The Brute Squad Matrimony (Inactive)

Game Master ThorGN

"A stitch in time..." Amira thinks to herself. She has a slightly dreadful look as she second-guesses something, but shakes her head and watches for whom the Viscount will mingle next, readying preemptive damage control.

Should he be continuing to not shatter the party, I will be talking to Bedrad.

Sorry for being incommunicado, I've been fighting the flu...

I'll be ready in a bit.

Yandu signals to Bishop in case he can take over the 'watch' of Alexander.

GM - I had rolled diplomacy for the afternoon already - just wasn't sure if it was the right roll. So Yandu should have 2 Diplomacy rolls for Alexander.

Whipering to Bishop - taking care to be out of earshot of Alexander

"If he gets drunk then you might be better to 'control' him."

[ooc]Waiting for Bishop before looking for a new 'target'.

The ranger rather shyly takes out the cologne and applies a dose. After a quick flinch at the weird smell, he straightens his garb and gets back to work. Finding out what makes Nigel tick. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 12 Once complete, he moves back to Yandu, passing off whatever he learned so that the summoner can put it to good use. Man, I am useless!

If there is still time and opportunity, I'll also try to reconnoiter Desimire, so I don't think anyone has made headway there yet.

I too have been fighting illness this week.

I, sadly, have very little to actually discuss with an Andoran Councilman. I suppose I'm going to focus on keeping Yandu's topics more informed and focused, unless he's got something I might have some real input on.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 2 = 22

And that justifies that really poor roll.

Do we think we've got everything we can out of Bedard? If not, I'll do my best to smooth things over. If yes, I'll move on to Nigel and make nice with an attempt at small talk and ego boosting. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 25

Erin, Adamus

Hamaria laughs politely, though the mirth never reaches her eyes that seem to be filled with ice. Ah, the representatives of the Society. So glad you could be here. I assure you, we have taken all precautions. Though, I'm sure my daughter Michellia is comforted by the presence of someone as strong as you at her wedding. You know, her husband to be is quite strong and handsome as well.

I thank you for your offer of service. If anything comes up I'm sure you will be able to lend a hand.

Yandu, Amira

Bedard: Yes, I have. Nice little fellow. Reminds me of the time I was a diplomatic trip to Druma... He continues on with his story whether you are listening or not, flavoring it with plenty of political rhetoric and proceedings.

"I've heard. A former Hellknight even. Moral differences aside, they're strong and disciplined. We'll be here if you need us." Adamus smiles as he takes his leave.

"Ah, the Drumish Prophets of Kalistrade. As an Abadarian, I've discussed the philosophy of the markets with them many a time. I feel that they try to force the market too hard, and that simply going with the ebb and flow is far more profitable. The Blackjackets do fine work, however. I'd say they rival the Eyes of the City in power, but not in scope."

After backing up Adamus and seeing that he is taking his leave from the conversation, Erin quietly steps away begins looking around for the food prep area.

Bishop

Nigel, Well, it's nice to meet a Pathfinder who knows dedication when he sees it. Yes, I am very pleased with the way the museum has flourished under my direction. You have had the pleasure of visiting, yes?

Amira, Yandu

Indeed, their peculiar politics aside, they make relatively peaceful neighbors, more than I can say for the troubled land of Isger. You have heard of the Goblin problem they have there of course...

As the dancing stretches into the evening, Tancred Desimire finally arrives at the party. The Chelish noble is dressed in fine black attire, and looks on at the activity around him in sinister amusement.

One last chance this evening to speak to someone or whatever. It looks like Erin is sneaking off on her own.

is that in addition to my recent attempt on Nigel, or was that last roll my attempt for the night?

Rosham spots the Chelaxian enter and approaches Amira with two glasses of dark red wine, offering her one. Here, my dear, try this. It's a red amrita from Sarain — not bad for a non-Taldan vintage. He swirls the liquid about in the glass, takes a healthy draught, then lets it rest on his palate a moment before swallowing and continuing to the Kelish cleric.

I wonder if you would indulge me in playing the salt to my pepper in a little discussion with a Chelish pretender, one Tancred Desimire — over there. He motions with a barely-noticeable tilt of his head. He has some familial, shall we say, *indiscretions* for which he should answer. I am not wearing a wayfinder at this time, so please feel free to absolve the Society of any involvement in his come-uppance.

Amira's face takes a ghastly paleness for a moment while the Taldan tastes his wine. "It's like he KNOWS he's going to make a scene." Amira looks up for a moment, then back to the wine. "At least he's sensible enough to ask for my help in the matter."

"I suppose I don't really have a choice, now do I?" she adds, taking the wine glass. "Very well, Lord Viscount Bowe, I'll assist. Just don't be too blunt about his shortcomings. Also, drop the fact you're technically nobility. That tends to help the upper class listen. And fix out your collar; it's absolutely lopsided..." Amira sets down her wine glass to attempt micromanaging minute flaws in Rosham's clothing and hair. Afterward, she picks her wine glass back up.

While walking over with him, Amira whispers one final thing to the Taldan. "Oh, when we're done here, be sure to tell Jeon-san what you're name is. I'm sure he'll be more than willing to play a game with you."

I literally can't fail an Aid Another on Diplomacy. If you're not using that, let me know what skill I have to aid.

Of *course* he knows he's going to make a scene (at least in this case). LOL

There's always a choice, of course, but I hope you'll see fit to play along. Your honeyed words can be the salve to my more pointed ones. I shall introduce myself and then you, in the proper fashion; and let you smooth-talk the cur whilst I await the opportunity to give him his due.

He lets Amira straighten things with remarkable placidness, nodding at her suggestions and even agreeing with some of her assessments. He makes a quick wave over himself when she's finished (prestidigitation) and enhances her modifications — surprisingly well.

As the unlikely allies finish their preparations to begin their way over toward Desimire, Rosham produces an ornate bottle with a flourish and elegantly refills the Kelishite's glass. Well-versed in all the requisite social conventions, he offers the cleric his arm with a slight smile.

And "technically nobility?" Surely you don't suggest I pretend to be one of my betters? Why, I have an official writ, signed in triplicate, by Grand Prince Stavian III himself, legitimately bequeathing the appropriate title and all benefits thereto. I keep it secure at my residence in Absalom; I'll be happy to show you if you'd like to come around to my place once this mission has reached its satisfactory conclusion.

** spoiler omitted **

EDIT: LMAO, well, it hardly matters, does it? >.<

Adamus looks around while chewing on some hor d'oeuvres.

Who haven't we talked to yet?

Erin slips into the kitchen quietly, trying not to disturb any of the waitstaff.
Stealth 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Do I get the impression that I'm....making an impression? At least a good one?

Amira takes Rosham's arm, and begins the journey over towards the Chelish nobleman. While walking like this, it is obvious to those who aren't totally oblivious that she has zero experience and is at least mildly uncomfortable this situation.

Yandu walks over to Bishop - unsure if the dwarf has troube follow etiquette again.

"May I introduce myself - Yandu - from Andoran. A pathfinder and hero. Off course not as much a hero as you have been at your time. I read about some of your exploits in the chronicles.
The society is very pleased that you played a key role in getting the Blakros family and the society closer."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11

"oh -did I say anything wrong?"

Bishop is actually human :-)

Feeling like he's on a roll, and hoping Yandu's performance is an aid, he keeps going. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 21 "Nigel, I have wanted to visit the lands of your birth for some time, and unfortunately my.... work... has never led me there. I recognize that I'm likely a simple backwards ranger compared to the culture, but that leaves me desirous of better learning and experience. If you'd regale me with tales of the land from which you come, I'd be grateful. After all, imagine the improved quality of Pathfinder Journals with your unique perspective attached. In fact, the more I think of it, the more I think you'd be an amazing boon to the curious all over Avistan!"

Nigel continues to ignore the Gnome, but regales Bishop with tales of his homeland and work.

You have spoken with everyone except Tancred, though continuing to impress Hamaria would not be a bad idea either. You can also work the crowd.

Ok, I need rolls and RP from Rosham and Amira, and an action from Adamus.

I may be all done rolling for the rest of this whole damn scenario...I have learned my lesson. LOL

Rosham leads Amira effortlessly, weaving through the crowd as though they weren't there, toward the Chelaxian. Just before they arrive, he whispers to Amira, Remember: salt to my pepper.

The Taldan noble releases Amira's arm and makes a brief, though elaborate, bow, mimicing the Chelaxian custom seamlessly. (Kn: nobility: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13) By the waters of the Sellen, Tancred Desimire! 'Tis such a rare occurrence to see you out of Egorian. I am Viscount Rosham Bowe the Wellborne, of Taldor. Well met.

(Take 10 Diplomacy: 10-1=9)

He turns to Amira and pretends to gush. Did you know that the Desimire brothers have been among the most trusted advisors to House Thrune? Yes, indeed — Algorn and Tancred Desimire. An honor not lightly earned, I tell you.

Oh! But deliver me to the bedchambers of Paracountess Dralneen for reprimand! I forget my manners! May I present the lovely and spirited Amira El-Amin, who hails from South of the Jalrune, and a Pathfinder of considerable renown.

EDIT: LOL, another single digit roll! w00t! <facepalm>

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Adamus will try to find out more gossip about Hamaria.

"Ah, yes, the Desmire family. I've heard much about the temple of their generous donations to increase Thrune's unpaid workforce that helps ease some stress on the already-burdened bureaucrats of the area. It is a pleasure, Mr. Desmire."

Is taking 10 allowed for influence checks? If so, I am so doing that from now on as I have also been rolling horribly this session.)

Cannot fail to hit DC 10 to Aid Rosham on Diplomacy; my modifier right now is +17.

It does not say you can or can't take 10. Great.

Unable to gather anymore gossip about the Matriarch of the Blakros family, Adamus decides to work the crowd.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

He talks about some of the things he's heard about other Pathfinders' exploits and a little proselytizing about Kurgess. "Eating your vitamins and saying your prayers is just a small step.."

Rosham, Amira

Tancred is surrounded by a small group of other guests, who are socially fawning over him.

Nice to meet you Amira. I'm sure you are a finer lady than he let's on.

Erin slips past the servant with a grin and heads back out to the main floor. Seeing Adamus as the only solo member of the group, she approaches him.

"Eat your vitamins and say your prayers? Were you raised in a nunnery?"
She asks with a wry smile.

"Ha. No, just explaining a teaching that I learned. A great prophet if you will, spoke of many things. And like I said, it's a small step. You didn't think I got these large pythons from just praying, do you?" Adamus replies as he flexes a bicep.

Wow, a wiki link to Hulk Hogan, rofl.

"I suppose not. Although I do not believe everyone would want snakes for arms. A drink a day usually sets me on the right course myself."
She says with a smile while casually grabbing a glass of wine from a passing waiter.

"So what do you think Amira and the Baron of Boorishness are up to?"
Erin asks, while gesturing to the couple arm in arm across the room.

Well you didn't seem to catch on what I was getting at, so I decided to be direct. Was I too subtle?

"Fair enough. If it works for you, then so be it. But a nice morning workout can do wonders for how one feels inside and out." Adamus grins while stretching out his non-drinking arm.

"Well, either they're getting along really well or she's just trying to do damage control. I would guess the latter."

"I would wholeheartedly agree on damage control. Although from prior experience that would be next to impossible. It also looks like the setup to a really bad joke. I mean, come on, a Qadairan, a Taldan, and a Chelaxian walk into a wedding..."
Erin then trails off intently watching the conversation.

Perception 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
After a few seconds of silence she places a hand on Adamus's arm and laughs.
"Look at Amira, I think you can actually see the vein bulging on her forehead."

"You forgot the Ulfen, but yea I've heard that joke. It's like no one has ever told him to be quiet."

"I don't think that's healthy. She should see someone about that."

"The Ulfen? Were you planning on joining them?"
She asks, puzzled.

"No, I don't want to be a part of that cart-wreck. I meant that's how the joke goes."

With the evening’s festivities drawing to a close, you are guided to a recently constructed group of wooden cottages on the northern side of the island. The waves of the ocean crash against the close-by shoreline. Your cottage has accommodations for the entire party, including two bed rooms, a common room, and a small washroom.

"This isn't too bad. It even has a nice view."

Bishop runs a DETAILED check of the suite, checking for anything ....untoward, Take 20 Perception check: 32.

After that's taken care of, "Well done everyone. I'm sorry for my rough start, I think I got the hang of things by the end of it. Are there any that we haven't had an opportunity to skirmish with... I mean talk to? I didn't even see that Tancred fellow til the night was nearly over. I still worry about my countryman. I'm tempted to prepare a spell of Unbreakable Heart and hope that it calms him if he loses his temper or does something....embarassing. Thoughts?"