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38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I would definitely be interested Phil. Thanks for running!


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

The priestess moves to quickly take one of the proffered seats, sinking onto the chair slowly, crossing her legs at the knee as a lady should. Her eyes widen slightly at the display from the first man, a knowing smile creeping onto her lips at the sycophant's attempt to curry favor with Kinch, only to be cast to the side as the councilman took over with a more diplomatic tone, unlike the one used in his powerful speech earlier.

The green eyes never waver off the man's face as he speaks, in practice because it was considered rude to not meet a man's eyes when he spoke. It went deeper than that, as Callista studied the man's facial expressions, listened to the rise and timbre of his voice, searching for clues as to what made the man tick. Although calmer, his speech contained the same passion for his people as earlier, a powerful force of will that threatened to wash away the Calistrian's own more professional opinion on the matter.

And then there it was...when Kinch was mentioning the lesser of two evils. She focused again and could hear it. Though his words contained the same magnetism as earlier, she detected a hint of confusion, a bit of discomfort, as he finished his argument.

She smiled widely, cocking her head just to the side, "Independent entity, or vassal state? The difference seems to be slim where Cheliax is concerned." Her smile is gently put away, replaced by an earnest look. "As you've said, we are not here to gloss things over or to pay lip service. Almas' obsession with the war with Taldor has been a main factor in this situation arising, we all can agree. But friends, think of this as an opportunity in our free democracy to better your own lot in life! With so many of our fighting men on the Taldan front, and with yourselves as the main buffer between Cheliax and the heart of Andoran, now is the perfect time to posture for more representation in our country. For a larger piece of the pie with regards to resources."

Her green eyes turn to Cawmirth, looking for him to add on. In truth, it was all show. Callista was just playing a role, at this point, knowing that to deviate and try to leave this sought-after meeting early would spell danger for her and her associate. So they must try to sway Kinch, all the while knowing he was un-swayable.

Bluff: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista offers Blind Oliver a sultry raise of her lips at his comment about what the men of Alastor were all about, truly amused by the words of the ladies' man. As the man continues his speech, then personally insists on escorting the duo to see Kinch, the priestess's green eyes flit over to meet Cawmirth's for a moment, a ghost of a smile appearing and then fleeing before she starts off after the man.

As the trio moves through the throngs on the upper hallway, Callista keeps her face forward, but lets her eyes linger over the faces in the room. Her walk is one of confidence and swagger, her strides long but still allowing for her characteristic sway as she follows Blind Oliver. Any smiles offered by those in the crowd are met with a smile of her own, letting her eyes roam over a couple of the better-dressed noblemen in a crude, appraising fashion. It never hurt to create opportunities for one's self.

As Blind Oliver begins to let himself out, Callista smiles and nods at him before turning to address the seven in the room, her curtsy low, her head bowed as she dips. When she rises, she wears a wide smile, a polite smile, and says, "Blind Oliver knows important visitors from those you truly wish kept out, good Councillor. As your man said, I am Callista, a merchantess, and this is my colleague Cawmirth, and we humbly ask for a few moments of your time as the Professor here goes over some things with you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Just laying the stage to get them in a friendly mood for Cawmirth's oration.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Phil, you are doing a great job with the world you've built. My slowdown has everything to do with the system conversion we are going through at work, and the fact that my kids are out of school for summer (and therefore have later bedtimes...cutting down on my play time. ;) ).

They start back to school in a couple of weeks, and our conversion should really be humming around that point, so I expect to stay at my current post rate for the next few weeks, then be able to increase as things settle back down.

I am definitely still interested, and am enjoying the NPC interaction and second-guessing.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Her eyes crinkle in amusement at the man's clumsy advance, though she does then let her eyes widen as though with excitement at his offer. Taking her hand off her hip, she crosses her arms in front of her at the wrists, the picture of a demure lady. "Callista. Like Calistria. Surely you've heard of her, yes?"

She lets the hint settle in before a sly smile appears on her face, green eyes alight, "I appreciate you knowing that I am certainly not riff raff, Blind Oliver. You truly seem to have an eye for such things. And why must you make me buy my audience with Councillor Kinch with a drink when I would have been happy to oblige you for nothing? Why, I'm surprised you aren't married, such a handsome fellow as yourself."

Bluff: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25 She obviously has no desire to drink with him, and will avoid it if possible

Turning back to Cawmirth, she grins, starting to walk towards the wall of men, then through them, the whole time talking, "Oh, Cawmirth here? He is my traveling companion, though not in THAT regard, if you get my meaning." She winks lewdly at Blind Oliver before continuing. "He really is rather clever, if a bit bland. Don't let his manner catch you off guard, though. He is processing all of this right now...every word of this exchange, every action you and your associates are making. He will be sure to report favorably to the Councillor that you let the 'right' people through, and kept the wrong ones out." She grins again, continuing up the stairs (if allowed to).

Bluff: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36 If needed...Cawmirth might be that observant.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista's expression quickly becomes more relaxed as the atmosphere inside the Inn, though full of debate, doesn't seem as toxic as it might have been. She grins at a particularly raunchy comment from a patron, leading Cawmirth towards the line of standoffish-looking men at the base of the steps.

Once there, she smooths out her yellow dress, dipping into a shallow curtsy for whichever one appears to lead the small band (or barring that, the biggest-looking one). Her lips crease into a friendly smile as she gazes at said fellow, green eyes sweeping him up and down in an appreciative manner. She stands with her back slightly arched back, one hand on her hips, cocked slightly to the side, clothed in a conservative dress yet still putting her ample curves on display.

"Good day, gentlemen. My associate and I were wondering if we might have a word with Councilman Kinch? I pray he is accepting visitors at this time." Her smile, full of confidence, remains on her face, her expression one that is not used to being told 'no'.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

As Cawmirth waxes philosophical to her, taking plenty of time to make his point that he agrees with Kinch's stance, for the most part, Callista tries to hide her grin. At various times of his dialogue she makes as though she is trying to get a word in, though she is perfectly content to let him speak his peace. She couldn't let the Professor think that she was actually starting to enjoy his lengthy soliloquys, could she?

"My dear Cawmirth, I can change my appearance if you give me but ten minutes, but I agree with you. The best lies are the ones that are laced liberally with truth. I shall let you have your say to Kinch, then, and seek to sweep up the remnants should he not respond to your impassioned requests to represent Alastor on the national scale. I am pretty decent at reading people, so I shall be able to hopefully figure out if the man is sincere in his dealings with us." With that, she walks along beside the tengu, cursing her short legs as she struggles to keep up with his strange, bird-like gait.

As they approach the huge Inn, Callista glances about nervously. She had hoped to confront the man in the privacy of his own home. People were usually comfortable and secure in their dwellings, more apt to let their guard down. Plus, with his earlier performance, she was worried about the possibility of him whipping the crowd in the Inn into a frenzy if he suspected (rightfully) that these two were agents of Almas.

She takes a steadying breath, putting on a confident smile, and holds the door open for Cawmirth, gesturing him inside as she peers in the crowded building with her pale eyes, hoping to find the skilled orator.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

"Well then, we might still need to perform our snatch and grab job later this evening, then, just in a different residence, depending upon how your meeting with Thorn goes." Callista smirks, shrugging.

"The extra manpower would be great, but Kinch must be removed now. The Professor and I will see what we can, but even if he is sincere he is still a major firestarter in this border city. Thorn seems like he might be tied in, as well, but we 'know' Kinch is, whether as a sympathetic believer in representing his peoples' best interests or a Chelaxian agent intent on handing Alastor to the advancing Hellish armies."

"Let us be off." She moves up and gives Lavinia and Sebi each a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. "Be careful." She nods to the Professor, for once not teasing him or otherwise trying to make him uncomfortable, perhaps a symbol of the serious predicament they found themselves in."[/b]

Once everyone is ready, she changes her appearance, dressing up in a yellow gown, with shoulder sleeves and a relatively modest neckline. She intended to be a merchantess from Westcrown, coming to attempt to start trade negotiations with the soon-to-be free city of Alastor.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Correct, seconded.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista looks thoughtful, her eyes taking on a distant look as she taps her chin with her painted nails. "True. We must know if Kinch is just a true 'man of the people', or someone's paid s%!%-stirrer. Or something else. If we remove the man, we have to deal with the clamor that will undoubtedly arise. However...if we discredit him..." She grins at her companions, her look devious.

"Let us see where his loyalties lie. If we believe him to be a true enemy of the state, then we can manufacture a story, and evidence, that even the most fanatic separatist will despise. I believe the Professor here can likely produce a suitable forgery, and all we need is a document with Kinch's handwriting." She shrugs. "Should it come to that. Let us learn what we may."


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I'm down for either method. Honestly, whichever method would keep the most players involved is what I would vote for.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

That works for me, Alysandra. There's not a whole lot to add here, if we are withdrawing.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista watches grimly as the man orates, stirring the crowd into a frenzy. Not wanting to look out of place, she clenches her fist and shouts along with the rest of the noisy plaza, but her mind is troubled indeed. Kinch had progressed farther along than she had thought. With the fervor this group of people was in, he could likely take control of Alastor any day he so chose.

She turns her concerned gaze to her companions, subtly nodding back towards the Inn. She had seen enough. They needed to act, and soon. It might already be too late.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

"Seeing our esteemed councilor in action is something I am pining for, surely. As for dinner, that would be fine with me. I noticed you didn't mention our esteemed colleague Professor Cawmirth. What is he to do while we wine and dine with the elite?"

The priestess taps her chin, then grins. "Perhaps Cawmirth and I can go on a date of our own. See what there is to see around town. Dig up the local dirt and whatnot. We had such FUN doing it before." She chuckles throatily, her pale green eyes cutting over to the tengu.

"Perhaps we can pay a house call, as well. Try to tie up some loose ends, you know."


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I'm definitely down with that. Getting the measure of a potential enemy without calling undue attention to ourselves.

Edit: With her disguise kit, Callista currently has a +19 to disguise, if we opt for the simple route.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista, being accustomed to hiding her emotions when needed, keeps a straight face during the Professor's absurd proposal to Lavinia, though anyone paying close attention could see her eyes crinkle slightly in amusement as the ridiculous got to the ludicrous point. She thought she understood Cawmirth's ploy here, so merely looked to Lavinia, waiting for her reaction to the silly speech from the tengu.

Bluff: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29

Afterwards, she nods to Sebi. "Perhaps we can get some refreshments and retire to your room to discuss what might be next, Lady Moncrief? Perhaps a stroll through the city?" She shrugs, as though many options were available.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Fourthed.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista nods graciously to the Tien woman, a thin smile on her lips. "I appreciate your hospitality, Mistress Ling. You are a sight for sore eyes after a long travel and a day of climbing steps." She grasps a white towel, her green eyes closing at the sensation as she rubs the sweat from her skin, the heat soothing muscles not accustomed to this kind of physical labor.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33 To determine if the woman's attitude is indeed friendly and servile

"Your arrangements are wise, Captain. I shall enjoy spending the evening with you." Callista's manner is playful, the triple-entendre clearly amusing to her. She puts her hands on her lower back, stretching backwards in order to keep the muscles limber so they wouldn't tighten up on her. In truth, she wasn't too wore out...but traveling dignitaries wouldn't be expected to be in good shape, so she had to play her part in the facade.

Ignoring the Captain for now, as though she is just an upstart servant, she turns to Sebi and Cawmirth. "My friends, shall we relax and discuss things here in the city while we decide on where to dine this evening?"


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I would say that is a fair assumption, Phil.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista laughs melodiously at Cawmirth's refusal to play along with her, holding her hands up in mock travesty as they start towards their destination. Her face and manner remains animated as they discuss events along the way. As the talk turns to language, she shrugs. "I know only the common Taldane tongue and the Varisian dialect. Might I say that if this place was suggested by our esteemed councillor, that we make arrangements somewhere else? We could retain more of our privacy, and make observations based on his reaction to our refusal to use his accommodations."

Keeping her voice low, "I know Lavinia can move about silently, and I have a certain skill with it, as well. Figuring out Kinch's motive is paramount. Is he acting as a rogue, or a puppet of some higher power? We must know."


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Before they join up

Callista grins wickedly at Lavinia, "I appreciate your enthusiasm for the safety of my person, Captain. I'll try to make sure I make your job as easy as possible."

Later

The priestess smiles at Sebi, nodding. "Yes, let us go to this exclusive Inn you know of, friend. I am weary and seek a bit of refreshment, and perhaps a nap. You know the saying about all work and no play." The woman grins at the matriarch, then turns to Cawmirth.

"What a gallant tengu companion you have, my lady. Would you care to offer me your arm, sir? I am so very exhausted and could use a bit of support." Callista grins impishly, looking if anything more energized than before. She intended to enjoy herself as she worked, however, and not let this whole grim ordeal be any more dark than it had to be. They'd have plenty of time for moping and conspiring later.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista smiles encouragingly as the man offers them information on the rabble-rousing councillor, a plan forming in her mind even as he speaks. The fact that Kinch was married was unfortunate, but she had other means at her disposal, and had already seen Lavinia's capabilities at certain things. If there were dirt to dig up on this man, she had no doubt the two of them could manage.

"Thank you for your time, Maester Horn. Andoran is appreciative of its brave, loyal souls such as yourself. We shall endeavor to bring you the support you need as quickly as it can be managed." And that was the game...building hope while promising nothing. It was a tiring game, a sad game, but one that must be played. She curtsies once again to the man before walking with Lavinia to the entrance.

As they get out of earshot, the dark-haired Calistrian leans close to Lavinia, grinning as she whispers, "I think a little breaking and entering is in order, Captain. Such a change in behavior is unwarranted, and I wish to know what caused it. If he is compromised, I doubt Kinch will volunteer it to us."


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista continues along as Lavinia goes silent. "Indeed...we might even be able to spare a certain amount of coin for mercenaries if the situation truly was dire enough. But we need to be absolutely assured of the loyalty of Alastor before committing to her safety and well-being."

She thinks for a moment, pacing, eyes turned up in thought. "Tell me, Maester...tell me more of Kinch the man. Does he have weaknesses? Hungers? Is he too proud? Too vain? Too frugal? Is he married? We shall handle our wayward councillor, but we need information for such action. Anything you can offer would be appreciated." She turns a dazzling smile to the military man, knowing it probably won't get through his stoic persona. The effort itself might help sway the man, though.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista nods to herself, absorbing the man's manner and attitude. She could discuss it with Lavinia afterwards. Having been mentioned, she steps forward to Lavinia's side, offering a warm smile to the older man. Eschewing her normal playfully seductive manner, she takes a brunt approach to mirror the guard captain's.

"Sir, it is possible that help could be gathered, but we must know more of what is going on." She holds the carrot out to the man, promising nothing. "Tell us more of Jain Kinch. We have heard many things about him. Is he a rabble rouser, or a common people's man? And what is your position on the state of things here in Alastor? Is Thorn still in control?"

Perhaps he had already alluded to some of these answers, but Callista wanted to make certain before they proceeded. They needed to get this city back into the fold before any offers of help could be entertained.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista has no dress to pick up at this time, but still extends her hands in a curtsy to Horn anyway at the mention of her name and introduction. She smiles widely at the man, but remains silent, since he had initiated conversation with the guard captain. There were times to butt in and times to be assertive, but the priestess guessed that being a military man, he was well-structured and regimented, and being of high rank was used to having command of a situation and getting his questions answered. It would behoove them to play off this and make him feel secure and comfortable, for now.

Instead, she studied the man, noting the precision with which he composed himself. She also noted the intensity of his eyes, her brow furrowing ever so slightly at the possible wrinkle. She studies him further, trying to figure out if he has been magically tampered with.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista reaches forth, grasping Sebi's shoulder, then perhaps surprisingly, Cawmirth's. "Good luck, and be safe." She smiles before turning to join Lavinia on the exterior stairs.

"Well then, shall we go see what good Mr. Horn is up to, beyond not giving a damn? Perhaps he has lost his motivation..." Her ensuing chuckle and smile are both wicked, green eyes fairly dancing with mirth.

She proceeds to start towards their destination, keeping pace with the other woman, once again glad she has a companion of a similar height and build as herself. It was tiresome keeping up with taller people. Maybe that was one reason she had chosen Calistria, as everyone was more or less the same height on their back.

"Lavinia, how would you like to approach Horn? Shall we beat around the bush and milk information, or get straight to the point?" Callista's tone implies she has a preference among the two options, but she awaits the guard captain's words anyway.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista again thanks their host for his wonderful repast before joining with the others to determine what was next. "Lavinia, were you still wanting to talk to Horn? I believe Kinch is the key, along with Thorn, and Sebi will keep him well taken care of, I have no doubt." She turned and smiled at the tall woman.

She again turns to the guard captain, hands on her hips, "Do we secure votes to outvote the populist, or try to secure his aid? A trying proposition, either way." She taps her chin thoughtfully, sighing.

I'm ok with the previously agreed upon plan in the Discussion thread.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I apologize for my absence. A couple of the people who work for me have unexpectedly been out (mother-in-law passed away, very sick) and I have been pulling triple duty at work. I'll try to get caught up tonight.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista listens as she enjoys the gnome's flavorful repast, helping herself to many of their hosts offerings. She ate like a glutton, which indeed she was, owing must of her appealing body to her youth and plenty of exercise. Bread and jam was followed by a small bowl of the oatmeal, a handful of nuts thrown in. A plate of grapes and strawberries dipped in sweet cream follows, but her eyes hardly ever leave Onario as he tells them of the goings-on in Alastor.

Her green eyes lock onto Lavinia's as Onario tells them of Kinch, the priestess of an accord with the soldier captain. If Horn was staying out of things, but Kinch was spreading separatist fervor throughout the city, he would be their priority.

"Onario, you bear grave tidings, but it seems as though the situation can still be salvaged. Tell me of this Kinch. Is he a vain man? A ladies man? Does he have a fondness for drink? Tell us all you know of him, I beg."


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista steps forth, but remains a half-step behind Sebi, for now. She smiles at the gnome's energetic manner, absorbing his rapid fire speech with practiced ease. At his conclusion she speaks, a friendly tone used, "Onario, you do us great honor in receiving us in your home this day. I would indeed love breakfast and to hear of the goings-on in Alastor. I appreciate your offer of hospitality."

She bows slightly at the waist in a show of respect, smile still in place as she waits for a response from the elderly gnome.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista blinks rapidly, clearing the silvery sheen from her vision as she lets go of Sebi's hand. She cocks her head, smiling as she studies the clockwork owl. What a genius contraption! She notes with amusement the attitude of the guards and the tight confines.

Holding her head high, she speaks with confidence and authority, "Callista Jeggare, representative of the People's Council. Announce our presence to your master so he may attend us." Turning to the others, she grins in her excitement, flushing a pretty pink color.

The pressure was on, and Callista's mood was high, almost euphoric. She had always excelled when the stakes were high. She idly goes over her spells she has prepared as she waits for Sebi to announce herself.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I'm cool with either...likely because I don't have any. ;)


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista slips her hand into the matriarch's, smiling encouragingly before the taller woman closes her eyes. The priestess felt the adrenaline rush coming with their pending travel and work. She likened it to the rush she was almost sure a soldier felt before going forth to do battle, and in a way, it was. Not all battles were fought with sword and shield, after all, and the consequences were just as dire, if not more so.

With the knowledge that devils held sway over the Iron Keep, their was no reason to believe the same would not be true of other settlements in the region, as well. She prepares herself, wondering what they might be facing on the other side.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista certainly doesn't mind operating independently, if that is the group's decision. She only suggested the groups for safety reasons, as Alysandra pointed out.

I'd actually prefer to spread out, but am happy with whatever.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista nods, then stands, stretching as she gains her feet. "So Lavinia and I will talk to the Griffon master discretely while Sebi and Cawmirth call upon Thorn? Sounds excellent!" For a moment the Calistrian thinks that a change of wardrobe might be in order, but she dismisses the thought. Military types usually liked order and neatness, and the half-orc would likely appreciate Callista's current attire far more than a fluttery dress. He'd show her more respect, at any rate, so she hoped.

The priestess/merchant steps to the middle of the room, pale green eyes on Moncrief as she awaits their whisking away, wondering what it will feel like.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

I think she had mentioned sending all four with Sebi, giving her diplomatic weight as she actively and openly engages with Thorn.

Certainly open to other options, though?


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Callista chuckles, nodding. "Aye...can't very well be lighting fire signals or anything in our respective environs. Perhaps it would be best if we split in teams once again...that way nobody is alone." The Calistrian gives Lavinia a teasing grin before turning to the Professor.

"Professor, how about you decide who you'd rather team with? The lovely Sebi in her mission to completely bedazzle Thorn, or the less savory priestess of Calistria?" She laughs lightly, closing her eyes as she basks in the morning light.

"I wouldn't be able to call upon it until tomorrow, but I have a gift from my Lady that would enable such a communication, if we determine it is needed." She continues to lay there, smile upon her lips, pale skin practically shining in the sunlight as she relaxes while she can.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

"There is little reward without a certain level of risk." Callista gives that confident smile, an almost haughty look of self-assurance. She places her hands on her hips, giving her a spunky image with her hair pulled back as it is. Her earrings wink at the others in the morning light.

"I was rather hoping to see you climb about again, actually. You're quite well made, and climbing helps bring out your tone. It was breath-taking." The priestess chuckles, unlocking the door and waving the others inside.

"My associates will think me a liar if I keep popping back up after I have told them I was away on urgent business." She leads the way to the second floor, where a large flat dominates most of the structure. There are mirrors set up all over the place, possibly becoming disorienting as reflections move in reflections within reflections. A large, rather soft-looking bed sits in the corner by an east-facing window, and three large wardrobes stretch across the northern wall.

"There now...where were we? Ah, yes. I believe we were waiting from input from the Professor and Sebi." The priestess leads them to the eastern side of the room, proceeding to sit and then lay on the bed, hands laced behind her head.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

The Calistrian laughs at Cawmirth's crude pun, taking it all in stride. She fully believed in being true to one's self, even as she spent vast portions of her life living a public face while having a completely separate private life...and there was no use glossing over the facts, as they were.

At Lavinia's words of praise and thanks, Callista seems non-committal, though she smiles nevertheless. The people's gratitude didn't mean very much to Callista, honestly. It was the viewpoint of those in power that mattered to the ambitious priestess. She was wise enough to at least be polite, though. There was no use alienating her more patriotic companions.

"So while Sebi prances about with Thorn, do the rest of us split up, or stick together while we scout the intentions of the rest of this council? I know you worry for mine and the Professor's health, but conversating with and persuading five different people along a course of action takes time."


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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista gives Sebi a curious glance. "Why would it be difficult to hide your presence within Alastor? Surely with the glamors I know you can create you could remain hidden or mask your identity?"

The priestess then shrugs, tied up hair bouncing softly with the motion. "Still, getting a feel for the politics should be our number one goal, I agree. If the council is no more than a farce, we'll concentrate on Thorn, agreed."

"I think the first order of business is to figure out if this Thorn is married." Callista flutters her eyelashes at Sebi, grinning.


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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista laughs, shaking her head. "Good morning, love. You give me too much credit, I think. I believe you were forestalling, whilst I was busy looting. But I appreciate the sentiment, at any rate." She winks at the woman, brushing an errant lock of her bangs out of the way. "Besides, long nights kind of come with the territory when you serve The Lady in the Room, although what happens during the night is always up for debate."

The woman grins deviously, looking at Lavinia's guards for their reactions before settling her gaze on the woman herself. She smiles knowingly, drawing close to the woman. "I was expecting you first, truth be told. The discipline of a soldier lends itself to a routine, while our matriarch and librarian have led a softer life, I think. Still, I suppose we can start laying plans."

The woman continues to smile, though in a more friendly and less predatory way than the previous day. "We are going to Alastor, I believe the consensus was. It seems as though the people there won't be hostile to our mission, though the presence of a council as opposed to an individual does lend itself to problems. Perhaps we should figure out which council-members hold sway, beyond for Thorn, and approach them individually?"


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

The priestess awakes early, as is her routine. In her 'religious' dealings, she has gotten used to late nights and early mornings. She keeps her bed by a window, just in case her internal clock is a bit jumbled, so that the pale rays of the morning sun can shine down on her, the light waking her. Such was the case this morning, Callista rising and immediately squinting as the bright sunlight assailed her.

She sighed, allowing herself a couple of minutes of relaxation, enjoying the soft comfort of her mattress, before she rose and hopped immediately into the cold waters of her bath. She shivered, but dutifully scrubbed herself, pouring a generous amount of expensive shampoo into her hand and working it through her thick brown mane. She stepped out of the tub, drying herself as she looked through her remaining wardrobe. She spends several moments perusing the garments before finally selecting a pair of form-fitting black leather leggings, squeezing herself into them inch by inch. For a top, she chose a bright yellow cotton shirt, the sleeves barely existent, the neckline coming to a V that ends at her sternum, exposing a generous glimpse of the pale flesh of her breasts.

Nodding in satisfaction as she looked in a mirror, she brushed her hair quickly, pulling it back into a simple tail this morning. A bit of makeup, and she was ready to go. She went to her knees, starting her morning devotion to her goddess, eyes closed and hands on the floor. For an hour she stayed in this position, hardly moving as she communicated with her goddess, asking, then begging for Her favor this day.

Once this was done, she went downstairs, grabbing her pack on the way and slinging it over a shoulder as she made her way outside, looking bright and fresh as she awaited hr companions. She chuckled, wondering what kind of condition they would be in.


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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Putting the coins and frog back into her pack, Callista yawns as Sebi and Cawmirth start to talk about deciphering the diary and all the gobbledegook on the walls. The priestess feigns interest long enough to wait for a break in the conversation before speaking, "It's been a long night. As much as I want to stay up with you party animals, I think I need some sleep. Unless one of you ladies wants to come warm my bed this evening? Professor?" She laughs, voice melodious as she begins to move away. She doesn't expect company, needless to say, bunch of prudes that they were.

"Meet me at my establishment in the morning? Well, later in the morning? Cawmirth knows the way. Good night, all." Callista makes her way through the streets to her residence, tired but with a determined gait. She cursed her body's need for sleep, as time was of the essence, but she wouldn't be doing herself or her team any favors by performing at less than optimal levels.

She makes it to her place, sliding a key in the door and quietly opening it, then locking it behind her. She thinks to make her presence known, then shrugs, quietly padding to her upper room flat, where she promptly drops into her bed, her exhaustion quickly taking her to the land of dreams...where two beautiful angels awaited her, along with a man with rent flesh, bound in chains.

Ready to proceed to morning, if all others are ok with it. Likely will change my spell list.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

The Calistrian fades back into view as the others exit the building, a thin journal in one hand, a haphazard sheaf of papers in the other. She grins at Cawmirth, practically thrusting the items at the tengu. "There you go, fine sir! It seems as a Professor of Linguistics, these are right up your alley!"

She backs away, reaching into her pack and pulling out a pouch heavy with coin and a jadestone frog. She whispers a short enchantment, checking for the telltale signs of magic, focusing it down on the frog to determine if it is just a pretty ornament, or more than that.

"I also found these on the desk. I'm sure the coins will be of use in aiding our mission, and the frog could be used as a bribe or an item, depending on its properties or lack thereof." Her bright green eyes are full of excitement, even though the signs of a long night are starting to show under her eyes.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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A demon! So that was why Lord Junsar had turned his cloak! The poor bastard was probably nothing but a walking host to his b~%*# daughter at this point, a puppet doing the bidding of Kirilli and through her, the Lady of Pain.

Callista finally relaxes as the corpse grows still once again, giving the man a brief sympathetic look before she slips out the door to await her companions. As far as she knew, chains were still in him, and she had no desire for a second performance of the disturbing dance the chains had done when they first entered.


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The priestess remains silent, absorbing every word the spirit spews forth. Isn't that how it usually happened? You grasped for one thing, made a deal with forces greater than yourself, then find out it wasn't what you planned? She shakes her head silently, wondering who this Lady was.

Still a bit antsy, she remains invisible, giving Sebi quiet with which to work her sorcery.


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38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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The game is ultimately as good as the efforts of the players AND GM. Thank you, as well! :)


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista stops near the door, silent as a mouse, keeping an eye on the goings-on while maintaining her invisibility. The man appeared quite dead, but she didn't trust those chains one bit. She might be overthinking things, but it sure seemed like they were being lulled into complacence.

Pale green eyes narrow as Sebi chants another spell, likely attempting to speak with the spirit of the man. The priestess stayed at the ready, muscles taut, expecting the worst.

Stealth: 1d20 + 17 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 20 = 46


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
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AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Callista stands there, mouth agape, as Lavinia makes a sorry mess of Kasoval Opus. She is glad she is invisible, as the look of surprise on her face would be quite telling. She eyes the broken heap of the man suspiciously, having seen the chains retract into the man like so many snakes retreating into their holes, the scent of the Nine Hells filling the area with its nose-curling aroma.

Not trusting the poor man's corpse on the floor, or really, whatever was inside his corpse, she continues to pad around invisibly, making her way towards the door. She had no intention of getting near the man, abomination or no, and they had plenty of evidence to pore over in the meantime.


38/38 HP, Active Conditions:
Stats:
AC 17; Touch 12; Flat-Footed 15 | F: +5; R: +5; W: +9 | CMD 16 | Init: +1 | Perception: +4

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 Totally missed this earlier

Callista's head cocks to the side in curiosity as she hears Lavinia's exclamation, hearing the subtle rise in her voice that indicated emotion in addition to duty. Hmmmm...a chink in the woman's proverbial armor, perhaps. A possibility to explore another time.

She studies the wounded man, a disgusted, sympathetic look on her face as she circles around the room, waiting for her visible companions to make the first move. She wanted to trust the pitiable man, but being wrapped up in chains with a bunch of strange script didn't exactly inspire confidence or trust.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

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