Recent content by Hexalan

Unfortunately, I have an exam this evening (and the next one), so at precisely 7:30 EST I will be struggling to invent a new method of solving differential equations. Next time for me, lads.

I'd like to play, though I'm not sure at the moment how that date falls between my finals.

"I want to participate in the Vault F4 Secret Santa Gift Exchange! I understand that by signing up for this event I am guaranteeing that I will buy a gift for whoever I am assigned. If I wish to back out of this fun, then I have to let VintagePC know BEFORE December 14th. I have associated my...

"So. There we have it. I'm sure you want to live, and you have something to offer for it, and we're willing to let you prove that. All we need is to ensure our safety. Any objections?" Idessa looks pointedly at the supine figure, one eyebrow cocked.

"Of course, that's time and effort for us, and you don't want that to happen, so we can discuss what you have to offer. You won't be keeping those knives, for the duration," Idessa gestures to his feet, "as long as anything else you've got hidden around. If you've proven your worth, you can have...

edit: basically, he doesn't know what i am or am not willing to do

!roll 1d20+5 #Sense Motive

Im saying he needs to prove his continued existence is worth anything to me before I let him be untied, standing up, not be a few inches from my halberd in his brain, etc.

"Here's the thing. We don't need you. We don't need 12 gold pieces. We found you here chained up, left for dead, which makes you out to be not very important. We don't really need anything you have to say. We could strip you, have a camel rape you, tie you to a crocodile and leave you in the...

"In the desert we learn not to take unnecessary chances. What were you doing here?"

"Attempt to rob you? I walked over here and the first thing you did was stab me." Idessa indignantly indicates, then changes tack. "If I asked a liar if he kept his promises, he'd say he did. I don't know you, I don't know if you've got a reputation for honor, how am I supposed to believe that...

"Why shouldn't I just kill you and take the gold? It wouldn't be too hard, just a little-" Idessa slides the blade of halberd across the man's face, then suddenly thrusts it a millimeter, "-twich, and you're gone. You'll have to make yourself more useful if you want your life."

I will be very surprised if something both are still awake, and mildly so if both are asleep.

"Well, that's rude." Idessa remarks, as one of the belligerent ruffians faints. The other one is threatened with the sharp end of a halberd to the face. "You're not going to get much done from down there, are you? Why don't we pretend to be civil?"

!roll 1d20+15 !roll 1d20+15