Kelwyn, with rapier drawn, waits to see what's on the other side of the door.
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Kelwyn keeps an eye behind them, ready to take up the rear.
"Nice work," Kelwyn says to Tony as he looks over the door for traps. As the door swings open, he waits for the others to go through so he can take up the rear.
"I do hope whatever is in the chest is well worth it and that we can do this without further bloodshed," Keliwyn says as he eyes the door Vaelus is pointing at.
"Mind the fleas," Kelwyn says as, with a look of disgust, he searches the big rat man's body.
As the large rat man drops to the ground, Kelwyn grimaces as he mutters the word, "vermin," and moves to thrust his rapier deep into the creatures back. Rapier
Kelwyn jumps off the stairs and moves directly behind boss rat opposite from Tony while thrusting with his rapier. if needed
Kelwyn draws a dagger and throws it at boss rat. Dagger
Kelwyn contemplates moving past Jesset and using his skill to try and get by some of the ratmen so he can engage them, but he holds his ground behind his Litorian friend.
Kelwyn follows Jesset's lead and runs after him, following close on his heels.
Trying to ignore the whispers as best he can, Kelwyn returns to the next room, this time with Tony and Jesset.
"There's a very musty and filthy room through that arch on the left, and it looks like the only way out of there is a staircase on the northwestern wall."
"Well, this just went from being a fun little jaunt into something more serious," Kelwyn says as he draws his rapier. With a glance at Victoria, he adds, "Let's just hope that when the Knights of the Pale shut this place down they left the All-Key here, that we can find it, and get out relatively easily."
A sobered up Kelwyn returns to the group. "This place is . . . Interesting," he says, "and I think I may be hearing voices. Regardless, the inside looks to be as much as a mess as the outside."
Kelwyn moves into the courtyard and then the archway to the left.
"That's quite the house," Kelwyn says as he looks over the place for anything unusual.
"Yes, let's," Kelwyn says. "I could use some fresh air."
Kelwyn make the rounds of the room, and can be seen spending a significant amount of time drinking with one well scarred Shoal Elf in particular. After sometime and numerous drinks, Kel rejoins the group. Although he has the blood shot eyes and slightly unsteady gait of someone who has been drinking too much, his face also sports a grin. "I think I may have a lead," he says. "According to the Shoal Elf I was drinking with, the last to hold the All-Key was a cult known as the Crimson Coil. No one is sure who they worshipped, but they supposedly kept it in their now abandoned base, a former brothel known as Pythoness House in Oldtown."
Once back at the Ghostly Minstrel, Kelwyn works the room, buying beers and slapping backs while talking to people and prodding them for knowledge of the All Key.
"Back to the Minstrel? We owe Kelwyn some drinks." Orsal offers "Not a bad idea," Kelwyn says. "Surely someone there knows of this key."
"Neverin's All Key?" Kelwyn says out loud, but more to himself than to his friends.
"I can't say that I've heard of it or would have any idea where to find it."
After more than a few minutes pass, Kelwyn mutters something in elvish under his breath, and then looks at Victoria and Tony and shakes his head. "I don't know about you, but I've never seen anything so difficult," he says. As Victoria speaks, he takes a step back and after she's done he says, "It must be magically locked with some strong enchantment."
"Let me have a look," Kelwyn volunteers. With that, he crouches down and looks over the lock for any traps. After he's done with his examination, he pulls a slim tool kit from out of his jerkin and gets to work trying to pick it.
"Gentlemen," Kelwyn says as he turns to his companions and bows low, and then, glancing at Victoria with a raised eyebrow, he adds, "and lady."
Kelwyn shrugs off the rain as he leads his companions in a short jog to catch up to the ogres. When he's within twenty feet he pulls back his hood and calls out, "Hello! You there! Kellisan Faymar has sent us to meet you! You've done a good and Mr. Faymar said he's so impressed with your service, that there's an extra twenty in gold in it for the each of you. He told us to tell you he'll find you at the usual place tomorrow," with a flourish and a bow he adds, "Now just leave the chest with us and well take it from here."
"We could try telling them that this Kellisan Faymar sent us to retrieve the chest from them, and I'd be happy to be the one to do so, but my guess is this is going to get ugly," Kelwyn says as he loosens his rapier in its scabbard. "Maybe some of us should get in front of them in case a fight breaks out, so we can come at them from two sides."
"Jesset? Everything alright?"
"Ah, but I can't help but think of the expression 'Mad as an ogre.'" Kelwyn says with a grin.
We probably should have put some thought into how this is going to go down, Kelwyn thinks to himself as he contemplates just how inebriated his companions might be, and wondering if they would even be partaking in such a venture if more sober. After all, the markets were full of shady merchants of all sorts, and stealing from a thief was still stealing. "So how are we suppose to do this," he asks of no one in particular. "Are we simply going to ask them to let us see what they're carrying? Ogres can be so dull witted and single minded. That's not likely to go over well."
As the group makes its way through the streets, the rain pouring down, Kelwyn pulls his hood up. This should be interesting, he thinks, I've certainly lifted a few items off of others' hands in my time, but never as part of a group and only rarely involving bloodshed. I wonder if these ogres could be talked out of their prize? Stepping over a particularly deep looking puddle, the elf rogue keeps his eyes on the street, looking for any sign of the Watch's patrols or anything unusual.
"My thoughts exactly, Tony," Kelwyn says to his friend. "Nothing like a woman scorned."
"It could just be a rumor," Kelwyn suggests, "and if it was reported to the authorities, no good would likely come of it. Even if it was true, if confronted, the man would likely just deny it."
Kelwyn looks from Doran to Orsal and back to Doran. "Can't say that I know him," he says as he makes a mental note of the name and reputation.
"Kellisan Faymar? Hmmm . . . "
"It's good to see someone else an enjoy a good whisky, and I think I'll join you in that," Kelwyn says with a nod of approval at Victoria as he turns, looking for a barmaid.
Kelwyn continues to pass the time, eating and drinking and enjoying the company.
"Tony, my friend, that seems like much too much trouble for a kiss!" Kelwyn teases. "Swordsmanship isn't the only skill that grows rusty without practice." Nodding at Vaelus' toast, he says, "To freedom!" and clinking mugs, he adds, "and to old friends and new!" Turning to Orsal and Doran, he nods toward Ilumater and explains, "This young man, whom you may recognize from the Bull & the Bear armory, is enamored with stories of swordplay and romance. As such, our friend Tony may be his biggest inspiration."
"Ha! True enough, Vaelus! Truth be told, I've avoided the pistes to avoid humiliation at the hands of our friend here," Kelwyn says teasingly as he gestures to Tony. Thumping his empty mug to the table, he eyes over the room, looking for anything unusual. As the large litorian approaches and takes a seat, Kelwyn greets him, "Good to see you Jesset, and a Happy New Year to you, my litorian friend!"
"Vaelus! Good to see you my friend," Kelwyn says, "and good to see you're here drinking and not working. Come, join us!" As Gorti finishes her speech, Kelwyn makes way for the empty table in the back, greeting people with hugs and handshakes all the way. Clearly, he's in his element, for he seems to know everyone. Looking on, an observer would see a well polished and put together young man with his hair pulled back in a deliberate effort to accent his elven ears and features. He wears refined clothes with intricate elvish designs, polished boots and a finely crafted brooch holding his cloak.
"Of course I know the Mad Clam! How's Meelyn? As volatile as ever?" Without waiting for an answer, the elf continues, "I'm Kelwyn and these are some friends," he says, making introductions. As he finishes, he greets yet another person, "Antonio! Good to see you!" Turning back to everyone, he gestures for them to follow. "Come, let us get out of this rain and fill our bellies with drink in celebration of the New Year and good friends gathered!"
"Who is tall-dark-and-brooding over there? Is he with you?" "Not yet," the elf replies with a wink of his own. "You there, he says, pointing to the half orc in the long coat. "You look familiar to me. Do I know you?" Without waiting for an answer he gestures and adds, "Come join us!"
"Well met, Doran. I'm Kelwyn," he says taking the large Aram's hand. At the sound of a familiar voice, he turns and greets Victoria. "Hello, my dear. It's been sometime since I've see you, and it's good to see a familiar face on a night such as this."
Smiling despite the weather, Kelwyn walks toward the Ghostly Minstrel, eager to get out of the rain and enjoy some company. Coming upon a small gathering, he calls out, "Greetings, friends," as he looks for familiar faces. "Happy New Year to all! Anyone headed to the 'Minstrel?"
Taking in the beautiful day, Kelwyn strides across Delver's Square. Stopping only to give a copper to a beggar, he swings open the door to the Ghostly Minstrel. As his eyes adjust to the dimmer light of the interior, he makes his way to the bar. "Hello, Zade," he says in greeting to the bartender. "How about a glass of wine?" As he eyes over the other patrons he pulls a harrow deck from a pocket, and adds, with a smile "And maybe a friendly game of Towers?"
This is Billzabub's elf rogue that I've enjoyed playing in the past and that I'm reskinning for fourth level and need to add the mythic stuff. I think he'd be a great fit and I enjoy playing him - especially the role playing side of things. I'm very geeked about a Ptolus game and so glad to see something that isn't just a PFS scenario or a long, drawn out adventure path by pbp.
Kelwyn's first impression is that of a well polished and put together young man in the human equivalent of his late twenties. His hair is usually pulled back in a deliberate effort to accent his elven ears and features. He wears well maintained clothes with intricate elvish designs, polished boots and a finely crafted brooch holding his cloak. In general, everything Kelwyn does is well though out - including how he dresses. Although he has a few choice items and impeccably maintains his clothes, it is all done so as to allow him to interact with a wide range of people, from the common worker in the typical pub, to members of royalty and society. As a person, Keliwyn is very friendly and seemingly forthright. He is always sympathetic and willing to listen to people's opinions and problems, even if only calculated so as to gain their trust. He is, quite often, the smiling, happy guy in the pub willing to buy drinks for complete strangers, quick with a pat on the back, and willing to help those in need. Kelwyn is employed by a powerful elven family as a problem solver of sorts. Kelwyn likes to act behind the scenes, gather information, and generally keep tabs on what's going on arounds the city and amongst its people. Depending on one's inclination, he could be considered a man about town, a dashing rogue, an intelligence officer, or spy. |