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The amount of Fame determines what you can buy. For instance, if you have between 0 and 4 Fame, you can't buy magical stuff. From 5 to 8 Fame, you can buy up to 500 gp in magical items, and so on. There's a table about it somewhere in the guide.
I started the PbP campaign here. If people would dot in, that'd be great. I'll mail everyone as well, in case you're not checking this anymore.
Cyphermage Dilemma would work pretty well, I think. There's some wonkiness here and there, but I think it'll work great for PbP.
The problem will mainly be trying to fit me into a 1-5 adventure, as I've already played a lot of them. And I'm not really sure what I'd like to do with this character. The last two adventures were just me trying stuff out, but I can't really find a sweet spot.
"May, je, bado kuwa na baadhi ya uponyaji huo? Mimi naweza kutumia kwa sasa." Celestial:
May, do you still have some of that healing? I could use it right now." Rawlins hops around the enemy, hoping for a flank with Nitorou, and lashes out with his morningstar.
Rawlins gets up from the ground , then lashes out with his sleeve at the longsword-wielder's legs.
Steel Scarf:
Steel Scarf (Su): As a swift action, you can harden a scarf, sleeve, cloak, or other piece of your clothing into something as hard as steel that stretches out to be up to 30 feet long. You can then strike outward with it as if it were a weapon making a melee attack. For the purpose of this ability, you are proficient with this weapon. You can use the weapon to perform combat maneuvers. Make a melee attack roll against a creature within 30 feet; you may use Weapon Finesse with this attack. If you hit, the weapon deals 1d8 points of slashing damage + 1 point for every two oracle levels you possess. After this attack, the clothing returns to its normal length and hardness. You do not threaten an area with this weapon and cannot use it to make attacks of opportunity. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Charisma modifier.
With that failed, he five-foots steps closer to the guard, yelling in his face. "Jinsi kuthubutu kuua kwamba wasio na hatia kidogo mbwa? Wewe ni hauna maana ya kutu, unajua kwamba, sawa?" Celestial: "How dare you kill that innocent little dog? You're worthless scum, you know that, right?"
Rawlins starts awake, confused at his sudden unconsciousness. "Nini kimetokea? Mimi kupita nje, pole kwa hilo. Je kutokea tena." Celestial:
"What happened? I passed out, sorry for that. Won't happen again." Rawlins sees the guy in front of him swinging a sword around and doesn't trust his luck. He tries to cast defensively a Cure Light Wounds on himself.
Rawlins roars in frustration as his spell fizzles before his eyes. "Je, mtu kupata mtu huyu mbali na mimi? Siwezi kufanya kitu chochote pamoja naye kinga chini ya shingo yangu." Celestial:
"Can someone get this man away from me? I can't do anything with him breathing down my neck."
"Samahani mimi kufanya hivyo, wewe kuondoka na uchaguzi!"
For those who speak Celestial:
"I'm sorry I have to do this, you leave me no choice!" Rawlins grabs his morningstar and swings at the negative channeling Cleric with it.
Update: sickness has worsened. Feel like absolute crap right now. I'll try to post, but it might not be my best work.
Blergh, now I'm sick as well. Stuffed nose, headache and sore throat. Stupid con crud.
Rawlins tries to clean the beetle juice off his morningstar by sloshing it around in the sewer, only getting it more dirty in the process. "Rico, could you do the same to my silaha? I usually clean it with a rag, but I don't want to touch it right now.
Rawlins is clearly experiencing some aftershocks of adrenalin, his words switching back to Celestial at times.
Rawlins goes to town on the next beetle in front of him.
Rawlins draws his morningstar, grips it two-handed, and thwacks the blue beetle with it.
Rawlins walks outside the alcove slightly panicked, and tries to reason with the man. "Nkosi, silapha nje ukubuza kuwe mayelana into yifa lakho, akukho okunye. We cha fisa you phi umonakalo!" He realises he's all but unintelligible to most people, sighs, and lashes out with his cloak towards one of the beetles.
Lazy Google Translate: Sir, we're just here to ask you about an item in your possession, nothing more. We don't wish you any harm!
Rawlins huddles in between the beggars in the alcove with the fire beetle, hoping to stay out of sight.
"I agree with Araklifest. Let's all use different corners to hide in, but not too spread apart that we'll be in trouble if problems arise."
"Look, I'm all for a bit of roughhousing and deception, but when ghosts start sprouting from people's heads, that's it. That's officially above my pay grade. If you want me to deal with it, I need to be more buzzed than this, so at least I can forget it once it's over."
Rawlins looks at the events boggle-eyed, then turns around for the sewer exit in disbelief. "That's it, I need more drinks. I'm too sober for this. If you need me, I'll be at the Oyster."
Rawlins reads through the notes left by Magali. "Hmm, says right here we need some samples and his notes. These might be the samples, but I'm not exactly sure, and we haven't found his notes yet. They might be hidden somewhere else, or on his person. Maybe it's a good idea to wait for him a bit to interrogate him. Leaving now would only lead us to jump to conclusions. I do wish those poor bastards around here were of more help, though."
Rawlins walks over to the man currently being examined by Araklifest. "Do you need any help? Food? Healing? We can get you out of here, if that's what you want." His speech is still a bit slurred from all the booze he's had.
Slightly slurring, Rawlins greets Rico. "Hey Rico, things went fine. I -somehow- couldn't charm her away from this place, but Gorrec managed to lead her outside. I haven't seen them since, so I can only assume they're making out in an alleyway or something."
I think you mean Rico?
And get well soon, Araklifest! :(
Rawlins looks over his shoulder and checks out the woman's ass on her way out. She might not notice, but it doesn't hurt to try.
"I haven't done anything with or to him, and I'll swear that on whichever deity you want me to. But hey, that offer's still standing..."
Rawlins takes a long drink and stares her up and down fearlessly. When he gets no response, he continues. "Fine. If you're not interested, I'll go bother other people instead. But I want you to know you missed the opportunity of a lifetime here." Rawlins drains his drink, gets up, and wobbles back to the bar. When he's out of earshot, he Messages to the rest:
Rawlins grins. "Playing hard to get, I like that. Sareth has just given me the bare necessities. We have what you want, you have money. What's not to understand?"
Rawlins looks the lady up and down in a very obvious manner. His eyes linger slightly too long on her chest. "Yes, your appointment is with me. I hear you know my associate, but he's currently suffering from food poisoning, chunks are flying everywhere. Not a pretty sight. So I'm his stand-in. If you want, I can bring you to him, but you might want to carry an umbrella, because you might stand in the... splash zone. But, back to business. I fear I have I have bad news for you, sweetheart. Business is booming, and others are paying much more than you can offer. But I'm a nice guy, and I hate to see a pretty face like yours leave empty-handed. How 'bout we rent a room and go upstairs, see if you can't 'convince' me to renew our contract. I mean, the barkeep already knows about it, so it's fine." Rawlins waves at the barkeep and points at Rukania, then makes a thumbs-up motion.
Rawlins orders two more beers, drains one in a single gulp and brings his other beer with him to the the table Rico and the other man have just vacated. Sense Motive:
He's been drinking an awful lot of beer in a very short amount of time....
Rawlins drains his cup and goes to the bar for a refill. Then, when he has the man's attention, he leans in and asks, "Is that the guy who reserved the table? Look familiar to you?"
A bit late, but get well soon!
"Good to know they won't be any trouble. How are we going to do this, by the way? I'd rather not cause a ruckus inside, so we follow them outside? Someone pretends to be either party and the rest holds up the other guy outside? We beat them both up in an alleyway and we take the goods for ourselves?"
With a sigh, Rawlins turns back to the group and grins sheepishly. "Phew, that took more out of me than I thought. Let's sit back and relax until our appointment shows up, all right?"
"Great, don't worry, we'll take care of them for you. Wouldn't want some illegal activities going on around here, right?" Rawlins adds another wink to his comment. He seems more at ease now that he's had some booze in his system. Indeed, it's as if he feels more at home looking for trouble in a tavern than when he's on the streets.
"I know you want to make this a safe place for your regulars. I mean, which honest businessman wouldn't? But herein lies the rub: I'm interested in dispensing some justice, and my eye has fallen on these drug-peddling thugs. If I can't find them, my attentions might shift to the foul miscreant who's selling dud pearls in this very tavern. If you have any leads on that, I'd be willing to get him out of your hair as well. I mean, an upstanding citizen as yourself wouldn't have any problems with that, right? Nice beer, by the way."
Seeing Gorrec flounder, Rawlins decides to use a different tactic. He motions to the bartender from a secluded spot at the bar. "Barkeep, one ale for me please. I've, er, heard that this bar is sometimes used to make some, how do you say it... unsavoury deals with some snakes. Would you happen to know anything about that? As an upstanding citizen you surely must object to such dealings taking place in your bar, right? I know a barkeep must look out for his own, so he might not jeapardize the reputation of his bar, and that might be where I come in. I'm just a concerned citizen who doesn't take kindly to shady dealings taking place, if you get what I'm saying." Rawlins stretches his arms a bit, showing off his scars. "Speaking of which, it's also come to my attention that the Oyster's bounty might not be as rich as it once was. But if my attention is turned elsewhere, I might not have time to look into the matter further." Rawlins raises the ale to his lips with a wink.
Rawlins leans over to the group and whispers, "Er, have we thought of a way to approach this yet? Just randomly start asking for drugs and see what happens?"
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