| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Gravlax approaches Rev on his rounds. He stands back, out of the way, and doesn't give any outward indication of how long it took him to find Rev.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Gravlax approaches Rev on his rounds. He stands back, out of the way, and doesn't give any outward indication of how long it took him to find Rev.
Rev doesn't acknowledge Gravlax right away. He finishes up with the patient whose cut he was stitching with needle and thread. Once that is done,
"Something happen?" He asks.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
|
He wraps his arms about her, pulling them both onto their sides. With his face nestled in her hair, he murmurs, "Well, you'll be getting lots of both then." After a time, he pulls the covers over them and returns to the former position, cuddling close to her.
He grins back. "I look forward to it."
He will then walk her back to Azhar and then home.
He undresses the rest of the way, helping her up, taking the swordbelt off her and pulling her into bed. He lets her come back to herself as he strokes her hair. "Thank you, Jan. That was wonderful."
Cassian nods, confirming the old man's guess. "I am... was a fan. He met me at the stables, and saw the opportunity to use me in that way, to engineer a horseback riding accident. Mauro Atenaar embarrassed Thesing and he wants revenge. That's who he wants to destroy. If you want confirmation, I'll take you to Thesing now, as the man I 'hired.' Hear it from his own lips."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Rev doesn't acknowledge Gravlax right away. He finishes up with the patient whose cut he was stitching with needle and thread. Once that is done,
"Something happen?" He asks.
Gravlax shakes his head. "I just wanted to ask you about Pharasma again, and I thought maybe it wouldn't be too disruptive if you talked to me while you were working." He thinks for a moment. "Although if you honestly need a full day to delve into the matter, I can check back with you next week."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Gravlax shakes his head. "I just wanted to ask you about Pharasma again, and I thought maybe it wouldn't be too disruptive if you talked to me while you were working." He thinks for a moment. "Although if you honestly need a full day to delve into the matter, I can check back with you next week."
Rev shrugs. "Next week may never come." He washes his hands. Once they are clean and dry, he offers Gravlax a small smile. "It's been a while, remind me, what would you like to know about?"
| chavamana |
|
Mathalen follows Gravlax into the dark basement, stumbling into him for a moment before a word from Amaya, still outside, and she tosses in a pebble that fills the space with light, illuminating the nest of snakes ready to strike.
Five huge vipers, one decidedly latger with a deep red color and red glowing eyes, move towards the three by the window. The king snake darts forward it's fangs digging into Azhar's arm.
The other snakes swarm over Gravlax and Mathalen, each of them managing to dodge one attack but fall prey to the other
Azhar's first swipe slashing at the snake that bit Mathalen but his follow-through skips over the scales on the big red king snake. Gravlax attempts to tumble over the snakes () to get flanking from Mathalen then slashes at the snake.
snake 4 -20
Azhar -10, poisoned
Gravlax -2
Mathalen -2
| chavamana |
|
|
She smiles back, "I'll be working on it, but I'm sure you all will continue to get better too."
"So, when you met other people that follow Pharasma, you expect them to have similar values, perhaps values that you don't expect to see in the other people who don't share your faith?" He shrugs, "I don't have the same standards for everyone, yes."
She follows him in, looking a great deal like a child moving into an adult's space. She looks at the gloomy sky outside, "Coffee, please?" Then she moves into the room he indicated. It takes her a while, but around the time Rev finishes the coffee her head pops out, "I can't get the last few buttons." The golden dress clinging to her curves and the slit showing off her legs.
She sinks into him, breathing steady, a smile on her lips.
She molds her body against his as she he strokes her hair. Her eyes open, smile on her lips, Looks up at the dagger in her headboard, She skips kisses over his collarbone,
The old man stands up, "Let me change first, then you lead the way." About ten minutes later, the old dottari comes back looking like one of few old men who has clawed his way to the top of crime in Rego Crua. "Lead the way, son." His voice, stil mild, contrast to the disguise.
A little while after the lunch break, Cassian and Calseinica are let through the door that leads to the workroom floor. There the pair can see Amaya and an older Tien man creating vases and platters of colorful glass. In the background there are three men, one of whom is Azhar, ensuring the kilns are heated and the molten tubs of glass are ready.
Calseinica waves to Azhar, pointing out Cassian, and then seems ready to leave, having achieved her purpose in being there.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
|
Calseinica awakens in an empty bed, but she finds a full goblet of water on her nightstand, next to a single rose.
He lets out a little chuckle. "It's kind of adorable, actually. Although it will require a little maintenance." He pulls the dagger from the headboard, reloads the sheath and sets them with his clothes. "You know, I can't get your fantasy out of my head now. You got your claws into me, girl." His tone affectionate as he strokes the contours of her muscles, fascinated by the shape of them.
Cassian shows up at Calseinica's house in the afternoon, after his meetings are done with. As normal, he quickly scales her wall and appears on her balcony, letting himself in.
Cassian nods first to the old man, then to the two women. He'll lead the dottari to Thesing's house, pointing to a corner where Janiven and Tarvi can wait for them. After that, he knocks at the door.
Cassian gives a little shrug, and appears content to leave as well.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Fiosa 13th
She smiles back, "I'll be working on it, but I'm sure you all will continue to get better too."Areal
"So, when you met other people that follow Pharasma, you expect them to have similar values, perhaps values that you don't expect to see in the other people who don't share your faith?" He shrugs, "I don't have the same standards for everyone, yes."Fiosa dress
She follows him in, looking a great deal like a child moving into an adult's space. She looks at the gloomy sky outside, "Coffee, please?" Then she moves into the room he indicated. It takes her a while, but around the time Rev finishes the coffee her head pops out, "I can't get the last few buttons." The golden dress clinging to her curves and the slit showing off her legs.
"You're way too modest. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were acting." He teases.
Rev's tone isn't rude or anything. Rather, he's patiently explaining. "Not really. Pharasma knows I'm not one with room to judge. Besides, there's only one tenant we all agree on, and that's our intolerance of the undead. Besides that, what happens is between me and Pharasma. Just as what any other disciple of Pharasma does is between them and her. Now if you happen to be a priest, maybe you have more room to talk, after all, priests teach scripture. But even then teachers know that students learn best by doing. Without mistakes one never truly learns. Rather one merely parrots. So maybe what you should think about is, are your teaching methods working? Because they don't seem to be." He offers.
"How do you know if your interpretation of doctrine is the right one?"
Rev makes the coffee, it's smell permeating the apartment. Real coffee.
He looks down at where she is poking her head out. A small smile, "Asking for help? Is that a good idea?" His tone teasing. He comes over. "Turn around?" He requests as he tears his gaze away from her pretty legs.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
|
AC:18
hp: 55-10=45
Fort:5-2 ref:5 will:2
Fort Save dc17:
"Yup. Not pleasant at all. How the heck I missed you brutes, I'll probably never know."
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
-2 AC if Cleaving
Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
crit confirmation on cleave:
to hit: Power Attack
additional damage: Power Attack inc.
Cassian gives a little shrug, and appears content to leave as well.A little while after the lunch break, Cassian and Calseinica are let through the door that leads to the workroom floor. There the pair can see Amaya and an older Tien man creating vases and platters of colorful glass. In the background there are three men, one of whom is Azhar, ensuring the kilns are heated and the molten tubs of glass are ready.
Calseinica waves to Azhar, pointing out Cassian, and then seems ready to leave, having achieved her purpose in being there.
Azhar does look relieved. He gives them a nod, a wave and a smile that says "thank you for letting me know". His attention seems more intent on the work at hand than is probably necessary for what he is doing.
| Melilot Took |
|
|
"If the double entendre is part of the price, I will gladly pay," Gravlax says. "Do you want that now, or when you've finished?"
she says, finishing her notes.
| Melilot Took |
|
|
She smiles, shrugs, "He catches himself and stops when he realizes what he is doing."
Looks at Melilot, "Thank you for wanting me to go with you to the mayor's." She grins widely, "Anything I should be prepared for?"
she answers.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Rev shrugs. "Next week may never come." He washes his hands. Once they are clean and dry, he offers Gravlax a small smile. "It's been a while, remind me, what would you like to know about?"
"What it feels like," Gravlax says. "Her assonance. Like the pressure before a storm? Or is it just like breathing? Or something else entirely? For a variety of reasons, I have been curious."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Gravlax strikes again at the snake he flanks.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Gravlax keeps good pace with Mathalen.
"I won't always succeed, but I will try," he says. "Which sounds a little vapid when I say it out loud -- but I do mean it."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
she says, finishing her notes.
Gravlax whips out his money as she speaks, and pays Melilot. "You will forgive me for not leaving the traditional spot of mess," he says, "but I must be off. To work."
| chavamana |
|
|
She chuckles herself, the sound not quite as broken as it was even a few days ago.
She shivers as he strokes her, goosebumps chasing his fingers. Her head settles against his body, her own body tight with the feeling that built in her as she pleasured him, as he used her. A note of wonder, a dash of fear, and a great deal of pure desire,
She reaches up, pulls a dagger from under her pillow, a beautifully crafted item that she doesn't seem to bother to leave sheathed. She slides it back, Her voice, for all its cracked quiet, very serious.
As he lets himself in, he finds her in a simple pale cotton dress, it's lack of decoration making her stunning beauty all the more obvious. She keeps trying on two different jackets, one pink, one dark blue, obviously trying to decide which makes her look better for her afternoon with him.
Tarvi and Janiven fade into the shadows, Janiven a little better at doing so but Tarvi sinking into them with almost scary ease. The old dottari looks at them, then at Cassian, a silent approval from the old man at not drawing them into danger more than needed.
There is again a long pause before Thesing opens the door, his eyes bloodshot and a slight gilded tinge to his nostrils and his teeth. He looks at the old bruiser with a unconcerned air of confusion, then finally spots Cassian. He lifts one sculpted eyebrow, a sneer in his voice when he addresses the rogue, "So this guy's better than you?"
Arael nods, "I suppose that makes sense, given that most of Pharasma's orders are not as structured as other gods."
He smiles, "Truthfully, if you every think your interpretation is the absolute, then you have probably done something wrong." He smiles, "But Iomedae was a human before she was a god. She was born here is Westcrown, studied here, learned to fight here, and stood on the line of battle for Aroden all when she was human. Her writing from then, the writing of her companions when she was touched by Aroden and became his herald. The deeds she did and the manner in which she did them, are a bedrock for belief in her divinity." He shrugs, "You may still believe in her, but if you take a path you know that she would never walk, one that breaks from core tenants of her faith, yes, I judge that far more harshly in one who follows my faith, than one who does not."
She grins, turning, "Asking for help always carries dangers, but knowing that other people are there to help," She turns back when he finishes the button, blushing slightly when she realizes the draw of her legs. She clears her throat, finishing her sentence, "Knowing that there are people you can get help from - that gives you far more strength in the end."
She smiles up at him, "No man is an island and no person should have to be." She turns to look into the mirror and stops shocked. A small squeak,
Janiven's "work" outfit is fitted black leather pants, black cotton shirt, long-sleeved, finely made chain shirt, and she normally carries a masterwork longsword, a masterwork longbow and a quiver of arrows.
i fear i rather lost my temper with him a few days ago
"Was it a misunderstanding or did he deserve your temper?" Fiosa asks, her hand reaching over and gently squeezing Melilot's.
danger intrigue drunken revelry she answers. that sort of thing
She hrumps, "I'm not much one for intrigue, but if that is the first hurdle we need to overcome to get to the vault and hopefully rid the Wiscrani street of night shadow..." She smiles, the hope in her lighting up her features, almost shining from her blank eyes, "then that is the task before us."
They touch the front door of the apartment Gravlax lives in at almost the exact same moment, much to the disapproved glare of the landlady. Mathalen glares suspiciously at Gravlax, an effect ruined by her smile, as she slumps against the stone wall of the first floor of the building. "You weren't hold back were you?"
She kisses the back of his neck softly, "It sounds wonderful, not vapid." She pulls away just enough that she can sit next to him, "I can show you the place tomorrow, it isn't that far from home."
| Melilot Took |
|
|
Gravlax whips out his money as she speaks, and pays Melilot. "You will forgive me for not leaving the traditional spot of mess," he says, "but I must be off. To work."
she says gravely as she accepts the payment.
| Melilot Took |
|
|
"Was it a misunderstanding or did he deserve your temper?" Fiosa asks, her hand reaching over and gently squeezing Melilot's.
Melilot admits.
She hrumps, "I'm not much one for intrigue, but if that is the first hurdle we need to overcome to get to the vault and hopefully rid the Wiscrani street of night shadow..." She smiles, the hope in her lighting up her features, almost shining from her blank eyes, "then that is the task before us."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
|
She lets him move her hands down, her breath speeds up, which just make the dress that much more interesting.
"Beautiful." He whispers to her, "Whether you decide on this one or not, I'm going to to get it for you." His eyes perhaps showing a little more of the desire her in this dress evokes in him, then he would normally want evidenced at this time. He is, after all, trying not to completely scare her off with how "everyone will be viewing her". "shall we try the others?"
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
|
As she mentions the danger he'll be in, his body stirs, yet he nods. "What a way to go," he murmurs. And then, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Might be fun to see if you could. Before I had you completely helpless." He leans in and brushes a kiss over her scar.
He wraps his arms around her, kissing her neck, and lightly stroking her belly. "The blue," he says.
"Indeed he is, my lord. Much, much better."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Unabashed by this line of teasing she shrugs, "I've seen people who have had far harder lives than I and I've met some who have gone on to do more than I. With that in mind, it is easy to not get a fat head about a little extra strength."
Arael
Arael nods, "I suppose that makes sense, given that most of Pharasma's orders are not as structured as other gods."He smiles, "Truthfully, if you every think your interpretation is the absolute, then you have probably done something wrong." He smiles, "But Iomedae was a human before she was a god. She was born here is Westcrown, studied here, learned to fight here, and stood on the line of battle for Aroden all when she was human. Her writing from then, the writing of her companions when she was touched by Aroden and became his herald. The deeds she did and the manner in which she did them, are a bedrock for belief in her divinity." He shrugs, "You may still believe in her, but if you take a path you know that she would never walk, one that breaks from core tenants of her faith, yes, I judge that far more harshly in one who follows my faith, than one who does not."
Fiosa dress
She grins, turning, "Asking for help always carries dangers, but knowing that other people are there to help," She turns back when he finishes the button, blushing slightly when she realizes the draw of her legs. She clears her throat, finishing her sentence, "Knowing that there are people you can get help from - that gives you far more strength in the end."She smiles up at him, "No man is an island and no person should have to be." She turns to look into the mirror and stops shocked. A small squeak, "You are really good at this."
heads up for the mayor's party
Janiven's "work" outfit is fitted black leather pants, black cotton shirt, long-sleeved, finely made chain shirt, and she normally carries a masterwork longsword, a masterwork longbow and a quiver of arrows.
"See, and that is why I like you so much. Your head is in perfect proportion to the rest of you. Have you ever noticed how dwarves look like bobble heads, with their thick skulls and stubby little legs?" He ribs her good naturedly, although with probably imagery she's never wanted to consider.
"Therein lies your problem. You're judging one human based off another human's teachings. And humans are by nature fallible. Instead of judging you should be trying to understand."
Rev smiles back at her as she meets his eyes. He really likes Fiosa, and she's beautiful to boot. For a moment it takes all of his willpower not to do what his body is shouting at him to do. If he was even one ounce less honorable, she would probably be out of the dress and moaning on the bed. Instead of indulging his impulses however, he, steps back to admire the halfling before him. "You're stunning all on your own. The dress is designed not to take away from that. If I've learned anything about women's clothing in all my years of taking it off women, it's that women's clothing is design to disguise the person underneath. I didn't want that for you. You shouldn't have to hide how beautiful you are." Fiosa is his friend, so he is rather brutally honest with her.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
"What it feels like," Gravlax says. "Her assonance. Like the pressure before a storm? Or is it just like breathing? Or something else entirely? For a variety of reasons, I have been curious."
"Pharasma came to me when I was a teenager. She isn't like other deities. She isn't all happiness and light, and she isn't evil and intimidating. Rather, she just is. In fact, everyone comes to her in the end. But she, she came to me ...first." He starts.
"So, first, do you want some boring backstory... or should I just skip to the part where I became a cleric?" He goes into his bag and takes out a couple of cigars and offers one to Gravlax. He also takes out a flask and two shot glasses. They're probably used for dosing medication, as they have lines indicating volume on them. He pours a golden liquor out of the flask into the glasses. Puts one on the table in front of Gravlax, and takes the other for himself. If Gravlax smells or tastes it, it's whiskey with a touch of honey. Rev takes a sip from his glass.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Gravlax nods to the landlady, then grins at Mathalen. "I must be more tired than I thought," he says, panting. "I was sure I could outrun you."
"I would like you to show me the place tomorrow," he says, resuming dinner. "And I will wear the chain shirt if you'll wear the leathers."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Gravlax takes a stool. He perches comfortably on the end of it. He declines the cigar, but sips at the liquor.
"Start far enough back so that the story makes sense," Gravlax says. "I have time."
| chavamana |
|
She smiles up at him shyly, then goes up her toes to brush a little kiss on his lips before ducking back behind the curtain. She comes back out in a minute in a short dress that matches her eyes almost perfectly. The short shirt shows off her legs while the simple neckline and long sleeves makes the dress more modest on the top.
She shivers against him, her hand stroking over him. "I am a light sleeper, you would have to be very careful. Quiet." Her other hand goes down between her legs, brushing over her lips.
She screams in surprise, jumping as he touches her. Then shivers against him when she sees him. "Hi." She blushes, "I'm late aren't I?"
She turns in his arms, hugging him, "I found a place that has a varied line of men's clothing." She pulls on the blue jacket before turning to the bedroom door, opening it without thought of who might see him inside. "I know it is a bit drab this week, but it's only a few blocks, if you don't mind walking?" With a glowing smile, far brighter that the environment outside.
"Fine," Thesing sighs, tossing a few gold coins towards Cassian, before opening the door a bit wider to let in the old man.
The door is then unceremoniously slammed in Cassian's face.
She looks surprised, "Really?" She frowns slightly, "I've never seen a dwarf, they sound... odd."
Arael raises one eyebrow, "Just because someone is fallible and may err doesn't mean there shouldn't be an ideal to strive for." His voice earnest, "When you accept that all paths are equally valid, you take away the drive to strive for good."
He shrugs, "Not all paths are equivalent, the laws of Asmodeus are not the laws of Abadar and certainly not the laws of Iomedae." He looks serious, "And that is true for Pharasma. When life fades, she will judge each of us and when that time comes, I want to have made the choices that will let me serve Iomedae in the world's beyond. And that should be a goal of any of her believers."
She is quiet for a moment, "I am happy to wear this to the mayor's party, because it is appropriate for the event and it is what is needed and expected." She smiles, meaning nothing harsh by what follows, "But there are many times when it is far better to be unnoticed and ignored. Times when that allows you to do far more good than being noticed for an attractive physical package."
Her smile is softer for a moment, "But thank you for not wanting me to need to hide."
Mathalen looks at the disapproving landlady, then back at Gravlax, her smile transforming into quiet laughter that shakes her body even as she gasps for breath. Heedless of the woman, she leans up and kisses him, "Guess there is no winner this time then."
"That I can do." A pause, then quietly, "And thank you, the leather does look a bit lighter." Another pause, "You are just going to have to show me how to put the bloody thing on, I've never worn armor of any kind."
Mathalen attacks the snakes twice preferably the flanked one.
;
;
King snake - SMITE AZHAR
;
Vipers - move to start to flank
1 ;
2 ;
3 ;
4 ;
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
|
She smiles up at him shyly, then goes up her toes to brush a little kiss on his lips before ducking back behind the curtain. She comes back out in a minute in a short dress that matches her eyes almost perfectly. The short shirt shows off her legs while the simple neckline and long sleeves makes the dress more modest on the top.
"The color matches your eyes almost perfectly." Azhar says. The fact that his eyes seem unconsciously fixed to the bottom hem of the dress and her legs probably does not go without notice, however. He swallows hard, there is a tiny bit of extra color in his cheeks. "What do you think about it?" His eyes do come back to meet hers, albeit a bit late. He seems to have noticed this as well, and probably realizes that Amaya would likely also have noticed. A little more color introduces itself.
| chavamana |
|
Mathlen strikes out at the snake in front of her with both ends of her heavy stick, both blows landing solidly. Her surprised grin doesn't mean that puts down her guard, but she looks shocked. And then surprised when the snake looks hale and hearty. Her dark eyes wide, "Strong snakes."
Amaya voice, clearly upset at the big man's injury. "Bad. Dodge snake." She leans in the window, brushing his shoulder with a hand.
The snakes dodge around to improve their ability to swarm over the occupants of their domain, but are thwarted by the armor worn by the intruders.
Azhar, "Yup. Not pleasant at all. How the heck I missed you brutes, I'll probably never know." Before he swings first into the big brute and the into the smaller one menacing Mathalen. Although the large red brute still stands, Azhar cuts the smaller snake into tartar.
Gravlax swings his blade at the flanked snake, already wounded by the light-haired man, the additional damage killing the viper.
snake 3 -11
snake 4 -41+, dead
king -21
Azhar -2, down 3 constitution
Gravlax -2
Mathalen -2
| chavamana |
|
|
Gozran 14/snake hunt - Round 2 Map
.
.
.
.
.
.████████
.█.SG...█
.█.dS...█
.YMd....█
.█A.....█
.█K.....║
.█......█
.████████
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Rev laughs quietly. It's a happy, low sound. "I might be exaggerating, but not by much."
"Just because you don't see the striving, doesn't mean it's not happening. You're so caught up in believing that your exact interpretation is the right one, that you don't see how you are alientating others instead of helping them along their path. It's their path, not yours. How do you know that Ailyn's goal isn't the same as yours? You're too busy judging to find out anything beyond what you see on the surface."
"Fi, shortling," He teases her lightly, the term not meant as an insult. " You can hide who you are as much as you wish. I'll always see you as I do right now. And anyway, you spend all day being ignored. No one will ever believe that you in that dress at the party, could be the same person as you the servant. Just don't tell them what you do for a living. If anyone asks, say you're a courtesan. That'll be nice and scandalous." He grins down at the halfling. "So, now that we know it fits, I suggest you get out of that dress before I feed you or give you coffee." A small smile. "And I won't watch unless you want me to." He can't resist teasing her at least a little more. Maybe she'll blush again. He undoes the top few buttons again, before she can protest.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Gravlax takes a stool. He perches comfortably on the end of it. He declines the cigar, but sips at the liquor.
"Start far enough back so that the story makes sense," Gravlax says. "I have time."
"By the time I was twelve or thirteen or so, I fell in with a rather dangerous dark patron who granted me significant power, which was all I was really after back then, because I wanted nothing more than to make sure my mother couldn't use me as a pawn in her schemes. So, with all that in mind, here I was, with the considerable powers of a Witch, a little brother who followed me everywhere... it was much easier once he discovered girls, and an angel for a step mother. This is beginning to sound like a bad theater production." He grins. "Still following me?" He takes a sip of his drink.
| chavamana |
|
She pulls at the hem with a blush, "I feel like I'm going to be flashing my underwear by moving." She smile, "But I do like the color."
She notices his eyes, "Too short, right?" Ducking back behind the curtain. A little while later, she comes out in a simple fitted longer black sheath dress. She smiles, "This one doesn't seem as tight." The dress just as revealing as the first, but the material not feeling as clingy. She smiles at him, turning, "Does it look okay?"
Seriously, "I'll have to take your word for it." She motions to the abandoned church.
Arael is quiet for a long time. "I hope that she is changing, but I'm guessing I know more about what she's done than you. I will never turn away someone on the path." Honest but not whole convinced.
She turns a deep red at the courtesan comment, shooting him a shocked yet amused glare as she moves back to his room to change into her normal clothes. She comes back, the dress carefully and neatly returned to the box, and pulls up onto the chair, taking the large (for her) mug, sipping.
She stops, shocked, looks at the dark liquid, takes another sip then looks at Rev. "What is this?" Her voice not at all displeased by the flavor, just confused.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here." He intones. He's probably kidding.
"Didn't you just give me a whole spiel about how you didn't judge other's based on their pasts?" Rev asks quite seriously.
"Coffee." Rev says, then a moment later, adds, "Uhm, normal coffee. I don't buy the chicory variety. It doesn't taste very good. "
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
"Better than rot grubs," Gravlax says.
Should Gravlax be able to gain flanking on one of the surviving snakes, he will attack that one. Otherwise, he simply attacks the one closest to Mathalen.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
|
AC:18
hp: 55-10+8=53hp (-3 Con)
Fort:5-1=4 ref:5 will:2
"All right, Big Red. You and me." Azhar says as he and the large snake with the strange red markings circle each other looking for openings in each others defenses.
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
-2 AC if Cleaving
Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
Second Chance Strike (on first and likely only attack):
to hit: Power Attack
dam: Power Attack inc.
She pulls at the hem with a blush, "I feel like I'm going to be flashing my underwear by moving." She smile, "But I do like the color."
"Which reminds me. You should get a set that makes you feel absolutely killer sexy with whatever dress we decide on." his smile perhaps a tad too much thinking about it, he ends a bit quieter.
She notices his eyes, "Too short, right?" Ducking back behind the curtain.
"Actually, I love it, but..."
A little while later, she comes out in a simple fitted longer black sheath dress. She smiles, "This one doesn't seem as tight." The dress just as revealing as the first, but the material not feeling as clingy. She smiles at him, turning, "Does it look okay?"
"More than 'okay'. It looks fabulous on you, luv." and his eyes say as much, running appreciatively over her curves. "I think we have one more though, right?" Definitely worth the price of admission is running through the back of his mind at this point.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
Gravlax can't help but to grin along with her laughter. "We could always flip a coin," he says, kissing her back. "But no losers."
"I will help you on with it now, and off with it later," Gravlax says. "It takes a bit of practice to get right."
Gravlax will offer to pay extra rent for any week there is more than single occupancy in his apartment. This happens on an evening that Mathalen is not over.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
"Wayward youth, some personal power, family that you're not really close to," Gravlax nods along, and takes another sip of the honeyed whiskey. "I'm following."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
|
He grins at the sight. "And the only reason to do that was because you're so sweet, I have to risk death just for a taste."
He strokes her abdomen and arm, eyes glued to her fingers between her legs. "And what if I make it? What if I'm in you before you can even react? Doesn't that make this..." His hand closes over her playing fingers, his gaze meeting hers. "...mine?"
He takes her hand. "A walk would do me good," he says happily. "Let's try on some clothes."
As they walk, he says, "Your father and brothers were at your performance. Your brothers were pretty keen to marry you off to some nobles. Is that just your folks looking to cement an alliance?"
Cassian nods. "Good. Step two."
He goes to Janiven, putting an arm on her shoulder. Rygel walks across it quickly. "Anything happens here, warn me. Rygel should give me a burst of feeling, but I won't know anything definite until I see you again.
"Tadpole, you and me are going to see Mauro Atenaar. Now." Cassian begins to quickly jog toward the noble's house.
Cassian begins to case the Oberigo home for eventual ingress.
| chavamana |
|
"When the past is not something that I know to be true or not, yes. When the person is trying to change, to walk a different path. When they are just doing what they've always done? No."
She looks at it, "But... but this is good." She says earnestly. She takes a larger drink. "I mean I drink chicory because it is warm and it wakes you up, but this..." holding out the cup, "Actually enjoyable to drink."
She sips again, "Thank you." Perhaps she is starting to vibrate from the caffeine.
She nods and when she comes back out from the she is wearing a emerald dress, fitted top with a full skirt. It is a lovely dress, but a bit heavy for her slender form, hiding her more than the other dresses. She steps out, "This one seems somber enough for the mayor, right?"
With a smile she starts to pull Gravlax up the stairs to his apartment, "I'm sure that we can come up with a decent tie-breaker." Her smile growing a bit teasing, "And regardless of who comes out on top I'm sure neither of us will feel like they've lost."
Once in his room, she turns back to him, "hmmm, we need a contest a paladin would never take part in."
She looks serious, her lips pursed, "It's not a matter of more rent." She takes a deep breath, "I have the rules I do for the studio for a reason. Bringing around a... lady friend, it gives the others... ideas." She sighs, "I don't want to ask you to leave... but I do have an opening upstairs in my apartment suites... they do give a bit more privacy and... discretion."
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
|
"That's a tall order," Gravlax says. "I've never seen a paladin play cards. Kiss a woman." Gravlax's eyes narrow, but his smile widens. "Walk on his hands...."
"I do hate the thought of moving, but I fear I've not been particularly discreet."
He thinks for a moment, then nods. "Please tell me about this opening upstairs. I might like to see it."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
|
Azhar leans against a wall with arms crossed, he grins and shakes his head, "Somber enough, but I don't think it's good enough for you. I would say the black, the gold or we'll have one made special, just for you." his smile grows broader, "you know, I think the thought of that last one is kinda growing on me." He gathers in some of his lower lip, apparently giving it more thought, "we could ask the shop keep who the best tailor in town is?" his eyes go back to hers, evaluating what her thoughts might be.
| chavamana |
|
She moans, low in her throat, as his hand plays over her. Her fingers dip between her lips, the sound moist. Her body arches slightly as she brushes over her button. Slowly she takes her fingers out, moving them up to mouth, licking one finger. Offering him her fingers,
Her green gaze meets his, a little moan in her voice,
()
She takes his hand, leading him through the house to the front door. As she does so, Cassian does notice a number of halfling servants watching the pair, filing his presence away as interesting information. At the first she nods, "Father has come to every production I've been in, even when I was just an understudy that didn't get to be onstage." She says with a happy smile, a confidence in her father's affection for her and her love for him.
A smile that fades a bit when he mentions the marriage. She nods, "They've been on him about that for a while." Her voice slightly hollow as she continues, "They want to make sure that I'm 'taken care of' if Father was to pass away." The thought depressing her.
Calseinica leads the pair to a store with a surprisingly mellow front. As the bell above the door rings when they enter the man behind the counter looks up and, seeing Calseinica, smiles broadly. He comes out from behind the counter, air-kissing her cheeks, "Darling. So good to see the diva of Westcrown." His green eyes look over to Cassian, "And is this the delicious man that will be escorting you the mayor's?"
His eyebrow lifts, "And I do have a fun surprise for the gentleman if he gets bored with his own fittings." He flutters towards the back of the shop, motioning for Cassian to follow. "I have this little leather number, that will look spectacular."
Janiven pulls a piece of dried fruit out of her pocket cautiously offering it to the monkey on her shoulder, the monkey eyes it suspiciously as Cassian and Tarvi leave.
The siblings move through the city easily, arriving outside of the Atenaar vaneo. Tarvi looks to her brother,
The Oberigo Vaneo is on Westcrown Island, a large complex with what looks like an army of personal guards. Additionally, while Cassian can avoid notice when he keeps in the shadows, when people do see him, his attire makes him stick out on the noble and posh area of the city.
She looks down at the dress, "I like the black one..." her voice trailing off.
"Unless you really want me to wear the gold one." Ducking her head with a blush.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
|
Azhar gathers her into his arms for a quick hug, "You look fabulous in both of them, hon." He smiles down into her eyes, bending down to kiss the top of her head. "If you like the black, then the black it is." he draws back just slightly, "Now. Shoes and undergarments." he blinks in anticipation, "I'm going to assume you don't want my help on the second one." the desire in his smile, absolutely 100% genuine. "They don't carry shoes here, do they?" he looks around briefly.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Arael
"When the past is not something that I know to be true or not, yes. When the person is trying to change, to walk a different path. When they are just doing what they've always done? No."Fiosa dress
She looks at it, "But... but this is good." She says earnestly. She takes a larger drink. "I mean I drink chicory because it is warm and it wakes you up, but this..." holding out the cup, "Actually enjoyable to drink."She sips again, "Thank you." Perhaps she is starting to vibrate from the caffeine.
There is a glance to Fiosa in this conversation, maybe even two.
"Arael, I tell you for a fact I have killed people in cold blood and stolen their things, and you're ok with that because you didn't see it with your own two eyes?! What on Golarion is so terrible that Ailyn did that you cannot get over?"
"Why wouldn't it be good?" Rev asks. "I'd never offer you something that wasn't." He smiles. "Want some to take home? I have a little left in the bag, maybe enough for a couple of cups. You could share it with the cook. After all, she did tell me your dress size." He offers. "If you like sweet drinks, it's also decent with a little sugar and some cream, although I prefer it black." He grins. "Like my old heart." He taps the spot over his heart that Pharasma healed. She's probably seen the scar while backstage at the play, before the makeup was applied over it.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
"Eh, close enough. So, my biggest aim in life was to aquire as much power as possible. I didn't have the talent for sorcery, I wasn't built like a fighter and book magic is a bit on the dry side. It didn't appeal to me at all. Of course, maybe if I spent a little less time in the company of young ladies maybe I'd have made a wizard. Ah, the old backstory.
"But instead, while fleeing an angry husband of a much younger and very desperate for attention bride, I ended up ducking into a temple. It happened to be dedicated to Pharasma."
"More?" He offers more whiskey, refilling his now empty glass, he will also refill Gravlax's if Gravlax so desires.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
|
"I think I should get it from the source," he says with a smile, quickly moving down her body. He pauses, poised over her, and this time he mimics her, stroking himself, still wet with her spittle.
"Oh, Jan," he breathes, just taking her body in for a long moment. Then he goes to her, spreading her legs, replacing her hand with his lips and tongue. He pokes his head up momentarily, stroking her from back to front, penetrating and teasing, to smile up at her. "You're as sweet as a knife in the dark," he whispers, dipping his head back into her like a lion at its kill.
He is exceedingly attentive, wanting to return the favor she gave him, chasing her moans, strumming her quivers, encouraging her flow. His tongue darts into her, his fingers busy with her rear, loosening her for what she knows to be inevitable.
After an eternity of play, he sits up, reaching into her drawer for the grease. An application on him, applied with a happy stroke, one into her. Then he rolls her pelvis up and under, using his full weight to sink into her. Sinking into her in the way she loves, only this time they are face to face, his eyes never leaving hers.
He starts slow, letting her get used to him before he moves. Soon, he is in her to the hilt, loving the feel of her strong muscles gripping at his shaft. And then he pulls out slowly, forcing her to milk him. His breath shudders, directly into her mouth. His body strong against her.
The thrusts are never fast, but they are complete, drawing in and out with such force and purpose. She will be there until he is finished, and though she is his plaything, she sees in the way he devours her with eyes and @#*!, that she is a precious plaything, escorting him to heights undreamed.
And then, she feels it, warm and spreading into her body in quick spurts as he collapses, driving himself deeper than either thought possible.
"I wouldn't worry about them, Cali. Do you honestly think I would allow someone to steal you away from me? Besides, I'm going to make certain you're quite ruined for any kind of respectable marriage."
Delicious? Cassian mouths at Calseinica when the man's back is turned.
Cassian regards it in the mirror. "I'm not against the outfit on principle. And obviously I'm fine with leather. But I don't want anyone to think I'm leading a boarding action."
"I was thinking of knocking," Cassian says, and then does just that.
Does this place look like it's out of Cassian's league?
| chavamana |
|
Mathalen's eyes narrow but she is still smiling, "We are not going out and finding a random woman to judge which of us is the better kisser."
One eyebrow lifts, "Do you have cards for strip poker?"
She looks up, "That nice family on the top floor had another child and Anthony got a small raise." A sad little sigh, "I guess the apartment was a little too small for six children."
She shrugs, "Probably a little bigger than you need, two bedroom, small kitchen, living room, private bath." She smiles, "But it a corner apartment and one set of windows faces west, just like your place." And Gravlax would know that particular apartment is right below the roof, making it far easier to enter and exit via the window than his current second story apartment, although far more dangerous to fall from.
Amaya looks around, "No shoes." And then suddenly, the shopgirl's bored voice, "But I have undergarments picked out for the dresses." Amaya blushes a bit. Amaya, "ummm... thank you?"
Arael looks at him, "And now you are here, protecting your brother and trying to help the people of Westcrown. You are choosing to walk a different path." He shakes his head, "I also don't carry stories, if Ailyn wants to tell you want she's done that is her story to tell."
She smiles, "Your coffee may be black, but I think your heart may be changing on you."
A pause, then curious, "Did you scar yourself with your goddess symbol or was it something that happened by accident?"
Her eyes never leave his body, licking her lips as he strokes himself. Her body, desire built from servicing him and his hand, reaches a first orgasm quickly, a quiet scream ripping through her abused voice box. Then as he plays, her attention focused on him, her hands playing over his head and shoulders, one after another runs through her. When he finally lets her rest, body shaking, he can see her muscles tense as he pulls out the grease, knowing full well what he is intending.
Her green eyes find his blue as he rolls up her hips, a shiver of pleasure passing through her then squeezing him as he sinks into her. There is a slight vulnerability in her eyes as he takes her, her body pressing to his when he is fully inside, her tight ass holding him, milking him, when he pulls out. Her body loses the battle against the pleasure as he comes in her, his name the only work on her lips.
When he returns to himself, still in her, her eyes are half-closed, her fingers playing up and down his back. Quietly, with absolute honesty,
She blushes deeply, her smile coming back in full force. "You're right, they've been at Father for years about it but he never wanted to me to have to marry 'just because'." She squeezes his hand, "So I don't have anything to worry about, right?"
Then quietly, so that no one passing can hear, "Are you going to ruin me tonight? [smaller]Because I keep playing with myself last night thinking about you, but... you didn't come."
She leans in close, whispering in his ear,
Calseinica blushes slightly, possibly imaging Cassian as a pirate, a very dashing pirate. Which reminds her, "Are you going to bring Rygel? Does he need a matching vest?"
She looks at the jacket Cassian picked for her, "How about we try the blue shirt instead?" She smiles at Cassian, "I like the pants..." With a nod the man sashays off coming back a few moments later with a dark blue shirt close to Cassian's eyes in color, the sleeves long and with just the amount of space needed for his wrist sheathes, the torso of the shirt fitted to his lean form but not binding. There is a little detailing in silver on the shirt.
"oh" Tarvi follows Cassian with a soft blush of embarrassment. Moments after Cassian knocks, the door is opened by a young woman in a maid's outfit. She smiles, "How can I help you, sir and madam?"
At this time, yep.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
|
He carefully pulls out of her, settling closely, his hand playing over her chest and abs. "For me too." He pulls her close, snuggling into her body, stroking her hair softly over one ear.
He considers Janiven, and for the first time when he is in bed with one of his women, his thoughts flit to the other. Not a fantasy, nor a wish it was Calseinica's body warming his. Rather wondering what each would think, do, say, should they find out about the other. All he can see is them in tears, casting him away.
And it hurts.
For the first time, he realizes he wants them both. He knows it's inevitable. They'll both leave when they realize what sort of man he is, but he wants that to be a long time off.
Cassian feels a momentary stab of guilt. "I'm sorry Cali." He reflects on his realization of the previous night. Janiven and Calseinica are so different, each feeding an important part of him. Cali is so sweet, so innocent. She provokes the best and worst in him, yet he lives for her brilliant smile. So unlike the worldly Janiven who he seduced effortlessly.
He covers the internal monologue with a smile, picking up the thread of the conversation, and feeling the fantasy bloom within him. "Although the thought of you playing with yourself is a lovely one." He kisses her cheek. "Yes, my jewel. I'll ruin you tonight. I think the first thing we'll do is you'll show me exactly what you did, and then you can tell me what you fantasized about. Then I'm going to show you some new things to fantasize over the next time you're touching yourself."
Cassian sighs. These two women are going to be the death of him.
"Of course Rygel will be attending," Cassian says like this is the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll need a jacket as well. Leather, to match the pants?"
"Would you tell Mr. Atenaar that his friend from the study is here to talk to him about a matter of horses?"
Cassian curses.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
|
Arael
Arael looks at him, "And now you are here, protecting your brother and trying to help the people of Westcrown. You are choosing to walk a different path." He shakes his head, "I also don't carry stories, if Ailyn wants to tell you want she's done that is her story to tell."Fiosa dress
She smiles, "Your coffee may be black, but I think your heart may be changing on you."A pause, then curious, "Did you scar yourself with your goddess symbol or was it something that happened by accident?"
Rev meets Arael's gaze. "That's where you're wrong. I walk the same path. Helping people doesn't make the fact that there will be looting and murdering any less real. And I've always protected my brother. The one is not dependent upon the other."
A small pause. "Arael, you blind yourself to the truth of the matter, and you know, that's fine, it's your choice. But I strongly suggest you revisit the way you behave towards Ailyn. She is helping us. She is helping you. Do not disrespect her."
His tone is guarded, maybe she doesn't want to know this... but then he decides she's his friend and he should be honest. "It was unintentional on my part, but I wouldn't call it an accident. The dark Being, my patron, I made a deal for power with in my youth, got very angry at me about 4 or so months ago and ripped out the ancient vampire's heart I had in my chest. Pharasma stepped in and saved me. The scar is her mark." He waits to explain further depending on her reaction.