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Aranda heads to the high-backed padded chair and luxuriates in the soft leather. She waves to her companion, and he brings her the wine. She examines the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Aranda loved the courtyard. She kneels and bends close to a sprouting flower. She sniffs gently, letting the aroma glide into her. She reaches out her hand to crush the flower in her palm. The cleric then breaths deeply from her palm. She relishes the remains of its destruction. She examines the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Aranda looks for her placement on the table. She sees her name on a card and waits for the Lady to seat. She examines the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Aranda looks at the sealed note. Her head arches up above the other heads. She watches the bodies sway away from Kora like waves away from a ship. The priest notices how many start reading. There seemed to be many.

The Undead Lord reads the note. So many invited. She thinks. They must be hiring. For revenge? Wouldn't that be wonderful. Of course, no such satisfaction for me. I'd go just for the slaughters. Commanding their corpses to slaughter some more. She gives out a little girlish giggle.

On the night, her companion carries her gear in a backpack on it's shoulders. As she reaches the dinning room. She giggles again thinking about the slaughter and renewal.

Suddenly , the party discovers they shouldn't have eaten the giant beetle mousse

The game did begin to feel like a social experiment.

Aranda, Thanaton isn't offering for you to talk about 'proper mushroom dip', he's passing the lead to talking to an important NPC that has ties to Urgathoa. Sounds like perfect territory for a self-described drama queen. You do you, though.

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Barely paying attention, Aranda finally notices Minuè. "Life is to short to suffer the endless excretion from her facial sphincter." She wanders away.

CucumberTree, you haven't posted here in a while - I know your character is unlikely to get on well with Thanaton and probably Minuè, but I don't want to keep you from developing your character more, and I think that interacting with Lord Meravanchi might help with that.

My character was built for action; a full blown psycho drama queen. She's not good at discussing the awesomeness of the proper mushroom dip.

I'm hoping that we can move into something more interesting than food fetish presentation. I feel the need to make it to postgame... But I can hear some player's souls suffering. Please, let's move on to combat or something.

media I referenced

Great movie, I recommend! ;)

Bester was a really good bad guy. Thanks for the clarification.

Aranda is most like Ma Ma from Dredd(2012)

She would react the same to anyone that she perceives as weak (use of benevolent employers language).

Plus she believes that the Vanderborens might not be dead, Given the Machiavellian maneuvers of the Noble class.

She absolutely needs new employment, and no better place to find some than in this sea of nobles.

Aranda's callousness regarding the Vanderborens' death, likewise, draws an incredulous look. "Mistress is surely in jest. The Vanderborens were most benevolent employers - the least we can give them is a day of mourning. Matters of business can wait until the morrow - today, we should remember those who gave us aid. This is customary."

An evil person being callous? What are the odds?

Aranda gives a groan of repulsion. Her companion blocks visual contact between Thanaton and herself.

"I do not see any bodies. Are you certain that they are dead?" Aranda pauses for effect. "I for one see this as an opportunity to find new employment. Not to mourn lost employers."

Thanaton nods at Aranda's greeting, but speaks up at her demonstration of her animate skeleton. "As a matter of fact, Mistress Slade, I was more interested in the new arrival and his uplander companion. Your cadaverous friend seems to harbor distaste for the vegetative being, and most skeletons' actions reflect the desires of their creators. What grievance do you bear against that creature?"

Did you see it's picture? It looks like a cute little muppet. It so needs to die in a horrible manner.

"The abomination deserves to be carved up and served with the other mushrooms." She says.

Thanaton nods. "On an unrelated note, as you are affiliated with the Urgathoan religion, I would like to ask you a question. I had heard of a subsect of Urgathoans known as the Order of the Tempered Scythe, those who believe that the hunger associated with your faith is more metaphorical and who live an abstemious lifestyle. What is the Church's position on such beliefs? Do you feel that there will be a schism?"

If what you say is true, then the heretics should be crucified, flayed, and salt ground into their skinless bodies." She says angerly.

"Dark blessings." She says at the introductions. "You may call me mistress." She eyes Thanaton. "Mistress Slade."

"No noble blood runs in my veins. I was employed to sing them praises before Urgathoa." She pauses while noticing Thanaton's glances. "Would you like to see it?"

She gestures at her companion. The skeleton partially opens the robe to show his armored frame. A Morningstar resides in a holster on it's right side, and a scimitar is sheathed on his left. It's face is still hidden beneath the hood, but he can finally make out the lowly glowing red eyes.

He notices Aranda's minion move towards the plant-like being and stop. His empty eyes take in the skeletal limbs of the hooded figure and the portly singer who gives it commands, and he moves towards the priestess. "Greetings. I gather from your fleshless companion and your singularly hedonistic worldview that you are an Urgathoan?" He extends an emaciated hand in greeting. "I am Thanaton Sirov, journeyman of Witchwarden Tower."

Her seething eyes lock onto the male tiefling. Her pupils drag slowly up and down. Measuring. Hate turns to calm. "Yes I am a Priestess of Urgathoa. You may call me mistress." Her hand reaches out and touches his face. "What pleasures can I entice you with, Thanton Sirov?"

and his strange companion

The large cleric has an overwhelming feeling of hate rush through her. She had to crush that herbage into a green paste of pulpy fiber with which she would stain the floor. Aranda's companion moves aggressively towards the plant.

"Stop." She says softly while gritting her teeth.

Her companion stops.

Aranda is awarded with a few enthusiastic claps. She bows deeply and then leaves the stage. The cleric searches for Kora in the crowd. She gives quick greetings with nods of respect. That damn gnome. Where is she? the priestess thinks.

Aranda sees evidence to her prey by the moving bodies of the crowd. She finds and stops Kora. "I hope my singing brought you comfort in this sad time." She says reminding the gnome that she just did her a favor. "I humbly request that you would introduce me to the Young Drow lady." She says casting her eyes to the lady.

Aranda's companion grabs a stylized silver plate with gold plated edges. Anyone paying attention can see the fleshless hand holding the plate with reliefs of fornicating drow. The companion fills the plate with food, and takes a bottle of elven wine with a glass. He returns to his mistress who continues to sing.

Aranda arrives. Her body is covered with a black spider silk robe. The Priestesses head is at least 6" higher than the next tallest person in the park.

Her companion is dressed in blackish brown robe. The attached hood covers his boney face.

As she arrives, Kora touches her arm. "Thank you for coming. I humbly request that you bless us with song."

Aranda bristles from the touch of a gnome. She resists the urge to cut Kora's throat and watch her bleed out on the ground. She smiles at the her, "How can I refuse such a gracious request?"

Kora smiles and then greets the next mourner.

The cleric steps into the reception area. Her companion helps remove Aranda's cloak. Her blackened suede bustier is strung with pearls on it's edges. Underneath, A white spider silk dress covers the rest her sizable body's frame. On her right arm, a silver arm cuff that looks like a grasping boney hand, pretends to seize her arm. A silver brooch of Urgathoa's unholy symbol covers her heart.

She listens to the soft music playing. Aranda looks from left to right and observes the band. The priestess glides to the orchestra. Most people step aside and give a respectful minor bow while saying the prayer, "Blessings from The Mother."

Aranda quietly talks to the band. She then sings a song about death and filling the flesh with pleasure while we live.

Sing: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Would be adverse to making an alias for the character before selections are made?

Fine, I pray that it trips your trigger. I've added diplomacy with my favored class bonus.