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I deeply apologize for having to do this, especially to the newcomers, but I will be bowing out of this game. I had originally joined under the vision of GM Dak, and he and I together had formed a very personal plan for Sveng's character development. There is no shade to be cast on GM Fuzzfoot here, for he was very gracious and welcome to help this campaign continue where GM Dak had let it fall, but after some time continuing on I just don't think Sveng is ready to continue forward without the mutual vision of GM Dak. I wish you all the best, and I'm sure I will see you around the boards. P.S. I will be marking this campaign as inactive, so if you you have any comments/questions/concerns please private message them to me.
I will be largely unavailable starting tomorrow until the following Monday, so about the next 10 days. I may be able to check in briefly on my phone but won't be able to do any long or complicated posts. Please GMPC me as needed.
Sveng narrowed his eyes. He couldn't tell if she had just lost her temper for a moment before, or if she was turning the charm back on for him. But he could not push the matter, especially in the group, without accomplishing more towards ruining their relationship instead of helping her grow. He keeps his thoughts to himself, saving for later that night once they had more privacy. "I have met Sir Gul, briefly." Sveng's gaze moves over to Eregos. "A brutish, simple man. The only question is if he is cowardly or stubborn. A coward may turn to our side, but if he is stubborn he would indeed die with the current rulers. His demise at our hands would not surprise me." Sveng says this all with the detached analysis as if considering where to put their next infrastructure job at. "For pardoning all crimes, we of course cannot acquiesce such a request. We would need to be more surgical with pardoning, I believe we are all in agreement with that. Allow an appeal for each crime where they may present their case. Burdensome, but not as problematic as a sweeping pardon."
Sveng raises his brows when Valeria explodes at the locals, and he drifts back into the shadows just a bit more. He keeps his silence until the party has privacy, then steps forward and stares at them intently, quietly until it is clear he has something to say. "That was a misstep." It was not a seething accusation, but neither was it padded to coddle. "To anger is to invite enemies, and such insults should be carefully considered for what benefit they would bring before letting them escape your lips." He stares at Valeria for a moment. "The only benefit here was to yourself. Small and foolish enemies they may be, but enemies you have made, and a pawn can undo a queen if the play is right." Sveng lets that hang in the air a moment more, then inhales and moves on. "We should let them languish in obscurity. Do not persecute them unduly, but neither reward them. Pay them in fair trades for fair goods, enough to keep them from starving. They will likely shake their fists in drunken anger about what happened here today, but as long as they can fill their bellies these do not seem like aspirational people."
What do we know to date of Sir Gul Gusaire? Is a knowledge check called for here?
Sveng happily volunteers his basically useless weapons over.
Sveng waves a hand absentmindedly. "Yes, yes, I shall help build anticipation. Eregos don't worry about building anything fancy, a good box or two will do just fine."
Sveng's lip twitches and an almost even smile comes up, followed by contemplation upon Sara's follow up. "I do not think I have ever heard such confidence in choice of pastry. It is hard to turn it down in that case, with such a capable salesperson behind it." He nimbly takes a scone, taking a modest bite, and chewing slowly. "Mhmm...perhaps we shall win over Beggarwood with pastries alone. A bakery is a small price to pay for loyalty."
"Did...did you just happen to have a scone on you?" Sveng looks morbidly curious.
Uhhhhh apparently I was not getting discussion thread updates, thanks Paizo. Yes, I agree with the rest for those choices. As far as our actions, what comes next?
Sveng does seem intrigued by the mask, although he frowns slightly at the changes it makes to his face. Sveng always valued his professional but neutral and forgettable features. Still, the benefits far outweighed the risks, and lately he had been gathering more and more attention on his name anyways so he wasn't sure how much being looked over was really possible anymore.
Sveng fixes his cuffs, and wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead. That was risky Sveng. Perhaps unnecessarily so. He turns and inclines his head to Atratus. "Well met. We hope that your piece of nature may remain peaceful from now on. If new qualms arise, please consider us your first point of contact to resolve them."
Sveng blasts the jellies around him again.
Then he quickly conceals his religious symbol and points at the fleeing jellies. "Finish them! Bludgeon them now!" He calls to the others.
Sveng reaches between the buttons of his jacket, clasping something resting on his chest. His eyes glance about as he notes the location of all of his allies, and he waits for them to begin their next retreat, that way they're behind him. Then his grip tightens and he pulls out his unholy symbol. From Sveng suddenly erupts a vicious slicing maelstrom, devastating the grass and foliage as it screams outwards. The black energy passes harmlessly over his allies, as if they were inoculated by some kind of form-fitting bubble protection. But to the jellies, it has no such qualms, and rips into them.
Sveng moves back, firing another bolt. "Keep it up, split it further."
Sveng fires off a bolt to begin splitting the creature. "Keep your distance, it moves slowly."
"Mhmm." Sveng chews over the idea in his mind. "We play right into its strength. Split it into as many creatures as possible, preferably with ranged or long-hafted weapons, and continue to retreat from it, as oozes are notoriously slow. Once it's separated down to its lowest components...I'll take care of it." Sveng finishes ominously. He fixes his collar, staring at the polluted water intensely.
Sveng exhales softly with amusement at Sara's comment. "Oozes. Didn't think our efforts would put us into contest with such...strange creatures."
Sveng barely keeps his legs out of the growing vines, looking about with an intense stare.
Sveng does look more engaged with the drowned maiden problem. "I would postulate a kind of undead, most likely. There is a good chance I will be able to deliver a final solution, but likely we will have to find and confront her first." Sveng smiles politely to Sara's teasing comment, but does not return the banter.
Sveng seems terminally disinterested in the whole fiasco, but at least happy that it worked out in a way nobody died and it became positive PR for them.
Sveng twists his new black ring, and it faintly glows with a light-sucking energy. "Egaem oluud!" He then raises his hands, fingers crooked out sharply. "Tirol hcajs!" His fingers move manipulatively in a way that looks like he's trying to constrain something through puppeteering.
Sveng's eyes turn black, but this time seem to drain the color and life from the very air itself. "Arnyktuan!"
Sveng travels along to Baron Okerra's with the others, making himself into a sliding shadow behind Valeria. A dutiful, quiet, imposing, enigmatic force behind her.
Sveng tags along and aids with some magic when need be, but otherwise seems very distant from the whole endeavor. He instead pours over a myriad of journals and notes, tidying up and cross referencing and doing all sorts of work while the others search for the fish. When it arrives he sighs, standing up to help them fight it.
Sveng inhales, raising his voice to be heard. "We need the individuals responsible for assaulting this man. A crime that does not hurt the body or property of another person does not warrant a violent response, guilty or not."
"Second-" Sveng steps closer to Portimer. "We need the entire truth of the matter. It will be investigated and the truth will be unveiled, but if the information comes from you first then that will be a favorable consideration."
Sveng puts a light hand on Sara's shoulder, lowering his voice. "Peace. We are the law here, and I doubt a single one of us thinks this is punishable by death."
Well first things first. Sveng tries to judge the intentions of the man, his gaze turning frighteningly piercing.
Sveng looms quietly, then slips closer and says in a low voice to Valeria. "I will attend as well. My knowledge may be of some assistance." And this is probably far more important than deciding the fate of one person.
Sveng would not be good with the crossbow, but he would also not be egregiously bad. Dex is in fact his highest physical stat at a solid 12 lol
I vote for an additional split for party loot, so unless the majority says otherwise I will be adding the 1307.28gp to my sheet, bringing me to 2308.38gp. I would be interested in getting a headband of wisdom +2, spending 2000 of that gold.
Is that loot split into an extra share for "party loot"? I usually recommend such for party expenses like healing wands, but I'm fine either way.
A crafter? Certainly useful, could save us quite a bit of personal wealth if we continue to have to handle these violent situations on our own. "Bimble Fickleblooper, I wish we could meet in better circumstances." He looks down at Piri's corpse with well-maintained sadness and regret. Sense Motive DC 20 (hunch):
Sveng was showing regret, although it seemed to be more about the loss of an asset rather than the loss of a friend. "So, the Red Ember. It seems your time with Baron Cardigan did not damper your flame." Sveng's insight into Bimble's past was rather shrewd. "Hmm, your flattery is unnecessary but not unwelcome." He says with a small dismissive wave. "Princess Eutropia has a good cause, the right politics and names behind it for a wave of progress. Do not think me a selfless agent, I place myself at her side to rise along with her, but between the alternative options for a rising tide strategy, the choice was clear."
Sveng drinks in the information from Valeria, silently nodding in agreement to her plan.
Twang!
Sveng stops and looks down at the old crossbow. I am a MUCH better shot than I thought.
Sveng frowns at the gap in his knowledge. He hopes the creature is not particularly dangerous, as since it is badly outnumbered they should be able to dispatch of it quickly otherwise. Still, he aids with a crossbow bolt, if nothing else for the time being.
If Sveng was aware of Sara's line of thoughts in response to his actions, his face certainly didn't betray the insight. Although his eyes did flick back to her for a moment after she stopped looking at him.
Sveng makes sure to also enchant their newest newcomer. "Well met. I have a line on local tailors, if you need a recommendation." He says to Capricia. Evident by Sveng's own sharp and well-made suit, the man clearly had good tastes.
Sveng grabs Sara's shoulder. Not a strong grip, but an insistent one. He reaches a hand into his shirt, grabbing onto something. "Rirharf bap." Sveng's eyes go night-sky black and his hand glows a deep blue. He softly touches the side of Sara's neck, which adopts a fainter version of the blue glowing. Then he does the same for everybody present, repeating the effects. [b]"You can all breath water as you would air for
Sveng's brow furrows with concern. He hoped Piri was still with them and could be retrieved. "Sara, well met." Sveng gave a small, controlled bow of his head. "I'm afraid we must save the proper introductions for later, as we have a comrade in need of our help. Are either of you strong swimmers?"
My irl GM usually runs a group that has more or less 10 active players but we all have really hectic schedules so you only usually get about six people at a session. His excuse is that there is an ethereal dumpster that follows us around randomly and indiscriminately eating and throwing up players as it feels necessary. So there's a suggestion if you want to go with that :)
No need to fix what's already working.
Sveng sees the weak undead, concerned for a moment but soon realizing their group had the situation well in hand. He conserves resources, drawing his own crossbow which he holds with an amateur, but steady grip.
I doubt I have full insight into Toby's stance, but I do know that at least a small part of it was how unfriendly this module is to frontliner types. There are not a lot of frontliner builds that are also good socialites or skill monkeys. As Eregos has shown a well built vigilante manages to cover the role quite nicely, but I know that Toby had quite a lot of "Standing around and waiting for combat to happen" syndrome. Although from Valeria's comment it seems that Toby has largely disengaged from the medium as a whole, which I have no insight into. We have a discord of very strong and reliable PbP player's if we need to search for more numbers. |