"I am not attempting to offend, so please do not construe a judgement where there is none. As for your mode of dress being none of my business, that is true...however, when you wear it openly, it is certainly within the realm of being commented on. Oh and please do note, Lady Fenix, thus far I have had absolutely nothing to do with your varying states of disrobement. While I am by no means prudish, I am not a complete deviant either...at least not to my understanding of such things."
Looking back to Moorluck
"You did describe yourself as deviant so far as Drow go didn't you? Care to satiate my curiosity as to how, exactly? I am most curious."
"Ah I see, Lady Fenix. I meant no insinuation, of course. I was merely curious since I had heard others...voice such thoughts on occasion. A good thing it is to have such an authority on her faith here to answer my rampant curiosity."
"Firstly...do I call you 'Sir', 'Lady', 'Lady-Sir'...I'm not certain the proper mode of address for a knight of the feminine persuasion. Ahem.."
"Irregardless, I have had a question of philosophy come to me, Sir-Lady Fenix. What is the exact nature of your sovereign goddess Iomedae's relationship to the archdevil god Asmodeus. I must confess, I have heard conflicting reports. Alas, but some even say that in spite of Iomedae's stance of intolerance, that she secretly has the Archfiend himself as an adviser. What say you?"
"Your point is quite well said, good harlequin KaeYoss. While I am a student of the psionic, not the arcane, there are many ways in which the disciplines are related in application, if not necessarily in effect."
Looks thoughtful...
"Of course, the Earthfall was disastrous to the Aboleth as well. So few survived to continue the chain of memories from before it. All that live now remember, of course. Few actual survivors though..."
"It is my truest hope that we can all remain friends...one cannot deny ones own nature can they?"
Looks back and forth between Moorluck and Joanne
"If I was having a small bit of fun at your expense, it certainly isn't as dastardly as the fun these other gents have had. No diving into exposed decolletage or other such offensive activities."
Sighs heavily...
"I would certainly prefer to keep our relations amenable...but the choice is yours."
"Good point....but he's hardly a mime. Now being overly fearful of a mime I could rightly understand. He seems hardly that bad..then again, I've not been around to witness whatever hijinks you all got to before coming here."
Glances towards the now nonexistent theater....
"What an interesting story...slime diseases. You are a superb storyteller my dear."
Pensively frowning, staring off into the distance...
"You know...I'm not even certain that the Demiplane of Dread still exists...or if it, in fact, exists in this continuum. Too many realities, I'm afraid."
Delving deeply into my ventral lobes...seeking information on this persona...
"This is somewhat embarrassing to ask, I suppose, but ask I shall. Where exactly are we? Can I assume you all are heading somewhere, yes? Otherwise why be out here...personally I am considering this my chance to leave that theater....I'm not certain everything is right about it."
Ceasing concentration on the elaborate construction...the mists swell obscuring it from sight...
"I do apologize for seeming so analytical Lady Gottlieb, I'm terribly out of sorts in dealing with people. As I said, so few people have ever come by, in some fashion I have often wondered if this weren't some desolate corner of the Demiplane of Dread. Ah well...at least good Moorluck and KaeYoss are quite full of vim. A good thing to see in young folk."
Watches Joanne respond to Moorluck slight caress...
"What an interesting process...rather like breaking a mount to your touch. Thy tactic seems to be working however, Moorluck. Lady Gottlieb's eyelashes bat and her pupils dilate when you stroke her so. Well done."
Glances at KaeYoss
"Would thine care to demonstrate upon the Lady Jordan, KaeYoss. Two such examples of 'courting' would do such a venerable being such as myself a great service. Understanding of the various nuances of reaction, counter-reaction and such are such fascinating things to observe."
"Hmm...personally, such thoughts really don't figure in my mentality. While you ladies both are exemplars of graceful curves and symmetry of form, am I to understand that you take 'solace' in my being beyond such lascivious thoughts towards you both?"
Looks back and forth between Jordan and Lady Gottlieb...
"Ah! A conundrum! Ladies such as yourself intentionally create a 'desirable' look for thyselves, and yet, to desire thee is to denigrate thy sex. A most interesting sociological quandary, I must say. Surely, females are the more mentally convoluted of thy species...saving such particular specimens as KaeYoss...his mind quite reminds me of the rather unusual Mobius."
Tilts head slightly to the side to watch KaeYoss with a questioning glance...
Psychically..."Gelding...gelding...hmm...ah yes, the memories of my other selves have provided the answer. Such an act, performed by two such female creatures as he seems to want to 'protect' would be quite amusing."
"It does seem strangely stuffy in here doesn't it. I admit being at a loss as to how to explain it..." Psychic thread to Kae Yoss, "Interesting that so simple a manifestation would make these fleshlings so uncomfortable...their resilience is even lower than I would have anticipated."
"Perhaps stepping out for a bit would be for the best."
Mentally "Ahh...you fancy that one for yourself then? Forgive my lack of understanding such...desires. I do not seek any prize here other than my own amusement or perhaps a thrall, and yet I do not count on such outcomes. The process is part of my enjoyment you see. If the short-maned one is your fancy then...ah, but wait! You wish her to come to you without coercion, yes?"
"Well...this certainly is an eclectic group to be traveling about...what brings you all here? And good, the repast has arrived."
Regnald brings out dishes of bread, cheese, butter and sweet meats, and then retreats quickly.
"Ah thank you Regnald."
Turning to Moorluck
"Do not be troubled, friend. Come sit and eat, I shall have to see if there is enough space for you all to take rest. Please, I insist."
Spoiler:
Note: This whole little 'phantom theater' has been much inspired due to listening to the song "Hotel California".
"No doubt the Calistrian Priestess benefited from your magnanimity as well."
On a psychic thread to KaeYoss..."This drow is dampening the fun...but lets see if the Jordan is affected by my emotional manipulations...that should prove entertaining! Slime Wrestling may prove far more amusing that mud however!"
"Hmm...I don't see what might be wrong with the wine, but it has been some time since I've seen any guests. It may have turned..."
Then noticing the drow producing his own bottle.
"Ah, thank you good drow. I prefer to be an adaptable host, so as to see to the disposition of my guests. Your gallantry is appreciated."
A mental tendril insinuates itself at Jordan (take 10 on Psicraft, power manifested without any Displays) and uses the power 'Attraction' on her, with Moorluck as the subject of that attraction...just to see what happens. (WDC 24, Moorluck will gain a +8 modifier on all social rolls with Jordan if failed)
I wonder when the two ladies are going to notice that it was the stem of the glasses they touched that was lightly dabbed with slime, not the wine itself.
Spoiler:
See previous post. Touch is all thats required. Fort DC 29...
"Yes...please do come in. Your...friends...are welcome as well." I says while inclining my head politely to Joanne Gottlieb.
I then turns to face the Drow and Iomedaen, "Be welcome here at this humble playhouse...visitors have been so rare since the mists came."I snap my fingers.
From another chamber enters a lively human man oozing obsequiousness. He bows deeply and shows you towards a quaint little parlor, its wood-paneled walls lit by a small fire in the mantle. He then proceeds to set the table with goblets and an ewer shining with condensation.
"Thank you Regnald, would you have some light fare brought out for our guests. I will attend to drinks."
I move to the table and being pouring full cups of the chilled beverage.
Spoiler:
And placing some Slime upon the stem of the goblets
Fortitude Save DC: 29
I turn to gesture to the seats...
"I do so hope that chilled and mulled wine is acceptable, though I do have stouter drink should any of you wish it." I say, smiling.
"This place...? Why, of course it has been here. It is simply your perception that has changed. This is an enchanted place...only those meant to see it, find it."
Bows dramatically, flinging his coattails.
"Please, my lady. Do come in and out of the mists, refreshment will be found."
It does boggle the mind that the fools of the other nations cannot comprehend the majesty of the Ruby Prince's plans. All the greedy and foolish ones come from all around, so that they might rape the fruits of Osiriani history from us.
Come! Yes come fools into the unforgiving desert. And know that we watch and wait...
There are many secrets of the deep deserts and of ancient antiquity that those of such fledgling nations shall never understand. Such secrets are placed only within our keeping, a keeping at which we shall not fail or falter.
