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Bree smiles widely to Suhaila, and nods at the question. "Thank you for the offer, but really, I'm fine. My calling is to deal with the Evil of the World, and since the Society hasn't had much for me to do in several months, I've been spending most days in Nerosyan and points west..." Her smile goes a bit more feral, and would not be mistaken for a child any time soon. "I've been getting good workouts, and Inheritance here," She pats the great black blade behind her, "Has seen to the end of many a demon. It just takes a while for everything to sort out and calm again. Last night was a good bit of work."

Bree-Bran travels between Nerosyan and Absalom almost daily.

"Optimism and idealism are very important, and certainly desired. However, if you are on the wrong side of Good, I assure that I am a meanie." She takes that moment to rise to her feet and stretches her fists towards the ceiling. Her sturdy, five-foot six frame gives a few more pops of protest, but she signs contentedly and seats herself again.

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Avelina raises her head, smiling to herself as she holds up a declartive gloved finger. "In times such as these, we must remember the writings of Saint Septimus of Potamus." Another of her wands is in her hand again, and she pats it against her other palm as she paces back-and-forth, like a teacher at the head of the class. "The 6th act of the Inheritor, in which she reforged her broken sword with an oath and a prayer, is meant to be an example to us of the power of a pure soul!" She stops, turning towards her "class." "Those that would deny this power, even in part, deny the power and divinity of the Inheritor!" She holds her wand out, her other hand on her hip. "I, for one, shall not stand for such an affront to my most beloved Goddess!"

She crosses herself. "In the Name of the Inheritor, her Herald, and her Departed Lord, I swear to protect pure goodness of innocence and idealism with every once of my being!"

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Writing in her book again, and holding it aloft at Bree-Bran, Pythia gives a grunt.

Im sure. I doubt I could lift a weapon such as that, let alone wield it. I prefer to stand back and take the pain for my friends. I must keep vigilant, so that I can keep up the healing. My strongest weapon is my wand.

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That is a big sword...... Scarily so, I might add! I couldn't dream of wielding a weapon like that.

Triblin is also taken aback by Bree's back popping loudly, enough that he could hear it. Taking that as his queue, the helpful gnome makes his way to where Bree was seated.

If you want, I can help with that! I've been learning about different healing remedies, and chiropractic medicine was one of them. Supposedly it can help with aches and pains from working too hard, or getting injured from compression of walking too much....

Back Cracking Service:
heal/chiropractice: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Triblin will try his best, but can't get all the spots successfully adjusted. No pain though!

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Marak breathes a sigh of relief and lowers his hands. Soooo... you're not gonna stab me? The ifrit sizes up Avelina. Not that you could... Anywho, I'm afraid I disagree with you on that point, a-uh-pure soul is a goal to work towards, the act of working towards the-the goal is where true power comes from. Acknowledging you-uh-need r-r-redemption and attempt to work towards it are far more important than the-uh-end result Satisfied with his explanation, he grins. But back to what I was saying, guess who just killed another vampire?

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Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Avelina taps her wand against her chin, her other hand on her hip. "The Inheritor! No, wait. That goes without saying."

She purses her lips as she gazes off. "Um...someone in Ustalav! Or Lastwall! Maybe one of the Tilernos girls?"

Her arm suddenly shoots up, much like a student in class. "Oh, oh! Is this one of those trick questions?" She closes her eyes and smiles a smile of complete self-satisfaction. "A vampire killer!"

She bursts into laughter, her guffaws resounding throughout the hall.

"You are quite a funny one, ifrit! A clever joke indeed." She pats Marak on the shoulder.

She points to herself with a dainty hand. "Of course, I knew it all along. I was just playing along for the sake of drama."

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

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At the mention of vampires, Suhaila perks up and raises her hand energetically.

"Ooh, me too! I did, too! I killed a vampire in Ustalav a couple weeks ago! But..."

She pauses, reconsidering.

"...Well, I guess I didn't so much kill him as talk with him about his feelings. ...And sit with him until the sun rose. Does that count? I feel like it counts."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

"Huh... That's pretty... neat, Miss Avelina. Well... done?"

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Bree allows the manipulation, closing her eyes to feel what is being done. "Thank you, but it is quite alright. The Inheritor sees to it that I am in fine shape to battle the forces that try to corrupt and oppose the world." Her hand rests on Triblin's arm a moment, and he loses any feelings of tiredness or onset of any illness. Lay on Hands with fatigued, exhausted and diseased mercies applies.

She looks over to Pythia and nods. "We all contribute to Good in the world in our own ways. Mine is the physical opposition of the enemy, but keeping those who fight in the thick of things and up is no less noble. There are magicians I have fought beside that oppose just as hard, and ..." she looks to Suhaila with a raised eyebrow, "Talking a vampire into the Boneyard for proper judgement, while novel to me, is a perfectly good way to put Evil to rest."

She adds to Marak, "I'm no expert in the slayings of vampires; I can only directly oppose them. But Inheritance," she taps her adamantine greatsword again, "has tasted their flesh a few times. I salute you in your noble calling, and success in performing it." Rising from her chair, she pounds a bare fist against her breastplate with a solid thump.

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Pythia looks quizzically at Marak, looks to Suhalia, and writes out...

Translation please? Very hard to read the lips of one that stutters so much... Tengus are still worse though.

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Suhaila brightens further at the approval of her unconventional method.

"It was pretty neat! He was actually a fallen paladin of Iomedae, and he ended up wanting to atone; I was willing to do it, but I lack a certain amount of lawfulness; my paladin friend, though, was able to do it for him, and then after he died, we got some diamond dust and-"

She pauses, seeing Pythia's request.

"Oh, sure! He said that he thinks that a pure soul is more of a journey than a thing to have, and that real power comes from knowing your own need for redemption and striving to make your soul better. Is that right?"

Suhaila looks to Marak for confirmation.

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"Bringing a soul back to the Light of the Inheritor, even from the clutches of undeath?"

Avelina clasps her hands together, holding them up near her face. Her eyes alight as her whole being is overtaken with excitement.

"The lessons of the Eigth Act remain in their hearts of the Inheritor's servants! Would that more would follow the Lesson of Redemption so well." She waltzes about, as though dancing with some unseen partner. Her movements are graceful waves that crest with her words. Her grace comes not from training; it is the evocation of a pure and heartfelt joy. "How wonderful! How beautiful! How glorious!"

She throws her hands in the air with abandon, and her feet leave the ground for a moment. "I must know. Who is this paragon of righteous virtue, and where might I find her or him? They must receive a commendation post-haste!"

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A four-armed half-orc bedecked in full plate, an adamantine lucerne hammer strapped to his back behind massive shoulders alongside a great-axe, two maces, and a large shield steps into the room, making something of a racket. He turns to shut the door before looking about him, seeing the various holy symbols he looks up to the ceiling as though trying to recall some pertinent information.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

With a click of his tongue he goes to the nearest unoccupied seat, removing his weaponry and pack before laying it all in a pile by his side.

"How fairs the uh... the Inheritor and Eternal Rose?"

Frederick begins unstrapping his armor, and lifts up the fauld, exposing what appears to be a recently re-opened wound.

"Excuse me," he utters as he reaches for a wand in his pack, and utters a command word, sealing it up.

"Now I understand that some Noblewoman has been taken by a rather large Ulfen man named THUNDERLIPS and we need to track them down?"

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A man in Sarenite monk's robes and a covered face enters. What skin of his is visible is black as coal, and there is a slight glint of red from where his eyes presumably are. He scans the room, and sits down in an empty corner.

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Frederick begins brewing several extracts.

DC 16 Spellcraft or Craft Alchemy to Recognize what is being made:
See Alignment

"Hello."

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Noticing the Pythia's writing, Marak attempts to slow down a bit, with varying degrees of success.
That's more or less accurate; no one is perfect or even completely pure, s-so, as far as I understand it, worshiping perfection and purity is pointless. They don't exist. The pursuit of perfection is what exists.

He waves to the Half-Orc. I'll-uh-save you some time, he gestures to the room with a grandiose flourish, Lawful Good.

Marak has a moderate aura of Law and Good

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Completing his extracts, Frederick sets each of them to detect Lawful, Neutral and Chaotic Evil alignments before drinking them and looking over the room.

"Right then, that seems to all be in order. Now, do we have any information on where THUNDERLIPS might have taken this Blakros woman?"

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Bo smiles, don't drink to excess...
lawful aura (over 5th level)

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Triblin reads as having a Neutral aura, and seems to be rejuvenated after trying to crack Bree's back. Stepping back in surprise, he looks at the Paladin woman.

Amazing! It's as if I didn't even try.... I, I should remember that some can do that! And sir, I believe that we were on that subject until someone's joke distracted us all.

The gnome eyes Avelina, and points towards her.

It was a good joke m'lady, but some responded a little harshly, honestly.

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Avelina detects as LN. She is convinced she's LG.

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Frederic is Chaotic Neutral, believes himself to be Chaotic Good. He is of too low a level to give off an aura however.

Satisfied in the integrity of his comrades Frederick moves to pull out some charts from his backpack, including a map of Absalom. "Now, if THUNDERLIPS is carrying the woman, and she isn't horribly undernourished, he should be moving slower than is typical. He would have come in through one of the docks..." Frederick pulls out a quill and ink pot to begin marking off distances. "Given two hours of walking, he could have made it to the docks which send ships to Taldor, Andoran and Qadira on Toildays, while he also could have made it to Temples of Shelyn located here and here, or possibly this small Arshean church just outside the Puddles District. If we can get to those locations, we may be able to find which he's hiding out at before he either flees the city or purchases a blunderbuss wedding."

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As clarification, Triblin clearly reads as Neutral Good, being a cleric of Sarenrae

If he's as strong as I heard and is as strong as one of my friends, the he could possibly be able to run quite a distance with the lady on his back. Multiple parties would have to be mustered, and in haste, if we are to catch the man.

Triblin makes his way back to his chair, and begins slipping into his brightly polished scale mail. An arm pokes out of the opening for his head, while the gnome tries to stick his face through a sleeve. At first it looks somewhat comical, but becomes obvious that the helpful cleric may need assistance putting his armor on....

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Frederick adjusts his calculations. "You're certain? Then that means..." Frederick looks up from his chart, a look of worry on his face. "He could have reached any dock over an hour ago, and within the hour he could take to the countryside!"

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"Well, my paladin friend and I are both Shelynites, but you can find the Iomedaean in the Ustalavic town of- hang on a second."

Suhaila waves her arms to get attention.

"Wait, everybody! Some mysterious, sneaky agent came in earlier; he said he found Thunderlips and Miss Blackros and that they appeared to be just fine and engaged in... "honeymoon behavior."

Suhaila clears her throat awkwardly, then continues.

"If they're both there by choice and happy, what right do we have to get in their way?"

Suhaila has an overwhelming aura of good (13 HD outsider and 13th level cleric of Shelyn).

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"Ah, yes. That fellow. Well, I shall wash my hands of that affair now. The couple can go expose themselves in private and whatnot."

Avelina taps her wand against her palm.

"Back to the matter of the Iomedaean in Ustalav. What was the name of that town?"

She picks up one of the books hanging from a golden chain on her belt--a gilded libram that would not be out-of-place on the pulpit of a cathedral--and she begins flipping through, not looking up as she speaks.

"Ah, yes. St. Septimus was such a dear to include a map! Now, was it Karcau? Caliphas? Ardis? Lepidstadt?"

As she says each name, her finger falls upon it on the map.

"Do not worry about inconveniencing me! I have already been planning to use my time here in the south to go on a pilgrimage to the land in which my Beloved Inheritor blessed us with so many of her Acts in defense of the world against the onrush of undead legions."

Avelina appears to gaze off into a distant dream behind closed eyelids. She unceremoniously drops the libram, letting it hang from its chain. "To see the ground upon which she smote Erum-Hel, the Lord of Mohrgs, to see the spot upon which she reforged her sword with the power of pure Faith, to walk the ground that she walked, to see where her armies bivouaced...." Her hands are on her cheeks, which are now flushed with red. She sighs.

She can't actually say it because she's not from Tian-Xia, but imagine her wistfully saying "Iomedae-sempai" right here and you'll get the idea.

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Frederick begins impatiently folding up his map and stuffing it into his pack. "I was told that my recent forays into the Mwangi and my group's skill at rescuing hostages made me perfect for this task. Once again I'm severely disappointed!" With his possessions tucked away, Frederick shoulders his bags, straps on his weapons, and heads for the door. "DRENG!"

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Bree-Bran has an overwhelming aura of Good, and one of Lawful, being an 11th-level paladin of Iomedae.

"Ah, yes. A pilgrimage to Ustalav, to actually look upon the Gallowspire, to see where the Knights of Ozem fought the Whispering Tyrant, to see what kinds of foul creatures accumulate there, and to put them to end." She nods thoughtfully, and then looks over to the gnome. She lifts the entangled armor from his figure and holds it up, draped correctly for him to don easily.

Agreeing with Suhaila, Bree nods again. "Yes, what right have we? Consenting adults should be able to do as they please in private, or we run into very slippery slopes. If they are harming others, however..."

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Rhon has an overwhelming aura of Good and Law due to being a 12th level paladin.

Rhon downs the last of his ale, pushes his chair back, and stands. "I must take my leave for a short bit but I shall return. Make sure to behave yourselves and stay safe until I see you all again." Rhon then gathers his gear and heads for the nearest exit. A large earth elemental heaves himself up out of the floor and follows along behind Rhon as he leaves.

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Suhaila waves to the exiting Rhon.

"Okay, take c- eep!"

She jumps as the earth elemental takes its leave; hesitantly, she waves to it, too.

"Uh... bye to you, too...? ...Anyway, about the Iomedean..."

Warning: contains minor spoilers for Part 5 of the Carrion Crown AP. Nothing serious- just for one side encounter- but I figured I'd put it in a spoiler tag, just in case.

Suhaila's response:
"I met him in an abbey just outside of Caliphas; he was a vampire at the time, though. We talked about his feelings, and after he died, I took his ashes to the Dawngrace Memorial in Caliphas- you know, the big Iomedean temple? I talked to the clergy, and we took up a collection for diamond dust to bring him back. We got enough, so I asked Shelyn to give him his body back, and she did! His name is Halloran Idriss, and he's been reinstated as a paladin; I bet you could still find him around Caliphas, if you really wanted to. He's a pretty nice guy!"

Realized I should put a spoiler-free response, too.

Spoiler-free response: "He's probably somewhere around Caliphas, so if you looked in Iomedaean temples around there, you'd probably get word of him!"

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I've actually been prepping to run Carrion Crown and suspected that's who you were talking about ;)

Avelina claps her hands a single time, holding them together as though praying.

"Then the matter is settled!"

She looks around and mouth purses and her brow furrows. Her hands fall to her hips.

"When Aldoz gets back from wherever he is, I shall have him make travel arrangements at once."

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Voren has a strong aura of Good and Law.

"I too have been to Ustalav, and it is indeed wonderful when one can redeem another formerly lost to darkness."

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A man walks through the door, nay, something more than a man, decked out in a suit of shining mithral full-plate with an exquisite greataxe made of wickedly sharp obsidian strapped to his back and a large pack slung over his shoulder. His flowing blonde hair is, as always, immaculately coiffed and his skin shines slightly with the light of the heavens.

Ladies! Non-ladies! How's everyone doing? I just got back from Sothis, and boy are my feet killing me! I just got back after getting my old pal Norden Balentiir out of some trouble, and put some sprits to rest to boot! I hear that scamp THUNDERLIPS! is up to his usual shenanigans, I would just leave him be. Old Lady Blackros didn't exactly approve of Madeline's choice in men, and she has just been raising a stink over nothing. But where are my manners? I'm Berric Thorne, The Ladies' Knight, and it's a pleasure to meet everyone!

At this, Berric disappears further into the lodge, returning after some time dressed simply, but with his greataxe at his side and his holy symbol, a dove made of opal perched on the eye of a silver axe. He promptly gets a stiff drink and settles down into a comfortable chair.

I figured I'd return here for a spell and enjoy the hospitality of Ollysta ad the Silver Crusade before the Weighted Swing sends me off on my next mission. I get the feeling I'm headed back to Irrisen to do a little "problem solving."

As he notices the rather sketchy half-orc obviously scanning the room's occupants, Berric's eyes narrow.

Say, friend, there are some that might think you're being a bit rude there. I didn't get to be where I am now by trying to detect the alignment of my friends all willy-nilly.

Berric has an overwhelming aura of good, being a high-level paladin of the empyreal lord Damerrich.

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"Actually, Miss Avelina, it turns out that I'm probably going to be heading back to Ustalav on Society business soon, so if you'd like to travel with me, you'd be welcome! I'll probably be heading for Gallowspire itself, to be honest, but I'd be happy to accompany you to Caliphas and introduce you, first."

Upon hearing Voren's comment, Suhaila nods her head emphatically.

"It really is! I mean, Ustalav IS pretty drab, but that's all the more reason for us to help the poor folks that have to live in that miserab- I mean, the proud citizens of that historically important country! ...Oh, uh, mister?"

The angelkin girl turns her attention to the newcomer.

"I don't think he's trying to be rude or anything; it's really likely that the Silver Crusade has been infiltrated by bad people before, so he's probably just trying to make sure that our safe lodge stays that way! ...Wait, did you say the Weighted Swing?"

Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33

Her eyes light up with recognition and respect.

"Wow, followers of Dammerich are pretty rare! I don't think I could ever do the job that you guys do; I've never actually killed anything, to be perfectly honest. I've helped people fight, of course, but... yeah. I just dunno if I could really do it with my own hands."

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Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Avelina completely halts, her eyes wide.

"Travel...with you?"

Her face turns completely red.

"Well, that is...I am...I would...um...."

She glances about, as though the proper response was fluttering around her.

"This is all just so sudden. You are moving so fast. I mean...I am flattered. That is to say..."

She takes a deep breath. Her cheeks still red, but a radiant smile on her face, she clasps Suhaila's hands, looking directly into her eyes.

"I accept! A romantic pilgrimage to the site of the Inheritor's greatest, most glorious triumphs? How could I refuse!"

She hugs Suhaila, then abruptly releases the embrace, turning to leave.

"I must go track down that Aldoz immediately. We shall need special arrangments. Stay right here, Darling!"

Avelina turns and blows a kiss and winks, then scurries out the door, a lightness in her step.

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"Romantic... pilgrimage?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Suhaila turns bright red and starts after Avelina in a sudden rush, hand outstretched.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT! I HAVE A... husband..."

Realizing that she's unlikely to catch up, Suhaila plops down in a chair, holds her head in her hands, and slowly begins to panic.

"Aaaaand, she's gone. Great. If my husband catches wind of this, he's gonna be... confused, at best. Do I go find him? Do I wait for her? I don't want her to get back and keep having the wrong idea, but what if he hears about it, somehow, and worries about me? What if she's forever heartbroken, and she never learns to trust people with her heart again, and it's my fault, somehow?! That would be sacrilege! ...What if she DIES before she gets back and she never knows what I meant and then it's a misunderstanding FOREVER?! What... What do I DO?!"

Suhaila takes a deep breath to calm herself, and lets it out in a reasonable impression of a steady breath.

"I... I just wanted to go on a girls' road trip; I don't have many female friends, and she seemed really nice, so I thought it could be fun, but I don't want to hurt her... Sweet Shelyn, how do I get myself into these situations?!"

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Yeah, those of us who follow Lord Damerrich tend to walk a pretty serious path, so worshippers of The Weighted Swing tend to be pretty few and far between. My line of work can be pretty grim, that's why I try to keep things light when I'm not on the job. though to be honest, I haven't killed as many as you might think. Undead and evil outsiders, sure, but I never kill men or women unless the situation absolutely demands it. I might be an executioner sometimes, but that doesn't make me judge and jury as well. I've become an expert at pulling back on killing blows, thanks to a little trick I learned from a friend in the Golden Legion.

Berric smiles in amusement as Avelina rushes off excitedly, then winces as he hears the dreaded "h" word. A warm smile returns quickly to his face as he turns to Suhaila.

I wouldn't worry too much about it, my dear. Just be honest and straightforward with her, and try to let her down soft. I'm sure it will all work out okay.

Berric smiles as he settles back down to enjoy his drink.

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Avelina returns, her dwarven companion in tow. ”I have returned, Darling!” She pecks Suhaila on the cheek. ”I have let Dear Ollysta know that I will be leaving for a small holiday and I have completely freed my schedule from all trivial concerns.”

Avelina takes Suhaila's hands. Her head inclined down, Avelina smiles. She makes not even the slightest movement of the eye to indicate that she sees anyone else in the room besides Suhaila. When she speaks, her voice no longer carries her typical insufferably imperious and hyperbolic tone; the quiet warmth of genuine, unveiled emotion has taken its place.

”Please pardon my surprised tone earlier. I am not particularly used to...to...all this.” She turns away, her eyes shining with the dew of tears not yet fully formed. ”Nobody has shown interest in me...like this...before.” She meets Suhaila's eyes again. ”I thank Her that she has brought us together.”

In an instant, Avelina is standing next to Suhaila, Avelina's arm around her. Avelina inclines her head towards Suhaila and speaks in a hushed tone. ”Now, I have been doing my best to keep my identity a secret from the masses while down here in the south, so I shall have to keep that up while we are traveling. We shall be just a couple of beautiful young priestesses on a little pilgrimage to Ustalav.”

Avelina sighs and rests her head on Suhaila's shoulder.

”Ahh...traveling incognito is ever so romantic, is it not?”

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The dwarf throws up a triumphant fist in the air, his steady stance the very picture of macho dwarven stoicism. ”Ay'm happy for ye, Princess Avelina. Finally getting' to go on yer pilgrimage, and with a nice lass ta boot.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the facade crumbles as his lips start quivering and his eyes start to water. Aldoz runs up and embraces the two women. He looks up at Suhaila, tears flowing down the dwarf's crooked eyes. ”Inheritor bless ye, Lass! The Princess has been so lonely with just a stupid dwarf ta keep her company. She dinnae ever say it, but ay know she was lonely. Ay'ma so happy that she's gotta companion now!”

He moves to the door, then turns and salutes. ”Ay'll write to the Queen immediately so all the land can hear the happy news!” His head falls, and his tone darkens. ”With the fall a' the stones, the Crusade coulda use some good news fer once.”

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Bo watches and listens, staying quiet like he's a super wise monk...but he's just confused and doesn't have a bluff or positive charisma score to rely upon.

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Marak looks at the two women, blinks, and goes to sit down by Berric; silently wondering how they got from threats of violence to marriage proposals in less than five minutes.

I just wanted to brag about killing a bunch of vampires...

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I don't enjoy the killing. But I tried to make peace through horizontal blindness with a ghoul and it didn't work. (In Taldane)

Bo puzzles a little then adds in Hallit, Undead may be immune to peace due to necromatic influences on the soul.

Sorry Taldane isn't my first language.

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Marak responds in heavily accented Hallit. Th-that makes a whole lot of sense, try as I might, they fail to understand anything but steel and flame.

The Ifrit grins, fortunately, I have more than enough of both.

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Suhaila's mind is racing furiously, trying to think of a way to defuse an already explosive situation.

Oh boy, oh boy, what do I do now?! I can't just break her heart in front of everybody... but I love Treval, and more than anything, I would never dishonor our wedding vows! I... I'll ask Shelyn! She'll know what to do!

Without any outward sign, Suhaila activates her Mitre of the Hierophant and attempts to contact her patron.

Are you there, Shelyn? It's me, Suli! What... What do I... On a scale of "no" to "yes", how screwed am I?

After a second, fond but thoroughly-amused laughter rings in her mind, then fades. With some effort, Suhaila is able to keep her frustration from her face.

Oh, GOOD! I'm glad SOMEBODY'S getting a kick out of this!

Wisdom check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

I need to give her a way to save face, somehow, but I need to make the truth clear, because... she won't get it, otherwise.

Suhaila smiles warmly at Avelina and clasps her hands.

"Yes! There's nothing like a pair of new friends going on a road trip together! Quite honestly, though, I feel you on the "nobody has taken interest like this before"- For some reason, I only have one or two close female friends; most of my friends are male. I've always wanted more female friends, because I only have a big brother, and even though I love him to pieces, it'd be nice to have a sister, sometimes, y'know?

"Anyway, it'll be great! I can introduce you to my brother, Cass, and my husband, Treval, while we're in town; I just know they'll love you, and Cass is always saying I need to make more female friends! Then, on our trip, we can stay up late and talk about virtue and religion and charity and fashion (you clearly have excellent fashion sense) and you can tell me about your family and people you have crushes on, and I can tell you embarrassing stories about my dork of a big brother and how Treval and I met, and we'll be best friends in no time flat!"

The angelkin watches Avelina carefully, looking for recognition.

Maybe I should give her an out, so she can have an excuse to leave, if she needs it...

"So! Do you need to make any further preparations for the trip?"

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Berric turns to Marak and Bo.

Actually, I quite enjoy dispatchng the undead. It serves a valuable purpose by giving those wretches the final rest they deserve, us I get to cut loose and not worry about taking them alive for trial. Vampires? I freed a little village in Varisia, it was quite the rush. It was me and three of my comrades against a vampire, his wretched spawn, and a host of mohrgs. There was also the time I had to kill the same ghoul twice, good times.

Grand Lodge

stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Well, that was unexpected!

What looked like a thin, pale man with blue tattoos, wearing colorful clothing of blues, oranges, purples, and greens, walked up to a window towards the back of the main hall of the Silver Crusade's faction house. Looking through the window, originally to check up on his friend Triblin, Auriea had caught sight of what looked like a scene from romantic comedy. Intrigued by this new tale unfolding in front of his eyes, the colorfully dressed Sylph stays hidden while keeping a watch of the two Silver Crusade members.

Oh, ho ho ho. I could follow them through town....

Auriea scans the room, and finds his gnome friend getting his armor on for an outing of sorts and smiles, while looking back at the, cute "couple" and dwarf companion.

This.... This is adorable and hilarious at the same time. Two maidens, one seems to be married, and the other is infatuated with her! Oh Desna, please guide these two to an understanding.

The bard was torn between jumping into the room, and offer some advice, but remembered that while noble, some of the members of this faction don't take too kindly of being startled.....

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"Oh."

Avelina pulls back. She straightens out her outfit, though it does not appear to have the slightest wrinkle.

"Yes, well, of course. Not girlfriends. Girl. Friends. That's fine."

She breathes in deeply through her nose, her head rising again. She does not meet Suhaila's gaze.

"I knew that is what you meant, of course. I do not know how anyone could interpret it differently. Though I would totally understand if they did. I mean, it was ambiguous. But not so much I could not take your meaning correctly. Which I did."

Bluff (circumstance penalty): 1d20 + 15 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 15 - 5 = 14

She turns towards her dwarven companion. "Aldoz!" When she catches the dwarf's eye, she makes a cutting motion on her neck. He mirrors it back for confirmation, and Avelina does it again, this time more curt and forceful. Aldoz frowns and nods, then trudges out the door.

"Aldoz will take care of the rest." Her voice cracks ever so slightly. "I just...oh, those curtains are nice. I must take a closer look." She hurries towards the window, making sure to look away from everyone.

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

She stands there for at least a minute.

She holds a hand up to her eyes and sniffles before finally turning around. Her eyes shine with the remnants of tears. "My apologies. Sometimes, I see something beautiful--like curtains--and the Spirit of the Inheritor just comes over me, and I am just overwhelmed."

She straightens her back and draws a smile on her face, and--aside from that remaining dew on her eyes and cheeks--she has returned to her normal countenance. "You think I am fashionable, though?"

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Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Suhaila fails to notice the peeping bard.

"C-curtains can be... lovely..."

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

With significant effort, Suhaila stiffens her trembling lower lip and holds back her tears of empathy for her upset comrade. She takes another deep breath, releases it, and brightens.

"A-are you kidding? Of course you're fashionable! That s-stylized cassock is totally adorable! The Iomedaean color scheme suits you, and I love the pleated skirt; did you sew it yourself?"

As she looks Avelina over, it becomes clear that she has deliberately traded "too many feelings" mode for "artist" mode; she nods her approval, and, indicating her own outfit, she does a quick turn.

"My vestments were made for me by a really talented member of my temple, and my cloak was made for me by my husband, but I embroidered the sash, myself. The hip scarf was made by my family members in Varisia, though. Given my position in the church, I prefer to wear a lot of color, but the softer, lighter look is great on you!"

For the curious, a link to art of Suhaila/her outfit can be found under the "appearance" section of her Paizo profile. :)

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Avelina can't make that perception check to see Auriea >_>

Avelina preens at the compliment to her attire. "I had this outfit made for me by some of my dear servants back in Egede. I wanted something that said 'Righteous, yet fashion-conscious." I call it 'Heroine Chic.'"

She assumes various poses in the outfit, as though playing to some unseen portraiteer working on creating a display of grand, regal triumph, demon corpses scattered about her feet.

She ceases her display as a thought comes to her. "I should mention that the colors were chosen for their religious significance; that they suit my beauty is only a further sign of the Goddess's favor. The Inheritor's armor is a divine white and gold at times of peace, but it changes to an invulnerable steel grey and red when she prepares for battle." Avelina casts Prestidigitation on her outfit, and it changes to steel grey and red. She casts it once more and the white and gold return.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Avelina walks around Suhaila, one hand on her hip as she taps a finger against her chin. "What significance do those colors have to Shelyn? I do not think I have ever seen two Shelynites wearing the same array of hues. She cannot favor every color, surely!"

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I wasn't expecting to manage a nat 20, and was hoping to get caught somehow. Woo for the brightly colored sneak! As for the clothing description, Auriea does not wear muted colors, and the clothes themselves shimmer similar to that of butterfly's wings.

Returning to the subject at hand, Auriea turns his focus back to getting the attention of his gnomish friend.

You are much too nice to be an adventurer, friend. Hopefully these members of the, ahem, most uptight faction, could help you with that.

Auriea jumps down from the window, landing gracefully with a slight twirl while flashing his bright orange sash, and gets closer to the table that Triblin was sitting at. He didn't want to interrupt the nice little conversation, but also wanted to let Triblin know that a surly dwarf may be on his way to collect the gnome for an early confirmation party.

Performance(Dance/Acrobatics): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Triblin, the farmer's starting to get impatient. I'd rather he not storm in here and get everyone here riled up...

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perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Noticing Auriea, who seemed to be doing badly at being sneaky at the moment, Triblin didn't jump when the Sylph whispered in his ear. At first, the mention of a farmer eluded the gnome until he realised that who Auriea was talking about. His muscles froze, face turning pale, and his breathing stopped.

Th-th-that wouldn't be a smart thing on his part... Even though he would still try, that brute doesn't take much lightly.

Gathering his things from under the table, the pink haired cleric put on his backpack and started towards the door.

Ladies, I do hope that everything turns out swell, and that the both of you have excellent taste in clothing. I need to make haste myself, for apparently one of my traveling sponsors wants to have a dinner, and I shouldn't keep him waiting.

Triblin bows at Avelina and Suhaila, then wave to the others in the room, including the flamboyantly dressed bard, before heading out the front door.

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I met some Ifrit chaps in Que Dear A. They made me very confused about law then my new friends started hurting people, so I made them cry, turned them into gardeners, and peace returned to the valley.

Crying is especially important in Gardening in desert areas, the plants get very little water.

Do you know what's going on? These fancy people speak so fast I was lost when everyone was happy and threatening each other with a sword.

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