Motteditor's Strange Aeons PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Kyffin nods, "Let's head to the tannery next. All polite like."

He'll walk with the others to the tannery, assuming anyone knows where it is. If not, he'll ask around on the street - he's done pressing these folks for information.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 (to know where the tannery is)

lol

Kyffin wanders the streets a while, thinking it must be down by the waterfront and very, very wrong.

The lady says Dahab's in the tannery at the northeast corner of the facility, Starflit projects telepathically as Lothan and Kyffin start to leave the building. Might be shorter and more to-the-point if we just pass straight through the building rather than go in through the back door.

I'll wait a bit before doing the second ears of the city spell.

"Okay, never mind, I totally DO know where it is. It's the northeast corner of the facility. Probably best we just pass straight through the building rather than go through the back door, people. C'mon, gang, use your heads! Not you, Tristain, you use yours enough. Let's move!"

Albert looks genuinely sad as he gestures at the dead guards. "Had you cooperated originally we could have avoided this mess, and to think it was as simple as pointing to the back room. Seems like a foolish thing to send these guards to their death protecting, I'm sure the survivors will want more pay now as well knowing the needless risks to which you expose them." Further disgusted by the wicked city, Albert stalks forward with Lothan ready to find the mostly intact Dahub and complete their mission.

Yeah, you're in the tannery. And, Al, they were charmed/defending their workplace against you violent thugs.

You carefully make your way down the hall, out past the tanning yard overall map is updated, into a spacious and airy room that contains a half dozen large wooden tables covered with untrimmed hides. A wall of wooden racks holds freshly tanned and dyed leather.

A slender man looks up, a scowl immediately twisting his otherwise-beautiful face. "Who are you?!" he demands. Four other men look up from where they're cutting and trimming finished hides.

I'm assuming you're heading straight to the indicated location, not checking any rooms on the way.

Lothan walks in and gives a wave. "Hello! We're the heroes of this story. I'm Joe, that's Ralph," motioning to Kyffin, "Al," motioning to Al, thinking that plain name works as well as any other, "the 'Blue bonker'," obviously motioning to Tristain, "and the cute one is Nova. I know, right? Weird. I mean, who would name their kid Al?" He gives a huff and shakes his head before looking over at Al and tossing him a wink. "But enough of the introductions because all of this small talk is boring. We're here for information." Looking over at the old man, "Al? Proceed." He dips low and sweeps his arm out wide, motioning for him to do so before raising back up and backing out of the limelight.

Kyffin, er, Ralph, stands stoically. He waits for Al to press their case, though he's anticipating battle. He almost draws his scimitar, but he waits for now.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 vs DC 13

He chuckles in spite of his unease.

"Now that you know who we are, we would ask the same of you? After all, we can't do business with strangers." Al smiles the friendly old man smile and hopes these people aren't charmed as well.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38

Tristain stops bonking when he is referred to as the 'Blue Bonker', looking down at his skin to make it hasn't turned blue without him noticing.

He thinks to ask about the nickname, but seeing that Al was about to start another fight, or cause people to faint from fright at his actual appearance, he thinks better of it.

He waits to hear the reply.

Starflit remains silent, though her hand hovers near the starknife on her belt.

He ignores Al's question -- "What are you doing here?!" he demands.

Palm-slapping his forehead, Lothan slowly drags his hand down his face in frustration. Shaking his head vehemently, "Seriously? Do you really want to go there, pal? Just answer the question. I mean, how hard is it to answer a SIMPLE FREAKING QUESTION?! Look, you like your job, you've got your buddies here, we're not the law, we're not the bad guys, we just want a bit of information. That's it!" He throws his hands up level with his shoulders. "Nothing more, nothing less. Please I'm begging you. For your sake. And I don't beg! Just answer the question." He says in a begging-whine tone. "It just makes things easier on everybody. Truly."

Al nods in agreement at Lothan's words. "The lad speaks truth, it will be easier on everybody. We're here peacefully at the moment, but we think you have something that doesn't belong to you and we want it back, now." Al pauses without a smile and gestures at the fresh blood stains on the party from the poor guards. "Enchanting the folks in the lobby was a dirty trick. We didn't want these stains on our clothes, and we don't want you to be staining our clothes either, so please tell us who you are, and then we'll tell you why we're here, and we can complete our simple business transaction." Al smiles the friendly old man smile again. "As the lad said, this really will make things easier for everybody."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28

"Yeah." Tristain pipes in from behind, emphasizing Al's words.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Diplomacy to aid

Then he goes back to trying to be unobtrusive.

"Trust the old man. They didn't get to be that old just from rocking in chair. You get that old by surviving."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3 vs DC 10 to aid Al.

Not surprisingly he should have stuck to intimidation. He knows this diplomacy thing works, he just can't manage it himself.

He too stays quiet now that he's done his damage.

"Well, if that's how you're going to be," he says ... and then his form melts away, leaving a blue-skinned, horned woman in his place.

As the four other people in the room scream and run for the doors, she begins casting a spell and a moment later three disembodied and bestial heads covered in lashing hair and curling horns appear, near Starflit, Al and Tristain. Starflit reacts quickly enough to avoid harm, but Al and Tristain aren't as lucky 3 hp and 1 hp respectively; plus a DC 11 Fort save or take 2 and 1 point of Wisdom damage, respectively.

Party is up.

1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38 Know (planes) - big div
1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27 Know (planes) - small divs
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 Fort

"Ow! Why are you attacking me for?!" Tristain looses some temp hp to the assault. "I was minding my own business here."

DRs? Special Attacks?

Kyffin grins as the creature reveals itself. He casts Protection from Evil Communal (2m each). I think he can touch everyone and end up between Al and Lothan. He'll also draw his scimitar as part of his move.

As the heads are, Kyffin believes enforced by Tristain's understanding, evil summoned creatures, I don't think they can attack us without weapons due to the protection from evil.

He’ll then swiftly touch himself, providing Bull's Strength. Geeze, I gotta get me a belt!

Rolling his eyes, "Okay, but I warned you. You really shouldn't have gone there, pal." Drawing his bow, everything seems to slow as the archer focuses sharply upon the blue-skinned creature for a moment before normal speed resumes, drawing an arrow and firing straight for her eye!

Draw bow(Move; I gotta get Quick draw); Studied target +3(swift); Attack(Standard)

Deadly Aim/PB shot/Studied target +3
+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

Unfortunately, he gets a cramp in his hand at the last second and his shot goes wide. Looking mighty pissed as he stares at his hand, "Are you freaking kidding me?!" Sighing, he looks toward the enemy. "You got lucky this time, sister! My next ones won't miss! I promise you that!" he vows with confidence.

After mentally identifying the divs, Starflit enchants her starknife against evil outsiders. Taking a cautious step back from the tiny foe currently assaulting her, the inquisition lets fly with her returning weapon, targeting her own foe, Al's, and Tristain's in that order.

Starflit Knowledge (planes) Check (Monster Lore--Lady): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Starflit Knowledge (planes) Check (Monster Lore--Heads): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Starflit +1 returning starknife Startoss Shower (bane): 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 13 + 2 = 24 for magic, piercing damage (bane, Startoss): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 + (3, 6) + 6 = 23

Starflit +1 returning starknife Main Attack (bane, haste): 1d20 + 13 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 2 + 1 = 27 for adamantine, magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 + (1, 1) = 11

Starflit +1 returning starknife Main Attack (bane, haste): 1d20 + 13 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 2 + 1 = 30 for adamantine, magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + (1, 4) = 12

It looks like Starflit only acts before Tristain this round, so it's pretty much impossible for me to know who will be where when she attempts her Startoss Shower attack. I'm just going to roll three potential attacks and let the GM decide cover, in-melee penalties, and whether someone (like Al) is still within 20 feet for the rebound/ricochet effect.

Probably should've left the dorus alone on second thought; that's what I get for posting first thing in the morning. Still, might not be a bad move if she can eliminate them before they can bring pesky spell-like abilities into the fray.

Round 1

Tristain will step away and cast Haste on the party.

Round 1/12: +1 to all the things. You know the deal.

All of the divs are immune to fire and poison, and resist acid and electricity. The woman is also immune to disease. You need cold iron or good-aligned weapons to really hurt them. They also resist magic. The little divs' bites are poisonous, while the big div's claws are diseased, as is her skin for anyone who willingly touches it.

Albert hacks at the head near him...

+1 curve blade, haste, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 18 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 18 + 1 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 12 = 26

assuming that dropped the doru...and then advances on the blue skinned outsider as he focuses his wrath on the evil creature.

swift action to Smite evil on the paprika div, then move past her provoking AoO to place Al between her and the door to the room and create flanking for Kyffin

Star, looks like I still need the Fort save.

Tristain's familiar spell settles over the party as they begin making short work of the monsters arrayed in front of them. Al slaughters the first of the dorus, rushing toward the pairaka and easily dodging her swiping claws -- and Lothan's misfired arrow. As Kyffin casts spells on himself, Starflit's starknife catches the two remaining dorus -- she's able to do some significant harm to the one attacking her, but barely scratches Tristains.

They continue their attacks, the dorus remaining focused on Starflit and Tristain, biting both provoking AoOs as they move onto you; 2 hp to Starflit, 3 to Tristain; DC 11 Fort save. vs. poison again, please. The larger div, meanwhile, turns to Al with a toothy sneer. "Always, always, adventurers have to interfere. Fortunately, most of them learn their lesson and only do it once. Or rather, they're too dead to do it again." She holds up a claw dripping with his blood to show the paladin what is coming. 8 hp to Al, who's immune to the disease.

Round 2

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 Fort

Tristain declines to take AoO as not sure a noogie or wet willy is going to do much good.

”Hey! Ow! Go pick on someone your own size!” Tristain says as yet more temp hp are bled away.

Tristain withdraws back, at least 45’.

Kyffin’s frustrated when his ploy doesn’t work, but he’s willing to bet the purple woman is evil, so there’s a benefit none the less.

Just to be sure, Protection from Evil, which everyone has, should block physical contact from the heads, if they’re summoned and evil. Kyffin will assume they’re not evil, and press on. Also, I ended my movement next to Lothan, but it doesn’t matter as I have plenty of move.

He bounds up to the woman, smoothly moving into flank. He’ll swiftly boost his armor a smidge (+2 sacred for 1 min), and swing!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 14 + 5 = 38 (bull, haste, flank)
damage: 1d10 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 16 + 2 = 27 (bull)

critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 5 = 26 (bull, haste, flank)
damage: 1d10 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 16 + 4 = 21 (bull, 2hp fire)

NOTE: I have the feat Step Up and will use it if my opponent steps away.

Sorry, thought Starflit got missed and didn't need to make a save last round.

Starflit Fortitude Save (previous round): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Starflit Fortitude Save (current round): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Starflit growls as the little divs continue to torment herself and Tristain. She stabs out when the teeny thing again invaders her space and then slips into a haste-fueled frenzy.

Starflit +1 returning starknife Attack of Opportunity (bane, haste): 1d20 + 13 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 13 + 2 + 1 = 21 for magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 + (6, 1) = 15

I've also got a PM sent to ask another question. I'll post Starflit's current actions once I hear back (and maybe find out if the AoO dropped her foe).

Oh crap, Kyffin's right. I read it and planned to do something differently but then forgot the next day. Let's say they attempted to attack but couldn't, so just ignore the damage. That prevents us from having to redo the round. They'll act differently if they last six more seconds.

Albert lets the speed of magic guide his strikes and the divinity of smite to cleave through the creature.

AC 29 vs the div lady

+1 curve blade, smite, haste, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 18 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 18 + 5 + 1 = 31
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 12 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 12 + 12 = 31

+1 curve blade, smite, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 18 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 18 + 5 + 1 - 4 = 32
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 12 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 12 + 12 = 30

+1 curve blade, smite, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 13 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 5 + 1 - 4 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 12 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 12 + 12 = 30

+1 curve blade, smite, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 8 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 5 + 1 - 4 = 27
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 12 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 12 + 12 = 32

possible crit, +1 curve blade, smite, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 8 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 5 + 1 - 4 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 12 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 12 + 12 = 36

add 12 damage to the first hit for smite vs evil outsider, that adds to 141 damage against AC 27 or lower that bypasses DR

also forgot flanking, please add 2 to each attack, ty!

Seeing Al tear into her, "Hold on, Al! Don't kill her yet! Let me at her! I told her she'd regret this but noooooo she wants to get all pissy and try to kill us! I warned you, sister!" Lothan then UNLOADS a barrage of pointy sticks straight for the blue demon babe.

Rapid shot/Deadly Aim/Haste/PB shot/Studied target +3
+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

(Haste attack)+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

Clustered Shots

Boy if he EVER gets to do Sneak attack damage, it's going to be nasty. ;)

AC 27; Hp's 100/100

I'm just gonna roll a full attack, assuming her doru's still alive and kicking (without feet) after the AoO. If it's down, she'll instead move to Tristain's foe and make a single attack (ignore the rest).

Growling in annoyance for forgetting to use her cold iron starknife instead of her trusty magical returning one, Starflit continues to attack the dorus.

Starflit +1 returning starknife Main Attack (bane, haste): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 26 for magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + (1, 1) = 8

Starflit +1 returning starknife Iterative Attack (bane, haste): 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 + 1 = 30 for magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + (3, 3) = 12

Starflit +1 returning starknife Bonus Haste Attack (bane, haste): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 37 for magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + (4, 5) = 16

Starflit +1 returning starknife Bonus Haste Attack CONFIRM? (bane, haste): 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 + 1 = 23 for additional magic, piercing damage (bane): 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 + (3, 2) = 14

Starflit kills first the doru attacking her, then moves to attack Tristain's, though the knife doesn't affect its tough skin.

By the time she turns around to glance behind her, Al, Kyffin and Lothan have sent the other doru back to Abaddon -- in a lot of very little pieces. She glances back and realizes her foe is fading away, sending it back to the lower planes with a final swipe of her starknife.

A quick search reveals the div had +3 leather armor, a +1 handaxe, a +1 scimitar, boots of elvenkind, keys and 69 gp.

One of the keys opens the door to the bedroom, where a large bed covered in silk sheets sits in the eastern side of the L-shaped room. A standing mirror and armoire occupy the northern portion of the room. Tooled and carved leather pictures of mountains and desert landscapes cover this room’s walls.

Tied and gagged in the northeastern corner of the room is the Hyena Princess’s spy Dahab, still wearing the ocher jerkin, belt, and boots you heard about. He thanks you profusely for freeing him going to assume you do so, after your proper checks, and warns you that Fazar is not who he seems, which you've already discovered for yourself.

He plans to make his way to Njano immediately, promising to put in a good word for you. That said, if you want to ask him questions/do anything else here/in the tannery, you can.

I think Dahab has nothing we need. He was simply close to the Hyena Princess. Thanks again to Starflit for this information (link).

Kyffin will pick up the magical scimitar as a backup weapon, unless someone else would like it.

Kyffin quickly unties/unlocks the poor Dahab with the keys. "I hope you're OK, ear not withstanding." he looks for the missing ear by way of final identification.

"Can we help you get to where you're going? We promised the Hyena Princess we'd take good care of you."

Maybe someone ought ask--discreetly--if the Hyena Princess will faithfully honor the bargain for rescuing this fellow, Starflit mentally projects to her friends. I'll try to discern if Dahab speaks the truth. After a pause, Starflit thinks, I trust nothing and no one in this foul city....

She'll use another round or two of discern lies to try to ascertain if we'll be walking back into a new ambush.

Dahab is indeed missing an ear, and is telling the truth.

Tristain looks around the offices/rooms in case something was overlooked...that might be valuable. (w/Detect Magic)

"So...why are you tied up and gagged? What is the reason?" Tristain asks between lootings.

"At first, just for fun," he replies, "but as I said, Fazar is not what he seemed. He took my ear, apparently part of some scheme of his to ruin the Hyena Princess!"

Dahab spits as he names Fazar, clearly bitter and angry over his betrayal.

"You let them cut off your ear just for fun?" Tristain asks, trying to figure out what was going on as he continues to look for additional loots with Detect Magic. "Not that I'm judging, but am a bit confused what counts for fun around here, what with all the slavery and angry people around."

"We'll be escorting you back to the princess, no telling who else was in league with the outsiders and we don't want them snatching you off the street before you've had a chance to be reunited. Now cover up that distinctive ocher attire and let's get the hell out of here." Al turns back to the party, "Lothan, take a sneaky peak outside and see if anyone is waiting for us, then get your girlfiend girlfriend to come in here and see the proof that we found Dahab."

Kyffin nods along with the others, especially Al. "Yes, let's get you home shall we?"

He'll begin to escort the one-eared man back to his beloved once Lothan has cleared the road. His scimitar is in his hand just in case.

"We'll be escorting you back to the princess, no telling who else was in league with the outsiders and we don't want them snatching you off the street before you've had a chance to be reunited. Now cover up that distinctive ocher attire and let's get the hell out of here." Al turns back to the party, "Lothan, take a sneaky peak outside and see if anyone is waiting for us, then get your girlfiend girlfriend to come in here and see the proof that we found Dahab."

Saluting, "Aye aye, cap'n!"

Lothan cracks open the door to take a peek outside. Perception: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (5) + 32 = 37 Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he opens the door fully and looks around for his favorite gal. (I've totally forgotten her name. Ah true love at its finest). :P

Once he's caught sight of her, he frantically waves her over. Unable to see her roll her eyes from so very far away, the lady guard reluctantly makes her way over to him - along with her sidekick - wondering what kind of annoying crap he is going to pull this time. "Okay, sweetheart, just wanted to let you know, we've got Dahab."

As soon as she starts to make her way inside, Lothan steps in front of her and wags a finger back and forth in the air, saying, "Ah ah ah, not so fast, gorgeous. I don't suppose this huge solid I just did you could warrant a certain, suave half-elf a kiss, would it?" He asks, grinning impishly while waggling his eyebrows.

Crossing her arms as she stares at him blankly, "Show me one and maybe it might," she responds curtly before easily shoving him aside and making her way in.

Sporting a cocky look with a grin to match, Lothan looks back at his gal as she heads inside. "Oh yeah, she wants me bad."

"Perhaps I should do a second casting of ears of the city before we leave here," Starflit says quietly. "I might be able to find out if Salir really went off to Katapesh or if the false Fazar killed him...among other things."

If the others want to protect Starflit while she does the casting, I'll have her use the subjects list from THIS POST before the gang returns to the Hyena Princess.

"Oh, good idea Starflit. Yes, let's wait a moment and see what you can learn."

Kyffin agrees and will keep watch over Starflit while she casts her spell.

Tristain waits patiently to hear what there is to hear from his own ears.

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Most of the stuff Starflit learns from the spell are things you've already discovered about the topics. The Shipwreck is a broad plaza of broken ship’s timbers, while several of the other names, you realize, all would have eventually led you to this spot.

There is no information, unfortunately, about Lowls or the Necronomicon, or worshipers of the Great Old Ones.

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That accomplished, you can make it safely back to the Hyena Princess with no harm other than cutting looks -- particularly toward Lothan -- from Kisetz. At the manor, the Hyena Princess and Dahab have a warm reunion -- the princess giving a dark look toward his injured ear -- before she turns her attention toward you.

"Well, you have done what I asked, and even more quickly than I expected! Perhaps you will have as much luck with Biting Lash. You can find her fortress, called Blossoming Thorn, on the edge of Okeno. That said, I would be interested in getting to know you better, if you wish to join me tonight for dinner. "

Rubbing his hands together in anticipation and smiling grandly, "We'd love to, dol your Highness! We will be there!" Lothan cuts a wry look over at Kisetz and winks - getting nothing in return but her typical cold, death stare. We're going on a date and she doesn't even know it. Could this day POSSIBLY get any better? I mean, for HER? No. I don't think it could. I am her crème de la crème and she knows it, she is just too shy to admit it. I love it when they're shy. Lothan smiles wickedly.

Tristain was about to politely reject the dinner invitation and then snaps his jaws shut as Lothan quickly agrees.

What? Why? Why would we want to be around these people?

”Yeah, okay. Sounds great.” Tristain squeaks out agreement that he doesn’t feel.

Tristain won’t make any special efforts to make himself presentable for this dinner, and thinks the party could use the time to explore more of the town until dinner…and also could use that time to find out more about the Blossoming Thorn.

Starflit seems equally put out by Lothan's acceptance of the Hyena Princess's dinner invitation.

What if her table features something akin to dog food? Or, even worse, carrion? And what if she drugs or poisons our food?

The worried inquisitor tries to plumb her memory for any gnollish dinner customs that might be buried (or supressed) deep inside her brain.

Starflit Knowledge (local) Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Of course.

"We'd love to? We'd love to?!" Kyffin mumbles to himself in disbelief. He looks to Al and wonders how much longer he can keep it together.

"I guess. Sure. A short dinner though, none of these 8 course affairs that take all night. We have a busy day tomorrow you understand." he says, in a tone he believes is polite.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11