Okay, you all see it. A strange man walks past you and stays noticeable in the crowd.
"I am Gramaton. Some of those present have errands to run. One is guiding us. It was insinuated that this place may have dangers so some such as myself are providing an escort."
Intrigued, Breacher responds. "Hmm. I find myself at in-betweens at present. Idleness is the Traveler's wayfinder; may I accompany..." He trails off as he nitices several of the group seem to be staring past him, so Breacher turns and scans the street himself.
He looks unearthly beautiful, with a little red tinge to his skin. He wears clothes that are revealing. Specifically, he wears clothes that reveal his chest and belly button. But keeps his legs, bottom, and sides of his chest covered. He wears khyber shards in his hair, which is black with a blue tint to it. He nearly has the perfect body, but has an overall masculine look.
"That male is dressed an an unusual manner and is extremely symetrical. Are any of you previously acquanted with him?".
Gerryt takes a good long hard look at the man trying to pick up some hints about him from his demeanor.
Breacher looks the person over. "Not me, sorry. I don't know anyone in this town." He looks both ways up the street, looking for anything of note either the way the man came, or the way he's headed.
Gerryt takes a good long hard look at the man trying to pick up some hints about him from his demeanor.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
He walks with a proud sense of who he is. He's paying attention to some signs, as if he's looking for a good tavern. He carries himself as he is taking his time. As if no one can hurt him. He is also heading to the same tavern that Irus wanted to take your more beautiful companion to.
Citlckhad watches the strange man, wanting to determine if he is a threat to the town or the people in it, looking at clothes, posture and demeanor.
Citlckhad watches the strange man, wanting to determine if he is a threat to the town or the people in it, looking at clothes, posture and demeanor.
[dice=Perception]1d20+4
[dice=Sense Motive]1d20
Citlackhads eyes narrow as he looks at the Inspired sauntering through the kalashtar town, wondering whether anyone else recognized him for the abomination he is.
"Be wary, that man is an inspired from Sarlona." Citlackhad whispers.
Gramaton doesn't entirely understand but becomes more wary of the mysterious figure indicated by Citlackhad.
Not taking his eyes off the man that has so distinctly captured the attention of his new companions, Gerrytt answers the beggar.
Um... Iv’e been given one task. And that’s to deliver my healing supplies. I need to get that done before eating and drinking. But if you guys need to watch whatever that guy is I think I’ll be okay on my own.
Irus, give me a knowledge local check, again.
"I wonder of inspired means he's a good singer..." the half-elf wonders aloud while following the guide.
"What are the common characteristics and factional leanings of an Inspired, I do not believe I have previously encountered one but not the seriousness by Citlackhad to the male's presence."
[dice=Knowledge, Local]1d20+4
"I too, am unfamiliar with the classification of that man as 'Inspired.'" Breacher looks over the man; nothing seems to be amiss, but why are his teeth on edge? Okay, he thinks to himself, I don't have teeth, but there have to be allowances for figure of speech.
** spoiler omitted **
Yes.
"It's best to avoid them," Irus councils, clearly uncomfortable. "Most people just look the other way. They're everywhere, listening. And they don't take kindly to people meddling in their affairs."
The halfling currently riding his dinosaur so that he is at eye level with the others in the party tilts his head listening to the beggar. Then he gets a wry smile...
Kinda reminds me of a Compy Always around, waiting for scraps of food, sometimes wanting attention, but only when they want it.
"I know someone else who may know something... I'll ask next opportunity I get," Jess says.
Gramaton stays quiet for the moment but makes a mental note to ask about 'inspired' later. He looks at their beggar guide.
Citlackhad grimaces. "The Inspired are the enemies of the kalashtar and arguably all of Ebberon. They are the mortal servants of the Quori, fiends from the Plane of Dreams. They should not be here."
"Is there a local figure who should be informed? I am not familiar with the expected protocol in this situation.
"Give me a minute, I want to check with someone."
Jessilel begins summoning her Eidolon.
The Eidolon comes in time, ready to serve.
There's a shimmer in the air as Gyira forms from the bottom up- a serpentine tail transitioning into a male humanoid torso, which still has some lightly reflective scales. Small vestigial wings, useless for flying but indicative of his nature akin to a Lillend or Coautl. Chiseled abs. A bow slung across his back. Short green hair slicked back into spikes. An angel of chaotic nature, an Azata, sculpted by Jessilel into an attractive male form.
Gyira looks around, "We're not far from that hospital, maybe you finally decided to try being helpfu-"
"Not now, I have a question. You're a planar sort, do you know the Inspired? The Quori?" Jessilel interrupts.
"The Quori? I've heard of them and know they're bad news, but I can't say I've visited the Plane of Dreams, at least not in an incarnation I can recall."
"So you're useless here," Jessilel claps and turns to the others, [b]"Sorry for wasting your time!" she apologizes while Gyira makes an annoyed noise at the dismissal and stares daggers.
The Eidolon leaves, wondering why and going in a proud huff. As evident of his sculpting, he does have precious pride after all.
(That wasn't a dismissal-dismissal, she's just being dismissive while keeping him around)
oh, sorry.
Breacher looks on, impressed by the being's entrance an exit. After it leaves, he asks the half-elven woman, "Was that a creation, a pattern, or an actual being summoned from another world?"
Gyira, who doesn't leave, says, "I'm an Azata, from Syrania originally," he names his plane.
"My assistant," says Jessilel.
"Partner," he corrects.
Or an illusion Gramaton thinks to himself, seeing a potential threat in the area and had such trickery at his disposal he would use it to mislead people about his strength and abilities.
y7ep. You now arrived at your destination. The place that needed the herbs in the first place. You passed by the inn so far. Now Gerrit can deliver his herbs.