[PFS] Season 0 run, mixed with Dragon's Demand

Game Master Irish202


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Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Ery pipes in. "I often think Id look good in a crown. King Ery, Lord of Kobold!" He muses, shaking his head, ending the jest.

He slides next to Gwen, placing a hand on her back, "I'm often amazed at how well you can just man-handle people."

"So, what now?"

The Exchange

Female Human 6th Level Brawler | HP 28/55 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 16 | CMD 28 (G 35/T 32) | Fort +8 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +2 | Perc +11 | MF - 2/6 | KO - 1/1 | PFS #: 13693-7

Gwen grins. "It helps growing up around several brothers and a father that doesn't quite know how to raise a little girl." She laughs a little. "Unfortunately its about the only thing I'm really good at. The rest of you can do so much more than I could ever dream."

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

Locke shifts footing, for a change a passionate tone in the chorus of voices.
Locke's arms are crossed.

"Don't downgrade yourself so much!", comes out swiftly.

"So what if it's the main skill you have been taught? You can pick up more as you go. Heh, the gods of luck know i've done my share of learning, in several ways, and gotten into situations for it, for better and worse.
Dreaming is fine, and trying to achieve or live to it as much as you can more so. I for one, dream of freedom to go where ever i want, whenever i want, like a bird in the sky, to have fun unrestricted.
Unshackled by what people tell me i should do with my life."

Locke's head shakes slowly, and a few open palm gestures accent the more casual tone.
"Heck, i've seen beauty contests in the various places i've been at.
You're beautiful, and could easily win one.....
My point, you're not limited, nor believe you are such, to one skill. If you do it well, keep it sharp, but you can do much more, i'm sure."

With a friendly chuckle, and the stance relaxing again:
"..and if you doubt my mentioning of such a beauty contest, i know a few people here and there....in case you're interested."

Grand Lodge

F Human Witch/6 (HP 38/38| AC:11 | T:11 | FF:10 | CMB:0 | CMD:11 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+3 | Will:+5 | Init:+1 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30) PFS#: 12713-4

Fiona listens to the others and stays silent for a while, then blurts out, "It's funny that you would speak about freedom. I would feel shackled behind the mask. Yes, you can do whatever you want with less consequences but nobody really knows you as long as you're hidden belong that mask. Complete freedom is fine, but complete anonymity is too high a price to pay for it."

She takes a breath, and adds, "I must admit that I also find 'fun' an odd purpose for life. There must be a greater purpose for us being here. What matters is how do we affect our surroundings, not feeling like free birds..."

With a lighter tone: "And how come you know so much about beauty contests? I always thought only fairy tales had those. The villages I visited never had any. In fact, I don't think I've met anyone who has been to a real one."

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

In ze stories I was told as a child, beauty contests often ended up with ze fey taking ze winner away. Did you see anything like zat happen? Tereze asks curiously.

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Ery smiles widely...
"Wait... Does this mean that Tereze, Fiona and you will be beauty contesting?"
Ery laughed, looking to Gwen with a raised brow.

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

....."Normally a mask should be a tool of convenient anonymity when it's needed, which used to be the case for me.

"Sadly...your words couldn't be more accurate now, and i'm trying to find a solution whenever i have time...i would appreciate not going into that topic, for the time being.", the words sound bitter.

Elven:

"I take it they are always this inquisitive?"

"Fun is different to us all. Ever done free running?
It's a simple yet competitive sport, though i'm moderate at best in it. It's got what i dream of.
The freedom to travel across the roofs, from one district in the city to another. Sunrises and sunsets couldn't be more beautiful than from the roof overlooking a city."

On the topic of knowing about beauty contests, Locke seems to be taken off guard.
"That has, a peculiar reason, heh.
Among my friends in Magnimar, there's a strong headed daughter of a well doing merchant. She's a bit of an idealist, and wanted to put girls from poorer districts in the spotlight.
I and the others agreed to help her set it up, in some way and another.
I'll not go into much detail there.
(chuckles softly) Anyway, she got it running, and some of the girls got jobs afterwards, one even married a minor noble.
I swear, you'd never see a noble so speechless than that day. She got sponsors afterwards, and has been trying to get a foothold in other cities with this method, trying to improve the situation there too.
The contests are held once in four months, with the last one having been 3 months ago. I've no idea where she'll set up the next one.
...Yet i've not seen fey in the big cities, trying to abduct pretty girls, no."

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Smirking, Ery looks to Locke with a nod.

Elven:

"They are women...and you are a mystery... Of course."

Listening further to Locke's tale Ery tea based machinations begin to turn... His eyes fade as he thinks, removing his hand from Gwen and placing it his chin.

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

Ominous plot twist in his character coming?

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

Tired with the endless chatter, Urbar leaves the group. He waves and says.
"See you later! I've had something on my mind for a while now, got to take care of it."
With those words he exits the cavern.

Grand Lodge

F Human Witch/6 (HP 38/38| AC:11 | T:11 | FF:10 | CMB:0 | CMD:11 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+3 | Will:+5 | Init:+1 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30) PFS#: 12713-4

Fiona shakes her head in shock at Locke's tale, "So these young women sold themselves during this beauty contest? That's horrible! How could you organize such a thing?!"

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

(Twitch on the temple behind the mask)

"Miss Fiona...you seem to have some things confused. Do not confuse me and my friends for slave traders or people 'merchants', those people i hate most. The traders, of course, not people who have your assumption. :P

These girls came from the poorer districts, where the chances of a stable life are lower than the average Joe in the streets get, even less so than for men."

Arms crossed, one index finger taps impatiently.
"These girls did not sell themselves, let that be perfectly clear.
I'd more than likely double kick a person's kneecap, or a man impotent, maybe twice over, if she or he 'buys' girls, or people in general, for what you mistake it for."

........

"These contests are as much for showing and promoting clothes, as they are for bringing the girls to the public's attention. Heck, they even money just for being in them.
Of course they won't stay on stage mute, and can tell whatever interests them. That noble fell in love...plain and simple, and the gods of luck know she got the same treatment on the spot.
Those girls, deserved a chance at a life with better circumstances.
That girl got happily married, i know of several who work in shops now, as paid employees, are you calling that selling themselves, like a cheap common whore?"

The agitation was a suppressed ring.
(Deep breath), the tone turns to neutral.
"You'd have to see it, before you can judge both the concept and those involved."

Locke makes a dismissive wave, "Let's just go back to that baroness woman and get our reward."

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Looking about, the elf senses an uneasy tension.
"Yeah... Best we catch a ride, head home, wash off this tension. Gwen, If you need a bath, I have access to the temple bath houses." He gave a playful wink before sliding away.

The Exchange

Female Human 6th Level Brawler | HP 28/55 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 16 | CMD 28 (G 35/T 32) | Fort +8 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +2 | Perc +11 | MF - 2/6 | KO - 1/1 | PFS #: 13693-7

Initially, Gwen likewise found the idea of women competing in a beauty contest to be strange; however, the more the thinks about the concept, the more she realized such things went inside Trunau, just without all the pageantry Locke mentioned. The more attractive girls in the small town competed for the more handsome men, and when several of those girls were after the same man... well, then things often got very interesting. Even Gwen would have given a wide berth to those young women... She starts to mention her opinion when Locke abruptly became incensed at Fiona's misunderstanding and almost exploded upon the young woman. "Easy now, Locke. A simple misunderstanding is no cause for such harsh tone with Fiona. Fiona, like me, come from more rural areas where such concepts are strange to us and sound more akin to slavery than whatever it is exactly."

She stops are looks at Ery for a moment, chuckles as she shakes her head, but before she can shove him into the wall he slinks away. "You're an idiot, Ery, but you're our idiot." She sniffs her clothes. "A hot bath and clean clothes doesn't sound terrible though. These tiny tunnels are grating on my nerves..."

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

I agree, a hot bath and good wine would be a welcome relief.

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

The tone wasn't yelling at Fiona, but an irritated summarizing of the context.
Locke's not meant to be a loud type nor intimidating type.

Locke realizes emotions had gotten the upper hand, and if they were both from the countryside, her view was understandable.

"I'm....sorry Fiona, there's few topics that can press a button for me.
People who sell off people, and my friends, are among those...
Tell you what, if you'd like, i'll answer as best i can questions you might have, on whatever. Since you seem wary of people wearing masks."

Locke mixes something from reagants, and drinks it.
For the time being, the chorus of voices is gone.

In the voice of the cheerful halfling waitress from the inn:
<"Shall we go? Being outside is much better, right?">

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

As the strange voice comes out of Locke's mouth, Tereze recoils in suprise.
What ze h.... She takes a second to recover then says: When did you learn to do zat? Zat could be very useful in sneaking in someplace particularly if you could disguise your appearance too...

Hmmmm. Zat raises a question, could someone not cheat in one of zese beauty contest with Magic?

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

Locke thickens the effect of the joke, using the manner of speech along with it.

<"Haha, this ah learned only recently, but i'm not ye' at the poin' where ah can turn meself into someone else. Ah migh' ge' there, suppose i' could be fun, yeah?
Although i don' know abou' clothing...if ah 'ave to be impersonae'ing a woman, ah could be finding meself in need of matching attire.
Bu' ah figure tha' by now, a' leas' in Magnimar, they'll 'ave got'en some sor' of measures fer tha'. Maybe someone te do some magic detection."
>

Having said this, Locke's head turns slightly towards Ery.
<"Don' ge' any crazy ideas ye hear, should i' ever come to tha'.">

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Already headed out of the cave, Ery responds to lock in the distance with a cackle that reverberates through the cave.
"If its lovely then you aught to be concerned! MWAHAHAHA!" His over-dramatic laughter eventually shifts to a giggle as he finally escapes...efforts with climbing made and all.

And now Ery may grow tea leaves from himself... Lord of Tea for truth!

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

Depending on what we feed him in quantities, he might sprout several flavors, on a rotating time span.

Grand Lodge

F Human Witch/6 (HP 38/38| AC:11 | T:11 | FF:10 | CMB:0 | CMD:11 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+3 | Will:+5 | Init:+1 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30) PFS#: 12713-4

Fiona winces at first, but Gwen's support and Locke's apology clearly make her feel better. She goes and squeezes Gwen's hand in gratitude, then approaches Locke, "Thanks... thanks Locke. I'm glad you feel that way towards slavery. In that case, these beauty contests might actually help those girls. It seems that some lives have been changed for the better."

And shortly afterwards, "Yes, let's go out. I could use some sunlight."

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

Before we go. Nighttail what else do you need to gather ze tribe and move to a new home?


I'm back! :D

"It is where we keep our eggs," Nighttail tells Tereze when she asks what's down the other fork in the hall. "If you want, I can show you."

You head back to the priest, and discuss the future of the kobold tribe. The kobold priest agrees with you that the tribe should relocate, though her main reason appears to be that living in a cave is just s$~*ty. Nighttail, now the new Chieftain of the tribe, agrees to relocate the tribe: "We will find a suitable place far away from human settlements, and I hope that damnable dragon never shows its face again."

If you decide to take a look at the 'nursery':
The northern half of the chamber consists of a two-foot-deep bowl-shaped section of smoothed stone covered with leaves and downy bird feathers. Carefully nested in this space are dozens of scaly, green-tinged kobold eggs, each about the size of an orange.

Two kobolds guard this place, but when they see Nighttail and the priest together, and the situation's explained to them, they stand down.

You eventually head back to Devy Manor, where Baroness Origena invites you for dinner. During dinner you tell her what has transpired in the cave system, and that Nighttail will relocate the tribe.

"I do hope this Nighttail keeps her promise," the Baroness says with a sour face. "If she doesn't keep her promise the consequences will be on your heads."

That's the end of (the sanctioned part of) chapter 1!

I will write your chronicle sheets asap. Please make Day Job rolls in the discussion thread, if you haven't already! :)

Enjoy your dinner at the manor. You will get your next mission here, after some more roleplaying.

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Ah-ha, transformation Rp...AWAY!

Returning to Devy Manor, Ery quickly takes his leave to a presented readying room. There he cleans his cloths with prestidigitation, mends some patches with mending and tries to enjoy a soothing wash before dinner.
For some reason, the water was even more soothing than normal. Perhap it was the estate, he thought, and the mood was simply superior to that of an inn. Though his appatite didn't seem to spring into action despite the long day.
After several minutes of simply soaking, Ery opened his eyes...Immidiatly he saw that the tangle vines that normally spawn from his forearms on had actually seemed to surface in patterns embedding painlessly into his skin. "Huh..." He mustered to say to himself enough will to repress a brief bout of panic. He shook his head and submerged himself. A moment later he surfaced...clumps of his hair everywhere.
The elf's eyes widened. His hands slowly raised to his scalp to find he still seemed to have a lush head of hair. His anxiety shifted to confusion.
"What in the hells?" He said allowed as he took to his feet from the bath and walked to a standing mirror. His eyes widened once more, his jaw hung open.
The elf's head had become crowned with foliage. A patch of free swaying grass or thin vines of sorts...Veridian in color.
"Oh Come on!" He shouted at the mirror.
This is ridicules!" He turned to gather his cloths and slip them on. He muttered to himself as he constantly peeked at the mirror hoping it was all in his head...which it was...and atop of it.

The Exchange

Female Human 6th Level Brawler | HP 28/55 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 16 | CMD 28 (G 35/T 32) | Fort +8 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +2 | Perc +11 | MF - 2/6 | KO - 1/1 | PFS #: 13693-7

Upon their return Devy Manor, and the subsequent invite to dinner, Gwen looks down at her filthy clothing and grimaces. She steps over to Tereze and Fiona with a whisper. "I've never been to a fancy dinner party like this before. I don't really know what to wear..." She blushes with embarrassment. "Do you think you two could help me go find something?"

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

Urbar comes an hour late to the dinner, walking inside with his muddy boots still on. By his side is his new companion, a ridiculously large wolf. The animal, near 6 feet long and 2.5 feet high, has slate gray fur and razor sharp teeth.
Urbar takes a seat at the table, his dirty clothes immediately soiling the chair, and his wolf sits down next to him. He fills a plate and sets it on the ground in front of the animal before filling his own plate. He stares everyone at the table down, daring them to challenge what he just did. His eyes eventually rest on Ery and his eyebrows shoot up.
"What happened to you?!"
A moment later he starts laughing.

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

Locke headed back for the room at the inn, and asked for the possibility of a bath in private, with none to disturb for its duration.

Contemplating the events that had transpired, and more particular that the shy countryside witch had disrupted the Locke's own calm, which many others couldn't distort, caused Locke to softly laugh.

Cleaning the mantle from the few spots acquired in the caves, Locke rummaged through the backpack.

"Where is it, where is...ah."

<Multiple clicks>

At the dinner, not much in Locke's leather and black mantle had changed.
Some well placed silver colored buttons added a more formal looking motif to the clothing.

"Pardon for me not taking off this mask, lady baroness.
But there's a strong personal reason for it, no offense meant."

When Urbar came in with the lupine, and the such described blunt way, Locke wondered what the Baroness would do. Would she call for guards, let it pass, something else entirely?

"Nice pet, where'd you find it?"

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

It has been many years since I was at one of zese gatherings. Back at ze wagons, we used to be invited to ze nobles home after particularly impressive performances.

Ze protocol did differ somewhat between each area, but in general simply be polite and follow ze lead of others at the table. But we do obviously each need a bath, a nice dress and maybe some simple jewelry.

I plan on heading into town to see if we can get zose nessessarities. It sounds like Gwen you will be coming too. Fiona would you like to come also? You may really enjoy ze reaction you get from others if you are wearing a nice dress.

Steph, looking for a couriers outfit, and some basic jewelry. Maybe matching ear rings and necklace set. Can we get those in town?


@Tereze: That should be possible!

I will wait for everyone to show up at the dinner before I proceed, to keep the story from jumping back and forth in time! :P

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Having arrived late to dinner, the elf took his seat. He wore a simple green vest and light cotton brown, short-sleeve shirt. His pants, a sturdy material of brown as well, tucked into his cleaned boots.
Hearing Urbar's comment the elf shot a glare in his direction but quickly stifled the feeling. "I am achieving perfection as Lord of Tea." Ery said simply, his eyes nearly closed as he took a glass of wine and placed it to his lips.
Beneath the table, one of his hands was firmly pressed into the underside. Vines strongly desiring to lash out and knock the human off his rocker...he resisted making a commotion...for now.
"You have a wolf?" Ery raised a brow, realizing urbar had a new companion.

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

Urbar's eyes narrow on Ery.
"No one has a wolf."
On a lighter note he adds.
"It is a partnership of sorts."
He pets the large wolf with a warm smile, something he hasn't shown yet to the group.
"He's still a pup, isn't he cute."

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

"Cute is not a word I'd ever consider you using...no matter the reason." Ery raises a brow at Urbar, his eyes shifting to the 'pup'.
"Think it can eat Kobolds?"

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

Urbar's look turns thoughtful.
"Might be, though he is still too young to hunt such large prey."
He turns his eyes back on the wolf and a smile reappears on his face. A moment later he turns back to Ery.
"But, what happened to you? Did you decide to suddenly grow your own tea? Though efficient I would have decided for a plant..."

The wolf, sadly, is still level one. Next level I will push him to 5 with a feat, but till then he is fairly weak. A kobold on the other hand shouldn't be too hard to deal with ;P

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

"Yes."
Ery responds with snoot turn to his wine.

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

Gwen/Fiona do you want to role play out shopping or head straight to dinner and join the men?

Steph: If we are bypassing the roleplaying, I would ask the tailor/seamstress what fashion the Baroness favors and go with that. I'm guessing some form of Gown and Kirtle unless the local fashion is skirt and Pettycoats. (Poofy skirts)

Either way she would use this as a excuse to dress up, and given she is young, emphasize her hourglass figure. Based on what she hears the baroness's taste is would depend on how low cut her bodice is. If it's low cut she would go with a necklace to draw the eye and high necked with a broach instead.

In either case she is accessorizibg with matching earrings, and possibly a ring, as well as soft boots approprate for riding or dancing.

She also would want a bath and her hair done before heading to dinner. Hopefully she can get both at the inn.

The Exchange

Female Human 6th Level Brawler | HP 28/55 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 16 | CMD 28 (G 35/T 32) | Fort +8 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +2 | Perc +11 | MF - 2/6 | KO - 1/1 | PFS #: 13693-7

Im always down for some role-playing! i'm not sure how busy Fiona is so perhaps we should just go ahead and start Gwen and Tereze while we wait to hear back from her.

Gwen follows behind to the village, looking a little uncomfortable. " i've never really dressed up before, so I don't really know what I'm doing. I'm placing my trusting you not to let me look silly. Don't worry about jewelry, I have enough rings for all of us." She opens up her belt pouch, and remove the small box containing 10 jeweled rings.!


@Urbar: You're going to use steroids on your wolf? Poor thing.

@Tereze: Let's do petticoats for a change! You can get a bath and your hair done at the inn. If you want to roleplay your visit to the tailor/seamstress, do you want me to create the setting? Feel free to do it yourself, if that's what you and the other girls want. Considering you're all most active when I'm asleep the latter would make the roleplaying a bit more fluent/faster.

Grand Lodge

F Human Witch/6 (HP 38/38| AC:11 | T:11 | FF:10 | CMB:0 | CMD:11 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+3 | Will:+5 | Init:+1 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30) PFS#: 12713-4

Sorry - had another streak of busy days!
Fiona is completely clueless about this entire thing, and seeing how easily Tereze and Locke think about and plan their appearance makes her feel inadequate again. She follows Tereze and Gwen to the village, but stands awkwardly without really knowing what to do. When Gwen offers her rings, she blurts "I'm sorry, I don't have anything to share with you. I don't even know what to wear or how to act. I've never really been to one of these dinners. I only heard about them from stories, none of these lords and ladies would really care about us or the villagers near us. They'd show up every once in a while, yes, but only to speak with the village elders - which usually meant more taxes." She lowers her eyes and breaths deeply. "I'm sorry, I'm not speaking to the point. This is all still new to me. I never really understood how to dress well, and Elvira was the only person who ever took care of my hair."

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

You have never.... In zat case come with me. We spend so much time slogging zrough sewers, caves and deserts that I often wondered if we would ever get a chance to wear ze dresses I used to love so much in the wagons. Oh you are going to love it.

Dressing up and knowing zat you look good makes you feel more confident, self assured and well she giggles particularly when you see how easily men will do whatever you want. Zink about it Gwen, Ery is falling over himself to get your attention now. Fix your hair up, maybe wear a girdle to emphasize your slim waist and long flowing skirt to highlight your legs and he will be begging to do anything just for more time with you.

Fiona, I know zat under your worn clothing and ragged hair zere is a beautiful young woman hidden away. I have seen her in ze numerous times you have literally helped me up when I have fallen down. You are strong, competent and kind, it is time to stop hiding zat and to let others see zis too.
You say zat ze Nobles zat came to your village could care less about you, well zis past year has showed just how wrong zey are. In just 12 months, not only have you earned far more money zen most of zem ever will, you have seen places zey never dreamed of, met people and overcame challenges zat would send them to zeir beds shaking in fear, and become a trusted friend to both Gwen and I. What more could anyone ask for?

She smiles as grabs both her friends hands, and pulls them toward the clothier shop.

Come on girls, let's get you some new clothing that will have ze boys eating out of our hands. Maybe it was ze way I was brought up, but I always feel like I am a different person when I dress up. A stronger more desirable woman who can do anything. I hope you both feel ze same way.

As she pulls Gwen and Fiona into the shop she turns to the owner. Mistress please, my friends and I have been invited to dine with ze Barroness tonight and we obviouly can not arrive in zese clothes. We have heard great zings about your design skills, what can you do to help us prepare for tonight? We do not wish to offend, but at the same time we are all young and would prefer to wear something zat flatters...

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

Urbar keeps staring at Ery's hair and suddenly he is overcome by a strange curiosity.
"How... Does it taste?"
He says, unsure if he even wants to find out.

In the meanwhile his wolf has moved under the table and has moved to the other side of the table to Ery. He nuzzles the elf for food, not having been trained fairly well yet.

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 2

The Exchange

Female Human 6th Level Brawler | HP 28/55 | AC 19 | T 14 | FF 16 | CMD 28 (G 35/T 32) | Fort +8 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +2 | Perc +11 | MF - 2/6 | KO - 1/1 | PFS #: 13693-7

Gwen smiles nervously as she follows behind Tereze, still not quite sure how to feel about this. If Tereze, and by extension many of the women Gwen grew up around, were any indication, then this opportunity was supposed to be enjoyable. She had never really had any woman's clothing growing up, her mother died while she was very young, and her father had given away all her clothing as they reminded him too much of the pain of her loss... After Tereze approaches the owner and speaks with her, Gwen suddenly leans over to whisper to Tereze. "This may seem odd, but do you think she would be able to find a way to incorporate my Hopeknife into my clothes? It's very important to me..." She smiles, but then suddenly remembers something. "Oh! And my kapenia?"

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

The elf pets the wolf but gently pushes the pup away. "I don't have anything." He says, looking down to the animal. He then looks back to Urbar.
"I suppose I'm not in season to sprout tea leaves...yet." He mused.

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

Handle animal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Urbar whistles and the wolf returns to him.
"Not in season..."
Urbar says as he shakes his head. He points at his hair and his arms and asks another question, still overcome by his weird curiosity.
"Those the only two spots everything turned green...?"

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

Ery smirks, shaking his head.
"Urbar, I'm surprised in you. Elves don't have body hair." Ery gave a playful wink while lifting his forearm to reveal the embedded vines while running a hand through his verdant hair.
"And Here I thought you were more worldly."

Grand Lodge

F Human Witch/6 (HP 38/38| AC:11 | T:11 | FF:10 | CMB:0 | CMD:11 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+3 | Will:+5 | Init:+1 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30) PFS#: 12713-4

Fiona follows Tereze into the shop, not really knowing what to expect. Getting clothes was never a special occasion for her, she wore whatever was available at the hut in which she grew up, and afterwards she never really paid enough attention to which dresses would best fit her. She watches the shopkeeper and Tereze chat, and wanders off to look around the shop. She brushes her hand against some of the fabrics, feeling how soft and smooth they are. Her eye eventually falls on a green dress, which she asks to try on.

Dark Archive

Female Human Oracle Lvl 9 (HP 83/83 | AC:20 | T:11 | FF:19 | CMB:7 | CMD:18 | Fort:+6 | Ref:+5 | Will:+8 | Init:+5 | Perc:0 | Speed 30) PFS#: 172834-1
Spells:
Remaining 4th: 4/5, 3rd: 7/7, 2nd: 6/7, 1st: 6/7, Channel Energy: 5/5, Master of Pentacles: 1/1, Energy Body 9/9, Boots 3/3

Tereze chats with the shop keeper discussing with her the fashions of the local area.

As she sees Fiona stop at the green dress she and the shop keeper come over and talk to her.
Fiona, seems to like this one, and I must say the green will go quite well with her coloring. What do you think Mistress Stom, do you think you could adjust this for her? You would of course need to let down the hem a little to account for her petticoats. We want her to be comfortable
And Gwen what gold rings do you have? Gold would compliment this dress perfectly and maybe we could find a gold necklace to complete the outfit?

Have you found anything that catches your eye Gwen? If you use your could hang your [I]Hopeknife from it.

I plan on using my Kepenia as another layer over my skirt, but then I do not have the wonderful sleek profile you do. My hips mean I need to go with a skirt, and I do not have he option of a sleek gown like you could pull off.
Kepenia[/I] as a girtle, you it would not only break up your gown, you
Fiona, not having any physical description of your character at all is a bit hard here. I've got a vision of her in my head (something like this but I don't want to push that if it's nothing like what you wanted.

Also if someone else (Steph, Ery, Urbar or Locke)wants to play the shop keeper or side characters, jump on in. This wasn't intended to exclude the rest of you.

Grand Lodge

M Human Ranger (HP 52/52 | AC:21 | T:14 | FF:16 | CMB:10 | CMD:23 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +8 | Will:+4 | Init: +3 | Perc:+10 | Speed 20)
Ulfa:
(HP 39/39 | AC:23 | T:13 | FF:20 | CMB:+7 | CMD:20 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +7 | Will:+3 | Init: +3 | Perc:+6 | Speed 30)

That pic is awesome and totally fits!

Urbar raises an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I've never seen the body of an elf. As you might have noticed I keep out of cities as much as possible."
He shakes his head at Ery.
"What do you think is keeping the women? You think we should go look for them?"

Dark Archive

Male Elven| Sorc 6/Ora 1|
Resources:
Spells: (Sorc1 5/7| Sorc2 5/5|Sorc3 3/3 | Oracle 5/5)| Tangle Vine 6/6| Wooden Weapon 6/6 |Wands: Charm (49)| End. Elem (30)
Stats:
HP:32 (-14 from con loss) | AC:15(19) (13/12(16)) | Saves:+2/+5/+8 |Initiative:+3|Perc:+3|Diplomacy/Bluff:+19/+16| Sense Motive: +12|+1 Longbow +7 Atk 1d8+1 dmg 20/20

"Sylvan-esk peoples.. Are more nature attuned." He says with a shrug.
"as for the women, who knows? I think They're fine. I'm sure they're just discussing things...like...cloths?"
He paused in thought.
"Give them a bit, worse case scenario is that they have been kidnapped and it will be up to us to save our would-be princesses."
He laughs.

Liberty's Edge

F Human Grenadier 9
Spoiler:
[HP: 63/63, AC 20/14/14, F+8/R+11/W+5, CMB +6, CMD 20, Perc. +12, Init +4, Bombs 12/12, Temp HP 0/0]

"Don't underestimate the discussing, it can be lengthly.
I doubt they'll get kidnapped, though, in this backwater place."


Someone asked for the shopkeeper?

The shopkeeper, a young woman with smooth shoulder length raven black hair and some Tian features, stands behind the counter, adding a few decorations to a dress she has on display.

When the ladies enter, she looks up and puts her needle and kit away.

"Good morning, may i be of service to you?
If so, is it for an occasion, or just something you've got to have?"

When Tereze asks what the local fashion is like, she smiles.
"Oh, that can vary. The city's not exactly at the most prominent of trade routes, fashion changes with seasons longer than most cities.
Anyway, let me show you."

She shows Tereze several sorts, ranging from long dresses with flat colors and decorations, dresses based on corsets with a long skirt. She also had some that were more casual clothes, but added to it were some shiny buttons or motifs in colors that gave it a certain formal style to it.
All could have either long sleeves or short sleeves.

When Fiona comes up and asks her about the dress, she nods.
"Of course you can, it would match your figure pretty well."
This dress?
Or this one?

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