Kreighton Shaine, an eccentric elf and the Pathfinder Society’s Master of Scrolls, sets a vibrant orchid atop his cluttered desk. Looking up in acknowledgement, he comments, “A beautiful flower, no?” Without hesitating, he gestures to a chairless room, saying, “Please sit down.” At this, Master Shaine sits cross-legged on the floor and begins the mission briefing as though nothing were out of the ordinary.
“Every year representatives from Thuvia auction off six vials of the sun orchid elixir. Each bid—even the losing bids— are added to the wealth of the city holding the auction. This ear the city of Lamasara runs the auction, and its chosen guardian, Ofarah Ohatepe, is visiting Absalom as we speak. An invitation to a birthday banquet to be held in her honor at the Thuvian Embassy arrived at the Grand Lodge a fortnight ago. The invitation requests that representatives from the Pathfinder Society attend the gala, and the Decemvirate has chosen you. But be warned, this is no mere excuse for revelry.
“We believe that Ohatepe has ulterior motives in inviting her other guests to this event. What they are we don’t know, but we want you to find out. Get on her good side and see what she’s after. While the Society as an organization has little interest in the sun orchid elixir, many among the Ten might, and one can’t discount the fact that the so-called Lioness of Lamasara invited us—well, you, as the case may be—to her birthday dinner. So put on your finest clothes, go to the Thuvian Embassy in the Petal District, and be on your best behavior!”
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You can see as shiny and gorgeous Tian-Taldor blood human with impressive long hair and thin body. She wears tight-fitting light (technological) armored.
The hairy playfully shows her ears through disguise. Her skin covered not only by illusions (as you soon find out), but also by makeup or war-paint.
If you do not see directly at Alisisa, you probably could notice couple of white barely visible tails behind thick hips. She is obviously unarmed.
At the face of master Shane Alisia shines even more, she looks nearly pee of happiness. But tryin her best to calm down and sit in front of the Scroll Master in almost the same posture.
Alisia fon Imhakaru from Foxy Service at your service! I am so excited to work with you. It's a pleasure. We are best suited pathfinders capable of fill art and bring party. Not only distruction! We once checked how Sun Orchideja Elixir transports.... oh it was a mess.
So I would gladly follow to the dance and meal hall instead of desert trip outside. Petal District... yoooohoww!! -- Alisia's dress start to change colour and form slightly to make talkative girl more official and less visible.
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A small, mousy young man in drab clothing hides away in a corner, nervously fiddling with his anytool. A single ioun stone hovers over his head, illumining him with a dim glow, though the light does little to brighten the drab colors he wears. The man is obviously not fashion conscious and has a thing for the color of sand, from his sandals all the way up to his hair.
He has a quarterstaff propped up against the table and a small crossbow attached to his belt, though the crossbow looks in disrepair with fraying string and slightly rusted bolts.
"I'm just glad they are sending us somewhere warm. Those northern expeditions are quite uncomfortable and I hate all that crap you have to wear."
Indeed, Guy is wearing sandals and a robe, all in the same drab color. One might think it suitable for spying and sneaking, but from the way he fumbles with practically everything he comes in contact with, you would be wise to doubt it.
"Say, mister, you sound like you have an accent. Eastern, maybe? Where are you from?
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"I'm just glad they are sending us somewhere warm. Those northern expeditions are quite uncomfortable and I hate all that crap you have to wear.""Say, mister, you sound like you have an accent. Eastern, maybe? Where are you from?
Alisia smiles and chuckled.
Mister fon Imhakaru!! Ahahahaha! Fruffr! Call me Alisia please, at least untill we unofficial. I am Tian-born, but spent bunch of time traveling differetn lands with my father. ...
- Alisia than galnces at Shane and adds Master, and who invited to this event? Any persons worth paying attention?
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Xilt shrugs at the mention of clothing. He snaps his fingers and colors his Monk's Robes a vibrant blue.
"The Sun Orchid Elixir is quite extraordinary. I am certain that this will be more interesting than a mere diplomatic mission and a birthday party."
He turns his gaze towards Guy and Alisia.
"So do make sure to keep your wits about you."
A Salt Mephit who is fully prepared for adventuring with bow, wands, scrolls and even a staff flies into full view.
"Ha! This one is asleep at the switch a good part of the last adventure and now he is lecturing to you! He has no shame I tell you. No shame at all."
He beams at Guy, Alisia and Master Shaine.
"Yes, I am Tzleztor. Adventurer and raconteur. I am here to make sure that Xilt does not get into too much trouble and to impart my wisdom from time to time. As needed of course."
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This short female wears an impressive mask of a tiger. A heavy, clawed gauntlet festoons one hand all the way to the elbow. She has piercing emerald eyes, and straight black hair hanging in a ponytail. She sits cross legged on the floor next to Kreiton Shane, twitching a thin tail out of the way to do so. Ropey shadows spill from the mask, and soon hide the tail and much of the floor around her.
"Party's no good to me," she lifts the gauntlet as an explanation. "T'at is how I did t'e first time." Her accent slightly hides the word 'died'. "Embassy t'ough. Embassy be very good to me."
She nods her masked head to the others as they introduce themselves offering "Vornsk," when it is her turn.
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Am I wit? Thank you. We deffinityly be great team! , - answered to Xilt. ALisia looks stimulated.
As far as VOrnsk introduces she adds with passion: Wooow! You are so cool and misterious! I love that! Can we be friends? I even would agree to spare are tent with you. - Kitsune winks. And one of her silver tails appears for a moment.
Alisia thinks for a few seconds, stands up and gracefully take a place from the other side of Master of Scrolls, like mirroring Vornsk with kross-legged position. She then sends a fly kiss, not really obvious - towards either Shane, Vornsk or both.
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Vornsk respectfully nods at the blown kiss, but doesn't respond with the traditional mimed catch.
Friends? The green eyes blink once, then twice before answering. "I must trust you wit my life, yes? She gestures to the Master of Scrolls. "He trusts you with my life. I guess that makes us, friends. Yes."
The last mephits Vornsk ran into were not so concerned with protecting her life. "Tat goes to all of you," she eyes Tzletor in particular. "You trust me with your life. We are friends?"
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Friends,yaaay!! , - Alisia, agitated, stands up just to hug Vornsk, and then master Shane.
Vornsk may feel slight occult touch brining some potent energy, not just physical contact.
Alisia then returns to previous place, demonstrating ankles and knees as she sit in lotus.
I'd like to be alive. If Pathfinders cover and count each other -they survive. So trust is our power . - adds the mesmerist seriously.
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"I suggest you get some of these fancy magical garments. Suitable for any occasion."
Guys tunic transforms into a fur coat, then into wizard's robes, then into nobles outfit.
"Though that still leaves the shoes."
Indeed, Guy looks quite splendidly attired except for his sandals.
He then switches back to his comfortable go-to tunic.
"But where we are going, a nice pair of sandals is almost never out of place."
to know what nobles wear in the area.
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The last to arrive is a well-dressed, stern-looking dwarf, with an impeccably manicured beard. Some might recognize him, though rarely fondly... as he rarely seems interested in socializing with other rank-and-file Pathfinders. You think his name is Smarmy... though he doesn't introduce himself.
He listens to the others, with barely disguised disdain, though perks up a bit and seems to listen attentively when Kreighton Shaine speaks... though even then, a truly sensitive observer would note a hint of animosity, even there.
He lets the others blather on, not really interested in the camaraderie, as he ponders the party at the Thuvian embassy, and smiled thinly.
A perfect place to interact with those with actual influence.
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Alisia pointed at Guy's sandals, manipulates mystic energy with just her gaze, filling nearby space with a slight mint smell.
Her light boots change to sandals as well.
Not sure it will be good enougth for embassy visit, but now I feel much more comfortable. So... master Shane, anything we should know or maybe that is time to move for shopping?
Keighton stares at his flower in deep thought. When he looks up, it seems he might have forgotten you were there.
"I'm sorry, what? I was thinking about butterflies."
He thinks for a moment.
“Oh, you can bring whatever you want, but just make sure you peace-bond your weapons and polish your armor. Going to a party prepared for combat won’t win you many friends."
Then he scratches his head.
"Ofarah is the personal bodyguard of Queen Zamere and a renowned military strategist. While fierce, she has been known to show great mercy on the battlefield, and many of our agents in Lamasara report that she is a champion of justice. All you need to know is that she is responsible for this year’s batch of the sun orchid elixir, so whatever you do, stay on her good side."
Then he looks at your clothing.
"As far as impressing anyone, I suggest you dress your best, put on some perfume, perhaps something with patchouli, and spend some coin to do it right. Guy du Loc seems to know what to wear!"
"Now go shopping and then meet the guests and make us proud!!"
The Thuvian Embassy is an ornate, whitewashed, two-story structure tucked in a shady corner of Absalom’s Petal District. Several large oil lamps hang from the walls, bathing the embassy’s rooms in normal light. Exotic rugs, plush furniture, and works of art decorate the building. Surrounding the embassy, lush gardens display Thuvian flora pruned to perfection. Unless stated otherwise, masonry walls and strong wooden doors make up the embassy’s construction. The ceilings reach a height of 9 feet.
When you arrive, you all see that seven other guests have been invited to the small, yet extravagant dinner, but your host is not present. Some of the guests are familiar to you, and some not so much.
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A wrinkled, time-weathered Garundi man, Amenopheus walks with a slow, methodical gait. He stands stooped—a byproduct of not only his age, but also his elaborate turban decorated with exotic feathers and precious gemstones.
A frail looking elf. He has shockingly white hair, unusual for an elf, and shifty eyes of deep blue. He wears gilded studded leather armor befitting a dignitary from Iadara and has a polished rapier at his side and an exquisite darkwood composite longbow on his back, both securely peace-bonded. He is quiet and doesn't talk much or introduce himself.
A well-built man with chiseled features, piercing eyes and a strong jawline is next. He moves with the cadence of a practiced swordsman. He wears an Isgeri military uniform complete with sash and adorning medals. The medals pinned to the sash suggest an illustrious career in the Goblinblood Wars. He is abrasive and arrogant, full of bravado, bragging about various martial exploits in a loud and irritating voice.
Lady Gloriana Morilla is a full-figured woman in the prime of life, and she wears an ornate gown that accentuates her many assets. She has cunning brown eyes and long, chestnut hair worn half-up. She always seems to be listening even when engaged in conversation.
A stunning beauty with piercing, heavily shadowed eyes and long, dark hair, Paracountess Zarta Dralneen’s mere glance stills the hearts of most people. She moves with a lithe, catlike grace and always places herself in a position to be admired and to get a good view on the most desirable person in the room. She flirts shamelessly with male and female alike, though she seems to be giving the Isgeri hero the cold shoulder.
Aaqir al'Hakam is a handsome man with sharp Qadiran features. He has short, well-groomed hair and a clean-shaven face. A charming man, Aaqir favors other Qadirans, praising them on their accomplishments in the field. He speaks with a clear, soft voice with a thick Kelish accent. The trade prince is talkative and enjoys bragging about his recent social run-ins at the Grand Dance Hall of Kortos (where he claims to consistently have a table in the highest of the theater’s three tiers) as well as talking about his three adopted daughters, who he dotes over like the caring and overprotective father he is.
The final guest is a striking woman of the frozen north, with braided blonde hair, pale skin, and wide blue eyes. Powerfully built, she moves with a commanding stride and laughs with a roar that overpowers all other sounds at the party. Rough and tumble, this warrior can keep up with—and often outperforms—any man put before her. She is not afraid to join others’ conversations, though her uncivilized manner may raise eyebrows among the more cultured guests. The woman’s voice booms with an air of authority as she speaks of her many campaigns against the winter witches of Irrisen near her homeland in the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, and she eagerly shows off her battle scars, ever bragging that hers are more honorable than anyone’s she has yet met.
A well dressed young man from the house Tullian enters the pavilion. He finds the opportune time to announce his liege's arrival to the assembled guests.
"My lords and ladies and assembled gentle-people. Please allow me to formally introduce Lord Xilt Sphinx of house Tullian. An accomplished wizard and adventurer of the Pathfinder society. He is accompanied by his Mephit companion Tzleztor from the plane of Earth."
As Xilt enters the young man gracefully departs the party.
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Lord Xilt enters the party wearing a traditional blue and silver silk cloak with the Tullian star-cluster at his chest. Clearly visible is the family signet ring encrusted with diamonds. On his back is his personal crest. A male Sphinx set against the setting sun. It appears from time to time that the Sphinx will take off and land.
The effusive Mephit flies above Xilt. A regular Prima Dona Tzleztor is waving with excitement to the assembled guests. Unlike his stuffy master he is glad to be at a party, any party. He is clean and slightly perfumed with the scent of honey and lavender. His bow, staff and dagger are peace-bonded.
"Now this is a party! What a change from the dungeons you usually take me to. Be good or I will tell everyone your secrets."
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Guy is severely disappointed when he realizes that the gala is to take place at the embassy in Absalom. He had thought and hoped that they would be going to Thuvia.
For the gala he decks himself out with formal religious robes appropriate to one of his station, and bathes himself in sadalwood scented water. No perfume though.
He is a bit intimidated by half of the people described. Beautiful women intimidate him. Big beefy loud warriors intimidate him. Self confident people intimidate him. The wrinkled old man that keeps to himself doesn't intimidate him though. If he has to talk to one of them, he's thinking a nice non-verbal conversation is just his speed. Though when pressed to do so, he has studied the art of faking it diplomacy extensively.
Hoping he doesn't have to though, he whispers to Alisai, "were we supposed to talk to these people? To tell you the truth, I'm more comfortable just being a wall flower. I hate it when they send us to those events where we are supposed to represent the society and impress people."
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Vornsk enters the party in her newly tailored fineries, purple and black fabric draping off the shoulders. Her hands are covered in long silver gloves, giving the impression of metallic limbs. The Hellcat Gauntlet is absent for maybe the second time in her adult life. Her ever present Mask of the Jade Nue hangs from her belt, peace bonded like the tiny dagger she carries. The Khyber Crystal dangles from her neck on a new chain made of some black metal while the Crimson Bands of Valashmai leave much of her back gracefully exposed.
Vornsk moves to the Lady Gloriana, and bows. "Greetings Lady. A pleasure to see you again." Not usually one to stand out, the Tien woman uses the Taldan as a sort of social camouflage. Exciting to be so near to te Tuvian miracle of Sun Orchids, no?"
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Alisia wears wonderfull short dress and fake kitty ears. At the same time human ears are not visible because of ling hair. Part of the dress is Neraplast Armor - very thin technological armor which can mimic its colour.
Where could be a tail are some silver feathers decorates dress.
Yeah, and greek sandals for sure - Alisia deffinitely wanna to demonstrate shins!
There is also Thrune Hiuse insignia pinned to right shoulder. And a Taldan signet ring of protection upon third left finger.
It is pleasure and honor for me to be in one company with you, dear guests! - Alisia performs a polite cursty.
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Alisia gets closer to lady Morilla. So close that ethiquet could almost be breached. And whispers almost touching Gloriana's ear with lips.
My lady! You are shiny as always. I am happy to be here with you. If occasionally you have any special mission for me, I would gladly serve. If not - maybe you know who is this blond elf? So handsome and wild individual.
Marquisa's porter Umberto probably left outside with other servants...
Vornsk moves to the Lady Gloriana, and bows. "Greetings Lady. A pleasure to see you again." Not usually one to stand out, the Tien woman uses the Taldan as a sort of social camouflage. Exciting to be so near to te Tuvian miracle of Sun Orchids, no?"
Lady Gloriana, respectfully bows and smiles.
"Definitely, as we all know eternal life is a miracle that we all need to take into account lady Vornsk."
He is a bit intimidated by half of the people described. Beautiful women intimidate him. Big beefy loud warriors intimidate him. Self confident people intimidate him. The wrinkled old man that keeps to himself doesn't intimidate him though. If he has to talk to one of them, he's thinking a nice non-verbal conversation is just his speed. Though when pressed to do so, he has studied the art offaking itdiplomacy extensively.
Amenopheus seems to sense Guy du Loc's feelings and approaches him.
"Greetings, Pathfinder." Amenopheus bows to Guy du Loc. "Fear not, my friend for your comfort was not the purpose of this party. I suggest a drink, but not too many."
The Sage offers a disarming smile, however, which does help Guy du Loc feel a little more comfortable.
Alisia gets closer to lady Morilla. So close that ethiquet could almost be breached. And whispers almost touching Gloriana's ear with lips.
My lady! You are shiny as always. I am happy to be here with you. If occasionally you have any special mission for me, I would gladly serve. If not - maybe you know who is this blond elf? So handsome and wild individual.
Alisia finds Lady Morilla graceous with a big smile on her face, but distracted in their conversation.
"Yes Baronet Alisia, yes, he is but I really do not know him. A pleasure to meet him for you maybe?" she asks and looks past her to the elf.
Lord Xilt enters the party wearing a traditional blue and silver silk cloak with the Tullian star-cluster at his chest. Clearly visible is the family signet ring encrusted with diamonds. On his back is his personal crest. A male Sphinx set against the setting sun. It appears from time to time that the Sphinx will take off and land.
Lord Xilt and Tzleztor clearly make an impression due to the introduction of the herald! Many eyes are on them - especially from the gentleman with military uniform.
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Guy relaxes a bit and a smile lights up his normally plain face.
"A drink would not be out of order. It is a party after all. I believe Sarenrae herself would approve of your turbin. Does it have a history? I do love a good story, though my idea of a good story usually involves quirky people with exotic backgrounds."
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Smarmy wanders into the room, fashionably tardy, as only a true noble can. He is dressed in his best noble finery.
He observes his fellow Pathfinders enter the affair with a slight frown, and openly scoffs when Xill claims to be a Lord.
He immediately approaches Lady Gloriana, bowing deeply, a sudden gracious smile on his dwarven features.
"Baron Smarmy." He says, grandiosely, "Of Kravenkus." He adds.
"It is a pleasure to meet you beyond just the occasional sealed letter." He gives her a conspiratorial grin.
"Do you know the others?" He asks, with a casual wave at the rest of the guests. "Amenopheus I recognize, and Miss. Dralneen of course." He tries not to blush.
"Oh, and the Trade Prince." He continues quickly. "The remainder, are strangers to me, unfortunately. Though I imagine they are of some import, if Ofarah has invited them to this function."
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Alisia checks out if her appearence is perfect and with charmingly gait approach to the frail elf.
Hello there! We were not intoduced. Lady fon Imhakaru, but you can surely call me Alisia. , - she comes closer to elvens ear to whisper passionately, - We can ignore some rules and society's rituals if we belong to another world, doesn't we?
Alisia returns to polite distance and adds, pointing bow and a rapier: So heavy armed... getting ready for troubles? Why are you here and how can I call you, my dear?
"The remainder, are strangers to me, unfortunately. Though I imagine they are of some import, if Ofarah has invited them to this function."
Lady Gloriana grins.
"Oh Baron Smarmy! Your reputation precedes you! Yes, but today I have as little information as you have. I have to discuss something important with Zarta so if you can continue discussions with the guest then I would appreciate that!"
Alisia checks out if her appearence is perfect and with charmingly gait approach to the frail elf.
Hello there! We were not intoduced. Lady fon Imhakaru, but you can surely call me Alisia. , - she comes closer to elvens ear to whisper passionately, - We can ignore some rules and society's rituals if we belong to another world, doesn't we?
Alisia returns to polite distance and adds, pointing bow and a rapier: So heavy armed... getting ready for troubles? Why are you here and how can I call you, my dear?
Despite fine attire and perfect manners, Alisia doesn't make quite the impression upon the elf. And he seems to be very antisocial.
"Cerelan is my name." he replies with the barest hint of a nod.
"The bow and Rapier are family heirlooms. Excuse me, I am hungry, but not for fruit."
Guy relaxes a bit and a smile lights up his normally plain face.
"A drink would not be out of order. It is a party after all. I believe Sarenrae herself would approve of your turbin. Does it have a history? I do love a good story, though my idea of a good story usually involves quirky people with exotic backgrounds."
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Before the Scarab Sage can answer, the Isgeri man approaches Guy du Loc and jumps at the chance to talk about his own prowess in battle.
"Well met. We do not know each other but as you seem to be a healer I think you can learn a little bit about combat - from me for instance. I am Gaspar Desime."
He introduces himself proudly, looking past the Scarab Sage and more at Guy. "Yes, yes, I can anticipate your question. I've seen many battles. It takes a certain type of man to stare into the hordes and hold the line."
Gaspar seems intent on catching the Paracountess Dralneen's eye, who is not far from Guys, although she appears to be ignoring Gaspar .
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"Of course. Of course!" Smarmy replies graciously, as Gloriana begs her leave to talk to Zarta Dralneen.
As her back turns, the smile he had been holding disappears almost instantly, replaced by an irritated frown, as he turns to scan the remaining guests. He ponders briefly following Gloriana to talk to Zarta as well, but quickly decides it was probably better to leave that interaction to when he can get her alone.
Eyeing the rest of the guests he does not know, he hones in on the elderly elven man, the rest appearing more interested in crowing about their own accomplishments, than offering any hope of bolstering his own.
As much as he despised elves, they did tend to have good connections.
He quickly hurries over to introduce himself, the ingratiating smile once more appearing on his face, like it never left.
"Oh, make no mind of that one." He says, with a dismissive wave towards Alisia. "Her attempts to hide her true heritage are quite... unfortunate."
"Baron Smarmy." He adds, with a slight bow. "From Kravenkus."
The elf looks at Baron Smarmy with a stern look.
"I was personally invited by our hostess. And I was not informed about Pathfinders asking questions continuously. Cerelan is my name." and he deliberately turns his back to you.
"So rude of our hostess to keep us waiting!" he says more to himself.
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Nonplussed, Smarmy sticks to his guns.
"I couldn't agree more." Smarmy agrees unctuously, "This far from Thuvia, perhaps she allows her courtesies to lapse."
"I did not come to question, merely to make introductions! I have much influence in this city, so if you are in need of my services, it would be my honor to assist! Am always on the look out for new contacts... and you seem a man of no small influence yourself."
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Vornsk does not initiate any more conversations, but speaks when spoken to. She takes an interest in the art, tapestries, and other items and only looks at potentially valuable objects from a respectful distance. Though she tries not to, in her meanderings she makes note exits and security. I
Don't be rude'" She scolds herself.
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Xilt glances at the Northern woman and awkwardly glances away. He is not accustomed to social events but he finds the woman from his homeland strangely appealing. He stops and starts a bit before being literally pulled by his familiar in the right direction.
"Hello. I am Xilt. It is nice to see someone from the North. It has been a while since I have been able to return."
(Take 10 on K-local to know something about the Northern Woman, Aid from his familiar - total of 26)
Tzleztor tries to play it cool with the pulling and pushing. He knows that humanoid females like males with confidence. At least that is what he has been told.
He smiles and waves to the lady as they approach.
k-Local,Aid to Xilt to know something about the Northern woman DC 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
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Guy looks at the man, follows his gaze to the Paracountess, and looks back. "As I was telling my friend here, I do love a good story. Perhaps you would like to take a seat an listen for a bit. We were about to swap stories about the life cycle of the Thuvian sand worm, weren't we?"
Guy gives Amenopheus a pointed look, hoping he will take the hint and help him get rid of the buffoon.
Xilt glances at the Northern woman and awkwardly glances away. He is not accustomed to social events but he finds the woman from his homeland strangely appealing. He stops and starts a bit before being literally pulled by his familiar in the right direction.
"Hello. I am Xilt. It is nice to see someone from the North. It has been a while since I have been able to return."
(Take 10 on K-local to know something about the Northern Woman, Aid from his familiar - total of 26)
The woman nods in greeting to Xilt and laughs. "The news is the same. The Witches of Irrisen threaten all within their reach, and the Lands of the Linnorm Kings resist them with brave hearts and strong steel." she says with a smile.
Powerfully built, she moves with a commanding stride and laughs with a roar that overpowers all other sounds at the party when she sees Xilt‘s insecurity after her answer.
She introduces herself as Yala Witchbane and proceeds to speak of a few specific battles recently fought along the borders between her country and Irrisen, and even shows a recently healed wound that she claims will make a fine scar to add to her collection.
”I like your friend here Tzleztor! But I’m suspicious of you! I believe I saw one of you guys serving a witch!“ she says to the flying mephit with a stern look on her face.
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Yala knows that the jadwiga she battles in Irrisen and Hagreach in the Linnorm Kingdoms have the benefit of unnaturally long lives thanks to dabbling in dark magic and the blood of Baba Yaga that flows through their veins. She hopes to use her people’s resources to gain a dose of the sun orchid elixir so she can prolong her own life and continue to fight the Irrisen witches well beyond the time by which she would otherwise die of old age, using her decades of experience as her greatest weapon against them.
Smarmy ponders his local contacts, and what they may have mentioned regarding the two he knows the name of.
[dice=Knowledge (local) re: Cerelan]1d20+12
[dice=Knowledge (local) re: Gaspar]1d20+12
”Maybe your contacts are not suitable for what I require?“
The elf does not respond further and turns his back to Baron Smarmy.
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Gaspar was once romantically involved with Paracountess Zarta Dralneen, and while she saw him merely as one of her many playthings, he was utterly smitten with her and still yearns to be with her again. Gaspar hopes that he can make a good impression on her, and thinks that this party is an excellent opportunity to do just that, so he pulled political strings to get himself invited.
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A dignitary from Iadara, Ceralan is an old friend of the lioness.
They spent much time together in Lamasara in the lioness’ youth,
but the state of their friendship is unknown at the moment.
He has debt to a handful of moneylenders to whom he owes a sizable sum.
[dice=kn Thuvian history]1d20+6
Guy looks at the man, follows his gaze to the Paracountess, and looks back. "As I was telling my friend here, I do love a good story. Perhaps you would like to take a seat an listen for a bit. We were about to swap stories about the life cycle of the Thuvian sand worm, weren't we?"
Guy gives Amenopheus a pointed look, hoping he will take the hint and help him get rid of the buffoon.
Gaspard blinks at Guy, at a loss for words.
A short silence hangs in the air like a spell, broken when the doors to the chamber open and a herald steps through to make an announcement.
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"Gentlemen, Lords, and Ladies! The Lioness of Lamasara, Ofarah Ohatepe, is eager to to meet you."
"Oh thank the Lady." Gaspard murmers.
The herald leads the guests into the embassy’s grand dining hall, where a lavish meal has been laid out on a round ebonwood table. Ofarah is already seated at the northernmost end of the table, but rises to greet everyone as they enter.
Zarta looks at Vornsk with a hedonistic flirty eye. The paracountess is not in a good mood.
”Great to see you again. You know I always get what I want ... and I haven’t forgotten you!“
Vornsk knows that Zarta is a seductress, and does not discriminate between the sexes—beauty is beauty in her eyes.
”To be honest I have no interest in the sun orchid elixir or representing Cheliax, and am simply here for a good time! But once I saw that Gaspar is also in attendance, I did whatever I could to keep him at a distance and occupied with people other than me, as I have no interest in him and see him only as a persistent annoyance!!“ she whispers into Vornsk’s ear with a slight touch.
Zarta speaks in a confident, hypnotic tone, and doesn’t hide the fact that she wants her body.
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[ooc] Zarta's main feature is sexual context, you should not be sorry %) [/occ]
Alisia gonna leave Ceralan and approach to Zarta and sit between paracountess and lady Morilla, striking Gaspar with her gaze (which can realy be heart)...
She surely show soundless respect towards Lioness. Alisia remember, how her team screwed up a bit last time they worked for Lioness interests with Orchid Elixir logistics issues...