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Some music for the initial setting: Many Meetings
Oathday, the 12th of Lamashan, 4717 AR
Iadara, the capital of the elves of Kyonin.
Towers of silver and crystal thrust high above the treetops, and elven crafters can be seen decorating and enchanting sections of the city. Bright, glorious sunshine streams through the leaves of the trees and washes over the ground in waves of sun and soft shade. Here and there it glances off the windows of Kyonin’s graceful towers and austere buildings with exquisitely carved wooden eaves.
The ground is made up of thousands upon thousands of inlaid wooden tiles, polished and glowing the hue of a warm hearth, with designs as intricate as the most delicate gold jewelry. The sound of countless burbling fountains fills the air, and the scents of pristine woodland and delicate wildflowers grace every intake of breath.
Elves move to and fro or gather to talk in light, carefree tones, and all—from tradesmen to the elite of elven society—are dressed in elegant but functional garb and adorned with understated gold and silver trinkets of the highest quality. Elven laughter mingles with birdsong to provide a constant backdrop of nature and joy.
That backdrop is in stark contrast to the serious and humorless reason why the council of monarchs and their potential agents have arrived in the city. Dozens of candidates have arrived in Iadara, seeking to join in the Mantisbane Pact. The monarchs have been meeting for the better part of a week when they summon their chosen agents to stand before them.
Kilarra arrived in Iadara a week before she was to formally meet with the monarchs. The Grand Prince himself was part of her convoy of ships. Several other candidates were onboard Kilarra’s ship. Officer Landau, much to her chagrin, was also onboard.
The Taldane government had apparently decided they didn’t completely trust Kilarra yet. Officially, Officer Landau was only onboard as an escort for all of the candidates. But given how the Officer always made sure she sat near Kilarra, it was clear she was there for the young slayer.
Once the ship arrived in Iadara, the Taldane candidates were given the week to relax and enjoy all the amenities that the elven capital had to offer. Besides the candidates from Taldor, there were also candidates from the nations and city represented by the monarchs of the Mantisbane Pact: dwarves from Highhelm, royal guardsmen from Osirion, paladins from Mendev, and – of course – elven candidates from various parts of Kyonin and other elven settlements.
When Oathday, the 12th of Lamashan, finally arrived, Kilarra was awoken by a knock at the door of her room at the inn in which she was staying. Kilarra found an elven messenger on the other side of the door. The man quickly handed Kilarra a letter sealed with Queen Telandia’s personal signet and said, “Queen Telandia and her colleagues, known collectively as the Quintumvirate, request your presence at the Queen’s palace at noon. An elven steward will meet you at the palace’s entrance and escort you in from there when the monarchs are ready to receive you. Please read that message and decide for yourself whether or not you’ll attend.”
The messenger then ran off. As he left, Kilarra saw that the messenger still carried other letters that were identical to her own.
Once the ornate seal was removed and the letter opened, Kilarra found a note in cursive handwriting addressed to her.
Kilarra,
The Quintumvirate has discussed you at length. There was much debate as to whether or not you would be suitable for this mission given your apparent murder of your father and possible association with the Red Mantis. None of us could dispute, however, that your knowledge of the assassins would be invaluable. The Grand Prince believes you have potential and the rest of us concurred. This may also be a chance for you to redeem yourself. As such, we want you to join in our mission and in our pact.
The mission we have for you is to travel to Mediogalti Island, find the assassins known as the Red Mantis, and ascertain a way to end them and their god. They are ruthless murderers, so we will not pretend this will be easy. There is a very real chance you will not make it back alive.
We do not ask this of you lightly. We have taken many months to craft a Pact that we hope you will agree to fulfill. Rest assured, you will not be alone in this effort. In addition to the full support of the Quintumvirate, you will have allies on this journey. My fellow monarchs and I believe you and your allies can succeed in helping to bring about the Red Mantis’s end. We ask that you be circumspect in this matter and not undertake it hastily.
If you are willing to undertake this mission, we will have more information for you and your future allies at the meeting we are holding at noon. Arrive at the palace’s entrance and you will then be escorted inside at the appropriate time. On behalf of the other monarchs and myself, we ask that you please consider carrying out this mission for the sake of all of Golarion.
Signed,
Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
Talia found that the Fierani Forest was teeming with life. An elven ranger on one side. A pack of wolves on the other. A group of druids in a forest grove. A falcon perched in the trees above. All around her, the forest proclaimed life. Midnight seemed particularly pleased with their environment. Especially at night, of course.
It took Talia several weeks of slow progress to finally arrive in Iadara. When she did, it was the Moonday prior to the Oathday when the monarchs would request her presence. Once Talia arrived, she found that there were already dozens of other candidates in the city who, for one reason or another, wanted to participate in the Mantisbane Pact.
The official delegation from Taldor had arrived a few days before Talia. The Grand Prince had selected several young and athletic candidates to accompany him to Iadara. It seemed he intended for all of those selected to be from Taldor.
Still, the candidates from other nations weren’t to be trifled with. A couple of the paladins from Mendev had reportedly been involved in the final crusade into the Worldwound. And one of High King Borogrim’s dwarves had supposedly been to the Darklands and made it back to tell the tale. They and others had all found a common cause to rally around.
When Oathday finally arrived, Talia emerged early in the morning from the room one of the elves had been letting her stay in while the monarchs considered who to select. Moments after stepping out of the door of her room, Talia was greeted by an elven messenger who handed her a letter sealed with Queen Telandia’s personal signet. The elf then says, “Queen Telandia and her colleagues, known collectively as the Quintumvirate, request your presence at the Queen’s palace at noon. An elven steward will meet you at the palace’s entrance and escort you in from there when the monarchs are ready to receive you. Please read that message and decide for yourself whether or not you’ll attend.”
The messenger ran off. As he left, Talia saw that the messenger still carried other letters that were identical to her own.
Once the ornate seal was removed and the letter opened, Talia found a note in cursive handwriting addressed to her.
Talia,
The Quintumvirate is impressed that you decided to come despite the lack of a formal invitation. The Grand Prince speaks highly of your skill and knowledge. In truth, you would likely have received an invitation were it not for the fact that Stavian thought you had died at the hands of the Red Mantis. Your unique talents and knowledge, not to mention your apparent ability to avoid assassination by those who walk in blood, indicate to us that you would be a valuable asset to our pact and to the mission we have in mind.
The mission we have for you is to travel to Mediogalti Island, find the assassins known as the Red Mantis, and ascertain a way to end them and their god. They are ruthless murderers, so we will not pretend this will be easy. There is a very real chance you will not make it back alive.
We do not ask this of you lightly. We have taken many months to craft a Pact that we hope you will agree to fulfill. Rest assured, you will not be alone in this effort. In addition to the full support of the Quintumvirate, you will have allies on this journey. My fellow monarchs and I believe you and your allies can succeed in helping to bring about the Red Mantis’s end. We ask that you be circumspect in this matter and not undertake it hastily.
If you are willing to undertake this mission, we will have more information for you and your future allies at the meeting we are holding at noon. Arrive at the palace’s entrance and you will then be escorted inside at the appropriate time. On behalf of the other monarchs and myself, we ask that you please consider carrying out this mission for the sake of all of Golarion.
Signed,
Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
Talivar arrived in Iadara via ship a couple days prior to when his presence would be requested at the Queen’s palace. After saying goodbye to Captain Hannigan and the remainder of his crew, Talivar had a chance to meet some of the other candidates. They came in all shapes and sizes. There were guards from Osirion who had been personally assigned to protect the Ruby Prince Khemet III himself. There were a few paladins from Mendev. The look in their eyes indicated they may have seen one too many fights against the demons of The Worldwound. There was even a man from faraway Segada.
Without a doubt, it seemed impossible that all those who had arrived in Iadara would be selected for the monarchs’ mission. Two days passed and during that time Talivar was finally able to enjoy elven cooking rather than the dodgy cooking of his ship’s chef. In addition to delicious food, the elves provided him with a room at an inn at no cost. They insisted on not charging him for the food or the room when they learned why he had come to Iadara.
Just after Talivar finished eating a breakfast of elven flatbread and fruit flavored with exotic, tangy spices, an elven messenger ran up to him and handed him a letter sealed with Queen Telandia’s personal signet. The elf took a moment to catch his breath before saying, “Queen Telandia and her colleagues, known collectively as the Quintumvirate, request your presence at the Queen’s palace at noon. An elven steward will meet you at the palace’s entrance and escort you in from there when the monarchs are ready to receive you. Please read that message and decide for yourself whether or not you’ll attend.”
The messenger ran off. As he left, Talivar saw that the messenger still carried two letters that were identical to his own.
Once the ornate seal was removed and the letter opened, Talivar found a note in cursive handwriting addressed to him.
Talivar,
The Quintumvirate has heard of your losses. We mourn with you in the death of Maria. We are angered by the taking of Alayna. We share a common enemy. The Red Mantis do not discriminate in their victims, but murder and steal regardless of a person’s walk of life. We ask that you join in our Pact against the Red Mantis and see to it that they never murder or steal from anyone else again. We ask that you do this to honor Maria’s memory and in the hope of seeing Alayna again some day. As a fellow Desnan, I personally ask for your help.
The mission we have for you is to travel to Mediogalti Island, find the assassins known as the Red Mantis, and ascertain a way to end them and their god. They are ruthless murderers, so we will not pretend this will be easy. There is a very real chance you will not make it back alive.
We do not ask this of you lightly. We have taken many months to craft a Pact that we hope you will agree to fulfill. Rest assured, you will not be alone in this effort. In addition to the full support of the Quintumvirate, you will have allies on this journey. My fellow monarchs and I believe you and your allies can succeed in helping to bring about the Red Mantis’s end. We ask that you be circumspect in this matter and not undertake it hastily.
If you are willing to undertake this mission, we will have more information for you and your future allies at the meeting we are holding at noon. Arrive at the palace’s entrance and you will then be escorted inside at the appropriate time. On behalf of the other monarchs and myself, we ask that you please consider carrying out this mission for the sake of all of Golarion.
Signed,
Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
The orc-turned-gnoll-turned-elf arrived in Iadara on Oathday. Queen Telandia hadn’t required her elven candidates to arrive sooner as they were already in close proximity to the capital. His arrival came with the expected amount of fanfare, but one pair of individuals in particular caught Uruelleth’s eye. A father and son approached and Uruelleth instantly recognized them as two of the people who had accompanied him on the trip across Lake Encarthan.
“The Queen asked us to personally give you this,” Elledel said as he handed Uruelleth a letter sealed with Queen Telandia’s personal signet.
The boy’s father chimed in and said, “Queen Telandia and her colleagues, known collectively as the Quintumvirate, request your presence at the Queen’s palace at noon. An elven steward will meet you at the palace’s entrance and escort you in from there when the monarchs are ready to receive you. Please read that message and decide for yourself whether or not you’ll attend.”
Elledel couldn’t help but say, “It’s good to see you again! I’m sure you’ve been busy killing a bunch of ogres and trolls, huh?”
Elledel’s father shook his head and said, “We don’t have those here, son. We’ve given him the Queen’s message, now it’s time for us to take our leave.”
The two elves smiled and nodded at Uruelleth before waving goodbye as they left.
Once Uruelleth removed the ornate seal and opened the letter, he found a note in cursive handwriting addressed to him.
Uruelleth,
The Quintumvirate has heard of your valor in Lastwall. Your many deeds have reached our ears and your latest, the slaying of Urug’dash, the Gnoll of Belkzen, has impressed us all. We have a mission of great importance that we would like you to undertake. It will be dangerous, perhaps even more so than your battles against the orcs of Belkzen. But we believe you are uniquely capable of undertaking the mission we have in mind.
The mission we have for you is to travel to Mediogalti Island, find the assassins known as the Red Mantis, and ascertain a way to end them and their god. They are ruthless murderers, so we will not pretend this will be easy. There is a very real chance you will not make it back alive.
We do not ask this of you lightly. We have taken many months to craft a Pact that we hope you will agree to fulfill. Rest assured, you will not be alone in this effort. In addition to the full support of the Quintumvirate, you will have allies on this journey. My fellow monarchs and I believe you and your allies can succeed in helping to bring about the Red Mantis’s end. We ask that you be circumspect in this matter and not undertake it hastily.
If you are willing to undertake this mission, we will have more information for you and your future allies at the meeting we are holding at noon. Arrive at the palace’s entrance and you will then be escorted inside at the appropriate time. On behalf of the other monarchs and myself, we ask that you please consider carrying out this mission for the sake of all of Golarion.
Signed,
Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
Vorya was not selected by Grand Prince Stavian III for the Mantisbane Pact. Nor was he selected by the Ruby Prince Khemet III. The Grand Prince had apparently favored younger candidates and ones who worshiped deities that the monarch didn’t think were frivolous. Shelynites, Caydenites, and Calistrians had all been blacklisted from consideration. The Ruby Prince, for his part, had focused on candidates whom he knew personally or that were from higher up in society.
Mallius, Vorya’s priest, was undeterred. He was convinced that the inquisitor should participate in the Pact, with or without the official blessing of a monarch. He arranged for a wizard in Oppara to teleport Vorya straight to Iadara. Mallius knew that Vorya would need to arrive early to make himself known and to make it clear that he hadn’t given up, so the priest had the wizard send Vorya to Iadara five days before the monarchs planned to make their final decision.
Once Vorya arrived in Iadara, it became clear that he was not alone in wanting to slay Achaekek. Dozens of other candidates from the domains of the five monarchs and beyond had arrived in Iadara hoping to participate in the Pact. Once the inquisitor was certain that the monarchs were aware of his presence and were at least considering him, all he had left to do was wait.
The day finally came for the monarchs to send out invitations to their chosen candidates. Vorya was just coming downstairs for breakfast at the inn where he was staying when an elven messenger ran up to him. The elf handed Vorya a letter sealed with Queen Telandia’s personal signet and said, “Queen Telandia and her colleagues, known collectively as the Quintumvirate, request your presence at the Queen’s palace at noon. An elven steward will meet you at the palace’s entrance and escort you in from there when the monarchs are ready to receive you. Please read that message and decide for yourself whether or not you’ll attend.”
The messenger ran off. As he left, Vorya saw that the messenger still carried a letter that was identical to his own.
Once the ornate seal was removed and the letter opened, Vorya found a note in cursive handwriting addressed to him.
Vorya,
The Quintumvirate was surprised when you arrived a few days ago. Your tenacity in coming despite being rejected by both the Grand Prince and the Ruby Prince is admirable. And despite what they may think, I believe Shelyn is a deity well worth venerating. We have discussed you at length. Your priest, Mallius, speaks highly of you. Perhaps even more so, your experience with the Guild of Wonders could be tremendously helpful for the mission we have in mind.
The mission we have for you is to travel to Mediogalti Island, find the assassins known as the Red Mantis, and ascertain a way to end them and their god. They are ruthless murderers, so we will not pretend this will be easy. There is a very real chance you will not make it back alive.
We do not ask this of you lightly. We have taken many months to craft a Pact that we hope you will agree to fulfill. Rest assured, you will not be alone in this effort. In addition to the full support of the Quintumvirate, you will have allies on this journey. My fellow monarchs and I believe you and your allies can succeed in helping to bring about the Red Mantis’s end. We ask that you be circumspect in this matter and not undertake it hastily.
If you are willing to undertake this mission, we will have more information for you and your future allies at the meeting we are holding at noon. Arrive at the palace’s entrance and you will then be escorted inside at the appropriate time. On behalf of the other monarchs and myself, we ask that you please consider carrying out this mission for the sake of all of Golarion.
Signed,
Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
One day prior to their summons, Zeldana and Bobar arrived in Iadara after a journey of several weeks. She found that quite a few other adventurers had already arrived to answer the monarchs’ call. There were people from as far away as Arcadia and Tian Xia.
The next day, as Kitsune and bear walked through Iadara’s streets, more than a few eyes looked their way, saw Bobar, and hurried to leave the immediate vicinity. It seemed that the elves weren’t used to having black bears in the Fierani Forest or at least in Iadara itself.
Still, some of the more exotic residents of the place, hunters, rangers, and a pair of women from the Mwangi Expanse, all smiled and nodded at Zeldana as she passed by. Even in the heart of the elven kingdom, the oracle was able to find kindred spirits. One such spirit, an elven ranger from nearby Siavenian, walked over to Zeldana and Bobar with a skinned and gutted deer over his shoulder.
The elf said, “It’s good to see Queen Telandia didn’t just put out a call for the typical adventurer type. Any good party needs someone with a connection to nature. Here, take this deer as thanks for answering the Queen’s call. I’m sure your bear there can put it to good use.”
The ranger smiled at Zeldana, placed the deer on the ground near Bobar, and walked away. A moment later, an elven messenger ran up to the pair and handed Zeldana a letter sealed with Queen Telandia’s personal signet. The elf took a moment to catch his breath and stare at Bobar and the dead deer before saying, “Queen Telandia and her colleagues, known collectively as the Quintumvirate, request your presence at the Queen’s palace at noon. An elven steward will meet you at the palace’s entrance and escort you in from there when the monarchs are ready to receive you. Please read that message and decide for yourself whether or not you’ll attend.”
The messenger ran off. As he left, Zeldana saw that he didn’t appear to be carrying any letters like her own. Either she alone had been invited or perhaps she was the messenger’s last stop.
Once the ornate seal was removed and the letter opened, Zeldana found a note in cursive handwriting addressed to her.
Zeldana,
The Quintumvirate has heard of your divine capabilities and connection to nature. Your dismantling of an Okeno human-trafficking ring has also reached our ears. The magistrate in Magnimar speaks highly of your skills. Your actions in Nybor have also come to our attention. Protecting a settlement from goblins, ogres, and other dangers is no simple task. It’s your unique skills and divine capabilities that led us to ask for your aid. As a fellow Desnan, I personally ask that you help the Quintumvirate dismantle the Red Mantis.
The mission we have for you is to travel to Mediogalti Island, find the assassins known as the Red Mantis, and ascertain a way to end them and their god. They are ruthless murderers, so we will not pretend this will be easy. There is a very real chance you will not make it back alive.
We do not ask this of you lightly. We have taken many months to craft a Pact that we hope you will agree to fulfill. Rest assured, you will not be alone in this effort. In addition to the full support of the Quintumvirate, you will have allies on this journey. My fellow monarchs and I believe you and your allies can succeed in helping to bring about the Red Mantis’s end. We ask that you be circumspect in this matter and not undertake it hastily.
If you are willing to undertake this mission, we will have more information for you and your future allies at the meeting we are holding at noon. Arrive at the palace’s entrance and you will then be escorted inside at the appropriate time. On behalf of the other monarchs and myself, we ask that you please consider carrying out this mission for the sake of all of Golarion.
Signed,
Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
Assuming you’re comfortable distinguishing between in-character and out-of-character knowledge, feel free to read everyone’s introductions. In your opening post, go ahead and narrate anything else your character would have done after arriving in Iadara as well as your response to your note and your arrival at the palace’s entrance. Of course, that last part assumes you intend to undertake the Quintumvirate’s mission.
Uruelleth |
Initially grateful for the bounty of gold he received by turning in the head of the gnoll chieftain, Uruelleth began to regret his action. Fully aware that his killers would pursue him no matter what skin he wore, he worried that it could be an easy conclusion to draw that the elf who claimed to have killed the gnoll warchief might actually be him reincarnated. However, the more he downplayed his deed, the more he was honored by the elves of Kyonin. Humility was an extremely odd concept, and Uruelleth received an object lesson in it purely by accident.
The peace of Kyonin was something else that took some getting used to. Surprisingly, the elves did appreciate prowess in battle, as evinced by the accolades he received for his perceived actions in Lastwall. However, they also highly valued peace, art, and tranquility in equal measure.
It did not take long for Uruelleth to grow anxious within the elven society. Being a celebrated warrior, even one who downplayed his accomplishments which oddly caused the rumors to spread even more, he had heard of the woes of Tanglebriar. He had initially decided that he could find a warrior's death in that accursed place. However, before he enlisted in that endless campaign, he heard of the call for warriors to heed the Mantisbane Pact.
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Arriving in Iadara, Uruelleth was surprised to see the elven father and son he had met on the ship to the Kyonin there to greet him. Taking the letter in hands that trembled despite his best efforts, he read the words in the fine script and quickly realized that he could turn his strange fate into one of glorious purpose.
Taking the missive to the palace grounds, he showed the seal of the elven queen to the guards arrayed at the entrance. Allowed to pass, the tall, burly elf strode into the grounds with his weapons proudly displayed.
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra stood on the deck of the Gilded Swan alongside bustling sailors dressed in dorky little uniforms and a few ambitious soldiers. They were fools, all of them. Herself included, of course. The sailors--toiling for little pay and taking orders from whichever high-born fop trotted about in a captain's hat. The soldiers and braggarts who sought to enter the Mantisbane Pact for glory and honour and any number of other stupid reasons. They had no idea what they were in for. None. And herself... The dumbest of all. Here she was--FREE--and forgotten by the Red Mantis Assassins who killed her father and framed her for murder, and she decided to hop on a ship and apply for a suicide mission to kill their god. Their GOD. She was out of her mind.
"Thinking of running?" a familiar voice asked behind her.
Kilarra turned towards the blonde officer and smiled. "Officer Landau! I'm honoured for your company, but I'm really not in need of a handmaiden. I'm a bit of a modernist, in case you haven't heard. I can tie my own shoes and everything."
Officer Landau's frown as she walked away brought a smile to Kilarra's face. She turned her face to the horizon and drew in a deep breath, savouring the smell of the sea.
Free...
And soon her blade would be deep in Bastien's guts. Her smile broadened at the thought.
Cherish your last days, love. They're running short.
Kilarra counted the coins in her belt pouch. 118, 119, 120, 121. She chuckled to herself. Three days on this ship and she'd milked her fellow passengers for over a hundred dollars--fairly earned dollars, at that! Even she wasn't stupid enough to pilfer on a ship filled with soldiers and naval officers. ...Not with Officer Landau watching her every move. She couldn't wait to leave that stuck-up tool behind. They'd be leaving the ship soon. She should pack. But as she picked up her bag of dice and playing cards she hesitated.
There was one more night. Someone on this ship was bound to have a few coins left for her to win... She placed the dice in her belt pouch and cards in her pocket then strode out of her room, looking for a few suckers and a stiff drink.
Kilarra stepped off the gangplank of the Gilded Swan and onto an elaborate wooden pier. Officer Landau was right on her heels. Kilarra took in her surroundings warily. The scrawny elves in their finery, the elaborate towers fancier than even those back home, the smiles, the laughter, the music. And the atmosphere--peace, quiet, calm.... It was perfect. Too perfect. It left her with a sour taste in her mouth and an uneasy lump in her stomach. Smile she reminded herself.
She followed the procession of soldiers and nobles and foolish fops and even more foolish soldiers and bravos (if such a thing were possible)--presumably they were all trailing after her fool of a king. They travelled through the city, and up to the castle. Kilarra smiled at the elves they passed, waving and greeting them happily.
"My, what a lovely home you have," The decadence is absurd. "Thank you for having me!" I can't wait to find a game hall. I'd make a killing off you fools. "What a lovely necklace, ma'am!" I wish I could relive you of it.
Eventually they reached the tower where the retinue from Taldor would be staying. They filed in slowly--some puffed up nobleman was probably making a speech up near the front of the line. The Grand Prince, most likely. Or some other powdered fool. Still... she wouldn't be here if not for the Grand Prince... Everyone does something right eventually.
Once they settled in it was time for dinner--then tests and trials and interviews--so many interviews... There was entertainment up for offer in other levels of the tower and through her windows she could see glimpses of foreign dignitaries--Osirion nobles, dwarves clans, paladins from Mendev... But as the week passed, Kilarra found she had no time for gamehalls and drinking and minor acts of larceny. She was grilled by more officers and bureaucrats than she had been during her trial--and Officer Landau haunted her steps.
"I'm flattered you like my ass so much, hon, but you really can't keep riding it." she told the good Officer at dinner one night. The soldiers nearby had laughed. Officer Landau had not.
Kilarra smiled.
Soon...
Kilarra stood in her doorway in elven pajamas of an absurdly fine weave holding the letter in her hand. Her hair was messy, her face was dirty, and her head was still pounding from drinking the last of the rum she'd won her last night on the Gilded Swan--but her eyes were bright and her lips were curled up in a smile.
She had done it. She had been accepted into the Mantisbane Pact.
Standing half-naked in the hallway, she laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
"You're mad," a bleary-eyed Officer Landau told her as she peeked out of her (adjoining, of course) suite.
Kilarra smiled widely. "Oh, hon, I'm driven, remember?"
Officer Landau sighed heavily and returned to her room, and Kilarra followed suit shortly after. It was time to pack. Time to leave. Time to meet one more room full of foolish nobles, and then... FINALLY, it was time to move on. Bastien was waiting for her and she was dying to meet him...
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Kilarra strode up to the elven steward outside the palace entrance and smiled. "Kilarra Calvennis," she announced without breaking stride. "Come along then, hon. Can't keep your Queen waiting, can we?"
The elven steward scurried after her, then up ahead, leading the way into the Queen's palace. Guards parted for them, soldiers nodded and far behind her, Officer Landau was barred entry.
Kilarra thought about calling something rude back at her. She thought about giving her the finger. She thought about ignoring her. But in the end, Kilarra smiled and raised her hand in goodbye. Then she passed out of sight.
I took more liberties with the interactions leading up to the 12th than normal since it was still kind of backstory. Hope that's alright.
Talivar Tamexo |
Talivar felt very far away from home. Of course there say home is where the heart is, but Talivar's case that was in the past with his wife and daughter. Every step he took, every moment that passed took him further away from those he had loved. As a result he had changed, cold forged by the assassination of his wife and abduction of his daughter into a killer. The mantis had destroyed all that he cherished in life and in return he would destroy them, given half a chance.
Still the reception he received in Kyonin had touched him, even if he felt terribly out of place there. It was as if the world was still rolling despite it being several days since he had disembarked from the boat. The after effect of many weeks sailing he supposed. The elven homeland was a wonder, incredibly green with buildings that were as much living tree as anything else. The elves themselves had an ethereal beauty as did everything they built. Then of course there was the abundant magic, the elves delighted in illusions and other more substantial works including the famed Aiudara network.
Talivar spent several days exploring everything he could, and to his surprise he found he rather liked the elven cuisine. Even though his pronunciation was poor, Talivar was glad he had made the effort to learn Elvish. The elves seemed to appreciate it and many of them had proven to be very kind, insisting on providing for for free. After nearly a week he decided that even the architecture was something he could get used to, but he knew in his heart this couldn't last. If selected he would travel half a world away from here to endure terrible hardship. And then there was the killings that would be required to fulfill their mission. Talivar found it rather disturbing how good he'd gotten at turning living things into icecubes. Undeniably the Mantis had to go but he didn't relish the prospect, it was a chore, a necessary evil that must be done for the greater good of everyone.
When the letter arrived Talivar was both surprised and not. As a Desnan he felt like his life had become a tangled thread in the great weave, so in that sense was no surprise he’d been selected, however the personal note from the Quintumvirate had been unexpected but greatly appreciated. He resolved to go at once, it wasn’t a difficult decision. His old life was over and his new life, however long or short that might be, was just beginning…
After finishing his breakfast and thanking his hosts, he collected his meager possessions (all that he had fit into a backpack), took a bath and walked slowly to the palace. He was slightly early but he found the steward already waiting. Walking over, he presented the letter and in passable elvish said, ”Talivar Tamexo to see the Quintumvirate should it please their august majesties.”
Talia Dionne |
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 4th; concentration +8)
1/day—daylight
Shaman Spells Prepared (CL 4th; concentration +8)
2nd—focused scrutiny[ACG], hold person (DC 16), visualization of the mind; hypnotic pattern[S] (DC 16) or tongues[S]
1st—burning hands (DC 15), entangle (2, DC 15), heightened awareness[ACG]; color spray[S] (DC 15) or identify[S]
0 (at will)—create water, dancing lights, detect magic, guidance
S spirit magic spell; Spirit Heavens Wandering Spirit Lore
After the recent attempt on her life, Talia was a little more skittish than usual, although the weeks in the forest ironically did her good. She felt more relaxed, isolated and away from people largely due to her research habits working much the same way.
That said, nothing would last forever, and Talia knew that eventually, she would enter the elven capital soon, and did her best to be prepared for the culture shock she knew would soon follow. Truthfully, she was probably more prepared than most, using the time in the wilderness to tap into the spirit world, expanding her knowledge as to what she might expect when she arrives there. Nevertheless, once she arrives in Iadara, Talia immediately puts her skills to use, wandering the city seemingly with nothing to do, but actually stockpiling a list as to who might be shortlisted, the general mood, and so on.
As Oathday arrived, Talia was pleasantly surprised by her selection, and quickly endeavors to dress in appropriate attire for the nobility likely present, spending some of her money on adopting a dress of elvish fashion to represent the home tastes of the nation, before presenting herself at the entrance.
So technically, Talia's likely preparations would be casting Ears of the City, Heightened Awareness, and Visualization of the Mind to basically get as much information as she can about who is present, culture, useful information and so on. I don't expect her to actually pick up anything of note or relevance, but as a researcher hungry for knowledge, as well as being a prepared caster, it would be remiss for her not to spend her time spamming divination spells. I could make a few rolls but really, I'm not expecting her to pick up anything of importance.
Vorya |
Iadara posed an interesting challenge to Vorya. On one hand, the elven city was a legendary center of beauty and art.
Knowing what Mallius would think, the inquisitor put himself to the task of trying to do it justice. he sought out the great works of the city and tried to appreciate it. He puzzled over intricate tapestries, tried to marvel at the intricate wood buttresses, and attempted to study the inlaid mosaics that filled the city. He even gave a few coppers to some local children to guide him to the most sublime local groves and buildings. Vorya tried to apply the lessons he had learned in his long tutelage among the Shelyn temple. The teachings on shadows, symmetry, various artistic techniques....
It all felt flat.
Instead he kept noticing the lack of back alleys, how the wide boulevards exposed one to constant surveillance. Vorya noted the deep shadows cast by the looming trees, the only real cover int he city. Without realizing it, he was memorized the routine of the city guardsman, fitting in the patrols with a mental map of the city. Most of all, he measured up the many rival adventurers in the city. These violent outsiders were a discordant note in the measured harmony of the elven city, and Vorya was attracted to that. Many were impressive, at least to look at, although the ex-assassin wondered how many of them would hold up after two weeks in the jungle or waiting for six hours unmoving in a closet. He doubted they could hack it.
When he get the letter, he grunted. The man had never cared much for royalty, even after joining the temple. Generally they were pompous idiots who relied on better men and women to do the actual work of running a kingdom. Still, they had selected him. This saved him the trouble of trailing the group out of town, and following them to...wherever they were going.
Curious to see who else had made the cut, Vorya hurried tot he palace entrance.
Stealth: 1d6d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Hiding in the gloom of a large tree near the gates, he watches others arrive at the front doors. The first is a tough looking elf, with a wild look about him, quite out of place with usual elven grace. Vorya was intrigued.
Next was a female human fighter of some type. She was well armed and marched into the palace as if she owned the place. Vorya noted a man was left outside, trailing behind her. The inquisitor grinned. Already an interesting group.
After the imposing woman, came a tall, handsome man with no weapons. Wizard, perhaps? Vorya thought, studying him. Unlike the others he traveled light, a trait common to magical types. Vorya grunted as he went in. It was good to have some arcane types on a mission like this. his own magical abilities were not to be slighted, but they could not really be compared to a wizard or sorcerer.
The last was another woman, hard to read. She was dressed in elven fashion, but was most certainly a human. Vorya saw no weapon and wondered at the talents of this last.
Finally they all passed in and Vorya shrugged. That must be all. It could have been a worse group. Deciding he better catch up, the man exited his hiding spot and went to the front door.
"I think I'm the last one." he says to the elven guard. 'Quite a crowd to let into the palace eh? Let's hope we don't make too much of a mess." he shows the letter to the elf.
Talivar Tamexo |
That's a good point Talia about pre-casting spells. I hadn't considered that.
That's 2/7 level 1 spells cast.
Zeldana Arcovici |
Zeldana looks back at Bobar and notes the long loping face of her bear-friend. She'd seen him in battle many times, but there was never a doubt in her mind that he was a big sweetie at heart. Determined to prove them wrong, she turns to him and begins nuzzling his face, saying:
"Looks like the people here can't tell that you're just a big love-muffin, Bo-bo! Who's my big love muffin? Whooooooo's my bi-"
Not quite understanding what was happening, and somewhat concerned for his companion's psychological well-being, Bobar decided that was the right moment for a friendly, comforting, sloppy lick-to-the-face. If there are any townspeople still around, they're no-doubt sniggering if not outright laughing at the dumbstruck look of the beautiful woman covered in bear spit.
To all the fellow foresters and wilderness explorers, Zeldana smiles and waves, loving to see kindred spirits even in the heart of such a metropolitan area. At the approach of the Ranger, however, she is nearly in tears.
"Thank you so much! I cannot tell you what such a kindness feels like being alone here in a strange land. Please, tell me your name. Upon returning from my journey, I shall bring you a gift! It's only fair!"
After she bids him farewell and the messenger appears, Zeldana offers the poor man some water from her waterskin. She takes the message, reads it, rolls it back up, and then sticks the invite in her pack. She turns to Bobar,
"Alright, big guy, looks like we're going to be the guest of some royalty, so I want you on your best behavior! No slouching, no grumbling, no gnawing on the royal furniture, and most of all: no so-strong-it-could-kill-a-kobold bear farts! I swear, sometimes it smells like you ate a skunk. Are we clear?"
Bobar looks back at her blankly.
"Good. Now, we mustn't keep The Queen waiting!"
And with that, Zeldana straps the deer onto Bobar's back and the two set off for the palace. Though if they see a butcher, they'll drop of the deer to be cut and salted while they meet with the Quintumvirite.
GM_Zek |
I learned of the Red Mantis shortly after taking the Viridian Crown. One of their assassins approached me and offered to get rid of a political opponent. I declined her offer, of course, but was nonetheless disturbed. That encounter made me want to learn more about this mysterious organization. From the little I know of them already, I fear their influence upon the peoples of Golarion. Desna guide me.
From the journal of Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin
Dated the 22nd of Desnus, 4683 AR
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Zeldana is able to find a butcher at which to leave the deer before continuing on to the palace grounds. While Talia is able to uncover quite a number of rumors and facts about the elves of Kyonin, nothing is particularly relevant to the reason she has arrived in the city.
Mellisar, the elven steward assigned to meet you all, walks over once everyone has entered the palace grounds and arrived at the gates. He is accompanied by a half-elf man and a human woman.
The steward smiles and nods at those assembled before saying, “The palace’s doors will open when the monarchs are ready to see you. In the meantime, I suggest introducing yourselves to each other. If you pass the rulers’ final inspection for this mission, you will have to work closely with one another. It’s best to be sure you’re compatible with each other.”
With another smile and nod, Mellisar leaves you alone with each other. The half-elf man and human woman stay with you.
The silence that follows is quickly interrupted as the young half-elf, wearing plain brown clothes and a floppy green hat, says, “My name’s Toff! I’m really looking forward to meeting all these monarchs. I’ve only heard good things about all of them. And the chance to take down some nasty assassins sounds great. Did I mention my name is Toff? It’s Toff Oglen. Are all of you excited for this?”
The human woman who had arrived with Toff wears a well-tailored grey dress. She scowls at him and says in a loud whisper that everyone can hear, “You really need to watch what you say aloud. We can’t be sure that everyone in Iadara shares the same… adversary… as us. Perhaps you should stop slouching as well before we go before the monarchs.”
Toff straightens his back at the woman’s words and she smiles as she notes his quick obedience. “That’s better,” she says before turning to the group as whole. “My name is Ovini Primblossom. Pleased to meet you all. I hope we’re able to work together in the days to come. I’m sure the Quintumvirate only called for the best of the best to stand before them.”
After a moment’s silence, Ovini adds, “So… what are your stories?”
Kilarra: Perfectly fine. The story was better for it.
Talia: Thank you for including your list of spells for the day!
Zeldana Arcovici |
The silence that follows is quickly interrupted as the young half-elf, wearing plain brown clothes and a floppy green hat, says, “My name’s Toff! I’m really looking forward to meeting all these monarchs. I’ve only heard good things about all of them. And the chance to take down some nasty assassins sounds great. Did I mention my name is Toff? It’s Toff Oglen. Are all of you excited for this?”
Awwww! He's so cute and nervous!
"Salutations, Toff!" announces Zeldana in the most purposefully ostentatious voice she can muster, "I am Zeldana Arcovici, Mistress of the Moonlight, Slinger of the Starsong's Starknives, and Impresario of Illustrious Illusions! This is Bobar, my Valet-"
She motions to the bear, who belches in reply.
"Also known as Dread Bobarkazathoth the Black, Destroyer of Dragonflies, Annihilator of Dandelions, and Eater of Bees. We've journeyed here all the way from our home in Nybor. It's a pleasure to meet all of you!"
The human woman who had arrived with Toff wears a well-tailored grey dress. She scowls at him and says in a loud whisper that everyone can hear, “You really need to watch what you say aloud. We can’t be sure that everyone in Iadara shares the same… adversary… as us. Perhaps you should stop slouching as well before we go before the monarchs.”
Toff straightens his back at the woman’s words and she smiles as she notes his quick obedience. “That’s better,” she says before turning to the group as whole. “My name is Ovini Primblossom. Pleased to meet you all. I hope we’re able to work together in the days to come. I’m sure the Quintumvirate only called for the best of the best to stand before them.”
Zeldana whispers to Toff when she gets the chance: "Don't listen to that old bat. Royals are just people in bigger chairs, that's all. No need to be too worried about making a good impression. Besides, I'm sure you'll do just fine!"
She gives him a wink.
Vorya |
Vorya grins that the woman who speaks of 'standing up straight' is named Primblossom. Sometimes truth is stranger then fiction.
He was unimpressed with these two however, if they were going on this mission with them. The others seemed like a rough and ready crew, especially the tall elf and the lady with the bear. But Toff and Ovini....Vorya couldn't quite picture them slogging through a swamp.
'My name is Vorya." he says, to answer her question, "Here from Oppara. My story is a long and grand one that cannot be done justice in a waiting room. I am more curious about the future anyway..."
He turns to Zeldana and asks rather plainly, "Why do you have a bear?"
Zeldana Arcovici |
He turns to Zeldana and asks rather plainly, "Why do you have a bear?"
She smirks and responds: "The real question is: Why don't you have a bear?"
Uruelleth |
"Because bears are fierce combatants, and trainers of such animals are held in high esteem everywhere, it would seem," the elf adds to Zeldana's answer to Vorya's question.
"I am called Uruelleth, and I have fought long in the Hold of Belkzen." He folds his arms across his chest, eyeing everyone steadily. He had debated for some time whether he should add various honorifics and titles to his Elven name, but ultimately decided against it, preferring to add new titles to this life rather than to carry the old ones around. Besides, his old monikers would not endear him to Elven ears.
Talivar Tamexo |
Talivar was not entirely sure what to make of the extremely varied crowd of would be Assassin slayers. What where their stories he wondered, how many of them had lost loved ones to the vicious serrated blades of the mantis? Perhaps he wasn't alone in his loss...
Suddenly at the steward's bidding everyone started introducing themselves and the topic of the bear came up. Talivar eyes it warily but it seemed peaceful enough, for now. "I once saw a bear maul three grown men in armor who had been baiting it. They are not to be trifled with." he noted before adding, "Name's Talivar. I grew up in Almas, I've served in the navy and like many of you here no doubt, I've lost more than I care to mention to the Mantis." A sly smile crossed his eyes, "It made me cold blooded..." He shrugged eloquently as his hands briefly frost over, leaving a trail of heavy cold vapor which settles towards the floor.
Vorya |
Vorya chuckles at Zeldana's remark, "True enough, but I have never been good with animals. Never even had a dog as a kid."
When Uruelleth speaks, Vorya locks eyes with the imposing elf, "Fierce combatants can be valuable yes, until they snap off a finger." raising an eyebrow he adds dryly, "Not many elves in the Hold."
At Talivar's spell and wisecrack, he rolls his eyes. 'Save puns that deadly for the foe, Talivar of Almas."
Zeldana Arcovici |
"Because bears are fierce combatants, and trainers of such animals are held in high esteem everywhere, it would seem," the elf adds to Zeldana's answer to Vorya's question.
Somewhat taken aback by the elf's sternness, Zeldana simply mutters, "Uh... thanks? I guess?"
"I once saw a bear maul three grown men in armor who had been baiting it. They are not to be trifled with." he noted before adding, "Name's Talivar. I grew up in Almas, I've served in the navy and like many of you here no doubt, I've lost more than I care to mention to the Mantis." A sly smile crossed his eyes, "It made me cold blooded..." He shrugged eloquently as his hands briefly frost over, leaving a trail of heavy cold vapor which settles towards the floor.
Zeldana watches the vapor and frost with curiousity, responding, "Okay, I think everyone's gotten the wrong impression of Bobar here. He won't attack anyone unless he gets attacked, or if I tell him to. Otherwise..."
She holds up Bobar's jowls to make him "smile." Bobar doesn't seem to really care, and is seemingly used to this treatment.
"He's just a big fluffy sweetheart."
Talivar Tamexo |
With a smile in his eyes, Talivar replied deadpan, "I'm sorry, I'll refrain from dishing out anymore punishment."
"He's just a big fluffy sweetheart."
Talivar chuckled softly, replying easily, "You'll excuse me if I don't rush over to pet him. Reminds me of my daughter and horses, I always thought they where big and scary, but she adored them. Thought they where the best thing ever." Suddenly his face fell and he was all choked up, remembering what happened Alayna, 'Focus Talivar! Hold it together, you're here for a reason!'
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra smirks at Mellisar and teases "Ah, Mel, you're killing me! I thought the time for waiting was over." She sighs dramatically.
Kilarra laughs dryly are Toff's eagerness. "Wow, kid, I'm not gonna lie to you. You are altogether too eager to go to your death. Don't you have anything to live for?"
Kilarra smirks at Primblossom's request for everyone's stories and watches in disbelief as her fellow god-assassins chat about bears, pets and puns. We're f*cked.
Eventually Kilarra sighs and says with a smirk. "So you're the crazy bastards who are signed up to kill a god..." She looks at them closely, pinning them each with a deep gaze as she shakes their hands one at a time in greeting.
"I'm Kilarra Calvennis, convicted murderer and general pain in the ass. Nice to meet you. How you doing? Good? Excited? Yeah, you guys do know we're all going to die, right? Like actually die. It's a long-shot, no hope in Hell, wing and a prayer type deal. Yeah? Just checking. So we're all in for a little suicide martyrdom type deal, or we're all more interested in vengeance than our lives? I'm a vengeance girl, myself, but let's leave the sob stories at home, yeah?"
After a moment she looks at you all and chuckles. "Well I'm going to go ahead and assume some of us are more than we seem..."
Uruelleth |
"He's just a big fluffy sweetheart."
Uruelleth tries to hide his disappointment. "...Oh."
"I'm Kilarra Calvennis, convicted murderer and general pain in the ass. Nice to meet you. How you doing? Good? Excited? Yeah, you guys do know we're all going to die, right? Like actually die. It's a long-shot, no hope in Hell, wing and a prayer type deal. Yeah? Just checking. So we're all in for a little suicide martyrdom type deal, or we're all more interested in vengeance than our lives? I'm a vengeance girl, myself, but let's leave the sob stories at home, yeah?"
The elf grins fiercely at Kilarra when she talks about dying, maybe just slightly more than what most would deem healthy.
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra notices Uruelleth's mad grin and smiles widely. "You know what I'm talking about, Ruel. I think we'll get along just fine," she says to him. Not realizing exactly how much he knows about dying... lol
Sense Motive to see if he hates that she shortened his name to Ruel1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
GM_Zek |
Toff goes over to Bobar and starts petting him, but a scowl from Ovini causes him to quickly withdraw his hand.
When Kilarra mentions that she is a convicted murderer, Ovini’s mouth drops open. “Murderer? Isn’t that who we’re fighting against? Murderers? Why would the monarchs choose a murderer?”
The woman pauses for a moment and says, “It is interesting to see the different kinds of people that the monarchs chose.” She glances over at Toff. “Perhaps we’ll learn more about each other as time goes on.”
Ovini taps her foot and continues, “I wonder why they’re making us wait so long? They did say noon, didn’t they?”
Just chime in when you’re able, Talia. Just keeping the conversation going and will move us along once everyone’s had a chance to contribute. Loving the banter, folks!
Vorya |
Vorya cracks a smile at Kilarra's bravado. He has known chatty types before....
'I plan on having the other side die, not us. I'm not interested in martyrdom. This a final job for me, a sort of...coming of age mission. I fully intend to walk away from this one, thanks."
'As for the God part..." he shrugs, "I haven't met anything that wouldn't die if properly encouraged."
Zeldana Arcovici |
Toff goes over to Bobar and starts petting him, but a scowl from Ovini causes him to quickly withdraw his hand.
When Kilarra mentions that she is a convicted murderer, Ovini’s mouth drops open. “Murderer? Isn’t that who we’re fighting against? Murderers? Why would the monarchs choose a murderer?”
"You know the old saying about 'Fighting fire with fire?' I think that's what they had in mind."
"I'm Kilarra Calvennis, convicted murderer and general pain in the ass. Nice to meet you. How you doing? Good? Excited? Yeah, you guys do know we're all going to die, right? Like actually die. It's a long-shot, no hope in Hell, wing and a prayer type deal. Yeah? Just checking. So we're all in for a little suicide martyrdom type deal, or we're all more interested in vengeance than our lives? I'm a vengeance girl, myself, but let's leave the sob stories at home, yeah?"
After a moment she looks at you all and chuckles. "Well I'm going to go ahead and assume some of us are more than we seem..."
Zeldana's more jovial attitude quickly sours at Kilarra's assertions. It's almost as though a completely different person begins talking with the same face and body.
"I've evaded the Mantis for eight years. If they can be fooled, they can be fought. If they can be fought, they can be killed. And if you judge solely by appearances, my friend, you'll fall victim to the same tricks I've used against them... with great success.
I'll afford you the same courtesy: I care not if you're a murderer. I've taken many a life, many of them humanoid, under a variety of circumstances. To me you're a comrade on this mission and you shall be given the respect and courtesy you deserve until proven otherwise.
In the meantime I'll take joviality where I can find it. When the time comes to cut the claws off our foes' bloody carapaces, then will I be grim."
Zeldana's rather fun and flippant attitude then returns, as she starts cleaning Bobar's ears with a cloth, humming as she does so, but still listening to the ongoing conversation.
Vorya |
When Kilarra mentions that she is a convicted murderer, Ovini’s mouth drops open. “Murderer? Isn’t that who we’re fighting against? Murderers? Why would the monarchs choose a murderer?”
Vorya ponders making a remark here, perhaps a clever "We prefer the term assassin.. In his previous life he would have but now, the wounds were too sharp, too dark. This was a group that probably included killers of all types, but he considered himself past that. He would use his old skills yes, but he wasn't a murderer. Not anymore.
He turns to Zeldana, "You have evaded the Red Mantis? Their...persistence is legendary. How did you do it?" A spark of professional curiosity enters his voice.
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra laughs at Ovini's musings. "Yeah, let's just trust there's a reason for it all. Monarchs never make poor decisions," she says sarcastically.
Kilarra smirks widely at Vorya "You and me both, old man." Vorya is middle-age-ish, isn't he? If he's in his thirties or under she'd leave it at 'You and me both.'
Kilarra looks thoroughly amused at how easily she got under Zeldana's skin. "I bow to your expertise, then." she replies with a smirk just like in my picture. "Besides, who said we wouldn't have fun? I'm going to have a blast."
Talia Dionne |
At work atm and on phone so this won't be detailed as I would like
Talia raises an eyebrow at the topics of discussion, noting that all present seemed to be capable sorts if with different ideas as to what the task might entail. "Evading the Mantis isn't easy, but I can be done with the right amount of planning. I should know, I managed it twice already."
The aasimar extends a hand with a short wave. "My name is Talia, last scion of the noble house of Dionne and longtime researcher of the Mantis. It's nice to see everyone here coming from all walks of life, unpredictability makes the job of an assassin harder."
Vorya |
Vorya is startled by Talia's remark that she is a researcher. He turns away from the bear and the others and faces the woman, noting for the first time she isn't a human but an Aasimar. He does note at her remark. Unpredictability was often a virtue in eluding the nets of those such as him.
"Who studies assassin groups?" He asks Talia, honestly curious. he had never considered his former profession worthy of academic interest.
Uruelleth |
Kilarra notices Uruelleth's mad grin and smiles widely. "You know what I'm talking about, Ruel. I think we'll get along just fine," she says to him. Not realizing exactly how much he knows about dying... lol
Sense Motive to see if he hates that she shortened his name to Ruel.
He meets her eyes evenly and gives her a tight nod, recognizing the warrior within her. He seems nonplussed about the shortening of his name provided she pronounces it "Ru-El" rather than "Rool"
"Ruel" falls silent as several of the others speak of close calls and of being hunted by the assassins. He tries to keep the bitterness off his face, that some of these individuals had managed to elude their knives in the dark while he had had his throat slit not once, but twice. However, he took satisfaction in the fact that they killed him while he was sleeping, and that when he fought them openly, he had killed them.
Ultimately, he had been invited for his battle prowess, not for his knowledge about the assassins themselves. So while they talk of research into and evading the Red Mantis, he simply nods. The time for avoidance is over. They will soon take the fight to the assassins, and when that occurs, his skills will be called upon.
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra raises an eyebrow at Talia's comment about unpredictability and slightly inclines her head to her in a nod of agreement.
Kilarra finds a column or wall very nearby the group and leans against it casually, watching the others with an amused smirk on her face as they continue to chatter away. She's assessing both her 'comrades' and her surroundings.
Perception on surroundings: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
GM_Zek |
Kilarra perceives her surrounding with almost perfect clarity. She notices that all of her companions seem well-armed. And if not well-armed, then at least more than capable of fending for themselves in a fight.
Beyond the group, Kilarra notices that there seem to be an unusually high number of guards situated around the edges of the palace grounds. More seem to be arriving as well.
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Everyone knows that it's about twenty minutes after noon and the palace gates have yet to open.
Toff bounces up and down excitedly, seemingly unable to contain his exuberance. Ovini crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.
I'll push us forward in a couple hours or so. I want to give everyone a bit more time to contribute further, if they want to.
GM_Zek |
About thirty minutes after their originally scheduled meeting, the crystalline doors of Iadara’s palace finally open to reveal a grand hall inside. Two elves finish opening the doors and gesture for you to go inside.
Once indoors, it becomes apparent that the hallway is meant to be an extension of the grand entrance outside. Earthy tones of green and brown accentuate the natural feel of the elven palace. At the end of the hall, another set of double doors open which lead you into the monarchs’ meeting chamber.
Sitting in the center of the Quintumvirate is Queen Telandia Edasseril of Kyonin. To her right sits Queen Galfrey of Mendev. To Queen Telandia’s left sits Ruby Prince Khemet III of Osirion. To his left sits Borogrim the Hale of Highhelm. To the right of Queen Galfrey sits Grand Prince Stavian III.
Queen Telandia rises as you enter. The other monarchs, some more willingly than others, also stand to greet you.
“Welcome,” Queen Telandia begins simply. “Thank you for answering our invitation. This is normally when we would give formal introductions, but my fellow rulers and I have already discussed each of you at length and I'm confident you all know who we are, so we’ll dispense with that part and go straight to the matter at hand. You’ve all been brought here to deal with the perennial threat of the Red Mantis and their god.
“The Mantis God or Achaekek – as he should actually be called – must be slain. As you know, the five of us have already made a pact to end his existence. We are in need of a few brave men and women who are willing to risk life and limb to find a way to slay Achaekek. We chose you because we believe you are those brave souls. But I must ask you personally before we proceed further, why do you want to help us? And why are you willing to risk your life to fulfill our Pact?”
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra straightens as the doors begins to open and struts through the grand hall as soon as she's gestured inside. She walks into the monarchs' meeting chamber confidently and eyes each of the monarchs in turn.
Manners, she reminds herself. She bows, trying to recall the proper Taldan way from her childhood. Knowledge nobility: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
"Your excellencies." Pompous bastards.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 to try to make a good impression.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 to determine what they think of me and if they're hiding something.
Oh, yeah, nice job. Haha. Kilarra's disdain for nobility clearly shines through despite her efforts to 'play nice'.
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At the Queen's pronouncement Kilarra's 'pleasant' smile turns dark and fierce. She eyes the Queen, skewering her with her gaze. "I know this mission is nigh impossible. But, the Mantis and I have unfinished business," she says conversationally. "I'd like for it to end with their guts all over the floor, their hopes shattered under my heel and their god nothing more than a fading memory. I want to hurt them as they've hurt others. I want to destroy them. And nothing's going to stop me. Not men, not monarchs, not assassins, and not gods."After a moment's pause she concludes. "I'm not here to fulfill your pact. I'm here to fulfill mine."
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Talivar Tamexo |
'My goodness somebody has a chip on their shoulder! thought Talivar, 'But then who am I to talk? I come from Andoran and I hate the notion of kings and queens.'
In a rather less aggressive tone, Talivar bows before replying, 'You ask me, why would I risk my life? But I ask you, what is there left to risk? Nothing of value, everything I once held dear has been taken from me. But I don't do this for myself, I do it for everyone else."
Shaking his head sadly he explained, "Only in the past few thousand years has Humanity dragged itself out of barbarism. But this progress has been increasingly checked by the Mantis and their official policy of stamping out political dissent. No offense intended to anyone here but our ways of government are archaic yet the Mantis work to preserve it as if in amber. I am far from the first person to a loose a loved one who dared to challenge the status quo, but I would be the last. An enlightened age is possible but not while the mantis are here."
Uruelleth |
Uruelleth looks approvingly at Kilarra, her fierce words echoing what he had felt in his heart when he lit his mother's pyre. He had tempered that feeling with stark reality, ultimately deciding that the best revenge would be to die in battle by other hands than theirs. But Kilarra rekindled that passion, and he feels the iron lord's drumbeat in his chest once more.
After exchanging a look with her, he turns to the assembled rulers. "I will fight, not give speeches. If you must know, the Mantises killed my mother. I, too, will not rest until their god is dead, or I am."
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra's raises an eyebrow at Talivar's speech. Don't laugh, she reminds herself. She fights the urge to roll her eyes, barely managing to restrain herself.
After Uruelleth's pronouncement Kilarra's smirk widens and she nods twice in agreement.
Vorya |
Vorya's old dark side can't help but wonder what a place this would be for a job. While the walls are strong and the guards many....the sheer concentration of royalty here was astounding. It was a hunting ground dreamed of by many of their rivals. Rivals willing to hire knives and poison. And that wasn't even considering a preemptive strike by the Red Mantis...Vorya shivered and kept an eye out for potential attempts.
When it was his 'turn' to speak, he bows, trying to be polite, "I seek to hunt the Red Mantis not for personal glory, idealism or vengeance. I seek redemption for a life lived in shadow. By God, Shelyn, has pointed this path to me, and I will take it."
He glances at Uruelleth and says, 'I too, pursue this to the bitter end."
Zeldana Arcovici |
"I seek freedom, your majesties."
Zeldana had been quiet up to this point, patiently making her way through and avoiding any more outbursts. Why had Kilarra's obvious goading vexed her so? Once out of this palace, she'd have adopt her more carefree Varisian persona with redoubled commitment.
"Eight years ago, I changed everything about myself to evade Those-Who-Walk-In-Blood: my face, my family, my name, my voice, and my very being. I killed who they were hunting, and became someone else.
I wish to be myself once more without fear, to resurrect my former self from the dead. As long as one Mantis still breathes, I shall never know peace, and that part of me shall stay dead forever.
And yes, I am willing to die for my freedom. It is more important to me than my life."
Uruelleth |
Uruelleth gives Zeldana a long, inscrutable look. Could she... be like me? And would it be possible after all this to actually go back to what I was?
He finds it hard to tear his eyes from the bear master and focus on the monarchs, but eventually manages.
Talivar Tamexo |
Of course he noticed Kilarra's derision, but Talivar decided he didn't care what someone so obviously damaged thought. Besides he was more interested in what the others had to say, the strange elf Uruelleth's mother had been assassinated and the follower of Shelyn, of all gods, apparently sought redemption. He didn't know what to make of the attractive Variasian woman with the bear but it seemed she had endured much sadness. Talivar couldn't help but think, 'Bringing this lot together as a cohesive group is not going to be easy, I hope they know what they're doing.'
Kilarra Calvennis |
Ironically, Kilarra thinks the exact opposite of Talivar at the moment...
As Vorya and Zeldana speak Kilarra finds herself nodding along with their determination. The mission they were about to embark on was madness. If they weren't all prepared to die to see it through, they would fail.
Her smile widens. We might just have a shot.
Talia Dionne |
Thalia steps smoothly forward, entirely at ease being in the presence of such nobility, being extremely adept at managing such situations for her benefit.
"I'd like to thank each of you, honored monarch's, in actually crafting this Pact. It is no small thing what you propose. Sure, the mission is incredibly dangerous, and there is no guarantee of success, but still, I thank you. I was looking at my revenge on my own, and it is gratifying to share the room with several like minded individuals. Secondly, I don't really have anything to lose. I'm already a target for the Mantis, and quite frankly I'd never be satisfied with living a normal life so long as my enemies breath. I see no reason not to give everything I have in service of this Pact."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
GM_Zek |
Kilarra fails to impress the monarchs with her manners and only manages to awkwardly bow. They’re even less impressed by her words, sadly. From what she can tell, the monarchs genuinely want to know why you would be so willing to risk everything to fulfill the Pact.
Most of the monarchs, with the exception of Grand Prince Stavian III, are unamused and unaffected by Kilarra’s attempted intimidation.
For future reference, all of the monarchs, with one exception, are level 10 or higher, so you’re not likely to be able to intimidate them, etc., at your current level.
Once you all have a chance to speak, Toff has a chance to offer his reply to the monarchs. "I've always wanted to go on an adventure! I think slaying some assassins is a worthwhile goal. I have some skill with a bow, so I can take them down from afar. Do you think there will be people to rescue? I would really love to rescue people. Would be a nice break from just killing a bunch of folks."
Ovini says, "The Red Mantis are murderers. They murder as a form of worship. That seems like the reason you wanted us to come here today. I'm happy to murder for you. I think the Red Mantis may underestimate your resolve. You should not underestimate mine."
The monarchs return to their seats and begin addressing each of you in turn.
“I think you had best watch your tone, Ms. Calvennis. You seem to be forgetting whose presence you’re in,” Grand Prince Stavian III says. “You are here by our will to fulfill our pact. Don’t assume you’re irreplaceable.”
“Is that really necessary, Stavian?" Queen Galfrey says."She’s driven. Brash perhaps, but very motivated. Isn’t that what we wanted in those we selected?”
Stavian shakes his head but remains silent.
Queen Telandia says, “It is all well and good for you to have a pact of your own, but we need you to agree to fulfill ours. You may see it as unnecessary and you can choose to view it as a mere formality, but it is necessary. Do I have your word that you’ll agree to fulfill our pact?”
High King Borogrim the Hale looks over at Talivar as the man speaks. Once the Andoran is done, Borogrim says, “There will always be strife and those who seek to bring anarchy to the world. The Red Mantis are something else entirely. They wish to use the government for their own ends. They prefer infiltration and subterfuge to outright rebellion and anarchy. Our good leader Telandia has experienced the Mantis’s devilry first hand. You’re fighting for just laws. And just laws for all of Golarion, not just humanity. Is that clear?”
The Ruby Prince Khemet III can’t help but interject, “Don’t be so hasty as to assign the term ‘leader’ to one of us. We are a council and are all equal in stature.”
Galfrey says, “I think Borogrim merely means that Telandia deserves some recognition. She was the one who brought us all together.”
Borogrim nods in agreement with Galfrey and Khemet merely does his best to keep his face expressionless.
Telandia says to Uruelleth, “A fighter is what we need. The time for talk is over. The Red Mantis only understand murder, so we should oblige them their language and slit their throats,” The Queen of elves takes a deep breath as she finishes that last statement before continuing. “My apologies for being so forward. The Red Mantis have personally wronged me in the past, so I know first hand their treachery and malice. I must ask, Uruelleth, will you stand with your companions? Will you see that they are with you till the end to see the Mantis God slain?”
Khemet says to Vorya, “Shelyn may be a good deity, but she is also soft. And sometimes idealism and vengeance are good goals. Why do you think you deserve redemption? And why will killing Achaekek give you that which you seek?”
“Please watch how you speak with him, Khemet. He does hail from Taldor,” Stavian says.
“I hardly think that’s fair to say. He is Osiriani. That much is clear by looking at him. I consider him to represent Osirion and that’s why I take a personal interest in learning about the man,” Khemet counters.
“Vorya and the rest represent us all, Khemet. We must be united lest the Red Mantis find a way to disrupt our efforts,” Galfrey says. Then she turns to Vorya and says, “Still, it is a good question. Iomedae would have us fight, but why would a Shelynite choose violence as the means of his redemption?”
Khemet looks to Zeldana and says, “You seek freedom? How are we to trust one such as yourself if you have changed everything about yourself? Who were you? And who are you now?”
“While Khemet may have different beliefs on some things than the rest of us,” Galfrey says, “his questions are still good ones. The Red Mantis hide behind masks. What are you hiding behind?”
All of the monarchs seem thoroughly impressed by Talia’s reasoning.
Stavian turns to Talia and says, “Ah, the young historian! It brings me joy to see that you survived that dreadful Red Mantis attack. With you here, I have three people representing…” The Grand Prince trails off as he looks over at the other monarchs. “Representing all of us.”
Borogrim looks over at Talia after giving Stavian a hard look, “You clearly have the touch of the divine upon you. It is encouraging that one such as yourself would agree to undertake our mission. I must admit, though, that you look rather weak. I’m sure you have a good head on your shoulders, but what combat skills do you bring to the table? The Red Mantis will be merciless, so we must respond in kind. How do you intend to do so?”
It's painfully obvious that the monarchs don't give direct replies to Toff or Ovini.
You’ll want to view all of the spoilers that your roll(s) qualify you for.
Talivar Tamexo |
"There will always be strife and those who seek to bring anarchy to the world. The Red Mantis are something else entirely. They wish to use the government for their own ends. They prefer infiltration and subterfuge to outright rebellion and anarchy. Our good leader Telandia has experienced the Mantis’s devilry first hand. You’re fighting for just laws. And just laws for all of Golarion, not just humanity. Is that clear?"
Used to the nitty gritty of Andoran politics, Talivar lacked the instinctive respect for authority a king might expect. Still that didn't mean he was going to be rude. Shrugging slightly as if conceding a point, Talivar replied evenly, "If I can help the other races of Golarion at the same time, then so much the better! The Mantis threaten us all." Of course he was wise enough not to add what he was thinking, 'Well maybe not you, but it would be needlessly rude to point that out loud...'
Once conversation had moved onto the others, Talivar couldn't help but notice the influx of guards. He clasped his hands behind his back nonchalantly and smiled guilelessly at several of them as if saying hello! 'Oh hells this can't be good...' he thought.
Perception with heightened awareness: 1d20 + 2 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 9 = 24
Vorya |
Vorya ponders the words of the monarchs. Shelyn was often denigrated by outsiders, it was nothing new.
Looking at Khemet Vorya says, respectfully, "Soft? You say soft as if it means weak but it does not. The assassin's strangle cord can be made of the finest, purest silk, smooth as water to the touch, but it can strangle as surely as any orc wire. A smothering pillow can deliver even the mightiest warrior to the Gray lady if applied correctly. Softness is enveloping, persistent, careful. All traits that should be valued in violence, not scorned."
'As for the violence, Shelyn represents arts and love. Can you thing of two things will less violence? Have you never been moved to ecstasy or despair by a painting? Is not love the most ruthless campaigner of all? But regardless, I believe she has chosen me for this mission and who can gainsay what I believe the Eternal Rose says? The gods work in strange ways."
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Vorya notes the guards entering. Instantly he tenses up. This is not something done idly when such power is present. What was going on? His mind flashes to his earlier thoughts. Was something planned? Was this a trap? A coup?
For some reason his mind turns to Toff and Ovini. They were ridiculous, comedic...almost, unbelievably so. The others were a strange lot but they certainly seemed known quantities.
Carefully, the inquisitor takes a step or so away from the pair, giving himself space.
Sense Motive on those two: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Perception on them: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Dang it
Uruelleth |
Telandia says to Uruelleth, “A fighter is what we need. The time for talk is over. The Red Mantis only understand murder, so we should oblige them their language and slit their throats,” The Queen of elves takes a deep breath as she finishes that last statement before continuing. “My apologies for being so forward. The Red Mantis have personally wronged me in the past, so I know first hand their treachery and malice. I must ask, Uruelleth, will you stand with your companions? Will you see that they are with you till the end to see the Mantis God slain?”
Uruelleth had scant time to marvel at the strange turn of events that brought an orc of the Belkzen Hold to be in the presence of the collected monarchs of humans, elves and dwarves. The unreality of the entire situation compounded when the elven queen Telandia addressed him directly. His eyes narrowed, however, when she mentioned slitting throats -- a very strange turn of phrase for a queen. At least, he had to assume.
Her question asked, he feels the corners of his mouth turn down. The question was loaded with meaning, and he wishes he could think of something elf-like to say. But before the silence stretched too long, he gives her the slightest of shrugs. "Promises given in advance of battle are uncertain things," he says, doing his best to soften an old orc aphorism (which more aptly translates as, "promises before battle are bull---t"). "I will remain with them, so long as they breathe, until our task is done."
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Uruelleth shifts his stance slightly, but makes no other move unless they move first. Oh, well. If they know somehow, I will die fighting. And maybe slay an elf queen if I'm lucky before I'm done.
Talia Dionne |
The barest flicker of irritation crosses the aasimar' face as her abilities are questioned."I'll forgive the question because I understand why it was asked, although I find it...distasteful. Frankly, the fact you underestimate me stands in my favour, so did the Red Mantis and that aided me in surviving. Rest assured, I am quite capable of taking care of myself, as can most spellcasters. The fact that I can survive such attempts on my life supports this. If you could kindly avoid calling me weak in future, that would be supremely welcome, there are less offensive ways to say what you mean."
Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
Kilarra Calvennis |
Kilarra raises an eyebrow at Toff and Ovini's speeches, sensing something off. Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
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"Apologies, your excellencies," Kilarra replies with a smirk. "But, I've not forgotten who I'm before at all. I'm lucky--nay--blessed to be in your presence. We all are, of course."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Bluff to hide her sarcasm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Yup, smooth as ever.
"Debate my flaws all you like. You know of me and why I am here. You asked if I would be willing to risk life and limb to slay Achaekek for you, and I already answered yes. And his followers, and his cult, and his legacy." Kilarra pauses and raises a questioning eyebrow. "Is that not the purpose of your Pact? The death of Achaekek and his followers by any means necessary?" Kilarra drops her smirk and says very seriously. "We are the means. You have gathered us. Now let us fight."
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Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Noticing the guards enter the room, Kilarra looks around and raises an eyebrow. Her smirk reappears.
Sense Motive to determine who the guards are focused on: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Zeldana Arcovici |
Khemet looks to Zeldana and says, “You seek freedom? How are we to trust one such as yourself if you have changed everything about yourself? Who were you? And who are you now?”
“While Khemet may have different beliefs on some things than the rest of us,” Galfrey says, “his questions are still good ones. The Red Mantis hide behind masks. What are you hiding behind?”
Kn: (Local) Untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Zeldana looks Khemet right in in the eyes, smiles, and posits,
"Perhaps you shouldn't trust me, your majesty. I know you have done your research: I am no friend of slavers, be they peasant, King, or God."
Sense Motive on Khemet's Reaction: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
That may not have been wise Zeldana... she thinks to herself, You can't get a read on this guy and you're goading him? Gotta salvage this somehow...
"But your research," she says, turning to Galfrey, "Has also shown my repeated efforts to protect society against the barbaric forces of poachers, goblinoids, giantkin, and more. It is in this same vein that I place the Mantis. I seek to not only free myself, but the entire Inner Sea from their tyranny.
My current mask, Queen Galfrey, is much like the armor that you and your armies don to fight the demons of the Worldwound, but my demons could be anywhere. Therefore I must wear it everywhere. Even here."
Zeldana's Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Bobar's Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Zeldana had noticed a few more guards piling into the room, but REALLY begins to pay attention when Bobar's breathing quickens and his fur begins to bristle.
"Speaking of 'Even Here,' your majesties, there sure are a lot of guardsmen in this room, and something's set my dear Bobar on edge. I can think of two possible reasons:
1. There is an infiltrator in the room.
or
2. You're about to test our mettle."
She smiles from ear to ear. She certainly hoped it was the latter. She loved showing off.
GM_Zek |
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Vorya thinks both Toff and Ovini are being sincere with their words and that they genuinely wish to help you and the monarchs with fulfilling the pact.
None of the monarchs are impressed by Kilarra’s words, but they also don’t pick up on her sarcasm.
I think it would actually be a perception check to tell who the guards are focusing on, but either way…
Kilarra can’t tell who the guards are focusing on. It seems as though they’re looking at you and the rest of the group as a whole.
Khemet’s reaction is a mystery to Zeldana. His face remains seemingly emotionless throughout her response.
When Zeldana addresses the situation with the guards, all of the monarchs shift uncomfortably in their seats. Queen Telandia looks especially troubled.
The elven queen looks at everyone, seeming to ignore Zeldana’s statement for a moment. She says, “Thank you all for what I assume were your honest answers. I apologize if you thought us rude, but we had to be forceful. We had to know you were committed before proceeding further with this meeting.”
At this point, Queen Telandia looks directly at Zeldana and says, “There is also one other matter that must be dealt with before we proceed further.”
Telandia then looks at Galfrey and says, “Are you absolutely certain?”
Galfrey says, “Quite certain, Telandia. I triple checked.”
Telandia looks to Khemet and says, “And you’re sure of what your guards found?”
Khemet merely nods in reply.
Telandia turns back to you all and says, “Then I’m afraid I have no choice but to deal with this directly. Perhaps it is best that you are all here for this. You need to understand how grave the Red Mantis threat is and how pervasive their infection has become.
“Our meeting was delayed because there was an urgent matter that we had to address. Perhaps you all can help us address it.”
Telandia looks over at Toff and says, “Galfrey tells me she senses evil coming from you, Toff. Why would you risk coming into the presence of a paladin? Are you that desperate to fulfill your god’s will?”
To Ovini, Telandia says, “And you… I have to ask who you really are. My steward, Mellisar, tells me you go by Ovini Primblossom. Yet Khemet’s guards discovered the body of a woman just outside of Iadara bearing papers that indicate she is Ovini Primblossom. A speak with dead spell confirmed as much. So I ask, who are you?”
Toff and Ovini both tense up. The guards around the edge of the room, representing all five monarchs of the Pact, draw swords and lower spears at the pair. The monarchs and the guards both hold their collective breath.
Telandia alone looks at you all as if to say, Now’s your chance to show how you deal with situations such as this.
Those Sense Motive Checks are for two different people, so you'll need to make two rolls.