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Bald male Half-Elf elder

Eidi looks at Mortimer to answer him "That piece of a desert it is just full of slaves and gnolls. If you like smelling to sweat all day, you will love it. I do have to say I found the women there mysterious and appealing"

"Those are the invitations to Zeech's banquet, sure" the half-elf points at the rapiers ⚔ and envelopes then turns to the owner "Are you serving the invitations like some kind of trophy for a game Mr. Loratio?"


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Eidi:

Eidi wrote:
"Is it usually this empty here? What's on with that? I thought people in Alhaster were fervant followers of Asmodeus."

Vierias smiles uncomfortably at the half-elf's observation. "Praise Asmodeus, Praise His Son. Alhaster is certainly in awe of the Dark Prince." It strikes you, the double entendre of his answer. "We are blessed, blessed! I tell you! to have His Son walk the very streets, to give us His attention! It is enough, we are to be grateful for this honor." The way the priest leans his head suggests that he finds the subject matter less tolerable than you seem to find it.

Solrisa:

Solrisa wrote:
Solrisa is completely overwhelmed by the choices. In the end, she picks dragonhide and with lots of blue gemmies and jewelies. She’s not good at picking out nice clothes and will tend to let the shoemaker merchant guide her into something expensively suitable.

The mature halfling reaches a hand up to seal the deal. "Name's Corkas. You give me the time, and I'll have your calf highs ready. I'll need some hours to work the hide. The blues will work well. The Prince will be pleased to be reminded of the sea, I think."

...

Eidi wrote:
"A delicate and interesting theater the Deluxury. I am Eidi and I would have a glass of hot milk if possible. Please serve my friends as they please." He hands a golden piece showing the status deserved by the group. "What is the show tonight?"

Armhin takes the gold without looking at it. He makes sure to maintain eye contact with each and every one who addresses him. "You are a generous friend! They are lucky to have your company on such an auspicious night! Our contortionists are quite inspirational. I encourage you to take a page from their mighty tome of performance, and tuck it behind an ear for later." The proprietor winks knowingly at the equally elder half-elf.

Ascaria wrote:
"A stout if you have it.”

"If we have it?" Armhin feigns offense, before clasping the gnome on his bony shoulder. "A stout, you shall have. It is a good start to your evening. Wet your taste buds slowly, and they'll bloom in anticipation of a rich, four course tasting menu, eh?" Armhin wiggles the gold coin in his hand, before turning to the next guest.

Mortimer wrote:
He orders an "Alhaster", hoping it has a sword shaped toothpick skewered eyeball or something akin to that in it. He pulls out his modest yet tasteful coin pouch and starts the equivalent of a bar tab.

"An 'Alhaster'? Ahhhh, I see what you're up to. You'd like to inspire our mixologist to greater heights of creativity! You like to live dangerously, I can tell. I can picture it now- an ounce of 'Lower', an ounce of 'Toil', an ounce of 'High', and ounce of 'Mix'... Alhaster will fill your senses!" The owner of the Deluxury encourages the giant to produce his own coin, even teases payment up front for several drinks, so he might avoid the confusion of an addled mind for math...

Eri wrote:
He orders a frilly drink for himself and pays double (with a little bigger tip as well) to have an extra frilly version of the same drink placed in front of Mort.

Two drinks arrive, sweet smelling with pieces of fruit skewered by corkscrewing shaves of bamboo which run the length of the glasses. The barmister follows the instructions to a tee, one in front of Eri, the other, Mort.

Solrisa wrote:
"Cookies! Ham! Cheese! Please!"

Armhin joins in the squee with the maiden, his tone harmonizing with Solrisa's. "You should enjoy the very best our cheesemakers have to offer! Paired with pieces of various hams, we'll keep the savories and sweets separated on a single sheet! A meal fit for a queen!" He asks for a mere 50 suns to see the order placed.

Armhin turns to the others. "You should take a cue from this lovely lady. Our dinner plates are second to none. Only 50 suns for yourselves, to make sure you can sustain your expert drinking! Oh, and you'll need a table, with a good view of the goings on, too! That will make it much easier to provide you continued sustenance, yes."

Armhin waves to two waiters, and two tables midway to the stage are cleared and pushed together to accommodate you all.

Eidi wrote:
"Are you serving the invitations like some kind of trophy for a game Mr. Loratio?"

Master Loratio looks up at the stage, and the invitations which perch above it. "Oh? Those? I almost forgot about them." Armhin slowly rolls his head back to Eidi, a subtle smile upon his face.

"Why do you ask?"


Bald male Half-Elf elder

Temple of Asmodeous:

Eidi slowly nods at Vierias as he praises the goodness of the Son of Asmodeous "I do see... It just shocked me how things were different here on the Asmodeous cult from what I have seen in Egorian. It is a pity his teachings are not observed more closely to orthodoxy" the half-elf strokes the cover of the Asmodean Disciplines.
Diplomacy (what I am trying here is to earn a bit of confidence so he can tell me what he really thinks): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
K. religion (for if it helps knowing the code): 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (20) + 27 = 47

Eidi happily accepts the table midway the stage and waits for his milk to be served. The elder cannot avoid a half-smile for the varied and voracious hunger of his friends. He finally addresses Master Loratio "It is difficult to deal business with the local powers in this city. Manor doors tend to be closed when you still do not have a name in here. I guess it would be frankly easy to make acquaintances to the right people if assisting to Zeech's banquet" the half-elf offers his best elderly smile for those who want to understand to understand.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29


Male, Gnome

Ascaria enjoys being pampered, and has the cash to afford it now, so he does. He also knows they're trying to get into a party of the rich and powerful - to meet a rich and powerful woman. Time to let these folks know they too are rich and powerful. To get in, we need to look the part. he thinks.

He wonders though at Loratio's question to Eidi. Loratio doesn't seem the sort to be coy about something such as that, but then perhaps he was merely taking a breath. Quite interested in those tickets, he takes a drag off his stout, licks his lips hungrily, and waits to hear more.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)
Armhin wrote:
"An 'Alhaster'? Ahhhh, I see what you're up to. You'd like to inspire our mixologist to greater heights of creativity! You like to live dangerously, I can tell. I can picture it now- an ounce of 'Lower', an ounce of 'Toil', an ounce of 'High', and ounce of 'Mix'... Alhaster will fill your senses!"

"Ah-ah-ah, no my good Sir. Forgive me, I must have heard the name wrong. I was thinking more along the lines of whiskey -- preferably rye -- combined with a sweet vermouth in a 2:1 ratio, a couple of dashes of bitters on top -- ideally garnished with a cherry skewered with a tiny sword if at all possible."

He pays Armhin for the group's starting bartab, then hands Arhmin another 100gp just for his dinner plate.

He then takes a seat at the tables.

Eri wrote:
bluff to hide the ordering from Mort:

Sense Motive: 10 + 19 = 29

He's buying me a drink, and paying double for it!? ... I mean THAT much to him?! ... What else did that elixer do to him?

When the drink arrives, he feigns surprise and gasps. "Why, where ever did this come from?!" He spies Eri's drink, and tries to look as if he's just putting the pieces together.

"Eri?! Why! You shouldn't have!" No really, I mean you shouldn't have. "Whatever did I do to deserve such a treat?!" His aspect suddenly -- and very over-dramatically -- changes to one of hearbroken disappointment.

"Unfortunately," he says quietly, trying not to hurt Eri's feelings, "I can't mix this with what I ordered -- I want to stay fresh. You understand if I give this to Solrisa?"

He gently pushes the fruity drink gift across the table toward Solrisa.

Eidi wrote:

"Are you serving the invitations like some kind of trophy for a game Mr. Loratio?"

Armhin wrote:
"Oh? Those? I almost forgot about them." Armhin slowly rolls his head back to Eidi, a subtle smile upon his face. "Why do you ask?"

Mortimer rolls his eyes. Like Hells he forgot. He ducks down briefly under the table to pull up his Sock of the Elvenkin and re-tie his boot.

As soon as Arhmin leaves, he whispers magically -- "Something tells me it's more like he's auctioning these off. If we spend enough money tonight, we might just win an invitation."


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Eidi:

Eidi wrote:
"I do see... It just shocked me how things were different here on the Asmodeus cult from what I have seen in Egorian. It is a pity his teachings are not observed more closely to orthodoxy."

Vierias nods and forces a smile. "You are an orthodox, are you? Here, the Strong truly rules the weak. It certainly feels as if Asmodeus Himself walks among us, sometimes. You are obviously a learned man. Your many years have strengthened your resolve, and you have come to know what you want in life. You live an enviable life, no doubt."

...

Mortimer wrote:
"Ah-ah-ah, no my good Sir. Forgive me, I must have heard the name wrong. I was thinking more along the lines of whiskey -- preferably rye -- combined with a sweet vermouth in a 2:1 ratio, a couple of dashes of bitters on top -- ideally garnished with a cherry skewered with a tiny sword if at all possible."

Armhin looks intensely interested in learning the mixological wisdoms of the large, foreign man. "The patron is never wrong! We will get you this drink, have no fear, though, for your size, you must fear nothing!"

Eidi wrote:
"It is difficult to deal business with the local powers in this city. Manor doors tend to be closed when you still do not have a name in here. I guess it would be frankly easy to make acquaintances to the right people if assisting to Zeech's banquet."

Armhin's smile deepens. "You mean to attend the Anniversary Banquet, do you? But you do not have Invitations? That is a travesty, a travesty, I tell you! It is an Affair for the Ages. I can't share anything with you, but trust me when I tell you that it is well worth fighting to get in." Armhin looks about the room. "There are many who have asked about those, quite genuine, Invitations I have on display here. I have granted audiences to no less than twenty individuals, and were I a better man, I would have given them all their own! The Prince has a limited number, however, and I can only award a handful of worthy subjects." Master Loratio looks over each and every one of you.

"I am to bequeath what I have." He reaches down to touch the Hellfire Belt around Eri's waist. "If you would vie for such an honor, come to my office, each of you, one at a time, and I will weigh your worth." His smile is very welcoming.

For Those Who Seek to be Weighed:

Armhin Loratio sits behind a grand mahogany desk. In front of him, a single Invitation. He invites you to sit down in a very luxurious leather chair opposite him. There is a pleasant smell emanating from several candles around the room, which is the only light to assist your sight.

"Now, I am eager to learn more of you. Who are you?. What have you done in life? What will you do with the rest of it? Those who bear my Invitations to the Banquet will demonstrate my ability to find the cream of the crop. Come, do not keep me waiting! I await with baited breath."

I'm looking for your answers to these three questions. With your In Character responses, please include a single Diplomacy Roll, and spoiler your response to Armhin, please.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Solrisa takes her time to count out 50 suns and smiles her way to the cheeses. With a full plate of cheeses and hams, Solrisa consents to be weighed, initially beginning to take off her armor until it is better explained to her.

@Armhim:

Who are you? A: “Oh! I know this one! I’m Solrisa Iome Arabasti!” Solrisa smiles and claps her hands, having a lot of fun.

What have you done in life? A: “Uhm...I’ve kilt at least 2, maybe 3, black dragons. We’ve won a champion’s belt. Uhm...I’ve helped destroy a temple to the evil wormies in the heart of the Mwangi....uhm...,” Solrisa answers, wondering if this is enough. ”But mostly I serve The Dragon and do what he would want me to do here on Golarion until we are wed, I think.”

What will do with the rest of it? A: “You mean after I’ve stopped all the bad wurmies and bad things trying to destroy the world? And after I end the Ebon Triad? Hmm...that’s a good question. Maybe I’ll go find my Mum and sister, Rae. You’d like Rae...she’s always angry and breaking things. She’s the best.”


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Solrisa:

Don't forget your Diplomacy Roll.

Armhin smiles grandly. "Thank you, Solrisa Iome Arabasti! Please, send in the next of your companions."


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Doy.

@Armhim:
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 Diplomacy


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Male, Gnome
Mortimer Smith wrote:
As soon as Arhmin leaves, he whispers magically -- "Something tells me it's more like he's auctioning these off. If we spend enough money tonight, we might just win an invitation."

Ascaria nods in agreement, and whispers back, ”We need five tickets. I dunno if this guy has that many, but we should get as many as we can.”

As he learns Arhmin claims to have given away twenty tickets, he thinks, We might get all five from him yet! I wonder what he’s going to ask?

He watches as Solrisa goes in, and waits uneasily outside the door. It doesn’t take long before he starts hopping from one foot to the next - like he has to pee. Badly. Eventually (presumably) Sol will leave and Ascaria will enter, smiling with excitement.

@ Arhmin:
Ascasria eases into the room, and pours himself into the proffered chair, his legs swinging in the air beneath him.

”Who am I huh? Wow, OK, starting with the big guns. Well sir, that’s a very complicated question with a myriad of possible answers forthcoming as you may well know. I am Ascaria, also known as ‘Canary’ to my friends.” he stops and thinks a moment, and continues chuckling, ”And some of my enemies too I suppose. Anyway, I’m known among the miners I grew up with as a healer and bit of a good luck charm. Folks are better when I’m around, and that’s a fact. Many’s a mining accident that didn’t happen because I was there.”

”Anyway, I suppose I’m the product of my upbringing, like most folk. So when you ask who am I, you’re also asking who is my kin. Where did I come from? But perhaps that’s a bit too broad, so I’ll be brief. My father is unknown to me, but my mother was a wonderfully loving, if sad, woman - who did everything she could by me. She knew I was special from the moment I was born, and she nurtured that in me. She’d have wished I’d become a singer, or even a bard, with my voice and natural charisma.” He drifts off enjoying a pleasant early memory.

”…but I was drawn to the dark places of the world.” he continues. ”My life was in the mines, saving lives… not entertaining the commons. So she embraced it and gave me such teachings as would do me well in my life to follow. But I digress! You have many questions.”

”What have I done in life?” the gnome licks his lips and considers his reply, ”Well I suppose you could say I’ve already told you!” he laughs and leans back in the chair, before sitting tall once again. ”I bring light to the dark places of the world. I shine my lights there, and burn away the mold, and mildew that has formed on what is otherwise finery.”

He stares off in the middle distance a bit and continues, ”I’ve gone into some deep dark places too I can tell you. Places swarming with the things that evil can conceive of.” he stares hard at the man querying him, ”And I have burned away the stain.”

He leans back again, grinning softly, ”What will I do with the rest of it?” he continues smoothly, ”A rock flung from a sling tends to follow its trajectory until it hits something bigger than it, forcing a major change. So far, nothing has come upon me that is strong enough to change my trajectory. So I shall continue to do as I have.”

He sits quietly and folds his hands on his lap.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (9) + 28 = 37


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Ascaria:

Armhin smiles his deep smile, leaning back in his chair. "Feels like your river runs deep, master gnome. We could spend a very diverting evening trading stories, I sense. But this evening has many birds to chirp, so I thank you for your time, Canary! If you would be so kind as to invite the next of your companions in, I would be grateful."


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Bald male Half-Elf elder

Asmodeus Temple:

"What is it there that makes you uncomfortable Vierias? You should know the book is not for me, but a gift to a true believer..." and hoping he has earned enough confidence with the priest he asks before leaving the temple "I do know there was an heretic cult in Alhaster, the Writhing Dead. They were defeated just by the time when Zeech arrived to town. Do you know anything about it Vierias?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

When Solrisa enters the room with Arhmin, Eidi profits to talk with the other Outcasts "I do not know what are they going to do there inside, but I am dying to know what is happening" the gossip elder casts telepathic bond and links all the other willing Outcasts telepathically.

Arhmin:

Eidi smiles at the first question "That is something I have not been asked in quite a long time" he makes a pause and slowly shows of his Aroden's holy symbol "I am Eidi, and I am the last Knight of the Ioun Stone. And now, I am also one of the Outcasts I suppose"

"I have fought alongside the sellswords of the Emir of Pashow, protected the Sun Orchid elixir. I have witnessed the destruction of cities and the rise of new civilizations. I have sold my hand just for food and roof" Eidi's eyes goes gloomy at this point "I have seen all humanity lost from the hearts of men."

"I have studied at the Occularium in Manaket, reinforced trenches and dikes, witnessed the appearance of the Eye of Abendego, fought the curse of the Sodden Lands, walked thousand paths and adventured along hundreds of different people" Eidi looks with nostalgia filling his eyes.

"Now. For what I would like to do with the rest of it... I came to these lands looking to find who I was, and doing some last goodness to this world... but more notably to your interests... I am looking to build up my last resting place. And that involves moving many resources. The banquet poses the opportunity to met with the right people" the half-elf does not hide the intentions of the group and himself to find out about the Ebon Triad and put an end to the Prophecy, but he only talks about it if straightly asked "You can count, we together as a group are able to cause a major impression. You should have seen us fight at the Arena and win the Gauntlet" at this point he makes sure the belt is easily seen.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Once Mortimer identifies Armhim's office, he listens to the wizened wise Wizard.

Eidi wrote:
"I do not know what are they going to do there inside, but I am dying to know what is happening"

Mortimer looks pensive, and points at Eidi. Message "You mean like -- what Raziel did with us at the Catafalque? Why did you wait for Sol to go in before offering the Telepathy?"

He looks pensive again briefly. "Oh... because she 'thinks' outloud..."

Mortimer nods. Message "I'm in. You all can be in my head, I don't mind."

He listens at the door after Solrisa enters, since she can not opt-in to the Telepathy.

Armhim:

Mortimer scrutinizes the office of Armhim, as much as he can before being bidden to take a seat in the Comfy Chair. He uses the Telepathy to broadcast note of everything he sees -- from the single invitation on the desk to the cobwebs (if any) in the ceiling corners.

When bid to sit, he does so deliberately and with confidence.

"Who am I? I am Mortimer Smith, but what I've done in life is probably of no real interest to you. I'm not as 'pretty' as the rest of my companions, but I don't need to be 'pretty' to protect them. Too many of our travels -- starting with missing children -- have lead to threats to those I care most about.

I will protect them however I must, even here and beyond.

We found the children, too. I'll do whatever it takes to take out the Triad and stop the Worms -- with or without an invitation."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 <- No Rank. Just the Diadem.


Male Human Fighter (archer) / Sorcerer (stormborn) / Eldritch Knight 1/7/7

message Yeh, my mind is open[/ooc]

Armhin:
I am Eri, I live outside. I have lived free and I will continue to do so.


Male, Gnome

Ascaria accepts the Telepathic Bond willingly, and translates to the group what he's saying to Armhin, as well as Armhin's responses. (You can read my spoilers I think. Pretty sweet.)

He come out grinning, "Nothing to it, but I don't know what we'll gain, if anything from such a meeting. Still, let us enjoy the meal and our evening at least!"

He'll dig in to the fricassee and, as the evening progresses, drift to lighter and lighter beers until by the end he's drinking water with a hop in it. Just for fun.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22
Eidi wrote:
"I do not know what are they going to do there inside, but I am dying to know what is happening"

”Mum?! MUM!? Is that you?” Solrisa perks up as other voices appear in her head.


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Eidi:

Eidi wrote:
"What is it there that makes you uncomfortable Vierias? You should know the book is not for me, but a gift to a true believer... I do know there was an heretic cult in Alhaster, the Writhing Dead. They were defeated just by the time when Zeech arrived to town. Do you know anything about it Vierias?"

Vierias looks about the Church for a moment, making sure that there are no roaming eyes to take in the conversation between priest and half-elf.

"I have been accused, on many occasions, of being a part of this heresy, but it is only to put me in my place, you see. Alhaster must trust in the Prince's word as infallible." Vierias takes another look around to reassure himself.

"I only want to serve Asmodeus, and would see this Church thrive. Not like the Church of Abadar. I do not want my Church to be abandoned so. The Church of Abadar sought to speak out for the equality of all churches here in Alhaster, and for that blasphemy, the Church of Blessed Deliverance has fallen into ruin. Zeech wants it that way. Some say that it's even haunted by the ghosts of the heretics, and it is left that way as a reminder that Abadar has no place in Alhaster." He points through the windows that face a poor building not far from the Church of Asmodeus. Building #23 on the Map of Alhaster.

High Priest Vierias thanks you for your patronage, and escorts you to the front doors, excusing himself to return to his daily duties.

GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 3

Armhin escorts Eri to the door, expecting to see all of you still gathered nearby. He looks among each of you, before waving Ascaria to join him once more, behind closed doors.

Ascaria:

He moves around the desk again, fully expecting to see the gnome seated by the time he arrives at his own chair.

"That was... very interesting, Canary. Your group can be none other than the Artists and Outcasts, winners of the Gauntlet of Asmodeus this very year in Egorian! I had my doubts at first, but then I thought to myself, 'Loris must have invited them himself!', and the pieces fell together quite nicely. It confused me that a retired Champion didn't already secure Invitations for fellow Champions, but I often find myself unprepared when guests show up at odd times of the month." Armhin refreshes his smile, before he continues.

"It strikes me that Artists and Outcasts is a crown, with two magnificent jewels set into dependable metal. I'd like to offer Prince Zeech this crown for inspection, and hope that he finds it a worthy offering. Between you and I, I think only you and master Eidi will truly fit in with the other guests of the Banquet. As such, the behavior of the others will reflect upon you, and by association, me. If the others cause any problems, you will be the one to pay the price, Canary." Armhin pauses for a moment, measuring the gnome, his smile never faltering.

"Yes, I think you all will do nicely." Armhin Loratio retrieves four more Invitations, adding it to the first still sitting on the desk, bringing the count to the desired amount. He pushes them forward, so that short arms might reach them with ease.

"Do enjoy yourselves this evening. There are many colorful guests I'm hosting. You might find fellow Invitees to the Banquet at the next table, or on the mezzanine floor." Armhin leans over the desk, speaking in hushed tone. "The Invitations above the stage are merely replicas. The papers in your possession will inform you about the festivities. The night of the Banquet, a carriage will come to collect you all, and bring you straightaway to the Palace. I look forward to seeing you there."

The Invitation to Zeech's Banquet

The Deluxury is purring along by mid-evening. The contortionists on stage take their leave towards the end of your dinner, allowing a large wooden wall to be brought out. A wiry older man takes the stage, escorting a teenage girl, who takes her place in front of the wall. The older performer announces his name as Masterful Mince, and his younger as simply Minx. The act that follows is a twist on throwing knives. Minx is a spellcaster, so creates multiple Minxs at first, allowing Mince to pick off her mirrored images until the very last two. The last throw, and Minx picks the knife out of the air, revealing her true self! She changes size next, now a minified Minx, who holds extremely small objects which prove no great challenge to the masterful thrower. The denizens of the Deluxury delight in the display.


Male, Gnome

Ascaria looks at the others and shrugs as he turns to go back in. He keeps his telepathic portal open to those on the party-line.

@Armhin:
He actually waits, slightly, so as to be seated about the same time as Armhin if he doesn't delay in his sojourn around the desk. He listens intently, his smile broadening.

"I thank you for the invitations dearest Armhin, and you are correct as to who we are. I have to wonder at your goals here? We may not misbehave the night of the festivities, but surely this will connect your name to ours, and you must know we aim to misbehave eventually."

He beams, "I mean really, it's just bound to happen. So let me ask you this, if I may be so bold, are you sure you want to do this? With us?"

He makes no move to retrieve the invitations as yet, trying to take his measure of the man.
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Ascaria:

Armhin allows his smile to fade. "My goals are quite plain. I mean to impress the Prince with the quality of the attendees I find for him. Was that not clear to you?"

The proprietor of the Deluxury looks down on the Invitations freshly produced, before looking back on the gnome.

"What is bound to happen, Canary? Are your intentions dishonorable?" Armhin studies the gnome's countenance, and waits.


Male, Gnome

@Armhin:
Ascaria looks thoughtful for a moment before continuing, recognition in his eyes, "My apologies, I had not meant to offend. It is not often that I meet a man who's goals are so plainly laid out before him. I know another in your industry, Cedric. Though we've only met recently, he too has a streak in him to please. I just hadn't expected to see it again so soon. You're a consummate professional."

"As to what is bound to happen I cannot say, for I do not know. However, I can say unequivocally, that our intentions are honorable. Quite honorable in fact, more so perhaps than the Prince. It's my experience that the less honorable don't like the more honorable as a rule. Something about seeing the next folk up that particular ladder that just sets people off." he looks around for his beer and realizes he left it in the other room in his excitement. Silly gnome.

Grinning he continues, "But we're not here for the Prince, he is just a happy happenstance on our journey. So you have nothing to fear on that count I think. We didn't even know of the party before our arrival if you can believe that!" he chuckles.
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Ascaria:

Armhin relaxes a little, allowing his smile to rise again. "I am only interested in seeing the evening filled with colorful characters, and you've certainly demonstrated a joie de vivre that will certainly please the Prince. What you do following the Banquet is of no concern to me. I am trusting that you understand the etiquette demanded during such an event as this one, though your associates may not. This is why I stress the skill you're so obviously in possession of- diplomacy. If you would be guests of Prince Zeech, you should know how to carry yourselves as such. I am well able to distinguish myself as courier of Invitations, not ally to Invitees. Of course, if you misbehave during the Banquet, I will be most disappointed. I think I've heard enough in your words to trust that you won't. Misbehave, that is. So, will you make this an exciting evening to look forward to?"

Armhin's smile deepens, as he waits to learn of the gnome's decision.


Male, Gnome

@Armhin:
The gnome trots off his chair and steps up to the desk. Looking over it, and up to Armhin he laughs, ”Aye, we’ll make it an exciting evening to look forward to!”

Feeling they understand each other, he reaches up and collects the invitations. Oh, nice paper…

Bowing, he adds, ”I may be skilled in Diplomacy, but not necessarily local nuance. It would help me greatly if you would tell me one or two things about local custom that I may not know, so as to impress Zeech, or at least not offend. We are already aware of the need for fine gifts. What else might I know?”
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Ascaria:

Armhin nods, a pleased look on his face. "Dress to impress, lavishly. Weapons are forbidden, and magic should be prepared only for entertainment. Wandering the Palace is strictly prohibited, as you are there to share Prince Zeech's company, not root through his wardrobe. More than this, and you would be overthinking things. You are, of course, visitors from afar. Revel in the court, and pay the Prince the respect he deserves for being our ruler, and you should be fine. Oh, and you might speak of your admiration for his Great Project. He has invested a grand amount of time and resources to seeing it completed, though it has yet to be."


Male, Gnome

@Armhin:
Ascaria raises an eyebrow at the 'Great Project', but does not want to trespass further on this mans time. So he bows and leaves with a smile, rejoining the others.
- - -

He walks up to the party, passing the information on through the telepathic link. He turns to Sol however and says, "Sol, we made it. We got our tickets. But there are a few rules. Let's go somewhere quiet where we can talk."

He'll suggest they retire to their room, close the door, and confer via Eri's Message spell for more privacy as Sol isn't in on the telepathic link. (Or so I thought? Eidi can you clarify?)

"OK, so we got these..." he passes out Invitations to Zeech's Banquet, one for everyone.

"But we've got to mind our manners." he lays out everything he and Armhin talked about, especially the rules for the banquet. When he's done he says, "So no weapons is a thing, but this is just a dinner, and we're not planning to do anything but meet a nice lady and get another meeting with her somewhere without ears so we can chat."

"Still, I think you could put them in our bag of holding. I wouldn't want to leave them in the room, that's for sure. They'll get nicked!"


Bald male Half-Elf elder

About the telepathic bond:

Eidi only thought about the telepathic bond once the first of us had entered. I think that was Solrisa. But he could had waited to cast in-between Solrisa get out and Ascaria in, so I guess we all can be bonded.

"So he is giving us invitations but we are to dress like clowns for Zeech's entertainment in exchange?" Eidi touches his humble red tunic a bit irritated "Well, if you are unsure they will check our bags and other stuff upon arrival to the banquet, I knew once about a spell... I would have to look for a way to study and refresh my mind, but it allowed to conceal a secret chest in the Ethereal Plane. We could leave all our stuff there and summon it back if required. We will need to pay master craftsmen to build the chest during the week though (5050 gp)"

The elder looks thoughtful after the discussion about the banquet "There is another thing. I will share it before my elderly memory tricks me. I visited the Temple of Asmodeous and talked with High Priest Vierias. There was something strange about him. Almost as if he was not truly pleased, or at least scared, about how Zeech and his followers incarnate the word of his god" he makes a pause and points somewhere in the city although there is only walls around in the room "He said at the abandoned Church of Blessed Deliverance, the old temple of Abadar now in ruins, there are ghosts of the slaughtered heretics. We might want to check on that at some point and discover its relation with the Ebon Triad"


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

With regard to the Telepathy -- It was a great idea!

Asaria wrote:
"[ Nah... Armhin, you don't want to do this with us...]"

Telepathically... "What are you DOING, Ascaria! Just take the invites! Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!"

~~~
Mortimer crosses his arms on his chest when Ascaria emerges from the office, an expression of wonder occupying his face.
Was that really just so easy for Canary, or too easy in general?

Ascaria wrote:
"So no weapons is a thing, ..."

Mortimer looks down at his hands. What am I supposed to do with these? Keep them in my pockets?!

Ascaria wrote:
" ... but this is just a dinner, and we're not planning to do anything but meet a nice lady and get another meeting with her somewhere without ears so we can chat."

Mortimer grins, and nudges Eidi gently in the shoulder with his own.

Eidi:
He whispers, "That Lady you wanted to meet!"
Eidi wrote:
"So he is giving us invitations but we are to dress like clowns for Zeech's entertainment in exchange?"

'Dress to impress, lavishly.'

"Hey, uh -- do you think the clothes we just had tailored are 'lavish' enough? Or, do we have to dress them up more with..." he swallows hard, trying to muster the courage to speak: "accessories? I mean," he continues, pointing to his head, then Sol's, " will the diadem is 'lavish' enough? And -- Sol's hair tie?! That's pretty 'lavish', right?"

Ascaria wrote:
"Still, I think you could put [our equipment] in our bag of holding. I wouldn't want to leave them in the room, that's for sure. They'll get nicked!"
Eidi wrote:
"I knew once about a spell... I would have to look for a way to study and refresh my mind, but it allowed to conceal a secret chest in the Ethereal Plane..."

Mortimer nods. "Sounds like it might be our best bet." He gives Eidi 1010gp to cover a share of the cost.


Male, Gnome
Mortimer Smith wrote:
"Hey, uh -- do you think the clothes we just had tailored are 'lavish' enough? Or, do we have to dress them up more with..." he swallows hard, trying to muster the courage to speak: "accessories? I mean," he continues, pointing to his head, then Sol's, " will the diadem is 'lavish' enough? And -- Sol's hair tie?! That's pretty 'lavish', right?"

Ascaria nods along, ”Yes, you’ll need some jewelry, just a hundred gold or so worth. So the diadem might be too lavish. I dunno. It is very pretty.”

When Mort agrees to Eidi’s plan, so does Ascaria, digging out some platinum for his share. (-1,010gp to Eidi) ”I have some extra cash too in case anyone needs a loan. Great rates…” he adds laughing a bit at his own joke.

”So we have a few days before everything is ready, and a few more before the event. We need to keep our noses clean, but I think we can investigate the church without causing too much ruckus.”

”Maybe let’s relax for the afternoon, take in the play tonight, and visit the church tomorrow?” he suggests. "Not the Church of Asmodeus, but rather the Church of Blessed Deliverance." he adds to be clear.


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F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Solrisa listens to the voices in her head, most of which are not her own, and while the ones she hears aren't ones that she minds, she would like to speak to Mum or Rae, if possible.

It takes her a while to figure out that it isn't possible.

She keeps quiet until she understands how the voices work.

* * *

She trusts that her glamered armor will be sufficient to get in to the party without making a scene, coupled with the very real champion's belt and her nice hair piece.

* * *

She intends to use her nice glovie to hold her sword but also contributes 1010 gp to Eidi for the chest.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)
Ascaria wrote:
”Maybe let’s relax for the afternoon, take in the play tonight, and visit the church tomorrow?” he suggests. "Not the Church of Asmodeus, but rather the Church of Blessed Deliverance."

Mortimer thinks a minute in between distractions. "I don't know, but when Eidi mentioned the Asmodean Priest's attitude toward Zeech, I couldn't help but think that Zeech is the Triad. Remember how the cult member Black Dragon took out Diamond Lake's Church of Asmodeus? It seems the believers of the Church who are untainted by cult dogma don't much approve of the Triad involving Asmo in their pursuits at all -- and that the worshippers of Asmodeus in the Triad have a similar disapproval rating for the untainted worshippers."

Armhin: "I am trusting that you understand the etiquette demanded during such an event as this one, though your associates may not." Mortimer sighs, and briefly looks downcast.

"Maybe to be on the safe side, we assume Zeech is part of the Triad. Maybe we should go see the play tonight, but wait to visit the Church of Blessed Deliverance until after the banquet -- maybe find out what this 'Great Project' is all about instead."

We'll probably end up as Ghosts in the churchyard anyway all because of me.

Assuming we're done at the Deluxury...
"Well, excuse me. I'll meet you all at the playhouse before it starts," he says, sighing. "I have to go run some errands."

He heads out to market gloomily.


Male, Gnome

"Ohhhh, yeah! Good call. We should find out what the Great Project is. I almost forgot! Let's do that tomorrow. That will be important."

He'll spend what's left of the day at the pub, doodling the faces he sees around the place. In the end, he'll have a cascade, almost like a waterfall, of charcoal faces.

Drawing: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (6) + 21 = 27

Though not his best work, it does draw the eye nicely. He tucks it away with a plethora of other drawings in an outer pouch of his haversack.

He'll get ready for the play, though he'll not wear his champion belt there. He's rather looking forward to it, and arrives very early. He'll buy tickets for the group, really good seats if he can get 'em, and wait in the lobby for folks to arrive.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22
Mortimer Smith wrote:
"I don't know, but when Eidi mentioned the Asmodean Priest's attitude toward Zeech, I couldn't help but think that Zeech is the Triad. Remember how the cult member Black Dragon took out Diamond Lake's Church of Asmodeus? It seems the believers of the Church who are untainted by cult dogma don't much approve of the Triad involving Asmo in their pursuits at all -- and that the worshippers of Asmodeus in the Triad have a similar disapproval rating for the untainted worshippers."

Solrisa claps gleefully for Mort’s very good thinking.

”Oh! That’s very smart, Mortypoo! Good thinking!” Solrisa does a little dance as the thinkering gets going. ”Oh the play! We should go see the play!” She claps again, happy to go see the play too.

Solrisa grabs Ascaria’s hand as Mort goes and does Mort things.

”We should go get ready for the play, Ascaria!” She leads him to go buy tickets.


Male Human Fighter (archer) / Sorcerer (stormborn) / Eldritch Knight 1/7/7

Eri will sit sipping with Canary as he draws.

"I've never seen a play. This sounds interesting."


Bald male Half-Elf elder

"The Triad attacked Diamond's Lake Asmodeus Church you say?" Eidi soothes his short beard for a while then he smiles and taps Mortimer at his back "You know what Mortimer? I think you are very much right about it. The more I think, the more it has sense. The Ebon Triad are heretics after all, and Asmodeus followers just want to hold up on current status quo. I am unsure on what order it would be better to face the old temple. Perhaps we should ask the gods about it..."

The half-elf willingly accepts the coin for the chest "Ok, I will look for proper artisans to do the job tomorrow. Now, it is time to rest indeed"

For the rest of the day Eidi works on improving his belt.

The next day as the group wakes up he casts heroes feast as usual.
Temporary HP: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Eidi then spends the rest of the morning looking for a wizard or a scroll from where to learn secret chest and a proper chest to suit the spell needs.
Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17 Hours: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 Hours: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 Hours: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32 Hours: 1d4 ⇒ 2


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)
Eidi wrote:
"You know what Mortimer? I think you are very much right about it. The more I think, the more it has sense. The Ebon Triad are heretics after all, and Asmodeus followers just want to hold up on current status quo. I am unsure on what order it would be better to face the old temple. Perhaps we should ask the gods about it..."

"I know, right?" Mortimer nods.

~~~
Mortimer meets the others at the Playhouse.

What is this play about again? I don't remember ... just roll with it...

"Hurry, let's go in before the Play starts," he says, gesturing toward the theatre. He follows everyone in and takes a seat.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

In the morning, Solrisa will quickly get ready to attend the play, ready to go hours before the play is set to begin. She is very excited. Very very excited.

”Oh Eri! Do you think there will be acrobats!? I love acrobats! And cheese!” Solrisa asks during one of the interminable waiting times before something happens.


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Bald male Half-Elf elder

That evening while the group has dinner in their private area of the inn, Eidi ponders thoughtful, more than usual, as the others drink. At some point he presses his lips one against the other making them disappear and softly taping the table with a finger. A gesture you have come to understand the elder is in anger "It irks me to think we have inadvertently fallen in a political web and we are falling to follow the strings and find out how are they linked one to each other and to the Doomsday Prophecy" the half-elf performs a strange snap of frustration with the mouth.

"We need to place more attention to the detail if we want to set to fit all the puzzle pieces... Ok, so we are doing all this to stop the Age of Worms Prophecy from being fulfilled. For that we need stopping the Ebon Triad who wants to complete the ritual, and we know a section of them known as the Cult of Kyus has a hideout or cathedral of sorts at Alhaster from where they produce cultists and send them around the world. We also know Balekarde, who has been looking after this for years before us. His ideas pointed us to Alhaster, but we have yet no idea where he might be…” Eidi remains thoughtful trying to order his ideas.

The half-elf starts to put out his ideas, trying to build up a new path of research for the group “Let’s see Balekarde also thought Rhorsk, the cleric of Abadar that wrote “A History of Alhaster”, might have left a legacy here. Well, as we have discovered the temple of Abadar was destroyed… Perhaps we might want to check those ruins… we might found out whatever legacy Rhorsk left there… and if Balekarde really thought that, perhaps he was surprised when the temple was destroyed… we might find his remains there, or perhaps a hint of where he might be right now.


Male, Gnome

(Great summation Eidi - thanks!)

"Sure, we can check those ruins, but like Mort said, let's do it after the party. I don't want to attract attention to ourselves before hand. Get into trouble, and not get to go or something."

"Let's just lie low a couple days until we get our gifts and stuff and go to the party. Meet this woman Lashonna and talk somewhere quiet. Then we'll see what our next steps are and whether we can risk getting into trouble."

"'cause I'm all for getting into trouble here. I don't really like this place."


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Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)

Mortimer looks pensive.

Eidi wrote:

"... we know a section of them known as the Cult of Kyus has a hideout or cathedral of sorts at Alhaster from where they produce cultists and send them around the world. "

Agath wrote:
" The cult was defeated with the aid of one of Alhaster’s greatest spellcasters, an elven noble named Lashonna, but its leaders escaped persecution."

Ah! An elven noble spellcaster... Lashonna! From history! She's probably... Mortimer checks a thought, not much into guys like me... Mortimer glances at Eidi. Probably more into guys like him.

Mortimer grins a little, having worked something out.

History history...

Eidi wrote:
Agath wrote:
One section of A History of Alhaster recounts the emergence and influence of a cabal of Asmodean heretics who attempted to establish an underground cult somewhere in the city, a cult dedicated to the ascension of their god into something greater. This cult made particular use of what they called “the Writhing Dead.”
Ascaria wrote:
"'cause I'm all for getting into trouble here. I don't really like this place."

CRACK!

Mortimer strikes the palm of his left hand with the back of his right fist.
Like the experiment in the Observatory in Diamond Lake!

Looking angry, he then makes a fist with both hands and with a jerk, bobs them once.
Just how long has the Triad been messing with Diamond Lake?! Who else could be involved?

Mortimer's angry aspect decays into a defeated frown. He flexes his left bicep and inspects it carefully. He sniffs a little suspiciously near the armpit of his shirt before redirecting his attention to his companions.

"Oh right, the party. I, uh... I'm ready," he says hesitantly, removing his smoked goggles and then his headband of the LizardHood.

Mortimer then relates the tale of the observatory to Eri and Eidi.


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The Deluxury slowly seeps into your clothes and minds, for what little time is spent relaxing at your table, following your successful interviews with Armhin Loratio. For your keeping to yourselves for the most part, you take in some strange faces sitting across from you, there for the food and entertainment well known by well-to-do residents of Alhaster.

A slight headiness still lingers between your ears, and the smell of the establishment's interior comes to your senses every once and awhile as you return to your accommodations, either from your own outfit, or those of your companions.

Ascaria wrote:
"Maybe let’s relax for the afternoon, take in the play tonight, and visit the church tomorrow?"

The Outcasts return to the Angry Rifter Tavern, where Ascaria takes up the remaining hours of the afternoon in quiet study of his artistic subjects, while Mortimer takes his leave to attend to things at Market, Solrisa in tow. Eri sits and sips with Ascaria nearby, while Eidi returns to the quiet of his room, and applies himself to improving the construction of his Belt.

...

Dusk sets over Alhaster, and the street lamps begin to blossom as the city's lamplighters move about the main roads, then the smaller roads, to see the glass lamps lit in succession.

The matinee show already well behind you, the Outcasts set out for Miomay's Playhouse at the behest of the gnome, full intentions of taking in a play this evening.

Tickets in hand, you enter the Playhouse's foyer, and the sound is lively, full of laughter and anticipation. Moving to the line formed by the ushers, you extend your paper, and a young male half-orc bids you follow him to your seats. You follow him up a set of sturdy spiral stairs to the second floor, where you are encouraged to take any number of the open balcony chairs. For the Playhouse's size, you do find several seats close enough to the stage from above, for your cloudy-eyed gnome to relish each of his five senses.

Before the House lights are dimmed for the performance, you are able to spy several faces looking down from their own balcony seats. One of them stands out, as an old resident of Diamond Lake, Shag Solomon, and someone with whom he is engaged in conversation. Memories of the old entertainer come flooding back to those of you who once visited the Emporium.

Their conversation is brought to an end, as the house band begins to liven the ground floor with a rousing Varisian song. All eyes draw towards a beautiful brunette half-elf. It takes you a moment to remember the ticket counter attendant who sold you your tickets... She is dressed in colorful scarves, face flush with rouge, voice at full strength, and she takes you from the streets of Alhaster, and transports you to distant lands, where flows ancient gypsy blood. From the orchestra pit, along the front aisle, then to the center of the stage, your host for the evening's play never loses the attention of the Playhouse.

She finishes her singing, her words still very sing-song, as she welcomes you all, and bids you enjoy yourselves for the evening, as you spectate The Seduction of Fondo Barondo.

The play is a feast for the eyes! The set pieces bring you through the streets of Korvosa, where a young, swarthy Varisian male takes in the sights and sounds of a new city. From one tavern to the next, Fondo indulges several partners, in dance, in swordplay, and in the bed chambers! The playhouse transforms in several mundane ways, but also with the support of illusory magics, so that you are quite able to suspend your disbelief that you are merely sitting in a restored playhouse in a coastal city. You are at Fondo's side, for every new circumstance he finds himself in...

The play unfolds, and you witness a cocky young man become a cocky older man. Though a plague ravages his fair city, Fondo, with the support of a motley crew of characters, overcomes the disease, and brings the cure to each and every citizen!! Into the Old City, Fondo fights for justice for the common man, and overcomes warlords and street thugs, the stage hosting several sword fights that combine dance and martial skill to great effect! Strange mantis masked men swirl about the swarthy swordsman, but all fall to his mighty prowess!!

The end of the First Act finds our brave Barondo on horseback, riding across the Cinderlands, and making peace between the Korvosans and savage, blood thirsty Shoanti tribes, which garner many hoots and boos from the Floor seats.

The Second Act begins in the dark halls of Scarwall, where our intrepid protagonist wrestles with many fearsome denizens, a danse macabre breaking up the slow stalk of the halls, before breathing life back into a fallen friend! The stage shifts once more, and our hero braves the very halls of Castle Korvosa to find and end the evil Queen Ileosa. His sword dance is almost carnal, and it rouses the House, as the collective gasp of the final blow lands! All Hail, Fondo, savior of Korvosa. His place is solidified as Interlocutor of the People, and the actor is carried off stage at the height of his glory.

The Third and final Act opens on a pleasure barge off the coast of Korvosa, its shadow draped on a large canvas at the back of the stage. The debauchery is grand, the indulgences opulent, and the guests of great renown. Fondo walks the deck in slow surety, listening to the many offers of dignitaries of foreign lands, who squabble among themselves to vie for the ear of Barondo, alliances to be forged, coffers to be gilded. The faces of the actors are drawn in dark shadows, deepening the eye sockets and brow furrows, so that even those in the back of the House can see the conspiring looks and evil glares, as our Hero is enticed to bargain with the devils for sustained peace, and quid pro quos which make the audience groan in disapproval. Fondo Barondo, hero of the people, slowly begins to eye the very throne itself. The pleasure barge transforms into a grand pleasure palace, where the audience comes to realize that the political actors who circle Fondo are in fact powerful devils setting their wills against each other, and against our Hero, who is too blinded by the revelry and adoration to see what manner of creatures have taken the stage.

The performance concludes with a single contractual signing, which seals our Fondo's fate. Asmodeus Himself has come personally to win Fondo's soul, and the grand bass voice of the Dark Prince's actor bellows victory, as the great Fondo Barondo is left to stand, center stage, and watch Asmodeus walk away with the Contract. Before the curtains close, the plaintive wail of Fondo rips through the House, and the audience's collective breath is stolen, before it returns to celebrate the conclusion of the play. Standing ovation erupts, and the applause ripples loudly as each actor returns to front of the stage and soak it up.

The House lights return to full, and you are left to your own designs.

...

The next morning arrives, the smells of Eidi's Heroes' Feast rising to your noses, and the day stretching out before you. The half-elf sets upon the path of finding master craftsmen for your chest.


Male, Gnome

Status:
AC = 25 (F23/T12) (+3 magic vestment included)
HP = 93/93 +?? temp
Hero Points = 6
Equipped = None
Conditions = Hero’s Feast (1/12h), Magic Vestment (+3, 1/15h), Status (1/15h, Eidi, Eri, Mort, Sol), Wind Walk (1/15h)
Life Link (14)(100’) = Eidi, Eri, Mort, Sol
Channel Energy (11/11)(9/9) (DC: 27)(Avoid 8, 35’r, 1/1 swift) (8d6+1+2d6 phylactery)
Amiable Blunder (1/1 if Diplomacy failed by >5, re-roll to avoid worsening attitude)
Rod of Extend Spell (3/3 through 6th lvl)
Vest of Surgery (1/1 Heal DC 20 to heal 1d4 ability damage in 1h)
Spellguard Bracers (3/3 Roll concentration twice and take the best result)
Mnemonic Vestment (1/1 Cast spell from a scroll)
Tankard (1/1 Remove Fear), (1/1 Heroism (30min)), (1/1 unbinding to DC 25)
Physician’s Spectacles (1/1 Delay Poison)(Constant: Detect Poison, Diagnose Disease)
Expeditious (3/3 swift +10’ movement)
Melee Attack: BAB +10/+5, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +10/+5, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 15, Concentration +25)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark, Comprehend Languages, Message, Read Magic
Zero (18): Create Water, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Guidance, Light, Mending, Purify Food and Drink, Spark, Stabilize
First (19): (8/8) Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Endure Elements, Enhance Water, Liberating Command, Obscuring Mist, Remove Fear
Second (20): (7/8) Burst of Radiance, Cure Moderate Wounds, Lesser Restoration, Light Prison, Pilfering Hand, Protection from Evil Communal, Status
Third (21): (5/8) Cure Serious Wounds, Dispel Magic, Invisibility Purge, Magic Vestments, Neutralize Poison, Prayer, Speak with Dead*
Fourth (22): (8/8) Blessings of Fervor, Brightest Light, Cure Critical Wounds, Protection from Energy Communal, Restoration, Speak with Haunt*, Terrible Remorse
Fifth (23): (7/7) Air Walk Communal, Breath of Life, Burst of Glory, Cleanse, Cure Light Wounds Mass, Plane Shift
Sixth (24): (6/7) Chains of Light, Cure Moderate Wounds Mass, Heal, Heroes’ Feast, Wind Walk
Seventh (25): (5/5) Cure Serious Wounds Mass, Greater Restoration, Holy Word, Particulate Form
* Caster Level +2
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Welcome back - nice post!

Ascaria weeps openly, and laughs, and generally sea-saws through his emotions as the plays authors would wish. He’s in for the whole ride. As the applause dies down and people begin to break up, he leans over, er, up to Mort and says, ”That’s why I never sign a contract. There’s evil ‘round every turn in politics and on paper.” He nods knowingly, still smiling from the show.

He exits the theater giddy and full of energy, positively glowing. ”I need a warm port before I’ll sleep tonight. Anyone want to join me at the pub?” Ascaria will have a brief nightcap over a half hour or so before eventually turning in, still humming tunes from the show.

In the morning he’s up at a reasonable hour, but finds he must rush to make it to Eidi’s repast. He tucks in with vigor. ”What shall we do today? Eidi, I know you’re busy for a bit, but what about the rest? I feel as though I should be researching, well, I dunno, something. But any questions we ask will get back to us as the ones doing the asking so I’m uneasy about what to even ask.”

He looks to the others, ”If that makes any sense.” Poor Ascaria feels trapped by his promise to stay out of trouble until after the party.

As usual every morning, Ascaria ensorcels the shields of the party (Magic Vestment (+3 on Sol, Mort, and Ascaria)). He'll then watch over his friends (Status (Eidi, Eri, Mort, & Sol)) and refresh everyones Life Link just in case.

Today also, as Ascaria is paranoid in this city, he casts Wind Walk (everyone). He’ll also remind the party, ”If things get really bad... I dunno we get captured or something, do what you can to get free and we’ll meet where we fought the dragons on that island to decide what to do after that.”


Male Human Fighter (archer) / Sorcerer (stormborn) / Eldritch Knight 1/7/7

Eri tries to hide his emotions but finally gives up. He does, thought, keep his eyes glued to the stage hoping that no one will watch him. He is especially galled by the slow demise of Fondo's character. He is quiet for a long time after the curtain and stiffly joins in the standing ovation as his world view shifts.

"I'll join you for a port, I need it it."

At Breakfast
"I don't have any goals for today, I'll stick with you Canary."

Eri begins the day with plenty of Khava and eggs with cheese, mushrooms, and green onions and bacon and toast. Also he will consume a Mage Armor (+4 for 11 hours) , Detect Scrying and keep Message going. He will then have some tea and a snack.

In message Eri will say "I popped a detect scrying spell to feed my paranoia."


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

Spent too much time listening to they gypsy song link. The entire post is +1 magic.

Solrisa claps and cheers as much as anyone, offering hoots of joy and mirth. She was delighted by the play, reveling in every moment, and loving every detail. It’s almost like her own story was woven therein, with Fondo, but not. She was deeply moved by it all.

Smiling and happy, she cheers and cheers and demands a second curtain call, then a third.

* * *

”Ascaria! Don’t leave yet! Wait...look!” Sol points to where Shag Solomon sits. ”Does he look familiar? Isn’t he...wasn’t he...uhm...someone?”

Solrisa hopes that Ascaria will recognize the man and his legend.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)
GMSass wrote:
Before the House lights are dimmed for the performance, you are able to spy several faces looking down from their own balcony seats.

"Oh, would you look at that?!" whispers Mortimer via magic. "Shag Solomon -- he used to do skits and things at the Emporium back in the day. Except for the ears, I always thought he looked a bit like Manlin Osgood. Who is that with him though? I wonder if I can hear..."

Mortimer takes out some clay and fashions it into a bell shape -- much like a trumpets bell. He holds the stem of it up to his ear pointing the bell toward the audience for better focus.

"What is that you said, Ascaria?" he says, pointing it to Ascaria before using it to scan the crowds, settling in the direction of Shag and his companion.

Percept: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (13) + 22 = 35 Improvisational Equipment -- +Clay Circumstance bonus?

As the play begins Mortimer shifts uncomfortably in his seat, engrossed but not wishing to betray his feelings about what he's watching.

What? Why is Fondo going about it all like that? Has he no scruples?

He stands with the others at the end of the play for the ovation, holding the hearing aid gingerly between an index and thumb while gently clapping the heel of it with his other hand.

~~~

Ascaria wrote:
”That’s why I never sign a contract. There’s evil ‘round every turn in politics and on paper.”

Mortimer frowns. But we have, haven't we? He looks at the gnome and nods. "Yea! Good thinking!"

Ascaria wrote:
”If things get really bad... I dunno we get captured or something, do what you can to get free and we’ll meet where we fought the dragons on that island to decide what to do after that.”

Mortimer raises a compromised eyebrow. "Just what do you think you are doing? Do you need a brawny escort?" he asks, flexing his bicep and crushing the hearing aid.

Solrisa wrote:
”Ascaria! Don’t leave yet! Wait...look!” Sol points to where Shag Solomon sits. ”Does he look familiar? Isn’t he...wasn’t he...uhm...someone?”

Mortimer scratches his head, looking. "That's Shag Solomon -- he used to do skits and things at the Emporium back in the day. Specifically what, I don't know -- or remember. It was before 'That Time'."

He turns to Sol. "Did you want to go over and speak with him?"

Mortimer will join Sol (and anyone else) to speak with Shag if she desires, then will follow Ascaria and Eri to the pub.


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Bald male Half-Elf elder

Eidi taps his staff letting his mind go with the gipsy's song. The images evoked clearly transport him to places he has been and experiences long time forgotten, with his tutor showing him about his first magical toys, with a certain redheaded librarian on a rainy day, friends of all fights, and only the suggesting voice of the half-elf brunette brings him back to the present, but perhaps with 50 years less on his back mind, he cannot avoid winking his eye at her with a playful smile.

Fondo's adventure changes once more his mood, the half-elf cannot avoid laughing at the misadventures of Barondo's and his vital drive. Eidi assists intrigued at the chaos formed at the city and negates outraged as contracts are offered and signed. When the show ends, he cannot do other but convey with Ascaria "It has been a refreshing evening. I think Barondo had a fulfilling life. I wonder if he left any children behind"

-----------------

Back at the new day Eidi prepares a compelling feast accepting all kind of requests "I am certainly busy figuring out the details about the vault crafting Ascaria. But please, maintain me informed about your discoveries through telepathy or messages"
Feast temp hp: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Eidi touches with a telepathic bond everyone just before the group splits.
150 min only

The half-elf also uses mage armor, defending bone and extended see invisibility on himself before leaving.


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The Evening of the Play...

Mortimer:

You're able to ascertain that Shag is begrudging his friend, whose name you manage to capture- Montague. Montague has seen the play several times over, but this evening is Shag's first, and likely only, experience of the Seduction.

...

The Next Day...

Ascaria:

Point of Clarification- Armhin only extracted an agreement with the Outcasts that they hold themselves to an expected level of decorum during the Banquet only. He has little to no concern how you carry yourselves outside of this event.


Male, Gnome

GM Rat Sass:
I dig it, but Ascaria is paranoid. Thanks! :)
- - -

Ascaria peers into the hall where Shag Solomon sits, but might not be able to see him with his limited sight. He's happy when Mort steps in and fills in the gaps. "Interesting that someone from Diamond Lake is here. So far away..." he trails off, unsure what to make of it.

"Well, we have a couple days (at least?) before the party. Given our need to keep a low profile, what do you want to do? It feels like we shouldn't waste this time, but we've got to keep our heads down and away from the law." he shrugs happy to while away a couple days in general preparation and item obtaining.


F Half Elf:
HP 135, F19R14W16,Dip+13,Fly+7,HanAnim+8;K(rel)+18, Spllcrft +17,UMD +22

With others leaving, Solrisa runs to catch up rather than speaking with Shag (who she’s not sure she knows).

Maybe another time.

At the inn, she talks about the play endlessly and joyfully. She had a great time and doesn’t even mind that the Fondo story seems somewhat different than the ones that Mum used to tell of Fondo.


Male Human Brawler (17), Thief (0)
Ascaria wrote:
"Interesting that someone from Diamond Lake is here. So far away..."

Mortimer shrugs. "Shag has not seen The Seduction play before. The real question is -- who is his companion? All I could hear was his name -- Montague. Montague has seen this Seduction play a number of times. It is as if it is a matter professional pride -- should your profession be entertainment...?" Mortimer pauses. "It's as if Shag -- with all of his experience -- looks up to Montague in some way."

Mortimer thinks for a minute. "Maybe the play is just an analogy for Alhaster and its master." I wasn't expecting all that from this play. "I'm a little worried about Shag Solomon, to be honest. He seems out of his league here, in Alhaster."

Mortimer wrote:
After paying for the tickets, his gaze wanders over to the section of the Playhouse that was burned. "Egads! What happened there?!"
Brunette Half Elf Alhaster Playhouse Ticket Mistress wrote:
"A bargain, following the near burning-down of the original opera house. The owner thought it best to retain bits and pieces of the previous structure, so that it was not lost to memory. The fine citizens of Alhaster appreciate its history."

"It was The Emporium after all, that the Black Dragon destroyed along with the Church back in Diamond Lake."

Feel free to read Mortimer's spoiler.


Male, Gnome

"Mort, do you want to find him and talk to him? He's got to be staying in town and there aren't that many decent places. I'm sure we can find him."

Ascaria will spend the morning looking, as he has nothing else pressing (I think).

Gather Information: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (11) + 28 = 39 Hours: 1d4 ⇒ 1

"We can at least ask him what he's doing here as we have a Diamond Lake connection. Maybe he's going to the party as well!"


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Bald male Half-Elf elder

"Yes Mortimer, that might help us find more, but better do not suggest the analogy" Eidi remains observant of the other assistants "Pssht! Are you sure Mortimer is going to cause a proper impression of himself? Perhaps you should go with him Solrisa or Eri, you also know the man, isn't it?"

As for the next morning, Eidi basically devotes to the banquet preparations, looking for a proper crafter for the chest, and keeping with his own crafting.

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