You guys also left the Harbringer to conduct interviews. It has many virtues but the giant wildfire and Valyrian steel golem is not exactly subtle.
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You guys also left the Harbringer to conduct interviews. It has many virtues but the giant wildfire and Valyrian steel golem is not exactly subtle.
They know we've been looking, not what we've found or when we found it. Even when burning the web you want to keep its members in the dark; that's what keeps them from running long enough to catch them. In this case we're going to drag this guy in, then run divinations for a while.
If Yemri's people don't have good divination support they'll still have watchers and panic at the arrest. If they do have good divination supper they'll notice he's surrounded by mindblanked people when they try to see what's going on. In the second case we can't hide his arrest from the whole web, in the second we might be able to.
If we move fast enough it probably won't matter, but if we trigger a clean up crew and then wait a half hour to act we may be left with no real evidence of what's going on.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Even if we slapped a mustache and fedora on him?
ryuan
From Zero to Hero!
Only of we actually do thatEven if we slapped a mustache and fedora on him?
- Location
- mexico
[X] Egoo
Hmm... pretty close vote. Should I do an interlude?
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Interludes are always appreciated.
Maybe something from Teana? We haven't seen anything from her in a while. How's she progressing toward a level up, BTW? She participated in the last Efreeti raid, and didn't we bring her with us to some sort of combat last month, too?
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
Still no inspiration for how would an episode of the "Scholarum-series" would look on mirrorvision?
It's not so much that I do not have an inspiration for stuff like that as that I started the CoB thread and would like to handle it in as close to a linear manner as posibile for ease of reading.
Anyway more votes are appreciated. It's been a while since we had a contested vote and discussion on tactics is nice to see.
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- ?????????
[X] Egoo
[X] zxzx24
I'm thinking that both of these approaches are going to trigger a cleaning crew, so we might as well pick the one that sees this guy facing justice instead of whatever Yemri would do.
...You know, given all this fey shit, maybe we should invest in that cold iron spike spell.
I'm thinking that both of these approaches are going to trigger a cleaning crew, so we might as well pick the one that sees this guy facing justice instead of whatever Yemri would do.
...You know, given all this fey shit, maybe we should invest in that cold iron spike spell.
- Location
- Greece
Behold, A selective Fey exterminator that leaves everything else untouched - can cast in the middle of a city with no repercussions. Think someone suggested it before, too? Nice and low level.
- Location
- Chicago
[X] egoo
Interlude DLXXX: Masks of Smoke and Ash
Masks of Smoke and Ash
Fourteenth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Maelor was sick of walking the same damn streets for the third day in a row. His eyes hurt from being out in the furnace-light of the City of Brass and the heavy black veils he wore as extra layers to protect his true face itched again from the dust kicked up by the damn iron oxen carts thundering down Widow's Wynd to the the war-forges beyond Bab Al Baquarra, the Great Gate of the Upper City. Maybe all the giants about had spooked the Ash Bloods, the young sorcerer allowed. He would sure as hell not want to try to run scams and sneak-about with man-eating giants about and looking for bones to gnaw on, but he knew that for folk living off their wits and knives it wasn't about when you wanted to do a job but when you needed it. Rumbling bellies were the trumpets by which most thieves and thugs marched to.
This time the lead had to be good, the boy thought while pushing aside the door to the Honeyed Cup, one of the more respectable smoke dens in this part of the city. It would take a show of real brass to keep a table here, hopefully a mark that the Ash Bloods were ready to do more than nibble at all the lures he's been setting up.
The creak of the door faded into silence as those inside, from the bristle-bearded tavern-keeper to the kitchen brats running across the clay floor to deliver drinks, smokes and carry off leftovers to scarf off of, continued with their actions. Maelor walked on, seemingly paying no heed to the gawkers. He had expected them, after all. The gem-bright eyes of an oread looked out through the veils, having chosen his glamoured form to draw the eye a little the better to keep any sharp-eyed watchers focused on the mask and not the truth behind it.
A chair creaked at the back of the common room, a man without any trace of otherworldly heritage and whose features would not have looked out of place in the ports of Essos waved him over. He was dressed in a leather coat that looked sturdy enough to turn aside a blade and enchanted to do an even better job of it than first appeared, worn over a patchwork of plain earthy tones that was only just starting to grow threadbare at the edges with a bright green scarf tied under his chin. One hand went almost idly to the hilt of the light sword at his side, but Maelor was not fooled. The gesture read of the confidence of long practice, not carelessness, and the bright white smile he offered had about as much honest cheer as a shark.
"So then, you are the foreign trader looking for... guides?" he asked, weighing the last word as though it had an anchor tied to it. "I am Sariq Sakino."
Sariq the Knife, Maelor translated mentally. A smooth enough fellow, but not used to the part he's playing, Maelor concluded, silently refusing a bowl of unknown chewing leaves. Not the boss of the crew he suspected since while he or she was rumored to also be a 'thin-blood', he or she was also supposed to be a fire mage and this man didn't move like a sorcerer, not even Valaena's kind of sorcerer that did as much stabbing as they did spell-weaving. "Correct, I seek guides who do not fear high ledges or dark tunnels in finding their way," he replied in the way of the local thieves' cant. Someone who can sneak well, but kill quietly too if it came to it, as it would be in plain speaking.
"Are you sure you need a guide?" the Ash Blood asked warily. "You seem to have adapted quite well to the ways of the Middle City."
"I have eyes to see and ears to hear, do I not?" Maelor shrugged. "I have hands to put to turning the wheel of life..." Dropping his voice lower he added. "Or ending it for my foes."
"And what wheels would you see spinning its last turn?" Sariq asked just as softly. "What price the deed?"
"A trader in misery who is known to you, soon to be paid back in the same coin, the one who calls himself the Fakir of Fortune," Maelor replied. "I am willing to grant all his goods save those of special interest to me, and for those I will pay half again what a good haggler might get for them in the bazaar, paid in good brass."
"A fine deal to cut, but brass after battle might get lost, float down the gutter on the blood of the slain..." Sariq trailed off.
"Eight-hundred seals to case the shop," Maelor cut him off. "Depending on what you come back with we will see about the rest of the job. Oh... and I would like to keep the corpses if we get that far."
For the first time since he had met the envoy of the Ash Bloods his smile faltered, though only for a moment. "But of course, honored trader."
OOC: I hope all the build up does not feel drawn out. I'm trying to use it to flesh out the City of Brass organically.
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Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Masks Smoke and Ash
Fourteenth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Maelor was sick of walking the same damn streets for the third day in a row. His eyes hurt from being out in the furnace-light of the City of Brass and the havy black veils he wore as an extra layer to protect his true face itched again from the dust kicked up by the damn iron oxen carts thundering down Widow's Wynd to the the war-forges beyond Bab Al Baquarra, the Great Gate of the upper city. Maybe all the giants about had spooked the Ash Bloods, the young sorcerer allowed. He would sure as hell not want to try to run scams and sneak-abouts with man-eating giants about and looking for a bone to gnaw, but he knew that for folk living off their wits and knives it wasn't about when you wanted to do a job but when you needed it. Rumbling bellies were the trumpets by which most thieves and thugs marched.
This time the lead had to be good, the boy thought, pushing aside the door to the Honeyed Cup, one of the more respectable smoke dens in this part of the city. It would take a show of real brass to keep a table here, hopefully a mark that the Bloods were ready to do more than nibble at all the lures he'd been setting up.
The creak of the door faded into silence as those inside, from the bristle-bearded tavern-keeper to the kitchen brats running across the clay floor to deliver drinks or smokes, and to carry off leftovers to scarf off. Maelor walked on seemingly paying no heed to the gawkers. He had expected them, after all. The gem bright eyes of an oread looked out through the veils, having chosen his glamored form to draw the eye a little the better to keep any sharp-eyed watchers focused on the mask and not the truth behind it.
A chair creaked at the back of the common room, a man without any trace of otherworldly heritage whose features would not have looked out of place in the ports of Essos waved him over. He was dressed in a leather coat that looked sturdy enough to turn a blade and enchanted to do an even better job of it than first appeared worn over a patchwork of plain earthy tones that was only just starting to grow threadbare at the edges with a bright green scarf tied under his chin. One hand went almost idly to the hilt of the light sword at his side, but Maelor was not fooled. The gesture spoke of the confidence of long practice, not carelessness, and the bright white smile the offered had about as much honest cheer as a shark.
"So then, you are the foreign trader looking for...guides?" he asked, weighing the last word as though it had an anchor tied to it. "I am Sariq Sakino."
Sariq the knife, Maelor translated mentally. A smooth enough fellow, but not used to the part he's playing, he concluded silently refusing a bowl of unknown chewing leaves. Not the boss of the crew, he suspected, since while he or she was rumored to be a 'thin-blood' they were also supposed to be a fire mage and this man didn't move like a sorcerer, not even Valaena's kind of sorcerer that did as much stabbing as they did spell-weaving. "Correct, I seek guides who do not fear high ledges or dark tunnels in finding their way," he replied in the way of the local thieves' cant. Someone who can sneak well, but kill quietly if it came to it, as it would be in plain speaking.
"Are you sure you need a guide?" the Ash Blood asked warily. "You seem to have adapted quite well to the ways of the Middle City."
"I have eyes to see and ears to hear, do I not?" Maelor shrugged. "I have hands to put to turning the wheel of life..." Dorpping his voice lower he added. "Or ending it for my foes."
"And what heels would you see spinning its last turn?" Sariq asked just as softly. "What price the deed."
"A trader in misery who is known to you, soon to be paid back in the same coin, the one who called himself the Fakir of Fortune." Maelor replied. "I am willing to grant all his goods save those of special interest to me and for those I will pay half again what a good haggler might get for them in the bazaar, paid in good brass."
"A fine deal to cut, but brass after battle might get lost floating down the gutter on the blood of the slain..." Sariq trailed off.
"Eight hundred seals to case the shop," Maelor cut him off. "Depending on what you come back with, we will see about the rest of the job. Oh... and I would like to keep the corpses if we get that far."
For the first time since he had met the envoy of the Bloods, his smile faltered, though only for a moment. "But of course, honored trader."
OOC: I hope all the build up does not feel drawn out. I'm trying to use it to flesh out the City of Brass organically.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
This is perfect, @DragonParadox. It's a great opportunity for Maelor to make some useful contacts among the City of Brass' criminal underworld.
- Location
- Greece
Ah, yes, contracted assassination. What a neat way to spend money and not time, while getting ingratiated with the local underground! This one seems either moderately wealthy or has the ready services of a mage - considering such is not burning into cinders. Probably both.
RE: Level ups, everyone is following their prestige classes, yes? No need for deviation on that front. Just need to pick spells/feats.
RE: Level ups, everyone is following their prestige classes, yes? No need for deviation on that front. Just need to pick spells/feats.
- Location
- United States
I've been eyeing Black Tentacles for Relath. He gets spells of the Fourth Circle with this level.
- Location
- florida
Could i update my plan in someway to be more appealing? I don't particularly mind leaving him out in the cold, so long as we actually take steps to set a trap for the cleaning crew that is likely to show up.
Just grabbing some hairs off him is... Basically doing nothing. Which is a huge waste.
Just grabbing some hairs off him is... Basically doing nothing. Which is a huge waste.
- Location
- France
Doesn't he already have Entangling Exhalation on his breath?
I would suggest giving him Voice of the Dragon (social buff, Suggestion) or Heart of Earth (extra HP, DR). Maybe Greater Blink (good action economy, good defense - especially against ranged fire).
I'm also a fan of Ruin Delver's Fortune, to avoid dying to a failed save. He's otherwise very tough, after all!
As a small bit of background lore that might be of interest to any omake witters, I'm using Assyrian names (and Assyrian words) for Genie names. I had this idea of using different Mesopotamian languages for the four elemental kindreds (to show that they are related but apart) but Assyrian is the only one I found a proper online dictionary of so I'm just going with that across the board.