Totally understand the situation, GM. Folks, it was fun playing with you!
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They've one shotted a lot of stuff when I've seen them in action.
Relverest blinks at Bromsen's question. "Samaritha, my apologies. You have caught us at a delicate time. I humbly thank you for resuscitating me. You're a cyphermage, you say? Perhaps if you can wait for a while, while we do some cleaning."
Masterwork composite longbows rule, or at least when I've seen them in action, they do.
Relverest lets out a long breath and glances at Bromsen again. "You're right. A team. Not for Saul, and not for the Goblin, not ultimately. Just the bunch of us." He looks downward again. You are a fool to think you could be a merry leader of this crew, and here is a challenge to be something greater than that. This is now serious. Well, let's see how this develops, and I shall adapt, he mentally chastises, then reasons with himself.
Relverest limps in on the elf's arm, his head clearing slowly but surely. He scans the scene, mentally kicking himself for being too slow earlier. "I don't believe I can cure a snake bite's effects with my healing," says Relverest in subdued agreement. Just in case, he takes a look at the wound and at Bromsen's eyes and reflexes.
He speaks quietly to the group, or to the ground. "Clearly, I have been too trusting of the situation here. We need to assume any unusual event in this place is a violent threat, and react preemptively." He looks up, his emerald eyes glowing with emotion unseen prior to this moment. "I want to speak to this ruffian indeed. I intend to go after Zincher." He looks to Lluvia. "He caught me unawares and laid me out with one blow. This was an orchestrated plan. I still don't know how he won so well at the tables, and it appears he didn't care about that. He just wanted to attack, wound, and humiliate."
Is it roll for HP or add 1/2 HD + 1? Skills +1 in Perception
BAB +1 Saves: +1 F, +1 Will Also, Relverest will try to stay conscious and effective in future fights!
"Lluvia, take me to him," says the cleric, still unsteady.
I thought this sort of thing was possible with Google Docs...weird!
Relverest's eyes flutter and he moves his jaw painfully. "What...where is Zincher?" He gets up slowly, still shaken from his brush with death.
Relverest makes some sort of strangled bubbling sound on the floor.
Relverest lays insensate and bleeding, dreaming of a more just and loving world where aasimars ride unicorns and strew flowers about.
Relverest, staggered and surprised, unleashes a selective wave of healing energy.
Relverest continues to watch Zincher. "Is that commotion unrelated to your being here?" he says, just a little flatly.
my posting frequency will be curtailed this weekend...bot Rel as needed!
Rel glances at Lluvia's departure, but continues to await Zincher's answer.
Relverest continues to ask Zincher about his belt, unaware of the goings on in the kitchen.
"There's the belt, too--oh, excuse me. SECURITY!" says, and then shouts Relverest, He half walks, half sprints towards Bromsen, ready to assist.
"That we are, sir. Would you mind backing up your claim of fair play by telling us the function of the magic items you are wearing? I'm sure you understand, being an owner of an establishment such as this, that we need to check--house rules." Relverest says this with his usual diplomatic aplomb.
Relverest approaches Zincher once Lluvia is in place. "Good day, sir, and may I say, quite a run you're having. On behalf of the Gold Goblin, might we have a word with you?" He gestures towards the back of the hall so that they may talk discreetly.
"Lluvia...let us go speak with the gentleman," says Rel to the elf, cutting in for a moment. He nods to Sapphire as well. "He's wearing several magic items, which could possibly assist him in his luck. Possibly."
Relverest tries a different tactic. He moves towards the back of the gaming hall, a good distance away from Zincher, and casts detect magic. He then carefully makes his way to within 60 feet of Zincher and focuses quietly on the man.
Rel's still kind of girly. :P
Relverest walks through the crowd, casually and amiably inquiring about "that rough edged fellow." He also directly talks to the dealers, to see if they think Zincher is cheating.
"Hmm..." says Rel, emerald eyes peering over the edge. "He's best approached by a lone person and female; more may appear threatening. Well, or two females, I'm sure he'd like that.." He rolls his eyes. "Perhaps Brom and Lluvia can scout, and I can ask around to see who he's spoken with. Odd that he would head to a table."
Brom might need some meds.
"A ball would be wonderful," agrees Relverest. "The interactions of courtly love are a delightful mix of ardor and diplomacy, not to mention music and a fine meal. And Lluvia, I myself am fond of fondness, as is my Lady Shelyn. If it is reciprocated, then the burden is light as it is carried by two people. If it is not, rest the other end upon the poet's scroll and write down words of love." He starts humming the tune "The Tanner's Daughter and the Errant Knight" absently.
"Don't show too much, Shay; this is Riddleport, after all. Although it appears that Lluvia is your appointed protector," says Relverest. "Hm...I think Brom left. Was he muttering to himself?"
Rel pockets the money with a smile and a quick thank-you to Larur. "No shopping for me--I have what I need at the moment. Although, the moment after that shall arrive soon enough...and I will gladly join the shoppers. There's always the opportunity to spread word about our fine establishment. Who's going besides Sapphire? ...and is Brom coming, or will our archer not allow himself within range of Shay's darts of love?"
"And what are the criteria, Shay?" Rel asks, eyes a-twinkle. "on an...unrelated? subject---I believe we are to be paid today. Perhaps we can go shopping..."
Oh...but it doesn't change their subtype. Gah. That doesn't help with Sacred Summons.
Well, they'll still fight to the best of their ability, but I can't tell them to Smite or other stuff. Would you allow Summon Good Monster? I could take that, then Sacred Summons, and we'd be getting somewhere.
So, not worth it until I get Summon Monster III. The *-ed creatures will have my alignment, but not my subtype (and celestial template--I wish it stated they spoke Celestial...)
No real rush on this, GM, but what's your ruling on Sacred Summons? Rel will be a buffer and probably a summoner type. Does the feat grant 1 standard action time to all summons marked with an asterisk, or only those of the exact alignment subtype? If it's the former, it's mighty useful. RAW it's the latter and not useful for a Shelynite.
Rel is not completely on his game while talking up the Goblin on the streets of Riddleport, but for the patrons already in attendance, he's smooth like buttah.
Where's Sapphy? Not to be all rules lawyery, but I don't think a witch can learn spells, then sell the spellbook. Spells on paper have to be fed to the familiar in order for witch to learn them. GM's discretion if that includes spellbooks...RAW it's says scrolls, but that's getting pretty picky there.
"Nay, not a thing save that it's there and it's magical." Relverest switches to "Tiefling's Hotfoot", nodding with somewhat distracted approval at Lluvia's outfit. "It's a good thing you're trying to trip Lluvia and not Aine...she'd probably punch you in the face even while practicing," he says, adding jeté to the bow.
Relverest allows himself a break and plays violin to accompany Shayliss, after wetting his throat with one of Sapphire's finer concoctions. "A good day's work, eh Sapphire? Mm...this is like a sweet insidious poison. It isn't actually poison, is it?" He takes another sip, decide's it's safe, and continues to play while talking with a tilted chin. "What do you make of the silverware orienting themselves yesterday? Magic? Something in the sky? I thought that it had to do with lodestones, but it was all metal...lodestones only affect iron, don't they?" He plays on, getting into the tune "The Varisian Who Lost Her Tattoo" with a sprightly bow.
That's some hooch moonshine. Hoo-wee!
Much to read! Ok, rolls first.
Shelyn has blessed this fair day! :D (nice shimmy, Shay...did you crump and do a headspin on the DC 28 Dance?)
Relverest bows. "I'm not the nimblest, dear Lluvia. I have gone out on rooftops, but the kind where one can easily duck through a window and not slide to one's death. I'll leave that to the experts."
I often like replacing characters with nobody...it speeds up the game. ;)
"I would take a weapon now, Shayliss. Larur, if you do give a tour, count me in--I'll just put my things upstairs." Relverest finds an unoccupied room and places his belongings, and then, thinking about it, retains his glaive, armor, and violin. He pads around the upstairs, not particularly quietly, and finds Lluvia. He clears his throat softly and speaks. "I hope you didn't think I was being too rude in speaking earlier," he says quietly. "I am not sure about the motivations of this place, nor this owner, so we share that. I'm just choosing not to speak it publicly. There are many seeming coincidences in this town, ourselves included."
What are 17, 18, and 20? Can we get a more complete list? :) (Do I need to roll Diplomacy? :D)
By the way, what is the room situation? Private rooms (or presumably by gender), I assume? Is there a common but private area where the adventurers can talk amongst themselves?
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