Thank you, I shall think about it.
However, I'll most likely just lurk and just enjoy the story instead . )
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As it has been noted, I have been very inactive in this thread. Sorry about that! However, sadly, I have also come to the conclusion that Victor just really isn't my type. He is a very rigid person (close enough atleast :P) with a personality that wasn't really my cup of tea. Therefore, despite a rather intriguing quest, I think I will bow out. But I wish you good luck (and pray that that 'friendly' fey thingy won't eat you^^). See you around the site : ) //Lessah/Victor
"*Ugh* What an ugly fish..." the vampire sighs. While the aboleth certainly was exceptionally unpleasant to the eye, underestimating the creature would be hazardous. Especially considering it was hiding in the pool of water. Picking a spot well out of reach from the shoreline, the vampire leans his polearm against the wall and pulls out his bow. With the bow ready, he waits.
@Remnant - Yes, quite pleasant thank you :) @Sanriel - "Hey! I heard that! Dam (im)mortals these days, no respect for their betters. *grumblegrumble*" :P
"I guess we will have to kill, maim and ravage it then." the vampire sighs. Hungry eyes studying the creature and Viktor's grin says that he is not as adverse to the prospect as he sounds.
"So, this critter ate the pesky little goblin? What do we do - give it a medal?" The vampire laughs and jabs in the general direction of the Aboleth. The laws of his curse would prevent him from chasing the creature underneath the surface of the water, but not from ripping it apart should it try to threaten him above.
I'm back! I'll try and catch up asap and get a post up : ) You guys have been productive in my absence ^^
Hello 'team'!:P I'm going away for a few days (until sunday), so while I'm gone please mentally insert smug remarks from the vampire on your own. If it comes down to combat, Viktor's relevant stats are in his profile.
Take care and see ya later!
Waking up on the ethereal plane is preferable to not waking up at all : ) Ideally, one should have a dedicated minion that follows one around - preferably both stealthy and swift. I merely got a ride back instead : )
Keeping pace with the druid and the ... *other one*, he speaks calmly when the conversation flows in a language he masters.
"The exact nature of a dying spider holds little interest for me. And if I learned one thing of the Darklands - that if the things that crawl in the shadows and caves are bad, then what lurks in the water is malice incarnate." He grins "So I'm sure we can figure something out!" He twirls his polearm in one hand, more cautious now when they approach the 'wet one' and the area it occupies.
"You think? But probably not until we have removed the stone." mused the vampire as they move towards the passage. "But, more interestingly, it mentioned the 'wet one' lusting after the stone. Can this be our 'rivals' or perhaps even the intended recipient? The 'goblin' wandered off in that direction - perhaps they met!"
Wow my coffin is also ornate and darkwood... and i definately didnt look at your items. Haha. Classy minds think alike, it seems :P
The Ring Gates sadly are very limited in their amount of matter transfer, so even the sparse gases of the sun will shut it down quickly. Lava might be a good indicator of damage ? Otherwise, an (real) Gate to the depths of the Plane of Fire (molten seas and all that)? Why settle for little ^^
One can also ask the neighbourhood friendly druid for some overcast *puppy eyes* Only direct sunlight is dangerous
Yeah - here it is. Very nice until someone swings a dispel magic at you : ) Ordinary Darkness also *might* block the sunlight. It does for creature with sensitivity and powerlessness atleast - so our drow vampire might get another out Edit: Which is why the cunning vampire employs companions that can fetch his sorry behinds back from the Ethereal Plane. Also - no sun there ^^
Bag of Holding I (/w Darkwood Ornate Coffin)
"Somewhere down the wrong tunnel..." The vampire haves his hand in disinterest towards the eastern tunnel. "Shall we fetch him?" He grins "If the stone truly burns away ones sight - he can have the honour of picking it!" Not that I think the rock actually blinds instantaneously - we would certainly have noticed seeping light if that is the case. Perhaps.
Even a shot at not dying is a decent perk. I do agree however that we vampires have it a bit easier (Bag of Holding /w Coffin as Zorryin said!). Really dying as an Undead sucks ... But atleast you are not an outsider ; )
Viktor waits patiently for the called creature to arrive. He was in no hurry, and the druid did not need to worry - slaying someone after giving them an invitation would be most uncouth. When the creature does arrive, he eyes it curiously. Clearly not your run-of-the-mill cave spider... "Thank you for your directions, my fair lady. We shall be most expedient in our removal of said rock." Gracefully he bows and gives the spider what could pass off as a warm smile. Fate smiles at us!
GMT +2 (ordinary +1, but it is summer time now)
"Worried he decides to show off his wrath instead of wings?" the vampire replies. "Let him fly - with any luck, he spots our quarry. And worst case our rivals shoot him first."
Viktor points towards the northern entrance. "Shall we?" and starts to make his way towards it.
Viktor gives the passing butterfly a long and thoughtful look before he shrugs and files the memory under 'other strange things'. Stepping out trough the door, he surveys his surroundings and returns the parasol to his backpack. If the sun manage to penetrate so deeply into the earth, I don't think it would help anyhow. He chuckled to himself. "Well, I can not say I see anything particularly "grab"-worthy yet. And considering she said it would be easy, we can not risk that he manage to succeed somehow." He smiles. "We would look quite silly, no doubt. Now - how do we decide on a path. Ene mine moe?"
*Sharpens chisel* "Eh? What are you talking about?" *whistles*
"Don't you worry. I have never seen the Sun take an active role in assailing me. Merely an ... occupational hazard. And those can be migrated." The vampire stops for a moment with a solemn look on him as if he were to perform a great feat of magic or something. With a quick show of hands he displays that he got nothing hidden up his sleeve. Then he reaches into his backpack and pulls out something. Something long. A full sized parasol?! With a quick bow and a grin he slings the backpack back to his back. "Voilà!"
The standard Android keyboard has several hidden symbols - you access them by holding down one of the 'normal' symbols. For example, holding down "(" for a short while gives you the option to type [, { or <. Y gives ÿ, ü and ý ect. : )
"... Cave-in, hungry giants, fire from the sky, The Rough Beast escapes, ..." Viktor comments with half a grin.
Well then, time to leave neutral ground. We will see how this works out then! The vampire smiles to himself. Draining the last of his drink he nods towards the flaming steed and the pair follows Zorryn into the passage. He briefly contemplated disguising himself, but then ... If they exited where others dwelled, his own appearance would hardly be the greatest shock!
The vampire stands up from his chair and gives a long courtly bow. Even the uncouth 'goblin' gets his time. With a plastered on smile and empty eyes he speak. "I am Viktor, of the Esperkrantz line. Simply delighted to make your acquaintance!" While the words ring hollow, he does seem to have some interest in behaving civilized - even if only out of habit. Old habits die hard they say - and his were ancient. With a satisfied nod he picks up his glass and moves about to mingle at the strange gathering. A strange concoction. This shall be *interesting* at the very least - but it doesn't look like it is about to explode just yet... "Tell me, Sanriel, why does a priest of stone and nature raid tombs? The Osirian dead at least have the good manner to stay put - surely they doesn't draw Druids ire as easily as others?" Like you and I, unbreathing kin ...
I really wish Summoners got more than two skill points per level, though. I might dip rogue when we level up, just for the skills. They do - Eidolons ^^ But syntesists doesn't get to play with that. But you do have the Skilled evolution that's good for 8 skill-points! In other words - I'm back!
I'll be off for 2-3 days without internet access. Viktor will follow along with whatever plan or destination the majority of the group decides on, as long as it is not actively harmful to him. Feel free to insert smug comments made to further enhance his inflated sense of self-worth and superiority. When 'on the road' both he and his companion will use their hats of disguise to appear mundane. Cheers : )
With one last midwinter look at the unruly goblin, the vampire accepts the statures. Crush them to instantly return *all* of us? There could be potential for ... shenanigans with these. With a thoughtful look he pockets the statues. The goblin was off his mind for now, let it rush ahead if it wanted. Mortals and their hurry ... "Will they work across the planes - or does that prevent a coordinated calling?
@DeathK/Crixx - Sorry, did not notice that he in fact started at the table. Consider Viktors hostile glares at his poor etiquette ever-present : )
I the look Viktor gave Rizzens feet was annoyance, the look he gives the 'goblin' as he steps up onto the table is one of almost tangible contempt. "The only fool here stands with his feet in pastry."
"House Parastric? I have seen a few of their flesh-works, quite exquisite craftwork." The vampire smiles. "But not the sort of art you appreciate I take it?" The smile turns into cruel laughter. "But those will be easy for you - merely unlock their pens and their fall should be almost certain ..." Grand goals. I have to admire his ambition... And the *little girl* wants a dragon? Now that will be interesting to watch.
Any mortal will probably outlive their parents given mere time, silly girl ... Outliving your children is worse. With a scoff and a sniff, Viktor states his term to their hostess. "I will place my price somewhere in between genocide and a glass of wine; I want to see Greenhaven burned to cinders, its blackened corpse a warning for ages to come!" With that, he goes back to the brandy he managed to find - sipping delightfully. With some curiosity he regards Zorryn. "Tell me creature, what House turned you? I have seen few of your calibre in the blood-pits, much to my dismay."
Viktor steps trough the second doorway and out into the hall of stone. With a discerning eye he looks around, judging his surroundings. The exquisite stonework was well to his liking and the table was a pleasant curiosity. The arrangement, with all the different chairs, hinted of a banquette of proportions the hall seldom saw. Secluded then. Socially or geographically, or perhaps both? A thin, appreciative smile crossed his bloodless lips. With a nod of acknowledgement towards their host he sits down at a chair - anyone that seems both clean and functional will do. Only then does he find the inclination to take stock of his companions. Goblins, children and crude rejects of the fleshworks. Hah! Looks like what one herds into the blood-pits to appraise the crowd. But they are here - and looks can be deceiving. He continues onto the more human of guests, pausing only to snort and give Rizzen's feet a disdaining look. But breeding never does. Commoners! Pah. Done with his survey, he looks around for a glass of something with a fine vintage and waits for the hostess to make her offer. Patience, he smugly reminded himself, was a virtue not commonly associated with the rabble. Description Viktor is well dressed as always, in finely cut clothes. A red coat sharply contrasts his pale features. They seemed to have been human once, but now the lines are too sharp and the bloodless lips are curled in an almost permanent look of disdain, revealing sharpened canines. Standing still, he could almost be mistaken for a marble statue. An almost solid aura of contempt and narcissism surrounds him which makes his nobility easy to guess. Avernos, his equine companion, neglects to sit at the table for obvious reasons. He looks around the hall with curiosity and seems to find the skeletal monkeys to be particularly interesting. The black warhorse mane and tail drips cinders and flame unto the stone floor. A saddle and some bags sits on his back, but no bit, bridle or reins cages his head.
If it eases your mind, Nightmares are actually not Demons (CE from the Abyss). They have closer ties to Daemons (NE from Abbadon).... ^^ You could also procure a large number of Gnomes, for your Speak with Animal needs ^^
Oh, right. Paid a high price to stop the demonic incursion - then I go and bring one right to his doorstep ^^ Ops ...
Well - first you need blood. A decent amount, atleast 5 teaspoons. Then you need a demonic sign and ... Nah, its just alot of characters similar to "'", "¨" and "´" that is tacked on to the script (u + ¨ = ü). I saw it a few years back when it was popular to spam on social sites with creepy messages, and I thought it was perfect for things like summoning rituals and Shadowtounge. Do note that I believe every single little *thingy* is a separate character, so don't put that text anywhere where that is limited. (ie - if you try to text an 'improved' text, remember that each altered character basically amounts to 10-25 ordinary)
Following the apparitions visit, Viktor spends few minutes gathering his gear and waking the servants. They would have to be informed about his absence - and instructions had to be given. Besides, he needed them for one last thing ... A quick shallow cut across their arms quickly filled the small bowl with blood. Viktor quivered in anticipation - he hadn't felt this much anticipation in years. He hadn't felt this much in years. With ease he traced the familiar symbol on the floor of the great hall - the lines and geometry embedded in his bones. Standing up, he admired his handiwork for a moment and drained the last blood from the bowl. With a wave the servants were dismissed. "I have need of you again, old friend. Come - and we shall spread ruin and cinders. Come! I̶̢̧̮̹͔n̷̬͍̲̮̖̟̖v̡̙̮͘i̧̲̫̖̻c̴̛̫͙̜̦t̷̻̹̤͉̖̞͜ͅͅṷ͖̟̙͓̫͈s̨̜̼̜̥͝ͅ ͖͈̲̕͠͞d̵̡͇͚̪̭͉̝̯̥͘a̟̯͚͉̬͚͍͎e҉̺͇͎m̵͚͖͙͎o̵͇̲̕ń͖̝̲͈͞͝i͔u̼͖̱̫̭͚m̷̭͔͈̀͠ !" With the sound of mirrors shattering, the veil between the world was momentarily sundered. Hellfire and brimstone poured forth, scorching the floor and walls of the hall. But Viktor cared not for such trifles - for his companion had answered his call. The midnight steed stepped trough the portal and nodded at him. The vampire replied with a knowing grin and stepped forth to welcome him. "Excellent! It is good to see you again, and there is much to say ..." // When the monkey came, those whom once been, but wasn't, man and horse eagerly stepped trough the doorway. Glory and retribution awaits!
I have not yet picked my 7th level feat - since Leadership can be touchy and I wanted to run it by you first. But Viktor will start with the feat then :) The Nightmare template was mostly since, well, a Nightmare Nightmare would be amusing ^^ Nothing I need or really want super much : ) However, the clock is running late over here so I'll fix it tomorrow. Cheers! And I hope all went well!
Yes, the undead can experience emotions but their hearts are dead. Instead they are ruled by their (lack of) minds. Rational thought as opposed to irrational feelings. But I digress, the impasse was merely meant to be in jest : )
I'm sorry to break it to you, but undead gains immune to morale effects as a racial feature :P But, yes - onwards to the plot :D *goes off to finish the last touches on Viktor* Edit: Right, there was something I was supposed to ask! Soheis get a few mount related perks - but not anything to actually ride. Since Viktor is level 7 and this is an evil campaign and all, I was merely wondering about the prospects of using the Leadership feat to gain the service of an Nightmare? Under the current CR->level scheme for monsters, an Nightmare (CR 5) would qualify for the 25p stat array, but probably not any extra class levels or templates (I would like to apply the Nightmare template, if only to have a Nightmare Nightmare^^). The Monstrous Mount add on to the Leadership feat does not list the Nightmare. In addition, any sort of monster gains a rather big 'inflation' to its power. It consider the Hell Hound (CR 3) to be equivalent to a 7th level NPC. Thoughts ?
Viktor stared at the pathetic apparition in front of him. His visage twisted into a sneer. My wishes? Really ... What would something like you do or know about them? But he held his tongue, kept the contempt and bitterness tightly reigned. Turning to the fire again, he gazed into it. *blink* There he stood, triumphant in the town square. The slain corpses of knights and paladins lay scattered around him, the cobblestone slick with their blood. The sun blazed at him, but its hateful light had as little impact on him as the shine of the inferno that consumed the world around him. Retribution had come! *blink* A hungry, greedy smile crept up on his face. What do I have to lose - compared to what I could gain? This dreary city and hollow halls have worn thin - perhaps it is time to once more stalk the world. Perhaps it is time for the mortals to cover in terror once more! Turning back towards the spirit, eyes blazing with desire, he nodded. "I will come, I will speak to your herald. Then ... I shall do your bidding and claim my reward!"
It is a bit unlikely he had any part in freeing Zorryn, but the other vampires would certainly know a bit about Victor. Rizzens suggested 'relation' makes sense to me. It's not much, but its a start : )
Viktor has resided darklands (underdark is trademarked I think :P) for a long while, atleast measured in human years. Half a century or more, at the very least. Exact number can be adjusted to fit the plot! Given his friendly terms with the drow, an encounter with Rizzen is probably more likely to end on good terms then one with Zorryn. Put prior knowledge is always possible. What do you say (Rizzen & Zorryn)? 'String of fate' makes some things alot easier, and it doesn't really hurt my suspension of disbelief too much : )
The dimly lit hall was almost empty now. The only source of light was an open flame, roaring in the hearth - and that made it the only source of sound too. The scent of pines hung over the room - a luxury here, deep down in the bowels of the earth. All the denizens of the hall, the serfs and servants, had gone to sleep save one. Upon a heavy chair he sat, as if it were a throne. He seemed carved from a solid slab of marble, tribute to human vanity, still as only stone or the dead could be. The dancing flames of the hearth reflected in his red eyes - but it was not them he stared at. Beyond them lay scenes and visions of time long lost, memories of the past. The sun reflected off his shining armour and lance - both trimmed with gold and silver. The crowd roared. Around him stood the better part of the baronies nobility and a good deal of its peasants too, by the smell of it. He swept his gaze around: In the distance he could see his mansion and the tower of the town hall, both festooned with both flowers and flags. In the other direction - across the tilt barrier - stood his opponent for the day. He could not recognize him - but it mattered not. All fell before his lance. With a grin he mounted his armoured steed. The day had barely just begun and he looked forward to the joust. *blink* There was no sun out. The scene was an eerie twin of the previous, clad in the shadows of night. There was noone around him, they all covered in their houses - doors barred against the night. He swept his gaze around: In the distance he could see the ruins his mansion and of the town hall, both covered in soot and spiderweb. In the other direction - across the field - lay the slain corpses of three knights. He knew their gold and silver-trimmed armours even in the starlight. They had all fallen before his fury, their essence drained. With a grin he stepped into his black stagecoach. The night was still young and he looked forward to meeting the other knights. *sigh* Those were better days. he thought. With a start he sat up and lifted the goblet to his lips. A frown crossed his face - it was empty. He looked down. Judging by the dried wine at the bottom it had been this way for a while. *sigh* Typical. He stood up and ventured towards the 'cellar'. Down here in the Darklands, in his house atleast, that was actually a room ontop of the living quarters. While walking up the stairs he mused There are some things you never get used to... A few minutes later he was back at his seat in front of the fire. He took a sip and sighed, this time out of delight. A good year that was... The household wouldn't wake for another few hours so he had plenty of time to reminiscing. What was that? A shift in the air...? He stood up and swept his gaze across the room, easily piercing the gloom. His rack of weapons stood across the hall - but he would hardly need them ... "State your business - or leave." he snarled.
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