<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/25/1d/3c/251d3c760c13cc1f2e6f46b084579fe4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Baltharius (Balt) Cinderwrath</span><br/>Arcane Bomber (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=848394)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thorn & Talon, "The Chapel"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone in scene<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Flashy entry as possible, noisy for assassin<br/><hr/><br/><em>Before entering party</em><br/><br/>Deep beneath The Thorn & Talon, even underneath of underground labs where Triss works at, is another underground lab which had ten feet thick solid stone walls around it and various enchantments to muffle noise and build for endurance. As inside said lab worked so called 'wild card' of assassin guild; Baltharius Cinderwrath. He had worked hard for privilege of using said lab (which formerly was old security vaults of the guild) for his explosive experiments. Explosions which barely carry to Triss lab and none at all near to surface. Soft ripples where as inside the lab are ground shaking wonders!<br/><br/>Balt enjoys experimenting chemicals, see how make bigger, noisier and more destructive bombs! Just for this alone old vaults walls were reinforced so he can do what he wants in his spare time when not working in assignments. So distracted he was in his work, one the paper origami's send by<em>The Lady</em>was set on fire during one experiments when it had misfortune entering in the lab through air vent! Balt, while smoking from after burn of latest explosion, cackled as he witnessed fiery destruction in middle of his test area and says; "Yes, yes, yes! Just need add bit more sulfur and that will be...huh?" Balt then notices the poor crumbled origami which was scorched up, he knew whom sends these silly paper constructs so he cools embers in origami paper and using simple cantrip repair it much as he can, only manage read single sentence otherwise longer letter which was now ruined for good;<em>"..your late..."</em><br/><br/>Balt taps on his chin.....late from what? Then checking his book calendar from his robes....and then he snaps his fingers and say; "Of course! The ceremony! Need get going....oh, need freshen up bit." With another snap of fingers all dirt, grime and signs of being edge of fiery smokey explosion are gone from Balt's person and then with one his favorite incantations turns into fiery smokey and ash filled cloud and enters the air vent....<br/><br/><em>Entering party</em><br/><br/>Where everyone had been graceful, silent and unseen (one or more) upon entering the party....they saw there was something coming in through the air vents into party. Smoke, with brightly flashing cinders, ash and other burning smells coming from it as it creeps in, taking form of humanoid and then with fiery scorching sense of heat and light Balt appears from the smoke and he with wide grin loudly speaks;<strong>"Sorry that I am late to the party! Was occupied with experiment! Nice meet you all!"</strong>If you haven't worked with Balt, you very least had heard of him even outside the guild halls. He is wanted terrorist in several countries with several charges on 'murder and mayhem' sort scenarios. Including arson, destruction, blowing up temples and memorial statues and the like. So if measure success of assassin based on lack of notoriety or known as killer, Balt fails spectacularly at that part.<br/><br/>However oldest ploys in streets is with a bard performing music to enchant the crowd while guy or lass which blends among beggars comes in and empties their pockets. Balt serves that function very well; bring in grand scale distraction and everyone looking on him while true assassins get to work in shadows which are darker thanks bright flashes of light which blinds everyone to threat. However he is not elevated to elite for his performance from that field; but in art he is less known for. In art of illusions, deceptions and ploys which function like complex domino pieces where one piece falls, others falls in harmonious unison in place.<br/><br/>In his case being mad and genius is truly borderline case and hard to tell with him. None the less thanks his wanted status he does not go out much from his heavily anti-divination warded living quarters and his lab. So he eager fashion moves to the buffet table, with brief inspection and tasting little every offering on table he pouts and loudly exclaims;<strong>"C'mon, I expected <em>something</em> to be poisoned in here! Or is the old chef dead already?"</strong>After quick check on poisons with smell and taste he starts load up platter by himself, gently pushing aside with tail one scantily dressed neophytes to do it himself. Loading up with hot sauces and meats and then carry over to vacant table, taking seat and pouring all hottest sauces over the rich pork meats (so much sauce making said meats impossible to eat unless having natural heat resistance like tieflings do) and with toothy grin starting gnaw and chew into meats with gusto appetite! Sinking teeth right into bone and marrow!<br/><br/>As well educated man he was raised in streets and it showed in manner how he ate. His mentor never taught him out from the habits.