"Ohhhhhhhh, talk hot to me baby that realllllly gets my blood going." She winks at Lucrezia, "Dispater himself has blessed me today by bringing me that armored hunk-a hunk-a," she coos when she sees John.
"Why was it put in there in the first place?"
John ignores it's comment.
Spellcrafts on wands:
"Ok, first of all, what the hell should we call you and what are you? Secondly, us women with bodies have dibs on all the men in this room. Third, you'd need a masterwork, magical can-opener to get John outa that suit."
"Ohhhhhhhh, talk hot to me baby that realllllly gets my blood going." She winks at Lucrezia, "Dispater himself has blessed me today by bringing me that armored hunk-a hunk-a," she coos when she sees John.
About time John got himself a girlfriend. Take her to the opera and hold those little glasses up to her eyes and hand feed her little chocolates.
John you know she is in fact an eryines a seductress type of devil. Often used to get close to people and to spy. 'Please don't ignore me...i'll be nice big boy...Pleazzzzzzzzzzz, so so nice to you."
Faelyn the wands are magical. They are made from teh same wood but are different. A wand of break enchantment (8 charges), and the other is a
wand of death ward (7 charges).
"Be careful this devil is often used to spy. I would suggest we get rid of it if we can not get any information from it."
Well okay then. Devil, just who are you and why were you in the Crux?
The wands are death ward and break enchantment. You could use them both Andrea.
"oh...information you want...you need to be nicer to me big boy...take some of that armor off? she taunts.
Come on John, shake that booty.
Casts read magic on the scrolls. Let's see what we have here.
The wands are death ward and break enchantment. You could use them both Andrea.
Perhaps split them between myself,Orsin and you?
Everyobody f~%@ing stop blabbing at me at once you ungratefule ruthless swine hearders...may Moloch cause warts on all your dangling parts."
She snorts, "What pointy ears you don't like me?" her attention is now on Faelyn, "Bet you and shorty there are lovers." she rolls her eyes towards the dwarf. "is it true what they say about dwarf's?"
Thank you for the offer Andrea, but you and Orsin can split them.
I like you. I'm the one who wants to keep you. You could help me at the card table! You sexy lil head you.
She turns towards Andrea, "Tsk tsk...Oooooook, I'm Khazrae Kuelata."
Fluer you are able to find your way to the Grotto, there you see an weathered but kindly middle aged man tending bar. There are several working girls and a working guy in the main common room plying their goods to a few customers.
Andrea you have not heard the name before.
Faelyn I need you to make three concentration checks, it's loud and the shrieking head is making it difficult to focus.
Knowledge Planes:
"So how does an assassin as fameous as your self end up in a crux?"
Fluer you are able to find your way to the Grotto, there you see an weathered but kindly middle aged man tending bar. There are several working girls and a working guy in the main common room plying their goods to a few customers.
Fluer settles her back pack down and sits, ordering something to drink while she takes the weight off her sandal-ed feet. Once the serving lass brings her refreshment, Fuel will use the opportunity to ask about a certain other Elf.
"Yohoo pretty boy" her red eyes gazing at Orsin, "come on over here and give my a little head scratching...promise I won't bite. Cross my heart and hope to die. She teases. 'Welllllll, I wound if I had hands or a heart or could die!!!"
Concentration Checks:
You are at the Grotto if you missed it.
Concentration Checks:
1d20+5+6
1d20+5+6
1d20+5+6
The noise is too much for you to focus, you know they are magical and you don't recognize them as being arcane. There are a bunch of symbols you don't recognize at all.
Fluer the serving lass shrugs and rushes off to the next three tables, to busy to chit chat idly.
Andrea these scrolls are not arcane. Maybe you can check them out later when it isn't as loud.
Fluer pouts a little, but otherwise sits back and enjoys the 'ambiance' of the establishment. Idly biding her time until she has an opportunity to ask questions again.
Fluer after while the place settles down as third serving lass begins work. You see a large half-orc with one tusk...he is carrying a keg over one shoulder and crate on his other shoulder.
"Hello?"
"Be good and maybe we can get you a job at the brothel I work at."
Fluer, one of the other serving lasses comes by, "Whatit be sweets?' She seems a bit bored
"Be good and maybe we can get you a job at the brothel I work at."
"Knew you were hay material...looks like you caught a flea of two in your life."
Fluer offers another hesitant smile and asks for a refill of her tankard, again using the interaction to ask about ay other Elves about the place.
Ahhh, bugger this. I'm off to get a bucket off water we can drop that head into. That'll shut it up.
Duncan leaves the room to fetch the bucket.
"Come on now, don't tell me you can't even recognize a priestess of Calistra? Maybe she and I can arrange a show for you? If you're nice to us I bet we can get the metal man outa his suit for the occasion..."
Don't go volenteering me now.
Orsin stands dumbfounded at the erinyes' lewd comments. He chuckles as the drama unfolds: Faelyn's sudden endearment, Duncan's frustrating, Lucrezia's bizarre attempted bargain.
He clears his throat before approaching the head, leaning forward to address it at eye-level.
"I have plenty of brains, thank you. Now what exactly is it that you would want from us? Our private parts notwithstanding, that is."
"I know stuff you don't know...so come on over here and give me kissy wissy little dwarf man." a maniacal chortle erupts filling the room with eery sense. "Ye dip me head and you won't be better off."
Fluer offers another hesitant smile and asks for a refill of her tankard, again using the interaction to ask about ay other Elves about the place.
The imposing half-orc brings the next tankard of ale, "'haut u'd askin' about elf's for." His muscular neck flexes as he speaks.
The devil turns her attention back to sweet dumplings, Lucrezia, "Hmmm, Calistra you say...been 1000 years since I last had a roll with one of her disciples. She was so delicious" <burp> "Truly she was...with a nice infernal bottle of red...simply delicious." She seems fixated in thought.
Nothing like a little 'bean soup' eh? Andrea obliges and gives the Erynies rubs behind the ears. So how did a nice girl like you end up in that Crux? Did one of the mayors of Westcrown do that to you?
Fluer smiles to the large fellow, "Well for one," And she gently strokes an ear for emphasis, "I am one and might be seeking company. And two, I'm asking about a particular Elf." :)