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"Then we have gained another companion still." Weiss comments with a smile. "That's great. There's no telling how many fires will need to be put out, by the end of it."
Feeling sure that whatever Tural was trying wasn't mindreading since they would have done that earlier, she allows it without issue. "It's good that you know him, though the circumstances are... less so." She takes up her bag as well, standing at her full (albeit lacking) height as the second shortest person in the party. "I am ready to set out when you are."
Not able to properly follow all of what they're talking about, Weiss has the sense to keep her mouth shut and her mind busily taking notes. Corven has the right of it--there was a war they needed to stop, and conveniently they'd find out about the information they needed while they were there. She just hopes it won't be off of a bunch of Sklar-Quah corpses. That would be... unpleasant. She'll just wait to hear what the others might know before chiming in.
I'm back now!
Going to be in another state in a place with no wifi for a week after I wake up. Might be slow, might be able to post my usual rate, depends largely on cell reception. I'll let you guys know when I get back. Bot as needed.
"Those are excellent questions, but not ones I am able to answer myself. All I can say is that Eon is something of a bogeyman among the richest merchantfolk in Katapesh, existing there for nearly as long as the city itself has. A great many thieves throughout the country strive to grab hold of the token that will let them summon him. I only have it now through sheer luck... I didn't consider that the Divine Thief would be all but unheard of here." Then, to Tural. Her hands go back to the table, as she smiles. "Not all thieves are evil, Tural... I use my skills to punish those who would oppress others. I also normally keep my mouth shut about it. Confessing to thievery in my country means losing a hand, and that's if you're lucky. Consider my openness a way of showing my trust."
"Wasn't Blackjack the legendary Korvosan hero who saved that girl who was suspected of murdering the king? Tania or Trini, or something, wasn't it? I heard about the commotion he caused during that whole affair. If you're friends with him, it's no wonder Queen Ileosa wants your heads... and with her being immune to being stabbed in the face..." The information about the crown was new, and she files that away for later digestion. "Well, for what it is worth I am no stranger to being wanted. If your ritual would help you feel comfortable with me, then by all means."
”I answer, and I’m disrespected. She promised me no disrespect. Weiss, they are yours.” she removes the mask with a flourish, pauses, and puts it back on twice before just hanging it on her belt with a sigh. If nothing else, she’s very committed. ”I... know how it sounds. You don’t have to believe it. What matters most is that the atmosphere in Korvosa has been depressing since I arrived. I wanted to change it, so I wound up following that guy.” she points at Corven, which is probably a surprise to him. ”I had intended to see if he was going to do something to help... Imagine my surprise when he finds you all, the heroes who cured my blood veil and saved so many people.” the girl stares at the table, massaging the stiffness out of her cheeks as she gives an awkward smile. She perks up again all at once to add on a sudden, half-panicked clarification to the end. ”Ah—do not worry! No one else followed. I made sure of that, keeping watch from the shadows. It is only us.” Clearly uncomfortable, she takes a deep breath and screws her eyes shut to continue. ”I am a thief! A good one, too! I can use a blade better than most, and spot traps at a full run! I can track people without them catching on, even pick curses as easily as locks! I want to help you, to ‘save the city,’ if that’s what it’ll take to make the people smile.” “I... do owe you guys my life, after all.”
Thanks largely to a past with a particularly nosy paladin, she doesn't even blink in making a response. "My existence predates even the starstone, Denario. Surely, you must have wondered who the god was that ruled over thieves, before a man ascended to do it. Thievery is eternal so long as greed exists, and gods themselves are greedy... why, I've heard that one young upstart is something of a lush." She looks over at Corven, giving him a playful nod despite her monotonous tone and flat demeanor. "My divinity stems from that. I think I was born the first time someone coveted something... I delivered it to them, and sparked some conflict in the bargain... Ah, but that was so long ago, back when I was satisfied to be worshiped in hushed tones as someone tried to execute some grand plan for a heist... but there is something very different between watching over a heist, and performing it yourself. I missed the rush. Sadly, when you are a deity there is little challenge in taking what you want, unless it is from another deity. And stealing from a deity... that starts holy wars. I am no empty armor. So, I was bored. For millenia." "It was thousands of years of waiting, but the Reaper of Reputation passed his test and his ascension gave me an opportunity. I offered to step back from the stage and let him be the one cursed for empty coinpurses. You may not remember this happening, it was several thousand years ago. Since then, I have acted directly through a single divine vessel marked by a token proving them the greatest thief of their generation, using their form and limitations alongside my own considerable knowledge to do the impossible. It makes existence much more interesting than answering prayers ever did." "It's no surprise you haven't heard of me, considering how old this story is. This Asprishya girl currently has the token, which is out of Katapesh for the first time since the city's founding." She tilts her head to the left, then back to the right in another dismissive gesture. "The pactmasters are so proud of their little city, and how well they protect their goods. They spare no expense in their security systems. You understand the allure, I'm sure."
"Well... that's interesting." The thief gives a monotone 'heh,' leaning forward to put her hands on the table. Once again, before saying anything of note she gives a once over for anything that might be a scrying sensor. "I suppose I'll introduce myself as well, then. You speak to the Divine Thief Eon, scourge of Katapesh and god of thievery since before Norgorber was a twinkle in his father's eye. You helped my people with that blood veil business, and my current vessel was in the area. I've decided to gift her to you. Never let it be said that I don't pay my debts." She pauses, to wave her hand out to the side dismissively. "Weiss is still growing into a vessel befitting my power, but I'm sure she'll be useful just the same."
The... admittedly short thief accepts the levitate, keeping her eyes closed as she falls until her feet touch the ground. She'd said to Denario and Mavor that she'd get in touch with the person who sent her... and that meant it was time to set down one name and put another on. "I wouldn't exactly call us 'friends,' Tural. Corven just happened to be here looking for you at the same time as Weiss." Her voice is a complete monotone now, accent aside. "She was under the impression that things would be easier if you spoke with me directly. It's a pleasure, I'm sure."
With a nod, Weiss unties the rope and coils it back up. Quietly she stows it away again, keeping watch over the house while she orders her thoughts. That language from before... it was harsh and sharp, and not one she'd already learned back home. She tries thinking on it to figure out what it's called, if only to know what she needs to study next. As she does, she waits for the others to emerge once more, without moving from her post in the branches.
Honestly, a bit of both. The last thing they did was take out an entire thieves' guild, and the place was stocked with both traps and relatively powerful fighters. And some beasts who were probably there to be sold or as defensive things, you know how it is. And since said paladin was the sort to not listen to the rogue because she's a thief and therefore Bad... (Yeah. It was one of those paladins in-universe.) There were problems.
Totally. FTR, Weiss's moments of paranoia in this campaign are the direct result of her surviving for 10 levels with an adventuring party going through another AP and presumably having to go through approximately that sort of ridiculousness. Their paladin probably has died at least twice. Except for the part where she looks for scrying sensors. That's related to her being wanted for theft.
Jade Regent, book 4, when I was running for my party. They'd made a LOT of noise, so the spiders in the porcelain tower decided to wait and murder 'the first person to come through that door' with their magic missile SLAs. The sorcerer went in first, because he was planning to fireball the webbing and burn up everything like he'd been doing the entire time. The sorcerer did not have shield up. The sorcerer ate a metric ton of magic missiles and instantly got murdered. The party grabbed his body and ran away directly after this, and the next time they went in everyone made sure to have shield available.
"I would love to, but I have to go sit somewhere high up and meditate to try and get in touch with someone. It may take some time." Corven isn't a bad sort, and she was hoping to have him help her out if things fell through and she ran out of other plans besides 'making her own group of adventurers to try and help...' but with both of them trying to talk their way onto the side of the heroes of Korvosa it put them both into a possible competition. Who knew if they'd take multiple sword-arms? In Katapesh, after all, they frequently limited the number of members in mercenary groups in order to maximize their share of coin. But then, being rude to someone isn't really something Weiss can do without feeling that pang of guilt in her stomach, either. "...You are welcome to join me." She's eyeing the side of the building that the others have walked into, running her fingers along her chin as she tries to work a way up. Deciding that skulking around on their roof would probably be a bridge too far, she instead climbs up the branches of a nearby tree, puts her mask back on, and reclines against its trunk. After she's found a comfortable spot, she pulls a rope from her bag, tying it around the tree to let it dangle down so that it can be climbed, since with all that metal armor she's willing to bet that the halfing isn't the most mobile sort.
When the two speak in orcish, Weiss watches them with her full attention. She puts her hand over her mouth and mouths the words to herself, like she's trying to figure out what they mean.
"It's possible for me to let them speak to you, yes." She purses her lips. "I assure you, it's far less useful a trick than it may sound."
"Ah! That is good to hear." Her hand falls to the mask on her belt, and she breaks into yet another wide smile. "I will try to arrange for you to speak to them directly in the meanwhile. It'll be easier to explain things that way, I'm sure."
Even with her less-than-sterling social skills, Weiss can see the sadness on Tural's face and she quickly takes a few steps backwards, scuffing her shoe against the ground. She looks around as the others speak, trying to get a feel for if any scrying sensors might be watching them talk at the moment. Then, it's finally her turn, and she speaks up again responding to Mavor. "Well, since you have time for me now... Um... hm." She usually left the talking to others before, so suddenly she isn't quite sure what to say. 'Hi there, you've earned yourself the help of a god. Hope you're okay with that!' doesn't seem like the sort of thing one says as a greeting. 'I just want to help!' would sound suspicious, probably, given the situation with the Queen... Ah. She's freezing up, isn't she? She can't just say nothing and smile, either--there's nobody here to do the talking for her anymore. "Weiss. You should call me Weiss. As for my business... let us say that someone in a position of power owes you a debt for that whole Blood Veil debacle. I am going to repay it to their satisfaction." She pauses as if done speaking, then realizes that she'd heard similar language used once before in extremely different circumstances. With a gasp, she quickly follows up: "To be clear, I mean 'owes you a debt' in the 'they are thankful' way. I don't mean you harm. But, please." She gestures towards the open door. "It can wait until your coniferous friend is ready to continue speaking. There is no great hurry, I can wait out here for several days should it be required."
She'd know Tural anywhere, and Denario followed by Mavor a few seconds later? Okay, her assumption about Allyph being with them was wrong since clearly she was as surprised as the thief felt... but everything's worked out for the best. This is where she should present herself, right? But... appearing as a god would be a little much... She puts her hand to her mask, taking it off and hooking it onto her belt. This is a job for Weiss, not Eon. Emerging from her hiding spot to take the long way 'round the path to approach 'randomly' from the street, she strolls right up to Tural and looks up at him. "Tural? And you are the other saviors of Korvosa as well, yes? How fortunate!" Her common is good, but she speaks with a distinctly out-of-town accent. She gives them all a bright, warm smile. "What brings you out this way?"
GM: Allyph? As in Allyph Yssal, one of the saviors of Korvosa from Blood Veil? She peers closer. Sure enough, it looks like the woman who appeared on stage back then during the queen's speech...
She puts a hand silently to her mouth, thinking this over. This. Is. A. Huge. Find! Just like that, her target slides from Corven to Allyph. She hasn't heard of them breaking up, so she assumes they all are still traveling together. That puts them all in this town, doesn't it? She'd wanted to find them in the first place, and Corven was more of a side-plan... so... She nods to herself. Hopefully, Corven would go with her and she could follow them both at once. If not, however, Yssal is her new priority. Corven's waiting for someone, which explains his just waiting there for a couple days, but whoever it could be couldn't possibly be better for helping out Korvosa than the heroes themselves, could they? No. They couldn't. The thief makes sure to silently thank Desna for her luck.
GM: This is the first interesting thing to happen in days, and the thief's attention is fully on Corven and the half-elf. That the half-elf girl seems suspicious of him doesn't phase her too much; from what she'd seen Corven wasn't a bad person, and so everything should work out. Still, she lets herself creep just a touch closer to try and listen in on their conversation, just so that she's able to tell if a scuffle were about to break out.
It'd be bad to let a good person get beaten up, after all, particularly since then she wouldn't know who he was waiting for in the first place.
GM: Following Corven had proven to be an interesting challenge for the thief girl. Sneaking on board a ferry was a little bit tough, particularly for a desert girl who never had reason to learn to swim, but she'd managed to stow away invisibly and hid herself before the spell had worn off. A bit of searching had let her find Corven again, and she was certain that none of his group had actually become aware of her presence yet.
The masked girl waited, watching Corven watch others. It had seemed odd that someone so powerful would leave Korvosa for no reason, even with the souring atmosphere back there. And now, he was... waiting? For what? Every instinct she had was telling her this was worth looking into, and as he'd waited for days, so too had she kept silent watch over him--never revealing herself, but never letting him out of her sight range either. Today, too, she keeps an ever-vigilant eye on Corven, letting him go about his waiting without issue as she waited to find out what he was waiting for.
Our party's damage structure is more of a pyramid scheme.
...y'know now that I really look at it, Tural and Denario have the most hp, and everyone else in the party has exactly 73. idk why I find that funny, but it makes me laugh.
Yes, i'm not dead yet. Because you always let Mavor and Baer tank? ;P
FWIW, I’m here.
Welcome back!
They’re under that ‘my account’ thing at the top now, under ‘private messages.’ I don’t think there’s a cool dot to say when we have new ones yet.
So, here's hoping that the changeover has found everyone well and not completely unable to find their campaigns tab like I was for about an hour.
Yeah, the flu is eighteen kinds of unpleasant. I'll be waiting for whenever it's time to DRAMATICALLY ENTER!
As the party's official 'way out of town'er, I take full responsibility for at least one comparison in which she comments on how easy it is to remember where everything is while shopping, since nobody could ever get lost in your merchant district.
I work security, we have a lot of downtime in between short sessions of 'oh god everything is on fire.' Sometimes literally. I think blood pig is literally my new favorite thing ever.
Okay, I've officially had time to read everything. I'm really excited now, it's not often that I get to flex my writing muscles as much as I'd like.
I went with what StephNyan mentioned earlier in the recruitment thread, 'For HP you get your full HD at first level. Every level after that you get half your HD +1. E.g. a sorcerer would receive 6 HP from his HD at level 1, and 4 HP for every next level in sorcerer.'
Hi everyone! This is Trinam, playing Weiss/DTE, and also busily lamenting the lack of appropriate avatars for her appearance. I'm usually on from after 8 PM CST through approx. 9 AM-noonish CST, based largely on when I go to bed. Looking forward to partying with y'all! |