There's a story behind that name! thought Quee, but he held his tongue for now. Instead, the exquisite chairs drew his attention. He walked to the one second from the right, looking it over and giving it a good rub to analyze its texture.
Not forgetting his manners, he stood behind his seat until their host took one himself.
"That is correct. I am Sanar Orchraul, known as 'Sawtooth' among mercenaries and tournament circles."
Sanar sits down in the chair offered.
Lyraesel's expression betrays her surprise.
"Atrathan Shanath, I am Lyraesel of the High Forest, devotee of The Green"
The reason for this is that e gets all of my languages and i gave him an evolution that puts a +8 in any skill, I chose Linguistics.
Ask and Thou shalt receive
Skilled (Ex)1-Point Evolutions
An eidolon becomes especially adept at a specific skill, gaining a +8 racial bonus on that skill. This evolution can be selected more than once. Its effects do not stack. Each time an eidolon selects this evolution, it applies to a different skill
http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/base-classes/summoner/eidolons
>_>
it says racial bonus, which means it isnt the same as 8 ranks.
for instance, a goblin gets a +4 racial bonus to stealth. those arent ranks. as such, they could not qualify earlier than a character of another race for a prestige class that required a certain number of stealth ranks.
Ellis takes the offered seat and glances between each other person in the room, looking for social cues. He had never been in a situation that required etiquette, and was afraid of offending his hosts. That concern, as well as the hope that no one present would see through his hat's illusion, was all he could think about at the moment.
"I am indeed Ellis Mirari."
Although the elven regent raised his eyebrows slightly at the site, he said nothing to bring attention to the state of the young mystic.
"Then we are all here. I believe your group is qualified for a particular mission. None of you are affiliated directly with the government of Lin~Sharel, and that only increases our plausible deniability if we should have to refute your existence." He turns to Paleira. [b]"Perhaps you can explain, Paleira?"
The hooded monk with leonal features nods. "An envoy from Sisnomirgil was received here in Lin~Sharel's capital only a week ago. Although that kingdom is not officially under the regency of Lin~Sharel, the elves did their best to accommodate the questions of this envoy. Primarily of interest was that nations sudden loss of communication with its neighbor Gilgyngould. We had been hearing strange reports for a time from that kingdom. A new religion rising. A religion which could spell the difference between victory and defeat if Lin~Sharel and Gilunaural are at war"
The elf speaks again, "That is where you come in. We need adventurers to find their way to Gilgyngould, determine what is going on there, and report back. Preferably without being caught by Gilunaural forces. If you are captured, the Consel of Regents, will disavow your existence."
"Perhaps my talent in tongues could be useful then; after all, the difference between victory and defeat is only a few letters and a syllable!"
Quee begins laughing airily at his own joke for a few moments before seeing he was in a distinct minority of those amused.
"Er, well the business of this new religion - do they dress or speak in a certain way? Looking and sounding like them might help with our covertness." Such sticks in the mud! Quee was excited to be doing something important though, even if it wasn't his cup of tea.
Hum interesting, a long trip into a unknown region, with intelligence gathering and we have to evade enemy forces, hum....
"We know next to nothing about the religion. When Sisnomirgil was open to its neighbor, a few residents converted, but we know as little about them as we do about those in Gilgyngould." The elven noble shakes his head.
Perception
Lyraesel's eyes narrow as the odd half-elf speaks, the acute vision studying his bandages and the marred flesh beneath them.
Heal
Her expression seemed to darken after a few minutes, barely listening to the conversation at hand.
One must wonder what gives you such cause for concern if you know so little about this new faith. What exactly does concern you about how and whom these people worship?
Yes, are they up in arms about something? Or is it more of a cultural threat?
"There is enough concern that communication between the two kingdoms was disrupted. These were two nations allied against Gilunaural, and they once had a similar culture." The elven lord strokes his chin for a moment. "It is curious to us because obviously whatever has happened in Gilgyngould has not awakened any of the Powers, or otherwise given them cause to intervene. This is either because whatever this new religion is more powerful than the Powers, or aligned with them. In either case, this is information the Consel of Regents is willing to part with extensive coin to determine."
The elf pauses, allowing Paleira to step out of the room quietly. "The Consel is prepared to offer each of you 2500 gold coins (or its equivalent in works of fine silver) in addition to any writs of freedom that may be needed, when this task is completed. I do not think I have to tell you that this is not an ungenerous sum."
Sanar stands, and hefts his glaive.
"Sounds good to me."
"I will agree to investigate this strange new following." Lyraesel responds with a sidelong glance at the half elf.
I take it were going now? And Lord Regent, good luck
Torcan stands and bows to the Regent then puts his left hand on his blade.
Are we going now?
He sounds surprised, and drowsy.
"We will found what needs to be found, my lord." Quee stands and bows, folding his arm over his chest. "Not to be premature about our success, but I will take the fine silver over the gold pieces. Coins are simply too similar to be exciting!"
"Haha. Usually, yes. But elves pride themselves on artistry, and while the Consel of Regents prefers that coins all be the same, they have determined that it is the weight of the metal that is important, rather than its shape. If you haven't yet experienced the full artistry of an elven coin collection, it is something to behold." The regent pulls out a handful of gold coins. Each one is incredibly unique, some shaped like rings, some as round discs, one is shaped like a diamond with a small ruby in the center. There's also a large purple and blue gem wrapped in gold wire.
"That last one's dwarven, of course. But still, more interesting than standardized human coins. But you may have works of silver if you prefer."
Quee's eyes are clearly focused on those coins the regent exposes. "Indeed! Well, I can't say you haven't piqued my interest. I hope to complete this task with haste, my lord!"
Ellis stands, following the example of the others.
Would it be possible Lord regent to trouble you with an access to a map of the region that could show the different road from here to there? And also how long do you want us to spend in Gilgyngould?
"How to get there? Straight through Gilunaural. I fear our maps of Gilunaural's roads are less accurate than they once were. Even the Monks of Avalon have been unable to maintain proper maps of the area. Unless you would prefer to take an alternate route. Presumably, you could sail by ship to Sisnomirgil and make your way past the wall that protects that nation. It might be easier. But hiring a ship would come out of your earnings, if the Consel pays for it."
I would be much more comfortable travelling on foot. I have never been... sailing.
"It's the same to me!"
hum, then by land it shall be then
"Land would be best."
"Land it is, by a majority vote, then. I will procure what maps I can for you from our archives, but as I have said they are undoubtedly outdated. Gilunaural values its privacy, especially from outsiders."
I'll take whatever maps you have Lord Regent
The lord scratches his chin. "That may take some time, then. Might I recommend you visit the Amethyst Chalice, a favorite tavern of mine in the area, until I can find some. You can learn each other's strengths and weaknesses and determine how best to work together."
you can have your envoy drop the maps at that inn under lyraesel's name. We can therefore pick it up anytime after that Lord Regent.
"I do wonder if such a tavern takes after its namesake; have they chalices with amethysts in them? A beautiful stone to be sure, but expensive to but molding in every cup. The color might play nicely with the wine in the goblets though." Quee thought for a moment. "Yes, let's head there. With your leave, my lord." Quee bowed quickly and turned to walk away - not out of disrespect did he forget to wait for the regent's blessing, but out of his thoughts being on these amethyst chalices.
Ellis shrugs in passive agreement. "Crowded, but at least I'm less likely to stick out."
William will bow toward the Regent then toward the monk but will wait until he is dismissed by them.
Sanar will bow a little, in not-particularly-courtly fashion, and leave with the rest of them.
Lyraesel nods in agreement giving the big dog a last scratch before standing and gathering her gear.