Dm Kumo's Crypt of the Everflame

Game Master Logan Holt

Elvar knows how to respond to that one, and confidently sweeps you off your feet, taking you to bed for your nightly ritual, your eager student keeping it anything but routine.

Feel free to chew the scenery or any things you want to take care of, do, see, etc on your three days before I actually dock the ship.

The next three days pass without incident and you pull into the Gulf of Accord and see the first outlines of the large rock outcroppings that house the city of Detmer. Not long after the Sapphire Harbor comes into view, two large Navy Galleys pull alongside the Red Lady. Captain Cormack is more than happy to allow them to board and offers her manifest. A few routine questions later, they depart and the smaller galley escorts you into harbor before breaking off and returning to the mouth of the Gulf.

Sa'sori completely surrenders to Evlar's touch, melting in his embrace. Tonight she yields entirely to his warrior's strength letting him possess her. Her soft cries and gasps of pleasure meant for only him. Leaving no doubt in the young fighter's mind.. she is HIS woman!

Sa'sori spends the three days trying to improve her climbing, and acrobatics in the rigging getting as familiar with the Red Lady's rig as possible. She will also try to get in a little swimming practice. Not content with the woefulness of her skills in such things she's trying to be come the best sailor she possibly can.

Every evening she chats and spars practicing with Evlar and Ashlyn and the rest of the crew.. keeping her martial skills at their peek and building her friendship with the crew.

Everyday at noon lunch she will take some time to meditate and practice her magic.

Sa'sori is ... a little put off by the ostentatiousness of the Druma officials with their, as she sees it, gaudy and, in her opinion, tastelessly extravagant dress...

But she makes no comment merely shaking her head and smirking in derision.

Ashlyn's teasing and flirting only get worse with each passing day, and Elvar in turn attacks you more fiercely each night.

When you finally arrive in Detmer, Captain Cormack will expectly dock the ship at their approved landing but before allowing any of you to leave, she pulls each crewman into a private meeting with her and Able. The meeting is a simple question, "Do you wish to stay or should I find you other work?"

One by one, you're brought in and one by one each crewman leaves without anyone else knowing their answer.

Sa'sori simply~ thoroughly enjoys the entire situation... and makes no attempt to hide the wholly self-satisfied expression of someone getting way too much good sex, every evening and often times every morning as well! She will subtly flirt with Ashlyn... just to keep her mind in a constant state of Lust-filled desire, and reap the benefits herself every evening and morning quite joyfully.

As for Evlar, Sa'sori will put up a token resistance to fight him for dominance in bed.. but only as a ploy to 'inspire' him to use his warrior's strength to hold her down and 'punish' her~ overwhelming her even MORE thoroughly with his burning passions and ravishing all resistance from her body with pleasure... knowing that every joy-filled gasp of pleasure she breaths out, every whimpering cry for mercy she begs him for, every writhing trembling shudder of pleasure that wracks her body in his hungry embrace only sinks the hooks of her affection deeper into his heart making him more and more HER man! Though, she does ponder absently that the Ardor of his passions are doing the same to her heart in return making her HIS woman... the thought of spending the rest of her life chained to his bed solely for his personal pleasure... becomes more and more strangely appealing to her heart.

She will have a few bruises in the morning but remembers 'earning' them with joy, knowing Evlar would never intentionally harm her... she will make sure he does not notice them by hiding any bruise with her cantrips.

After a fashion she feels sorry for Ashlyn, for though men like to think they are the more passionate gender and most women are content to let them believe that... Sa'sori from her training in the Temple knows different. Young men are like a white hot flame that is all to soon exhausted, but a young woman is like a inferno... that grows hotter the more fuel it is fed... a passion that does not burn out .. but lingers only slowly subsiding as it consumes all the fuel available! Poor Ashlyn has no release for her desires... unlike Evlar.

Sa'sori does not need to interfere and only subtly urges things on not really wanting to hurt Ashlyn.. or Evlar... but IS trying to get them both to see how much happier they would ALL be in each others arms~ in bed. But she will let them come to that conclusion on their own.

For Captain Cormack~ in private, Sa'sori will gently take her hand, caressing the back of it with her thumb in a tender display of deep affection and tell her, "I meant Every Word I spoke Anne... this is my home and where You sail .. so do I!"

How blunt are you in letting Elvar know. He is very innocent and while he is enjoying the flirting and she has an effect on him. He was raised in monogamy and doesn't even consider that anything else could or would be allowed.

Once everyone has had their meeting with the Captain, she will finally emerge and speak to the crew. "Our passengers have elected to remain on board while we are docked. I have a few things to take care of in town myself, so I'm going to have to ask a few of you to stay overnight on the ship. The rest of you are welcome to shore leave to use as you see fit. We'll draw lots for each night, so without further ado..."

Able takes his que drawing lots from a small sack. [b]"Elvar, Zachery, you'll both need to stay here tonight. You don't have to keep watch or anything too severe just keep an eye out and make sure no one takes the ship."

Captain Cormack will take back over, "Make sure you pick up your payment before you go if you haven't already. If you have a night watch, be here before sunset. Dismissed and enjoy."

2d10 ⇒ (5, 10) = 15

Hmmm... ok, during the inevitable 'pillow talk' in the afterglow of their unions... Sa'sori will gently bring up the subject of Ashlyn to find out Evlar's feelings about the young woman. She will lead the conversation to how sorry she feels that Ashlyn has no one for her affections... and how lucky Sa'sori feels to have her one man so tender and loving to fill her with joy and how HE makes her feel so needed and loved. Then she will suggest that perhaps they should invite Ashlyn to join them one morning together in bed with the reasoning they both like her and they both want her to be as happy and feel needed and loved as they both feel for each other?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

...wow Sa'sori is really embracing her "inner-slut"! lols

Sa'sori will collect her payment and smiling go into town for some shopping... asking Ashlyn to accompany her and Evlar, since he need only be back to the ship by sunset...

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

'{snicker}.. wow she's really good at this.. she is truly a wanton seductress!'

But Sa'sori does not actually make any pass at Ashlyn, she is merely being a friend... like two teen girls with their young Bo-protector~ all half-elves going to market as a trio to shop for girly things he can carry back to the ship for them. The stark contrast between them... the long silky Dark raven hair and pale untouched skin of Ashlyn with her enchanting Amber eyes compared to the Long flowing braids of cascading honey-colored hair and sun-tanned skin enticingly decorated red-hued arcane tattoos with her vibrant beautiful violet eyes of Sa'sori .. likely turn many heads as they wander the market streets of Detmer together.

Sa'sori ponders thankfully the men of Druma are all followers of their silly Codes of the Kalistrad... and that Evlar is with them... or someone might be interested in adding the twin beauties to their personal harem of lovely possessions! She has nothing particular she is looking for but she does buy a silver navel piercing bit of jewelry with a tiny semi-precious red ruby at a price of 5gp... suggesting that Ashlyn buy a very similar one of a blue sapphire of the same value to match and contrast each other. She will purchase another simple but fetching dress for 2gp - A nice 'double cost' Artisan's Outfit.

The will walk the city together enjoying, the sights and the outlandish dress of the locals... laughing between themselves. Then Sa'sori will lead them to a Apothecary... where she will again purchase another twenty days worth of Night Tea 2gp. She will gift ten doses of Night Tea to Ashlyn in a not so subtle hint, she will whisper to her, "You should join us one morning as a surprise.. our cot is large and welcoming"... when she catches her at some opportune moment gazing at Evlar hungrily when he does not notice.

Bluff: 'Seduction - Ashlyn' Take 10! 10 + 8 = 18

Total spent 8gp

Elvar will admit that he's attracted and shes a fine friend, but he doesn't love her. His desire is a more urge based. The thought of getting to be with her certainly gets you a nice ravishing, adding in that you want to sleep with her as well only encourages the boy.

Also you've travelled about 250 miles thus far.

Ashlyn will happily take you up on the offer for company. Ashlyn will decline the ring stating that she doesn't care for jewelry. When you find the tailor though, she is far more interested. She tried on half a dozen outfits from elegant dresses to more casual clothes she can wear at sea. Her sense of style is an elegant blend between the functional, tight fitting Elven style with the flowing, openness that humans seem to prefer. Her outfits are a wonderful blend of low cut, high slipped outfits that flow off of her, dipping in to hug her at her best assets. Everything draws your attention to her perfect rear.

Every outfit she ties is also a test of Elvar's resolve as she models the item and forces an opinion out of him.

Upon your gift of the night tea, Ashlyn raises her eyebrow trying to judge if your serious or not. "You don't mind if I have him? I thought..."

Sa'sori is fascinated by Ashlyn's elven since of fashion... as clearly she has been raised more by humans than much association with elves... despite being a 'Temple Girl' of CALISTRA! She will consult Ashlyn from now on~ about what fashions and style would be best for a more mix of elven themes in her own wardrobe. Likely she will change her own purchase to have a more traditionally elven styled dress to accentuate.. her impressive bust.

Sa'sori will smile an hug her in a sisterly fashion, "Of course I don't mind your having Evlar! His heart and love, he tells me, is only for me.. but he does like you and he can see how much you like him. I am not a possessive woman, or the jealous type. Of course.. I would not mind... pleasuring YOU myself.. as your desires for him are clear... be gentle with him.. he's an innocent at heart~ and I will be gentle with you as well lovely Ashlyn..."

The last added with a gentle caress of her cheek...

She smiles sincerrely at your words and adds, "Poor Elvar, drawn for guard duty the first night I have permission to be with him." The rest of the day Ashlyn has a newfound confidence and ramps the teasing of poor Elvar up. Once content to just use her words to tease him, she now finds herself, giving Elvar light flirting touches. Pressing up against him when she can. She is very confident in her body and uses it to tease him to full effect.

Elvar being who he is, stoicly resists. His eyes often falling to you as he pulls away from Ashlyn if her touch get's too inappropriate. As night grows close, Elvar joins you for dinner at a tavern/inn, seeing you both to your rooms before he heads back to the ship for his night watch.

Sa'sori only smiles at Evlar with each of his embarrassed looks when Ashelyn gets close to him. Dawning on her ... Evlar will need a direct invitation from her to realize what the two women have already decided upon. Her heart flutters with deep affection for his innocence... and fidelity.

Before he leaves for his Night duty, she will slide up to him and gently pull him by his shirt to her... then gesturing to Ashlyn to come close they will both simultaneously kiss him upon the lips smiling...

Sa'sori with say after releasing him, "We'll BOTH be waiting for you here at the end of your shift... eagar to share ours bodies with you... try not to be too tired, you'll need all your strength~ to satisfy us Both, beloved!"

For the rest of the evening, Sa'sori does not make any passes at Ashlyn, she subtly flirts but its only in a teasing nature. Together they enjoy the evening parting and bouncing from tavern to tavern just getting to know each other enjoying a mutual friendship. Sa'sori will try to learn more of Ashlyn's past and her upbringing... sharing details of her own 'dark' childhood as well. Sa'sori is building her own excitement and desire for Ashlyn feeding it so the eventual consummation will all the more sweet and enjoyable with the lovely dark-haired half-elven beauty...

Ashlyn doesn't return your flirting, but she is friendly. Her father and mother both lived in Greengold. Her father, a human was a very minor assistant to Selwyn Vanaidorl when he was still a merchant. As his boss moved on to greater things, her father bought Vanaidorl's share of a small trade guild her father ran. Her mother was a half-elven seamstress who owned a small, but well respected tailoring shop in Greengold that she inherited from her mother and grandmother alike. Ashlyn is the youngest of three girls. Both of her sisters remain in Greengold, the eldest working in their mother's shop, the middle child having taken up artistic glassblowing. Ashlyn wanted to travel the world so she was allowed to travel and train on a few merchant ships as a guard. Having paid most of her training off, she now just offers her services as a sellsword and journey wherever she wishes.

Ashlyn speaks fondly of a boy named Chris she knew growing up. Her first love, who still owns her heart. A strong, rugged man who joined the military. They dated for many years, until he was unfortunately killed in the line of duty. While she doesn't say as much, it's clear she is still heartbroken over him. She has needs, but she isn't looking for love.

Anything else you want to know?

Sa'sori is... hesitant to relate her life's story... she does not want pity. But she does want to share her ...emotional burdens.

"I.. I...did not have a nice childhood. You are very fortunate Ashlyn. I was born in Korvosa... to my human parents. My mother, Jehnna, was a skullery maid at court. She was...seduced by an elven minister at court~ named Kalissreavil and... I was the result. My... step-father, a poor cobbler named Taramin... never loved me and resented my presence for mother's... infidelity. I had a older step-brother, Dustin.. he was nice to me... but he went away to the Mendeev Crusades. Father disowned him for that ...and we received word months later he'd died in battle. Mother was always kind to me, she was...so Very pretty... what I can remember of her... but she died of consumption when I was very young 12 winters only. Two weeks latter... father sold me to Katepeshi pirate-slavers out of spite and hatred of me... it was ...terrible when... my step-father put the manacles on me himself!"

She pauses clearly emotion seizing her.

"The slavers... they did .. terrible things to me... they... tortured me for their sick pleasure. I was put on a slaveship with many other slaves bound for Riddleport. They kept me around 'serve' them, for three years waiting until I came into my womanhood.. and were planning to sell my... virginity in the slave markets of Katipesh for a king's ransom! It.. was a dark time. But before they made good on their plans.. my Sorcerer's blood awakened when I turned 15... and I managed to use it to escape to the streets of Riddleport. I spent months trying to escape that cesspool.. but its was hard to hide from them, they knew the city better than I. Eventually they caught up with me and I fled into the Temple of CALISTRA, begging for sanctuary. The Temple agreed to protect me and shelter me, they... offered me a deal that they would provide for my sorcerer's training... if I served the Temple for Two years. I could have refused... but... I was... so scared."

"The Temple Trained me for a Year... and I became a Temple Prostitute for two y-years."

She smiles trying to put on a brave face.

"It actually wasn't all bad, I mean~ I got good meals, nice cloths... gold to spend."

Then her gaze drops fists clenching in her lap.

"The Temple did exactly what they said they would, the protected me, fed and clothed me... gave me a home. B-but... they stole away my childhood.. my innocence. When other young girls were playing with dolls and knitting summer dresses... I was learning the finer details of giving proper blow-jobs... {chuckle}!"

"I... I paid... and dearly for my Sorcerer's apprenticeship.. and the Church lived up to their end. At the end of the 2 years they sent me to the town of Kassen.. to Moltus Vargidan.. an aged master sorcerer. He.. he was not very nice... he would cast charm spells to take my will away from me to bring me to his bed ... to.. have his way with me. Charm spells don't cloud the memories, you remember it all. His disgusting sons also made sure to paw me up whenever they could {sigh}! But I endured it and I learned how to master my magic... and after 4 years I left earning my adult status, and I never looked back."

"I left Kassen with... what I thought were friends... on a quest to return a stolen potentially dangerous artifact... stolen by agents of the Church of Razmir after they murdered quite a few towns folk. I wanted to do the right thing.. to make a difference b-but my friends abandoned me. We attempted to infiltrate the Razmir Temple in Tamran... that is where I met Evlar. The... mission did not go well.. and I was... left to try to complete it alone. Only Evlar stuck with me... b-but I failed. Evlar saved me.. he bargained with the Razmirians to save my life... he could have just run.. but he saved me. They took all the wealth I had managed to acquire... and told us never to return to Tamran or they would burn Kassen to the ground... good riddance for all I care... but they threatened also to kill Evlar's family, even though is father kicked him out.. their still family! At least... his father didn't sell him to slavers! Captain Caromack took us in.. likely saving us both from a terrible fate."

"And... here I am {chuckle}!"

Here her expression turns pained...

"... I...I know.. I'm ...damaged. I've... had... terrible things done to me... and I've ... done such shameful things. Shameful things... they made me learn to enjoy. I.. can't talk to Evlar about it... I could not bear what he might think of me! I.. just wanted you to know... if..i-if I seem... weird. I.. really don't mean any harm... honest. I do want to be your friend... Ashlyn e-even if I'm sometimes such a... terrible b#&+#."

"Evlar's so kind to me.. so noble .. so... heroic. He is the first young man.. in a long long time.. I wanted in my bed of my own free will. He is my first love."

Tears well in her eyes and she continues her voice a bit broken up, "...I just feel ...sometimes... so unworthy of him, so defiled... so... filthy. I'd be devastated... if I lost him... I love him so much!"

She buries her face in her hands... to dry her mostly unshed tears. Taking a deep breath she sighs.

Looking up at Ashlyn, "I'm so very sorry you lost your Chris... he sounds like he was such a nice young man! If you ever want to talk about it.. I'm here to be your friend... believe me.. I know loss!"

She smiles sadly, "But.. the past is the past right? We jus' need to live in the now.. and look forward to a brighter future.. we have each other now.. and a home and true friends!"

She laughs it off but something rings untrue about her last words, "...I'm sort of curious to know what my 'Real' father is like... so a trip toward Kyonin..seems a good start. Not that I think he'll have any interest in me... but I'm just curious.. I think every child wants to know about their parents.. if even just a little... {aheh}!"

Ashlyn listens closely to everything you have to say reaching out and placing her hand on your gently. "I'm sorry, I don't really know what to say beyond that. I am sorry though." The whole mood of the conversation has shifted, and she seems at a loss for words on where to go about it from here.

Sa'sori smiles, "I-it's ok, Ashlyn~ and Thank you. I don't mean to drop all that on you... I'm not looking for pity. Its just nice to let someone.. truly know and understand~ Who I am and Why. I don't think I have a monopoly on loss and pain... but the gods sure gave me a good helping of it!"

"Are you planning to visit your parents on our way to Absalom...we will pass by Greengold?"

The conversation ...seems to have been something of a cathartic release for the young woman... and quickly her demeanor seems to improve... her spirits slowly rising again...

Ashlyn returns your smile, "Of course, I try to visit whenever I can. You're welcome to come meet them if you like."

Sa'sori brightens instantly, "Oh I would dearly love to... I'm so pleased you invited me...!"

"I just hope I've enough gold once we get to Greengold to really purchase some Elven clothing and perhaps some useful scrolls of magic. I've been working on mastering enchanting wondrous items. Don't know if I'll master it before we arrive... but such items are very valuable for sale... should help me recoup some of my financial losses~ hopefully."

"You can't be hurting that bad, especially with how much we're making on this job."

Sa'sori smiles, "Absalom is a long ways away... and magic is Very expensive. But no.. I'm not hurting..."

"I just lost a significant amount of wealth stolen from me by the Razmirians.. and I'd had big plans for that wealth to properly equip me as a sorceress adventurer.. things measured in hundreds of gold. I'd like to get those plans back on track. I currently don't have a 100th of the amount that was taken from me!"

Ashlyn shrugs, "Fair enough, I guess."

Sa'sori shrugs, "I've got plenty of time to reacquire wealth... It'll happen soon enough."

Standing she moves to the open space in the floor of the room, "Well.. I best do my daily meditation.. practice my magic... I'll keep it down. Get some rest... we'll need it for tomorrow morning {wink}!"

She hesitates a moment, "You know, you don't have to share him to keep him."

Sa'sori smiles, "But I don't mind... I like you too... You really excite him.. and me; so no loss but perhaps we gain your intimate affections as well?"

She chuckles, "All part and parcel to being 'damaged'... my normal is not where others normal is at. I've had... so many lovers.. its hard to break myself of the mindset.. 'the more lovers I have.. the more valued I am worth'. But that's not what I feel for you Ashlyn.. I truly WANT to pleasure you... cause you're my friend and I do love you.. and I want to show you how much you mean to me~ after my own strange fashion."

"That's the real b%!%* of it.. where does Sa'sori begin and the Temple Whore training end? I'm never entirely sure.. if its just trained conditioning or my own desires? What if there is no difference... anymore? I'm not really gonna know.. well.. until I know?"

Ashlyn squirms a little uncomforatably, "Being honest, I've never been interested in, or tried, being with a woman. I want Elvar, and if that's the cost, I'll give it a go, just..." she hesitates finding the words, "let me get some wine in first."

Sa'sori immediately steps over to her placing a hand gently on her shoulder.. not seductively for the first time!

Leaning in to look her squarely in the eyes, "Ashlyn you are my friend, I have spent My whole life.. paying a price for what I felt I needed or wanted! I would NEVER force you to do something.. you don't want to do.. just to fullfill what you think you need or want! I may be a Wanton SLUT at heart.. but I DO know how to be a good friend! And that is neither good or friendly... if you do not desire me.. how could I force you to do something you would feel ashamed of doing? I love you, Ashlyn... and love does not demean but looks out for others needs First! You don't have to be with me to have Evlar.. my friend!"

Sa'sori, stands back smiling, "...but I would like to watch if you wouldn't mind?"

She bites her lip in a very unintentionally sexy way, her flesh darkening in a blush, "I didn't say you were forcing me, just that, I have not done that before. Besides, I know you won't force me, and Elvar wouldn't let you anyways. So if I get uncomfortable, I'll stop. I'll give it a go, just, it may take me a bit to get into it."

Letting her lip free of her teeth, she gives a naughty grin, "Besides, can you imagine his face when he sees the two of us together." Ashlyn smiles and gives you a gentle hug, before she returns to her room, to give you the solitude to meditate.

Sa'sori smiles a very lascivious smile, "..we are So going to screw you 'til your toes curl... I Promise you THAT my dear Ashlyn!"

"And yes, we'll blow his mind...{chuckle}! See you tomorrow morning... early."

The night goes by, and just before the sun rises, there is a gentle knock on your door.

Sa'sori wakes and slips out bed wearing her shear nightgown she bought the day before while shopping... moving to the door she snatches up her Elven curve blade ...just in case. Looking over to Red Wing perched on the window seal watching... she answers the door asking before unlocking, "Y-Yes, who is it?"

A second knock on the door, just as gentle as before.

Sa'sori is wary, quickly casting her shield spell... but then she unlocks and cracks the door open... her curve blade held tightly behind her, "Yes?"

Sa'sori sees two men, one in a guard's uniform the other in dark leather just behind the first. As soon as you crack the door, the guard attempts to shove the door open.

Opposed strength checks first then roll initiative, if you beat theirs you may post your action as well.

guards strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
guards's initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
other man's initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Strength check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Sa'sori shouts, "Hey, who are you...? What do you want? Stay out of my room!"

Sa'sori slams the door shut and locks it!

You hear the voices of the two men bickering.

"Damnit, how did you let her push it shut. Get the door open quick!"

The door and the weak hinges fail as the guard shoulders his way through the door.

Break door: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Sa'sori backs away - 5'ft step {free Action}, her arcane tattoos flashing into instant fury and she casts Burning Hands {Standard Action} at the two men...

Burning Hands: {fire} 5d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 2, 4) = 13 {Ref DC15 - 1/2 Dam}

The cone of fire engulfs both men in a wash of hungry flames...'sha-WHOOOOOSH!'

"I don't know who you are, but you'd better Identify by what right you have to bash into my room.. or I'll assume your bandits and kill you!"

She is feeling very exposed being only clad in a shear night gown... that is mostly see through... she was NOT expecting a fight..well not of this type...

Sa'sori hefts her Elven curve blade ready to defend her honor and yells for help, "HELP.. Armed Men are busting into MY ROOM!!!"

Red Wing opens the shutters with his beak at the window sill and takes flight shrieking loudly to get attention from anyone on the street.

The lead man in the guard's outfit is quick to dodge your attack, evading it entirely, the second man is not so lucky as the flames lick and burn him.

The guard tumbles past you and readies an attack for when his partner is in position.

"Son of a b+$!%, they didn't say she was a mage. F!$+ing hell." He moves into a flank with his partner and makes a quick attack with a bladed gauntlet. The attack is horribly off center but does serve as a distraction for his partner to disarm you.

The guard barks out in a thick, deep voice, "Where is he? Tell us, and we don't have to hurt you girl!"

Guard's reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
other's reflex save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Guard's acrobatics to avoid AOO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
other man's attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 2 = 11
guard's disarm attempt no AOO: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 = 23

Note: Burning Hands is Ref Sv for half Damage not save for none... Oh.. he must be a rogue... nevermind. I don't get an AoO vs the Disarm attempt... oh.. Improved Disarm?

Sa'sori scowls as her Curve Blade skitters across the floor... not mad at the guard for the expert disarm... but at Herself for being so easily disarmed~ like some helpless kitten! She immediately takes a step out of the flank {Free action}... making a snap decision to move unfortunately closer to the bed in the room but closer to get within reach of her weapon belt and cutlass.

Casting on the defensive she concentrates... her tattoos glowing under her nightgown in the shadow of the room's lighting from the open windows morning glare~ show off her shapely figure quite fetchingly as she unleshes magic missiles {Standard Action} at her two attackers...

Concentration: 'Cast on the Defensive' {DC 17} 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Magic Missile: '2 at the Guard who saved vs the Burning hands, and 1 at the one who failed'
2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7
[1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Sa'sori shouts out, "I don't know what your talking about! GET OUT of MY ROOM!!"

Then she grabs for her cutlass hanging on the bedpost in its sheath {Move Action}

Your spell goes off expertly as both men reel back in pain.

The man in dark leathers having been hit by both spells scowls, "Sod this! I'm not being paid enough!" He will withdraw from your range fleeing down the hall and down the stairs.

"You chicken s$&~! Running from one little girl!" the guard yells at his fleeing comrade. He uses his blade to try and knock your cutless away, but fails to get his attack off properly. He nimbly moves away from you and back to the doorway outside of your range.

Disarm attempt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
tumble away: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Hefting her sword belt Sa'sori draws her silver cutlass to face the man at the door {Move Action}... thinking, {Best to get armed even if your not going to pursue...}

"I AM NOT a GIRL.. I am a WOMAN~ who does not take being Trifled with lightly and You have made a poor mistake in attacking me~ thug! Now YOU are going to answer MY questions... IF, that is, you survive!"

Sa'sori again begins casting again {Standard Action} her arcane tattoos glowing with power.. and she unleashes another barrage of missile missiles.. ALL of them focused on him this time!

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) + 3 = 10

The guard grunts as three more bolts thud into him. "Don't push your luck. You ain't who we want. Tell your passenger 'We haven't forgotten.'" He lifts his hand from his blade long enough to toss a trinket onto the floor at your feet. Then he withdraws down the stairs as well.

Sa'sori sneers back, "You haven't forgotten? Good then Remember this, 'Whoever you are seeking is NOT a passenger on our ship'.. and if you persist in hunting us.. WE WILL STRIKE BACK!"

She does not bother to follow him, Though she does send a mental command to Red Wing to follow the guardsman from above to see where he goes. Next she moves to recover her Elven Curve Blade, belting her weapons belt at her slender waist she sheaths first her cutlass.. then recovering her curve blade scabbard, sheaths it and drapes it across her back. Having served in the temple of CALISTRA for almost three years.. modesty is not her first concern as she moves about her room in the shear nightgown...

Then she turns her attention to the item dropped on the floor... casting detect magic first she searches it for any trace of magical power. Then she retrieves her leather gloves... in case there is some poison on it, but thinks the better of it an casts mage hand to float it in the air before her to closely examine it..

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

The trinket appears to be solid silver pendant, with the imprint of a dagger pointing downward dripping three drops from it's tip. The dagger has a single eye open on the half of the blade that remains in shadow.

Knowledge local and/or knowledge religion.

Sa'sori grimaces unfamiliar with the emblem... but certainly unsettled by it.

Sa'sori possess neither of those skill with any ranks... so she can only roll a max of 10 on any check. Need her next level to improve her skills.. can't do everything yet.

Kno {Local}: 'Untrained' 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

She ponders, {I think its a safe bet... Our Lord Vash is not telling the whole story here...}

Still not touching the pendant Sa'sori carefully takes it to the nearby table and wraps it thickly in her wound binding cloth for safe carrying in her belt pouch.

She grimaces.. her amorous mood ...sorely ruined for this morning.. she walks over to the door to her room to examine the broken lock and door frame...wondering WHY no-one from the Inn had come to investigate all the racket she had been making. Deciding, likely they were paid off.. she would be changing lodgings... if staying ashore at all after this indecent.

Why I tried to build a well rounded party on the ship that still lets Sa'sori shine. Also, I neglected to mention, the guard had bare hands when he tossed it to you.

Within a moment, Ashlyn emerges from her room diagonal across the hall from your and sprints over to you hugging. "Are you injured? I heard the fighting, but I barely had a moment to get out of bed, much less come to your aid." The cold steel of her rapier presses against your hip, as you process that she is wearing a quickly pulled on leather jerkin and her weapon belt, but has not yet had time to equip the remainder of her armor.

Yeah, I had meant to ask if he had handled it barehanded ...but just decided to post her being over cautious .. the PbP media is different thanks face-to-face sit-down play.. so for expedience I just posted her actions. Forgive some exhibitionism here.. I figure by now its time the audience got a good depiction of just what Sa'sori looks like in a detailed description.

This is the first time Ashlyn has ever seen Sa'sori mostly naked.. the shear nightgown leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination...

Sa'sori is nothing short of stunning! Her slender athletic figure a perfect hourglass of feminine form. Her skin a spotless uniform tanned golden-brown, her breasts pointed and conical with pink large nipples and only the lightest trace-frosting of honey colored body hair. Her arcane tattoos did not cris-cross her body in some unrecognizable jumble.. no there was a definite pattern to the red-hued intricate sigils. They lined the outsides of her shoulders and arms, lightly frosted the sides of her throat and cheeks, and continued down the sides of her abdomen and hips to the full length of her slender and muscular dancers legs. The sigils drew the eye to her shapely figure and made one 'want' to see how far down they went... but they were tastefully array accentuating her natural beauty and not vulgarly drawing ones eye to any particular part of her anatomy. They formed an intricate, almost 7 pointing star enticingly around her navel. The sigils seemed to almost softly glow... and if one looked at them too long they seemed to shift like magical script. She had absolutely NO piercings or studds in her long delicate elven ears or body, save for the recent red ruby gemstone navel piercing. Her almost 5'ft long hair fell in cascades of honey colored golden tresses that filled the room with the scent of her. And her lovely violet eyes drew one in to her gaze and they seemed to twinkle with a seductive hunger to her gentle smile. In the dim morning light of the shifting shadows and her almost phosphorescent tattoos caused that ruby navel gemstone to flicker like a distant red star.

Sa'sori has her weapon belt slung at her slender waist her cutlass sheathed at her side... making the night gown~ literally hug every curve of her body... and the shoulder strap of her sheathed elven curve blade across her back accentuates the impressive jutting of her breasts to an eye popping hard to ignore presence!

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Sa'sori returns Ashyln's hug with a heartfelt fierceness, "Oh 'Ashe'! Thank Goddess! I feared they had already taken you away! No.. I'm not injured, but I can't say the same for them!"

Breaking away from the hug, Ashlyn seemly becomes aware of her undressed state and with a deep blush flees to her room to finish dressing, dragging you with her. "What were they after? I can't believe this is happening. This is such a nice inn too!"

Sa'sori cheerfully lets herself be pulled along... {This .. is what I like about Ashlyn.. she's so... innocent. I'll never let Anyone do to her.. what I~ let them do to me!}

She hesitates for the briefest of moments... then replies, "..I think its possible one of the local Kalistrade Lords... wanted to add another lovely possession to his... or her harem, we'd best not stay here another night!"

{The Client paid for secrecy and discretion... I hate lying to Ashlyn.. she deserves better... maybe when this is all over, I'll tell her the truth! I need to get to the Captain and tell her what has transpired... if Red Wing is still trailing the miscreants.. we may have a chance at some real answers...!}

Sa'sori stretches out her feelings to the empathic link to her tattoo familiar trying to sense if he was still in pursuit...

Ashlyn frown deeply, "Gods, and I was looking forward to today too." With a dejected look on her face, she quickly pulls on her pants covering her bare butt. The only item on her that could actually be considered superior to your own gorgeous form.

Ashlyn packed lightly, and tosses the few belongings she has in the room into her bag getting ready to go.

Sa'sori regards Ashlyn's lovely, perfect.. derriere with open admiration murmuring, "..yeah, so was I~ believe me, but anticipation builds only passion for the final reward! I'll go gather my things as well..."

Sa'sori strides back to her room slipping off her weapons belts and nightgown briefly nude in the sunlight streaming into her open room window as she gathers her clothing a quickly gets dressed herself... donning her Silken Ceremonial Armor, buckling on her weapons belts, and packing away her few garments in her backpack but her mind continually stretching out to Red Wing ...trying to read his emotions... {Are you still following your target prey?}

Redwing feels focused, determined, and cautious.

Sa'sori concentrates and fills her own emotions with satisfaction and anticipation.. hoping Red Wing feels her approval and continues with his task.

Snatching up her back pack she returns to Ashlyn's room ready to take their leave of the inn... post haste.

I'll never understand WHY the game designers made the Wizard's familiar so... useless? Hell the Driud and Ranger animal companions seem MUCH more useful! I try to think of them as Disney's Malefescent's Crow familiar.. very smart and intuitively aware of their master's needs and desires.