[dice(=whatever)]1d20+(5)[/dice]
Hi, sayeth the resident n00b, i hope to be insanely creepy...
what did i do wrong?
Ian Moone is quietly sitting in a corner table of the Fleeting Quial, facing the door. He sits alone, and the other patrons seem to unwittingly give hive space. He seems unassuming (5'10", black hair, dull green eyes the color of old bills), though odd somehow. He seems to be wathcing the room, and staring contemplatively between to attractive women.
"You're lucky I don't slam your head into the ground." Ybewyr says to Crystal when she says grow a pair.
Sir...I suggest you leave the sneaking to the professional...I can tell by the very way you move and attempt to hide that you have not had...a considerable amount of practice to be able to hide from so many trained eyes. Now tell us who you are or Goliath here will rip you limb from limb.
Slowly smile Simply sir, I am no one.
A tingling feeling seems to come over her from the window of the Fleeting Quail. "Geez I hate that feeling...some creeper is watching us through the window. Maybe we should approach him once we enter the bar." Crystal says between gritted teeth as she ignores the comment made by the brute.
Having paid at the arrival of the drink, Ian leaves the inn, walking around to the window My my, you people are... smiles again Interesting...His voice is somewhat lulling, soft.
Pot calling the kettle black... Ybewyr thinks as Moone talks to him.
He kinda...hops out of the back of the wagon that is not facing the building and kinda slips away from the party to try to find another way in other then the front door. He did not like front doors.
She watches the new commer carefully, a she just does not trust him. Leering at girls through the window, and just everything made me suspicious. " And how can we help you.?" She asks softly as she trails her hand across her mace.
Meets eyes unearingly, staring I am a simple man, I seek only entertainment. You all happen to have caught my eye. You seem to be up to something...entertaining. The same lulling voice, somewhat excited.
"You keep using that word, but I doubt you know what it means. Especially around these people."
She glares at Ybewyr before speaking, "You seem to think that my profession is all that I think about...you would be surprised how little I actually work since I was paid well for the few times it happened."
Ybewyr snarles at Crystal and says "You seem to forget what some of the first words out of your mouth were when you saw me."
Does not hear any of this as he slips in the back door
"I say what I want to get what I want. Does not mean I will follow throught with what I say."
"Oh really now?"
"You do not belong in this conversation. Stay out of it." Ybewyr says to Moone.
Hearing the commotion from inside the wagon Taldra sticks her head out the door on the wagon. "My new friend maybe this elven gentleman came looking for a little bit of companionship for a short time. After all I did hear the word entertainment." Taldra replies as she steps out rest of the way. She is wearing a simple dress made of cotton. Her dress is a dark purple color, almost that of her eyes. Her white hair is hanging loosely around her shoulders."Might I introduce myself, I am Mistress Taldra Torviir, and the are my traveling companions." Taldra curtsies to the new comer making sure he gets a VERY good look at her breasts.
After Taldra leaves the wagon she enters searching through the dresses that Taldra owns finding one that fits her liking. She finds a dress pulling it over her leather armor. She fixes looks in the mirror in the room fixing her hair making to look most tussled and seductive. She then steps back out leaning on the door. "Think this will get us into the Golden Rule?"
Due to this mans nature he opens the box to check the contents. He knows he may tell the others later so he just wanted to get his curiosity out of the way before hand.
He closes the chest up and picks up the bloody thing and starts walking back outside through the way he came in, the back door. He walks back up to the Gypsy wagon and holds the small chest out for everyone to see. Behold. I bring you great tidings. And something of job required garments I donno... He walks past the new guy and the Drow heading to the back of the wagon to put it in there for safe keeping till they decide to get into the chest. careful now...I sence this man is...different...from others...call it experienced guess...
Taldra casts detect magic on all of the items Salazar has in hands.
Crystal does as well as she looks at the ring the closest... "No one leaves just a gold ring." She murmurs.
Crystal looks at the picture with a small smirk before speaking, "Sounds easy enough." She then tries to find out what type of magic it is.
Aww, all these interesting people and all I'm showing is dull, quiet me, let me move to match... Promptly sits on the ground and begins the ritual for summoning my eidolon
Ian seems to draw in the light of the area. his hands seem to project it back, to eerily glow. His skin begins to lighten, severely.Within all this, his skin begins to crawl, to visibly stretch and shape. This display begins to resolve, leaving an eerily lanky, slender creature with pale alabaster skin. His face seems a manequin, a flat mask with no obvious mouth or nose, only the suggestion of such. The only visible eyes are dark slits, cracks in the flat porcelain of his face. He stands slowly, and looks around. An eerie aura of unease spreads from him. His mask of a face suggests a smile, and he states, in a voice almost a whisper, Hello
"Salazar I'm sure we can using some of the things I have to make you look like that man in the portrait. Come Let's get to work."
Now that I have given that my name and 'shown my hand' so to speak, might I learn your names as well?
"One question Taldra how are we gonna sneak Mr. Tall and Slender in?" She asks as she gestures to Moone as he is now combined with his summon.
"I am Ybewyr, the nature's wrath."
If it would help, I could send him away, though I am loath to do so if unnecessary.
well...that's unnatural... The slightly golden tented skinned man thought he was a rare breed of race up until now as he has never seen something like this before and did not quite understand how this could happen. His lack of knowledge outside of murder finally is coming back to haunt him. He takes the picture and nods at Taldra and works with her to get to looking like him.
"Well he's elven and very attractive so I dont see why he can't just walk in with us." Taldra says with a smile
Perhaps something less monstrous than us would suffice. Good Night. The last is whispered in his regular voice. The pale white skins seems to bloom and shift, falling away and sweeping off like so much mist, leaving the half-elf, standing in a seemingly diminished stature. I might even be able to aid in an performances necessary. He taps the case, which is slung on the underside of his backpack by straps from the underside.
She sighs , "Very true...I supposed." Although he looks kinda like a pretty boy to me when not like that. She thinks to herself as she mutters something to herself as she casts a spell, Prestidigitation, her eyes changing from one yellow and one blue to both a robin egg blue. "anything else that should be done before we head off? I can aid in the entertainment as well with my magic." She asks to the party.