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Liberty's Edge

Male Human Commoner 2

It is the third day of the celebration of Yolarati, the traditional Vudrani Festival of Colors. A week-long event, the air of the capital of Jalmeray is filled with laughter and colorful powders. Many begin the festival in white robes, soon displaying a scintillating array of colors. Children splash each other with dyed water, giggling and running about.

The citizens of Niswan shed their reserved demeanors and embrace the joys of the festival, decorating their neighbors' faces and clothing with the brightest and most beautiful dyes they can afford. Exotic-sounding music fills every corner of the city, while entertainers ply their trades for coin and complement alike. Merchants offering dyes, alchemically created colored resins which can stick to the skin, and other brilliant expressions of the joy vibrating through the city.

Yet all is not joy and color. There is a noticeable contingent of warrior-caste guards patrolling the wealthier parts of the city. The sounds and sights of the festival are noticeably dimmer around the Thakur's Palace. Still in mourning over the recent death of his favored cousin, Thakur Kahrswan nonetheless insisted that the festival continue in praise to the gods, even if his participation was withdrawn.

Visitors to the island nation whose directing tasks have been completed, the PCs find themselves in Niswan at an opportune time to relax, soak in the Vudrani culture, and perhaps show off some of their skills along the way.


Male Half-Elf Occ6/Cav6/Marshall2 | HP 92/92 | AC: 23 FF: 22 Touch: 11 | CMD: 24 | F:+12 R:+6 W:+8 | Init:+6 Per:+12 | Challenges 2/2 | Focus-Abj(4/4)-Tran(8/8)

"It's a long way from Taldor..." Yander thinks to himself as he walks down the foreign street, leading Junebug by the reins.

His stride is firm with only the occasional twinge of discomfort from the dragon-inflicted wounds he recently recovered from.

Having left the hospice where he recovered, he looks for a likely place to stay where the sights and smells might be slightly less unfamiliar.

"These folk do seem to like their flashy colors..." he thinks.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She stood looking at the game, it was a complicated board, the two players had been at it for close to an hour now. The peaces seemed simple, yet they moved in odd ways, she thought she had it worked out now. The checker shaped tiles where places the peaces could move to, each shaped peace had its own move on the board and the colors donated each placers peace. The crowd had been looking on as the two old masters plaid. All around the festival music and sounds could be heard but here in the small park by an old tree, players of games sat and enjoyed a day off from their work playing for fun. She had found the spot by accident while talking a walk from her inn. Spotting the two setting up, now she was enthralled, studying them both and their complex game.

"Please put that back"
At of the blue she said this while still looking at the board.
The player who had just moved turned his head up at her with a puzzled look on his face as if to ask Me?.
"No running will do you no good"
She said still looking at the board, as if talking to it and not anyone.
Other looked at her some backed away, to revel a small boy holding a finally made silver dagger. He had frozen in the act of ducking away with it, on his face was a very worried look.
"I will let you go if you put it back, theirs a good boy."
The lad moved and for a moment swayed, then very carefully with both hands, now in full view of both players and all standing around, placed the well made dagger back in her belt sheath.
"Now off you go back to mother before someone cuts you open from di*k to ear"
he ran pushing past the throng to get away as fast as his legs could take him.
She smiled at the two players looking at where he had gone.
"Please by all means carry one, I really want too see who wins"
They blinked looked at her a moment, then with shrugs went back to the game. All to soon the incident was forgotten, as the moved on.


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

A small figure with an upswept brown top-knot watching the board game from a perch above the crowd with interest, stops watching the game to watch the unfolding action and failed pickpocket attempt. A slight frown crosses the tiny face. After the odd white haired woman catches the boy without turning, he gives her an in depth look, and then hops down, landing lightly on his feet, and slips through the crowd after the boy.

Despite his slight figure's short legs, he quickly catches up with the boy. and starts pacing the quickly moving lad.

"Lad? I hate to break it to you, but you don't have the knack. Find another skillset, or get some serious coaching, or you'll be dead within two months. And then where would you mother be? Eh?"

Sleight: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"Trust me lad. You don't have it. Check your left front pocket when you get home. "

Adjusted -751 gp, 750 for a wand of Longstrider, -1 gp into the boys pocket.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Rahdeem smiles to himself as he makes his way down the busy street among the swaths of people joyously throwing the colored dusts and dyes in the air. So many interesting stories these people have to tell... he thinks, reflecting on some of the conversations he's managed to overhear.

A subtle breeze blows past him as he snakes his way through the crowd; his personal wind pushing the dust around him and keeping both he and his cloak free of colors, save the dancing blue streaks that had always marked his skin. Rounding a corner, Rahdeem steps out of the street and into small park with a slightly more open space than the packed streets.

...and what a, colorful, place. Rahdeem finishes his musing, and looks around at the people nearby before glancing up towards the sky. Leaving the ground slowly, Rahdeem rises above the crowd a dozen or so feet to get a better look, and turns around in a circle slowly, taking in the full scene.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

The game ended, it was close but in the end blue won with a complicated trap, taking reds 'Dragon' peace. There was much chatter and the players shuck hands. Starting to set the board up once more. She backed away from the players now, having learned the game. In her head computations of play skimping into complex forms. Then she stopped as she spotted a odd being in mid air looking over the city. she had never seen the like before. Look hard at it she racked her mind to find its name.

KN roll1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

I few possibilitys came to mind,
But which was the right one, humm

::Looks like a wind Demon to me:::

::Really Zim I was thinking a kind of Sylph::

::Could be right, only way to know is to ask it::

They thought this telepathically to each other as she looked at the being in the air. Her Psicystal having his own views.

She noded then lifted into the air to join it.
Defy Gravity 3pp spent
Concentation roll to show no display1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

"Hello there could I ask what kind of being are you?"

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Raziya strolled down the streets, taking in the festival atmosphere. Fortunately, she had gotten enough warning about the usual mess of colors involved in this local celebration to have worn something a little cheaper and a little plainer for this particular outing today. Already her white robes had been attacked by some over zealous children with watered down dyes.

She'd have to throw the outfit out when she got back home.

Her walk slowed as she heard a sharp gasp and a whimper followed by the weeping of a child just behind her. She looked back over her shoulder and saw a child who had clearly just fallen and scrapped their knee on the uneven ground. Little brat, she thought. Then she looked at the crowd who had gathered to help the child out. Well, they say all publicity is good publicity.

She quickly swept herself around and walked briskly to the side of the child, asking people to step aside, flashing everyone around a bright wide smile. Except the child of course.

With a grande gesture and dramatic spoken words, she conjures a bright white light to her hand which she touches to the child's knee.

"All better," she announces as the cure spell takes effect.

"Thanks ma'a---" the child starts, but Raziya straightens back up, ignoring the child and interrupting them.

"I'm Raziya Hawary," she says loud enough for any curious onlookers to hear. "It was a pleasure to serve, child. Now run along and be careful."

Without waiting around to actually have to interact with any other commoners, she steps away and back onto the route she had previously been taking through the festival.

I hate children, whispered a raspy voice in her head.

"I know, grandpapa," she murmured back to it.


Male Half-Elf Occ6/Cav6/Marshall2 | HP 92/92 | AC: 23 FF: 22 Touch: 11 | CMD: 24 | F:+12 R:+6 W:+8 | Init:+6 Per:+12 | Challenges 2/2 | Focus-Abj(4/4)-Tran(8/8)

As Yander walked down the street taking in the sights and sounds of this foreign city his half-elven ears perk up as he hears what sounds like the unmistakable sounds of an argument between a man and woman. He doesn’t speak Vudrani, but some things sound the same no matter what the language.

”That’s curious, everyone else seems so happy with the festival, I wonder what they have to be mad about.” he muses to himself.

”Might as well have a look … Junebug … stay” he says to the warhorse.

handle animal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

With that command, the massive horse nods her head once and becomes an island in the center of the street, crowds passing to either side of her.

Yander steps around a corner to find the source of the disagreement and finds a man and woman arguing. As he takes the people’s measure he sees that the man is much richer dressed than the woman – possibly a merchant or noble? Hard to tell with these foreign clothes - and the man seems to have a pair of companions, guards most likely from their look.

As Yander steps forward he sees the merchant grab the arm of the woman and shake her violently.

”Ahem … “ Yander says loudly, so as to be heard over the sound of the festival, ”I don’t know what the problem is here … but I think you can take your hands off the lady.” he says to the merchant in Taldan.

The merchant and his guards start in surprise at the intrusion and the man barks back at Yander angrily in the Vudrani language. Sneering at his outlandish Taldan garb and the ancient style of the plate armor Yander wears.

The two guards start to step forwards toward Yander, but stop as he raises his left hand and points his index finger at them.

”Easy now ….” he says in a level voice.

Keeping the two guards frozen in place with that pointing index finger, Yander rolls his neck around loosening it up and yielding a satisfying crack and raises his right hand, up over his right shoulder, to rest on the hilt of his greatsword.

”I think y’all are done here …” he drawls to the angry merchant. He can tell that the words are lost on the men facing him, but the meaning is clear.

The merchant snaps something unintelligible in his own language, releases the women with an angry shove, and turns to storm off. His guards follow after, not turning their backs on Yander for the first dozen steps.

When they’re gone, Yander looks back for the woman, only to find that she has disappeared into the crowd as well.

The knight walks back out into the street to find Junebug waiting patiently. ”Typical.” he says to the horse as he takes up her reins again. ”You’re probably the only one in this city that understands what I’m saying …. And you don’t talk.”


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Rahdeem turned to face the voice that addressed him. Cocking his head and arching an eyebrow inquisitively at the woman, he looked her up and down, then flew in a small circle around her, continuing his inspection.

Ehmm... he coughed, Hello to you too.

A half-elf maybe? But there's something different about her, those eyes-- and what is that crystal thing on her forehead?

With a thought, Rahdeem gently increased the strength of the winds swirling around him, and his eyes flashed accordingly with electricity, even as the blue patterns on his arms and chest began to move with faster speed.

I am Rahdeem, of Breeze. I think you know what I am, but you have me at a disadvantage, my lady. I can't claim to know either who or what you are.

Rahdeem stole a glace down at the crowds, where more and more people were starting to take notice of them.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She turns on the spot in mid air as Rahdeem flys around her. She keeps eye contact has he talked, hearing his words and noding.

Zim:

::Arr you win, hes a Sylph, with some power by the looks of him, now a skill set like his, he could come in very handy to know."::

::"I was thinking the very same thing"::

Then she smiled, noting the looks from below.

"Well, how about we talk about that over a something nice to eat and drink. I know a very nice family run restaurant not 2 streets from here, it also has street side tables that will give us a very good view of the festivities later."

She stared to lower herself back down to the ground, now looking down she added.

"We may have to share a table at this time of year but they have a fine stock of Taldor wines that is the best in the city so im told, and make a spice fish dish they say comes form Sarusan."

She landed on her feet started to walk to the eatery, she stopped and looking back up at him, adding.

"I think that may be a little bit of a lie about Sarusan, but it's still very good never the less."

She turned back and headed to the restaurant, it took only a minuet.

Feel free to interact before she gets there.

Once she got there the owner noded at her and moved a table to a prime spot. A spot close to the wall but with a good view of the parade root.

"Your Ladyship"

He said to her, dusting off the table and placing places and goblets on it.
She nodded and said, "The good Taldor wine Tommo please, that Chateau Latran sweet red if you have some left, O and bring some water as well please."

A nod and Tommo was gone, off to get the wine. She took a seat and waited to see if her guest would take a seat as well.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Rahdeem followed the woman back down to the ground and landed with a nimble flourish.

"I see" Rahdeem responded, his interest piqued.
Well this is unexpected...

"It appears I was right miss. You do know what I am, and you seem to know of my people's weakness when confronted with an interesting tale. And lastly, it appears you do in fact, have one. By all means, please lead the way." Rahdeem kept pace with the woman as they made their way down the street, careful to keep an eye on the crowd as he walked.

Arriving at their destination, Rahdeem stood silently during the mystery-woman's exchange with the restaurateur. After she sat, Rahdeem followed suit, and then broke his silence.
And now, my lady, your name? And your tale?


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She waits for the wine to come, then tastes it, then nodding at Tommo in arrival. The man pours them both a goblet then places the bottle down and leaves them.

"My name is Lady Calista Lisia ir'Romano, please call me Calista, most do, and as for what I am. Lets just say nothing you would likely see now-a-days. As for my tail, well that is a long one, its always impolite to ask a lady her age, but I have lived longer than most, let just say I'm old enough to be someones messiahs. How ever I am no Immortal. Just a traveler thrugh time like every other thing in this world."

She placed her arm over her seats back and leaned in, with a smile.

"If truth me known, nothing is really Immortal, even gods, they are just very long lived to the rest of us. But best not tell your local cleric that, they get can get upset about such things."

She leans back, and picking up her goblet takes a sip of the wine.

"arr, reminds me of an old half Orc warlord I once knew, he had such a fat face. One Day his out of wine, nods of but wakes at midnight. No wife next to him in bed,so off he stomps to see where she has gone, Finds her coming out the guard room all disheveled. He go's off in a rage, wants to know who's been with his wife. orders the keep locked down. Here is where I came in. You see I have made my way in this world but helping others deal with sensitive... problems, lets say, ones that need a discreet and sympathetic hand. Well the place is locked up tighter than a dwarfs wallet. Only I'm let in. His lordship asked one question. "Who has slept with my wife? he wants blood and gaves me a week to find out who. At the end of the week, I was called to the great hall. PAcked in where his house hold staff and guards. Who Calista, here has slept with my wife, how many? I looked him in the eye and said. Why my lord, over half of them, here I have made a list. And give it to him. The Old fool went red with rage, made a grab for his great axe to end his unfaithful wife and any other on my list. But never made it, one moment hes all full of blood lust the next hes standing there with a shocked look clutching his chest. He feel stone cold dead, his heart just give out. Years of over drinking will do that. Do you know the blasted wife refused to play me what the old fart had promised me for my work. I suppose asking her to pay me for proving her adultery was a payment to far. But her new husband the x-Guard captain did pay me a mouth later."

Calista chuckled to her self, lost in the memory. Then she is back.

"You see Rahdeem this is my line of work, simple if one knows what one is doing. I came to this fine city one work, to aid a poor merchant relocate some lost propriety. Propriety he has now left the city with. This time I needed not help, but on accusations when needed I have worked with others. With that in mind you could say, I have a hobby, its a simple one. I always like to keep my eyes open for individuates who have skills and usability I feel may be of grate value to my line of work. Say moving with out being seen, or great skill with magic, or lets say, the power over the air and winds. Such a skill could be very handy in some situations."

She looked at him now hard, it was very difficult to read her. Just the glowing blue eyes and gem as if looking into your head, then its gone, she lean back again and the smile is back.

"you should know, I believe nothing happens by chance, so that being said, what of you, Rahdeem, of Breeze, I bet you have a tail that go's with your name."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Commoner 2

Yander

As the Taldan knight talks to his horse, Junebug lets out a snorting whiney. Sure I do, you just don't understand me either.

A young girl, maybe seven or eight approaches, speaking in heavily accented Taldan "If you will purden, sur. I am able to be speaking in yoir language. If it pleases you enough for to be paying me, I could be for to act as guide and translator, purheps?"

Calista and Rahdeem

Tommo returns with the wine and a jug of water, quickly scurrying off to return with four glasses, each a different hue. He pours the water from the jug into the darker glasses, and then uncorks the wine, pouring a small amount into each glass and then waiting for it to be tasted before filling the glass. "Your ladyship, sir, we have just acquired some fresh lamb and our chef has prepared a special dish, if you would care to partake of an early dinner."

Roonie

"Coaching? Is that an offer?" the fear that was in his eyes vanishes, replaced by something of a mix between hunger and a challenge. "I don't think Razul would like to hear about another mentor in his territory."

Raziya

Raziya travels through the streets, avoiding most of the peasants as best she can. A few blocks further, she feels eyes following her


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

"Why yes the lamb sounds wonderful, and some figs with cheese for starers, please"

she sat up and reaching into her pocket, brought out a silver cigarette case, taking one she she closed the case and slipped it back into her fine but odd design jacket. She held the cigarette and the end lit, then talking a quick, pull on it to her mouth, she held it to one side diligently while the its exotic sweet and fragrant smell wafted over the table between them.

"So where had we got to, o yes your story"


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

At the lads retort, Roonie's tiny ice-blue eyes light up, amidst the gentle acid scaring that washes over his face and continues the conversation quietly.

"Ah, good. I wasn't planning on staying long, but if Razul would like me to meet them, I'm willing. I'm not looking for trouble. To be honest Lad, I don't have the knack either, but I'd be willing to give a couple pointers. I'm really more of a technician and craftsman. The more .... hardware side of the business if it were. I'd be willing to offer that expertise to Razul as well, either with a lesson, or ... a demonstration. I won't demean his skills by saying where I'm staying. Anyone who runs any territory in a city of this size should be able to find me if they try... hard enough. You'll find my credentials in your left hidden pocket. Nice talking to you lad, I'll be seeing you around."

Sleight: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

A quick turn into the crowd and Roonie disappears into the swirling mass of colorful humanity.


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

After a dozen bewildering turns intended to thoroughly confuse and lose anyone tailing him, Roonie finds himself on yet another crowded street watching the tail end of an armored outsider interfering in a group of locals intimidating a local woman. It took but a moment to debate the odds, and Roonie slipped closer, intending to also step in and interfere if the squabble escalated.

After the belligerent merchant stormed off, and the threatened woman melted away leaving just the meddling outsider, Roonie paused from his shadow in a nearby doorway deciding which to follow, and ended up following the outsider. Odds are that anyone that confident is going to get in over his head, given the swarms of the local militants.

Besides, that sort of moral courage should be defended. You never knew when you need someone to charge a dragon and distract them long enough to get in place between it's wings. Works well with Ogres and their shoulder blades too.

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They are watching, hums the voice in her head.

Raziya had gotten that creeping feeling up her spine just moments before, but that had only confirmed her suspicions. The little hairs along the back of her neck raised uncomfortably. She didn't like being spied on.

She stopped to admire something along the festival streets, taking the opportunity to look up and down the road both ways for whomever it was who had their eyes on her.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

I don't like this city.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She looks away from Rahdeem to a fine looking woman across the street who had just stopped Raziya. The Lady had stopped and was seem to look along the street.

Kn Nobels1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15Q: what rank is she A: A lady at least
Kn Local1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14Q: who is she A: not local so don't know
Perception1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20A: Who is she looking for A: GM I think that could be a spotted them
Sense motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15Q: what are the after with her A: GM

Her eyes narrowed and she says to Rahdeem.

"Now why would a well to do lady dress down and be so worried about others spying on her in the street I wounder"

Hope you don't mind me linking to your action point Raziya

"Lets see if she needs a safe haven shall we"

She looks at the woman and nods then points at the ones following her, then she moves a chair back to as to make a place for her.

Sense motive DC12:

She dos know know why your being spied on but a fellow lady is offering help if you need it.


Male Half-Elf Occ6/Cav6/Marshall2 | HP 92/92 | AC: 23 FF: 22 Touch: 11 | CMD: 24 | F:+12 R:+6 W:+8 | Init:+6 Per:+12 | Challenges 2/2 | Focus-Abj(4/4)-Tran(8/8)

Yander crouches down in front of the little girl and replies "That sounds like a fair offer lass." he replies.

He thinks "The girl is thin as a rail .... even if she's a lousy translator it's the least i can do to get a meal into her.

Having lost his belt pouch to a team of youngs thieves in the past he surruptishishly glances about to see if the girl is on the up and up or if she's just trying to distract him so someone else can steal from him.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Junebug's perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Is that little gnome down the street watching us? He doesn't look local .... doesn't seem like the type to be using the child as a distraction ... have to keep an eye out."

If else everything seems to be on the up and up, he takes a silver coin from his belt pouch and offers it to the girl.

"My name is Yander. Now tell me your name, and then perhaps you can find us a place where we can find some food. Perhaps an inn with a stable where my friend Junebug here", gestures to Junebug, "can get a meal as well."

Junebug nods her massive head once in agreement.


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

Just to make it 100% clear, since now my sleepyfogged brain is unsure if it was, I'm following Sir Yander atm.

Watching the odd man walk up to talk to his horse, and then the approach of the little girl.

Well that's an interesting development. I wonder if that little one works for Razul as well. It wouldn't surprise me, but good for her for seizing onto such a wonderful opportunity.

His tiny head tilts slightly in his shadowed corner.

On one hand I'm totally not surprised that the man hadn't learned the local language, but, it's so much fun! Besides, I should follow the poor man, no telling how honest his translations will be, of if there will be ... miscommunication. Again, no telling when I'll need someone solid and dependable between me and an Ogre. I... just hope that the next Ogre I meet won't be able to reach that spot between his shoulder blades.

As the unlikely trio of man, horse and girl wander off, Roonie follows from a discrete distance, maintaining cover and paranoia.

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Lady Calista Lisia ir'Romano wrote:

She looks away from Rahdeem to a fine looking woman across the street who had just stopped Raziya. The Lady had stopped and was seem to look along the street.

Kn Nobels1d20+10Q: what rank is she A: A lady at least
Kn Local1d20+10Q: who is she A: not local so don't know
Perception1d20+12A: Who is she looking for A: GM I think that could be a spotted them
Sense motive 1d20+7Q: what are the after with her A: GM

Raziya is a fairly minor noble in Geb, and our characters have never met before so you'd not know her face from a sack of potatoes, let alone identify lineage. At least not without a formal name exchange. She's also dressed like any local in plain and cheap white garments with a mildly similar ethnicity to the locals so writing her off as foreign at a glance is a bit of a stretch. Until you hear her speak with her accent or broken local tongue, then it's pretty obvious. Basically, she looks like every other person on the street.

Aside from that, Raziya isn't really looking around with a worried expression so much as just looking up and down the street briefly. As far as she knows, it's just some kid ready to pickpocket her. Not enough to go on to make such conclusions about her current state of being (distressed or otherwise) at a glance. I think you're making a few critical assumptions that were not intended with my post!

I also believe it's important to wait for the GM before deciding your character has succeeded in skill checks. For all we know, we aren't supposed to be able to spot the person looking at my character or know their motives at a whim. I'm going to hold off making an IC post until the GM has a chance to catch up over the week.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

understood, as I said, just offering an in, if you don't want it that's fine with me. :)

As she looks at the Lady in costume Who is not in fact Raziya but a young local noble woman, known to Calista a young man comes up and surprisingly kisses her.

"Arr we see, she is not worried about being robbed but worried about being seen by her elderly husbands men, infidelity is such a hard game."

She pulls the seat back into place, looking back her her companion.

"Don't your think so?"

she says with a chuckle.

All fixed

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Commoner 2

Yander and Roonie

"I am pleased to being called Hali. I know of just such a place, Master Yander. They are having only the finest of oats and juiciest of plums. If you will be following of me?" she smiles brightly at the offered coin, slipping it into a small pouch she tucks under her shirt. While she does bear some of the colors as the other children, it is obvious from the lack of stains on her hands that she has not been playing with the waters herself.

Other than the gnome, there doesn't seem to be anyone paying particular attention.

"There is being a shortcut down this way, you will come? Room enough for Mistress Junebug, maybe a little small, but not crowded."

Raziya

Raziya looks about, but is unable to spot anyone acting suspiciously. Despite this, both she and grandpa are sure she is being followed or watched. Apparently her tag is just that good.

Calista and Rahdeem

Going to give Rahdeem a chance to respond to Calista


Male Half-Elf Occ6/Cav6/Marshall2 | HP 92/92 | AC: 23 FF: 22 Touch: 11 | CMD: 24 | F:+12 R:+6 W:+8 | Init:+6 Per:+12 | Challenges 2/2 | Focus-Abj(4/4)-Tran(8/8)

"Hmmm, it seems on the up and up ... still have to be cautious about trusting strangers ... still, I'm hungry and there's nothing better to do."

Yander stands up from his crouch and sweeps his arm in the direction the child indicated.

"Lead on Hali ... Junebug has quite an appetite."

Casting a quick glance about to see if the gnome is following us.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

"Come along Junebug"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

and the horse clops along after them.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Rahdeem listened to Calista's story quietly, his goblet sitting untouched in front of him on the table.
This is an odd woman. 'Not Immortal....?'

As Calista quickly changed topics, commenting on the woman in the street, Rahdeem glanced over his shoulder towards her for a moment before sending his glance back towards Calista.
Infidelity?
Ah, ummm, yes? I don't suppose I would know much about that.

Growing intrigued, if a bit confused, Rahdeem pushed the girl out of his mind and brought the conversation back around.

So you're an investigator of sorts? I've adventured a bit, and I've always considered myself a capable sort. From the sounds of it, you've maybe been at the game little longer than myself. Where exactly do you call home, Calista? And do all your jobs involve such messy subject matter?


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She brings up her finger and wags it at him,

"Tusk, tusk"

She brings her finger down and looks at him sideways.

"You would not be trying to get my to divulge everything about myself, while you tell me little to nothing about yourself now would you. Why you clever fellow you."

She chuckles again

"Now, after my fine tail, of feckless wives, I do believe its your turn to tell me a bit about your good self."

Elbows on the table she rests her head on her interlinked hands,

"I'm all ears"

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Raziya frowned and she could practically feel grandpapa writhing in the back of her head. He hated being unable to track something down. He'd been a bit of a hunter in his life.

She continued on slowly, keeping her eyes peeled for unusual folks and behavior. Her stomach gave a low growl, reminding her that she hasn't had a chance to grab a bite to eat yet today. She noticed one just a few buildings down from her current location and wound her way there through the throng of people.

"Table for one, please" she said, looking over her shoulder on the off chance her watcher had followed her in.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Well it was worth a shot...
Shrugging off his attempt to keep Calista talking, which he'd thought wouldn't have been very difficult, Rahdeem replies, in an effort to stay polite.

"Calista, you are an exceedingly kind host, and I appreciate your story. However, I have learned in my time alive, that it is best not to tell your life story to every woman, however kind, that one meets. Suffice to say, if your jobs are interesting enough, and achieve a certain, shall I say, minimum standard of ethics, I'd be more than happy to participate."

And please no more gossip

"I am willing to share my lineage, though that's hardly a guarded secret" Rahdeem continues, gesturing to the blue marks on his arms.
"I am indeed, a Sylph. And from what I've been told, a rather talented one, though I try not to brag..."

In the blink of an eye, Rahdeem disappears from view, though as he continues talking, it's quite obvious he is wearing a rather large smile.
Invisible for 3 rds, one use of Unseen(swift action)
"...too much. Though as I said, I am quite, capable."


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She nods, and sits back up, the air of light hardheartedness vanishes from her. The woman looking at you now, has a cold hard look of someone who has seen a lot, her glowing blue eyes seem to look past where you sit invisible Rahdeem. Her look is a little off putting. Race thing

"Not at all, and a very fine talent, so we now understand each other, and you know how to keep information to yourself. Then I think I was right to make your Acquaintance Master Rahdeem of Breeze."

Now she is all business, she sits back.

"As for my work, right now I am waiting on my contacts, I have been told there is work her of late. A city like this and a time like this leads to opportunity's to make some coin. My line of work pays well, and if have a life style you wish to keep like mind, coin is needed. Now my line of work is also risky, but I have a feeling this will not overly worrying someone like yourself. So saying all that, I am happy to work with you so long as they follow a few simple rules. 1: No needless killing, some take a joy in hurting and harming others, I found it just being unwanted attention. So no killing for killings sake. 2: We work as a team, I have skills and you have skills, using the best of each we will do well, not doing so will lead to mistakes and trouble. I am more than happy to stand aside if you can do something better than me and I hope you will do the say. 3; Trust, we have only just meet and trust my be hard, but trust we must, our lives may depend on it. 4: We must both agree on a courses of action or we don't do it. Simple rule but it has worked well for me. last of all 5; Even splits on all profits should there be any from a Project. If we need more hands the split go's even for all. That is always best so there is no misunderstandings or bad feelings, things found you wish to keep come out of you split at market local value."

She smiles now but still the blue electric eyes

"Now If you happy with those simple rules Master Rahdeem that then shake my hand. Then later I will see if we have work for us."

She offers her hand.


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 +2 vs ambushes
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29
UMD: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22 VS DC 20, Longstrider, 1 hour, +10' movement 20 ~> 30'. 49 charges remain.
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29 +2 vs ambushes

As the unlikely trio turn to duck down an alleyway, and the tall man looks back over his shoulder, Roonie pauses as well before leaving the swirling crowds to take stock of the situation. A quick look around does not reveal anyone new that might partake in an ambush.

Next he takes a moment to assess the mood of the girl and the man with the horse. Did it feel like she was leading him into an ambush? Did it seem like he was tensing in preparation for an ambush? An alleyway like that is a prime place for one, and few if any legitimate guides will take a client through one without having an ulterior motive....

After assessing the situation, Roonie's decision is that of caution, and he begigs to move forward with increased stealth, allowing more space to grow between him and the three he follows, and his tiny hand ducks into one of his belt pouches, one that appears empty, and with a moments concentration a long slender wand is pulled free from the bag too small to hold it. Wish a tiny swish Roonie's pace picks up noticeably, and the then used wand goes back into the seemingly empty pouch. Nodding to himself, he continues forward, looking into the alley, expecting to see an ambush in progress, and hoping to be surprised.

Well, this can't be a coincidence. Lets see if we can pry this hero out of the pit he's digging for himself without being spotted now.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Instead of reaching for Calista's hand, Rahdeem extends forward and picks up the goblet holding his yet-untouched wine, smiles, an addresses Calista.

I should like some time to think over your offer, Calista, but my first glance finds your terms as reasonable as any I worked with. Let's say we finish this wine first, and then I make my decision?


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

she picks up her wine and 'chinks' her goblet to his.
"Well said"
and taking out a fine pear of chop-sticks starts on her food.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Commoner 2

Hali manages to get Yader and Junebug to a sufficient inn and stable rather efficiently, and stays on as his translator for the remainder of the festival if he allows.

Roonie is surprised and perhaps relieved at the lack of ambush in the alley; it certainly seemed like a pretty good set-up.

Raziya is stumped by the dread feelings the city gives her, and at moments throughout the next few days the feeling of being watched surfaces without any resolution.

Calista and Rahdeem begin to form a relationship over dinner and exploration of the festival's delights.

The penultimate day of the festival, you are each approached and given a hand-written invitation to the palace of Thakur Kharswan at the request of Lord Raheem Pansidar to discuss a matter of confidence, urgency, and grateful reward.

If there's any checks you want to make or things you want to do, see, purchase, what-have-you before meeting, feel free to post this before we get it started.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

As they sit and eat, a waiter not seen before walks past the table and puts a bowl of bread on it. Calista waits a short whole then slips her hand under the bowl to remove a small letter.

She opens it, and read the contents,

"It seems my contact has found us a project Master Rahdeem"

She offers it to Rahdeem to read, while he dos She seems to be lost in thought for a while.

Rahdeem, It may come as a bit of a shock that you name is in the letter as well. How the? How did she let it be known you and her where looking for work, hehe fun with telepathy

Kn Nobility 1d20 + 10 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 20 = 34 spend 1sp class for +20, who is Lord Raheem Pansidar?
Kn Local 1d20 + 10 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 20 = 39 spend 1sp class For +20 what has Lord Raheem Pansidar be been up to of late.

Then she snaps out of it. She chuckles and pours them both some more wine. Then siting back and taking out another small cigarette, Looks thoughtful as she says.

"Meeting tomorrow at... well lets say it's a nice place but a little ostentatious for me. I know a little about you-know-who, he's one of the few in this city that can afford my help."

She looks around, her meal forgotten now. Taking out a small note book and pen she writes down an address and hands it to Rahdeem.

"If you don't have a place to stay Master Rahdeem tonight? I'm at the Royal Hotel here is the address."
Rips out the slip of paper and hands it over to him.
"I will get them to set a room aside for you, don't worry about the cost. If you need to get anything tonight and don't have the coin I and loan you some if needs be. As I said trust is one key element of a good team. So if your happy tomorrow we start, what do you say?"

She offers her hand once more.


Male Half-Elf Occ6/Cav6/Marshall2 | HP 92/92 | AC: 23 FF: 22 Touch: 11 | CMD: 24 | F:+12 R:+6 W:+8 | Init:+6 Per:+12 | Challenges 2/2 | Focus-Abj(4/4)-Tran(8/8)

Yander thanks the messenger and gets Hali to translate the note that he is given.

He tries to remember if he has heard anything about this Lord Raheem Pansidar.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Knowledge Nobility: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

He asks the girl: "Do you know anything of this Lord Pansidar?" Is he an important man? Is this palace a fancy place?


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

If Rahdeem and Calista's conversation happens on the 3rd day of a week-long festival, the letter can't come during dinner, Calista, and Reckless said everyone got separate invitations. Can we assume Rahdeem and Calista parted on nice terms after dinner, and both agreed to meet up again in a few days, before leaving the city? I'm all for fluffing up the story, but we should avoid making changes to what the GM says is happening.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

Humm he did say next day, I just moved the event for-would one day. If your not happy with the event chance then I'm ok with that, we can retro it and have us shake and walk. Is it because you wish to do investigating. Ill Keep the rolls however. I really do not mean to course upset, just adding things in.

At another meal later that week, two letter come, she hand the one with
Rahdeem on it to him, she still shows him hers, which says the same.

The rest of the events are the same

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Raziya spent very little of her waking hours at in her rented room, preferring instead to enjoy the sights, sounds, and luxuries of the festival. She ate exotic foods, learned foreign dances, kissed what she had been told was a lucky mythical creature who looked suspiciously like a costumed halfling...

Yet every so often the creeping feeling of being watched sent a chill down her spine. It didn't seem to matter what she did, she could never catch anyone staring. To say it was disconcerting was a gross understatement.

~ ~ ~

As the festival was heading into its final days, Raziya was approached by a scruffy looking errand boy as she left her room. He thrust a note at her before scurrying away back off into the streets, the tell tale jingle of coins rattling in his pockets.

"Hey, wait a minute, who is this---?"

Before she could finish, the boy was gone. Apparently she wasn't expected to send a return message. With a snort of disapproval, Raziya opened the letter and read over it.

Thakur Kharswan? Lord Raheem Pansidar?

Raziya stops one of the maids who was busy tidying the common area.

"Do you know of a Lord Raheem Pansidar? Or where the palace of Thakur Kharswan is?" she asked, tucking the letter into her belt pouch. With luck, this local peasant would have some inkling on at least who had sent such a vague invitation.


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

K Local: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24
K Nobility: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

What do we know about the Lord Pansidar? Barring something very surprising, the following is Roonie's plan.

Roonie shows up to the appointment early, at least two hours early. Holding the invitation in one hand, he slips in seeing how far/close he can get before someone finally see's him. As soon as he's spotted/questioned he waves the invitation and allows someone to lead him the rest of the way. If someone shows up with a similar invitation that he see's, he'll follow them.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Having left his initial meeting with Calista, Rahdeem split his next few days between enjoying what was left of the Festival, and keeping a careful eye on Calista. Can't be too careful he reassured himself innumerable times, before ultimately deeming her trustworthy.

After receiving the letter from a mysterious delivery-boy, Rahdeem instantly wonders if this has something to do with one of Calista's jobs. Regretting he didn't have time to meet with her before needing to be at the palace, he makes his way there with the help of some locals, fully expecting to see Calista waiting there when he arrives.


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

Small retro

She had talked to her contact and informed them that one
Rahdeem of Breeze and herself where hire-able for work. Then waited, a meal and a small scruffy looking boy. He handed her the latter and she skipped it into her pocket.

she looked at him a moment
"Are you delivering more then one latter, one day for Mr Rahdeem?
Power used read-thoughts
She did not wait for him to answer but said.
"I see, you best run along now and deliver them."

She sat back, well that's good news, and other letters as well. So a team we shall be a team. I wounder what the others are like, Ill just have to find out at the meeting

She got up and went off to pack.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Commoner 2

Yander

Yander:

You remember that "Thakur" is the title given to the local King. You also recall that he is advised by a council called the "Maurya-Rahm", and that this Lord Pansidar is one of the highest ranking members of this council.

Also, no need for the girl to translate the note- yours is written in Taldan in a flowing, flowery script- fancy, but completely comprehensible to you.

The girl giggles a bit before regaining her composure and pointing to the largest, most ostentatious building in the city. "The Thakur's palace, Sur. I can only in my mind see it as the most glorious and erm, fanciest palace in all of Jalmeray. And Lord Pansidar, it is said when the Thakur speaks, it is often the Lord Pansidar's words that are spoken."

Raziya

The peasant looks blankly as if you had asked rhetorical questions. After a moment's hesitation, he responds. "The Thakur's palace is that large estate there." he points to a large palace overlooking the city. "Lord Pansidar is a most trusted advisor to the Thakur, a very omportant man."

Roonie

Roonie makes it past a number of guards and servants before he is spotted. The soldier who spots him is not at all pleased with his sneaking about the palace, and almost attacks him without warning. AT the last second, he hesitates, giving Roonie a chance to explain himself. He spends a few moments chastising Roonie, explaining that skulking about could get you killed what with the assassination and all. Unfortunately, her refuses to elaborate further, and directs you to wait until the appointed hour, becoming your personal watchman until such time arrives.

All

Towering palatial chambers supported by elaborately carved pillars surround an ornamental stream that flows through the palace. Halls of polished marble lead to a languidly luxurious sitting room. The thakur himself sits at the far end of the room, his bejeweled turban sparkling in the light shining through the windows. He paints a canvas while watching his baby son in a crib nearby.

Lord Raheem Pansidar greets you when you are at last announced. "My friends, I thank you for answering my invitation." he claps his hands and servants bring in a variety of trays succulent food and pitchers of wine, serving them to you as you desire.

"I have invited you here in the hopes of gaining your aid with a most troubling problem facing Niswan, and, indeed, all of Jalmeray. You are outsiders to our fair city, yet, in the brief time you have been here, have distinguished yourselves as people of remarkable talents. Both of these traits are highly desirous under the current circumstances."

He smiles, pausing a moment to insure that you are getting your fill of food and drink to sate your appetites. "To the point, then. The cult of the goddess Dhalavei have taken radical exception to Thakur Kharswan's vocal opposition to their insidious activities. They have assassinated his cousin. In response, His Majesty has outlawed the worship of the foul Goddess. The moment he did so, his life was put in danger. Threats to his royal person have been made. He has asked me to help discover his would-be assassins. The cult has many arms, and fingers and eyes everywhere. They are determined and dangerous, and it is difficult to know whose souls they have corrupted. You are strangers to our lands, unlikely to have been subverted by the cult. If you will aid me in this investigation, swearing yourself to report only to me, I will see you amply rewarded."


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She walk around the location talking it in, and seeing the lay out. The when the time came she headed in she greeted Rahdeem and the others with a nod but other than that keeps there Rahdeem and hers knowledge of each other to herself.

Walking in she takes looked around for a seat away from the table and food. Letting the others sit and eat. Sitting down she Crosses her legs, takes out a small silver case and a cigarette. She holds it for a moment then looking at the child close to her frowns and then put it and the case away again. She picks up a small toy and plays with the child

Conceal Thoughts/ Empathy running/ on the room detect magic Psionics

Looking at the child she says to the room,

"Assassinated as in killed and resurrected or assassinated as in dead for good?"

She looks up and smiles.


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

Content to eat and listen, Rahdeem politely samples the foodstuffs while Lord Pansidar speaks. Following Calista's lead, he makes no move to socialize with her.
I wonder if Calista knows these people as well? She's not acting like it though...

At the mention of the cult and the assassination, Rahdeem sets down his plate and somberly bows his head.
Well, I suppose I should have seen this coming. Sounds like a noble challenge though!

Rahdeem listens to the end of Lord Pansidar's speech, is scanning the others for reactions when Calista asks her question.

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Raziya cringed at the answer, knowing full well she should have known that in her position. Granted, she'd merely been here about trade and certainly not dealing with the Thakur, but it was still something she should have been able to recall. All these foreign titles were going to give her a headache before she got back home.

"Thank you," she said as a halfhearted afterthought as she stepped out to head towards the indicated palace.

~ ~ ~

The palace was breathtaking. And much more rich and colorful than what she was used to back home in Geb. Though, the dead really had a very small color palette that complimented their rather off-colored appearance so she couldn't blame them. At least Geb was better than dreary Ustalav.

Upon entering the sitting room, Raziya curtsies low to the pair with excellent form. Her eyes scan the room, taking in the two--- no three people in it. The Thakur is easily marked by his turban which is probably worth more than her entire estate, and the baby in the crib clearly his child. Possibly the heir. Then of course there is who she can only assume by process of elimination is Lord Raheem Pansidar. And the others, well, likely summoned just as she was.

Raziya gladly takes the offered wine, white being preferred, while she listens to the tale and request for assistance.

Aha, they've been keeping an eye on us... Perhaps that's my mysterious watcher, she thought idly.

"No, no, no!" came a stubborn outburst from the voice settled firmly in the back of her head. "Never trust a foreigner, Raziya! They are no good!"

Raziya tuned out the rather passionate racist old man in her mind in favor of listening to Lord Pansidar. Turning off that extra voice was a talent she'd learned out of necessity. He was always prattling on about something.

"... And further more, they will consecrate our beloved Deathlands and turn our population to ash and--- Wh-what was that? Ample reward, did he say?"

A small smile crept onto Raziya's lips. That was the one thing Grandpapa couldn't resist. His life goal had been to become a lich, but he could never afford his own phylactery. Now he was pushing his own goals onto his granddaughter and living vicariously through her. Or at least that's how it felt most of the time.

When the odd looking woman speaks (Is that a jewel stuck in her head? Ew...) Raziya cringes. Such a casual tone on a sensitive subject, making it even more sensitive. If he'd been resurrected, there would hardly be need to put on such a fuss. She'd already expected the woman to be reprimanded for approaching the Thakur and his child so casually with apparently very little in the form of respect.

"...That woman's going to get us both killed," Grandpapa muttered. Raziya nodded slowly.

"My illustrious Lord," she started. "Perhaps a better question would be to inquire about where we might think to begin such an undertaking. As you have noted yourself, I-- we, are not locals and, as a result, not privy to the underbelly of the country. Is there more you can tell us about the cult, or the friction between them and the throne? I'd like to avoid walking blindly into risky business. That's a good way to find yourself skinned before the day is done."


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

Calista went back to playing with the child, acting as if it mattered not the near-do-well noble-woman had dismissed her question. She looked back at the child entertaining it while the others asked their questions. She do's not seem to be paying them much attention.

Calista and Zim:

::"Did you get the response you expected?::

::"Yes I did, what of the Half-Elf"::

::"He looks like he has seen action, mounted fighter by the looks, his may have been the smart horse we noted coming in."::

::"And the Gnome"::

::"Looks like a builder, simple clothing, on the small side to, could be a lock smith"::

::"Well lets see what they ask, I'm glad
Rahdeem took the que. I have a feeling he a good man to work with"
::

::"And her ladyship?"::

::"Well now, she looks and acts like a Lady who is used to tell others what to do."::

::"Rich and spoiled?"::

::"Could be, hard times making her work for a living. Could be the sport and fun off it."::

::"I noted she went for the good white"::

::[i]"So she did, well hush now the other are talking, lets hear what they have to say.

GM:

Kn Local about the cult and nobles being talked about1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Seance motive on his lordship1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 is he hiding things from us?


Male Gnome uRogue 6 / Occultist 6 || Trickster 2 | HP 64/64 | AC 23 T 17 FF 17 | CMB + 3 CMD 19 | F+10 R+13 W+9 | INIT + 8| PERC + 13, 18vs Traps/ 15vs Ambushes (Lowlight Vision) MP 7/7

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
K Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Sense Motive roll is for trying to gauge that guard's reaction in regards to the invitation. Was he more inclined to attack before or after he saw the seals on it?

Roonie listens politely, gently grazing over the selection of foods, though the observant will detect an application of Purify Food and Drink before he eats anything cast as part of a small ritual blessing. He also does a quick look over the gathering with both Detect Magic and Detect Psychic Significance.

During the conversation he slips a small piece of lapis lazuli out of one of his pockets and rolls it around his tiny hand. He maintains a very respectable distance from both the Thakur, the small child, and the Lords having already caused a fair stir with his entrance.

"Well, I can suggest a few things for additional Security if you were interested in a professional opinion. Your outer layer is very soft and porous. I wandered around for close to 20 minutes longer than I should have been able to, especially for just a gentle probe. A more serious effort using limited resources could have possibly gotten me within this room. On the other hand... That man? He has good eyes. If you decide you can trust him, I'd use that. His instincts are decent, and can be trained further."

One of his tiny hands brushes across the acid wash etching his facial features for a moment before Nodding his acceptance.

"Won't be the first time I've been willing to interfere with a dark cult's plans. Won't be the last. Is there anything you can tell us on where you suggest we start, other cult or otherwise suspicious activity?"

For those using Detect Magic, Psionics and/or Psychic Significance, Roonie’s answer are in order: Yes (Armor, two Weapons, Headband, Clothes, Cloak), Yes (the stone he was playing with), and Yes (Something around his Neck, a Ring, his Belt and Headband). Yes, the headband is both Magic and Psychically Significant and he has a Psionic Item, but is not Psionically active himself.


Male Half-Elf Occ6/Cav6/Marshall2 | HP 92/92 | AC: 23 FF: 22 Touch: 11 | CMD: 24 | F:+12 R:+6 W:+8 | Init:+6 Per:+12 | Challenges 2/2 | Focus-Abj(4/4)-Tran(8/8)

Yander arrives at the noble's palace with the urchin and Junebug, the little girl sitting astride the massive warhorse.

After showing his invitation and being admitted to the courtyard he lifts the girl from the horse's back. He tells Junebug not to wander off, and the horse steps over into the shade of the wall to wait.

If questioned about the girl he explains that she is his interpreter and retainer.

When the food is served he pulls a sweet roll from one of the trays and hands it to the girl, but takes nothing for himself.

He listens to the man's story and tries to remember anything of note that he might have heard of these foreign gods.

knowledge religion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27


Male Sylph Kineticist/Marksman(Shroud) 6 | Tier 2 Champion || AC 21/15/16 | PP: 17/18 |HP: 88/96 [Nonlethal: 8] | Fort: +9 Ref: +10 Will: +8 | Init: +10 | Perception +13 | Darkvision 60 ft

As the conversation progressed, Rahdeem held his tongue while the others began to speak, watching them closely.

Hrm, both the lady and the gnome seem to know their trades well; no delay, jumping right into the right questions to ask. Clearly not their first time, if they're to be taken at their word...

Realizing the armored man has yet to speak, Rahdeem studies him for a moment.

...And this big man seems to be holding his tongue- hat's off to your discipline, sir. I'd bet anything he's a more clever knight than most I've met...

sense motive, Raziya: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
sense motive, Roonie,: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
sense motive, Yander: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31


LN Psion/Cryptic 6 | HP: 48/48 | AC: 18 ( Tch 14, Ff 16) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F:+2/6, R:6/10, W:8/12 | Init: +3| Perc: +14/16, SM +10 | Speed: 30ft | Power running: Empathy, Conceal Thoughts, Inertial Armor, PP PT[48/48] C[29/29] | Conditions: none

She places the toy gentility back down and stands. Looking approvingly at the thakur painting, In her odd uniform she smartly stands to attention a moment and curtly bows her head to him with deference. Before turning smartly and slowly making her way back to the group now bombarding poor Lord Raheem Pansidar with comments and questions. She has stops just off to one side her hands behind her back. A look of interest on her face.

Rahdeem of Breeze + GM:

::"Hello Rahdeem, please don't look shocked or panic, it's me Calista I hope you don't mind me talking to with telepathy, If you do I'll never do it again. But let me say Do not worry I can't read you mind with this, only hear what words you think at me. It's very useful and dose have the advantage of us not being overheard while others talk. So if your happy let me ask, do you know any of the others, there all new faces to me?"::

Use of mindlink
Concentration take 15, sounds odd but you can with psionics

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