MysticModulus

Ezeran raises one eyebrown barely a quarter of an inch. "My kind? You have never met my kind..."

Ezeran suddenly smiles. "I've only met one, kind of an aquired taste to be honest. Are they common in your homeland?"

Awesome!

Ezeran and the symbionts laughs together. "I guess common courtesy isn't a cultural trait where you come from. It's a deal then!" Ezeran continues to ignore the stranger. Enjoying his mulled wine.

"Who's asking?"

Ezeran continues to feed the symbiont pork crisps while his stare seems to be elongated into space and time leaving the deft stranger and focusing somewhere else.

Ezeran returns the stare, while holding the stare the red glint in his eyes seems to intensify as red noxious wines appears from nowhere, growing slowly but surely over the sorcerers chair and from under the table. Small pale buds emerges from it stems suddenly erupting smoke and fire. The symbiont is laughing.

The door to the Hall opens with a slight and menacing creaking sound. Ezeran scans the hall looking for people he knows. His clothes are covered in soot and ashes, his smile seems even more determined than usual. There seems to be a red glint in his eyes, surely an illusion? The symbiont in his chest is sporting a vicious smile, acid saliva hitting the floor, leaving small burn marks as Ezeran is wandering towards his usual table. Something in his stride hints of change. He orders some mulled wine and sits down in a chair, feeding the symbiont crisps of pork belly.

Ezeran steps into the training room his eyes scanning the room as a deep laughter of demonical joy spreads through the room. The symbiont is ecstatic. Ezeran looks grim but determined. "You do understand that it will take time don't you?" He looks towards the symbiont in his chest. "I know my friend, the time will come but we must have patience. I fear it won't protect us forever so we need to be prepared. This city needs to be prepared, but it's to early for that now..." Sensing the Copper Fox entering the room Ezeran straightens up and smiles. "Fate is beckoning, and fair play won't be part of it. I need new strategies and tricks to make sure this realm is secure. I need to become a sorcerer!" After the training was finished the symbiont sported an even more vicious smile than before. The avatars of tricksters bear many names, this one being Ezeran Yavarr the sorcerer. Ezeran Yavarr (MysticModulus) 42 year old male human Sorcerer Level 15 *Immune to wood and fire* *Absorbs Darkness* *Enemies that hit Ezeran become slowed* Power Bonus: 0 (+2 spellpower) Defense: 3 Health: 23/23 Ether: 20/20 Gold: 38 Equipment: Ancient Sapphamber Staff (WP:8, doubled against Ancient enemies, Wind-elemental; staff), Sneezing Demon (SP:2; enemies that hit the wearer becomeslowed; immunity to wood and fire; suitable to Ezeran only; bodywear.),Hood of the Elementalist (SP:1, *Absorbs darkness*; headwear, suitable to anyone), Inventory: Emerald (Wood), Ruby (Fire), Scroll of Blindness, Remedy X2, Bedroll, Smoke Bomb, Pick Axe, Trickster’s Baubel (WP:6, each hit causes one random effect: stunned, poisoned by 1, asleep, blinded, sealed or confused; wand), Grand tonics X2, Potions X5, Smelling Salts, Nostrum, Level Up Mushroom, Etherium Pauldrons (SP:3, immune to sealed; backwear)

Some thoughts on #151. First, thanks for being a part of this quest! The investigation-part was a great roleplaying-challenge and I tried to make Ezeran believeable in that regard. It's a great move to get the party to work together outside of battle as well. I must admit I awaited som kind of twist to the story almost all the way to the final battle. But that must be me watching to many episodes of cheesy televised crime shows. I like the concept of the imps, Ezeran can relate to the them but even so I didn't feel an urge to delve deeper regarding the lore of them. Sigil came across as rather passive (which often is natural thing with in party NPC's) which sadly didn't leave that much of an impression. I believe that this quest suffered from serious lagging of tempo and inactivity at times. This sets off a spiral of shorter and shorter interactions which made the last half of the quest really being a waiting game. I do believe this is a responsibility that everyone share equally to take care to keep things going. #149 is a good example of how good it can be when everyone does. Regarding the other players: Ellaria - What can I say? That lady has some real grace! Great roleplaying of Sandy to the slighets detail. She really comes across as a chaotic good character with real emphaty! Goliath - The bickering between Ezeran and Goliath was really enjoyable and that was some good roleplaying on your part. The roleplaying kind of ebbs out when he becomes to polite and socially adept. With that being said I do respect your choice of letting him go since it makes for a lot of work to make it work in the end. Hunkan - Ezeran has a quiet respect for Hunkan which I do hope shows. I feel he became somewhat passive at times but subtle things (like how he reacted to Ezerans song) make him come alive. Petaldan - Our own boy wonder strikes again! Petaldan is always so much fun to be around because he is always great to bounce things off. You play him very well! Kid - Great as usual, when he acts he has agreat presence, but also a bit underplayed this quest. Finally: thanks a lot for having us!

" With those intruders fleeing Doctor Culas assembly and now the destruction of the imps home we could sure use some luck from here on..." Ezeran hang on to the words while dusting soot of his satchel. The lips of the sleeping symbiont formed words in a language unknown to most men as an afterthought.

Ezeran sighs and turns to Tyrfrix. "A victors night clad in soot, blood and ashes can never be a night in which to celebrate. I'm so sorry for your loss!" Ezeran then turns to Ellaria. "That was a close one my lady. These cultists are dangerous and I would like to ask for those pauldrons so that I can protect myself against their hate in the future. . The symbiont is fast asleep, seemingly dreaming of other realms.

"Sadly the automaton might be right, they have not been destroyed."

Ezeran looks around panting and covered in soot. The symbiont seems in a good mood though, its tounge licking its lips as a gesture of winning. "Ellaria has set the record straight. These cultists are a dangerous breed. I feel truly sorry for all of the imps."

OoC: welcome back! No dividing of loot?

I'm also glad Ezeran got to be a part of #142. It was great!

Seeing his comrades succumb to the flames Ezeran try to keep his cool and finish the battle. "There will be an end to this madness very soon..." Ezeran equips his Trickster’s Baubel and attacks the Crimson Crown Chemist Mob C

Although I haven't been onboard for mor than a year I was (and am) truly impressed by this community and the game. I haven't enjoyed rpg much since my tabletop-days (and PC-wise since Baldur's Gate II to be frank). It is an impressive feat to have created the foundation for all this and to have the stamina yo manage it for all these years. You seem to be in possession of some powerful "sisu" . Many thanks and good luck to you in all the new projects you undoubtly will be starting!

"For people that are adverse to magic they sure like to dabble a bit much with dangerous elements... You are doing excellent with that shield, did your father have you training as soon as you left your mothers womb?" Ezeran smiles at the boy wonder.

Ezeran repeats

OoC: No problems! Hope everything is okay! Real life always has the highest priority!

Ezeran casts a fire spell at Crimson Crown Chemist Mob C

OoC: Ezeran should have 15 ether.

Ezeran casts a fire spell at Crimson Crown Chemist Mob C

The symbionts tongue is hanging almost limp as Ezeran extends a trembling hand to his satchel to retrieve some aid. He drinks a grand tonic eagerly gulping its contents down.