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I'm around. But it's just not the same without Robert :(
I do it better then joo:p It's populate the plane with NPCs time.
But...but...! You need a good brewer to turn all those vines into wine!
Clerics have 2 skill points per level, so be nice. Getting drunk is more fun then learning about nobility, anyway.
That's ok - we'll muddle along.
God knows, I'm waiting for an update. That's assuming we even find someone to identify it in town...
Jurgan - is there anything I need to know about nobility in the region, specifically Lord beval before I commit some faux pas?
The next morning, when Paletress shakes him up from the table, Zimul gives a pained groan.'Who's that shaking me? Why's the light so bright today..?' "Uhh..?" He stares at Paletress uncomprehendingly through bloodshot eyes, "Ohh...my head.." He moans. "WW-hhy yyou bbugggerring mme? He protests weakly and tries to cup his hands over his ears and bury his face in the table and go back to sleep, but Paletress is insistent and hauls him up. After Paletress doses him with the hair of dog applejack shot, he looks a less like a zombie, and then stumbles off to the bath to continue with his hangover cure. He dips himself in a tub of cold water for about half an hour, before coming up, pale and shaking, but more or less sober. Paletress bullies him to eat a little breakfast in the morning. He doesn't have much of an appetite, still feeling nauseous from the after-effects of last night's session. On listening to Paletress's explanations, he groans, "I hate dealing with nobles. Reminds me too much of my family. But well, if it needs to be done, it needs to be done." He returns to the bathroom to get himself freshened up, even putting on a new tunic. He then asks Jurgen on the etiquette of nobles around the region, since nobles tend to be touchy when the bows aren't done right. "Yes, yes, put on my game face, I geddit." He complains as they saddle up and ride on.
Zimul informs Jurgen about the wizard academy in town then goes to Bradin Denby to sell the +1 studded leather armor. He uses part of the proceeds to pay for an identify on the Battleaxe. Knowing that he couldn't have done it without the party's help, he divides the proceeds of the sale among the party, then feeling exceptionally generous, uses part of his share to pay for room and board in the inn, the King's Road for the party.
He then proceeds to sample enthusiastically the fine liquors the King's Road, offering to pay for anyone in the party who'd care to join him, since drinking is more fun with company. After getting throughly wasted, he passes out on the table.
Let me get home and I'll get moving.
Booze? Booze?! Booze!!
Yes please. I need lures to follow you like a puppy. Drinks? BTW my exams are over...and I'm trying to find some drinks in RL ;-) There's so much tax on alcohol here :(
Zimul goes to Kings to catch up on the local gossip, especially on Lord Beval. He happily buys himself drinks, as well as buying drinks for anyone who'd speak to him more about the town merchants, and about Lord Beval.
Did you really want me to do the talking? *looks embarrassed* But ok, I'll try.
"Look if you know any inns with good wines, I'm all ears, Paletress." Zimul trusts that Paletress will bring him to where the good stuff is.
Zimul follows Paletress like a puppy, metaphorically "buzzing" around the said flask. Throughout the journey he spends his time brewing more wine at night and putting the barrel to ferment. He also strongly encourages the party to try his freshly made produce.
"Hey ho a merry o, to Endhome we go!"
Zimul sings cheerily as the caravan heads towards Endhome. He makes sure that he is doing most of the lazing while the rest are doing the hard work.
"Oh Kunala! You know me like a brother..."Zimul claps Kunala heartily on his shoulder. "Well except that the only thing my brother ever said to me was that I was a drunken sot, wastrel and a bum that would never amount to anything in life." Zimul's eyes mist up. "But that's water under the bridge. I have new friends now! Come on! Lets pour everyone a toast to friendship and parties eternal!"
"11 days on horseback...oooh my bums's going to be sore." He goes to the bandit camp, then tries to load as many barrels of ale as possible. "To help with my aching muscles sp I can sleep at night." He explains to the party.
"Yeah, I got my wine." He grabs the bottle from Kunala, tries to pack as much Ale as he can. Zimul seems slightly sulky. "Lets go to Endhome. The faster we get there, the faster we get to more drinks! Cheers!"
Kunala knows I'm NOT the kind of person you want doing diplomacy. It has the line of...you leave in peace, or you leave in pieces.
"Oh fine." Zimul grunts disgruntledly. "Guess SOMETHING is better NOTHING. And here we are...ending up as porters. Gah." Zimul sniffs disdainfully. "Yeah I'll certainly tell that Lord what an idiot he has for servants."
Zimul looks at Kunala approvingly. "Now you're talking MY language. I say we take those Chelaxian wines as payment. They look so good." While he says that, he grabs the bottle of whiskey on that man-wolf.
"Hey, look. You should be properly thankful that we saved you from being eaten." He gestures at what was in the pot. "And all your goods would do nothing for you if you were in someone's stewpot." "I even ASKED nicely, but wasn't offered ANY reward. Look sir, I don't do things for free, so I just helped myself." Zimul answers huffily.
"Awesome." He starts drinking out of the bottle."This is really good stuff. Smoky, spicy, rich... just the way I like it. So good..that I'd go get a couple of spares." He surreptitiously filches the other 4 bottles.
"Wine...oh sweet Bacchus...it's a dream come true! And a five year old vintage. You know it was a good grape year, right?" He grabs for the bottle of red wine, and moves to open it, unless anyone stops him.
Ok. I don't want you dropping out of rage and falling over, you geddit?
Paletress - how much are you down. I did drop a cure mod on you earlier.
"I'll take your word for it," Zimul glowers at Paletress dubiously. "But I'm still dry, and that's not the way things are supposed to be." "Caravan Boss," Zimul's voice takes a wheedling note, "Come on, we got you out of this...you owe us one. Do you know anyone who'll give us some of the good stuff for free?"
*Does not feel ashamed with taking slumber hex, even though he should* *smacks self on nose*
"You promised there was booze on the boat and now you say its not ours to take?" Zimul places a hand on his hip and glares at Paletress, feeling cheated. "That's not fair! Look, we did the hard work of rescuing this guy, so we deserve our booze. I'll wake him up and ask him." Zimul unties the guy, then taps him once with his CLW wand. "Look. We've just gotten you out of your sticky situation, mostly in one piece. We deserve a reward. Several sacks of gold, and lots of booze would do the trick."
"Paletress, you seriously scare me when you go laughing and swearing like that. I like my intestines inside me, thank you." He looks at Paletress with a new light, and slightly green. Then looks at the sliced up body, "And remind me NEVER to piss you off," Zimul starts shuddering. "I wouldn't care for the results." "I need a really long drink to steady my nerves."Zimul declares, and he starts looking for....guess what? The nearest barrel of ale on the boat.
Oh sorry! I didn't know. Skip that part then.
Slumber hex is your friend! But later I have this: Vision of Madness (Sp): You can give a creature a vision of madness as a melee touch attack. Choose one of the following: attack rolls, saving throws, or skill checks. The target receives a bonus to the chosen rolls equal to ½ your cleric level (minimum +1) and a penalty to the other two types of rolls equal to ½ your cleric level (minimum –1). This effect fades after 3 rounds. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your wisdom bonus. Note its a melee touch attack, no save. At this point of time, it's only a -1 penalty. But it gets better with levels. If you really care for it, it can even be used to boost attack rolls at the expense of your saves, if you're willing to make that sacrifice.
BTW - I am NOT a save or s*ck caster. I won't have the wis to go that route, so I am happy to prepare a whole bunch of buffs/summons. Perhaps a little silence or two - if we're running into spellcasters that aren't using SLAs.
Blindness...My oh my, I like. That's hardcore =)
Zimul summons an earth elemental to beat the crap out of him.
He then moves up behind Paletress and heals her wounds.
Zimul begins to call in some outside help.
"Thanks!" Bacchus thanks her, "I think I'd worry more about Paletress, if I were you, though."
"Arrrghh he's got fangs!" Zimul screams like a little girl."Go get him, tiger!" He encourages Paletress as he walks up to her and gives her his last bit of luck.
Kunala, why not you deal with the wolf, I help Paletress and Baal with the brigands in the boat.
"Oh no, you're not!Look, I got to the last batch of booze before you did!" Zimul retorts. rounds
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