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No hard feelings, man. Things come and things go. Honestly, I've been feeling the same recently. This game contains some of the best GMing and RP I've ever had and it will always hold a special place for me. Nearly 100 pages total is nothing to scoff at.
I don't blame you or any of us. But I agree that it's probably time to let go.

Olivius nods and leads the way. He's eager to get all this cloak and dagger crap done. Better a for that stands up to your fave than one that skulks in the shadows.

Olivius goes to the newly completed cathedral and buys four vials of holy water.

Olivius stops by the temple on his way out of town and picks up a few vials of holy water, just in case.

That's the point. You aren't supposed to see one. If they're was an obvious connection Hemlock would have nabbed him already.

Better idea: Go get Jubryl and drag him to the mansion. He might start taking. :)

Olivius growls a little at the reminder. Oh ya. Him. I have no idea how to find him, but I'm sure someone does. Regardless, we skills probably check out this manor house. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll be there.

Olivius says, No he--, a little to quickly as receivers with, -- I don't recall...
He suddenly looks like his generally repressed emotions are undergoing something of a jail riot and his efforts to keep it under wraps are rapidly failing.

Indeed. Let's move.

Olivius repeats his inspection at the next scene.

Olivius grabs the freaking out lady and keeps her from falling. He sits her down gently and takes her shoulders in his hands calling, Asuriel! Asuriel, wake up! You're stronger than this...whatever it is!

Also taking 20 for a 27

Olivius nods. I'm in. Let's do this

Olivius carefully searches for similar claw marks or more flowers.

Take 20

Eeeyup

There is that branch of the river that flows south of here. And that haunted manor house. We could check that out before trecking all the way to the city. But, Saroune is right. We should check out all the murder sites before we go anywhere.

Ya. I mean dropping of something is one thing. But actually going and snooping around is not an idea I relish.

Olivius scowls. Magnimar. Wonderful. My Father has business dealins there. The chances of my presence going unnoticed is slim.

Olivius follows a series of nearly imperceptible scratch marks and picks something up off the ground. I got something guys. A flower. Though I can't tell what kind.

Any not obvious signs of struggle life weapon impacts that look like scratches or drag marks that look like wagon tracks or anything?

Anything that relates to the symbol we found earlier.

Take 20 perception for a 27

Olivius shrugs. Anywhere but here was good. This feels a little too much like home right now. Let's check the other scenes. We're more likely to find something there.

In other words, this guy may be under some pressure from a source a lot scarier than us. Do you think we could beat a connection to him out of the Sczarni or no?

Well, I can try but pav is probably much better suited.

Listen. We're trying to keep this quaint little hamlet together. So please drop the pretense and just tell us.
diplol: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

ouch. Someone may want to fiercely elbow Olivius before he gets us kicked out. :P

On the way in, Olivius smiles at Noro's comments. He probably wouldn't, but the servants definitely would. he points out.

Olivius is unsure how far his status as a Chelaxian lordling (disowned or not) has spread so he keeps quiet and gauges the situation. He hasn't been spreading it around, but there's no telling how much such a rumor has spread itself around.

Cool. Sheet updated. I found some errors and corrected them. Also, got a boost to power attack so my damage is starting to come into its own. Still deciding what I want as my magic weapon though....

Would it instead be acceptable to raise two scores by 1? I would really love an extra language/skill point and to no longer have a wis penalty...

Olivius pokes around and finds out where the others went, then follows.

Just let me know when we catch up.

If I could form hearts for eyes in a smilie with text I would.

Thanks, and Merry Christmas!

Olivius follows her out, hoping his words and Noro's assault make his point well enough for his men to help out, even if he won't.

Olivius tumbles to the ground and manages not to hurt anything on the way down. He gets to his feet as graciously as he can and dusts some imaginary grime off his shoulder. He says in a nice clear voice as he leaves. Have it your way. Just let your men know what when their buddies start turning up dead with parts torn off and their boss is too drunk to do anything but skulk in his own pi**, we'll be at Ameiko's. And if their boss starts jumping at shadows, waiting to see which one is going to snatch him, not to worry. We'll have the situation resolved soon and they can go back to guarding his pasty a** as he attempts to drown himself on land.

Olivius retrieves another bottle and straddles the chair across from the nearly skunked gang leader. That's when the Chelaxian in him starts to show, especially in his accent. What I'm hearing is you got jumped, metaphorically speaking, and a few of your men died. That must dent ones reputation in a small town life this.
He pours a drink. Slowly.
Nobody you haven't already bought will work for a man who can't protect his own. Which means you have just run out of new blood. Which means you're finished. Maybe not now, but eventually.
He pours more as necessary.
So, you have a problem. We have a problem. I suspect or problems come from the same place. Don't get me wrong, I would like few things more than to watch you shrivel into irrelevance like your manhood, but frankly I don't have time for that. How about we help each other just this once.

I don't ask why anymore. I've seen way too much crazy for that. I'm asking if you did. And much more pointedly than the good sheriff did, I'll wager.

Since when have you Ever told Hemlock everything you know? Olivius retorts.

Olivius huffs in annoyance Look. Either you talk to us our I carry you like the sack of sh** you are over to Ameiko's and give you some of that juice that'll set you straight. It's not fun.

Olivius stands behind Noro in a show of support. This was her show. He doors sneer at the drunk though. Such laziness. It would be pitiful if it didn't smell so bad.

Olivius tags along with Noro. She surly can handle herself, but having someone watching your back is never a bad thing.

gather info aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
Olivius doesn't hear anything useful. He does gather a few drinks, however, so he counts that as a win for the day.

For the sake of pace, see what happens

The other sites and the tombs aren't going anywhere. Let's ask around town before any witnesses conveniently forget what they know. But carefully. Don't want to tip our hand.

Olivius arrives just as Pavanna is drawing everyone into the hall. He listens and concern cross his face. Out of the Goblin pan and into the Undead fire. Do you think the Father could help?

Just need to know when I get back from my little shopping trip.

I have no-one like that in my family, and I am thankful for that every year.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'll be right back. Olivius says v he goes into town and buys done smelling salts. If that doesn't wake her nothing will.
If she is still down when he gets back he'll use the says to bring her around.

I can. :)

Olivius takes up a silent watch at the door and lets the more socially skilled members of the band do the talking.

Olivius sighs and runs his hand through his hair. No, nothing beyond what's painfully obvious. I'm not particularly good at this, honestly. Cloaks and daggers were discouraged in my training.

survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
int: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Not for the first time, Olivius really wishes Thirzin was still with them.

perception taking 20 for 23

Olivius carefully looks over the scene to see if he can figure out for himself exactly what happened.