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Pravus smiles and nods as his cigar is lit and hears about the prospect of playing a game of cards. "My man..." He whistles at a nearby bar maid, removing a platinum piece from his satchel. Once she comes over, he slides it into her hand and pulls her close so he could speak to her. "Bring us a few people for a game of cards; buy them drinks if you must. You'll get one of these for each person you bring; up to four. Two if they look like a sucker,"
Pravus smiled widely as he walked away from the madness. "Sweet! I'm incredibly glad to hear that you don't want to go back to that mess! Can you imagine what the others are doing right now? They're probably running around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to defend their honor or some nonsense, than having the good sense to run away and figure it out later! I'm a card carrying member of the cowards club myself...and here we are! The Mermaid's Mammary!" Pravus gestured to a building in front of him. He then stepped inside, and soaked in the depravity with a large inhale of breath. "BLAH! It's filled with smoke! Who thinks smoking is a perfectly good habit?" Um...you do? You love sucking a cigar down at least once a day. "Oh, wait, I DO like smoking! Here, Decimus, have a seat. Waiter! Oh waiter! Food and drink for me and my friend!" Pravus pulled out a cheap cigar, and patted himself up and down looking for a match. He turned to Decimus. "Decimus! Gotta light? Oh! How rude of me, would you like one?" He threw his feet up on the table, confident no one would object this time. "Damn straight no one is going to chastise me here! Look at that lady, she's got both feet up on the table, and is dancing! Decimus, here is a slice of real life. Rogues, Scoundrels, Sailors, Workers, and the worst of the all, Adventurers! If you'd like, we could invite them to play a drinking game, or sing a song, or, a classic, I could throw the table over and start a bar fight! What suits your fancy Decimus? You just state the activity, and your pal Pravus will start the depravity!"
Pravus laughed. "OH NO! No, not a brothel...unless that is your fancy? But no, I wouldn't want to eat the food at a brothel...assuming they have food of course..." As Pravus imagined Strawberries and Whipped Cream, the explosion shocked him from his thoughts. He looked at Decimus. "Should we go back!? I also know this great place where we can hide..." He eyed some nearby bushes warily. "No, no I don't. I'll follow your lead Decimus,"
Don't care.
Pravus, once outside, spat out and threw up his food. Pravus then started ramble on madly:
"Ah! Someone did f~#+ing something to that turkey leg; it didn't taste like s%#$ before! F&#@! Who was it? Who? Come on, tell me!" Pravus started talking to himself aloud. "No, no I'm not! I'm talking to you!" Are...are you talking to me? "Yes of course you! You know who did it, don't you?" Sorry, can't say. "You can't get out of this! It's in the contract!" As Pravus lied horribly to, again, himself, he noticed Decimus walking towards him. He whispered to himself under his breath. "We'll have words later, you and me..." The scoundrel then straightened himself up and wiped away any remaining spew upon his face, and smiled at Decimus. "Decimus! You wanna see the city? Really see it? Then let us go see the city, the real city, and get some real food; the stuff at the party was really s+!@ty! Where do you wanna go? What do you want to see?"
What Pravus didn't know was that Decimus had heard the scoundrel talking to himself, like an idiot at best, like a madman at worst. "Oh f%++ me," And continued to hear him talk to himself.
Pravus takes a large bite of his food. "Well! I must take my leave!" Pravus quickly makes for the door.
Pravus looked down at Lysi, who must of overheard him as she wandered around the table, considering she was seated on the far right side, far away from him, and spoke in a whisper, but with a smile. "And you shouldn't be listening to other's conversations. They might be talking about you and your awful haircut!" He reached down and scuffed her hair. "Now, run along you sweet little scamp, and stop walking around!" He turned to the people near him. "Kids! Gotta love the little buggers. Shame there isn't a dedicated, secular, school for children of insufficient means. They'll all grow up to be thieves and beggars I think. Should be a way to educate the kids, give them skills and a way to appreciate the finer things in life, like art, wine, music, magic and swordplay. Oh, and let us not forget the theater. Truly, one may hear interesting and provocative stories of history in the theater!"
Pravus turns and looks at Eftil "F&&$ing, I know, right? I normally sing and dance, or, buy shipments of wine, not hodge podge with the f%%%ers who drink it! This is WAY above my head man,"
Pravus looks at the man sitting across from him, who looks about as glum as he. "Hey. How did they rope you into this? You look about as happy as a fish in mud to be here. If that's the truth, well bucko, me as well. I wish someone had mentioned it wouldn't be a formal event, I'd have been sure to dress down a bit. I mean, wow, I'm just wicked over dressed. I sure am glad I didn't wear my big poofy pink wig. I'd have shone up everybody here!"
And before he could stop himself, Pravus let out a HUGE belch. He covered his mouth in surprise and embarrassment.
Pravus applauds, and laughs as he looks at Vandrake. "Indeed, well said sir. On this issue alone we seem to be united! Jobe, who do you believe we each represent? I just want to make clear our duty to this grand alliance! Ha! Normally, I would not be game to such a gathering, but I'll do anything to rub sand into the Khallan Empire's eyes once more!"
Pravus pretends to be a stupid Khallan solider, praying to his god for guidance, and wondering why he has been abandoned as he takes hit after hit from the light made humanoid, dying a pathetic and miserable death. Pravus makes the whole scene amusing, and in swoop attempts to mock the Khallan culture and faith in a death speech, with just enough lines to entertain both the children and adults.
Pravus smiled. "Street urchin. Yep, you got me! You certainly do know me well. You know, I thought I wouldn't miss our Khallan overlords, but you know, at least they pretended to not worship an a&#~&%%, but you sir, you certainly don't seem to have any shame about your love for the sphincter," He looked at the children. "Do you kids know what an a~%&~#! is? Uncle Malum will instruct you. It's the hole that poo comes from. Look how this man so freely uses his! You children should learn a wise lesson from this: People should cover their a%&+&~&s, not let it flap in the breeze for all to smell the stench from!"
Pravus did not seemed amused by the servant talking to him in the manner he had. Of course, he probably didn't look like some sort of official either, but it still rubbed the man the wrong way. "Well, how about you go..." He held his tongue, not wanting to push his luck. He took his feet off the table, choosing to lounge in the chair instead. He took a long drag of his pipe and blew upwards. "Fine. Hows abouts you tell me why I'm here? I was summoned here by Jobe, but he never mentioned WHY, just that I had to come. I had an important meeting that was cancelled because of this...oh, and speaking of wine, if you're raiding the cellar, could you grab me a seven year old ice wine? A Cabernet Sauvignon should do fine, and yes, I know it will have a bit more body than the traditional Riesling, but do you really care?"
Here is Pravus. I'm only missing the following: A god. As you can see, I have one in mind, but what would that god be? Languages. Can I speak these? If not, what do you suggest?
I think Pravus is all done. How do you feel? I would be happy to change whatever. Edit: The Paizo Forum monster ate my entry; thus, here is is if it eats it again: Description:
I commissioned a picture of him quite sometime ago, here it is. He was a Sha'ir, and that was his jin familiar. Personality:
Pravus has never worked an honest day in his whole life. Well, maybe a few days, but that was when he was being an actor. Pravus loves to perform, whether it be in operas, plays, or even puppet theater. When not acting, he's a nasty, horrible swindler. And when that fails him, he 'adventures' (does mercenary work). Background:
Pravus has been wandering for a while now. Both his parents were nasty customers as well, and used him for their own ends until they forgot him at the age of 12. He had learned quite a lot form his parents, and worked as a street thief and beggar until he was caught by a man who thought to better utilize the young thief than his parents had; this was Gavorche Argot, a confidence artist, criminal mastermind, and vampire. And so it was that Pravus began his proper teaching under Argot. That was 10 years ago. Two years ago, Pravus cut ties from Argot after being part of a deal to gain money by burning down a theater; Pravus loved acting so much that he refused to burn down the theater, and went to go find his own path. He never forgot his love for acting, and spent the past year and a half acting with a traveling troupe. However, when his troupe came through Khallan, they were persecuted by inquisitors of Razgriz after putting on a few plays that didn't portray a worshiper of Razgriz in a 100% positive light. Pravus and his fellow actors found themselves on the run, and to save them, Pravus was able to make a deal with Gavorche to hide away his troupe, if he agreed to be his agent in Lord's Landing. Pravus has now found himself living the life of a crook again, and even though he longs for the theater again, he remembers how much he loves cheating and scamming others to make a living. Meanwhile, he doesn't have much of a love for the Khallan obsessed fools all about him, but for now, he keeps his head low and keeps his comments to himself. Build: (Went with the dice rolls after all; they didn't make too much of a difference. Here's a link to them.) Combat Details:
Initiative Modifier: +1 AC: 11 Touch AC: 11 Flat-Footed AC: 10 CMD: 11 CMB: 12 Current HP/Total HP: 8 Speed(s): 30 feet Experience Points:[/b] (Attack name here)To hit: (Attack name here)Damage: Skills:
Bluff 9 = 3(Chr)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) +2 (Deceitful)
Diplomacy 9 = 3(Chr)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) +2 (Persuasive) Disguise 9 = 3(Chr)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) +2 (Deceitful) Escape Artist 5 = 1(Dex)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) Intimidate 9 = 3(Chr)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) +2 (Persuasive) Linguistics 6 = 2(Int)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) Perform: Acting 7 = 3(Chr)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) Sleight of Hand 5 = 1(Dex)+1(Rank)+3(Trained) Feats:
GM Bonus: Deceitful
1st Level: Persuasive Class Features:
Wealth, pg 4 Tome of Ingenuity (ToI from here on out) Take down 1d4+1, pg5 ToI. Equipment: Equipment: Everything is in his belt pouch Antiplague (2) (50gp, 1/2lb, Advanced Player’s Guide, APG from here on out) Cologne, Common (10 uses) (1gp, Adventurers Armory, AA from here on out) Cologne, Rare (10 uses) (10gp, AA) Cologne, Exotic (10 uses) (100gp, AA) Disguise Kit (50gp, 8lbs, CRB) Containers: Belt Pouch, located on back of waist. (1gp, 1/2lb. CRB) Carrying Capacities: Current Weight: 9lb Light Load: 43Medium Load:86 Heavy Load:130 Lift over head:130 Push/Drag Load:650 Money: CP:SP:GP:439PP:
Posting as Pravus, I'm going to be working on his background and such shortly. |
