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I believe mine is as well

Chrysa frowns at the light, thinking of the Fae as she does so.

perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (11) + 21 = 32

She looks for traps before opening the door.

perception: 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 21 + 2 = 33

Chrysa spends a few moments searching the kitchen, wary of being 'attacked' by nothing again, but still wanting to be thorough.

"We should clear this build first." Chrysa rubs her throat once again, and then leads the party toward the unexplored floor.

unless anyone objects of course.

Chrysa reaches up and runs her finger along the new scar "No." is all she says with a deep hate in her voice normally reserved for the Fae. "If we didn't wish for answers, burning the place down without setting another step further would be preferable."

Tikroch went to the roof already?

Chrysa nods at the suggestions. "Do any of you had dealings with spirits before?" she asks, her own memories shifting to a piano player not so long ago, as she searches the room.

perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22 and finds Nothing!

A great place to post from :)

"I felt the pain of being stabbed." Chrysa explains. "A feeling I am familiar with rather recently." she nods to the blood stain on the floor.

"Part of our gardener story, do you think?"

religion to identify: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 = 19
perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28

Chrysa's dark eyes look for the threat, while her mind tries to figure out what is happening.

Chrysa gave a quick summary of the book, not spending time to read it through (she does speak Alko). It did have a rather horrific introduction, a result in run on sentences, inventive grammar, and pompous pontifications. "All security is an illusion, whether it is purses, minds, or books. All that is needed is enough persistence and sooner or later all is spilled out." the baroness gives out a small smile, as if remembering a particular vivid spilling, then she slips slips both books in her pack, and then gestures to the wooden doors. "Let's clear the rest of the floor before continuing up."

perception for traps and dangers: 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 21 + 2 = 26 been forgetting good hope :)

perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30

After a quick look for danger and treasure, Chrysa will go further into the chamber to investigate the bedroom.

religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Chrysa notes what she saw, but doesn't know anything else to try, and doesn't know if it is worth spending time on. "Let's explore the rest of the upstairs, in case there is a wayward scout hiding there, before becoming caged in downstairs."

"Interesting" Chrysa says at one of the basins "Senna, can you scan them for magic?" she asks the sorcerous after explaining what she saw. "an illusion, or just a long day, neither seem concerning, but it might speak to something else."

Chrysa nods "We have a neried and an undead gardener to discover. Joys from above and below it seems." she looks at the others "We'll explore, find out what we can about the oddities here. Cast whatever preparation you wish, then we'll start with this floor first." Chrysa indicates the entry way with the two doors. "To the west, then loop around." or whatever direction the left is on the map

Chrysa will spend time looking for traps at every door, unless someone is better at it, and cautiously listening for monsters.
perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (12) + 21 = 33

"Thank you" Chrysa tells the sorcerous as her armor is repaired, rents and dents are not very baroness-y. At Naomi's rumors, she smiles but then let's her mind wander to what she knows about similar bizarre situations. "I find that dangerous aberrations such as these tend to be the cause of the fae, more than it isn't." her dislike of them are well known.

knowledge planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
knowledge nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
knowledge arcane: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
knowledge dungeoneering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
knowledge local: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
knowledge religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Almost in amusement, Chrysa points out "Most of the people in this room are dead by the very hands that seek to show mercy now so they will declare murder no matter the truth of the matter. Especially since you plan on releasing 'witnesses'." the woman shakes her head with a smile "If my tone before was unclear, I care not what is done with them, since I was not the one to capture them. The hearts of such of these are already won by lie or coin, no matter."

In her mind she finds a memory, of her and Soph bitterly arguing whether to hang or release bandits so long ago. Which might be the true source of the smile.

Chrysa's gaze shifts to Mila "By saying 'inclined to' I believe she was stating that was her wish, while leaving deference to my authority in place in case my arrogance demanded acknowledgement. It is called tact, Mila. While it is unnecessary, it is appreciated." there is a ghost of a smile on her lips

Chrysa nods, simple and accepting. Turning her attention then to the former Ambassador "Do you plan to run away with him?"

Ignoring the prisoners, she turns to her companions. Normally she would simply kill these two now that their usefulness is done, but she did nothing in this fight other than fall, so she looks to them and asks "What is your plan with them?"

"Healed by a thousand cuts" Chyrsa says, then gives the tattoo artist a tired smile, including a "Thank you." as she stands, her iron will lost to pure gratitude in that moment.

Then she retrieves her swords, sliding them into the scabbards at her hips "Tell me what happened" she asks from anyone willing to do so.

assuming everything is told.

"Ah, a trap. Upsetting, but worse than upsetting is having to respect that louse of a king just a little bit. Setting this all up, deceiving his people, giving them an enemy to unite and hate. It is masterful. Sadly."

"We should make sure, before turning our attention to this curse... not that we care if this man's land is cursed" she mutters as she carefully starts to look around, making sure none of the 'poison' crates or bottles are trapped.

"Do your... companions... know anything about reinforcements or any additional scouts in the area?" she asks Naomi.

perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (5) + 21 = 26 if she thinks they have a significant amount of time, she'll take 20
alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

she'll check the dead, especially looking for notes or anything that indicates any kind of communication or alarm(additional) using detect magic on each. Then she'll start with the crates. Then looking over the place for anything that might help/hurt/interesting, cause while she is a baroness with a kingdom and wealth aplenty, she is an adventurer at heart, which means LOOT!!

if you need additional perception checks for the other things.
perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41 crates
perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28 building

At one point, she'll ask Naomi, "What do you plan to do with them?" she'll nod to the prisoner and the charmed.

Chrysa's dark eyes shoot open, her hands not going to her swords but to check her torso for injuries, which are covered in them. "You won?" she asks the crouching druid above her.

additional attack from haste
short sword fey bane: 1d20 + 20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 20 + 5 - 4 = 40
damage: 1d6 + 13 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 4 = 18
crit confirmation
short sword fey bane: 1d20 + 20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 20 + 5 - 4 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 13 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 4 = 21

also here are all the others with the rolls increased by 5/4, think I got it all now
short sword fey bane: 37
damage: 19
short sword fey bane: 25
damage: 21
short sword of brilliance: 29 ignore armor/shield bonus
damage: 18
short sword of brilliance: 18 ignore armor/shield bonus
damage: 14
hair: 16
damage: 7

short sword fey bane: 1d20 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 20 - 4 = 32
damage: 1d6 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
short sword fey bane: 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 15 - 4 = 20
damage: 1d6 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
short sword of brilliance: 1d20 + 19 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 19 - 4 = 24 ignore armor/shield bonus
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
short sword of brilliance: 1d20 + 14 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 14 - 4 = 13 ignore armor/shield bonus
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
hair: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 11 - 4 = 11
damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3\

goodness, not great rolls there, chalk it up to being hurt, she will not last another round without healing so, was going to bounce away, but with the other two stunned, I'm not sure they would stay up. And never let the healer fall if you can. So avenge dear Chrysa if you can. +2 AC for fighting defensive.

Chrysa is not in a good position due to blood and space, but does her best to make the attacker of Senna pay at least a little before going down.

Chrysa sees Tik's reaction and needs to be able to see what is coming. Quickly the dashes forward and cuts down the curtain, letting her allies have a better viewpoint. "They are behind the columns" she indicates with her swords both left and right.

fighting defensively

perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35
spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

figured three figures, three spells.

alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Chrysa had dabbled in alchemy, mainly to help her own industry, so she looked over the ingredients to get an idea of what is going on as their fake fae investigates.

Chrysa did not feel the need to order any of these people to stay alert and watch for ambushes and traps. They were all professional. Her own dark eyes tracked all they could as she carefully crossed the entry room floor.

slowly, waiting for Senna's mage hand reveal
perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (17) + 21 = 38

For a moment, Chrysa considers the door (assuming there is one) down into the building. "Scouting would be wise, but trouble could lead to separation. Division of force has plenty of applications, but in this one I believe it could be problematic." she sighed, then nodded "We return to the others, then continue our advancement."

keep the team together! :)

While Senna deals with the bleeding woman, the baroness looks out of the watchtower, trying to see any dangers on their path, or anywhere.

perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (18) + 21 = 39

surprise attack, brilliant energy(ignores armor): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (18) + 21 = 39
damage: 1d6 + 12 + 5d6 ⇒ (2) + 12 + (6, 2, 5, 6, 5) = 38
confirmation: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (8) + 21 = 29
damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Debilitating Injury: hampered if she takes sneak attack damage

Chrysa had experimented a little with the weapon handed to them as their prize, so she felt familiar enough to use it as a second sword. A sword she felt fitting to strike the first strike against its former owner.

She floats behind the guard rams the light sword into her back.

Chrysa's dark eyes go as cold as death as she looks on Tikroch's new form. A moment passes before she dismisses whatever gut reaction was pushing forward. "I agree. Use their gifts as needed." she gives him a nod and moves on.

nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"We want both" Chrysa answered simply. "We have been delayed a day, during which your 'departure' from Pitax could have easily been relayed. I am certain your skills could be applied to a prisoner just as easily?" a question asked with a raised brow.

"I can access the tower." Chrysa can fly "... remain hidden reasonable well" +23 stealth "... and can silence someone quickly." meaning kill them. "After that, we can decide to use words or weapons."

"Tikroch, do you have the capacity to scout? Knowing if there is any benefit of going to the other buildings would save time, but the enemy is aware of your abilities, and probably expects us, so don't take chances." the baroness slips her blades out of their sheaths, and waits to see his answer.

Let's assume Chrysa's question is before Senna cast her buffs, so if Tikroch wants to scout, it doesn't take more resources.

Chrysa laugh again, managing not to get caught unaware this time and avoid the snort "No. Um... corset training started when I could walk, sword training started only after I parted ways."

She stops "The main gates are all yours" she gestures to the <insert description from Jedi>

Chrysa nods, without worry "Trust can be many things. Gained bit by bit, worked on with patience and respect. Or smashed into you by a unique horrifying experience. Soph and I gained ours that way. We were paired together by chance it seemed, and butted heads at nearly every turn." she smiled, wistful in memory "You might have heard enough about the two of us to see we approach problems in Very different ways."

"But then something happened, something only the few that lived through it will ever know the details of and now... well I help protect a realm that give harbor to the fae..." rumors of her prejudice are true it seems "... not because I trust them, or ever will." there is a dark memory there that will also not come out today "But because I TRUST her. Simple easy and unfortunately exploitable. My 'family' would be So disappointed." she mocks lightly.

She continues to stride down the path "If trust can be coin as you stated, consider what I have said to be payment for the future."

The ruthless iron baroness of the north laughs. A startled snort, unladylike and unexpected, shattering any image someone might have of her. "Wearing armor all the time is rather uncomfortable, so anything less restrictive when I find a moment is a luscious treat." she smoothes out the dress a bit, maybe showing the tiniest amount of self consciousness. But it is fleeting as her hands curve around her hilts "These though I cannot be without. While Soph and I would die for each other, there are those from the good people of Gliocas that think I am bewitching their lady and I will eventually betray her. To the point, killing me would be worth the punishment. I am not worried, but wearing these makes the brave not be so brave, if you understand."

She leads Senna down the streets "I saw you in the sky" her eyes looking over as they walk. Not elaborating since it is not needed in the least "Are you ready to tell your story?" there is not even the slightest hint of pressure in her voice, just curiosity.

The night before
Chrysa answers. Dressed simply in a loose dress, she looks much less dangerous out of her black armor. She did of course answer the door with a sword in her hand, since she is not an idiot, even in the safety of her second-home country. This one singes her dress like it hand been left in the fire for an hour, but does not touch the lady's flesh the same way.

She sheathes it when she sees the knocker "One moment, and I will accompany you." she fixes her swordbelt around her waist, slips on a pair of slippers, and puts away a file from her dressing table into a drawer. "Shall we?" she gestures and accompanies.

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"There are rumors enough around about that. Must already assume I am a relation, so the secret is out." there is a moment of resting her hand on her stomach with that dark iron gaze looking into the distance.

gather information on the abbey: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (6) + 23 = 29
time: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Chrysa had somehow gotten a stack of reports in a maddening sprawl of a script, which she had been reading as the others give their accounts and Soph does her augury.

Once it was over, "A day delay seems... risky." she says, but notices the weariness of the others. Resources and general devastation of conditions. "Hmmm, hurry could lead to failure." she rises. "Sophiel, if you have enough resources left, accompany me to the Fall so we can retrieve additional clerics to aid." her own head advisor was a cleric of Pharasma nearly as accomplished in power as Soph herself.

for information on Whiterose
knowledge geo: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
local: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

Chrysa looks at the tattoo artist, her eyes moving to the equipment that marks Senna as more than what she is portraying. "A lot of people will die today, Senna. People that just want to go through their normal boring day. You can go... or stay, that is your choice." there is emphasis on the word Your.

She then focuses her attention on Donovan's ideas. She nods and looks at Naomi "Have you been to the abbey before?"

Her eyes start with amusement, then turn as cold as the endless dark. "Naomi Ravasz, I know not if this is another game or the truth. I will not gamble on the lives of my people so I must treat your warning as truth. But be assured..." the small woman's voice holds an edge that could peel the skin from the other woman, without mercy or hesitation "... if it is not..." she does not finish the statement, since it is unnecessary.

She whips her attention to the massive druid only steps away "Take her to Soph, have her warn her about all she knows about the attack." she looks to the others "Ideas how to get the rest of us to this Abbey." it is a quiet order but still an order.

Chrysa shrugs slightly, unconcerned, the rod still held out to Senna. It may be that she is testing the merchant, wondering what means she has to identify a treasure such as this. Also might be she is confident in her ability to take it back if need be.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 ???
spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Chrysa continues to show interest in the aberrations the far from simple tattoo artist exhibits. "Your suggestion has merit." the baroness slips the rod out of her belt and hands it to Senna. "It is heavier than it looks, but otherwise I've not had time to investigate it." or lock it under the vaults of the Fall while the hag mother herself can chant out its secrets.

ignore that part then, but she is completely suspicious of everything he does

As the ranking member of the delegation, Chrysa steps forward. Her dark eyes narrow on the king, suspicion strong in her soul, but refusing made no sense. "On behalf of the chief governing entity of the Gliocan people... I accept this prize." Chrysa holds out her hand, slipping around the shaft and pulling it away. Never taking her eyes off the oddly satisfied ruler.

The baroness places her hand on Tikroch's arm "Some cannot accept their defeat was simply because the other side was Better." her statement while directed to soothe her companion's temper was directed at the opposing ruler. "The games were well played, the... additions just another obstacle, nothing more." Chrysa's posture was relaxed, but those that know her could see she is ready to dive forward and gut the first person to show their true colors.

sense motive: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (18) + 21 = 39 wary for danger, is it coming?
knowledge local: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18 wondering what the previous 'rewards' for the festival have been

diplomacy aid: 1d20 + 23 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 23 + 1 = 30

"Your dog is off his leash, Irovetti. I'd thought you would have more control over your beasts than that." her voice holds a hint of disappointment, as if she actually thought better of the King than that.

Chrysa does manage not to laugh outloud, just barely. Politics demand so much from a ruler.

Chrysa gathers the hints, seeing a softening, or at least an understanding. She smiled at the bodies comment, counting the number of bodies silently in her head.

"I must give it thought then, since there is weight in the decision." her mind had already made up its mind, just hadn't formed a clear picture of just what symbolized it.

bluff: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (6) + 21 = 27

"I have" the other woman answers, after a brief pause acknowledging the silent push. A push that impresses and confirms that Chyra's interest in the artist is warranted.

"I believe one's first should attempt a summation of self. A difficult task. So I have been thinking what that would be.
Most who see me immediately look to these..." her gloved fingers reach up to trace the wicked sharp twisted root like horns. "Wondering what I am. But I am just human, slightly cursed. Next they hear whispers of my past, the little girl bandit, robbing and killing with the best of them. But that was simple survival no matter the thrilling tale.".

Chrysa's dark eyes watch Senna, searching for what rumor has sparked the interest.

"Self might easiest be defined with what is most important to the person. And most would suggest the Fall for me, given what I have done to birth it." another pause, weighing "It is my will, my duty, my strength, but... My All is my family."

There.

A smile reaches her lip, some mix of wicked and warm "But for me ... Family is who you choose it to be, not that you are born with."

"Maybe my decision would be easier led by an expert such as you?" a not so subtle message of ask me what you will