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Hope everyone is doing okay, I've put this off for far too long and I think it's best I bow out of this game ( and others I'm on), I just keep forgetting to come to the forums to check and post and when I do I just post the bare minimum, It's become a chore that I don't look forward to, and me not posting and holding things up isn't fair to the other players or the GM. Nothing against any of you, absolutely not, you're the best. *hugs DAA* *hugs Mark* Sorry I couldn't keep it together for your game, DAA.
*sends hugs* Week before last I caught Covid (again) and in addition to royally f~$*ing me up it's made a mess of me trying to remember what all was doing or involved in with stuff in general, times a bit of a blur.
"Good dog." Sithe commented after the large beast decided, with ample convincing, to not bite Valtyra. She didn't really care for dogs now that she thought about it, at least the large outside ones apparently everyone and their brother kept for show and security in equal measure, made her job harder most of the time. She much preferred the smaller, less deadly, and needy lap animals inside that could be bribed with affection and spare food. "I believe your VERY skilled fingers are required again." the invisible voice calls out to Telias as they approach the door. "I wonder if it's rigged to explode?" she thinks aloud as she looks over all the dragon iconography.
Eventually the group will hear a familiar crass voice call out to them, from right beside them. "Right, I got nothing, either someone picks the lock or y'all shimmy your fine well toned bottoms over the fence... mind the pokey bits at the top."
Nodding even though she was invisible, something she found she did all the time no matter how much she tried to break the habit, Sithe wandered off to see about less intrusive ways everyone could get in, they weren't all Duergars after all.
Unfortunately she has trouble remembering where her own hands and feet are half the time.
Resuming her state of non-existence Sithe tags along to the newest manor. "So we hop over or do we check for secret entrances and stuff?"
My apologies, will check everything to make sure it's all good in a bit
:( Hope kitty turns up alright.
I think just the one before the last one?
”I’m a night owl, I can keep going and going. Till that hateful searing abomination rises anyway.” the unseen Duergar responds.
Kinda the pitfall of playing a negative charimsa character who's kinda just going along with things.
Hunt down the white dwarf starlet?
*sends gentle hugs*
The painting floats to the door seemingly, then taking some time to reorient so it doesn’t actually hit anything before coming into the sitting room where it is gently placed in an unused corner. ”Wonder if we can just toss it in a fireplace?” Sithe asks as she’s heard walking over to a chair, following by the slight creaking and impression being made on the cushion as she takes a seat.
"Uh, y'all want me to just stay out here or set this on fire or...?" the floating painting calls out as the group heads inside.
Thankies, it do
Got Covid, existing -_-
As the group assembles and talks with the constable and the captive a painting floats slowly over to the group while still keeping its distance. And cover.
hmmmmm... tempting...
Is there anything I can/should do with the painting?
"But it's sooooooo tempting!" Sithe calls back in a lout yet flat tone.
"Uh, what should I do now? I kinda just grabbed it on reflex." Sithe asks nonchalantly to no one in particular.
*hugs* Take all the time you need.
*sends headwubs* And yeah, it gonna do a float.
Sooooo, crisis averted? Sithe thnks to herself as she creeps over to the bundled up painting.
Can we see whatever attacked the man?
As they approach and Sithe sees the Barracks and the Bank she simply shakes her head before she recasts her naturally imbued invisibility.
"Shimmy faster handsome, it's a fence, not your date." Sithe calls out as she slithers over the fences and other architecture with ease.
Sithe decided to make the most of no one seeing her when it all went to shit and simply remained hidden amongst the crowd. As the host and group depart she takes him up on his offer and makes her way to the wine and food.
At first growing a sour expression as Telias brushes her off using far too many words than were necessary it instead turns into a greedy grin when he begins proffering as his mouth continued to ramble nonstop. Damn, I'm a better negotiator than I thought... I didn't even realize I was negotiating! "Deal." is all she says before taking better stock of the room and... well everything else in it. Shrugging she steadies her mind as she begins making her way towards the stage.
Now I know why Duergar are so grim, they're Dwarves that can't get drunk.
"But the closet has leverage... you look like you'd need it." Sithe rebuts while effortlessly dodging all the flailing and grabbing and cheer of the drunks without a second thought. Practice most likely.
Firing into the ceiling could work. Of course we'd have to worry about people being trampled then.
Ooo, yeah!
"Ohh, wanting to sneak off to a cleaning closet for a bit to still the nerves?" Sithe reflexively says when Telias manhandles her into getting into the party. Ignoring all the rabble from the fops she spies the veiled art across the room, mostly on account of the host pointing it out. "I wanna bet it's the paper one. But lady luck's garrison sized ass being as fickle as it is it might be one of the others." she tells the artist.
"Party? Sweet!" Sithe thinks aloud to herself as the group makes their way towards the breadcrumbs. On arriving she takes a moment to take it all in. "Oh wait... party... lots of people..."" she then whistles, "Thaaaaaat's gonna be a bodycount all right."
*nods* Do we have any definite leads or do we just wander around randomly making Diplomacy/Survival checks?
"Who else gets random deliveries of paintings to them?"
"Have fun with that." Sithe calls over her shoulder as she begins preparing tea. "... okay fine you convinced me! I'll go too! And don't think it's because you're all hot. Or because it's the right thing to do. Or because I haven't felt this alive in years. Or for... any other silly reason y'all can come up with."
"Oh you can tend to me all you want handso-I mean tall drink of... whisky?" Sithe airily replies to Gabrielle in an attempt to mimic his tone.
"Mayhaps this Darry Dingleberry was just the delivery boy, if he owes you money who else does he owe? He might not know or he might, the point is he knows enough, and is the one delivering the art." the Duergar thinks aloud as she moves over to the kettle.
Relieved to be freed, and more importantly, alive, Sithe takes a moment to catch her breath and come to her senses, appearing non-responsive and catatonic to those around her but in truth they went out of their way to save her and they had everything under control so she didn't see a need to work herself up immediately. Hearing that Asheron was dead, which meant she wasn't getting paid, made her just want to take a nap and forget everything else. Finally she takes a deep breath and shakes her head as she scampers to her feet. "Right! Sorry about that mess, kinda rusty in the whole monster slaying department, got a promotion and moved over into the run-away-and-hide-as-fast-as-you-can-department a long time ago." she calls out to the others in a voice not made for indoors as she saunters after those that left her. "I think we could all go for some tea right now. Yeah, tea sounds good after being traumatized." she says to no one in particular.
Sorry for my absence, got suspended last Friday and it ended this Friday, just now got caught up with everything.
”What he said! I may be delicate but I taste like charcoal!” Sithe continues as she wiggles and flails.
"Not that kinda lass!" Sithe shouts while wiggling in the tentacle's grasp.
HSSSSSSS!!!! *sigh* Thankies |