Even Angels Weep

Game Master DragonBlood472

"Hmm..they both sound good. Anything that includes a massage, heat and calm is good for me." she responds with a warm smile.

"Excellent, if you will follow me I will get you started." Akasha is led to a quiet room with a raised cot, a table with drawers and a stool. On the cot is a sheet. "I will leave you to disrobe, if you prefer you may make use of one of the silken robes found in the second draw, make use of the sheet, or remain nude. If you would like scented oils, it is best to remain nude or use the sheet to choose which parts to leave uncovered. Do you have a preference for a male or female masseuse?"

Everything will cost you 5gp.

"I could think of several endeavors that would be made better by your assistance, but at the moment I was curious if you had the time and inclination to guide me to a magewright in Everbright, someone to dust off this old trophy that I wear."

"And what do I get for this guide duty?

Thinking for a moment Akasha smiles contentedly looking around the room. "Female. And definitely a yes on the scented oils." she says the ambiance already relaxing.

The woman leaves the room and a few minutes later another enters. Akasha soon finds herself near sleep as the woman's hands work away the knots and tension in her muscles. She is treated to a facial and placed in a steam room for awhile as well. She is brought wine and fruit periodically as well, so much so that as night begins to fall she feels a little tipsy and far to relaxed to enjoy the idea of walking back.

Silian feigns surprise. "You mean you desire more than my company? Well, what would you like? I am certain we can benefit each other."

Jess pushes away from the wall and with a smile she says, "I tell you what, I'm bored. Buy me a meal that doesn't come from this place and we'll call it good."

Upon the next instance of the concierge checking in on her, Akasha looks up with a languid smile. "I think I may need to call a carriage or something, because I am far too relaxed to walk back to where I'm staying. Any suggestions." she asks, smiling more warmly that she would if completely sober.

"That I most certainly can do. Lead on, m'lady." Silian bows slightly and follows after her, leaving Vannevar to shadow as he will.

"Of course, Lady d'Denith. I can have one called her for you right away," She says with a warm smile.

Jessamin moves through all levels of the city of Sharn as if she is just as comfortable walking among the upper class as she was the low. A few people stop to wave at her as she passes them by, and twice a child runs up to through her arms around Jess' waste. Eventually you make your way to Everbright where Jess stops outside of a nondescript building and leans against the door frame. She indicates that this is where you have requested to go by motioning for you to go inside with her thumb.

Silian shrugs and steps into the establishment. "Good day." He calls as he steps inside.

Inside the walls are lined with bookcases and tables. Books and scrolls cover most of the table's surfaces. A human woman stands in front of a table with her back turned to you, three books float about in the air in front of her. When she hears your voice the books close and lower themselves to the table. She turns to look at you and although she looks young, something in her eyes tells you that she is much older than her appearance would suggest. She studies you in silence for a moment, her hands folded one atop the other in front of her abdomen.

"Good day to you as well," She responds simply, she doesn't bother to ask what you have come for, assuming you will tell her soon enough.

Silian nods slightly. "Do you have the resources to improve the quality of this hide and to enchant it to resist cuts and blows?"

"Thank you, that would be perfect. I'll definitely be coming back here, your services are sublime." Akasha responds happily.

The woman's eyes leave Silian to momentarily glide over Vannevar and her head cocks slightly to the side. Looking back at Silian she steps forward to examine the proffered hide. After another moment the rather odd woman looks back up at Silian and says simply, "I do."

She reaches towards a table and a ledger flies from it and into her hand. A quill marks a spot in the ledger and she opens it to that location. With pen poised above the book she says, "It will cost a sum total of 1150 Galifars. Half of that will be required now, the other half when you return. You may return to pick it up the same time tomorrow. Name, please?"

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"I am pleased to hear that you have enjoyed yourself so! Have a safe ride and a pleasant night."

Akasha returns back to the Cracked Mirror feeling simply wonderful.

Something about the woman makes Vannevar very uncomfortable, and he clenches the hilt of his sword as she moves nearer to Silian but he says nothing and holds his ground.

Practically gliding back in Akasha waves at any of the party members as she heads up to her room, relaxed and mildly tipsy.

Still here, and probably lots tipsy from just listening to the locals over ales.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Silian d'Thuranni." he says flatly as he watches her for signs of recognition in himself or Vannevar, if she hadn't already recognized his dragonmark.

To Akasha- As the coins are handed over, "You are impaired. Is the condition temporary?"

The woman remains completely expressionless as you tell her your name, in fact, you haven't seen much of any expression from the woman other than the slight turn of her head as she took in Vannevar. Her voice even lacks expression. It seems almost as if she is operating in her sleep, perhaps she is just very distracted.

She writes your name in the ledger along with what it is you have asked her to do and the cost before turning the book and extending the quill to you. "Sign here, please."

Tava enjoys several baths at the inn, years of filth washing off of her to reveal...a normal orc.

With her new found wealth, (and hopefully some one to assist her in talking), she wanders the city to purchase the following.

Masterwork Scimitar 350 gp
Masterwork Kukri 308 gp
Masterwork Chain Shirt 250 gp
Heavy Wooden Shield 7 gp

And after seeing some of the women walking around in nice clothing instead of cured rat pelts...

A pretty Dress!

Outfit, Courtier's 30 Gp

Total 945 GP

Pending GM approval

Pretty much anything can be found in Sharn, so if you have the money for it, spend it ;) If Silian doesn't mind, you might have been able to go about town with him. Quick, someone draw a picture of Tava in a dress!

"I wouldn't exactly call it 'impaired', but the wine at the spa was very good, and I just may be a little tipsy." she replies with a hint of a giggle. "Ill be fine once I sleep it off, which as relaxed as I am right now is likely to happen right here if I don't get myself to a nice soft bed in a few minutes." she continues. "I do appreciate the concern though."

Just making sure that Akasha realizes Garotte is giving her his money. Clarifying with Garotte how much of his money he is giving to Akasha.

Thanks 'cause I totally missed that.

All of it. Warforged lack pockets.

Tava is welcome to accompany Silian and Vannevar.

Silian shrugs as he signs the ledger, and speaks casually to Vannevar in the language of hissing shadows.
"Nalkra nonukenuke ku kigiji?"

Perception 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Sense Motive 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Vannevar responds in his dry voice:

Jonah wobbles a bit as he stands up to wave at Akasha as she comes back into the tavern.

He then goes back to listening to those in the tavern.

will do a bit of shopping when I have had a chance to sit down with my books now that I have recovered somewhat from my trip. :)

Silian nods as he counts out half the payment. "That seems to be going around lately." he replies in the Common tongue. Turning to the shopkeep, "I shall return in the morning." He hesitates for a moment as he hands over his oldest possession. Looking down at his tunic, "Vannevar, keep me from getting stabbed for a day, will you?"

"Evening, Lord d'Thuranni. It will not be ready until the evening, about this same time tomorrow."

"I do my best, M'lord, though you do make it hard at times."

Tava did you want to role play out any of your shopping or interactions with the N/PC's?

As they shop for Tava's wares. He speaks to the orc. "With a little soap and better lighting, you look a much fairer shade of green." Realizing he may be going to fast he gestures to all of Tava and then smiles, offering a nod of appreciation for Tava's efforts.

Verrinaice!

Silian, Vannevar, and Tava make their way back to the inn with Jess leading the way. When Vannevar questions Jessamin about the behavior of the woman she took Silian to do business with Jess chuckles and waves her hand. "She's harmless. Mostly anyway, I mean as harmless as any magic user ever is. She just... sees things. Or hears them. I'm not sure which, maybe both. She's always focused on things we can't hear or see."

You make it back to the Cracked Mirror without further issue of any sort. You see Jonah sitting at a table with a a mug, and Garotte standing passively in the shadows. Akasha isn't anywhere to be seen.

Jonah waves at the group as they troop into the room.

Silian gives a mock salute to Jonah as he heads upstairs to change. A few minutes later, Silian returns in much finer garments than he usually wears, a darkweave nobelman's ensemble of purples and blacks. Approaching Jessamin once more, "I believe we are to have dinner elsewhere?" he says smiling.

Jess chuckles and purses her lips, spinning her finger around indicating she wants Silian to show off his nice clothes. "Well now, I can't go out looking like this with you looking like that. Give me a few minutes?" She disappears into the back of the inn and comes out about a half hour later wearing an evening gown, her hair has been piled up on top her head, her eyes lined in kohl, and rouge applied to her lips. You barely recognize her at all so transformed is she.

Retroactive Favor check for dinner reservations.

Favor: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

The minimum DC would have been 10, but since this has no real affect on the game and it amuses me I'll allow it, you were barely able to secure dinner reservations at a nice restaurant using your family's contacts.

The two of you have a nice dinner together, though Silian might be disappointed to find that the deference his status brings him does more to amuse Jessamin than it does to impress her.

When you return to the inn, it is late and the commons room is mostly empty.

will subtract 1 gp, for drinks for myself, and a couple of rounds for the house while I was just trying to listen for rumours. :)
Also, in game morning, is when I will do my shopping.

Jonah, make me a diplomacy roll.

As Silian escorts Jessamin back to the Cracked Mirror, he keeps his arm around hers, his sword arm free in case trouble breaks out. Returning to the mirror he smiles and kisses the back of her hand. "After fending off curs and crazies, I must say this is the most pleasant evening I have had in some time... though it doesn't have to draw to a close this early."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

A slow smile crosses Jessamin's lips. She trails a fingernail down Silian's chest before turning and walking away slowly. She moves behind the bar and disappears from view for a moment before revealing a bottle of wine and two glasses. Looking back over her shoulder at Silian, she winks and disappears into a back room leaving the door open behind her.

Jonah can you replace my kidney if this is all a black market organ scam?

Grinning, Silian follows the half-elf shutting the door behind him.

Rofl. Working on the transition posting, guys. Sorry, your DM has caught the plague and isn't working at full capacity.

Vannevar sighs and shakes his head before taking up station in the commons room so that he can hear Silian if he calls out for aid.