Shadowed Designs

Game Master Mystic_Snowfang

A smile rises on Kujoes face "Good, I will begin teaching as soon as I get the chance perhaps the others can help you with that as well." Kujoe stands up and help Ix stand to. "Perhaps I should introduce you to everyone." He begins to walk off and then remembers something important "The names Kujoe, Kujoe Dirte it was a pleasure to meet you Ix." He gives a slight bow and then leads him back to the others.

btw how old is Ix is it male or female.

Male

"Great, first it's a holier-than-thou emperor, then frying eels alive, then causing a Gnome to undergo the Bleaching, then getting attacked by goblins, and to top it all off, the paladin goes absolutely BONKERS!"

Leaf sighs in exasperation at the end of the tirade. The throbbing in her arm reminds her of why she is over here in the first place.

"Sorry," she mutters, "could someone take a look at this and see if they can fix it?" Leaf asks as she calms down and holds out her wounded arm.
A... goblin paladin... of Cayden...
No good can come of this. >:D

The Calistrian bounds across the desert towards the taunting goblin and drops it into unconsciousness with a carefully controlled kick at the Cleric's feet. She steps back and bows gracefully to the aasimar, he face expressionless. "I gift you with a living captive, righteous one."

Sense motive on Cer to see into her reaction. 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33

she's confused, she doesn't understand why you'd round one up for her.

"Thanks, I guess"
turning to the goblin detect evil (working on the premise that it is evil here) "so little one, what do we do with you? are you willing to redeem your evil ways and find a path through life committing good deeds" (sense motive1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24, if he won't, then it's searing light straight to the chest(quick death), if so then he'll be coming along with me until I'm conviced that he's no longer evil.)

[b]"Well if you've got a problem with me issuing last rites, theres something wrong with you, everyone deserves to be treated with kindness even in death." said Cer slightly angrily,"here Channel Energy (healing)3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 2) = 12 there now your arm shouldn't hurt ,as well as anyone else who picked up injuries"

"Ix is not like the rest of his kind. I am taking him in to train him as a Paladin though he still has a far way to go." Kujoe says in defense of Ix.

There are two different goblins, one is the knocked out captive. The other is Ix, who surrendered

Ix looks at the knocked out goblin. "He called Glod, he a meanie. He like bopping Ix's head." Ix supplies.

The belt is a very pretty leather belt, well made with patterns embossed in gold on it. However as soon as you put it on it seems to tighten around you and you cannot remove it no matter how hard you try.

Roll fort save

Fort save1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

The tieflings brow furrows. "Oh, damn."

And I decided a while ago, nothing but a natural 20 was going to save you. I was wondering who'd take my schmuck bait, well at least the ring isn't cursed.

You feel yourself changing, your breasts disappear... and you feel like your loincloth is way too tight. You still look quite feminine in many ways. However you can tell that you are now anything but a woman.

There was a Calistrian priestess in another game I was in who could do that at will.

"Well, that's an interesting belt."

Ix runs up and grabs both the pickles and dried lizards, which he quickly scarfs down.

Mimay giggles. "That is not something you see every day." She says, smiling at Enall. "I should return to driving the carriage, we should also find a way to fight against the heat, before someone gets heat stroke. I advise pouring water on yourselves.

Casfi'azair rifles through some of the loot and trinkets. Although he did not fight at all, Casfi feels as though he deserves something just for being there. He hears the squeaky, un-cultured grunts of a Goblin and smells the stench all around. He notices Emilia undergoing a strange transformation as he sifts through the treasure. He cannot help but stare and smile a little bit. She was attractive before and she --he now-- was still attractive.

Emilia confirms her suspicions and then grins wildly. "What a peculiar curse... Excellent!" Her voice is deeper, but still soft and sultry, and the tiefling laughs. "This will be quite the tool to play with! Calistria does indeed have a wicked sense of humor. I suppose I have some learning to do. And I'll probably need some new clothes..." The lithe tiefling bends to examine the rest of the treasure with renewed fervor and excitement, to see what gifts they offer. She slips on the ring, hoping for some equally delightful effect.
I don't mean to have my character taking all the treasure, but she isn't exactly competing for it in the scenario anyway. I also appreciate that the girdle of sex change is stylish. *amused*

well she is no longer a she

Emilia- As you slip on the ring you realize you can now understand the language of hedgehogs.

Sorry! It's habitual at this point, so I'll have to work at the gender change. Hedgehogs. Huh. I like your style. *grins*

Jholia looks at Emilia and trembles slightly. "M'lady? What happened to you?" She asks, her eyes fixed on Emilia. She looks down, wondering what to do about the whole thing.

Sha'llae chuckles. "Well, I'm glad I didn't try that on. It may have ended poorly for me. She says. "It looks like the caravan is getting ready to move out, and really, you lot should start getting yourselves soaked. This sun is cruel, and you may end up dead from the heat unless you're born in the desert or have adapted to it. She says as she reaches for a waterskin and empties it over her head. "Or does anyone here know how to cast resist elements" She asks.

Is it safe to assume that my fire resistance 5 protects me from the heat?
Emilia walks over to Jholia grinning, but very sheepishly. She runs her hand through her fingers almost embarrassed. "I suppose there's a lesson to be learned from trying on anything magical found on a dead goblin..." Her face suddenly becomes concerned. "I can think up all kind of uses for this magic, but the learning process might take me a few tries. I do know more about male anatomy than most women... I suppose you can't expect a hatchling to fly right out of the hoard. Oh! Does it bother you? I'm not ugly am I?" The tiefling grimaces at the thought.
Sense motive:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

Leaf, very much embarrassed and ashamed, thanks Cer for the healing, and walks off to find the cook.

"Um, hello, I was wondering if you had some meat scraps that I might have."
Diplomacy (just in case):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"No, of course you are not ugly. You are still you, even if you are now a man. It's just that men ha.. She looks away, she seems a bit scared. It's quite likely that a female as lovely and exotic as her was a favourite among the males of court. It seems that she is seeing two people at the same time. The men who have abused her, and Emilia, who treated her like a person.

Emilia- Fire is a different thing than having the sun beat down on your head. However the heat is less of a problem, you get a +2 resistance to the heat form your fire resistance.

Leaf- The half-orc looks at her, then goes into the carriage and comes out with a few bottles with teats on them that are filled with a puree of milk and meat. In her other hand is a bowl of meat scraps.

"May I have one of the kittens? She asks, her voice a bit gruff. However it seems that under her big scary green appearance, she's just a big old sweetheart.

There are six kittens

Sounds good. I was just wondering if the 1d4 non-lethal damage from a failed save would be considered fire damage, and thus would be reduced to 0. I looked it up, and it seems that heat is fire damage in some cases and unlabeled in the case of weather.
Em's gaze softens as she looks upon the elf. "You know that your being my servant is just a pretense, right? A way to protect and free you? You don't need to serve anyone unless you choose to." Emilia's face brightens and she smiles at Jholia. "Besides, just because my body has changed doesn't make me a man." The tiefling's eyebrow goes up, and she looks down at herself, and back at the elven maiden."Do I really look that different? I really need to find a mirror."

I think I'm going to keep using the feminine pronoun for Emilia as long as it doesn't bother anyone, because that's still how she identifies, even if it isn't how she appears.

Well, it pretty much counts as heat stroke. I'm kinda just rule zeroing it. I know because I've both burnt myself and gotten heat stroke. They are two very different things. Burning ends up with the skin blistering and pain. Heat stroke (mild only for me ever) ended up at the worst with me puking my guts out for hours and unable to keep even water down, and ALWAYS ends up with me getting massive headahces. On another note. if you like my GMing style. I'm doing another run... with only cats.

"You still look very feminine and pretty. But, different. I think there is a mirror in the supply carriage. She adds. "A woman on the inside still, I never thought of it that way. She finally says.

"We should not teary here any longer this is open desert after all and not the most pleasant weather either." Kujoe explains to Ix there current task in escorting the princess and tells him to stay close and not wander.

The Caravan slowly moves on, and keeps moving in slow progression until the sun dips low in the horizon. Large tents are set up, the tents are magical in nature and inside appear like a small room in a very fancy inn. Each adventurer has one tent to themselves.

As the servants helping you set up all tents the half-orc cook rings the dinner bell. She quickly proves to be a very good cook and serves up a delectable crocodile stew.

Flex time before the caravan continues
Is it alright if I use Welsh for the elvish language as written? It looks pretty, and I can use google translate then.

Emilia steps up to Jholia, smiling, and embraces her. "Rydym wedi bod yn agos, Jholia. Nid oes angen i mi fynd i'r afael felly formaly pan fyddwn yn ymhlith ffrindiau. Ffoniwch fi Em" She smiles at the elf, and give her a peck on the cheek.

She steps back and weaves her arms in a quick but intricate pattern
"Mai Calistria slake y syched ei ffyddlon."

Welsh sounds great!

Jholia blushes birghtly. "Em." She says smiling at her friend. "We should go and eat, I am hungry."

"Of course! I hope to share many meals with you, Lily. Dywedwch wrthyf, a ydych yn gwybod unrhyw beth am y dywysoges yr ydym yn diogelu? Byddwn yn gwybod mwy am y person a wyf yn rhoi fy mywyd ar y lein am.

Johila looks up from the stew and smiles. "It is sad that her father is such a foul man. She is is firstborn, sired by him when his own father was still alive. Her mother was an elven concubine. Our people were not slaves then, or not exclusively slaves. There was still slavery of course, but it was different then. There were laws to protect slaves, to stop masters from killing them." She pauses. "I think the princess is a little broken inside, and very scared."

"I understand some of what it is to be broken inside, as well as the fear she might be feeling. To be a tool for others of vile or careless intent is a terrible thing." The tiefling's brow furrows. "I would like to see her. I cannot spend anytime with her when the day calls me to watch and protect her, but my time of leisure is my own. Do you think you would come with me? I would see her consoled, but the skills I have to offer would not help a wounded soul."

Jholia looks away. "Contact between royals and commoners is forbidden. It is unwise this close to the city. She has her ladies in waiting to console her. That is why they serve her. "

"What is it that you fear Jholia? Are we not those who are to protect her? It is alright, you may speak plainly with me"She smiles at the elf.

"The emperor has his spies everywhere. Even here we are not safe from his gaze. His killers are trained and strike before it is known that they are there."

"Very well then. I suppose I should better get to know our companions then shouldn't I?" She smiles and mutters an invocation of her god beneath her breath.
Making use of her detect alignment ability to determine the alignments of those about the camp, PC's and NPC's alike as the evening goes on. Who all is eating with the common folk and who isn't?

Everyone but the Nobles and the man in that one carriage share food with the common folk. Sha'llae is also noticeably absent.

Would I be able to determine the alignments of the NPC's? I can just look at the PC blocks.

Kujoe keeps quiet and mostly to himself until talking to Ix once again in private. "Ix this journey will be fierce and we will encounter many dangers on our path, I was wondering what your experience with a blade is you may need some familiarizing with battle tactics."

There are quite a lot of NPCs to go though

"Ix smash bugs with his hammer." The goblin says.

prioritizing detect evil out of the 4 then? It only takes 9 seconds for each alignment to determine the aura's of people with in 30ft. Not off the bat, but she should be able to discover the present NPC's alignment before people go to bed.

Cerdyn sat down and happily with everyone else to eat(purify food and drink on mine and Koehabrar and anyone else who asks), making sure Koehabrar got a bowl full of stew before she dug into hers. She chattered away with others near her, seeing what they made of the Princess and of the two year journey (diplomacy to gather info 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28.

Male Human NPCs
Driver Willew Rayte -N
Driver Heny Righte- N
Driver- Gyles- LE
Scout- Stephye- CN
Scribe- Ephent Chery- LN
Guardsman Piersym- NE
Courtesan Harles- NE
Guardsman Geoffry Lewe- LN
Guardsman Gery Frayte- LG
Scout Briffolk Yourner- N

Human Female NPCs

Ladies in Waiting of the Princess
Mara Gysby- NE
Elyn- CG
Ecin- N
Aben- N
Cily Wente- LG
Sabil- CN
Bely- NG

Non- Humans

Half orc Golurtz F- Cook- CN
Halfling Mimay F- Driver and Guide- LG
Elf Jholia F- Slavegirl - CG
Elf Koehabrar M- Seer NG
Elf Sha’llae (and her dragon) F- CG
Princess Kyria F Half Elf
Ix Goblin- Paladin hopeful – CG

??? the ???- Hasn’t left his carriage yet, unknown…

Everyone else in the Caravan ranges everywhere from Lawful Good to Chaotic Evil

I'll come up with the rest of the names later

The elf smiled at Cerdyn as he ate the soup. "Thank you." He says.

"A wonderful stew, if you consider me any judge of something I've never eaten before." Enals says as he eats and makes minor adjustments to Auto at the same time.

She chattered away with others near her, seeing what they made of the Princess and of the two year journey (diplomacy to gather info 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28.

Mystic, could I get a responce to this? thank you

The princess was most often described as a sweet young armful, and most were miffed at the idea of having to travel for two years. Unlike the adventurers, they were not getting paid anything more than they were already making.

"Golurtz is an amazingly good cook." Mimay says as she watches Enall work on Auto.

Do you mind if I soon skip to the next settlement they get to? You know, for the Caravan to resupply.

Kujoe laughs at Ix. "I was more under the impression of orc's and dragons Ix not...bugs you will need some skill in fighting should you wish to survive this trip young goblin." Oh yay another thing to teach :)

Damn, that's a handy level 2 ability for a roleplaying based game. Well, the pieces are all set! Looks great! Thank you for taking the time to set that up for me, Mystic. If you want to move ahead to the next settlement, that's fine, but I've plenty of role playing I could do with you or who ever's interested. Emilia would probably try to make friends and find allies, get involved with the NPC's. She's trained for intrigue and plot, so plenty of sense motives and bluff. If folks would like to jump time ahead, I could flex-time back maybe? You're the boss, GM. *smiles*

Emilia watches the ladies in waiting and susses out the social situation, pecking order, attitudes, and general feelings.
1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

[ooc] A common "bug" in this desert
Black Scorpion

"But it was bigggg bug. Big enough to eat goblindogs whole! It ate Ix's goblindog. Ix sqished it." The goblin said, crossing his arms. "With help..."

Mara Gysby- A self involved she-dog, Mara is the same age as the princess and often makes cruel statements about everyone around her, only to claim she was "only joking" if they call her out on it. She also is very abusive to the servants, and sends a poor halfling server flying with a well aimed kick to the rear when the food he brings is just slightly too salty. She spends most of her time looking down her very long nose. She is quite homely and makes up for this by caking on far too much makeup.
Elyn- Very plain, Elyn is only 12 and is extremly shy. She doesn't talk much at all, and seems to be the main target of Mara's bullying. However, at one point Elyn finally pulls rank on Mara.
Ecin- Elyn's twin sister, they look exactly the same. But where Elyn is ladylike, Ecin is a tomboy. She seems bored climbs to the top of the carriage. As soon as they were out of the city, she changed into a boy's clothes. Because she's undeveloped yet she now looks like a boy. She throws tea on Mara's head after Mara says something mean about her family.
Aben- Aben spends the whole time spaced out, she doesn't seem clever at all. She's about sixteen, and very pretty indeed.
Cily Wente- Cily is a Paladin in training, however that's a secret. However it shows though in her behaviour. She is eighteen and acts as a mother to all the girls, she does her best to keep Mara under control. However Mara's family is higher rank than Cily's family.
Sabil- Sabil seems to be very lovely and quite witty, she's seventeen and uses her sharp tongue to make everyone laugh. However she is always careful not to hurt anyones feelings
Bely- extremely shy, she doesn't speak all evening.