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"Sad to report there were no magical sandwich makers in the included inventory, though I did find a recipe for a roasted tyrannical pheasant with calypso fig spread sandwich that I really do want to try." "Oh yes, the hag. Said something about thee of her kids making a ruckus. And escaping to another realm. And more to come, yeah? She sounded a bit miffed. Now she could probably use a good sandwich! I get a little cranky myself when I get hungry."
Maram tweaked his mirror and the copy of him vanished and reappeared behind the hag, just as Loompecker fell to the ground. Concentrating on what he knew of hags and their ilk, Maram brandished a cold iron nail in his off hand, and made a swing with his falcata. While he was too far away to hurt the hag himself, his mirror image swung with him, cutting into the creature.
Maram eyed the breastplate lustfully, It was definitely better than the one he was wearing, he could tell jus tby the looks. And it was enameled blue. Maram liked blue, it was the color of arcana. "Does anyone mind if I swap my armor out for that one? It's awfully pretty." Maram gave the puppy dog eyes to anyone who looked like they might object. Once he struggled out of his old armor and into the new, and re-hung all his belts and pouches, Maram ambled over to the shelves of scrolls and such with Guiseppino and began poking through the items there, looking for something useful. Or at least interesting.
Maram jumped back as the rats began pouring out of the stone floor, saying "Rats! Why'd it have to be rats?" The shoony's lip twitched upwards in a snarls as he fought this natural instincts. He did his beast to think about how to handle giant rats like these, and to pass that info along to his companions. He tilted the mirror in his right hand and aimed the flashes towards the rats as he flipped though his esoterica.
Maram charged into the fray, chopping with his khopesh at the nearest rat's head.
"Thank you, Rain, these should help." Maram tossed back a few of the potions, and then took a swig of his flask to get the taste out of his mouth. Those low-end healing potions always taked like bitter chalk to him.
"Now, I wonder what kept you from leaving. Can you show me? Perhaps one of my gewgaws could help. I have had lots of success breaking curses and dispelling haunts with them. you only have to find the right one. That's why I keep so many with me, you see." Maram patted all his pockets and pouches filled with bits of string, holed acorns, and that one five leaf clover he found that now only has three of its original leaves left.
Maram winced as the shadow stabbed him, trying to recall what type of thing it was any any weaknesses it might have. Rummaging through the holy symbols on his necklace, Maram chanted a number of mantras, prayers, and rites, trying to drive off the creature. Then, when he was out of those, he slashed low at the shadow's legs.
Heya Bakunawan, looks like you might have gotten your attack modifiers mixed up. If you look on the map, you are about 20' from the nearest creature, so you can Stride over to it and stab it with your drawn rapier. You have a +7 to hit with that bad boy, instead of a +3 like you rolled. I don't know if that will make a difference (14 vs 10), but it might! Also, help your GM out and move your token on the map if you can, or at least say where you are moving to. In PBP, especially, it helps to be specific!
Maram is startled from his inspection of the gem by Rain's shouts, and he spun, drawing his khopesh. He studied the shadow creature, trying to determine what manner of creature it was. The flickering shadows and the ill light of the Vault kept him from recognizing anything other than "shadow creature", though. He moved up to support Jaariko.
"Wizard? No I am a thaumaturge, master of the occult. If there's something haunted or spooky, I'm your guy. See this strip of cann-tree bark? I once used this and a chant I found in an old book to scare off a possessed rabbit. Terrifying thing it was, too." The shoony turned to Bakunawan. "Why don't we go check out that pile of treasure in the middle of the room? I bet there's all kinds of magical and cursed objects in that lot." Maram led the way and started sorting through things that looked magical, versus things that just looked expensive. "Hey, check this out! A rhomboid turquoise! I heard you can use of these to prevent chocking on a fishbone. Not sure how, though. Do you swallow it and it grabs the bone? Or maybe..." Maram trailed off as he tilted his head back and forth looking at the stone.
"Oh hey, Rain! Good to see you again. Those swamps outside of Cassomir were amazing, weren't they? Indeed, I got sent into one ruin as a training mission that was practically made for my talents. There was a creepy mask that scared everyone, but I used a twist of wire and some skoyberries to rob it of its powers. And then there was a haunt, a group of dead miners or something, and all they wanted was a drink and a moment's pleasant conversation. It was..." Maram broke off as Zarta interrupted. It was clear he was as happy to go on as Rain, but work intruded. He was especially interested in the talking skull when Rain revealed it. And unidentified magic items? He was in heaven. One of them anyways. He gently brushed his charm necklace and wondered which one he should thank for this opportunity. "Yeah. If we find anything really useful, can we? Use it, I mean? I don't mean activating a ritual that will end the world or anything, but if there's a nice magical sandwich maker, I could really do with a bite, you know?"
"My name's Maram. Here, have a drink." Maram is a medium-sized hairy shoony, looking like a humanoid chow-chow. His longish brown hair poofed out in all directions, his eyes were dark and half-hidden under folds of skin and hair, and his tongue had a dark purple color when it flopped out of his mouth as he smiled. Maram wore a brigantine - plates of steel riveted together and covered with blue and red felting - and numerous bandoliers, pouches, and belts, all stuffed with gewgaws, thingamajigs, and twists of dead plants. Around his neck he wore a necklace with the holy symbols of at least a dozen major religions and several minor ones. He held out a stein that he had unclipped from his belt, taking a heavy draught from it and leaving flecks of foam on his muzzle. "Try a sip, I promise it'll be exactly what you need." Try a drink?: Maram wasn't kidding. Whatever magic the stein held, you could taste your favorite drink in the world.
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