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Hello there, It is with a heavy heart that I must tender my resignation from this game. I have had a death in the family recently, and I have to take some significant time to deal with the outcome of this both emotionally, and with its impact on my life. Thank you all for such a great game, and I wish you all a great game. Thank you once again, Wart
Wart peeks over the railing as he moves along, trying to see if guests are returning to the feast table, or still milling about. "Doors, eh?" While Addy goes over to the door in the middle of the northern bank, Wart shrugs and follows, passing on to open the door on the right in the northern bank of doors. As he steps up to the door, he begins to sway slightly as if drunk, and opens the door whilst hiccuping.
Seeing Valeron otherwise occupied, Wart sticks to the wall, moving quietly, and tries to slip behind the drunk woman. As he moves, he keeps a lookout for anyone watching them, and tries to make sure no one is paying attention from below. Actions & Rolls:
Wart pokes his head in, checking things out, looking for anything deadly or perhaps trapped...
Hey Howdy! No post tonight, I will be traveling today and tomorrow...and I should be able to post through my next 10 days worth of vacation to the Northwest of the USA. I will see you tomorrow for a more pertinent post.
Just a heads up, I will be out of town, camping, Friday July 1 through July 4. I will be out of internet connectivity also. Sad panda.
Wart assists Kevorin in checking for any traps, and attempting to get through the door.
Perform Act check to appear drunk:
Wart looks up, and whispers, "let me go scout..." Wart, feeling bold, starts to stagger out the door, and staggers down the hallway, hiccupping at "appropriate" moments. He staggers about, moving over towards the door at the bottom of the stairs. He stumbles against the wall, and seems to be trying to steady himself.
Certainly. Wart handles the unidentified potion and wand, stowing them away within easy reach. He pauses for a moment, listening. He whispers, we should go further in, i think. the further away from the...the...party, the easier it should be for us to act unimpeded.
Watching as Black Addie casts her spell, Wart's eyes light up. He raises his eyebrow when she studies the items further. "Magic items, eh?" He waits patiently for them to be done examining them, and then peeks in. "Which ones did you not identify?"
"May I?" Wart picks up the unidentified vial of liquid, and holds it in his hand. He mutters to himself, inspecting the color and peering at certain qualities through the unopened vial. He frowns, and mutters some more. He stops. "Hmm, don't have a clue. I could tell you more, but I would have to smell and possibly taste it...unwise in this den of devil worshipers." He clears his throat softly, and continues, Well, perhaps we just take what we identified? Though strictly against the law, I personally don't have a moral quandary with depriving these bastards of their worldly goods. Then again...technically, I am against the law as an escaped slave. What say you?
Wart, with the hairs on his feet standing up, shivers slightly at the sight of the alter. "One of these days..." He drops into a crouch as Kevorin does some amazing work with his lockpicks. He looks left and right, and pulls his adventurer's sash out from behind his cloak. He stops, looking at the others. "I had to leave a lot behind, but I have my extracts, bombs, and a dagger...lighter than I would like to travel, but it will have to do." He sheepishly pulls out a piece of hardtack and gnaws on it. "What? So I am a stress eater..." As Kevorin moves up to the next door, Wart stands with him, quietly giving him pointers, attempting to assist in the picking attempt. Rolls: Perception check: Stealth check: Disable Device (aid another)
Wart, after speaking with the others, begins to walk about. While doing his best to remain unnoticed, he surreptitiously looks for a door or passage that would seem to lead to a protected area, such as the vault.
At one point, after the first course, Wart gathers the others inconspicuously... With a whisper, while looking about, Wart says "Hey, let's remember we are not here to party...lets find this vault thing, eh?"
After Addie's mention of the food being slightly...off, Wart surreptitiously sniffs and tastes his food to attempt to identify what is "wrong" with it.
Upon hearing Addie speak, Wart mumbles... "I was just eating light to make it look like I was doing something rather than what I was doing...maybe I shouldn't eat at all..." Wart slowly sets down his fork, and doesn't touch the rest of his plate.
DM Talomyr:
Not that I was looking for conversation, just looking to see if anything is out of the ordinary for the scene...a slip paying too much attention, that kind of thing. I am scouting a possible exit strategy here in case things turn crappy with this dinner. Taking small bites of everything to not be seen as rude, Wart smiles and nods at the conversation about the table. He tries to keep the conversation light about him, as he is more engaged in keeping his eyes open and attentive. Perception
Welcome back! and Congrats!
Knowledge (Local) Roll:
Diplomacy check:
During the introductions, Wart does his best to pay attention, but his attention wanders to the various halfling servants that mill about the room delivering cocktails and light appetizers. DM Talomyr: Wart is excited to see Fiosa again, and brings her a bouquet roses, from those left on stage for the performers.
Shopping list:
DM Talomyr:
I already have a page for the dog, here. This leaves me with:
And I would like to try to identify that potion.
Craft(Alchemy) for Wart:
of by the week. In this case your progress (check result × DC) should be divided by the number of days in a week.
Wart Level 4 Update: # +1d8: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
All level assoicated benefits also go up (i.e. # of bombs per day, DC's against various things, and so on.). Guess I also get another stat point? Well +1 to Int I say! Also, +1 to Perform (Act) for favored class benefits for level 4.
"Master Robahl, my thanks. This coin will assist greatly, though you put on a good show, and I am also glad merely to have survived it." Wart pants for but a moment, before the illusion wears off, and he shrinks from a medium sized bastard of Asmodeus, down to his usual pint sized self. "Perhaps, you could assist us? I am not used to these kind of affairs...is a certain level of dress or attire expected? I doubt that my leather armor infused with a delicate sweat essence will be appreciated at this party. I also, would not care to tarnish or infringe upon your good reputation."
Wart knocks back another concoction, flexing his fingers as new vigor rejuvenates his hurting body. He spends the next few spare moments, kneeling in earnest prayer to Milani. "Everbloom...things aren't looking too good for me. I do not fear death, but please do what you can for my companions. If I should die here, please help me to do so honorably, and to take my enemies with me."
Running forward, Wart-as-Larazod, palms another vial. He moves closer to the end of the stage, looming over the orchestra like a half-blood devil bastard. Shrieking in rage, he turns quickly facing both the hulking skeleton, and the Magistrate. "By the great power of the dark Lord, Magistrate, I have called...he has answered. We have survived thus far in your tests. How many times must I call for his blessing? Pick a number. Any number. Perhaps...thrice. Am I thrice-blessed Magistrate?" Wart raises his arms again, and again a huge boom and a flash detonates between the Magistrate and the skeleton. This one coming closer to the Magistrate, and taking a chunk out of the thone he sits upon. "Tsk. Tsk. Magistrate...apparently our Dark Lord has some commentary upon your position...shall we see what his thrice blessing will do? Will you survive?"
Staring down at the wound created by the massive teeth of the skeleton creature, Wart's eyebrows crease. He raises his voice, steping toward the crowd, and turning to face them, pointing at Magistrate Haanderthan. "Magistrate, my patience for your continued fallacy wears thin. You aren't worthy of the uniform of your station!" Wart palms a bomb vial, and spins, raising his hands again above his head, releasing the vial at a pair of the skeletons as he shouts to the crowd, "In the name of the Dark Lord, I call upon the fires below to cleanse this world of you abyssal taint...summoned as your were by this...most unworthy...magistrate! And heal these wounds oh dark patron of this most grevious insult to your servant!"
Looking up at Haaderthan bellowing, Wart matches his yell, with a defiant laugh at the end, not realizing the subtext of the situation. Panting and hold his hands up to the crowd as the curtain falls, he stands triumphant until the curtains close, then collapses to a knee. "Sorry about the smoke..." Wart pants breathlessly, "I will warn you guys next time. I was getting in there to help Ke...Drovalid, then all of a sudden, I am surrounded by those damned things, and they just kept landing the hits...I will work on a way to disperse the fog in the future."
Rolls & Actions:
"Oh Mighty Dark One! If it is in fact time for me to pay heed to your inevitable call, then so be it! But I shall not go quietly into the night! I call upon my dark and terr-r-ible ancestry! I call forth a window into your dark realm! If only but for the briefest of moments!" Wart, as Larazod, reaches out towards the audience, and shouts at them, palming a smoke bomb from his gear: "ASMODEUS!" He brings his arms down, and thunder rings out inside the theater. The thunder covers the noise of the glass vial breaking at his feet. *CRACK* *BOOM* Instantly, the stage is covered in a thick gray smoke. Thinking quickly, Wart weaves and dodges to the left, trying to get away from the attackers. Admittedly, he can no longer see, but as he does moves, he grabs a potion out of his hand.
Wart moves to support Kevorin, wiping vomit off his face with one hand, and flicking out his new alchemical silver dagger with the other. "Indeed. Let us see if our children would like to play?"
Stopping for a moment, he looks out to the crowd, raises his hand to say something or pronounce some dramatic line...and doubles over hurling again.
vs. DC 15 Larazod chokes down the egg, which he keeps down for just a moment, before falling to his knees and vomiting forth a wave of green goo. He continues to vomit as he tries to crawl away from the others.
If Wart lives:
Wart studies the great Beast before the group with disdain.
What is it with these people and their obsession with ACID! The Master always wanted me to make this stuff! I swear this damn alchemical mixture will be the death of me some day. He slips in after Black Addie, mindful of not splashing acid on the others when he is inside. He turns pale immediately from the fumes, and as Calseinica moves into the Beast, he dry heaves, and slips to fall into the acid. He quickly regains his composure, but smoke can be seen coming off his burnt skin. Wart begins vomiting again as Kevorin climbs in, and slips in it as Kevorin tries to climb out. His fall though pushes Calseinica forward, knocking her into Kevorin and pushing him along his way out just a bit more. He barely regains his footing before he slips again as Calseinica attempts to climb out. His attempt to assist her out lost as he dunks into the acid again. Finally, it being his turn, Wart attempts to climb out, slipping into the acid a final time, dry heaving again before he is able to gain purchase and move out of the Beast by strength alone. He grunts with single minded purpose...survival his only thought. Once outside, he loses himself for a moment, burned and burning from the acid. He shakes his head to clear his mind, and gets back to assisting the others out. He assists in pulling Addie out, but his strength fails when helping Valeron. He rallies and sucessfully assists in helping pull Morghrim out. At the end of it all, he drops to a knee on stage, wounded but defiantly scowling at the Magistrate Haanderthan. If Wart doesn't make it:
Wart studies the great Beast before the group with disdain. What is it with these people and their obsession with ACID! The Master always wanted me to make this stuff! I swear this damn alchemical mixture will be the death of me some day. He slips in after Black Addie, mindful of not splashing acid on the others when he is inside. He turns pale immediately from the fumes, and as Calseinica moves into the Beast, he dry heaves, and slips to fall into the acid. He quickly regains his composure, but smoke can be seen coming off his burnt skin. Wart begins vomiting again as Kevorin climbs in, and slips in it as Kevorin tries to climb out. His fall though pushes Calseinica forward, knocking her into Kevorin and pushing him along his way out just a bit more. He sputters for a moment, and jerks, falling into the acid again, motionless.
DM Talomyr: Round 1: Wart climbs in:
Reflex Save: vs. DC 15 Fortitude Save: vs. DC 12 Round 2: Calseinica climbs in:
Round 3: Kevorin climbs in:
Round 4: Kevorin climbs out:
Round 5: Calseinica climbs out:
Round 6: Wart climbs out:
Round 7: Addie climbs out:
Round 8: Valeron climbs out:
Round 9: Morghrim climbs out:
Fortitude Save: Round 2, Heal attempt 1 vs. DC 17
Fortitude Save 4: vs. DC 15
Fortitude Save 8: vs. DC 15
Fortitude Save 10: vs. DC 15 Total non-lethal HP loss at end of Act 2: 4
Perform (Act) check for Act 3, Round 1: vs. DC 20
Heal check to cut out the rot grub:
Heal attempt 2:
Heal attempt 3:
Perform (Act) check for Act 2:
Fortitude Save 1: vs. DC 15
Between lines, Wart looks over at Kevorin, face stoic through the pain. A small tear falls down his face as the "device" is pulled tighter, causing his joints to strain and pulling his spine painfully. He laughs confidently to help hide his tear. He sees Kevorin aim slightly away from him, and he shakes his head slightly, warning Kevorin not to miss.
Performance 1:
May we purchase/craft stuff in the interim? How long are we practicing per day? Also, have we done a disbursement from the group coffers recently?
DM Talomyr:
DM Max:
Shortly into the second day of rehearsals, Wart approaches Millech, and talks about how far his spells go to conceal, and whether or not they could be used to make him appear bigger. If Millech so agrees, he will appear as the archetypal Larazod, square jaw, broad shoulders, dressed in red and black.
DM Talomyr:
DM Talomyr 2: Would you like me to roll disguise checks and what not for the 7 days? I am thinking that at one point, I will let the disguise drop, and see if they notice.
Speaking more with Calseinica, Wart keeps his cool with the others. He watches them, and makes mental notes on what to discuss with them on the third day. DM Talomyr:
When Robahl speaks of Wart, he does his best to seem shy for a moment.
"Then, you think I'll do? Is it a problem that I am young? Should I pretend to be a slip or something?"
Wart tries to schmooze most of the folks there. He approaches them all, looking at the critically as he walks towards them, trying to detect anything that could help him gain their trust or friendship. Wart finds an appropriate moment to approach Visbaronetess Delour Aulamaxa. "I am in awe of your work. Even one so young as I have heard of your great abilities in the Theater!"
Wart introduces himself to Calseinica, bowing with respect. "Hello there...I am um..berto? Umberto. Nice to meet you."
Finally, after doing the rounds of introduction, Wart moves over to Millech the Hump. "I am glad to finally meet you. I understand you have spells to disguise armor. Are you a wizard?"
With reluctance, Wart moves over and approaches Thesing. Remembering what Addie said about him, he plasters on his biggest smile. "Ah, the great Thesing Umbero Ulvauno! It is an honor, sir."
"Acts that are dangerous? Like what?" Wart asks, not bothering to disguise his own voice.
Wart walks in, tilting his head back to take it all in. The backstage portion is enormous...well at least in comparison! The sounds, the sights...the actors and stage hands rushing about...it is all a little overwhelming.
That must be the Visbaronetess that the Maste...that the old goat talked about so much. He sure had a thing for her! Not much to look at, if you ask me. Overhearing Black Addie's comments, Wart looks closely at the blond-haired man. He soaks in his looks, making sure to remember what he looks like...just...in...case. He walks slowly and casually on to see the costumer with the others.
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