her spells, if only she could get hold of some sand the tables might be turned! She decided to inspect the cell's walls to see what they were made of.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

I'm guessing the walls are not sandstone, but if they where then maybe she can obtain the material component for a sleep spell...

The red head rolled her eyes and yawned, "Rich people darling. People with refined tastes, people who appreciate the finer things in life..." Naturally this one knew nothing of the sort, not that she cared, chances are most of them were heading for the scaffold.

The red head gave the greasy haired man, in what appeared to be a homespun tunic, a dubious look but answered eventually, "In Irrisen they wait for a heavy frost before harvesting the grapes in which all but a single drop of liquid freezes and that drop is sweetest thing you'll ever taste. When properly fermented and aged it comes out like a syrup, smooth and tasty like a peach but with a kick like a mule. There's nothing quite like it."

Pearly laughter was the reply from the red head, "Alcohol is one of life's pleasures and pleasure isn't a sin, done properly it is an art form to be savoured..."

Still the woman's words made her look at the others with curiosity, she didn't know much about cults and nothing of demon lords. Being honest she didn't know much about religion in general beyond the teachings of the savoured sting, and nothing the wretched state of the chained one she felt confirmation that she hadn't missed anything important.

"Why hello handsome..." purred the firey red head the next cell over. She was wearing the shredded remains of a once fine ball gown and sounded bored. Languidly she added, "I'd offer you hair of the dog, but they confiscated my ice wine! Such a shame, wasted on dogs like them..." The venom in her voice surprised her, the words of her accusers, doxy, harlot and worse still ringing in her ears. Truth was she'd messed up royally and her idiot mark had likely sighed both their death warrants with his actions. The guards had been rough and resistant to her usual charms which was infuriating. Worse she couldn't see Tiki in this sordid little hole but she sensed his distress vaguely through their link.

When it came down to it there wasn't much she could do in this situation but wait, so she yawned and settled and prayed that something would come up.

We should probably have a discussion about power level, especially if we're going to get mythic tiers at some point. What sort of power level is everyone comfortable with?

Jolene currently isn't super optimised for spell DCs, but adding the usual casting feats + court bard satire (if we went that way) would make it very likely spells would land and enchantment spells (on thing that are not outright immune) can be very powerful.

I sent you a friend request GM.

1. I do have discord but don't really use it anymore after quitting wow a while back.

2. I assume you have an overarching story arc in mind. Along the way intrigue and fermenting (political) chaos could be fun. E.g. the forces of hell want to capture town X, we're sent in to soften the place up and ensure the gates are opened in time to welcome the demon horde. Of course paladins and those meddling kids are out to stop us.