Saul Vancaskerkin

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He/Him Ancient Elf Male Elf | Cloistered Cleric 1 | ♥️ 24/24| AC 15 | F +4 R +5 W +10 | Perc (T) +8 | Speed: 30 | ☘️: 1 | Focus Points: | ◆ | Senses: Low-Light Vision

Hey folks, I loved everyone's distractions - perfectly mad and inspired. Great job and I hope I get the chance to play in another "let's cause chaos" scenario with y'all again soon.

I wanted to post my "idea" for the slaver ship here, so we can see what everyone thinks and what the odds are that we can get away with it. Or, kindly inform me this plan's not likely to work.

The quick rundown:

- We handle the Overmarket and try to make a minimum of fuss. If possible, we blame any funny business on the slavers.

- We use this opportunity in the Overmarket to Gather Information and see if we can figure out who Safa's master is. We know it's someone rich enough to own a genie, that this genie's name is Safa, and that they consider Azam ibn Bashemi a rival. Hopefully this is enough (or maybe even more than enough) to figure out this guy's identity.

- We anonymously tip off Avisha al-Isman of the Satrapian Guard (or one of his flunkies) that Tadrun, the captain of the Swift Huntress, is responsible for sabotaging Azam's feast at the behest of [insert name of Safa's master here, assuming we get it].

- OPTIONAL: Find a way to lure Safa's master to the docks at the same time we're going to be there confronting the slavers and/or letting the Satrapian Guard confront the slavers. Open to ideas here!

- We let chaos unfold between the Guard and the slavers. MEANWHILE, our stealthier and stronger party members sneak aboard the slaver boat, free the captives, and dump any lingering slavers they find overboard. THEN, rig the ship for full sail, untether the boat, and let it sail at full speed out to sea, hopping overboard into the harbor at the first available opportunity. Or hell, maybe we let the freed slaves sail it to wherever the hell they feel like.

What does everyone think?


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Automaton Thaumaturge 3; PER: +7; Fort +8, Ref +8, Will +7; AC 21 (22); HP 35/35; SPD 20'

Diligent Tangent’s eye turns a lovely shade of pink as it turns to face Val. ”It is very kind of you to open your home to us and these brave souls, child. Thank you. I, too, will stay here tonight, if it is acceptable. The idea of leaving Khonnir in this state is one that I personally cannot abide.”

Glancing toward Stødig, it adds, ”I would not think to speak for Stødig in this matter, but I would personally calculate a 99.67% chance that he will choose to remain on guard for some time where he is at current.” Almost without pausing, the Tangent adds, ”The 0.37% represents that salted pork you bought in Hajoth Hokados, which may give you digestive issues. I recognize you felt it was ‘fine’ but I suspect that android who sold it to you was suffering a temporary cognition fault as to its freshness.”

Alpha-47 wrote:


Looking to Diligent Tangent, "Interesting to see another creation, though, our internal components are different. How long have you been operational? As far as I can tell I am the 47th incarnation to inhabit this body.”

Diligent Tangent regards Alpha-47 with a thoughtful sort of idleness, its head cocking a bit to the side as its eye turns blue once again. ”This one apologizes… ‘incarnation’? I am not sure I follow. Do you mean that this is your forty-seventh body, or you are the forty-seventh being to inhabit it? I must confess that fathoming either implication is… a bit beyond my capabilities.”

It looks a bit pensive as Khonnir continues to idly poke and prod at its eye from his bed. ”As to your other query… that one’s not easy to answer either, I’m afraid. Not just because I’m somewhat uncertain exactly how long I’ve existed, but also… well. The possible answers I could give, I’ve found, can cause some to feel a bit of… agitation. Fear, sometimes. Other times… well. I find it more expedient simply to say ‘a very, very long time.’”

Khonnir’s latest poke causes the Tangent’s eye to flicker violently and to go out completely. ”Please don’t do that, young sir,” it implores him softly and patiently. ”Or I fear there shan’t be any ice cream.”


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Hi there - I shot DoctorEvil a DM last night and he mentioned there's (possibly) an available slot for this game? I'd love to join though it's been a WHILE since I've played pBp.

I've got an Automaton Thaumaturge I could play? The concept has been rattling around mny brain for quite some time. I've been reading backward and the last fight looks like it was really rough! I was thinking the Thaumaturge's Esoteric Knowledge and weakness exploitation could help, and I can make the character fairly tanky to boot.