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With Mels gone, it doesn't make sense for Veccio for stick around for very long. He followed her into this thing like a puppy, and he'd do the same if she left it. Sorry, guys, but I'm going to drop. Thanks for the game, it was fun playing with you all!
"Oh no, you don't!" Veccio recklessly charges towards the retreating thug, ignoring the other one in his reach.
"Mel, give me a hand!" Veccio stabs quickly at the black-shirted thug before stepping closer to the bardess.
You roll initiative, then the surprise round takes place. If you're houseruling that initiative is rolled after a surprise round, a class feature of mine is rendered useless - a class feature which, as the only full BAB member of the party and by default the frontliner, I'd like to be able to use. GM, I've stated outright before that Veccio is a glory hound. That might change, but for now, he's absolutely the type to rush recklessly into danger. Maybe he needs a few good whacks to bring him down a peg.
After his brief hesitation, Veccio rushes into the fray, stabbing at one of the thugs next to Mel.
GM, I'd like to remind you again that due to his Foolhardy Rush ability from his order, Veccio can move as an immediate action when he rolls a natural 11 or higher during an initiative check. Going forward, can you please move him closer to the enemy when you roll initiative for us? He'll take that option every time he's within 30 feet of an enemy, prioritising obvious leaders / commanders / general big nasties. I'd also appreciate it if you could be more clear about when we get a surprise round.
"Take them out quickly?" Veccio mutters, his hand on the basket hilt of his rapier.
"Alright, so we clear everyone out, do a bit of asking around, and get ol' No-Body to keep an eye out down here?" Veccio asks, wanting to make certain he's got the plan straight.
Veccio will take his free skill point in Perception. No more penalty for him! :P As for the potion, I'm going to follow Rocco here and go with lesser restoration. It's a sensible choice. Also, regarding selling objects... aren't jewellery, gems, and art objects generally sold for their full value rather than half?
"Sowing discord?" Veccio asks with a shrug, surreptitiously glancing at Meliandri for approval. "Maybe someone thinks they can scare us out." He turns out a jacket pocket, fishing for change.
As the group converses with the dwarf, Veccio paces the room, fidgeting with his gloves. He steals furtive glances out of windows and door panels, praying nobody is listening in on the macabre conversation.
Then let's hire someone. How are our finances looking?
His ears still ringing and his face pale from the tormented screeching of the dead child, Veccio helps Rocco find the quietest paths to tread.
"We should probably leave it alone," Veccio sighs, trying to scrub the memory of the child's body from his mind. "Let the kid rest."
GM, is there a reason you took my action for me, even though I couldn't take an action? I was holding off on posting because everyone BUT me could act.
"We need to stop them!" Veccio yells, picking up his rapier and gesturing madly to the others. "Come on, let's go!" Without waiting for any responses, he runs in the direction he saw the fairies leave, boots pounding the pavement in a swift rhythm.
Veccio scrambles to his feet and hurries awkwardly towards his rapier.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" Veccio yelps as he wakes, somewhat dazed and confused.
"Fairy magic? Sounds... kinda... nice..." With a wide yawn, Veccio falls sideways against Mell, dead to the world.
Veccio nods hurriedly, but trips over his own boots as he jogs towards Mel, falling to the ground in a tangle of weapons and limbs.
Good plan. Sorry. Life hasn't been great again.
"Alright. I guess we should do some shopping, eh?" Veccio sighs, turning to Meliandri. "Cold iron and something to throw at them. Know of a good place?"
I'll chime in later tonight with my thoughts. Sorry, it's been pretty frantic here. Puppies gonna pup, you know? -Posted with Wayfinder
As the others head towards the witness' house, Veccio looks at Meliandri and shrugs. "I suppose we'd better be following," he grins. "If anyone's suited to the talking, it's you."
VBeccio laughs out loud at Mels' rendition of the Slasher's legend, applauding and shaking his head when she finishes, grinning broadly. "You do have a way with speeches and stories," he grins, finishing his coffee and standing, brushing the imaginary dust off his palms. "Sounds like just the thing for us to handle. Let's get going!" -------------------- In the Devil's Nursery, the young Chelaxian seems visibly out of place, keeping one hand on his rapier and looking suspiciously at shadows, as if expecting to see the Slasher at any moment. "That could be worth trying," he mutters to Valrani, before nudging Mels in the ribs. "Reckon you can get some information for us?"
After the salt works, Veccio spends a lot of his own time practising. He works with blade and boot, trying to perfect his footwork and form. He's in the middle of a particularly troublesome maneuver when Meliandri catches him, his feet tangle together, and he goes into a crouching lunge to try to regain his balance and (hopefully) salvage his reputation. It doesn't work. "Out?" he manages, standing carefully and wincing at a pulled calf muscle. "Out out? Together out?" His eyebrows knit together as he thinks. "Alone out?" A faint red flush creeps across his cheeks and nose; he quickly coughs a little too conspicuously and takes great interest in the sole of his left boot. "I mean, I'm not saying no," he flounders, "I'm just saying, I-" He freezes mid-sentence and lets out his breath in a short, heavy sigh. "I'd like that," he finishes lamely, an idiot grin threatening to break across his face. Perhaps the only thing that saves him from making a complete fool of himself is the new arrival. Placing a hand on Meliandri's shoulder and giving it a quick squeeze, he sheathes his rapier and heads upstairs to the coffeehouse, blinking with surprise at the newcomer. While his shoulders initially square instinctively, he relaxes slightly when he notices Rocco and Lirotha already talking to her. ”So we have a reputation as troublemakers already?” he mutters, glancing out the nearest window, before his lips split in a broad grin.”Ha! Those Thrunies will be forced to acknowledge the threat we are soon!” Standing by the window, he turns to face the group, one hand resting on his rapier hilt, the other planted firmly on his hip. ”This city will be ours, friends!”
Works for me. Also agree on selling the whip if we can, unless someone wants it. Bards are proficient, so Mel?
Oh boy. A lot going on at once, huh? Sorry I haven't chimed in much; it's been a rough few days.
I think the loot list is finally up to date.
As mentioned above, been a bit busy. I'll go back through the thread and update the loot sheet. I let it get away from me, sorry.
"So, some kind of papers or something?" Veccio asks, staring for just a moment as Mel starts looking under the beds. After tearing his eyes away, he starts searching the room somewhat ineffectually.
I, uh, got a new puppy unexpectedly. He's been taking up a lot of my attention. I've been a bit gushy. >.>
"This has gone on long enough!" With those words, Veccio stabs down, viciously.
So no AoO then? :P
Psssst... GM... making a new Will save to end the effects of hideous laughter is a full-round action. How was Kossrani able to do that, and stand, and attack?
"Ha! What's so funny, dwarf? Being taken down by someone a third your weight?" Veccio jeers, taking advantage of the dwarf's indisposition to stab down at his chest viciously.
Keeping his rapier close to his body, Veccio coughs once, twice, before spitting blood into Kossrani's face and grinning through red-stained teeth. "You can try, Dog-breath!" he snarls, focusing on keeping his footwork swift and his stance guarded.
Effortlessly stabbing behind himself as one of the thugs attempts to flee, Veccio then turns his attention back to the heavily armoured dwarf. "You can certainly try, Short-stuff!" he jeers, focusing his attention almost entirely on the foe.
Veccio springs into action, immediately charging through the enemy line before the dwarf's words are even finished. He vaults over one of the thugs, shoulders past another, and ends behind the dwarf, jabbing at him as a warning more than anything else. "Stop hiding behind your thugs and fight me like a man!" he jeers, head swelled with bravado.
Wiping blood out of his eyes with a now considerably dirtier sleeve, Veccio stands next to... whatever Kurglunn is, readying himself for another assault.
Hey, GM. I've been in touch with Meliadnri's player, and he's recently started a job that has him working crazy weird hours and leaves him exhausted. He's trying to figure out whether he has the energy to keep playing, and should have an answer within a couple of days. Until he posts here, just bot Mel.
"Oh, shut up!" Veccio hisses, stabbing quickly at the nearest thug's shoulder. "Can't you see we're trying to be heroes here?"
Veccio follows Lirotha before moving in front of her, rapier drawn, hoping to draw the guards' attention before they can search too much of the room.
After staring at Lirotha for a moment, Veccio grabs Meliandri's upper arm. "Come on! Let's move!" he exclaims, moving to follow the Varisian woman.
"Asmodeans? Bah!" Veccio makes to spit on the floor, but catches a glimpse of Mels and decides against it. "Let's get that door open and keep moving," he mutters, blushing and turning his gaze to the floor.
"Whatever he uses, we'll have to stop him from... using it any more," Veccio finishes lamely, eyeing the prisoner with only mild suspicion.
Panting heavily and somewhat amazed at his own luck, Veccio quickly cleans his rapier before moving to hide the body. At Rocco's signal, Kurglunn gets there first, and the young daredevil opts to stand back and allow the... thing to do its work alone. Unable to reach the crowded doors, he instead tries to work a worrisome pebble out of his left boot.
I think I owe everyone an explanation, and an apology. In my circle of gamer friends, I'm known as the one with terrible luck. When I play at a PFS table, my dice conspire against me, seldom rolling above a 9. When someone gets sick, I always pick it up. If technological eff-ups happen, they're always to me. I'm the bad luck magnet that soaks the bad stuff so everyone else can be awesome and have a good time. So it dismayed, but didn't surprise me when, shortly after getting my replacement tablet, my charger stopped working, and I had to wait for a replacement to arrive (and it was only through goodwill that I was able to get one). Then I came down with sinusitis. Then I had to start involuntary volunteer work to keep my welfare payments (remember, I'm unemployed [not for lack of trying], and the Australian job market is tanking). Then I developed laryngitis. It sounds ridiculous, but it's all true - and my friends would back me up and say it wouldn't happen to anyone but me! The sinusitis has passed, and the laryngitis is on its way out (finally!). I'm hoping to return to my (ir)regularly-scheduled posting soon. I'm sorry for my radio silence, and I wish I could promise more regular posts, but... the simple fact is, I don't know *how* life's going to kick me next.
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