Vallegrath's page

Yeah, sorry, I'm feeling the same. Lots of days with not much happening, and when it does, a lot less detail and such than I'm used to. Sorry man.

Val raises an eyebrow at Zdravko. "Talk to them? Only if we're outnumbered, or they otherwise look like they'd kill us. I don't talk to orcs. I bend their minds and make them do what I want like the weak-willed peons they are. I speak orc, if I have to, but it's such a weird language - they have seventeen words for blood, for example, depending on how fresh it is, and if it comes from a sentient being or not. Pain in the ass language, frankly."

He scratches his chin. "We don't want them killing the woman, though. Waste of a perfectly good maiden, frankly, and I'm certain it would hurt our reputation in getting future work if we let an innocent die."

He widens his smile to a wicked grin and looks at Dany. "I have an idea. Can anyone else here cast ghost sound? I could use minor image to disguise her riding her horse as a much nastier monster that would intimidate the orcs. Supplement that with a few roars, courtesy of ghost sound, and we've got a real nasty beast. Orcs would not kill a hostage if a monster attacked. All eyes would be on our warrior woman friend if the monster burst open the doors of the barn with a nasty charge. Meanwhile , Mosely can sneak up, cut the woman's bonds, sneak her out, and once the victim is free, the rest of us attack from behind and the sides."

He gives a shrug. "Sound good? Or anyone have another plan?"

Val nods, hanging back some. He whispers to the others as Mosely scouts ahead. "Sorry man...tracking and secret writing isn't my forte. But should the young man scouting find prey, we can plan an ambush. I can use ghost sounds for signals, I suppose. I can't really make any intelligible speech, but a subtle bird whistle will fool an orc, I'm sure...I'm sure our nature mage friend could help me perfect a number of signals most people wouldn't recognize. I can also probably cover almost any trap with a proper illusion, if that's more your type."

Probably. It's a cantrip. He has a rank in Spellcraft, which is how you identify spells, and it's on his own list, even though he doesn't have it yet.

"Several magics can produce light similar to a torch effect. But, more than likely it's just some kids with regular torches screwing around with the farmers."

Vallegrath stops and rubs his feet. "Oh, wonderful. Hiking. I feel so...ugh." He pauses, and spots Elaith, and shrugs.

Val shrugs at Dany. "You know, I was annoyed by it, too, but...meh, I can dry off without much effort. Plus, I mean, look at that adorable little thing! So freaking cute!"

Vallegrath raises an eyebrow at the assembled crew. "What the hell, why not? It's always nice to have company. Yes, the fields and the mansion seems the best course."

He blinks at Cedryk's comment, and his eyes open wide at the leshy in excitement. "Oh. My. Goddess. That thing is adorable! Crap, is it one of those plants that can eat stuff? You know, like the fly traps, or shambling mounds? I think I have some rations in my pack. Does it do tricks?" He follows the druid towards the fields. "Nature magic, huh? I met one of you folks before. Smelled like patchouli and kept asking if I wanted to smoke with him. Strange fellow, but his goodberries were delish, I'm telling you. This should be fun to watch."

The half-elf scoffs at the pamphlet's details. "Ten percent? Honestly, why not just, you know, take it for ourselves if all we're getting is 10%? Unless it's something you can't easily fence, like some rare, well known jewel or such. Ugh. Still, even those go for 25% on the black market, if you know the right people." He shrugs. "Still, a bunch of orcs in a mansion are bound to be soft compared to your typical tribal lot, no?"

Ha! Totally missed the Prancing Pony being from Tolkien until you mentioned it!

Hmmm, we're still short three halflings (pun unintended), but at least we got the ranger on sale - buy one halfling, get one ranger free! Too bad he's half off from the human one (pun intended)!

"Oh, you know, fame, fortune, women, the eventual life of leisure that traveling adventurers get to retire to after a life of danger. It's hard work, but I'd rather work a little hard for...oh, two years or so...than toil my ass off in some farm for forty years like my uncle. Ugh. Stopped by his place on the way here. I swear, I never want to hear about turnips again. Turnips are so damn boring."

He shrugs, whispers a word in the language of magic, flicks his fingers, and levitates a mug of ale over to his hand from the table using Mage Hand. "Besides, I mean, really, how much work is making stupid orcs kill each other? Practically takes care of itself."

Val stops at the job board and holds up a finger. "But a moment. Now this looks interesting. Lost treasure? Well, that sounds fun. I'm surprised this is still hanging here. I mean...it's deep in orc territory, but honestly, those pig-faced gorilla-men can barely count to ten with both hands, how hard could it be to outmaneuver them?"

He smiles, and waves over a barmaiden. "Darling, we'll take a table, a round of ale on the good woman to my left, and I don't know about the rest of these fine folk, but I'll take a pulled pork sandwich, since the walking mountain behind me swears to its quality, and I mean, look at him. He's far too hung over to lie."

As he waits for their table, Vallegrath starts to cast Prestidigitation to clean the party from previous inn and dry off their clothes, starting with Zdravko, then himself, Dany, and finally the druid and halfling.

He shivers a bit when he's finally clean, and sighs. "That is much better." He blinks at the sudden approach of Elaith.

Val raises an eyebrow at the bar employee. "No? Hmph. This establishment clearly isn't worth my time, anyway. I mean, honestly, what kind of backwoods dog and pony inn doesn't keep a table open for when actual class shows up at its doors?" He spins around after he's pushed, ready to verbally tear into the assaulter, when he notices it's a young, fit, and more importantly to his mind, female warrior, by the look of her armor.

"A thousand apologies, m'lady. I didn't mean to invade your personal space, at least not uninvited." That winning smile flashes again, and immediately widens the moment she mentions buying a round. "Why, that is quite generous of you! I would absolutely love that." He starts to walk with the woman through the rain, not entirely pleased about the weather, but more than aware he can clean his clothes easily with magic after. "My name is Valegrath d'Elthwan Szarinco, but you, my lovely, are more than welcome to call me Val. But I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, as I am unfamiliar with my benevolent benefactor." Hm. A free drink and female company. More than worth a temporary drenching, all things considered.

Unfortunately, due to his self-centered nature, Val doesn't seem to pay much attention to the fact that there were, in fact, more than one person she was speaking to, and is completely oblivious to the fact that the drink was more than likely an offer to the group, and not, in fact, himself. He does, however, notice they are walking together, and shrugs. "I suppose the least I can do in thanks is dry the lot of us off when we reach the Pony. Where soap won't do, my large friend, magic will fill the gaps." He chuckles a little, and finds himself in good spirits despite the weather.

Vallegrath raises an eyebrow at the vomiting human. "Oh, gods, man, can you...you know, do that somewhere else? I mean, there's, what, two square feet of space under this awning, it's pouring rain, and we're all crowded in here, but no, you have to..." He steps back a bit, bumping into another person huddling away from the rain. "Oh, damnit, now I've got some of this on my pants. Great. That'll take me...well, like six seconds, really, to clean, but honestly...the smell..." He pinches the bridge of his nose and starts to cast prestidigitation to clean off his pants, before coughing uproariously.

"Mystra's Glowing Blue Teats, the smell is you!? Just...just stand in the rain, man, I'm sure it will do more good than harm. Oh, I think I'm gonna..." He covers his mouth and just barely holds back an upchuck himself. "Of all the luck..."

He turns to the tavern entrance, and looks for one of the employees. "You there. Cutie with the red hair! Oh. Heh. Sorry, sir. No, no, it's a compliment. No, you're still cute. Never mind. Look, you're sure it's full in there? Even for me?" With a quick smile, perfect white teeth flash, and he grins at the employee. "One table? Not anywhere? I mean, you don't want me to stand in the rain, do you? There's barely any space out here, and...well...you can see how unpleasant the atmosphere has most recently become, no? Come on, I'm sure you can find something."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

As Cedryk says, in either case, whichever of you desires the front-line (or both if such is the case) can have it. I'm squishy.

Zdravko has 16hp at level 1. You are not the tank, Mosely.

I am, however, most certainly the face. I'm going to be focusing on enchantments, illusions, and other non-boom-y spells. I'll throw in occasional transmutaton or conjuration to deal with undead and other mindless creatures, just in case, but basically I'm going with a mindbender. The only reason I didn't start with Charm Person was I just think Minor Image is more versatile, and I needed grease to have something to do when we fight a mindless.

Yo!

The young half-elf walks into the nearly-empty room with his invitation in hand as if he owns the place. "Well, clearly I'm not going to be working with lack-wits. That's a relief. I mean, you chose me, so you can't be that slow, now can you?"

This should be a fun one. Looking forward to it!

I should point out that Val isn't quite sure what kind of elf his father was. I deliberately left his father a total mystery for the GM to play around with, should he so desire.

"I'm not too late, am I? No. No. Fashionably late, of course, but never actually. I'm always right on time."

The handsome half-elf winks, and flashes a winning smile. "Well of course, you're going to want me to come along. Why? Well, for one, I mean, someone is going to have to do the talking, when the swords aren't out yet, and we're up to our knees in wyvern crap. Trust me, I have a silver tongue. Or, so I've been told." His lecherous double entendre is obvious, but the arrogance of the young man seems somehow like a quaint charm in your eyes, even though you know, you know he's put himself on quite a pedestal.

"And I'm a mage of no small talent, if that matters. Hm? Where did I study at? That's hilarious. You poor thing, you needed to learn magic? No, sweetheart, I just have a gift. Or two. Or ten, really. But that's...that's cute. How you look it all up in your book every morning. But don't worry, it's all part of your charm. Now about my pay..."