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Yelis's ears perk up as the pancakes are brought out. "Mmm, yes. All is forgive, good sir." He waved a hand dismissively at Geralt. "Oh, don't feel bad about it. I would have found out as soon as I felt like it. 'S simple really- I just show up as him when he isn't around, and check the reactions." He snapped his fingers, and turned into Moment briefly before turning back. "Oh, eh, I'm not tied to one human form like most kitsune. Fair's fair, I figured I'd let you folks know. I'm pretty much a slob about my identities by my family's standards." He stopped, looking down at his plate.

"These are really good pancakes. I'm magicking my pancakes to taste like this from now on."

Yelis grimaced at Ammon. "What in Abbadon do you think I want with worms?" he grumbled, sliding in to one of the chairs. Still grumbling, he passed his hand over his face a few times, prestidigitating himself clean.

As Ammon shouted to wake everybody up, there was a loud crash from Yelis's room, followed by the casting of several spells. The kitsune eventually emerged, one hand glowing and the other mimicking the shape of a gun. "What? What is it?" he asked, looking around nervously.

"Hem. Got something caught in my throat," Yelis said, waving a hand dismissively. "The only Celestial I know is for 'Sorry, I am lost. I do not belong here.' Oddly enough, that's the only Abyssal and Infernal I know too."

Mental talents you say? I am pleased to say that is my specialty area. Between us, I am sure handle thees Boogeyman of yours. Devic states matter-of-factly between bites. She takes a cup of whatever alcoholic beverage happens to be available. If none, she produces her own from her bag.

Yelis flinched unexpectedly, his expression darkening suddenly. He took a few slow breaths before grabbing a drink as well.

"The local authorities haven't found anything out yet?" he asked between sips.

Yelis looked a little less worried. "Well, that doesn't sound particularly mummy-like. I mean, I don't know much about them, but I presume they're kinda flammable and not particularly beclawed. At least, I sure hope so…" he said, frowning for an instant before addressing the latest arrival, a small kid. Revelations of secret identities weren't particularly noteworthy in his family, after all. "Well, many of my people do have more than one tail," he explained, nodding. "As many as nine! The more tails, the more powerful their natural magic is. But since any of us with two or more tails can cast an illusion to look like they only have one tail, you shouldn't assume anything!"

"Mhmmhmm?" Yelis said, pointing to his plate of food and mumbling around a mouthful, his eyes widening. One swallow later, "What, Egypt? Tell me it's not mummies…"

"West coast. Oregon specifically," he answered. "But, eh, that was a long time ago. I like New York- big cities in general, really. They're comfortable."

Yelis shrugged. "Don't worry about it- your English is fine. You understand us, we understand you, and anything beyond that is icing on the cake," he said, pulling up a seat for dinner. "And it's certainly better than my Russian. I know… krolik. And the stuff in movies, like da svidaniya."

"Ooh!" Yelis said excitedly, slipping back into his more comfortable natural form. "Waya, c'mon! Anybody else going to check out the rooms?" he called back, already hurrying towards the stairs.

Yelis tossed out his simple dazing spell again, aiming to stop the lead bugbear in its tracks.

DC 15 vs. dazed

Yelis huffed in annoyance. "Seriously? Veal and pork make perfectly good substitutes for human flesh, depending on which cut you want, all for regular market prices. Is the whole freaking market supported by picky eaters who want their food still kicking? Then why are you cooking around anything?"

As he spoke, he pulled his phone out, thumbing through the apps to get to the voice recorder. Might be useful evidence.

Quietly, he said to the others, "Look, break the mirror by tossing something at it, not shooting it. Don't know what's behind."

EDIT: Ninja'd. Is it too late to grab Geralt before he opens the very-likely booby-trapped door? If it's not too late, Yelis does that.

Yelis shook his head. "No objections. But what do you suggest? We've got to take them out at a distance, or else knock them out. But there's not a lot of 'distance' to work with, and they'll close it straight away."

Yelis let out a curse in Aklo, stepped back into the area of covered mirrors, and let a dazing spell fly.

DC 15 daze

Waya's Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

With one thing in the smoke cloud, Yelis took the opportunity to occupy it once it got out. He focused, spinning an illusion of Ammon with his sword at the ready facing the cloud a few feet away.

"Waya, sic 'em!" he called, pointing at the other.

Waya lunged forward, going for the mirror creature's legs.

QuidEst wrote:

Devic Zaitsev wrote:

That last thing you mentioned is more what I'm looking to do with it. I could just use fireball whisky + something, but that'd be way too simple. I want her drink-making to be like her everything else making; really, obviously unstable, and dangerous looking, but safe if one knows what they're doing.

A bit of rules lawyering later… Turns out you can make drugs with Craft (Alchemy), and there are two types of alcohol: Dwarven Fire Ale and Elven Absinthe (the formatting is a bit wonky on the latter one- it's +1d4 Charisma for an hour, not 1d4 Charisma damage). Alcohol is also listed as a drug, although there's no listed addiction DC to set the craft DC. Presumably anything you make with Craft (Alchemy) is going to be "get drunk" alcohol rather than "this is a pleasant experience" alcohol, and isn't that hard to pull off.

If Pathfinder!America has the same laws as the US, brewing alcohol is legal for personal consumption, but this hits a hard limit of 18% alcohol. At that point, the yeast is dead from its own waste. (Practically speaking, it'll probably be more like 16% at most.) Anything further requires distillation of the alcohol, which is illegal without a distilled spirits plant permit. I don't know what effect Dwarven and Halfling cultural tradition would have on distillation laws, though.

Okay, so I got a little curious…

We could end up with a Breaking Bad plot if we keep going along these lines of thought.

More like Breaking Bad Guys, amiright?

Initiative, Yelis: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
[dive=Initiative, Waya]1d20+2[/dice]

Yelis waved a hand dismissively. "Oh don't worry about a bit of staining. I've got that covered." He made a pass of his hand over the affected area. "And the mirrors are easy enough to take care of without smashing," he added, making a slow pass over the mirrors and leaving an ugly dark coating over them so that they wouldn't reflect. "Better?"

Prestidigitation, also known as Really Limited Wish.
Yelis continues to maintain Light on his left hand.

Yelis nodded gratefully as Ammon patched him up. "Thanks… I needed that," he said, accompanied by a few faint clinks as his healed wounds pushed out a few smaller glass shards. Yelis gave a slight shudder at the sound, his tail bristling a bit.

"It was, uh, very nice. But doesn't it go, y'know, up at the end of the intro riffy thing? Yours went down," he answered, gesticulating vaguely. Musical terminology wasn't exactly his forte.

Yelis does not like pain or glass shards: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Waya is not a big baby like Yelis: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
"Ooowww…" Yelis said, having taken the full force of the blast. He shifted back into his natural form, picking out glass shards with his much longer nails. "Ow, ow, freaking ow…"

Waya, lower down and out of the worst of the shrapnel, whined softly until Yelis stooped down to help her as well. "Heh. Well, job well done, hmm?" he said, finally standing up again.

Desna?

Well, more the quantity than any particular one. He makes sure to cover all the bases.

QuidEst wrote:

Green Smashomancer wrote:

YELIS! HOW DID YOU MAKE THE DIE ROLLER DO THAT!

Let's be honest: with rolls like that, Yelis saw this coming.

High initiative and knowledge? I just want to know what you did to appease the dice gods.

Have you seen the "Deity" section of Yelis's lookup?

Skjor needs no artificial trappings. Skjor is the Viking Lord of Rock.

Yelis needs no artificial trappings. He just really, really wants them.

Things Yelis does with his phone:
Buy an App Store gift card on the way home.
Turn off WiFi, Bluetooth, etc. (Leaving the cellular data on.)
Disable location tracking.
Disable search history and make a new email.
Register under the new email.
Set a long password and practice typing it.
Get a spell book app, bury it in a few folders, and fill it with junk data.
Get a dictionary, a few Worst Case Scenario Handbook ebooks, a drink mix app, and antivirus if it's available for this kind of phone.
Set phone to vibrate, then ring. Leave the ringtone on default.

Now to look up all the privacy settings and turn off WiFi.

Yelis looked a little nervous at the talk of slaughtering evil-doers, as well as the more specific mentions of Rakshasas and dragons. The Rakshasa kingpins were not the sort of people you wanted to mess with, after all. The movies might like to show them getting edged out by a more straight-dealing human gangster, but he wouldn't be surprised if that depiction played into their plans. It certainly wasn't how things actually worked.

But still. Seven was pretty substantial. Six other people. If the pay was good, well… there was a certain safety being part of the group. Train, learn to keep himself safe, and do so in the group. Get paid in the meantime, and if the going got tough, then everybody knew what they said about that.

Nevertheless, a quick check would probably be in order.

"Well, if the pay's as good as you say, I'm wiling to give it a try."

Oh your a fellow mage?

Yelis waggled his fingers by way of response.

"It's much more than a charity movement" Silver said. "This is an active effort to combat the dark forces of this world."

"Also, I love that movie."

"Eheh. Ah." He was silent for a moment, eating his food without comment. "Yeah, it was pretty good. How dark are we talking here?"

"Seven of us? A few shy of… what was it called, the one with Brad Pitfiend and Matt Daemon? Ocean's 11, that's it. Some of them were just there to pad it out, I suppose. But yes, like I was saying, a more specific hypothetical might be useful. Is this saving the world in a Greenpeace sense, passing out stirge nets, or what? I mean, what are we guarding?" Yelis asked, clearly curious but unable to work up much immediate concern while there was food present. "Oh, uh, con man- that would be me," he said, waving at the others. "If we are possibly going to be working together. A bit of magic as well." He held up the doctored wine as evidence.

Accept no substitutes!

Also, I have a soundtrack. (Clicky!)

She smiled at Devic. "Spasibo vam bol'shoye, ya rad, chto vam nravitsya."

"Food should be ready in a moment, Yellis." She said. "I hope you like regional cuisine... and Doctor Pepper."
She turns to answer Ammon's question. "Um... both" She said. "I was looking for a group of people who I thought could make a difference, and you seven... You seven, I noticed. Each for different reasons. I'm, uh... I'm forming a team."
Then the elevator door behind the group opened, two humans and a halfling, each pushing carts began placing food on the table, in addition to two bottles of wine, and two bottles of the afforementioned soft drink.
Silver began filling her plate, continuing to talk.
"I don't know about you people, but when I look out the window sometimes, I don't like what I see. The strong taking from the weak, monsters hiding in the shadows waiting for prey." She sighed. "II have a feeling you know what I'm talking about, and I also have a feeling you'd all be willing to cooperate with me on a group venture. The team would be a task-force, funded by me, to fight the most advanced threats given to us by this world."
She sipped from her glass.
"So, any questions?"

Yelis nodded. He liked anything that could be described as “cuisine”. Gods and goddesses knew full well he wasn’t a picky eater, of course (Waya got her own separate brand of dog food- she wouldn’t touch his), but it was always nice to have a little variety. "Hmm. Making differences is easy," he said, following her over to the table. "Eheh. The cynic in me notes that, formally, one gets a difference by subtracting something." He filled his glass half full of wine, then grabbed a bottle of the soft drink to top it off. A short gesture and muttered incantation later, he took a sip and nodded approvingly. "Oh, uh, champagne by the way, if anybody wanted some," he said, holding the glass up and looking around to see if there were any takers. He glanced out the window behind them. "Actually, it’s a pretty nice view. I mean, maybe it gets a little dull after a while. We can trade if you like." Mostly brick wall and fire escape ladder in an apartment complex run by a landlord who’d take rebottled top-shelf alcohol part of the rent.

"But funded, there’s a word I’m fond of. Have you any… hypotheticals as to what sort of difference engines we might be?" Yelis asked, gesticulating with the “champagne” glass in one hand while moving food onto his plate with the other.

But really… how do you know who the alias is?

Devic sees the apparent were-creature perk up at the mention of food. Well, our hostess seems to have used the magic Abracadabra word. This is becoming quite ehh, interesting now. What do you want to say Ms. Sliver?

Devic ignores her own hunger pang at the moment.

Yelis smiled and shrugged helplessly at the rat-person. "What can I say? I'm a man of simple tastes- that is to say, things I can taste." He reached over, scratching Waya between the ears.

"But yes, Ms. Silver, I was curious as to a few minor details, insofar as one can call 'all of it' a detail."

Sorry, I'll usually be posting in the evenings.
Before heading up, the group was joined by a handsome human man in a sharp suit, accompanied by a wolf padding along silently, an air of fierce power kept under careful control about it. The man walked quietly and with a purpose, not speaking and keeping his gaze ahead except for a cursory glance at the others.

As soon as the door to the elevator closed, the man seemed to relax, yet somehow standing up straighter in the process. Or rather, growing taller. In a matter of moments, the human man with a stern expression had been replaced by a kitsune with an affable grin, the neat suit now a motley woolen poncho. The wolf, taking the transformation as a cue, perked up, sticking out her tongue and wagging her tail.

"Yelis Silvanus, pleasure to make your acquaintances!" he said, taking time to shake the hands of anybody who'd do so as they went up.

~~~

Yelis sat up straighter as their hostess arrived, although from his relaxed sprawl there wasn't much to go but up. He sat up even straighter at the mention of food, smiling warmly. "Well, what can I say. I'm willing to try anything once, and you were quite persuasive." Persuasive and specific about what she knew, but that was beside the point.

Yelis wrote:

DekoTheBarbarian wrote:

Sweet, I made it! Will have the alias made and ready to ready to rock tonight when I get on my laptop. Just to let you know I dropped a level and added the fighter simple class template. All it gave me right now is +4 Str and a bonus combat feat.

All I got was this cantrip...

*waves Acid Splash around*

Sorc 2: the game's most boring level advancement.

If it helps, you have some of the best last 5.

*looks off into the distance and sheds a single tear*

Sweet, I made it! Will have the alias made and ready to ready to rock tonight when I get on my laptop. Just to let you know I dropped a level and added the fighter simple class template. All it gave me right now is +4 Str and a bonus combat feat.

All I got was this cantrip...

Sorc 2: the game's most boring level advancement.

Geralt Snacko wrote:

Also, I looked up every template and found potentially the most powerful, it's called instrument of the gods, litteraly makes you unkillable

Thank you, I was looking for a template to add to the endgame boss ;)

I found an even MORE powerful template! It's called Young. I sure hope you don't put that on any bosses.

What Yelis looks like.
It's a commission I got of him a little while back.

Jaster Kite wrote:

You don't have to outrun the goblin, you have to outrun the poor bloke with 20ft base spd.

Eehhh... *sweats heavily*

You. You look like a good friend.

It's only one goblin- if we all flee in different directions, most of us will live!

Still working on this a bit, but plenty of character stuff up!

EDIT: Ugh, just lost a bunch of writing too. It's too late for me to redo it all, so I'm going to give a quick recap of it here for now.