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20 posts. Alias of James Martin (RPG Superstar 2010 Top 16, 2011 Top 32).


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That's too bad. I'm sorry I couldn't do more to save you...


Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34[/ooc]+4 vs traps![/ooc]


Still in flawless Elvish, "Of course. May your sword be sharp and your armor strong, Knight."


Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Silvio smiles reassuringly at the Hellknight.


Still in flawless Elvish, Silvio nods. "I will not insult you by offering a bribe or some such lawless nonsense. Instead I offer my sincerest pledge that I shall have them marked as soon as I return to my estates. Oh and the large dog. It is unconventional but the angry one is somehow bound to it and it soothes him. Plus thieves defecate themselves when it growls." Silvio breaks into a high titter as he says this, clearly amused by the thought.


Silvio pulls himself up to his full height and glares down at the Hellknight. In a loud voice (and in Elvish) he begins to launch into a long and boring tale of how he acquired the services of the afore mentioned servants and how he doesn't feel marking his servants will do them any good. Instead he relies on subtle intimidation and the threat of violence done to loved ones to motivate his employees. Having done this, he stares intently at the Hellknight.

Silvio is channeling his inner Parisian.

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25


Silvio nods and changes his clothing to match a well-to-do noble's outfit. "Are we ready?" If he hears an affirmative, he sets himself and marches imperiously toward the hellknights. As he gets close, he pays attention to how the other nobles seem to act. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28


"I'm game for a good lie on the Hellknights. How's this?" He concentrates and his clothes change to a noble's outfit. Then he concentrates and his armor become a hellknight's plate mail. "Or this?"


I've no skill in it, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Alternately we could cause a distraction and sneak past.


Disguises for everyone?


Silvio nods slowly. "I take it my participation in this venture would satisfy our arrangement? If so, then I believe I am as ready as I'll ever be. Might as well act before anyone can be alerted to our plans." Silvio stands and stretches, much like a cat, allowing several joints to pop as he slides into a fencer's lunge and repeats with each leg.


"Devils, he says. As if they're merely devils. Not creatures dedicated to tearing down your soul and devouring your very being. Anyone have a devil-bane rapier? No?" Silvio grumbles, but then he sets his shoulders. "So, oh illustrious leader, what kills devils?"


Silvio slowly sits back down, looking chastened.


Silvio very slowly stops, looks at the Songbird with a somewhat dubious look on his face and holds up one finger. "Us? Is someone here a magic pixie with magic pixie powers? Because I'm almost certain that you'd need one of those to take on an army of devils in a city from Hell. Also, perhaps a holy warrior or a demi-hero of some repute. I am a businessman. A businessman. Not a hero. I'll show myself out then, shall I?"


"So, there's an actual port to Hell in Westcrown? A verifiable two-way street to the Nether Regions that allows them to resupply at will? No wonder they're so numerous and bold! At a moment's notice they can waltz back home without a look back. So, is this portal stable? Can we patch it?"


"Don't look at them too long. Don't go out after dark. Don't get involved. Don't deal with them." Silvio recites, a litany of ways to avoid them.


Silvio returns the handshake. "Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that. In this economy, an elf's got to be an entrepreneur, ready for any opportunity that presents itself. Mostly I procure specialized objects for discriminating clients, replicate necessary documents and cheat the blackhearted and blue-blooded. You know, the ordinary skill set." Silvio grins widely at this description, amusing himself if no one else.


"Bishop? Is that a name or a title?"


Silvio, a gaunt bald elf with a definite look of discomfort on his face, nods politely. "Pleasure to meet you lot and all. My dear friend here tells me at some length that you are in need of my particular brand of aid. He simply never stops talking, that one. I am, as he said, Silvio Gascon, entrepreneur in these troubled times in which we find ourselves. Is this one of those jobs where it is best no one know anyone else or are we all friends, braiding each other's hair and sharing heart-warming stories of love, redemption and the distances between us?"

RPG Superstar 2010 Top 16, 2011 Top 32

Okay, I should have a final profile and character ready within a couple hours then!

EDIT: I chose Forlorn and Conspiracy Hunter. I should be good to go now!