The elf shoots Tony a sideglance, nods to indicate that he was ready and moves through the open portal, a hand readied on his sheathed blade.
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Pointing to the door closest the fallen large rat man, Vaelus shrugs and says "one is as good as another, I suppose. How about this one?"
The elf smirks at Orsal and chides sardonically "what, no laud? I thought I did pretty well at that." He checks on Tony, despite having no healing to provide, and mills about a bit on the level below before heading into the area above where Jesset and Kelwyn are.
Vaelus snaps his katana back into its scabbard with a scowl and prods the felled ratman before him with a foot for any further sign of life.
Clearly misjudging the large ratman, Vaelus keeps his katana's momentum going with a flourish and a step as he spins it twice and strikes at the creature again. ooc actions:
Seeing the large ratman drop down within easy reach, and inspired by Orsal's predisposition towards violence, Vaelus moves to assist Tony and brings his blade to bear on the large rat-thing. OOC Stuff:
The elf chuckles, and then raises his voice enough to be heard by all in the courtyard, shouting at the walls. "Ratmen?? Ha!" He laughs derisively, "Come on then, rats. Let's see what sort of challenge you pose!" To emphasize the seriousness of his challenge, the elf draws the katana from the black laquered scabbard on his hip with deadly purpose and stands his ground. OOC Stuff:
The Harrow Elf's brow furrowed and his scowl deepened at the revelation that everyone was trapped inside the former-manor, but his face began to relax in confusion and curiosity as he noticed the voices. "What in the Hells...?" Despite his best efforts, he wandered around the courtyard, though he made sure not to stray too far from the others. "Come to you, where? Where are you?" he answered into the emptiness around the same time Victoria tried to make nice. He wandered back to her and Orsal, puzzled.
"Ah, yes, Pythoness House. I have heard of this place. Pythoness House was once a manor home, built before there was a Nobles’ Quarter for the rich to occupy. It has changed hands many times, eventually becoming a brothel before being abandoned. "
"Excellent sleuthing Kelwyn," Vaelus praised, his spirits seeming to have lifted considerably with the lighter rain and even moreso at the somewhat less crowded Minstrel. He scratches his head for a moment, considering the Pythoness House.
Vaelus watches the three fiddle with the lock for a while, appreciative to be indoors and drying out for a while. He spends some of his time quickly picking up the room and making sure everyone who wants one has a seat before sitting himself and having a smoke. At Kelwyn's supposition and Jesset's subsequent question, the harrow elf furrows his brow and wracks his brain for any clues.
Vaelus nods in response, adding "someone fetch Tony" and once they are ready, leads the group quickly and directly back to his modest abode in Midtown, taking only a few shortcuts and detours to avoid the routes he once knew the Watch to frequent.
Vaelus delivers a quiet slow clap for Kelwyn, an approving smirk showing his appreciation for the elf's work. Turning to address Orsal, he says flatly "I have a house. It is in Midtown and relatively safe. I can guarantee that we will not be disturbed, at least."
Vaelus taps his forefinger lightly against the hilt of his blade and pushes himself from the wall under the eave. He glances towards what Doran indicates with an apathetic arch of an eyebrow, but pulls back to keep himself from being exposed to more rain and listens to the plan discussion.
I'm indifferent. Perception is overused anyway :)
The Harrow Elf ducks under an eave to get out of the rain, if only temporarily, muttering "gods, finally..." to himself before piping up to ask "Is this it? I don't see any ogres or merchants or ogre merchants.".
Vaelus begrudgingly follows, keeping company with Kelwyn and Tony and trying his best to keep dry on the trek through the sopping streets. His frown soured into a scowl as he tried to keep pace.
His frown deepening, Vaelus shifts in his chair and heaves a sigh. "I'd better tag along. I can run some interference if it looks like anyone is going to get nicked."
Unmoving, the Harrow Elf watches the entire incident with a smirk on his face, at one point muttering "oh this is getting interesting" as Victoria cows the tavern patrons into spilling aloud whatever conspiratorial whispers they had previously been sharing. He adjusts himself comfortably in his seat, his piercing silver eyes barely able to look past the mug he brings to his face to sip, but Orsal's question pulls him from his intended revelry and the elf's smirk subsides, settling back into a flat look, bordering on a frown. "Theft brings the Watch, and I've no wish to get locked up, despite my connections."
"...to old friends and new," he adds, drawing another sip from his mug before relaxing back in his seat. Socializing was tiring for the Harrow Elf, and this seemed like it would be a long night of it. Best to pace himself lest his manners run low and he tosses a casual offence.
Vaelus' sardonic smirk fades, replaced by his everpresent scowl. "Oh..." he says as he grips Tony's shoulder firmly. "Truly, I am sorry to hear of your troubles." The smirk slowly grows on his face at the next thought. "Though if you ever need to work for a living like real folk, let me know. I can put in a good word for ya." Vaelus thanks the waitress as she distributes beverages and lifts his mug to his friends. "To freedom."
Vaelus smirks at the comment, but follows the jovial elf nonetheless, plopping himself into a seat, brushes aside the empty mug in front of him and pulls his katana from his belt, resting it against the chair so he may sit comfortably. He waves an arm in the air to catch the attention of a server and mouths the word 'ale' for her.
As Tony sits down, Vaelus gives him a short wave in acknowledgement. "Hail Nedraid," he says, eyeing the man with another smirk (a smirk was the closest the Harrow Elf came to jubilance). "I've been working! We don't all have mother and father to provide for us. Not that I'm eager to meet you on the field again... unless you promise to keep your feet on the ground this time?" The dark-souled elf looks about the room casually as he speaks, only half paying attention to Gorti's plug of the Delver's Guild, and devoting the rest of his attention towards tracking down the server with whom he had ordered.
The Harrow Elf stalked the soaked streets, as miserable in this weather as a tomcat, and tried to readjust his sopping cloak to keep the rain from pattering his face. His sensitive eyes pierced the gloom well enough for his purposes, though the downpour didn't help. As always, he kept to himself along the walk, ignoring the gaze of the shivvel-heads with an almost zealous intensity as he walked the familiar paths to the Minstrel. Ironic, he thought, to spend one's night off at one's place of employ. Though his pace and path were direct, he arrived somewhat after the rest of the group, watching them file through the Minstrel's doors. Taking the opportunity to slip in behind the rest, he gives a quick nod of recognition to Illumater, saying simply "Shorn," as he navigates into the room. He catches sight of Kelwyn, an elf who was known to him, as he pulls his drenched cloak from his head, and moves nearer the elf. "Evening, Kelwyn." He states simply. "I see you braved the deluge successfully."
I'm not sure if it matters, but it doesn't look like I made it to the 'characters' tab. Otherwise, I'm happy to be here!
Great! Looking forward to this. =D
Alright. I'm de-mythic'ed, and rerolling the 1 for HP:
Here we go...
Aside from HP - which I don't see mentioned, and will change as necessary - I think Vaelus is ready for consideration.
According to ultimate campaign the closest i could find is an Inn which has base cost of the equvalent of 2130 gp but that is the very basic meaning very small only a couple of rooms, nothing super fancy to be on par with the likes of say the Ghostly Minstrel its going to get expensive and well beyond your current means. If you want to tie yourself(work there are a bartender or the like) to a particular bar or the Minstrel is a good one as this will be the rallying point for the group and over time you could become part owner or the like. That sounds good - and is probably for the best. He can start off tied to the Ghostly Minstrel, and it can become a goal of his to claim part of (or all of) it as his own - essentially as a mark of success.
This is genjuro_zero, and here's a draft of Vaelus. I don't have the mechanics finished yet. In his background, I wanted him to be a business owner (or a partial-owner) for a bar/brothel, but I'm not sure what sort of price that would run from his starting gold. Any thoughts? I mostly want it as a place to call his home-base when not adventuring and to use it as downtime plot point. |