"What happened was horrible, but it didn't happen because of you. It happened because of the city's new rulers, and I'm sure what everyone who we found would have wanted was for us to keep fighting."
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"The Fantasmagorium?!? You've got a key to the Fantasmagorium and you've had it the whole time and you're only just telling us now? I don't ... I mean how ... I mean, it was my favorite place in the whole city when I was a child! It. Was. AMAZING!!! Let's get going!" "I never got much of a chance to see it, so hopefully it lives up to the hype." Rigel says with a chuckle. When everyone is ready, Vitalis heads out and will talk to the group aside. "I recognize this key. Rexus had this key way back when we searched the livery. Could he really have been so preoccupied with deciphering the documents that he just thought of his mother now? I'm not accusing him of anything but I'm concerned. If he thought there was a chance that his mother was still alive, why would he wait weeks to announce this revelation? Any number of things could have happened in that time. If she is or was at this Many-Steps Monastery, I just hope that the delay is not costly." "Maybe he thought we would be too preoccupied with the rebellion? Or he just didn't want to bring up his own personal issues?" "You're right, though, it is odd. I doubt he would send us into a trap or anything but... I dunno."
I guess I could move it to my light mace, which is probably going to be my primary weapon. I also apologize for not posting sooner, as Chance mentioned, I have some exams this week, so I'll be a bit more spotty than usual. I will do my best to keep up, though.
Since he's not too confident about his ability to help Rexus, he joins Chance and Vendalfek in spreading false rumors . He spends the rest of the time doing street performances to make some money for the rebellion.
"What would the current regime get out of it, though? It would explain why they haven't been touched, but as far as we know, they're just doing random muggings of townsfolk, which, if the dottari wanted to, they could probably do on their own without too much difficulty, under the guise of 'taxes' or some nonsense. Unless they're doing something we don't know about, in which case, we have a bigger problem than just a bunch of bandits." He takes a sip of his coffee. "Chance sneaking in as a member is probably a good way of getting in there, and it could probably avoid a lot of bloodshed. As for the rest of us, have we heard of them taking hostages or anything? Other than that, I think our options would primarily be to sneak in. They don't exactly seem like the type of people who would respond well to diplomacy."
Rigel keeps lookout as they investigate the bodies. "Well, they're not exactly in any sort of specific radius." Rigel says, frowning at a crude map he drew on a piece of parchment. "Maybe it's by the walls?"
"You've come to the right place if you are looking for help." Rigel nods. "Do you have any idea what's been causing this? Is it just related to the dottari growing more and more aggressive, or is something else going on?"
While Rigel seemed quite happy with the devil's demise a moment ago, as her words repeat in his mind and the beginnings of a theory begin to form, he seems more hesitant. "What 'eccentric fop'?"
Rigel groans in frustration and runs around the corner, hoping to see any sign of the fleeing imp.
Rigel quickly holds his shield up against one of the rat's attacks, blocking the blow somewhat but causing his ethereal barrier to disintegrate. Noticing a break in the wall of rodents, he rushes forward, calling upon divine power to keep Vitalis up.
Rigel reaches out at one of the nearby rats, his hand glowing a dark blue and as cold as the empty void of space.
"Yeah, I'm not about to trust a devil to hold up a fair bargain." His eyes begin to glow a bit and his various accessories begin to float around him as he draws upon his magical abilities, eventually culminating in a blast of pure divine entropy directed at the fiend. He then activates a glowing blue shield.
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Rigel sighs, his eyes narrowed at Finn. "I was hoping it was just a metaphorical rat. This is a lot more complicated." "Can you take us to this rat?"
Rigel spends most of the week asking around, trying to learn as much as he can about the general state of things. He then spends some time doing street performances to see if he can earn any cash.
"I doubt it was Kossrani. If he figured us out, we would be in a lot more hot water right now. Freeing a large group of prisoners isn't the kind of thing you just get a random inspection for. Random chance would explain it fairly well, but I think whoever sabotaged the wall is a more likely candidate." Rigel says as he wipes off his makeup with a handkerchief. "Asking around our followers is a good idea, but we want to be careful. We wouldn't want to let the saboteur know we're onto them."
Rigel shrugs. "Go right ahead. Do let us know if ye find any o' the wasps, though. Mind you, some of 'em are a bit deal bigger than you'd expect."
"Nasty little buggers, they are." Rigel says in a gruff voice, holding an unlit torch in one hand and a flint in the other. On the off chance he has enough time to throw together something simple with his Disguise Kit, although I'm assuming he probably doesn't:
He's wearing somewhat blander clothes than usual, and put on a bit of makeup to make him look a bit older and more tired-looking. He holds the torch up. "Hopefully if I can find 'em, I can use the smoke to put 'em to sleep 'n get rid of 'em. Know it works on bees, why not wasps, eh?"
Rigel spends a couple of days finding various mismatched outfits and accessories that could come in handy in the event they need alternate identities.
"I can respect their wanting more secrecy. And to be fair, they're likely a lot more experienced than us, so I wouldn't doubt they want to make sure we can handle ourselves before risking meeting with us."
Rigel mostly stays quite during the confrontation with Kossrani, and then starts working on picking the locks on the shackles. "Sorry about kinda getting you punched in the jaw!" he whispers as he works.
"We could try and hide them amongst the crowd of prisoners, although I doubt that would work for long. Your plan makes sense, although I would be worried about splitting up. We should try and make sure they escape before we get too far."
Rigel enters the salt mine with the same facade as he kept up in front of Kossrani, but drops it as soon as he sees the prisoners. He gives them a wink with a starry twinkle in his eye. "Just play along, you'll be out of here in no time! Considering that we got in with such a flimsy lie, they're probably not paying too much attention." he whispers to them.
"Look, I don't get what's so hard to understand about this. You either get the other prisoners out here so we can take them to be made an example of and take these ones here, or you take it up with Thrune. And from what I hear, he's not exactly a patient guy." Rigel says, his voice and mannerisms becoming an almost uncanny imitation of the stereotypical thugs that the guard employs.
Just so you all know, I'm going to be a bit busy until Saturday, so I won't be posting that much.
"Well, of course it wasn't him, considering that he was in our line of sight the whole time." Rigel rushes down to see what happened.
"Wait, those are scratch marks on the wall. I think I see something else." He walks over nearby the wall and pulls out from behind a corner a hammer and a chisel. "Well, I think we found what caused this."
Rigel, attempting a smile, cannot quite hide his mild death glare at Chance before laughing his statement off. "Well, I'm not that interesting. At least, not any more than I look. Also, he misspoke, it's just Rigel." He clears his throat. "Anyways, you do seem to be quite good at causing trouble, which would probably be helpful for our situation."
Rigel moves over and swings a couple of punches at the remaining drunkard.
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Rigel steps forward to where Chance pointed the unknown combatant out and starts looking for them.
Rigel stumbles for a moment, but his years of experience as an acrobat allows him to stay standing. He takes another swing at the patron in front of him, before he tries to make his way into the crowd towards where the magical manifestations are coming from, and looks around.
Rigel, for the most part, had been sitting quietly drinking from his mug, occasionally eyeing the stage, but ultimately deciding against drawing unnecessary attention. He had almost been caught in the grips of boredom and lethargy when the first of the patrons takes a swing, and as the fighting breaks out, simply mutters under his breath a bewildered, "What the fuuuu...?" As a couple of angry patrons approach the group, he almost unleashes his magical abilities, but stops himself, not wanting to give himself away. Instead, he opts for pulling out his mace and running at the one attacking Chance.
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Rigel walks into the tavern, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, although it's evident he doesn't have as much practice as he would like. "Still, it's the lead we've got. I've brought a *ahem* change of clothes just in case." He takes a seat and waits for the bartender's response to Vitalis.
Sorry, I've been a bit out of it all week. I was leaning towards voting the same as Chance, but if there's worry about a tiebreaker, I'm ok with having Secrecy be the primary and Loyalty being secondary. Regarding Acrobatic Performer - the main reason why I was going to take it is then I could take something like Fascinating Performance or other Perform-based feats and use my Acrobatics modifier, since that'll end up being higher in the long run.
Alright, because of the vigilante dedication, I only need to take a spell and a skill feat, so I'm taking Acrobatic Performer and Fear. I'll update my statblock tomorrow.
Rigel translates Jisara's words and adds, "We could certainly use all the help we can get, from the looks of things."
"I... guess I could help with that too." he says with regards to Vitalis's offer, not quite sure what to say. These poor people. They were just trying to get through and now they're likely going to end up caught in the crossfire.
"Thanks, Sta-- Rigel! I feel much better! I ... still feel awful, actually." "Don't thank me yet." Rigel says, repeating his warding incantation under his breath before giving the crow another void-filled glare.
Rigel winces at Chance's agony, and frantically works to cast spells to aid him.
"Why is she going for him?" he mutters, before casting a spell to protect Chance. Worrying about leaving himself open, he also casts a protective spell on himself.
As the crow creature runs towards him, Rigel lets out a yelp and instinctively casts another spell at her, trying to drain some of her energy, before moving very quickly away.
Rigel looks at the crow with a mix of confusion and utter disbelief, and sighs. "What--" he starts to ask, before cutting himself off. His eyes glow a similar starry color as Stargazer's as he gives the crow a glare that causes the crow to confront the endless and crushing void of space, the vast distances of emptiness that await surrounding us, the terrible and awe-inspiring blackness that we have feared and worshipped since the dawn of time, before he casts another spell to protect himself.
As everyone is talking, Rigel is mostly hanging back, absentmindedly pacing and hopping from one foot to the other while occasionally offering translations. He wanders over to one of the crates and hops up, barely making a sound, and starts making his way from one crate to the other before realizing fully what he was doing. He looks down and taps one of the crates with his foot. "Any idea what's in these?" he asks the tengu.
At their response, Rigel begins to back away, trying to think of ideas. His foot hits a small box, causing him to stumble momentarily, but the jolt gives him an idea. Keep them talking. If I can stall them enough, that would give us time to think of an answer or an escape plan. "I don't know, why shouldn't they kill us?" he says to the group in common, perhaps somewhat more nonchalantly than he should have, before switching back to Varisian. "Într-adevăr, nu cred că știu suficient despre motivul pentru care sunteți aici pentru a vă oferi un răspuns. Din câte știu, motivele pentru care cred că nu ar trebui să ne ucizi sunt aceleași motive pentru care crezi că ar trebui, așa că spune-mi: ce faci cu toții aici? Ce te-a adus aici? Poate că dacă aș ști asta, aș putea să îți dau un motiv. În plus, dacă doar ne vei ucide și ne vei lua lucrurile, nu e ca și cum ai spune de ce o să ne doară, nu?" As he talks, he shifts his weight a bit, and adopts a much less defensive posture and a much more cheerful attitude. Varisian: "Really, I don't think I know enough about why you're here to give you an answer. For all I know, the reasons why I think you shouldn't kill us are the same reasons why you think you should, so tell me: what are you all doing here? What brought you here? Maybe if I knew that, I would be able to give you a reason. Besides, if you are just going to kill us and take our stuff, it's not like telling us why is going to hurt, right?"
Rigel slowly puts his hands up to show he's not going to attack anymore, and, choosing his wording carefully, begins to speak. "Ni s-a spus ... cineva despre aceste tuneluri, care a spus că unul dintre prietenii ei a stat aici, dar că nu l-a mai văzut de ceva vreme și a auzit zgomote ciudate venind de aici. Am fost trimiși să investigăm. Nu căutăm o luptă, vrem doar să aflăm ce se întâmplă." He's obviously very tense as he says this, but he does his best to keep it out of his voice. Varisian:
"We were told by... someone about these tunnels, who said that one of her friends had been staying here, but that she hadn't seen him in a while and she had heard weird noises coming from here. We were sent to investigate. We're not looking for a fight, we just want to find out what's going on."
I'm pretty sure Dr. Thatch, MD did the healing, so I think you're at 1, but I'm not sure.
"If you are friends of Laria's, we mean you no harm." "I'm pretty sure they can't stay the same!" Rigel shouts. He summons a magical shield and readies his dagger, watching the crates nearby for an attacker.
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Rigel, who had previously been doing his best to avoid directly antagonizing the beast, takes a deep breath and reaches out his glowing hand.
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"I can try!" Rigel, standing very still, grasps his necklace and casts a spell, causing Vitalis to glow with a faint purple aura for a moment, causing him to be revitalized . The shield in front of Rigel also glows with a renewed entity.
As they enter the Wasp's Nest, Rigel looks around, waiting for the inhuman laughter that Laria described. When the lizard appears under his feet, he jumps backward a few feet with a yelp, and draws a dagger, preparing to swing at the beast if it attacks. He summons a magical shield in front of him.
As the halfling explains the situation, Rigel seems to become more and more focused and present, and when she finished, he enthusiastically declares, "Sign me the hell up!" before realizing what he said. "That was a poor choice of words."
In the coffee shop, the group is joined by an acrobat in a feathered cap, recognizable as Stargazer only by the slight twinkle in his eye. As the hosts greet them so enthusiastically, Rigel is far too confused to say anything before he catches on to the ruse. ”I can see why. So, why are you lot interested in rebuilding the Silver Ravens?” "Well, I got my powers just after Thrune took over, so I figure this is why I have them. I was given these abilities so I could fight against the new rulers." "Also, given my faith, my primary alternative is 'get killed', so this seems like a much better idea."
"Squassation? What is that, like, getting birds to squawk in your face for a while?" Rigel mutters to himself, fractions of a second before the crowd erupts in anger. Looking around, he realizes that some kind of conflict is inevitable, he starts making his way through the crowd, trying to get someplace he can avoid being seen. He eventually gets himself into a secluded alleyway , where he takes a moment to catch his breath before opening his bag. The fear and trepidation is clear on his face as he stares into the bag, before reaching in and pulling out the mask and cloak. He mutters reassurances to himself as he changes into his other outfit.
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