Absalom Abberations - A Pathfinder Society Tale

Game Master Brian Minhinnick

Roll 20 Campaign


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AC 38 T 12 FF 35 (+1 v evil outsiders, +2 when pro evil) | HP 124/124 | F +15 R +10 W +14 ( +2 sacred v spells & abilities from evil sources; +2 morale v mind-affecting spells & abilities) | resist acid, cold, electric 5 | CMD 46 (48 vs evil) | Init +4 | Perc +23 | reach 10’, 4 AoO/round | active buffs: Silver Crane Stance (pro evil + holy on sword), Gladiator's Presence (allies within 30’ get +6 to CMB and CMD), Rallying Presence (allies within 30’ get +6 to Will vs fear, death, compulsion)

Gianluca looks at her with sympathy and warmth. "Cladissa. I'm so sorry those demons tortured you, and left you with a form you loathe. Still, your heart is Good. You know that, right? A Paladin being attracted to you is no more an evil act than loving the high priest of Desna.

"I'm not concerned who's tempted by you...but I worry that you fight your own desires so strongly. Many in this world seem to conspire against your happiness. Please, don't unwittingly make yourself their ally. Persue that which will bring you joyful abandon, whereever you might find it!"

Seeing that she's not making eye contact, he risk reaching out to brush her check with a finger, gently.


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Cladissa flinches from the touch at first, but since he knows what's under the illusion she quickly relents to the gentle caress. She lets his finger stroke her cheek for a few minutes, the soothing touch calming her nerves considerably.

Her thoughts finally settle, and she looks up. "On the bright side, we found out that my father rescued Sabrina's father years ago, back in Galt. So last night wasn't all bad."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

"Cladissa, you didn't 'tempt' him anymore than Elena tempts us," Sabrina Left remarks quietly. Realizing that Cladissa has absolutely no context who Elena is, she explains, "Elena is that Tiefling we mentioned earlier. We believe she's descended from a demon, and given her looks, probably a succubus. While being easy on the eyes helps (and that's completely natural in relationships), we fell for her charming personality and cute demeanor. Regardless of whatever her ancestors did, Elena has devoted her life to Shelyn. Similarly, Sir Preston most admired your character and your actions, not your appearance."

Given her friend's transition into the subject, Sabrina Right adds with a sigh, "...Dad passed away about a week ago. You know the story between him and us, Gianluca."


Argor Constantine wrote:

"Tea, at this hour. And yes, this is an unexpected visit on my part. When will the Lady return?" Argor says as he and Rutai take in the room.

[dice=Perception]1d20 + 10
[dice=Sense Motive]1d20 + 8
Just in case...
[dice=Rutai Perception]1d20 + 13
[dice=Rutai Sense Motive]1d20 + 13

"I am uncertain, sir. She has been taking long rides of late. She's always back in time for dinner though. I hesitate tae overstep...but I must ask, is everything okay with the mistress? She normally only comes here when something is troubling her. She used tae come here every summer as a girl. Riding the horses eases her mind...least that's what I reckon..." The old dwarf goes about setting a kettle on the pot-bellied iron stove, stoking the coals within. Neither Argor or Rutai spot anything out of place for a rustic ranch house, and the dwarf seems to be acting genuinely.


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

Argor finds the most comfortable looking seat and helps himself to it. "That is precisely the reason for my visit, Mr. Angus. I hope to put her premarital concerns to rest."


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast.

Cladissa stirs from Gianluca's touch and pulls away. She pushes away her plate and stands up, shaking her head. "No. Gianluca, no. I'm not giving in. This isn't me, and these desires aren't mine."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast.

Still kneeling, Sabrina offers Cladissa some advice.

"Sir Preston treated you very well, and he's a very handsome man. Many women would love for someone like him to escort them to a wedding. While the serum might be... augmenting them, I think these feelings that you're feeling are perfectly nature to feel, Cladissa," says Sabrina Right gently. "Just an observation, but you seem... a bit unfamiliar with romantic relationships. Perhaps you're just unused to these feelings?"

One of Sabrina's heads can't help but let her eyes drift between Gianluca and Nyugelle.

"...For example, you seem to be very at peace when Handsome Honey here comforts you. That's perfectly nature Classy. We love it when Gianluca shows us sympathy and warmth!" explains Sabrina Left. At the thought, she smiles and (somehow) utters a soft purr.


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast

Cladissa shudders and backs away, holding her arms across her chest. She doesn't stop until her back thumps against the wall. She sighs and relents. "Okay, yes, I'm not really experienced in romance. I just-- I want to do it right and I don't know how to even start. And besides," she says, hanging her head and letting her hair fall in front of her face. "I've kept myself pure. I thought that was a good thing."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast

"If you ask us,'right' is mostly a personal definition; it's what you're most comfortable with. From some people and cultures, courtship and what it entails are good things," Sabrina agrees with a small smile. "For instance, our parents had a fairly 'traditional' relationship that involved a courtship."

She wants to say more specifically about last night, but part of Sabrina feels like mentioning anything about Sir Preston to Cladissa would be like kicking a puppy.

"We heard on the grapevine that Hrim suggested looking more into Shelyn. Her followers might be able to help you with starting out. Arshea's religion also covers similar matters, though we'll admit that their ideals can seem a little... strong for some individuals. That being said, Handsome Honey here has helped us navigate topics."

Both Sabrina heads (somehow) smile fondly at Gianluca.


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast

When Sabrina mentions her parents' courtship, she smiles. "That's sweet." Then wistfully, she thinks about a human and elf's brief time together. "Was that hard for them? Sometimes families can be... not very understanding. My mother married far below her station when she married my dad. She doesn't talk much about my grandparents."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast

"It was difficult, but family surprisingly wasn't a problem," Sabrina replies. "Thanks to Galtan politics, Dad didn't have any family to question him. Meanwhile, Mom's entire extended family is hilariously chill regarding race. For reference, two of our four Elven uncles are married to Half-Elves, and we have more Halfie cousins than the average word count of an Argorian paragraph."

Both Sabrina heads barely manage to suppress a snicker.

"We think time has been the biggest complication for our family. For Dad, every year counted. Setsuna and us have literally wasted entire years without accomplishing anything important. Mom? She could spend a decade doing nothing and probably has," explains Sabrina Left.

("Seriously, Elves have that kind of time! I mean, really, her Grandpa Rileon was around for over five hundred years!" Sabrina Right comments as an aside to Handsome Honey and Nyuggy.)

"That said, if you ask us, thirty-two years together is still amazing," Sabrina Left finishes as she rolls her eyes at her sister head's antics. "It's perfectly natural to desire for that kind of love and romance, Cladissa. Truth be told, we're still looking for someone who could stand us for that long."


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Verde Heights, Day 6 breakfast

Cladissa listens to Sabrina with a soft smile as the two-headed druid describe her family situation. While it would be easy to be jealous of the elven lifespan, she didn't want to even think about extending her adolescence for another decade or two.

Instead, she folds her arms and rubs her chin while watching Sabrina interact with herself. She wasn't sure if each head was developing its own personality, but having two heads was clearly having an effect on how Sabrina was behaving. She had already begun referring to herself in the plural and now each head was responding to the other. Cladissa debates with herself about sharing her observations, and then realizes the irony -- everyone has competing voices in their head -- Sabrina simply was now able to voice them separately. Perhaps if the heads began exhibiting different personality traits...

Cladissa's musings are thrown off track when one of Sabrina's heads again leers at Gianluca. She wonders at her affection and continued attraction for the honey-colored warlord. She wonders how the druid does not get jealous of his relationship with Nyug. Or how Gianluca could first accept Nyugusk, then Nyugelle, and then flirt with her while the reincarnated woman is practically sitting on his lap. It was all just so natural to them, like if she wasn't there they may just tear each other's clothes off and--

Cladissa closes her eyes and rubs her temples, trying to force away the unbidden images and disturbing feelings they caused. "Maybe I should just... go. Let you finish breakfast," she says, keeping her eyes pointed down at her feet.

She slips out of the dining hall and navigates through the estate until she arrives at the courtyard. Thinking sadly about Sir Preston, she goes over to the spot where she dropped the brooch he gave her as a token of courtship.

It was gone.

A steady feeling of panic started to rise as she dropped down to the ground and started pawing at the earth and manicured grass, looking for some sign in the trampled fronds. "Oh, gods! It's gone! Where is it!?! Oh no! Oh no!"

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

"...Our Cladissa sense is tingling!" suddenly says Sabrina Left as she stands and glances toward the courtyard..

("The open window helps," Sabrina Right adds as an aside to Gianluca and Nyugelle.)

After borrowing Gianluca's belt for a few seconds to jam herself through an entrance way without punching a hole in the surrounding wall, Sabrina sees her friend frantically digging through the dirt. Being a wise gal, she immediately realizes that Cladissa is searching for.

"Classy! It's alright! It's alright!" both sister heads say as they fumble through their tiny backpack. After a few frustrating seconds, they pull out the brooch and display it to their friend. They explain slowly and gently, "It was with us. Since it meant so much to Sir Preston, we didn't want something to happen to it. We planned to return it to him later today."


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Cladissa lunges at the brooch like it was water and she dying of thirst. She clutches it to her breast for a few moments while the panic subsides and her breathing slows down.

"Th-- thank you," she finally says. Then she slumps down and stares at it, completely disconcerted at the surge of panic she felt when she thought it'd been lost. "I... I don't know why I panicked like that. I mean, I just need to give it back, right? It's not like he'll-- he'll want--"

A moment passes where Cladissa chokes back a sob, but then she replaces it with anger. "Stop it, you stupid girl!" she shouts at herself, rising from the dirt. "I've cried enough." She then affixes the brooch to her dress directly over her heart. "I still need a date for Argor's wedding, and if Sir Preston has any honor in him, he'll go with me. Then I can give him this stupid thing back." She looks up at Sabrina, jaw set, but still with a plea for approval in her tear-stained eyes.

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Both Sabrinas nod slowly.

"He did leave it with you last night. If you ask us, that's... telling. In a good way! Despite his history with... fiends, he did not outright dismiss anything when he saw your actual appearance. He did accept us after all! We just think that he just needs time to... process what he learned," remarks Sabrina Left with a soft smile.

::That said, if he sincerely asks for it back, in our opinion, the right thing to do is to give it to him:: adds Sabrina Right carefully. ::It seemed very meaningful and important to him; that's why we intended to return it::

She figures that Cladissa probably wants a full backing of her zany plan, but whatever recently dug itself out of the shallow grave Sabrina once called her heart feels that the witch also needs to be reminded that personal desire is best when it does not hurt anyone else.

A lesson that took Sabrina many years and mistakes to fully grasp.


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Cladissa traces her fingers along the brooch's design sadly. "Yeah," she agrees reluctantly. "I should go, get cleaned up. Or have a hot bath. A really hot bath. They're almost as nice as a good brushing."

She looks sadly at the illusion of the patterned fur covering her arms. It shimmers for a moment and fades, revealing the creamy smooth skin of her current form. "You could be right, but I'm not really feeling like getting my hopes up. Look at this! I hate it, but why do I want him to like it?"

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

"We think it's that you want Sir Preston to like you," says Sabrina Left sagely. "You want him to like Cladissa Velorryan as a person. However, you dislike what gave you your current appearance, which is perfectly reasonable. Also, while the... current configuration of the serum might be affecting your feelings, it could be related to how Argor is getting married. From all the work he's putting into it, it sounds like it'll be something out of a fairytale."

Sabrina Right sighs heavily and looks at her sister for approval to speak. She nods in agreement.

"We must confess that we find it... interesting that you even want to attend Argor's wedding. We are heavily considering not attending. Not an overt refusal; he seems like the sort to take such a thing as a slight against him. However, perhaps 'something we ate' will disagree with us that day, or we will 'fall down some stairs' or something. We don't see the point of going. He thinks very little of us. Our company means nothing to him and would not be missed."


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Cladissa looks genuinely shocked. "Why would I not want to attend his wedding? I've known him since before the injection. And I'm sure you mean something to him. I mean, I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a reason to dislike you. Has something happened?" Cladissa's smoldering eyes are full of concern, and she fingers the brooch nervously.

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

"It was not what Gianluca said about his nature; it was more... how he spoke to us when we sought his help recently; while probably justified for that one moment, it was absolutely dismissive of us and you," says Sabrina with a shrug. "...Do you not despise him? During our conversation, he described himself as 'the one person of the group she holds the most resentment for' or something. We can understand gratitude for letting us stay under his room, but..."

She decides not to mention anything like the Dinner. By this point, she knows that Cladissa knows she knows. Plus the witch is smart enough to read between the lines.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Cladissa looks sick at Sabrina's revelation. She moves over to a ornate bench and sits, pinching her brow. "Dammit."

She looks up at the druid. "I don't despise him. Is he frustrating? Infuriating? Gods yes. But I don't hate him. I'm scared for him. He's on a very destructive path." She shrugs and shakes her head.

"Everything's going well for him, but he's getting colder. More cruel. I don't think he sees it. Every time we talk, it becomes an argument. And they've gotten worse of late, since all he does is bring up the old arguments."

She holds her hand up in a claw-like shape, ruby-red nails glinting in the morning light. "I got him really good once. When I almost lost myself to the formula. Right across the face. Even though I was more animal than Cladissa, I think he'll always believe otherwise."

She runs her fingers through her hair and twists it around over her shoulder. "I've never had hair this soft before," she comments while stroking the silky strands. "I think he still cares, in his way. He advised that I accept this and use it. I'm sure he felt that he was helping."

Her face turns hard and her eyes burn as she looks at Sabrina. ::He can't understand how violated I was::

"So that smug, superior attitude just grates on my every nerve." Cladissa softens, and goes back to stroking her hair. "And then I go and prove him right, because how else can I function without using this body? It's still mine. It's all I've got, unless I die and you reincarnate me into..."

She pauses as the surprise concept runs through her mind. But she quickly makes a decision. "No. No, never. No."


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

::Of course I'm right, Cladissa. Why argue with logic?::

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6 Courtyard

"We think he's more aware of his... quirks then you believe, Classy; he said something to that effect," replies Sabrina Left with a sigh. She seems to be doing that a lot these days. "We killed all the whimsy and showed him nothing but respect and gratitude for what he has done. It didn't work as we hoped. There's being blunt and then there's being an earthbreaker to the face. However, perhaps we should be cutting him some slack in this case; he wasn't entirely unhelpful. Not until he learned that Imrizade was disgruntled with him. Maybe after the wedding..."

As her sister drifts off into thought, Sabrina Right explains, "Maybe this information will help you? He seems to think that your supposed 'ire' for him is serving as a 'blockage' against him in your mind. He also thinks that Gianluca's announcement has 'negated' any recent progress you two have had. Finally, he told us that you have 'a knack of not realizing the barbs' in your words; we don't really see that one, though."

Both Sabrina heads pause when they realize that they just summed up Argor's three plus paragraphs into three sentences.

"You have an incredible capacity for forgiveness, Cladissa, which is wonderful," observes Sabrina Left. "Here we are thinking about burning bridges with people over one bad incident. Meanwhile, you... don't seem to do that."

Sabrina finds herself looking at Cladissa with admiration.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Cladissa smiles somewhat sheepishly at the compliment. She deflects a bit, saying, "Or maybe I'm a glutton for punishment."

Then she smiles earnestly and stands up, taking hold of Sabrina's hands and giving them a squeeze. "But thank you." Her smile fades quickly, though. "Imri's mad at Argor? Huh. Maybe I should try talking with her. Or him.

"Of course, with the wedding only a couple days away, I'll bet they're too busy. And I still need to find out where I stand with Sir Preston."

She starts to leave the courtyard, then turns back to Sabrina. "And thanks for telling me what Argor said. Looks like I need to set him straight."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6 Courtyard

At Imri's unhappiness toward Argor, Sabrina Left explains, "When he returned from estate, Rutai said, 'She seems to feel you are more interested in your work than in getting married to her.' Coming from a fiend's mouth, we'd take that with a grain of salt, but still, it doesn't sound too outlandish."

As Cladissa departs, Sabrina Right adds, "We now know it's difficult to be patient with him, but Argor's... Argorisms might be artificially exaggerated. He told us that himself. Something about a recent spike in intellect making hard to rein in his vocabulary. If we had to guess, he's talking in cold logic with no finesse, which can be irritating. However, he does seem to... care about you, Classy. We... I would try to meet him as halfway as you can."

After waving her friend goodbye, Sabrina finds herself wondering what to do next.

Auronee's House, Day 6, Front Yard

This is might backfire hilariously, but I might as well do it now. I mean, it's not like the wedding is the correct time or place or anything.

Sabrina has no idea how she managed to get to Auronee's estate without incident, but then again, most creatures probably wouldn't have the nerve to bother a giant two-headed snake hydra dragon woman.

...How did I even get out of the courtyard without smashing through Argor's manor?

Sabrina squats down and knocks on the front door with a massive fist.

"Hi!" Sabrina chirps nonchalantly if someone opens it. "May we speak with Auronee please? I heard she might be in?"

Both heads smile like a pair of loons.

Her reaction to us is going to be telling of who she really is.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6

Cladissa lowers herself into the roiling bath, the bubbles tickling her skin. She lets the soothing waters ease her mind, even as it bounced from one subject to another.

Argor. Preston. Imrizade. Sabrina. Auronee. Nyugelle. Gianluca. Hrimnagel. Each name conjured up various feelings and anxieties. I should just focus on my project. I'm getting close. I just need... Argor's help. Hells. She knows anything she proposes to the arcanist will be met with resistance and suspicion. But if she could mend the relationship? At that daunting task she groans aloud and sinks her head underneath the simmering water.

* * *

It was fully midday by the time Cladissa ventured out from her bath. She resisted her impulse to chide herself for the wasted day by telling herself she needed it badly. Donning a diaphanous robe, she slips into the kitchen and grabs a snack. Her appetite had returned sometime during her bath, so she claims a couple plates of cheese and a large baguette that she sticks under an arm, uses her tail to grab a bottle of wine, and, as an afterthought, snatches a turkey leg and stuffs it in her mouth to take back up to her room.

She slips out of the kitchen, rounds a corner, and runs into Sir Preston who is being escorted by Reginald down the hallway.

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Auronee's house, Day 6

Auronee had relocated to the grounds of the Taldane embassy and lived in a tastefully affluent chateau. Sabrina's knock brought a servant to the door who screams in alarm at the two-headed being at the entry.

A flurry of activity and shouts quickly brings Auronee around to the front. She has her honey-gold hair tied back, wears practical breeches and sleeveless tunic, is holding an ornate shortbow and quiver, and has a slight sheen of sweat on her exposed skin. Her eyes widen at the sight of the dragon-hydra, but she pauses and studies it before acting.

"Do I know you?" she ventures tentatively.

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Auronee's house, Day 6

...Well, so far so good, the collective mind of Sabrina agrees. Part of her finds it amusing that someone has finally reacted normally upon seeing her.

"Oh Captain, my Captain, we believe you do," Sabrina teases with a wink. She flexes one of her massive arms. "So what do you think, Windy? Two heads make us kinda Freaky, eh?"


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6

Cladissa freezes in her very embarrassing position of being laden with food, mouth stuffed, and wearing a too-thin robe. Sir Preston is similarly still, looking much more tired than last night, mouth agape.

"Ghwmph-ug," she incoherently mumbles through the turkey leg. Reginald smoothly steps to her side and takes it from her mouth.

Blushing furiously, she tries desperately to use her newly vacant mouth for something other than tortured stammering. "Ah, you're back, which is obvious, and I've kind of got my hands full, here. Which is also obvious. Um, hi?"

The paladin closes his mouth with effort and begins an awkward bow, which lets his eyes drop. His cheeks color, and looks quickly up and away. "Hello," he says to some spot just past Cladissa's shoulder.

She glances down and realizes her robe had shifted under her load of food and was now generously displaying her cleavage. She gulps and passes her plates to Reginald so she can fix her attire. "Sorry," she says. "Ah, would you care to join me? I was just getting a snack."

He nods and breaks into a wide, relieved grin. "I'd like that. Thank you."

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Auronee's house, Day 6

"By the stars..." Auronee says in wonder. "Sabrina!?! Look at you! Two heads! That's way beyond anything that's happened to the others! Did you get something different?"

She suddenly calms from the original shock and slows down her questions. With genuine concern, she steps forward and puts her hand on Sabrina's arm. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Then quickly she gestures to her staff who begin bustling about. "Let's go around back. I was practicing, but I was about done." She leads the druid around to a lovely little garden area with bubbling fountains and well-manicured plants. An archery target had been set up several dozen feet away which sprouted numerous arrows from its center.

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Auronee's house, Day 6

...Wat.

Sabrina had been expecting something else completely to happen. She had expected Auronee to scream and run away in terror. She had expected Auronee to laugh at her. She had expected Auronee to call her stupid and foolish and unworthy of her time.

...Wat, the giant woman continues to think as she lets Auronee lead to her lovely little garden.

And then Yig's Champion would have said, "Ah ha! You were just acting this entire time! We knew you were too good to be true, you lying liar!"

...Wat.

Genuine concern is probably the last thing she had expected.

"Uh, as good a shot as ever we see," Sabrina Left comments weakly as she reviews Auronee's work.

"So, uh, you still wanna... associate with us, Windy? We mean, we're kinda monstrous right now. From what we've heard, some people tend to think poorly of associating with, uh, Freaks," bumbles Sabrina Right sheepishly.

She thinks of Argor's ex, who had called Nyug a beast at The Dinner.

...And that was probably all of such incidents she knew about.

...Wait a second! She only brought us here because she could chew us out in private! Can't have everyone seeing who you really are, eh Windy? Oh, crafty, crafty, Auronee, but you have to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on ol' Sabby!

Sabrina gives her 'friend' a dumb grin, fully expecting some sort of Argorian verbal beatdown to commence promptly.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6

Reginald seats Cladissa and Sir Preston at a small table in the gardens and sets their meal, minus Cladissa's turkey leg, out in a lovely spread. He opens the bottle of wine and then dutifully retreats, affording the young couple a measure of privacy.

Cladissa cinches her robe around her as best she can, her wings twitching and tail coiling nervously. Sir Preston's eyes dart around the garden frantically, looking for something to settle on and actively avoiding staring at the demonic-looking woman for too long.

After an awkward silence while the two sate their appetites, the paladin draws in a breath and forays into conversation. "Cladissa. I'd like to apologize for last night. My leaving you like that was unacceptable."

The witch's eyes widen, then she looks down. "I don't blame you. I was under an illusion; that was deceptive of me. I--"

"Cladissa," he says softly. "You said this was done to you? By demons? Why would I ever begrudge you hiding this?"

She looks up and sees him studying her, his face full of mixed emotions. She lets her eyes close and sits still, allowing him to look her over without judgment. Finally, her eyes flutter open and she sees that he is still there with a sympathetic look on his face. "Did you... pray? Did Iomedae speak to you?"

"Not in words, exactly. But I remembered my earlier prayers to her. That I would cherish your heart and your deeds. I would overlook your appearance. Of course, I feared you would be plain. Then your mother told me of the... fur. It was unusual, but I resolved to accept it."

Cladissa shakes her head and her hand goes to the brooch. "Sir Preston, you don't have to do this. It's noble of you, but this is--"

"Not your fault!" he interjects. "Right? Didn't you tell me last night that the demons did this to you?"

She nods.

"How did it happen? If it's not too difficult, I'd like to know."

She sighs. "It's the serum. They... got ahold of a sample. They mixed it with their own demonic essence and injected me with it."

He looks her over again, face lined with concern. "I'm so sorry. That sounds terrible. I understand wanting to keep it a secret."

Cladissa shifts uncomfortably under the weight of Sir Preston's sympathy. She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "It's come with a few benefits. ::I can now do this:: she finishes telepathically.

Sir Preston almost falls out of his seat in surprise.

===========================
Auronee's home, Day 6

"Sabrina!" Auronee nearly shouts, affronted. "Not associate with you? Who's been putting those thoughts in your head?" she says somewhat pointedly.

She bids the giant two-headed druid to sit down in a shady spot and takes a seat on the ground next to her. Taking her hand, she eyes one head, then the other. "Listen to me: No matter what happens, I'll be your friend. I'll never, ever call you that word. Even if they want to call themselves that horrible name, you're not one to me. Understand?"

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Auronee's home, Day 6

...Wat.

What Auronee had just said is the complete opposite of an Argorian verbal beatdown.

She isn't taking the bait! Sabrina Left groans in panic as she begins to think of something even tastier to put on her metaphorical fishing line.

...Perhaps she is being sincere? offers Sabrina Right, being the more logical head for a change. We seem to be baiting for her an excuse - any excuse - to call her a fraud, declare victory, wash our hands of her, and then go home.

Why do you have to make so much sense, Righty? Sabrina Left protests angrily.

She has been our friend for months, Lefty. Keeping up such an act for that period of time would make her the world's best actress.

...But she lied to us! And she threw that blasted Dinner to humiliate poor Classy!

As Sabrina's mind continues to argue with itself, all four of her eyes find themselves tearing up; some third fragment of Sabrina's mind manages to seize control of the body and turns both heads toward Auronee.

"That's probably the kindest thing anyone has said to me in... years," Sabrina admits quietly. "I... don't... understand. How... could... you... accept... me?"

Lefty expects Auronee Baloney to start laughing cruelly and finally pull the rug from underneath her.

Righty expects continued comfort and sympathy from Captain Windy.

Sabrina?

...She has no idea.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6

Sir Preston leans forward, staring intently at Cladissa. "That came from your mind? How is that possible?" He then furrows his brow. ::Can you hear me?::

::Yes. I don't know how. I just think the serum tried to make me as much of a demon as it could::

The paladin looks worried. "Then there's more? What else?"

Biting her lip, she answers, "I'm not burned by fire."

"What about their other resistances? Lightning? Cold?"

Cladissa shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. It doesn't get very cold in Absalom, so it's possible. As for electricity, I've never tried that, either. Although..."

She incants and gestures, and suddenly a small crackling thunderstorm materializes next to her. She tentatively reaches a hand into it. 3d6 - 5 ⇒ (3, 4, 2) - 5 = 4 She yelps and pulls her hand back, rubbing it. "Ow. Although, that spell should have felt stronger than that. So maybe, a little."

Preston moves around the table and takes her hand. Glowing energy flows into her and the electricity burns fade instantly. "That was rather reckless of you," he says with a slight smile.

She smiles back. "It's my spell; I knew it wouldn't do lasting damage. That's a... nice trick," she says while he continues to hold her hand. She feels her pulse quicken and doesn't try to reclaim her hand.

==========================
Auronee's house, Day 6

"Sweetie," Auronee says in soothing tones. "It'll be all right. Yannifred once got cursed so that her skin was covered in warts and sores. I stuck with her until she got cured. It's the nature of this business. Magic can get weird sometimes. You get it fixed if you can, or you adapt."

She gives the druid her most brilliant, effervescent smile that seems to brighten the patch of shadow they're under. "And the Sabby I know does weird great. And she's a fighter. And she's resilient. If she doesn't like something, she'll change it. Or she'll learn to make it her own and love it."

She reaches up, grabs both heads and pulls them to each side of her face for a strange but tender hug. "And I'll accept you any way you are."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Auronee's home, Day 6

Sabrina had gone to Argor Constantine with high expectations. Her intentions had been nothing but sincere. She had expected to meet a deeply misunderstood man and a potential friend who she had initially misjudged; she had also expected a highly productive conversation. She had used as much social finesse as she could muster.

Sabrina had gone to Auronee Farywnd with low expectations. Her intentions had been so loaded with bait that they could probably catch all the fish in Golarion. She had expected to meet a sinister, cruel liar and a certain enemy who she had initially misjudged; she had also expected the most unproductive conversation in history. She had used as much social finesse as a pile of sand could muster.

Funny how those meetings had gone in completely opposite ways.

Vision blurred by tears, Sabrina finds herself gently wrapping her massive arms around Auronee, taking extreme care not to hurt her friend. Yes, her friend. There is no more doubt in her mind.

Somehow, the embrace feels much much comfortable than her attempt to hug Cladissa, and Sabrina thinks back to when Tessida had said about her daughters.

Perhaps that's why I like Classy so much. For all their differences, she and Windy are... so similar.

She wonders if her two friends can ever be friends themselves... or at least not enemies.

Maybe...

When the hug ends, Sabrina says as sincerely as she can, "Thank you, Auronee. You're... great. A wonderful friend."

Some small part of Sabrina briefly suspects a rouse, but the rest of her bonks it on the head.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6

After a time where Cladissa quietly thrills at the contact with Sir Preston, reality finally intrudes in her mind. Reluctantly, she forces the question out. "So, are we... going to do this? The courtship?"

The paladin sighs and looks uncertain. He stands up, drawing Cladissa up as well. He looks her over, starting with her cloven hooves, going up to her curvy shape and pointed tail, to her bat-like wings, to her impossibly beautiful face and dainty horns. In contrast, he was thickly built, broad-shouldered, and his fashionable doublet was trimmed in Iomedaean iconography. The pair look like they should be mortal enemies, or the subject of a church-destroying scandal.

His silence spoke volumes. Cladissa could feel his hesitation, his reluctance to continue with the tradition but feeling duty-bound. He would stay if she asks, she realizes. She pulls her hand free and takes several steps away, turning from him. She begins unfastening the brooch.

He speaks softly. "Wait. I need to say something. I admit, I-- I had hoped that you would make my decision for me. But that's not fair to you. And cowardly of me."

She turns partly and looks over her shoulder at him. He takes a step closer, holding his hands out. "I choose to court you, Cladissa Velorryan, Pathfinder. I choose to look past your outward appearance, because I believe in your true beauty. I choose to defy the demons that harmed you. And I will not let my own doubts get in the way again."

===========
Auronee's house, Day 6

"You're more than welcome." Auronee settles into Sabrina's embrace and gives her all the time she needs.


HP: 85/85 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 29, T 14, FF 24; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +12; Init +4; Per +19, darkvision, scent
Active buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6

Tears well in Cladissa's eyes. Her heart surges, but a simultaneous river of fear runs counter to it. She feels a desire to leap into his arms, melting into a kiss, but something tells her to throw back the brooch before disaster strikes. Inwardly, her pessimism wars with a long-suppressed need for a romantic connection.

Outwardly, she trembles. She clutches the brooch, having almost freed it from her robe. She tears her eyes from Sir Preston and looks longingly at it; ancient and weighted in meaning. Something in her recognizes how deeply it will hurt if this doesn't work out. It was crazy; he was a knight who rode in on horseback like something out of a storybook. This was a child's dream, one which she long had dismissed as a flight of fancy. Should she even be trusting that this was real?

But this is far from a fairy tale, something inside her tells her. It wasn't perfect -- from her demonic taint to her Mother's meddling to Sir Preston's own weakness, this was nearly a disaster already.

Yet, it hadn't been. And does it have to end that way? A glimmer of hope blossoms in her breast as she traces her finger along the edge of the brooch. Could it actually turn out... good?

Cladissa looks back up at Sir Preston who is silently awaiting her decision. He'd freed her from choosing based on his fears. So it was her own fears she had to conquer. Swallowing hard, she returns the brooch to her breast.

"I choose to hope," she says, and takes a step forward into his arms.


Argor Constantine wrote:
Argor finds the most comfortable looking seat and helps himself to it. "That is precisely the reason for my visit, Mr. Angus. I hope to put her premarital concerns to rest."

Angus grunts as he continues brewing the beverage. Just as he is finishing a few minutes later, the sound of hooves can be heard outside. They stop outside the cabin, and footsteps precede Imrizade bursting through the door. She is flushed, wearing a simple beige riding dress. "Is that tea I sme....Argor!?"


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

"Imrizade," Argor says as he rises to his feet.


"Hey, baby. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Is everything okay?" She steps towards Argor, looking a bit worried.

Angus brings the tea over. "I'll leave the brew with you two, and make meself scarce." He sets down the pot and goes outside to tend to the horse.


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

Argor waits until Angus is gone to reply, "I suppose that is the question I came to ask you, as I had it on good authority you were displeased with my attentiveness of late..." he asks with an arched eyebrow.


Blakros Ranch, Day 5

".....Eh? Oh...did my cousins say something? Don't those two know when to keep their mouths shut?!" Imrizade flushes. "I mean..it's kind of true, but I didn't want to say anything..."


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

"I would prefer to hear it from you," Argor says as he takes a couple steps towards her. "You know I would rather you speak your mind than keep things repressed."


"It's not that big of a deal. You're just so busy, that's all. I can't remember the last time you surprised me with a bit of hide the sausage. You have all your businesses, the Arcanimirium, your estate, your legal work, and your frequent missions for the Society..."

She strides to him and places a hand gently on his chest, looking up into his eyes. "Where am I to fit in? If this is to be a marriage of convenience I can accept that, it's just I had gotten my hopes up for something more....something real."


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

Argor sighs, "You understand that, given my origins, how much work it takes to maintain my status. It requires much of my time...too much, in fact. I have been slowly putting measures in place with people I trust so that I can dedicate more of my time to," he smirks, "personal endeavors."

He takes Imrizade's hand, "Also, I have been working, at great lengths, in secret to make certain that your wedding is one that the bards will speak of for generations. Part of that, I regret, has required we maintain a certain...distance from one another, romantically. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder,' so they say, and I trust it will make our wedding night even more special."

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Auronee's home, Day 6

After concluding that Auronee genuinely does care about her (or is the greatest actress in history), Sabrina eventually takes her leave, citing that there is a lot of things about which she has to think. Departing proves to be surprisingly difficult, but Sabrina cannot bring herself to ruin anyone's good mood by mentioning things like sisters of the step variety and Argorian Dinners.

Verde Heights, Day 6, Gardens

Bentley eventually returns to the gardens of Verde Heights with a llama draped across his back. [1]

And not just any llama! A drama llama!

After carefully setting the drama llama under a large tree, the large allosaurus settles down next to her and watches the sunset.

[1] When no one was looking, an emotionally exhausted Sabrina destatued Big Ben just past the front gates, Wild Shaped into drama llama, and then used Spider Climb to climb onto his back.


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Verde Heights, Day 6, Evening

"...and he stepped on it, his feet went out from under him, and bam! Right on his back. So that's why I always carry a coconut with me."

Tears stream down Cladissa's face as she holds her sides to keep them from splitting. "You-- you don't really!?!" she asks while walking alongside Preston's horse as they return through the gates of Verde Heights.

The knight reaches into one of the saddle bags and pulls out a fuzzy brown nut. Cladissa shrieks and doubles over, completely seized up from the laughter. "C--Can't breathe!" she croaks out, staggering.

Sir Preston runs over and scoops her up before she pitches to the ground. Cladissaa yelps and screams as her feet leave the ground. The coconut begins to fall from Preston's hands but her tail snakes out and snags it before it lands.

She waves it in front of his face and he begins to guffaw. The horse whinnies and Cole, riding on the saddle's pommel, yowls.

They move through the halls of the estate, their laughter echoing through the cavernous chambers. When they come upon a dinosaur carrying a strange beast of burden, Preston pulls up short. "That is a well-trained dinosaur," he observes.

"Oh, that's Bentley," Cladissa says, still giggling.

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

Verde Heights, Day 6, Evening

::Hey, Classy:: says Sabrina the Drama Llama when she notices Sir Preston and Cladissa. ::Don't mind me; just being a drama llama right now::


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Cladissa snickers. "Oh! The llama's Sabrina!" Her giggles fade quickly as something in her mental missive felt off. "You okay? You want to meet Bellerophon? You're an ungulate right now, so maybe you can talk to Sir Preston's stallion?"

The heavy warhorse shakes his head and snorts. Cole meows loudly and fades into mist, reappearing on a statuette nearby.

As the paladin sets Cladissa on her feet again, she sends a private message. ::What's a 'drama llama?'::

Grand Lodge

Female Mutated Half-Elf Druid (Naga Aspirant) 10 | AC 26 T 12 FF 23 | HP 93/93 | F +13 R +7 W +12 (+2 vs. Enchantment) | CMD 30 | Init +4 | Perc +23 | Buffs:

By the looks of it, Sabby the Drama Llama could talk to a horse. The Wild Shape rules says "she can communicate normally with other animals of the same general grouping as her new form." Ungulates seem to generally be defined as animals with hooves, and Wikipedia puts llamas and horses in the ungulate grouping. Granted, your mileage may vary with Wikipedia.

Upon seeing Cladissa so... happy, Sabrina the Drama Llama perks up and trots over to her, Sir Preston, and Bellerophon.

"Howdy. I'm Sabrina. Classy's a cool gal, isn't she?" she says to Bellerophon. "I like Sir Preston too. He's a swell guy."

::'Drama Llama' is an expression my mom uses for people engaged in drama; right now, that applies to me; we can talk more about it later:: she explains to Cladissa. ::So it seems that Sir Preston and you are good terms! That's wonderful, Classy!::


HP: 50/50 | Hero 3/3 |
Stats:
AC 19, T 13, FF 16; Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; Init +3; Per +14, low-light vision, scent
Altered Human Witch 8

Verde Heights, Day 6 evening

"Hello. You're well-spoken for a wool-bearer," Bellerophon compliments. He casts a suspicious eye towards Cladissa. "She doesn't smell how she looks," the destrier tells the llama. "But yes, Sir Preston is a kind and noble master. I do my best in his service as the Sword Lady bids."

Cladissa watches as Sabrina bleats and Bellerophon whinnies at each other. "I'll betcha they're talking about us," she tells Sir Preston with a wry grin.

He smiles and nods his head in agreement. "Bellerophon is quite smart. She might be surprised. And I trust him to say only good things."

When the Wild Shaped druid telepathically communicates with her, Cladissa nods. ::Later, then::

Then she blushes and breaks into a wide grin, though there's a flush of embarrassment with it. "Sir Preston came back around lunchtime. We talked, then went on a walk in the Minkaian Gardens." She touches the brooch pinned on her light sundress as she looks in his direction.

Sir Preston watches the one-sided conversation, his head bouncing between Cladissa and Sabrina-llama. When there's a pause, he clears his throat and addresses the druid. "Sabrina, allow me to thank you for your actions last night. It was a... strange situation, and it could have gone so much worse. You truly acted like a champion, and... I'm really having a hard time talking seriously to a llama! Cladissa's not playing a joke, right?"

Cladissa's laughter returns even though she tries to stifle it with a hand over her mouth. Finally she lets the absurd scene take hold of her. "You have found me out, Sir Knight! Let me introduce you to Drama Llama, my battle steed!" She goes to sit down on Sabrina's back, giggling.


Argor Constantine wrote:

Argor sighs, "You understand that, given my origins, how much work it takes to maintain my status. It requires much of my time...too much, in fact. I have been slowly putting measures in place with people I trust so that I can dedicate more of my time to," he smirks, "personal endeavors."

He takes Imrizade's hand, "Also, I have been working, at great lengths, in secret to make certain that your wedding is one that the bards will speak of for generations. Part of that, I regret, has required we maintain a certain...distance from one another, romantically. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder,' so they say, and I trust it will make our wedding night even more special."

"Oh.." Imrizade playfully slaps his chest. "How was I supposed to know that, silly? You men are terrible at communicating."

Her hand on his chest starts slipping lower. "Bards will sing for generations, huh?" Her hand continues its path towards Argor's magic staff. "What do you say we make up for lost time while you tell me about it?"


Current AC: 37 (39 vs Evil) HP: (16/16) 224/224
Stats:
AC 33, T 18, FF 25; (All saves +2 vs Evil) Fort +16, Ref +18, Will +22; Init +2; Percept +36
Current Buffs: (Permanent: Darkvision, See Invisibility, Arcane Sight), Heightened Awareness, Shield, False Life, Tears to Wine, Invisibility Sphere

Argor smirks, "You think I'll divulge my closely kept secrets so easily?"

Does everything appear to be smoothed over, because I'm willing to let this "fade-to-black" so to speak, and move along to the wedding if you are.

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