DM Rah's "The Immortal Conundrum" (Inactive)

Game Master Kobash

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Grand Lodge

AC23/Touch16/Flat18/CMD27||HP49[53]|Fort:+8;Ref:+8;Will:+4|Percept.+13|Init.+4 Elf Fighter(Lorewarden) 6 / Lantern Bearer 1

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Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

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Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

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Grand Lodge

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Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

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Kreighton Shaine, an eccentric elf and the Pathfinder Society’s Master of Scrolls, sets a vibrant orchid atop his cluttered desk. Looking up in acknowledgement, he comments, “A beautiful flower, no?” Without hesitating, he gestures to a chairless room, saying, “Please sit down.” At this, Master Shaine sits cross-legged on the floor and begins the mission briefing as though nothing were out of the ordinary.

“Every year representatives from Thuvia auction off six vials of the sun orchid elixir. Each bid—even the losing bids— are added to the wealth of the city holding the auction. This ear the city of Lamasara runs the auction, and its chosen guardian, Ofarah Ohatepe, is visiting Absalom as we speak. An invitation to a birthday banquet to be held in her honor at the Thuvian Embassy arrived at the Grand Lodge a fortnight ago. The invitation requests that representatives from the Pathfinder Society attend the gala, and the Decemvirate has chosen you. But be warned, this is no mere excuse for revelry.

“We believe that Ohatepe has ulterior motives in inviting her other guests to this event. What they are we don’t know, but we want you to find out. Get on her good side and see what she’s after. While the Society as an organization has little interest in the sun orchid elixir, many among the Ten might, and one can’t discount the fact that the so-called Lioness of Lamasara invited us—well, you, as the case may be—to her birthday dinner. So put on your finest clothes, go to the Thuvian Embassy in the Petal District, and be on your best behavior!”

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

Would it be considered a faux pas if we attend it wearing our arms and armor Master Shaine? Fredrik asks clad in his trustworthy magical fullplate, silvered earth hammer strapped to his back.

Grand Lodge

"Do we know anything else about this Ohatepe? Something that might help us get on her good graces?"

K: Local: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Grand Lodge

AC23/Touch16/Flat18/CMD27||HP49[53]|Fort:+8;Ref:+8;Will:+4|Percept.+13|Init.+4 Elf Fighter(Lorewarden) 6 / Lantern Bearer 1

"Is there any customs we should be aware of in order to help win over the lady?" Leastrie asks.


Keighton stares at his flower in deep thought. When he looks up, it seems he might have forgotten you were there.

"I'm sorry, what? I was thinking about butterflies."

After asking again...

“Oh, you can bring whatever you want, but just make sure you peace-bond your weapons and polish your armor. Going to a party prepared for combat won’t win you many friends."

"Ofarah is the personal bodyguard of Queen Zamere and a renowned military strategist. While fierce, she has been known to show great mercy on the battlefield, and many of our agents in Lamasara report that she is a champion of justice. All you need to know is that she is responsible for this year’s batch of the sun orchid elixir, so whatever you do, stay on her good side."

"As far as impressing anyone, I suggest you dress your best, put on some perfume, perhaps something with patchouli, and spend some coin to do it right."

Grand Lodge

Perfume? Patchouli? No thank you. They'll just have to deal with my natural scent. I do have that outfit from Amara Li's party from a few years back...

"We shall be charming, well dressed and freshly laundered for the affair. Thank you for your guidance." Such as it was...

Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

Omrax makes purchases of scroll of instant armor and swift don armor. He will wear his courtier outfit and stow his platemail in his haversack. He will peacebond his sword on his belt.

"I look forward to having the honor to meet the Queen. As a champion of justice, the Inheritor certainly shows favor to Zamere."

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Rogue (Burglar) [10.0]: HP 62/63 | AC 30 (33 vs traps) | T 21 | FF 23 | F +7 | R +16 (+18 vs traps) | W +7 (+9 vs. fear) | CMB +7 CMD 30 | Init +12 | Perc +16 | SM +5 | Stealth +23 | DD +26 | EA +19 | Acro +21 | Perform (Sing/Dance/Act) +4 | Climb +12 | Swim +9

Sorry, I forgot to dot the Gameplay thread.

A halfling finally makes his presence felt, banana in hand. Some of you may have seen him before while others may only think they have.

A party, huh? As long as I'm not turned into an ape or have to jump into a tapestry or something I'll be fine with that! Maybe I can convince someone to let me put up another one of my sculptures at the party! I have one at the Grand Lodge, have you seen it?

Quiven will have his armor, cloak, backpack and weapons cleaned, repaired and polished so that he looks his absolute best, as a professional Pathfinder he believes that he should be ready for anything and should look good doing it. However, he'll follow Omrax's lead and purchase some fine clothes to wear to the party while storing his armor in his own Handy Haversack and have his two blades on his hips.

Ready when you are!

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

Joining Shane, also seated cross-legged on the floor, is a short Mwangi man, wearing little more than a loincloth and a smile. He has introduced himself to each of you in turn as simply Mordrak.

His piercing eyes often seem distracted, and his words frequently evidence some sort of language barrier, yet his engaging smile and affable demeanor usually means people don't much care.

Ah! he says, speaking with a pronounced but clipped accent. A party sounds like a grand idea! I am very much jubilantated by the prospect! I am sure we are the right persons for this job, as I have every confidence in these five other people whom I have just met! And I do so love parties.

Grand Lodge

AC23/Touch16/Flat18/CMD27||HP49[53]|Fort:+8;Ref:+8;Will:+4|Percept.+13|Init.+4 Elf Fighter(Lorewarden) 6 / Lantern Bearer 1

Leastrie nods at the information and decides to purchase some sleeves of many garments for the affair, figuring their utility may come in handy in the future.

Any Knowledges we can roll?

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

Very well.
Fredrik will take a bath, have his hair and beard trimed, have his arms peacebounded and his armor cleaned and polished. Above it he will be wearing his "good" cleric's vestments (the one that is still in one piece).

He almost does not recognize himself in the mirror. Tsk, tsk... Beware brother Fredrik, vanity is a fool's sin.

Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

"Sir Quiven and Sir Fredrick, it is an honor to serve with you both again. Our last mission truly tempered the metal of our persons. " he bows to each.

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

Sir Omrax! Its good to see you again, you too Quiven.
Indeed, that climb was... something.
Fredrik says shivering.


Leastrie, no knowledge checks are available at this point.

The Thuvian Embassy is an ornate, whitewashed, two-story structure tucked in a shady corner of Absalom’s Petal District. Several large oil lamps hang from the walls, bathing the embassy’s rooms in normal light. Exotic rugs, plush furniture, and works of art decorate the building. Surrounding the embassy, lush gardens display Thuvian flora pruned to perfection. Unless stated otherwise, masonry walls and strong wooden doors make up the embassy’s construction. The ceilings reach a height of 9 feet.

When you arrive, you all see that seven other guests have been invited to the small, yet extravagant dinner, but your host is not present. Some of the guests are familiar to you, and some not so much.

A wrinkled, time-weathered Garundi man, Amenopheus walks with a slow, methodical gait. He stands stooped—a byproduct of not only his age, but also his elaborate turban decorated with exotic feathers and precious gemstones.

A frail looking elf. He has shockingly white hair, unusual for an elf, and shifty eyes of deep blue. He wears gilded studded leather armor befitting a dignitary from Iadara and has a polished rapier at his side and an exquisite darkwood composite longbow on his back, both securely peace-bonded. He is quiet and doesn't talk much or introduce himself.

A well-built man with chiseled features, piercing eyes and a strong jawline is next. He moves with the cadence of a practiced swordsman. He wears an Isgeri military uniform complete with sash and adorning medals. The medals pinned to the sash suggest an illustrious career in the Goblinblood Wars. He is abrasive and arrogant, full of bravado, bragging about various martial exploits in a loud and irritating voice.

Lady Gloriana Morilla is a full-figured woman in the prime of life, and she wears an ornate gown that accentuates her many assets. She has cunning brown eyes and long, chestnut hair worn half-up. She always seems to be listening even when engaged in conversation.

A stunning beauty with piercing, heavily shadowed eyes and long, dark hair, Paracountess Zarta Dralneen’s mere glance stills the hearts of most people. She moves with a lithe, catlike grace and always places herself in a position to be admired and to get a good view on the most desirable person in the room. She flirts shamelessly with male and female alike, though she seems to be giving the Isgeri hero the cold shoulder.

Aaqir al'Hakam is a handsome man with sharp Qadiran features. He has short, well-groomed hair and a clean-shaven face. A charming man, Aaqir favors other Qadirans, praising them on their accomplishments in the field. He speaks with a clear, soft voice with a thick Kelish accent. The trade prince is talkative and enjoys bragging about his recent social run-ins at the Grand Dance Hall of Kortos (where he claims to consistently have a table in the highest of the theater’s three tiers) as well as talking about his three adopted daughters, who he dotes over like the caring and overprotective father he is.

The final guest is a striking woman of the frozen north, with braided blonde hair, pale skin, and wide blue eyes. Powerfully built, she moves with a commanding stride and laughs with a roar that overpowers all other sounds at the party. Rough and tumble, this warrior can keep up with—and often outperforms—any man put before her. She is not afraid to join others’ conversations, though her uncivilized manner may raise eyebrows among the more cultured guests. The woman’s voice booms with an air of authority as she speaks of her many campaigns against the winter witches of Irrisen near her homeland in the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, and she eagerly shows off her battle scars, ever bragging that hers are more honorable than anyone’s she has yet met.

You have a bit of time to mingle before your host arrives.

Peace-Bonding Weapons
All attendees at the party save the embassy’s guards are required to peace-bond their weapons. Drawing a peacebonded weapon is a full-round action that provokes attacks of opportunity.

Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

Omrax, cleaned up and in his court outfit, has his weapon peace-bonded.

He takes special interest in the final woman to enter. However, he will move to the Isgeri Officer first and try to strike a conversation.

He bows slightly with respect to the man.

"Greetings, My Lord, It is a splendid evening. Much more hospitable here than the frozen north where I spent the last few weeks. I see you are no stranger to the rigors of the battlefield."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Rogue (Burglar) [10.0]: HP 62/63 | AC 30 (33 vs traps) | T 21 | FF 23 | F +7 | R +16 (+18 vs traps) | W +7 (+9 vs. fear) | CMB +7 CMD 30 | Init +12 | Perc +16 | SM +5 | Stealth +23 | DD +26 | EA +19 | Acro +21 | Perform (Sing/Dance/Act) +4 | Climb +12 | Swim +9

Quiven decides he'll mingle with as many people as he possibly can, starting with the elf that as of now has no name.

Hi! I really like your bow. How long have you had it? Want a banana? I have plenty.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12


Despite fine attire and perfect manners, Omrax doesn't make quite the impression upon the Isgeri man as he might have expected. He does, however, learn a bit about the man, who jumps at the chance to talk about his own prowess in battle.

"Well met, soldier. I am Gaspar Desime." He introduces himself proudly, looking past Omrax rather then at him. "Yes, I've seen many battles. It takes a certain type of man to stare into the hordes and hold the line."

Sense Motive DC 15:
Gaspar seems intent on catching the Paracountess Dralneen's eye, though she appears to be ignoring him.

***

Quiven finds the elf to be very antisocial.

"Cerelan." He replies with the barest hint of a nod. "The bow is a family heirloom. Excuse me, I am hungry, but not for fruit."

1d20 ⇒ 17

Grand Lodge

AC23/Touch16/Flat18/CMD27||HP49[53]|Fort:+8;Ref:+8;Will:+4|Percept.+13|Init.+4 Elf Fighter(Lorewarden) 6 / Lantern Bearer 1

Leastrie decides to seek out one of his own race and follows up behind Quiven. "Well met brother. I am Leastrie Oakenleaf. It is good to meet another elf at this affair. What interest does Queen Edasseril have in the sun orchid elixir? Ae we not long-lived enough?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 1 Heh..

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Rogue (Burglar) [10.0]: HP 62/63 | AC 30 (33 vs traps) | T 21 | FF 23 | F +7 | R +16 (+18 vs traps) | W +7 (+9 vs. fear) | CMB +7 CMD 30 | Init +12 | Perc +16 | SM +5 | Stealth +23 | DD +26 | EA +19 | Acro +21 | Perform (Sing/Dance/Act) +4 | Climb +12 | Swim +9

Upon Leastrie's speech, Quiven ducks out of the way and goes to find someone else to talk to.

Lady Gloriana Morilla, isn't it? I don't think we've met before so I wanted to introduce myself. Quiven Glist, Pathfinder and sculptor, at your service. Would you like a banana? I have plenty and they're really good.

Diplo: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

Fredrik moves near the women from the north. Good evening Ms. Do you, by chance, have any news from the north?

Diplom: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Edit:
SM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

Omrax tries to get he man to talk more about himself...

sm : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Yes, this dinner is far from the rigors of The Wound and the front lines. I am sure you have important business here tonight. Or are you just on a holiday? . "

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

As Mordrak is amused by observing the halfling and the elf try and fail to engage the elven dinner guest, his eyes fall in tun on Amenopheus, Lady Morilla, Paracountess Dralneen, and Trade Prince al'Hakam.

He turns to Fredrik. Curious, do you not think, that the Decemvirate directs us to this party, yet others so closely tied to the Society are here as well? The Mwangi mystic taps his fingers to his chin a moment. Whom do they not trustify, us or them?

We should perhaps take turns on these people. I can try to charm Lady Morilla and sway al'Hakam, if you will attentionize Amenopheus and the Paracountess. Yes?

Grand Lodge

At J'ngo's suggestion Tal attempts to begin a conversation with Amenopehus. "Well met friend." Well that's a clever way to start... "My apologies if I seem awkward...I fear I've never really developed the skills to properly mingle at these functions."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

If Gaspar does not expand further upon his purpose at the party, Omrax will start heading towards the woman from the frozen north.


Cerelan looks Leastrie up and down, clearly annoyed by the questions. "Who says the Queen is interested in it?" He replies, then turns and rudly walks away towards one of the refreshment tables.

***

Quiven finds Lady Morilla more graceous, but distracted in their conversation. "Yes, yes, I am Morilla. A pleasure to meet you, Kevin." She says, butchering Quiven's name and looking past him in the direction of the Paracountess Zarta Dralneen. "I'm sorry, did you just ask if I would like a sculpture of a banana?"

***

"Greetings, Pathfinder." Amenopheus bows to Talhaearn. "Fear not, my friend for your comfort was not the purpose of this party. I suggest a drink, but not too many." The Sage offers a disarming smile, however, which does help Talhaearn feel a little more comfortable.

***

Omrax spends a few more moments with Gaspar, but learns little of his official purpose at the party. Heading over to the woman, he finds he looking at him along her nose in a silent challenge...

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Rogue (Burglar) [10.0]: HP 62/63 | AC 30 (33 vs traps) | T 21 | FF 23 | F +7 | R +16 (+18 vs traps) | W +7 (+9 vs. fear) | CMB +7 CMD 30 | Init +12 | Perc +16 | SM +5 | Stealth +23 | DD +26 | EA +19 | Acro +21 | Perform (Sing/Dance/Act) +4 | Climb +12 | Swim +9

No, but I'm sure I could make one if that is your request! Sounds like a fine idea for a marketplace or something. Quiven continues to try and impress the full-figured female. By the way, I'm down here.

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

I tried to start a conversation with the women, did she answered my question?

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

Mordrak makes his way over to Trade Prince al'Hakam. Greetings, good sir! It is indeed fortituditous that we representatives of the Society are here together! I should very much like to know how you are, and your daughters! I understand they are growing far too fast!

Diplomancy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16


Sorry Fredrik and J'ngo. I'm not sure how I missed your posts.

The woman nods in greeting to Fredrik. "The news is the same. The Witches of Irrisen threaten all within their reach, and the Lands of the Linnorm Kings resist them with brave hearts and strong steel."

She introduces herself as Yala Witchbane and proceeds to speak of a few specific battles recently fought along the borders between her country and Irrisen, and even shows a recently healed wound that she claims will make a fine scar to add to her collection.

***

Mordrak is met with a charming smile from Trade Prince Aaqir. "Greetings to you as well, my friend. It would seem the Society is well represented, by Pathfinders and those that conduct business with it. I am well, as are my daughters, thank you. They are my pride and joy."

***

Lady Morilla looks down briefly at Quiven in confusion. "I apologize. I don't quite follow your words..."

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Rogue (Burglar) [10.0]: HP 62/63 | AC 30 (33 vs traps) | T 21 | FF 23 | F +7 | R +16 (+18 vs traps) | W +7 (+9 vs. fear) | CMB +7 CMD 30 | Init +12 | Perc +16 | SM +5 | Stealth +23 | DD +26 | EA +19 | Acro +21 | Perform (Sing/Dance/Act) +4 | Climb +12 | Swim +9

What's to follow? Do you want a banana or a sculpture? Pretty simple, really. Anyway, what's a lady like you doing in a place like this? You seem too distracted. Maybe I could help with something?

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

I meant the cruzade but you are right, there is much more to the north than only Mendev. I have heard of the Land of the Linnord Kings before but never visited. May Pharasma bless your land and your people live long.

It will indeed become a fine scar. Fredrik says trying not to stare at the women's "healed wounds".

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |
DM Rah wrote:


Mordrak is met with a charming smile from Trade Prince Aaqir. "Greetings to you as well, my friend. It would seem the Society is well represented, by Pathfinders and those that conduct business with it. I am well, as are my daughters, thank you. They are my pride and joy."

As well they should be! the Mwangi agrees with a smile. I can see they mean everything to you, as children should. Your efforts to firm up your business contacteries are surely for their benefit. You do their future proud!

Sense Motive!: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

LOL, well, Mordrak will certainly believe ANYTHING the Trade Prince has to say. "Oh, you've eaten your children like in a Greek myth? How fascinating!" :-D


Fredrik and Mordrak continue with polite small talk, though the topics each discusses couldn't be further from each other.

Fredrik learns that Yala's people have battled to a standstill in Irrisen and Hagreach in the Linnorm Kingdoms. The Witches, however, have the benefit of unnaturally long lives thanks to dabbling in dark magic and the blood of Baba Yaga that flows through their veins. Yala hopes to use her people’s resources to gain a dose of the sun orchid elixir so she can prolong her own life and continue to fight the Irrisen witches well beyond the time by which she would otherwise die of old age, using her decades of experience as her greatest weapon against them.

Mordrak's conversation with Aaqir remains very neutral, though the Trade Prince hints that he is not really interested in the sun orchid elixir for himself and is merely cultivating business contacts among those gathered at the event.

***

Lady Morilla blinks at Quiven, at a loss for words. A short silence hangs in the air like a spell, broken when the doors to the chamber open and a herald steps through to make an announcement.

"Gentlemen, Lords, and Ladies! The Lioness of Lamasara, Ofarah Ohatepe, is eager to to meet you."

"Oh thank the Lady." Morilla murmers.

The herald leads the guests into the embassy’s grand dining hall, where a lavish meal has been laid out on a round ebonwood table. Ofarah is already seated at the northernmost end of the table, but rises to greet everyone as they enter.

You are welcome to sit wherever they want around the table, but if you all group up around Ofarah it will make conversation difficult with other guests.

Silver Crusade

Male Half Elf -Paladin 13 AC32/T11(18) /F31/CMD28| Hp 121/121 | Fort:+21;Ref:+16;Will+18(25) |Percept.+10 | Init.+3. { } ( +2 keen div bond 1/3 used, smite for 2/6 used. Hands 6d6 6/15 used) { eaglesoul 10hrs— } Spectral Wolf {AC24 100/100 hp}

Omrax will politely wait for the others. He will try to sit close to Ofarah but is not pushy if others want to be closer.

"Splendid. We look forward to the opportunity to hear all she has to tell . "

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

Mordrak will move to place himself next to Lady Morilla (preferably with another person he has not yet talked to on the other side of him). He holds the Lady's chair as she sits, only seating himself after she appears comfortable.

Grand Lodge

Tal positions himself next to Amenopheusbit also tries to remain relatively close to at least one other person in his party.

Grand Lodge

AC23/Touch16/Flat18/CMD27||HP49[53]|Fort:+8;Ref:+8;Will:+4|Percept.+13|Init.+4 Elf Fighter(Lorewarden) 6 / Lantern Bearer 1

Despite being rebuffed, Leastrie takes a seat next to the elderly elf.

Grand Lodge

Clr 7/Ftr 1, HP 67/67, CMD 19, AC 23 /T12/F22, F+10 R+4 W+10, Init +7, Perc +6, SM +11

Fredrik tries to sit near Ofarah or the women from the north.

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Rogue (Burglar) [10.0]: HP 62/63 | AC 30 (33 vs traps) | T 21 | FF 23 | F +7 | R +16 (+18 vs traps) | W +7 (+9 vs. fear) | CMB +7 CMD 30 | Init +12 | Perc +16 | SM +5 | Stealth +23 | DD +26 | EA +19 | Acro +21 | Perform (Sing/Dance/Act) +4 | Climb +12 | Swim +9

Quiven will sit next to and continue to attempt to impress the Lady as he still thinks she wants a statue of a banana. She just doesn't realize it yet.


1d2 ⇒ 2

In maneuvering for places around the table Fredrik manages to secure a seat next to Ofarah. The elf, Cerelan, takes the seat opposite, having made his way to it immediately. The others find seats with those they have expressed interest in, with Omrax sitting near Yala, Talhaearn next to Amenopheus, Leastrie next to Cerelan, and Quiven next to Lady Morilla, who doesn't seem very pleased about it.

Ofarah waits patiently as the guests find their seats. She is a tall and strongly built Garundi woman, with dark hair styled in an elaborate mane of dreadlocks. She favors gold jewelry that jingles when she walks, accenting her feline stride, which suggests both grace and purpose. Once all of you have been seated, she addresses those gathered.

“Welcome friends! I apologize for my tardiness, but I hope you had an enjoyable time conversing in the parlor. Tonight, in celebration of my birthday, we will have a sumptuous meal prepared by the embassy’s finest chef, to be served in six courses. As we dine, I look forward to getting to know those of you with whom I am not yet acquainted. Please don’t hesitate to ask anything of our servants, who are here to please, and who will do all in their power to make your meal as exquisite as it can be. So without further delay, let us eat!”

An intimidating amount of silverware adorns each place setting, Aleimare seems a little lost. He tries to watch to see what the others pick up, mimicking them, but fails to be too discreet for the more observant to notice.

A DC 10 Knowledge (nobility) check is needed to determine the proper use of the varied utensils. Alternatively, You can make a DC 15 Bluff check to fake it, waiting to observe what your neighbors do without making your scrutiny obvious.


As four liveried servants prepare to serve the first course, seared sea scallops presented on a bed of butternut squash pureed with exotic Thuvian herbs and drizzled with chive oil, Ofarah turns to Paracountess Zarta Dralneen and poses her first question.

“My dear Paracountess, I have heard you yourself throw rather lavish parties at the Chelish Embassy. How do you find tonight’s affair, and what advice can you offer me for future events?”

The paracountess squints for a moment in thought, as though trying to think of a tactful way of saying something with no possible positive spin. “My parties are much more lively, to say the least. I enjoy the company of many, and this small fete would hardly provide enough warm bodies to keep me occupied at one of my gatherings. Perhaps, if you’re open to the idea, I could invite you to my next soiree, which is set to have an enticingly Infernal theme?”

At the conclusion of the answer, Ofarah nods to Zarta. "Quite fascinating. " She says, then turns to Fredrik and asks, "What are your thoughts on my party, especially in comparison to those thrown by the paracountess in the Chelish Embassy?"

Talhaearn, Fredrik, and Quiven:
You noticed a hint of displeasure on Ofarah’s face as she listened to the paracountess speak, especially when the Chelaxian suggested she attend an evil-themed party.

ROLLS:

SENSE MOTIVE
Omrax: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Mordrak: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Talhaearn: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Leastrie: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Fredrik: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Quiven: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Random: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Grand Lodge

AC23/Touch16/Flat18/CMD27||HP49[53]|Fort:+8;Ref:+8;Will:+4|Percept.+13|Init.+4 Elf Fighter(Lorewarden) 6 / Lantern Bearer 1

KN: nobility: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Leastrie surveys the silverware and picks up the proper utensil, as if with practiced ease. He eats slowly, listening intently to the table's conversations. "Findeladlara help me if I need to speak to Cerelan again....

Grand Lodge

Male Human (Mwangi) Sor8 | hp 58/58 | Init +9 | AC 18/14, T 13, FF 12 | CMB +3, CMD 16 | F +5 R +7 W +9 | Prcptn +0 |

Bluff DC 15: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

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