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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cristian Andreu" data-source="post: 6268503" data-attributes="member: 23822">Part XIX: A Time for Friends and a Time for Fisticuffs“No, no way I’m going to agree with that” Rakhim wasn’t too pleased to see the adorable thing Hassan had just kidnapped “It’s a kid!”“What? When did you grow a conscience? Where was it when we began incarcerating people for getting a bad haircut so they could work in our salt mines? Or when we sent an aboleth insanity-fishing into the wrong side of reality so we could fill them with nightmares that would make you pee through your ears? Eh?” Hassan was both shocked and moderately offended by Rakhim's reaction. "Have you even considered how much gold this kid is worth right now?".Rakhim was in a difficult spot. On one hand, he was supposed to be a monk, and at some point in his life before the STC, he could even say he had a code of morals and ethics; he remembered being a good guy. And even though he knew he had foregone most of that life in exchange for money, apparently it had been so gradual that the sudden realisation that there was a line he wasn't able to cross hit him hard enough to leave him without an answer.On the back, Valanar was smiling “No, I know what is really going on…” He walked closer “This reminds him of the child his very own elven mistress is carrying as we speak, doesn’t it?” The priest had been waiting a long time to take advantage of the romance in order to try and break Rakhim's composture, but the whole salt venture had left those mind-games in the backburner. The whole self-perfection thing about monks really irked Valanar as pretentious, but more than anything it had turned into some sort of personal challenge of his “He cannot stop thinking that this could be his… that little brown, pointy eared halfbreed, the son of an incontinent excuse for a monk and a priestess with no control of her loins, a harlot in the guise of a saint, a…”He was interrupted by Rakhim, who wielded a very convincing argument composed entirely of Flurry of Blows.Shock! Conflict! Rakhim decided that he was not taking part of this anymore and goes away. Jack, who had been getting doubts about it himself, eventually followed suit. Vorgok... well, Vorgok just smoked his cigar.“Should we stop him?” Asked Hassan.All bruised, Valanar stands up “No need to. In fact, this might be exactly what I needed. This, Falbala's baby... everything so far is exactly what I needed. All that's missing now is a....” At the table, the player behind Valanar asks me if during the short fight he got any blood from Rakhim on him, to which I answer positively (he did fight back a bit, and he always has sharp blades under his scarf that could have cut him a bit. That’s his favoured priest weapon, by the way, a Bladed Scarf. Don’t ask me, ask Paizo). Valanar grinned like he had never grinned before. "My roguish friend, do you remember about our encounter with the flesh-eaters so many moons ago? I think you are going to like what I have been brewing""What? Have you been keeping secrets from me and the rest of the party?" Hassan was baffled. Hassan's player, not so much. When it comes to Valanar's player, we have learned to expect secrets being kept from everyone (including the DM. Perhaps specially the DM).</blockquote>

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