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"It is certain that stealing nourishes courage, strength, skill, tact, in a word, all the virtues useful to a republican system and consequently to our own. Lay partiality aside, and answer me: Is theft, whose effect is to distribute wealth more evenly, to be branded as a wrong in our day, under our government which aims at equality? Plainly, the answer is no." ― Marquis de Sade
That wording does not mean that someone proficient in short swords is necessarily proficient in gladii. It would be a question of whether basic weapon proficiencies count as a "feat or ability". I don't have the wording for the vanity at hand, but if it doesn't read as a bonus that fits with the list above then it doesn't apply to the Day Job roll. Similarly, the above would be a type of Class feature, so it sounds like that would in fact count (just a question of whether the "nocturnal" bit got in the way, which would be very silly, conceptually).
How about this bit? Also, suppose he's got the Thieves' Guild Membership vanity: Could he apply the Sleight of Hand bonus to his "Day" Job rolls? Also, consider the gladius: Feats and abilities that affect shortswords apply to the gladius. If one is proficient in short swords, does that mean proficiency in gladii as well?
Good to know! Soooo.... The vigilante gains low-light vision. If he already has low-light vision, he gains a +4 competence bonus on Perception checks in low light. The vigilante also gains a +2 competence bonus on Sleight of Hand and Stealth checks at night. What if he's got Darkvision, bot not Low-Light Vision, per se? Can the latter do anything the former can't? Also, suppose he's got the Thieves' Guild Membership vanity: Could he apply the Sleight of Hand bonus to his "Day" Job rolls?
The past few years gave been particularly tough for a lot of people, creating mental stress, pressures, and other issues, and worsening those that may have already existed. It's worth understanding that "the past few years" have merely been the bursting of a boil that's actually been building up for a lot longer; trust me, I've been paying attention. What happens today is seldom the result of what happened only yesterday. While I do appreciate you checking in, real life has to come first. Gaming can take a backseat. Focus on what you need to. Please don't be afraid to seek or ask for help when you need it. Sometimes I wonder if this attitude's being taken too far, beyond proper context, or 'out of proper sequence'. Sangfroid is a good thing...relentless emotional glasnost, not so much. Please consider professional services, if you think they may help. Those have been the drumbeat of my life since I was 6, thanks!
Sirius looks above him and suddenly remembers why he doesn't normally do 'daring heroics' like he just did.
There's not much help for it now, though. In for a dirham, in for a dinar!, he thinks as he boldly ducks and weaves his way to the next most accessible adversary, swiftly administering a mean jab to the eye - of course, it has too many of those for that to impede its vision much, but the move is quite painful!
If I can reach Black Widow:
"Whoah, hi there!" Sirius bellows, mostly as an alert to the near-blind human next to him, before reaching out quick as a wink to give the huge spider just behind them a jab to the eye - of course, it has too many for that to have quite the same effect as it would an anthropoid, but it sure is painful!
If I can't: Once again finding himself chafing at being so crowded in...
...Sirius somersaults spectacularly over his accomplices' heads and lands in front of the nearest spider ahead of them...
...and
Despite Koani's protestations, Sirius figures, why leave a job half-done when there might be an even greater reward for taking down a pirate-ship? Besides, it's a bit late for honor among thieves; they already shot him! He breaks out his starkly handsome new shortbow and takes a potshot at the most vulnerable target: That poor yutz swinging off the Waverender's aft-side....
Sirius looks up from his handiwork chopping ropes...straight up into the face of a sabre-rattling pirate. His eyes go from the face...to the sword...and back again. "Welcome aboard, swabby," He greets the unsolicited shipmate. "As you can see, I am working here..."
"...BUT, your contribution is very much appreciated!" He finishes, as Sirius raises his hand to his assailant's eye-level to show its contents: The raider's own belt. Any who dare to look down will see the poor pirate's pantaloons now lie heavily around his ankles.
As Lauranna s He seems like a local - dressed in light armor of some strange dark plant-material over loose but practical clothing, a subtly beautiful cloak, and an assortment of light weapons that, while somewhat exotic, are not too out of place in a place like this - and and yet...not. Keleshite features are not exactly common in the River Kingdoms, and when's the last time you saw ANY human, Keleshite or otherwise, of such unearthly pallor? And where did that soft breeze suddenly come from...? "Oh! Ummm...YARRR, terribly sorry...cap'n. I'll be hoistin' me sails toward the horizon, now, shall I?" He picks himself up with inhuman ease, and is about to continue on...until he looks at something in his hand that causes him to slowly turn back to Lauranna. "Uhhh...'Cap'n'? I believe this is yours," He says as he hands her a Token of the Open Road. HER Token of the Open Road. As well as a handful of candies, loose change, and small knickknacks that had been much too securely stored among her things to have all jumped out by accident. He takes a step back and with a flourish, produces another such token - and another copy of the very same missive the rest of you received. "You must be my party! Welcome to Daggermark, my home-far-from-home for the last several months now! Allow me to introduce myself: I am Sirius, and..." He steps back to take in the rest of the party, deducing who they are with practiced alacrity. "From the looks of it, what your merry band needs is indeed in need of is a THIEF! None of this 'expert treasure-hunter' tinsel. I am at your service," He says as he finishes with a mockery of an ornate Qadiran bow.
(guitar riff) A hot bikini in the
(guitar riff) A bobbin' evil pair of
(guitar riff) I tried unlacin' it, I feel so bad--
(guitar riff) My trip to second base had
(guitar riff) A Hooter's waitress and an
(guitar riff) I feel so stupid like a klutzy lad,
(guitar riff) Her D-cups burstin' but I
(guitar riff) A double helpin' of some
(guitar riff) They're so damn close but still so out of reach--
(guitar riff)
I've got something in my front pocket for you
There's something in my front pocket
Well, I went for a drive in my pickup truck
show her my gloves
perfume that she buys
...POLKA-DOT UNDIES!!!
- Yeah, my polka-dot undies from Miracle Mart
Turn a sharp corner
Pointing to something that
- Yeah, my polka-dot undies that I wear back-to-front
"Brother's new car?
Whole damn family
- Well, I took her out to dinner but on one thing she was firm:
Stories that her brother
Fish and chips
- I kissed her softly and I said, "I'll tell you what:
Last bar of chocolate,
Taxi; And I said, "I beg your pardon!
- The moral of this story,
Milk or tea,
Vague innuendos and
On his way out of Daggermark, Sirius has time for one last caper: "Crazy times, aye, untouchables gettin' touched but good 'n all?" Inquires a chatty burglar Sirius meets atop some roof or another. "These are indeed days of shifty wind...Say, friend, any chance Local's accepting new associates?" "No sah. Now's no time ter be op'nin yer arms to strangers 'round here. More t' the pointy, Local don't want more bodies t' keep track of just yet. Bad luck, sah." "Bah, I can make my own luck well enough. Sometimes, all it takes is helping to guide others in their own - speaking of which, are you hungry?" "Ter be honest, sah, I ain't et more'n a few crumbs in days, with a flagon of Dripping Wall's cheapest t' tides me over. Crazy times AND lean times. S'no good. Where's this 'opportunity' what's supposed t' come wiv crisis?" "Well, my friend, sometimes you must stray from the roads you know to find it. You and I, for example, we're clearly both roofrunners born and bred, but sometimes I test my limits in other strata...like the sewers. Nasty business down there, but it's not all bad. Just happens there's a lovely, lovely bit of big, tender, succulent, not-at-all-smelly mushrooms at around this intersection..."
"Mushrooms? Big, tasty ones?!? Gefarg it, I'll takes what I kin get...I hear some of'm kin leave ye with visions of wisdom, or even give ye the strength of a man twice yer size! Thanks for the tipoff! I kin get down there, have me a little feast, 'n get back 'afore next bell!" "It IS nasty business getting there, mind you...you might want someone to hold onto anything you want to keep spotless...." "Ah, well, alls I got that precious right now is me own Guild token for the Local. 'Ere, keep a good eye on it, and don't you move from this roof 'till next bell!" "Fair winds to you, good sir, wherever you're sent...." Sirius waits on the roof. The next bell comes...and then the next...but not the haggard guildsman, leaving Sirius holding a pristine token for the local guild that likely no longer has an owner....
"Janus," Sirius begins, not looking at Janus or Janus or Timinic as he speaks but instead at the bodies of the fallen as he loots them blind, "If you wish to volunteer for the position yoursel...ves, be my guest. Hell, you might actually be good at it. If you can think of someone...or someplural...else to nominate for the job, name it. Otherwise, what's the harm in wishing the default nominee here fair winds, and letting him fly or flounder thereafter on his own merits without you being a Negative Nasreddin?"
"Now don't be too hasty, Sirius" Hosser says, ever the peacemaker... "...When did I say anything?!?" After a second's awkward pause: "I suppose I should say something now...which is...that it should probably be up to Timinic whether he stays or leaves. We can't expect anyone to make a good Venture-Captain whose heart isn't in it, but only he would know. If not, maybe he knows someone else who could make a better successor? Losing a Lodge here would blow."
Despite his nasty arrow wound, Sirius manages to completely EVADE the explosion. He slides out of the smoke like a ball-game player with such speed that he manages to bring a puff of the smoke cloud along with him, and direct it into the bomber's face!
At least, he tries to. It dissipates pretty darned quickly. |
