Zagathoth draws doomcresent as he rushes toward the demon-like foe . He calls to mind a lesson on swinging accurately even with great force and brings the heavy blade down in an attempt to hack into the creature.
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Zagathoth looks around at the strange land, and then at his strange companions. Turning to Bear he asks, "Wer ist ohne den Padre zuständig?" Furrowing his prominent, orcish brow he adds, "Ich bin jetzt ein Prinz. Macht mich das?" German: "Who is in charge now that the Padre is gone?"
"I am an emir now, does that make me in charge?"
Zagathoth continues to eye the gray man and the fairy suspiciously. He follows them through the pyramid and into the workshop unsure what he should do...
”Are we allowed to let it go?” Zagathoth asks as the gray-man is freed. ”I do not think that the Padre would like this...”
I need to change my combat bonuses spreadsheet but other than that I should be fully leveled.
In between times providing the witch with 'company' Zagathoth wanders the pyramid making frequent use the gym and sauna. When he happens upon the two fey with the locked cell doors open, he scowls and rushes to them. "What are you doing?" he barks as he arrives just after the first cell is closed. Looking at the gray prisoner he asks, "What is that?"
It also provides a +2 bonus to any rolls to influence Zagathoths...
Zagathoth wraps one thick, muscley arm around the witch’s waist and leaps to his feet (hoisting her into the air in the process). Without ceasing from the activity that seems to have surprised Bear, he spins to face his friend and exclaims, ”The Padre leaved?!? Where did he go?”
Zagathoth grins a big toothy smile and drops his sheet as he rushes into the witch's chamber. He spends the next couple hours demonstrating everything he has learned about making sex from his woman in Rome and the harem in Marrakesh.
Zagathoth emerges from his cabin partially covered in a white silk sheet. The promise of epic combat with which his dream ended had done nothing to diminish the growing desire most of the dream had aroused. The orc heads hastily to the witch's chamber and begins to pound on the door. "Dark woman," he calls out, "do you want to make sex? I have not made sex since our boat sunk and I need to..." if the answer is no: "I do not know the metal womans' tongue," he answers, "can you ask them if any of them want to make sex with me?"
I’m not sure its a great idea for me to be in secret society... let me rephrase that: I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to know that I’m in a secret society, lol. I’ll be a great asset to the society as long as I don’t know anything about it to accidentally reveal!
Always obey priests, it’s one of the rules. Also, I think it makes sense for anyone who’s Int is like 24 or higher (which is probably smarter than any living human) to have some sense of the potential dangers but I agree that most of us probably shouldn’t at all.
Zagathoth nods like he understands what the man in the chair is saying. It seems fairly clear, however, that he doesn’t. Giving up on the conversation, the orc wanders to the nearest door to see what’s beyond it.
Zagathoth’s head swims while he tries to grasp what everyone else is talking about. ”We can go to other times?” he finally asks, ”Can we go to last week, when we killed the dragon and freed the city? I made more sex that day than any other day.”
Zagathoth howls in rage as his blood clouds the water. He shifts into his dragon stance as he finishes growing to his new size and unleashes a flurry of angry blows on his attacker.
When the snake finishes hissing the orc offers, ”Bear says we can watch while you dig into your...unknowns.”
bringing back great memories:
The first mate, Crossed-Eyed Tom, fights with an anchor he swings on the end of a chain... Not wanting to waste time fighting the pirates, Zagathoth steps back into his dragon stance and unloads a barrage of attacks at the Hobgoblin (and anything else he can reach). ,
Zagathoth sighs and trudges into the ship full of undead. Dropping his passenger, he uses his now freed hand to punch the nearest enemy. ,
Yeah- sorry, RL has been nuts but I’ll be back to ‘translating’ today...
Angry that the tooth-fishes ignored his offer, Zagathoth unloads a flurry of punches at whatever enemies come near him.
Zagathoth claims the dagger, as instructed, and settles into a fighting stance . Drawing back a fist to strike the first thing to try attacking him, he calls out, ”glurgug, glubrub glug!”
shark:
”Tooth-fishes, fight your masters and we will free you!” ,
"blug, glub... grururbble, glub" Zagathoth calls out to a passing school of fish, after gulping down one of the water breathing potions. fish: "Hey, fishes, are there any things that look like us around here?"
”I was raised with the fighting beasts at a arena near where the knight lived. I think he called it Oviedo,” Zagathoth answers with a shrug. ”You can teach what tongue you want; I don’t know what I will do with it. I can talk and hear this tongue and the knight’s... my woman’s at the Padre’s house... Bear’s when he is a man, and when he is a bear, and when he is a snake... the Pope’s, and the birds’ that live with the Pope... the big cat I seed earlier at the arena, and most of the people's who live here... the horned man’s who leaved... the man who saw ghost’s- he leaved before... and the devil that we fighted’s.”
The orc's massive chest and shoulders make him seem shorter than his actual six and a half foot height. His arms are the size of a normal man's legs and end with hard, meaty hands. He wears a newly tailored set of lightweight, puffy purple pants with a matching tunic. A long, heavy sword hangs on his back and upon his head sits a fancy silk turban decorated with several big gems. "You can call me Zagathoth," he offers with a big toothy grin as he offers the prince his hand.
Zagathoth gives his most recent conquest an appreciative smack on her well-muscled backside. "It is good to be the Emir," he reflects with a broad, toothy grin. When the orc tracks down Ihrin in the early morning hours he is once again clad in a bedsheet kilt. His muscly body glistens with sweat and it looks like he has a fat lip and several bite marks on his shoulder and chest. He carries a huge mug of mead in his left hand and hunk of spiced meat, wrapped in flatbread, in his right. "I have comed to read!" he announces with a chuckle, "what tongue will you teach me in?"
Dropping his bedsheet-kilt to 'unsheathe his greatsword' the hulking Emir adds, "I lived through it all so far," as he returns to his celebrating.
"What?!?" the orc answers with real confusion. "No, the rule is just no making sex with married womans..."
Upon learning that harem girls were, or could be, slaves Zagathoth immediately returns to their balcony. Standing in the doorway, wearing only a bed sheet for a kilt and still holding a half eaten lamb shank, he announces, ”I do not keep slaves. If you want to live here and make sex with me when I’m here you can and we will take care of you. If you do not want to live here and make sex with with me when I’m here then you are free to leave. You can take your clothes with you and food for your trip.” After spending some more time with those who wish to stay, the orc takes a break to tour the arena with his companions. He smiles his wide toothy grin at the sturdy orcish gladiatrix’s offer. ”You can try,” he answers with a smirk, ”when we are done here. For now walk with us.”
My suggestion was really to try to do all 3 of those... we 'submit' to Rome to gain papal support (trusting that between our favors for the pontiff and location at the very edge of the empire there will be virtually no interference) and pay tribute to Henry as a self-governing vassal (so he'd lend military support to safeguard our rule and we'd pay him a good chunk of the wealth that we'd otherwise be banking , and probably allow him 'dibs' on a lot of the import/export business). Between those 2 measures, if they work, we'd be free to govern independently (through Rodrigo, probably) but we'd have enough backing to hopefully keep the emirate stable? I definitely agree about the Jackals offering more feedback too though!
I should be fully leveled now. A couple questions though... 1) do I get some kind of crown or something? It seems like the former Emir wore a turban with that huge gem that apparently we need to give to someone/something- should I just wear that with one of the other jewels we found slapped on it? 2) how do people feel about me being large sized pretty much all of the time? 3) how long is Quinlan going to be physically with us, and could he make me an enlarge person item real quick before we lose him?
”We should free the slaves,” the orcish Emir agrees during his brief time at dinner.
And before we got teleported here (but still today) I spent enough time ‘celebrating’ with my woman in Rome that I had to get our healer friend to use lesser restoration for her so we could continue, lol.
I’m keeping the tradition alive...
If I die I’ll make a knight in shining armor for my next guy
Are we going to set up some kind of regeant to rule in my absence (and care for my lovers, and eventual progeny) while we’re busy in Rome? Maybe make some kind of treaty with the Prince of Portugal?
If Quinlan is officially departing we also have a broom of flying someone can use... Also, it looks like I might have ninja’d the Cardinal again
Zagathoth spends the rest of the afternoon making sex with as many of the harem girls as are interested. When dinner time arrives he pauses long enough to eat an inhuman amount before moving on to another round of making sex with whichever girls have the stamina to go again.
At the mention of freeing the harem, Zagathoth begins inching towards the beautiful stranger whose confusing words made it seem like she didn’t want to make sex with him right now. ”Padre,” he asks with some urgency, ”is it okay to make sex with married womans after their man is dead?”
I don’t know what you’re planning for your feats but the variant multiclass for inquisitor gets stern gaze...
I think that puts us down to zero real healers...
Zagathoth chops at the efreet as it flies away from him...
Lol- sometimes I roll 3s and 4s, you just forget because nobody remembers the misses. Also, I threaten on a 15-20 so statistically I should get one every 3-4 attacks.
Having no idea who he’s supposed to kill, Zagathoth follows the giant northman to his next target, making some effort to bob and weave around would be attackers as he goes.
When he reaches the tiger-headed bad guy, he shifts his stance slightly and brings Doomcresent whistling down at it.
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