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Kayne stifles a sigh as he sees some of his companions already in the place once he arrives in the main hall. I suppose I had all the respite I could expect. Still, he manages to find a table for one and takes his seat, settling in and hoping at least for a pleasant theatrical production. It soon becomes apparent no such luck is at play this evening, though, and with another sigh, the warlock leans back. Although you have to admit, their agility is impressive.
Kayne is as nonplussed by the woman's batting lashes as he is unaware of her comment. With a sigh, he returns to his bed, and then eagerly begins reading through more of the secrets of his new tome, finally coming downstairs in time for the supper and show. Surely it won't just be some street performer or vaudevillian farce... Not in a theater like this... No one has ever claimed Kayne as an optimist, though, and tonight isn't going to change that.
Kayne examines the room with a critical eye, but he nods. It will do. He begins setting his things down when the dwarf asks him about dinner, and the warlock pauses. Finally, he turns to her and nods. "Why not? I'll be down in the theater for dinner. Hopefully you're showing something tasteful?"
Kayne eyes the woman(?) curiously, although reserved, and one eyebrow rises at her wink. His gaze follows her to the stage door, and once she's gone through, he turns his focus back to the bar, looking down at the dwarven woman. "Miss Sohglandheim, was it? I'm not certain how long I'll be staying in town, as some companions have business of their own, so I'll be paying by the night." The warlock glances around the room again, and beneath his hat and scarf, he frowns. "I'll take a quiet room, accommodations for one. And stabling for my mule."
Kayne spends as much of the journey as he can poring over the newly discovered secrets of his tome. Any interruptions are met with an irritated, almost suspicious glare, and he's quick to snap the book shut if he catches anyone watching him. The wonders at hand... Incredible. Who might ave guessed at the arcane lore hidden behind historical conjecture? Upon arriving in Cipenny, the warlock does slide the book into Alighieri's packs, and takes a moment to orient himself. Begging a lawman for quarters isn't a notion Kayne relishes... nor is seeking shelter in a church. The man didn't disdain religion, but the dwarven gods held little of interest to him, and if they caught wind of his past pursuits, well. So, with a sigh, Kayne takes his leave of his companions and makes for the Golden Rose Theater. An inn above a place of dramatics... Well, it's better than nowhere at all. The man pushes his way inside, leaving Alighieri tied to a post. The patrons within no doubt look at the black-robed figure with the eldritch gauntlet and hidden face with some trepidation, but Kayne sweeps into the place as though he already owns a share, and heads straight for whatever looks like a desk. "I'm in need of boarding," he announces plainly.
Algeheri watches intently from afar. For your own good, too. Kayne sold his own soul for greater magical power--just imagine what that poor mule has already been subjected to...
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That sounds fine to me, if there isn't anything planned for the journey.
Makes sense to me, and I dig the writeup of Kayne discovering his Book of Shadows. (Also, said Tome contains the chill touch, fire bolt, and thaumaturgy cantrips.)
Hey all, posting this in all my games to let people know I'll be away for a few days. My family is headed to camp later today, and I won't have Internet or my computer while I'm there. I should be back and posting Friday afternoon/evening (Eastern Time), but please push the game as needed, botting my character if you need to do so. Thanks!
Kayne had remained quiet from the decision to investigate the fires, and he stays on the edge of things during the opening discussion. Approximately when Kiril makes for the entrance to the hovel, Kayne does the same, bringing Alighieri along behind him. Where the half-orc seems concerned over his money, the warlock is simply not one to waste time dallying with whimsy when he could spend it doing... anything else, really. Inside the kobolds' warrens, Kayne tries to get to the room he stayed in last as quickly--and quietly--as possible, unless Kiril tries to make him chill.
"Should there be a fire? I don't recall there being a fire in the past." Kayne peers down through the darkness and glances at the others. "Something tells me we may not be finished with this outing just yet. Should we rest here, or see what's going on by cover of night?"
Yep, heading back to town at this point seems like a good idea for plenty of reasons. And an in-character reward for a job well done!
Kayne has also hit 3rd level!
For my Pact Boon, I think the Tome seems the most fitting for Kayne at this point--I'd envisioned him as a Blade Pact warlock, but we seem pretty solid on the melee front, and he's been more of a scholarly type during gameplay. If it's okay, DM, I'll RP out his finding his Book of Shadows next time we rest or some such, unless you'd like to do that!
"Ah, brilliant!" Kayne doesn't do a good job of hiding his excitement at this prospect, and quickly leans down to the corpse. "Let's see... I don't have any acid or brine to keep it in, but for a short while at least... one of the jars, perhaps? But then, who knows when we might have need of one." The warlock puzzles over this conundrum for several minutes, until finally slicing off a finger, torching the end of it, and sticking it in a pocket. "Have to fully care for it later on," he mutters.
Kayne only sighs at Flint's antics and shakes his head. "One can only hope, I suppose. I don't imagine anyone would care for my keeping a specimen from the fight? Never know when a bit of regenerating flesh could come in handy."
Kayne steps back as the monster claws at him, and he brings his gauntlet up and around in another flourish, a wash of flame blazing forth once more across the beast.
Kayne's eyes narrow beneath his hat as the others step back from the troll. "Perfect," he mutters, and with a flourish he sweeps back his robe and extends his gauntleted hand. "Now taste the fires of hell, you beast!" The runes on his gauntlet glow bright orange for a moment, and then a waft of fire blazes forth, sweeping across the hideous creature.
If we're good with clearing out, then yeah, I'll go ahead and drop a burning hands so we can keep up the damage on this thing. (Although that was a spectacular damage roll for my blast... RIP, big damage cantrip.)
I don't think so. Being evil at heart, Kayne is willing to catch some allies in a burning hands if they don't take the chance to move, but I wanted to give people plenty of time to get out of the way. That's my only fire damage spell at the moment, other than hellish rebuke, which requires me to get hit by the troll--not something I'd love, to be honest.
Nah, you're good. Maybe this troll decided to hit the gym before the fight? Either way, it's all fine by me. Mistakes happen.
Kayne curses again and fires another bolt from his gauntlet. "Last chance! Clear out from the beast if you can!"
Kayne lets out a hissing tsk and curses at the party. "I can't hit just the troll with you fools in the way!" For the time being, he unleashes just a single blast from his gauntlet, saving the fire until the others at least have a chance to get out of the way. "Clear out long enough for my strike!"
Kayne follows the others, leaving Alighieri in the hall for now. His rapier is drawn in one hand, and his gauntlet is crackling with arcane energy on the other.
"I don't know whether to be more or less concerned at this point," Kayne says. He heaves a sigh and flexes the hand under his gauntlet. "That said, it is an opportunity to exercise my full power... Very well. Let's give this a try. But don't hesitate to fall back if you're getting the worse for wear, particularly if we run out of healing magics." If anyone gives the warlock a second glance at the odd compassion, he shrugs. "It would be something of an inconvenience if I needed to go find new help--er, companions--for this expedition."
"How about not provoking the nasty giant that can tear us to shreds and close its own wounds?" Kayne's voice is dripping with sarcasm, and he waves a hand as soon as anyone looks at him. "Of course. That would be foolish, wouldn't it? Very well."
Kayne turns to Flint and raises a finger to his face. "Shh! No, not a great deal. I could spray it with fire perhaps twice. It may not have occurred to you, but retreat is likely our best option."
"Oh." Kayne stops up short as the group comes upon the creature, and he clears his throat very quiet. "Oh my. We might want to back out very slowly," he whispers, taking a step backwards. "This is a troll. It's no good news, especially when we're already tired."
Hey, I'm here. Just haven't had much to say in here, with just exploring. I'm trying to be better about that, but life has also gotten busier the last few weeks, so this kind of slipped through the cracks. My apologies, and I'll try to post more frequently!
"I don't. I've spent most of my life in halls not so different from these. The sky and wind are overrated, in any case." Kayne sniffs and heaves a sigh, following the others.
Kayne gives up on trying to peg the spider with magic, and he doesn't like the prospects of hacking through webs with a rapier. When Kiril brings the halberd down, though, he sheathes his sword and gives a short clap. "I never once doubted you," he calls to the half-orc. "Lead the way, Spiderbane."
Kayne takes up the rear, and when the spider attacks he tries to get eyes on the situation. "Kiril, duck!" he shouts, bringing up his gauntlet in an attempt to blast the spider with his magic.
I figured I'd let Kiril or Flint take the lead on moving in, since they're our resident meatshield and foolhardy warsinger, respectively.
"Moving back to search elsewhere sounds fair enough. I think we've found everything of interest here." Kayne takes hold of Alighieri's reins and gestures. "Please, after you."
Kayne stares at the ceiling for a short time, ignoring the comments from the peanut gallery, and finally nods. "Indeed, Sandy. A rudimentary enchantment, nothing special, but beyond the perception of the mundane. You're fortunate to have me along to spot such a clue." He turns to regard the others. "It assists with preventing hazardous poisons and blinding substances from working their ills on the room."
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Of course." Kayne wipes his sword clean and sheathes it, moving back to investigate with Flint's... helpful eye.
Kayne follows up his magical assault with a lunge from his rapier, attempting to skewer the rodent that's harrying Brunar.
"Accursed beast! Flint, you're their size--pick on them!"
Still here! And excited for another year of dungeon crawls and party antics.
Kayne is about to investigate the spot Flint suggests, when the rats are revealed. Instead, he raises his gauntlet and discharges a bolt of energy at the closest rodent, blasting it with eldritch might!
"Nothing but the absurdity of the thing itself." The warlock stands and brushes the dust and dirt from his robes as best as he's able. "Without a chimney there's nowhere for the smoke to go, so either the pit is decorative, or whatever lives here doesn't need to breathe clean air. Intriguing either way, and concerning, I suppose." He sniffs and rubs at a spot on his gauntlet.
While Kiril starts making an awful noise and casting about, Kayne moves to examine the curiosity--a fire pit with no chimney. Is it hidden, perhaps? Or is the pit false? Otherwise something that survives in the smoke, or the whole thing an elaborate trap...
Kayne, for his part, doesn't volunteer. Not only do the quiet scheming types not like an overabundance of risk, but the thin scholarly types don't like shoving open heavy doors only to meet some beastly thing on the other side ready to stab them. And where would the party be without his keen tactical acumen? He needed to stay near the rear.
The warlock continues to stare at Kiril, and then a muffled chuckle comes from his scarf, as his eyes twitch up with mirth. "Fair enough. Tarrulean is a fine style, they have some excellent vintages." Kayne seems pleasantly surprised by this revelation.
Kayne also prepares to read his new tome, and when he sees Kiril acting similarly, he stops cold and stares for several seconds. "Kiril, I... are you reading? Can you read? are you reading?" The incredulity is strong.
"A rest seems a fair idea. Reattune your connection, I can keep studying this tome. Good for everyone." Kayne absently polishes a spot on his gauntlet and looks back up to Kiril. "Are you sure tossing the halfling in like that was wise, though? He's a stout fellow, but we don't know what's in there. Maybe you should check."
Once the fight's finished, Kayne finally comes through the small entrance as room is made. "Very well done, boys, ladies. Your tactical acumen and skill at arms are the stuff of legend." He crouches down to inspect the skeletons' remains and glances up. "I feel even safer exploring, knowing I'm accompanied by warriors who don't even need my assistance to overcome a great threat."
"A great deal of fighting, by my look at things--and not enough room for myself to move in and make a difference." The warlock steps back and gestures to the opening with a hand as Gwendolyn speaks up. "By all means, be my guest, if you think you'll fit."
Kayne continues to wait on the other side of the opening, keeping an eye on the chaos just beyond. I hope they survive, some of them at least. It would be a pain to have to find new companions just now.
Kayne gives an exasperated sigh and draws his rapier, but waits to see how things develop--if any skeletons come out through the passage, or if Kiril and Flint make enough room for him to snake in behind them.
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