Ilverae Parastric

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12 posts. Alias of Viluki.


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"Of course I am still here, this is my office!"


Question GM what kind of underground blackmarket does the US have? As while he may want to be a detective of some sorts Zov Vrinn also has no problem being a professional criminal either. Defying the government is perfectly natural to him.


Fun, Fun:

As the new guests come into the library Zov speaks, sit down and have a cig, you all need one.


Books and fun:

sense motive1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

So I gotta work eh?

Alright but I need to hear what your wanting done first before I name a price tag, that seven shot beauty ain't cheap...


Book fun:

Zov notes the pencil falling from Taicho and grins mischievously like he knows what Taicho is thinking...

bluff1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

http://www.d20pfsrd.com/equipment---final/weapons/firearms/modern-firearms, going for the revolver to be precise. Since it's from WW1 I figure a few might be in the US in the 60s, rare for sure but not unheard of.


Book fun:

If she will donate a few bucks to the "Nagant M1895" fund sure.


Book fun:

As you wish but by Calistra it looks like you need to get laid...


Still fun:

Ah but where are my manners my good tiefling want a cig?


Fun, FUN:

Oi! This particular fine work of literature was imported from New York City! Oh alright I admit this isn't my office, I do share it with Watson after all...

[ooc]"Watson" is the big (sleeping) lump to the right of the recliner, on closer inspection he is actually an extraordinarily large and muscular half orc and may be the reason why the librarian surrendered this part of the library to Zov...[/ooc


Fun for all:

Zov, reclining on his glorious throne looked up from the most recent penny dreadful he had acquired. Taking his third cigarette of the day from his mouth Zov speaks in a jovial yet subtly manic voice.

Hiding in my own office?


Do you dare enter the court of Zov? Note that the court lurks somewhere in the reaches of the library or in an abandoned classroom...

The Court:

Reclining on an old, beaten up leather recliner you spot a Drow. Scattered about him lie penny dreadfuls, emptied cigarette packs and the occasional sycophant: This you surmise is the Court of Zov, legendary rumormonger and (to the lower class students at any rate) sage and perhaps "king"...


Ready and Able GM do you want me to go in right now?