Understood TSC, it was actually a great game while it lasted, I had a lot of fun on our missions and in the arena. Let me know if you want to game again, PF2e though moving forward...
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All good TSC - as and when you can...
”zzzzzzzzz.......zzzzzzzz” sleeps Kaxatja, dreaming soft dreams of well appointed chambers, aromatic wines, poetry, soft seduction and just faintly, of having but two legs...
Kaxatja contents herself with taking a very welcome nap high up in her nest, after first taking the precaution of ensuring her cell door is closed, if she can.
Been busy, and Kaxatja has little desire to get caught up with intrigues for the moment, though she is gradually coming out of her shell...
Kaxatja lowers her abdomen to the ground and throws her arms to the side in order to be stripped of weapons and armor.
. ”Most definitely - a very good idea Brevka - cut across, get us...back” Kaxatja says forcefully, tripping up on almost saying “home”.
Watching Lyra’an now, Kaxatja waits for the shadow-woman to return before moving on with the rest of their group.
Kaxatja growls low and loud to alert her sisters-in-arms. ”Our dark sister is making a point yonder.” she tells Brevka and Annabel, keeping an eye on Lilamma’s antics all the while.
Been very busy, getting to my games later today. Apologies for being MIA...
Kaxatja keeps an eye out on the general surroundings, concerned tgat Lilamma’s...display might engender untoward advances...from...everyone.
Kaxatja concentrates incredibly hard on the skum n front of her, sure that at any moment they will cut and run, or turn on their overseers and commit to battle.
Eyeing the pitiable caged creatures dully, Kaxatja flexes her spindly legs, keen to move on.
”Look alive, here comes the plum...” the drider murmurs to her cagemates, indicating the stairs with a jut of her head.
Kaxatja frowns, sure something is not right. She looks around gor the supposed infiltrator she saw by the cages earlier.
Kaxatja sighs and climbs down to the battle.
Kaxatja climbs to perch on the roof of the office hoping for a greater vantage point.
Kaxatja holds her position, looking for a high vantage point.
Kaxatja opens the door to the office. She smiles. ”A blueskin drow is attempting to free your more violent specimens. Pray this is not some ruse to lay the blame on us...” she informs the plum-jacketed master.
Fearful of making her exotic existence known to the proprietor, Kaxatja will remain outside the office, keeping an eye on the interior warehouse greater...
Feeling keenly that she herself might easily find herself in one of these cages, Kaxatja walks just a little lower than usual. She makes a great show of bowing officiously to the guards...
Kaxatja snarls again, bent and crumpled against a wall, but still upright, hair obscuring her face. She straightens, flicks her hair back behind her shoulders and nods to Lilamma. ”Most definitely.” Ignoring the guard she saunters out of the alley.
Kaxatja, perhaps misunderstanding foreplay, or even actual play, utters a hard snarl and charges the guard, attempting to smash the guard out of the way... : Charge; bull rush
Kaxatja shrugs as the encounter ends without violence. She removes herself without paying any attention to guard or functionary. ”Lilamma dear? Time to go!” the drider calls out, heading toward Lilmma’s last known... position.
Kaxatja moves to gain a clear line to throw net at either guard or proprietor. She favors the proprietor with a small smile, and speaks in Drow. ”Think well as you answer, Mistress. We aren’t in the business of deciding the finer nuances of debts owed or expiry dates agreed upon. The House we work for sent us here to do a job. And, we fail-we die. So really, we have little to lose and 100 gold to gain. Consider that. The last folk who...tried to negotiate no longer count amongst the living.”
All good here...
Posting this to all games I am in and directed to the GMs: I want to thank you for all of your diligence, dedication and most of all, passion for running this game for us. It takes a lot of effort to make the game and an inordinate amount of work to keep it going - to engage us, keep us corraled, on point, focused, dont forget you’re here on the map’d, that’s ok thanks for letting me know’d and all around inspired and fulfilled. You are a true devotee, unpaid unless it be in shared enjoyment, unsung unless we speak up and undeterred unless I ask to play a half-froghemoth dhampir-scion mechagolem suit commander gestalted with a dire sorcerard. Thank you, thank you and thank you again. And no, it wasn’t me who sent you that weird PM. It was that other guy. Gal. Thing. Anyway, thanks. Keep ‘em coming.
Heh....from “go f*&k yourself” to “mate with a spider”! Awesome resource...for when I actually have something erudite to translate...
Kaxatja frowns, worried less that Lilamma will get her hearts desire, and more that they will be shortstaffed. The drider follows Brevka in, squeezing in through the doorway uncomfortably.
Hearing that they may soon gain access to their target, Kaxatja gives a sombre nod to her would be assassin and backs toward Brevka. ”As much as she might wish it, I think there is little need for you to harm her...” she throws over her shoulder, smiling sadly to Lilamma.
Kaxatja stops and makes a show of considering. ”No, I don’t. Not yet. A good thing he is still alive, I much prefer a snack that still struggles.” The drider stands still, and winks to the crossbowman.
Kaxatja begins to trot toward the crossbow-bearer menacingly.
Kaxatja moves to place herself between Brevka and...something. She glares at the drow who replied in the negative. ”So, an assassin spies from the shadows. How very...noble.” Kaxatja turns to face the shadows, and calls over her shoulder. ”Brevka, an assassin has a crossbow trained on us.”
Okay: Level 1 Slayer (Vanguard)
Skills:
Background:
Only skills to go, then will post level up...
Kaxatja nods, facing off with the Caldrana guards. She waits impassionately, eyeing the more heavily armored figures, waiting for Brevka to make the introductions, and ready for...indelicate words.
Or there is this I created several years ago...
So we have a skald, a shaman, a bloodrager and a rogue. Originally I was going to submit a Drow sorceror, but when I went with Drider could take no class. Opinions/thoughts on class? I tend to play Full Martials or 3/4 Divine (Inquisitor/Warpriest). Sorceror was going to be a departure, but it might leave Kaxatja a little weak. Was therefore going to go Fighter, Barbarian, Samurai (as my own mount ;p) or the full BAB Vigilante. Another thing I considered was Psychic, Occultist or Kineticist as I have no experience with the first two and only played the last once in a Reign of Winter that TPK’ed very quickly.
Not me, haven’t even chosen a class yet! I’m pretty busy the next few days but should have it done by the end of he weekend. There’s a chance I’ll get it done early. Happy to keep the momentum going and just play as Kaxatja is until I get her leveled up...
Kaxatja nods curtly, swiveling away quickly to get distance from uppity high-up drow. ”Aye, a hundred gold pieces may be easier to procure - and transport - than strange creatures.” she murmurs after Annabel.
Woohoo! A class! Level 1 for Kaxatja!!! Hmm, will have to check the initial recruitment for available choices...
I have no preference for which one first, though I imagine the latter might have a menagerie of creatures he could set on us...then we have to get the skum back to their rightful owner...
”Well he certainly isn’t” replies Kaxatja, roughly pushing Daveth to the fore...The drider genuflects gracefully, bending her forelegs and bowing her torso.
Only just saw this! Take your time TSC!
The drider looks unsure. ”Perhaps. I admit I do not fully understand Kamala or her words. It is enough to concentrate on survival, to be safe from our overseers and what they pit us against, only to also keep watch on those incarcerated with us...” Kaxatja trails off...
The drider shakes her head in the negative. ”No idea. She says it was a token of her deity or patron - a bat-winged butterfly, though who or what that represents I do not ken.”
Kaxatja eyes the herbalist with a stern gaze before turning to go. ********************** As the slaves and their handler move Kaxatja speaks quietly to Brevka. ”Kamala suspects one of us has her amulet. She questioned me about it, but I gave her no answer.”
”And is ours to take to our House, by our orders to do so.” Kaxatja states, matter of factly, characteristicallyy jabbing her trident toward the herbalist to impress her point.
The frown on her face shows the drider’s deep disappointment. She looks up quickly, masking her pain. ”No matter. Let us keep on the lookout for a likely aid.” With that she scuttles out toward their keeper.
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