I look forward, if both are accepted, to fighting like cats and cats.
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Yes, I thought it would be funny. Also it was hilarious that he gets +dex and -wis. I could've made an amazing sorcerer or eldritch scion magus or many things, but it spoke to me as a Pharasmin cleric.
A figure in the typically dark vestments of the Pharasmin faith causes himself to be noticed. Now that he has, it is a wonder you hadn't done so before. Unlike the other Catfolk who recently introduced herself, this one is quite obviously not of the same heritage. "I am Vokrin, representative of Pharasma and here to assist with the needs of the expedition. I am devoted to the ending of the scourge of undeath." His silver holy symbol seems to support his story, as does the dagger. He certainly doesn't seem fit, judging by the vestments, but perhaps there is a strength there... oh wait no, definitely not. He's struggling under the weight of his own belongings. Surely the church would not have sent a useless representative, however. Right?
"Like the sheep that they are, some found the idea enticing, but most are lambs and will not take any action that might cause them to become lambchops. We needn't worry." Vokrin speaks of the commoners with disdain, but of course that was only appropriate.
I suppose if Penance is back as are the rest of you, I could give it another shot. I had rather resigned this game to oblivion.
I have not gone anywhere, our DM has not posted in nearly a month however.
Vokrin similarly does not engage. He's here to ensure the safety of his allies and the acquiescence of the crowd. He's not here to firmly staunch the opposition, merely keep them in their place.
Vokrin works the crowd, being sure to make his presence known all the while wearing his sash. He grins his too-wide grin and shows off his teeth. There is no remote possibility of mistaking these gestures as friendly, however. He is most definitely letting everyone know exactly who is in charge around here, and who is enforcing the "peace". That said he doesn't overtly threaten anyone, that sort of heavy-handed gesture wasn't his way and was extremely silly to boot. Any dimwit could threaten someone, the things people inferred from a casual greeting and a look of menace were far better deterrents, Vokrin had found.
Vokrin lets the others speak their mind first, it is often best to go unnoticed. He acquires a sash, noting that it absolutely clashed with anything he could possibly wear, and would positively ruin any potential chance of being fashionable at the event. Of course there will be problems. Whether violent or not matters little, the solution is of course overwhelming force.
"Curiosity, et cetera et cetera," Vokrin admonishes. It wouldn't be proper to spy on someone, especially their host. He didn't want to think about what a being of that sort of influence could manage. Now if it were Cimri bathing perhaps there might be a bit of a temptation, but he knew better in any case.
"I am not certain as to whether drinking here is a wise idea," Vokrin states, and abstains from the drink. He is glad to acquire a better crossbow, and the gold certainly does not hurt either. He will certainly stay and enjoy the night with his erstwhile companions, though he allows them to imbibe and watches them relinquish control bit by bit. Vokrin did not relinquish that control. "I would offer a toast, but one does not toast with water." He smiles, and it is a genuine enough smile.
"Ditto".
"Your praise is much appreciated, whoever you are. It is also well deserved. We did as we were bade and without spilling any human blood." Of course little was heard by Vokrin after the word 'reward' was uttered. He gave a polite bow, though not one inch lower than would be appropriate, and turned to follow Draco and the rest. He preferred to linger behind just so that none could plunge a knife in case this had all just been a set-up.
Vokrin continues terrorizing the masses, looking at Casius, "We did not come to kill them, so we don't need to. Murder is bad business."
Vokrin looks at the new arrivals and approaches nonchalantly... "Gentlemen, I think it would be best if you leave." He turns his amber eyes on one of the men, speaking a horrible word in Infernal, and twisting his clawed hands.
I can cause fear but it's only one target...
Vokrin waits outside for a signal that he is needed.
I'm quite lazy, and also if I wanted a custom picture I'd need to re-upgrade to Pro in roll20 and I'm lazy.
"Good with them would be a relative phrasing. I am good at acquiring my preferred response from animals." He smiles, and it is not a smile you would want to see under most circumstances, showing far too much of his sharp teeth.
Vokrin can't think of a much more fortuitous time to arrive. "Dogs and animals of most types tend to not bother me, so we'll see if we have to worry about them." He looks over the other two, and gives them a nod. "Gentlemen."
Working from home and isolated but otherwise not impacted.
Vokrin finds himself prepared, or at least as prepared as he will be until he is actually on the job. He doesn't particularly think of anything else that will be particularly smart to have done beforehand, which makes it good that others do some information gathering.
Hopefully Penance arrives soon or he will make me look foolish. He and I were in this AP together previously, and it was quite enjoyable. I was a slightly different Vokrin, but the premise is similar.
A creature, for to call it a man specifically would be to potentially err, stands and seems content to groom itself. An outfit that does nothing to accentuate masculinity or femininity does not help matters, nor does the jewelry and similar accouterments. It is impeccably dressed and carries no hint of weapon, at least that can be perceived at first glance. In preparation for the job, he not only scouts the location, but also prepares spells which will be useful, in the event of complications or simply to wreak havoc. Additionally, he buys supplies for the needs generally of others, as he himself has few enough needs he can't meet on his own, and basically does what he needs to. If Cimri was as well connected as rumored, he might be able to move on from this two-penny town.
The way of Vokrin: Threaten it into compliance, if it doesn't comply, arrange for it to have an "accident" and be left somewhere public as an example.
No worries, you have...8 or more hours based on time zone to get it done today. Some of us are just hungry. Do not rush difficult decisions. And I agree, both have strengths, but usually a combination approach is best. Some things require a hammer, others a scalpel.
24 hours are up, we are into "ish"
Okay, new day, refreshing resumes.
I was about to say, not much of a wait. Still, thank you for setting a clear expectation. Stops refreshing like an addict.
And now we wait.
Vokrin has seen parts of Hell's Vengeance before, alongside ..Penance.., before the game ceased. Cimri: Standing off to the side at a function of no great import, Vokrin finds himself surprised to be approached by a human girl of no particular attractiveness. "Yes, morsel?" He asks, and unsurprisingly does not get a reaction remotely near to what he was expecting.
"Vokrin, you come highly recommended," Cimri says with a smile, then before Vokrin can pounce on the innuendo continues, "For your professionalism and discretion in tasks." This still elicits a wry smile from the furred man. "What do you need from me, little one?" There was little enough to keep his attention at the gathering anyway, no new secrets to be learned, no capital to be gained or spent, it was simply another formality when one was a prominent person about town. He'd ingratiated himself to the town leadership through a practical application of blackmail and other pressure, and was now expected to make an appearance at events such as these. It wouldn't do to be forgotten or thought more than simply aloof. Cimri, for her part, was up to the verbal sparring and looked more than capable of actual sparring as well. "We have a job, the Louslik Tannery. A man of your talents would ensure greater success." Pondering for a moment, he seems to mull the options, the possibilities, and in the end can only come up with one question. His wry smile turns more cheshire, before he asks, "What's the pay?"
I thought I recognized Penance, hello old... acquaintance.
Having played this character previously in HV, I'd like to submit him again. This time he's a Pact Wizard, aiming for Darkfire Adept.
Vokrin was an idea I had that didn't get very far in Hell's Vengeance, and I think he could have a fun time in Return of the Runelords. I haven't played it, and I've barely gotten but a few pages into Rise of the Runelords either. For a non-evil game I'll have to revise some of his history, but I do think that a power-hungry Exploiter Wizard would have a marvelous time in an adventure featuring the Runelords. Work to come.
No hard feelings Fez and thanks for trying to run. Much appreciated.
Vokrin readies his dagger and advances on the hostages / escapees.
Vokrin moves to get better aim at the angel. He's expended several of his strikes already, but this fleeing creature will not do.
His ray of frost goes quite wide, striking a nearby building.
Gritting teeth, Vokrin looks at the one who didn't fall prey to his will. "Die, then! Such is the cost for lawbreaking!" Missiles of force infused with the power of his blood shoot from an outstretched hand and fly unerringly to strike the criminal.
Vokrin's spell finishes, and he drops a wave of tired energy on the group, centered on Lacall.
Vokrin prepares to cast sleep. It will take hold in a round, he takes small steps to keep the ruffians in the range of his spell.
Vokrin rises from his sleeping, and makes utmost haste toward the outer walls of the building. He would like to be able to drop sleep on them, but he had already cast that and hadn't the time to prepare it once more, leaving only more harmful methods at his disposal. Blasted children...
Vokrin is similarly unable to hear anything as he is sleeping quite a distance away.
Vokrin states that he must rest in order for his powers to remain at their peak, so he will not be remaining awake through the night.
"Who is this Lencia Visserene? Surely not anyone local... why come here to instigate?" Vokrin posits questions which likely have no answer, a peculiar trait he picked up from humans.
Vokrin stands there looking powerful and demonic.
Vokrin looks to Penance to continue talking nice. If it devolves, he can certainly contribute, but he's not generally one for speaking to people in a friendly fashion, or even in any fashion without invading their minds.
Vokrin ponders. "Perhaps it would be best if Jerax and I leave this portion to the two of you. Our kind are not well loved by followers of this... so-called deity."
Vokrin isn't entirely certain what's going on but acts smug and above it all just the same. What was the interest in the defunct lumber camp? He felt they should be more inquisitive of this priestess and her congregation, as that seems to be a source of disturbance.
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