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Kent looks at the TV, then Dalton. "Not that it'll matter. When do you think the next time is they'll win a World Series? I doubt it'll be for another thirty years at this rate. How much worse could he make it?" It'd been a while since Kent had watched baseball; his son had liked it years ago, but it'd never been his favorite. He watched the rerun for a bit before letting out a groan. "Why don't we take care of our business and get out of here? I can't really feel my skin and I still feel dirty."

Is anyone else experiencing a weird issue when trying to preview your posts? I can't actually preview to see my rolls when I go to post.

Kent looks over just as the others start to comment, then nods when he spies the same. "I see 'em too. You're probably right, we ought to get inside. Whoever they are, if they have business with us they can damn well handle it inside."

Perception+Alertness: 5d10 ⇒ (6, 8, 6, 7, 8) = 35

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I kind of got lost on what we were doing and I'm just not sure what Kent would be doing here anyway. I'll do my best to get caught up, though. I'm just having trouble finding good reasons for Kent to be involved here.

A heads up for all my games; I'm going to be camping from Monday to Wednesday, so I won't be able to post. I should have Internet on my phone, but posting from my phone is a real chore (even ignoring the logout issue I still have on mobile) so I will be silent for a few days. I may keep up if I can get Paizo to reliably work on my phone, but if not I'll catch up when I get back.

Yeah, I'm having the same sort of problem. Kent is... not all that personable, and would definitely feel uneasy in a situation like this. I'm just not really sure what to do with him at the moment. It hasn't helped that I've been traveling quite a bit and so I haven't had time to post in the last week or so.

Hey guys, this is a blanket notice going out to all of my games here on the boards. While I am thankfully outside the path of Hurricane Harvey, current projections for Hurricane Irma are sending it barreling up the coast of Florida to sweep much of the eastern coast of the United States. As I live directly on the ocean, I'm already gearing up for a potential evacuation at the moment. While hopefully all I get is a lot of rainfall, it's likely that by the time Irma hits Maryland it will still be at least a Category 3 storm, if not worse. I will have my laptop and such in the case of an evacuation, but I likely won't be able to post with any real schedule or frequency. Moreover, given that I live more or less directly on the ocean, it's more likely than not that if I'm forced to evacuate there will not be a home for me to come back to after the storm passes. The island is not built to withstand that kind of storm, and the last time something anywhere near that deadly swept through, it made an inlet where there used to be a road. My point being, if I'm hit by the hurricane it's very likely I will be off the boards for a long while, or at least my posting will be sparse and intermittent.

I'm sure I'm not the only one following the storm on the news, but I'll do my best to keep everyone updated on my status. It's likely the storm, if it hits me at all, will make landfall here early next week. If you see on the news that the storm has hit Maryland and you don't hear from me, that's probably why. I just wanted to put this message up now as I'm prone to losing power during storms and I didn't want to leave anyone hanging.

Thanks for understanding,
Jon

"Yeah, really brimming with confidence here." Kent just shrugs and follows the others, putting his hands in his pockets. He thought silently to himself that the heavy flannel shirt at least helped to disguise how little he cared about the cold, but he had a feeling Lodin wouldn't be quite so happy about his less than formal attire compared to some of the others. He'd never taken much to the 'night life', so to speak. He played the game enough to fly under the radar, and that certainly wasn't where he was now. 'You let the blood get to your head again,' he thought to himself. He'd been riding high on the rush from confronting Juggler, he hadn't paused to think. He just hoped he'd come out of this with enough credit that he wouldn't have to worry about Kindred politics for another long while afterward.

"Good question. I guess we're heading for Lodin, then?" Kent has largely stayed silent, staring at the door Juggler left through. His mouth twitches again and you can see a hint of fangs, but soon after he regains his composure. "Politics aren't my forte, so I'm more than happy to let someone else do the talking, unless you need me for something."

So, as I said I'm admittedly new to this edition of the game, but I never saw any real rules for purchasing? I'm assuming Kent has a car, but I never really looked into it.

Kent looks as one of the others goes after Juggler, and for a second he makes to follow him. However, he stays and listens to Modius speak. 'You came here to keep yourself out of debt to anyone... you take on this favor, they'll probably leave you alone for another decade.' Kent steps forward and raises a hand. "I'll go as well. It's close enough, shouldn't be a problem for me."

Kent just keeps the scowl on his face, then pokes Juggler sharply in the chest with one finger. "You make some dangerous assumptions," he growls, then turns to leave. "I play this game enough to not rock the boat, that's it. You come in here and start stirring sh*t up, it makes my life difficult. You're pushing your luck." Kent then stalks off, cracking his knuckles to take his mind off the obnoxious guest. When Modius emerges, he hopes it's about time to leave before Juggler pipes up again. Kent bites his tongue for the most part, but finally speaks up when Juggler mentions violence.

"Oh, shut your mouth, you slimy little whelp. I'm tired of you running your mouth. If you think you have the power to do anything of consequence, you'd do it. But you don't. You won't start a fight in Elysium, because you know you'll lose. You come here and make threats in Elysium because you know no one expects you to follow through. You can get away with it, and look like a big-shot." Kent stops for a moment, feeling his mouth twist into a snarl. His face twitches for a moment before he calms himself a bit, feeling his roiling vitae settle within him. Still, his fingers twitch as if his claws wanted to erupt from beneath his skin without his input. "You want to prove you're not all talk? Take five steps outside that door, and you can show everyone you mean business. Otherwise, shut up and quit your posturing. I'm sick of it." Kent rolls his shoulders, and steps forward once with his arms spread. "What'll it be? You going to put your money where your mouth is, or crawl away with your tail between your legs?"

'Good job, Kent... you barely know who this guy is. He might be able to rip your heart out of your chest. So much for curbing your temper...'

Unfortunately, Kent has a short fuse.

"Hey, watch it!" When the lights flicker back on, Kent immediately notices the huge man towering over most of the others. Before he has a chance to say anything though, he spots Juggler off near the mystery guest. He stomps over and stares at the anarch, his eyes narrowed. "What the hell is going on here? Pulling sh*t like this... I don't know what he owes you to let you get away with this." Kent sticks one finger in Juggler's face. "But you're pissing me off, and I don't owe you a damn thing."

"Are you insane? How do you plan on explaining this to the cops?" Kent is about to continue the line of questioning when the lights shut off, and Kent lets out a low growl. "Nope, I've had enough of this." Even Kent can't see through the pitch darkness, but he tilts his head up into the air and breathes deeply through his nose. He gives a few sniffs of the air before he does his best to hunt out Juggler by scent instead of sight and head out after him onto the dance floor. He pushes his way through Kindred and mortal alike, following his nose until he finds the anarch in the crowd.

Wits + Awareness: 5d10 ⇒ (2, 1, 7, 10, 8) = 28

Kent has Acute Sense of Smell, so I figured he'd do his best to track Juggler down on the dance floor and figure out what's going on. He's also get Acute Vision, but I didn't figure that'd be useful if it's pitch black.

"Damn kids," Kent mutters, starting to head to the CD player. When someone else heads for it though, he instead just hangs back and rolls up his sleeves. He thinks for a moment about heading out onto the dance floor, then just shrugs to himself. Not his problem. When Shane comments to Modius on his cleverness, Kent scoffs loudly. Even he knew there was no saving face from this.

Kent just folds his arms across his chest, waiting to see what the Prince has to say.

I would prefer Chicago as I mentioned in PM, since his bar would be nearby.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy he's gone. Beckett's made enough enemies, myself included. I don't need his reputation dragging me down, and I'm sure as hell glad no one seems to think I know where to find him. I'll be happy if I never see his ugly mug again. Still, I find it odd that he hasn't... turned up. He was working on something here before we had a falling out, and I'm surprised he hasn't come back to finish it. It doesn't seem like him." Kent looks at Michael with an expression close to pity, and sighs. "Poor kid. Doesn't seem like he deserved something like this, the condition he's in."

"The old bastard certainly likes to keep to himself, yes." Kent scowls noticeably when the Prince mentions Beckett; it seems he and his sire aren't on excellent terms. He folds his arms across his chest and lets out a low grumble. "I imagine he's got his nose stuck in a book somewhere, reading nonsense. I'd love to think he hasn't come around because of me, but he probably just can't be bothered." Kent also notices the man who wandered in, and watches him closely. He starts to say something before Dalton says it first, and instead just watches the boy to make sure he doesn't cause a scene.

Perception + Alertness: 5d10 ⇒ (9, 1, 9, 10, 4) = 33

Since you didn't mention it, should I assume I have no Blood Bond to Beckett? It... doesn't really seem his style to bind me like that, and given that we're at odds with each other it doesn't make a ton of sense that he would have Bound me. I just want to make sure on this.

"Oh, nevermind. It seems he's made his appearance. It looks like our introductions will have to wait." Kent gives Dalton a nod and retracts his hand, heading over toward Modius. Once he's closer, he takes care to make sure no prying mortals are around before he speaks. "Good evening Prince Modius, I certainly hope the night has found you well. It's been quite a while since we last spoke; it's nice to make your acquaintance again." Kent's tone isn't one of derision but it is certainly isn't subservience either. "I've yet to hear any news of my sire, if you intend to ask. Not that I've done much looking."

Intelligence+Etiquette: 2d10 ⇒ (7, 8) = 15

Not at all!

I thought I wrote that he muttered it (as in, more of an aside that no one around him was going to hear) but I didn't. Still, it feels a little fitting since Kent isn't exactly as in-tune with the way things work as other characters may be.

"Huh? Didn't realize I said that so loud that you could've heard it. Apologies, friend." He looks around and lowers his voice, such that passersby won't hear him. "I don't believe we've met, my name's Kent." He extends a hand toward Dalton. "Any chance you could point me toward our... mutual friend? Or is he busy at the moment?"

"Sh*t, looks like I showed up late to the party." Kent takes off his black overcoat and hands it off to one of the butlers, and underneath it his clothing doesn't look much nicer than that of the union goons providing security. His flannel shirt is tucked in and the blue jeans have been exchanged for black slacks, but it's clear he isn't much for the type of gathering being thrown tonight. "Now, where the Hell is the Prince? If I don't find him before too long he'll figure I've slighted him, and that's not a conversation I much feel like having." Kent takes a look around, hoping he can catch sight of either the prince or at least someone who could direct him.

I'm a little lost as to where everyone is in the manse, so I figured it was easier to do it this way to avoid confusion.

Hello everyone! I think it was mentioned that I'd be in later, and here I am! Kent is a rough-and-tumble kind of guy and has reluctantly re-entered Kindred politics at large after a fight with his sire several years ago. His sire was not part of the Camarilla (although he is) and his siring caused some problems; he wasn't killed due to some political favors but ever since then has done his best to remain on the good side of the Prince while maintaining minimal contact. However, such things never last, and he's back in the thick of things despite his best efforts.

PS: I'm new to this system; I've played NWoD but never this. It's similar but I'm unfamiliar with certain things so feel free to correct me if I screw anything up.

This still a thing that's gonna happen, or are you still figuring what you'd rather run?

Personally, I'm more interested in pirates at the moment; I'm already in one Western-themed game with Loup and with his Deadlands game coming back I'm afraid I might get a little tired of it.

Gonna use this profile, haven't gotten around to building quite yet.

We've been quiet here, are the three of us down to play a homebrew style game, still?

Hmm... maybe? Another thing I like about Kent is being good-aligned, as a lot of my characters are morally ambiguous. They work for the good guys, but they're the "ends justify the means" person in the party more often than not. I could play another character, but as I said he's a very nice break away from my normal playing field. If this is the sort of game where we'd be like, "honorable thieves" though, I could roll with that.

Urban games are fun, but a traditional sort of story is neat too. I will definitely be sticking with Kent; he's a very big break from the kinds of characters I usually play, and I enjoy that. I'm often the Rogue of the group, so Kent being the brash idiot that he is that charges into battle in a brazen fury is fun.

This is a personal thing, but if I can help it I don't like starting at level 1. For me, a good starting level is anywhere between 3-7; you aren't all powerful yet, but you've gotten to the point where builds are coming together and you can take some hits and dish them out.

I would like to stick with Kent, but I'm not opposed to other people switching up characters if they wanted to. Would we still be operating on Golarion, or would it be a homebrew setting, too?

If you're more comfortable going full homebrew, I'm also willing to do that. Homebrew doesn't get a ton of love on the boards, so I don't get to play in it much as I'm the Pathfinder DM in my IRL group.

Yeah, I guess my point there was I'm indifferent to the rate, I'll go with the flow on this one. I'm fine with games that move at any pace, and I'll post at any rate you guys want to, I just want it to be regular. If I have to choose, I'd prefer to not move the fastest as I am involved in a lot of games on here and having them all move at a more leisurely pace is kind of nice.

I don't really mind games that move a little slower, as long as it's a slow and steady posting rate. A few of my games move at a pretty leisurely pace, but we all know that's how the game is going and the posting is still consistent on a week by week basis. That said, I'll also move fast if other people want to. I just want the game to move at a nice, consistent pace as we go forward.

I'm happy to go with the group consensus. It'd be nice to keep this story going, but if you think it'd be easier to run you through something homebrewed then I will stick around for that, for sure. I'd even be happy with taking a break so we could work out how to make RotRL work a little better as an AP in terms of story-telling and other problems we're facing, if people want to keep going with this.

I'd love to keep it going, if we can pick up this posting rate. Depending on where the GM is--I checked his aliases, he has posted recently--I'd love to see why we're moving so slow or if there's anything we're clearly missing or something.

Same problem as well, we have no idea where to go and we haven't got much left to use, and I'm really not sure where we're going with this anymore. I was excited for this because I've actually never read RotRL or played it, but since it's slowed down so much... I just don't know where this is going. We get a post maybe once 1-2 weeks, and I'm not sure it's worth watching anymore.

I believe that's the plan, yes.

"Where are we supposed to go, then? This ain't exactly m'expertise, Mary. I'm a lot better at solvin'... physical problems. Goblins I can deal with, bandits or somethin' of that sort? But this... I haven't got the faintest clue 'bout where to go next, I'm afraid." Kent leans against the side of a building, cracking his knuckles as he talks. "If people need help around town though, I suppose that ain't a bad idea t'look into."

"Yeah... sure," Kent says, shrugging. He finishes off his food, setting his mug on the counter. "Let's go, then, and get this horse sh*t over with, shall we?" He stands up from the bar, and pushes through the doorway into the street. "I guess we'll just go door to door? I'd assume they all went back t' their homes..."

"Not much, just t'local tongues. I picked up Elven from my mother, but I'd venture I'm prob'y a little rusty." Kent starts to shovel food into his mouth, still quite groggy. "Y'sure this is gonna turn anything up? Maybe whoever did this just had an odd accent..."

Ugh, sorry guys. I've had some stuff going on, I keep forgetting we're waiting on me.

Kent spends the night in Ameiko's room, not sleeping very soundly. He tosses and turns for most of the night, uncomfortable not only because the room isn't his or unfamiliar, but also because of the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He awakens groggily the next morning, coming down the stairs and looking pretty bad. "Well, I know I'd prob'ly prefer eatin' some breakfast 'fore anything else," Kent mumbles, plopping down in a seat. "Other'n that, what's there to do? I know Mary wants t'see if she can figure out what language they were speakin', but I'm not gonna be much help with that."

I've been waiting on the GM to post, but then I realized I didn't actually ask Ameiko the question about lodging.

"I don't speak much out'ta the ordinary, so I doubt I'd be much help with figurin' all that out." Kent downs the rest of his pint before sliding it towards Ameiko for a refill. "I'd guess... you've probably heard the news about my smithy. I know you gotta run yer business an' all, but any chance I could get a room for a while? I'd pay ya an' all, but I don't exactly have anywhere to ply my trade..." Kent sighs, choking back any signs of other emotions; evidently, he's not drunk enough for that yet. "It wouldn' be for long, just until I could get started on, well, rebuildin'."

Kent shoulders his way through the door, before slumping his large form down at the bar. "I need a drink," he says, tossing a few silver pieces down on the table in front of him. "Gimme a pint, or two, alright? Don't ask questions." He leans heavily on the bar, grimacing while he cracks his knuckles. "What's the strongest ya got?"

"My thoughts exactly, g#~ d%@ned Sczarni think they're gonna burn down my smithy and taunt me 'bout it? Bloody bastards'll think twice 'bout that once I introduce m'fist to their teeth." Clearly still angry, Kent continues towards the Rusty Dragon. He stops for a moment as Tas mentions the accents, something he'd forgotten those trapped had mentioned about their assailants. Kent stops in the streets, wheeling around towards the others. "Wait, accents? They weren't... they didn't have no accents, least none that're uncommon 'round here. Then someone's willin' to pin the blame on 'em, thinkin' I'd lose my temper and get a few stab wounds for my trouble." Kent brings a hand up to his chin, stroking his thin chinstrap beard. "Who in the Hells..."

"I'll... I'm fine with m'own room, thanks. My father would'a said it ain't gentlemanly, and also I'd rather just sleep by m'self. Not that you ain't a nice woman and all, Mary, but I don't think that's what yer offerin' and it's not really what I'd be lookin' for even if ya were." Kent keeps walking until he runs into Tsakua and Luminita, still grimacing. "Gods damned thugs think they can run the town while Hemlock's away, burn down my f*ckin' house and get away with it? Lousy sons'a b*tches won't know what's coming for 'em when I'm ready." He shoots them a look, but otherwise doesn't elaborate.

"I... you..." Kent shakes his head angrily, and then slams his fist into the wall beside him. He growls, and then looks at Mary. "Fine. We'll figure it out later... and I'll be back. This ain't addin' up, and I ain't lettin' this go." Kent wheels around and stalks out the door, grumbling under his breath. "We can just... I'll figure it out. I'll get a room at the Rusty Dragon, I guess."

So, Kent's gonna wait to do anything until he hears from the boss in response to Mary. If he tells us to screw off, Kent'll just leave and be really angry about it. If not, he'll listen to what he has to say.

"Tracks led here, and I've been here long enough t'know that anyone campin' out in the back of the Fatman's Feedbag prob'ly deserves a good thrashing." Kent stands his ground, but stops moving closer to the table. "They either work for ya or they came through 'ere. If it was you, I've got proof'a arson an' murder; if not, ain't it convenient the tracks lead right to this 'ere door?" Kent looks at Mary and Tas, almost like he's about to back away, but instead takes a step towards the table. His stance isn't threatening, but it's certainly determined.

"Y'think anyone's gonna buy it wasn't you? Not without me standing here, they ain't. Hemlock may not like me, but he ain't gonna begrudge me nothin' after someone burned down my smithy. Who came through here, and where'd they go? The mayor already knows I'm here, and if I go missin' before Hemlock gets back... they'll know where t'look, won't they?"