Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
With regret I'm going to drop out of my only pbp. While our posting frequency has dropped pretty low, the 2nd module itself might be part of the reason. I'm not quite sure it translates well to a pbp, just my opinion. My main reason is that my interest in the hobby has dwindled (partly due to lack of RLgames in my area). It's hard for me to let go after 30+ years of great gaming, and I had more fun with Merax than I've had for awhile now.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar follows Caldazar's example, at least until Lady Tillernos begins anew with her mindless drivel. Then his thoughts turn to a more entertaining fantasy of unmaking her.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar's patience begins to wear thin as he waits for the next course of this dinner. Leaning over to Caldazar, he whispers. "How many more dinner courses are to be expected? Quite frankly, I'm astonished at how much food and drink these nobles can consume without succumbing to sleep. Surely they will not be able to keep this up much longer."
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
By the Rough Beast, will this dinner ever end? At this pace I will be the one unmade, laid low by an inanimate haunch of venison.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
"Lady Tillernos, being corrupted by you sounds sinfully delightful . Would you know of a more intimate place in this manse that we may explore such a possibility?" Merax adds a mischievous look for good measure. I could use this wench as an excuse to look around the place for myself.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Merax continues to flirt with the Tillernos strumpet, hoping for more information on House Carthage. "Are you one of my adoring fans, my beautiful Sascar? If so, I would be most honored." He seals it with a sly smile and pours her another drink.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
After the course, Meraxilar begins to mingle with the more intoxicated guests, attempting to discreetly steer the conversation toward gaining information about his sister.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar gets up courteously as his sister leaves with some of the other guests.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Perception : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Oblivious to the lady in the blue dress, Merax continues to watch his sister. He tries to make it obvious (to her) but decides he wait until she gets up before attempting to speak with her.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Knowledge History: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Fortitude (DC15): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Seeing Petronicus shaken, he walks over to assist him to the dinner table with a smirk. "Trembling already, Mr. Crispin? Dinner hasn't even started yet. Have a drink or two, liquid courage as they say." Going on the assumption that my long lost sister is important enough to be at our table, If not I'll take a seat between Pollux and Tal instead. After maneuvering himself next to Sachia Carthage patiently (oddly enough), Merax waits until all of the women have been seated at the table before he sits. After looking over the course, Meraxilar helps himself to some beef marrow fritters, a haunch of the Axebeak, and a small piece of the smoked Gar. Looking over to Mayor Aberian, "Now this is an exquisite meal. My compliments on your excellent tastes, Lord Mayor."
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar gazes around the room to see if he recognizes anyone from almost two decades ago.
Merax's knuckles whiten before he realizes he's gripping his axe handle that hard as he finally notices his long lost sister as well as the other woman with her. He grabs another drink as he gets a little closer feigning interest in the conversations of the attending nobles.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar arrives by coach during Petronicus's performance, dressed in the garb of Tybain once more. He gives the stage name of Xarem Rail to the one making the announcements.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Tal Bernard Mainz wrote:
"Unless you have contacts in certain noble houses, no." Merax walks to the stove, "There will be soup this evening, will there not?" With that, you get the impression that any discussion about his first task has been ended.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Merax pours another for his host. "My personal endeavor has only met with failure. I have been working on another.... Task." With that, you notice a rather disturbing gleam in his eyes.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
An uninvited Meraxilar arrives at Tal's the night before this mayoral feast, "I have heard whispers in dark places that there might be soup here, Tal." Upon seeing Lily through the kitchen door with a fork to Petronicus' chest, his eyes narrow slightly. "It would appear that Mr. Crispin might have offended your wife, Gorumite. I would be honored if you would let me take out the refuse for you." He says half jokingly, as his one-handed grip tightens on his axe. You notice that Merax seems to be in somewhat good spirits, which is somewhat alarming. He leans his axe on the wall by the door, takes a seat at the table, then pours himself a drink of whatever is available.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Merax looks around at the old Bastards of Erebus lair, with his disciple in tow. "Yes, this will do nicely, Rovari." Looking for her reaction to all the dried blood, he continues through the tunnels. "Many were unmade down here recently, some at my hands. This city festers still under an iron willed order. Here there is now serenity from the chaos we wrought. You will never again be compelled to follow any such order, and you will bring this to those deserving before long. Savor this moment, this is the place of your rebirth." Pleased with himself, Meraxilar continues with his inspection.... Great idea to use this place Tark. I'd forgotten about it. I even like the furnishings. ;)
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Answering the messenger at the door, Merax reads the invitation and gives the man a murderous look after reading the costume request. "Tell your masters that Xarem Rail will return as Tybain once more." Merax slams the door in the messenger's face. The next morning, he heads to the Children of Westcrown's lair to meet with his new disciple. "From this moment, you are Rovari Rail, my daughter. I will teach you the Unmaking, you will follow this path no matter how dark it gets and you will persevere. Come now child, gather your things, you will be staying with me." For the next few days, Merax will not answer any summons or meet with the group as he unmakes the girl in every aspect save death itself and begins her training in the ways of the Rough Beast.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Merax stays silent letting the others as the important questions. He begins thinking about how much unwanted attention he will get being invited to the Mayor's house. The house of Zoon fell long ago but many noble houses have notoriously long memories. If my sister's house is not represented at this gathering, this will be for nothing. Looking at Ailyn, he speaks via the Message spell. "Just out of curiosity Ailyn, would you know what noble houses are regularly invited to the Mayor's gatherings?"
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar takes the seat at the table that provides the most tactical view of the bar should more trouble arise. In one smooth motion, he relaxes his grip slightly allowing his axe's weight to drop its head downward and bury itself a half inch into the floor with the handle upright beside his seat within easy reach.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
"I'll take my leave, I have a task or two that needs seeing to. I'll meet with you at Tal's this evening." Assuming no one has further use of me, Merax will walk to the Children of Westcrown's lair, passing the Carthage estate once more on the way. Unless the Rack stops me from leaving because the Mayor isn't done with us, Ill try and rendezvous with others at Tal's before Nightfall.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Merax watches Petronicus's asmodean mannerism, but stays silent, with a look of amusement mixed with mistrust on his face. "We should put him back down. Such a waste of potent magic." Walking past Tal, he snickers as he makes his way back to the doors.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar eyes Petronicus with a good deal of suspicion. Hmm, brought back by the grace of an infernal. I wonder what the ramifications of this day will be. Nevertheless, we should be wary around him until we know more. He whispers these thoughts to the others when he has the opportunity.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar remains quiet during Caldazar's exchange, We are all unmade from the moment we are born. This might help the librarian build mettle when he is reborn. Then again this Petronicus was useless before, diminished he will be more so.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
The nature of this church's order gives Meraxilar pause as he briefly contemplates waiting outside. By sheer will, he adopts his usual deadpan look and ascends the stairs ready for anything. Saying nothing as he enters the temple, Merax sizes up the Asmodean priests and the mayor in case things go the usual way.
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Meraxilar sizes up the Hellknights as he walks toward the coach, a look of amusement displayed on his face. To no one in particular, "I've always admired the Rack's armor, I doubt it wears comfortably over extended periods of time. A salute to the lawful determination of the order." Dolts! Their armor still sunders well enough under my axe. Just before stepping up into the coach, he turns to one of the grim sentinels of Westcrown, "I don't suppose you would consider stopping for a meal along the way, would you?" Without waiting for their response, he climbs in. "Good Morning Lords, ..... And Lady Caldazar. It's good to see you reveling in masculinity once more."
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Merax casts a look of barely contained fury toward Caldazar, "Merciful fool! That fop's unmaking is long past due. I thought you different than other followers of Milani. You lack initiative, but that is standard fare for your order, and it's greatest weakness. Always reactive, which is not just the root of all rebellions, but their very reason."
Male Human (Chelish) Cleric 4 AC: 17/10/17 HP: 30
Witnessing the display, Meraxilar calmy walks over and smiles at Caldazar. He extends a hand and grasps Thesing by the shoulder. "Allow me to help you rise."
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