"Guessing I was was safe if that is what they were to be sacrificing this day, hahahaha."
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"AH-HA! I was knowing there was a reason for not wanting the girls to be talking to me."
Vidor rubs his hands together eager to see what secrets may be left behind. "Be careful to not be mauling them to badly. I am needing to be looking them over!"
Vidor watches as his beefier companions wave their pointy bits about. "No use in wasting my skills if these brutes can handle it in a far more vulgar manner."
"Jokes... mostly jokes.", Vidor says with a smile.
Vidor moves along with the others to lurk behind the shed. "I am going to be needing some time to be studying soon, my frieds. My powers were depleted by the happenings in the village and have yet to find the rest necessary to replace them." Calling the last of his power, the Varisian prepares for the coming storm.
"I haves a trick that will make me loook like gerl. Maybe we can be using me as the bait?"
Vidor shakes his head and says, "All have been tainted by the touch of chaos and are willing participants in all its dangerous aspects. They are as guilty as any and will now be called on to pay their debts."
"Well that is not very welcoming at all! Looks like this village is a den of evil! The whores of Asmodeous have come to call and we shall send them back to their dark master. This village must be burned to the ground along with the bodies. We shall make this damned place an example for those who would follow a dark one." Vidor screams at the top of his lungs in perfect common tongue. Suddenly the filandering gypsy seems so much less so.
"EAT YOU! Oh, by no means would he eating you, my dear. But, chopping you to bits, that I cannot say. You will now be telling us why you are creeping around in the dark with a bunch of friends hiding in the dark."
"You were over come by the beauty of my story young lady. Now please come sit over here.", the gypsy says gesturing to a spot near the fire.
"Yes, yes, I am agreeing with you on this statement. Never have I trusted ah any gorl tthat is tromping about with unsavory vagabonds in the middle of the night. But, as we are seeing, she is ah taken care of."
"Ohhh, such an easy catch, hahaha. Ohhhhh Attalas, I have found something strange over here. Seems this young lady would like to speak to us.", he says gesturing to the intruders slumbering form.
No gypsy ever trusted anyone and this girl is certainly no exception. Having seen the female members of his own family dupe countless men over the span of his life, Vidor takes the safe road. "My dear, let me weave a beautiful tapestry of colors for you and tell the story of a giant butterfly." As Vidor begins his story of a fairy princess he tosses a pinch of colored sand into air which seems like a million gems in the fire before it erupts into a wave of dazzling lights.
"ehhhh, that might be a goot idea.", Vidor replies as he eyeballs Applesauce.
Vidor nearly falls over laughing at Jezbazeel's account of her family.
"Meh, things in the country are different the big cities, big man. Witha no one to be helping you if a bad thing turns loose they must make quick decisions for the community."
"Oh no. This is not good.
"TADAAAAAA!" Vidor says with a bow.
"No,No. It is not being possessed.", Vidor says in both the common tongue and Varisian. "Someone has just been playing a trick on us. Watch. I shall make it rest." Hoping that his ruse will work and his spell will work better, Vidor moves closer to the creature thrusting his hand out before him, multi-colored handful of sand burst into a vivid array of colors.
Seeing the young man everyone in his party is now so taken with and hearing they would like to stop him, Vidor decides to see if he can make this as painless as possible. Calling on one of his parlor tricks that have taken many places in that past, Vidor attempts to cloud the man's mind into inaction.
Vidor grimaces a little at the failure to make the giant drowsy, but quickly returns to his smiling ways. Glad he decided to caldown on his own!
Seeing that his large, but irritable friend is beginning to take offense to the locals, Vidor decides it might be best to remove the most likely cause of trouble and whispers a quiet spell under his breath seeking to lull the behemoth to sleep.
Hmmmm, this man may need watching. Perhaps tomorrow I shall prepare a set of spells to deal with just that matter of business."
Vidor simply grins and says, "I shall see you ladies again."
"Interseting....such a sad tale. To have such...treasures as yourself and your friend taken advantage of by such a rogue! I have known such men and they care only for themselves I am thinking. How long ago was this man here again? I have such a bad memory, hahaha."
"Warrior-type? Hmmmmm, sounds dangerous, hahahaha. I love the danger! Tell me more of this powerful man."
"Is that right? Hehehe, Ones like us are passing through often?"he says with a suggestive smile.
Seeing the tell-tale signs that his spellhas taken root, the magician says,"It pleases jme so that you would be joining us, my dear. Perhaps you could tell us much of your town what goes on around it. We gypsies so love stories."
If there was ever one thing that keeps a gypsy alive, it is his sense of distrust for everyone he meets. Deciding that it might be a good idea to be in more control, he begins casting one of his favorite spells."My dear I would be most pleased to have you in my company,but I am afraid I have injured my legs recently in an accident with the young goblins pistols. Perhaps just near me then? Let me cast a small cantrip to clean that chair for you my dear."
Bowing with a great florish, the swarthy magician says,"What beautiful names,my dears. I am Vidor The Great, perhaps you are knowing my name?"
"Well, well! What manner of most beautiful ladies are these? Hal-low to you also. What are your names my delicate swamp orchids?"
"The little grobi is much acrobatic, yes?" Vidor says to no one in particular.
Vidor is too busy admiring the women to worry about jumping over fires.
Seeing the ogre sitting at the fringes of the festival, Vidor strolls right over to him and strikes up a conversation. "Big friend, why do you avoid the fun to be had? Does your kind not like the merry making?"
"You two are much to seriousness for Varisia, I tell you. Many strange questions you will be having if you are having lighter attitude. Life is good, yes, very good. I make you soup....eh, not soup, hehehe. I am meaning,ah, super, yes! That is what I am meaning! Come,come, we go have super fun time now."
"Most of the games my family were involved with resulted in people losing their coin, hahahaha, oh the memories."
"I thought I was invisble this entire time, hahaha. That is why one should not fool around with magic that they do not undetstand! I attamted to cast a spell that I just thought I might be able to without any instruction. I must have only got half of it correct. What can I say, there are some very strange people in this country. I for one would not prefer to be hanging around such a person."
"Jezbazeel, just because I am making the invisbility does not mean you need to ignore me!",calls the disembodied voice.
As the she-devil stands at the trading post a familiar voice breaks from thin air. "Hahahaha, I am seeing you are enjoying the sights around my most beautiful Varisia! I can also see you are not getting the things that you are to seeking. Perhaps I can be assisting with the helping.", the accent is obviously Varisian and of gypsy decent.
Back up and running. 2nd HP roll
Round 10: Scratching his chin for a moment the gypsy tries to put things in prospective. [i]"There is no chance this predator is going to give up so easily. Too many men with strong weapons. What we need is some bait to be catching this beast. But who would want to be doing such a strange thing as this? AH-HA! I have just the idea . Vidor, you should have been a mage with such intelligence!"[i] Moving from his place of concealment, Vidor moves quikly to the man nearest him and attempts to latch the teeth agaist his weapon"by accident. Feigning confusion he says, "Hey,what are you doing!?! Let go of my dagger." In an attempt to "free" his blade, the duelist cranks hard levering the teeth against teh opposing weapon.
RD9: Seein no reason to open himself up to being spiked by an invisible foe, Vidor attampts to fade into the background as the chaos continues to increase around him. "Bregean, I'll be there when it is you are needing me!", he calls out behind the barbarian.
Rd8: Holding his spot at the top of the pillar and glancing out over the battlefield, Vidor says"I think that is to be going well, no. It seems to me we are winning this little fun."
Round 6 Show: After seeing Arkol fall, the gypsy swordsman looks about deciding that it will be best to hold his ground and keep an eye for the next threat. "I'll be fine, my friend. Only scratch from little girl man, hahahaha." Looking about, he continues "I think it best we bring the beast to us, eh. They will be having to wade through the water and making them soggy mess."
"Thank you for coming to my aid,my friend. Angry man, that one,"he says gesturing to Arkol's body with his rapier.
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