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Zanian nods. "Sounds good to me. When do we go?"

Zanian nods. "Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. We send someone, preferably good with people, to talk to the guards, get on their good side. Not Prevara or myself. In the eyes of Cheliax, we are scum. We talk some info out of them, and see where we go from there. Sound good?" He looks around the group awaiting their input.

Zanian blinks a couple of times. "Carry the two... yep. You forgot about me!" He looks around at everyone else. "As for clothes, we could just buy some newer clothes, tear 'em up, and walk through the sewers for a bit, or is that no good?"

Zanian walks over to her while rifling through his pack. "I took some bread from the temple, and I have some chhese. Oter than that, all I have is some rations, you know, dried fruit, nuts that sorta thing." He holds out a few items from his pack. "Here, take what you want."

Zanian looks down at his hands for a moment. Closing them into fists, a determined look crosses his face. Moving swiftly to catch up to Nesswen, he calls for her to stop. "Nesswen! Look, I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let my temper get ahead of me like that. It's a good plan. I also shouldn't have made that comment. It was uncalled for."

Zanian finishes his glass, puts the bottle in his bag and makes his way back to the shrine. When he walks in, he looks around. "Oh, did you decide what is going on tonight?"

Zanian walks slowly down the street, keeping his eyes to the ground. He is keenly aware, however, of all that is going on around him; the contemptuous glares he recieves as he moves along the buildings, how the people in front of him move out of his way in the street. He sighs deeply as he turns a corner. After a few minutes he finds himself in front of a tavern. He steps in and sits at the bar. Putting some silver on the counter, he says to the barkeep, "A glass of your best wine, if you please." He settles on his barstool and looks around him. When his wine is poured, he swirls it around in the glass and inhales deeply, letting its aroma wash over him. Satisfied, he takes a sip, and finds it to his liking. He places several more gold on the bar and asks for the bottle.

Zanian walks back into the common area a few minutes later. He is wearing a dark cloak over his armor, with an ample hood over his eyes. His bow is strung, and worn in a case on his hip across his lower back. "I'm going out into the town. I'll be back in a bit, but you are welcome to join me," he says to everyone in the room. At that, he heads out the door.

(BTW, got a 19 on my knowledge nobility roll, 13+6 modifier.)

"Alright, first of all, ow. For the record, wine burns. Secondly, I do nothing at the expense of this dear lady, and mean no disrespect for those dear to her that she lost." He turns to face her, eyes still shut. "My condolences on your loss. Truly I am sorry if I offended."
(Diplomacy roll of 24, 18+6 modifier)He turns to regard the elf, and rises from his seat, red eyes now wide open. "You however have brought her here and forced her to dig up old memries long since passed. As an elf you may measure time differently, so forty years ago may not mean much to you. To we shorter lived races, not so much. As noble a cause as this is, it is a wild goose chase. There is no discernable pattern here, just random killings." He pushes in his chair and clears his plate, tail flicking at his annoyance. "Never speak to me in such a manner again. While I disapproove of how things are here, Korvosa has always maintained a...cordial relationship with Cheliax. Perhaps my grandfather should reopen channels of communication with, say, House Rosala?" Smiling at the rest of the group, he nods. "I shall see you all tonight." He looks at Nesswen one more time, and leaves for his room.

Mandy's right, ther is no real pattern, and anyway, this is only one account of these incidents happening. we may be in the wrong place. Perhaps they are hunting in another part of Westcrown.

Zanian leans back in his chair and stretches, yawning. "I suppose we should get rested up beforehand then. I will try to get up on some rooftops. I will be of more use to us there as opposed to on the ground. We need some eyes up above." He looks to Nesswen. "Will that suffice? Or shall we go about interviewing random people for second-hand leads some more," a sly grin playing across his lips.

Zanian somberly looks up from his breakfast. "I too heard stories of the Bastards of Erebus. None of it good. I should like to deal with them in a non-violent way if possible. But first we should deal with this shadowbeast, hopefully it will garner public support."

Gawd, Brycen is taking forever!

Zanian takes the next day walking the streets of Westcrown, taking n the sights and sounds of the city, helping out where he can, but also keeping an eye out for the watch and any cutpurses that might be looking for an easy mark. He comes back to the shrine later that evening, a somber look on his face, and he seems quite withdrawn, not talking to anyone at first.

nevermind, i got it.

Hey Allan, I can't find the player's guide for Kingmaker on my downloads list, could you email it to me, Brycen and Jim? thanks!

"I need to send a letter home to inform my grandfather and uncle of the situation here. We were ill informed of the conditions here and I need to report what I have seen. Also, there is a topic I would discuss with you and Arael in a more private setting later on."

A grim look crosses his face. "Do you not see it? These people, they're not living. Oh sure, they survive day to day, but they are not thriving, living! The high point of their day is when some puffed up starlet shows off and expects them to kiss the ground he walks on." He shakes his head and a sad expression crosses his face. "But worse still is the treatment of my people. My fellow tieflings. We are little more than dirt here. Look at how the locals stare at me and Prevara when she is not covering herself. I do have an alterior motive for coming here. The tieflings of Cheliax have no home here, but in Korvosa, in my grandfather's house, they would be welcomed with open arms, granted peace and a fresh start on life, a chance to truly live..." Zanian closes his eyes. "I'm sorry, it just drives me mad to see a race that is already cursed in their own eyes subjugated in such a way..."

Zaninan looks at Savidus. "Say statue," he whispers. He chuckles to himself. "Sweet holy Callistra, I'm beat..."

Zanian feels dirty...

Zanian lets out a sigh that matches Jacovo's. "It was the least we could do for your assistance to us earlier. Thanks to your help we succeeded in our goal. If there is nothing else we can help you with, I need a bath. I can only flatter so much without feeling dirty..."

Zanian is a fan, but not nearly as much of one as he makes it seem, and he doesn't care if our work interfered with a show.

Zanian bows his head in an apologetic fashion. (Bluff 25= 18 on dice + 7 modifier) "I am truly sorry, as are my companions. If I had known we were interrupting your great work, we would never had taken these horses. Truly your purposes were greater than ours, and I hope you can forgive us."

Recognizing the man (I swear I rolled a 19 for a roll of 25), Zanian passes the reins of his horse to Savidus and jogs over to interrupt his berating. (Diplomacy roll of 21 total) "Oh my gods, Mister Ulvauno? I am a huge fan! I was hoping to see one of your masterpeices while I was in town; Oh please tell me you will be gracing this city with your magnificent voice!" Zanian clasps the man's hands like a crazed fanboy. "Oh! Could I have an autograph!?"

Zanaian raises his hands in a placative manner. "No disrespect meant to Janiven. We're just kinda...ragtag. I still don't know everyone too well."

WOO! posted again!

Zanian nods. "Not only that, but your associates spoke very highly of you as a leader. And what use is an organization without someone to organize it? And from what I saw, it was pretty disorganized without you..." Zanian extends a hand to shake Arael's. "I'm Zanian of Korvosa. I represent my grandfather's interests here in Westcrown that you may be sympathetic to. I would discuss it with you at a more appropriate time, that is if you don't mind?"

okay, so Mandy told me what you wanted to know, and no, the Pale Master is not integral to Lana's character. (Lana is my sorcerer's name.) And now that I look at the Pale Master again, I can't see her wanting to do that. Thanks anyway though!

Zanian draws his bow, but stays in his cover. He fires an arrow at the drivers hand, muttering, "Turn back to Westcrown with an arrow in your palm."

To hit 1d20+3=23
Damage 1d8+crit=12

Zanian looks around quickly, and seems to stare off into space. It doesn't seem to inhibit his awareness however, as he manages to grab some mosquitoes out of the air before he gets bitten. His hood pulled low over his face he waits quietly.

Zanian looks to Janiven and nods. "Who will the first group consist of?" His red eyes flit about the room, glancing at all in the room, especially the original members of this resistance movement. "This is going to be fairly dangerous. I believe we should group so that the two grops are a little better balanced, for example, Savidus and Prevara stand with the first group, while Nesswen, Yuki, and myself in the second. How does that sound?"

I'm not saying that Blackjack comes to Westcrown, just Zanian uses the costume as a distraction for the Hellknights.

Zanian looks at her. "What should we do about the carriage? What is keeping them from returning to the city?"

So I had an idea just now, Savaru (Zanian's grandfather) is pretty old now, and it is about time to pass on the mantle of Blackjack to someone else, perhaps a roguish grandson...

Zanian sighs. "Very well, we will have to rely on a distraction. I have something that may just suit our needs, unless someone has a better idea?"

Zanian thinks to himself, his eyes a bit distant. "DO you have any supplies we might use, tanglefoot bags, thunderstones, caltrops, anything of that sort?"

"It's a makeshift dagger, usually carved out of whatever is at hand. I like the sheep idea. Anyone good with animals, and/or a shepherd?" He looks around at everyone again.

The Kingmaker OOC thread is called Savaru's Kingmaker OOC discussion, so yas know!

yes we are. I am gonna make the message board tonight as a matter of fact!

I have a friend interested in playing Kingmaker with us.

Zanian nods. "Can we set up a road block, or something to disrupt and distract them while someone grabs Arael? That would make this almost too easy."

Looks good to me!

Zanian claps and rubs his hands together. Looking at everyone in turn, he says, "Alright, what do we need to do? I have no intention of going to prison. I was told to keep my Grandfather appraised of the situation, but I doubt he will like a letter that reads, 'Dear Grandfather, doing well in Cheliax, I made lots of new friends and oh by the way, I'm in jail! Here is a drawing of my first shank!'" He shakes his head. "Then they'll think I'm a Korvosan spy, and gods know what will happen. What do you need?"

Zanian falls into line behind the rest.

The only question is...which one?

Miroku huh...eww...
lol

Zanian stands and runs to get Nesswen, and then runs to the sanctuary, muttering under his breath.

So I drew Zanian the other day, and I posted it here: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID =20894018&albumID=969000&imageID=72137384
Enjoy!

Zanian shakes his head. "You don't take a name for yourself. The people will give you a name. Whether it be through wild rumors or posters across Westcrown, they will name you what they feel touches them the deepest. If they do not, try to stay away from religious names. While religion has a heavy influence on people's hearts, many lost their faith when Aroden died and the devils took over. It should be something all citizens can identify with." Again, he looks a bit sheepish, once more feeling as though he spoke too much, but less so this time, as though he was slowly gaining confidence.