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The name is Misty. Misty f*%%ing Mae. You would save me? *She coughs and hacks for a moment, clearing a nice chunk of phlegm from her throat* Why? You don't know me or what I am. Are you trying get me to convert to your religion or something? All spiffy-looking as you are you could be one of them damn priests always extolling about the evils in people's heart....

Keegan throws up his hands in mock devensiveness.

"See, now, eh? I's not in th' business of pretending to think on like dealings of a sweet young devotchka such as yourself."

He runs his hand through his hair, leaving a portion of it mussed and muddy.

"Besideways, ev'ryone's got room for evil in their hearts, doesn't you say?"

She fights back admirably for a moment, then her strength fails her and she is forced to drink the potion. Gasping for air she looks up at Keegan, a look that seem to be shocked outrage and mild curiosity, and speak, " What the hell was that stuff! Is it some sort of medicine or a poison? Who, by Gorum's ballsack, are you?!"

I've know a couple women that fit this girl's profile IRL, hope you don't mind the personality!

"Name's Keegan f$+!in' Cawley, luv."

He gives an exaggerated bow.

"You aren't dead-like now, eh? What do ye savvy about that, now?"

Her eyes narrow at Keegan's offer...."What is it? Are you trying to drug me?" She doesn't seem to trust clean-cut men too much...ironic, huh?

You have no idea.

"Hmmm..."

Keegan decides then and there that tact is indeed overrated, and attempts to force the potion down her throat.

Clean Keegan wrote:

The False DM wrote:

Keegan- There are several ladies in the line, pick a type of woman and roll me a diplomacy check.

The shiny type. Diplomacy: 11 + 1 = 12

Keegan grabs a couple of vials on the way out of Laural's shop, whistling creepily.

Keegan spots a tattooed and prolifically pierced Varisian woman of about 19 that looks quite dark and dangerous despite being nearly unconscious from the Taint. Her tattoos tell a story of hard-fought freedom and several sport imagery of death and love intermingled. Her thrice-pierced eyelids snap open as he approaches and her lithe muscles go taunt, like a cornered animal preparing to rip the throat from a bigger predator. Her dark, full lips part and she speaks a word as a growl, "What?! Take care fiend for I am not undone yet." Her words hold a hard edge but there is some give in her eyes, a......question.....about the clean image of Chelaxian man standing before her.

Shiny enough for you? ;P Your move Keegan.

Well, this isn't awkward at all...

"Need any o' this?" He doesn't know exactly whether the young woman is entirely awake or not, but it never hurts to ask.

Keegan raises one of the vials, swirling its murky contents.

Keegan- There are several ladies in the line, pick a type of woman and roll me a diplomacy check.

The shiny type. Diplomacy: 11 + 1 = 12

Keegan grabs a couple of vials on the way out of Laural's shop, whistling creepily.

Keegan looks about for any opportune damsels to rescue from the throes of the Blackscour.

Hosz, that was good. Shiny, Clean Keegan is very cool, but looks supiciously like Raph. Could they have been twins separated at birth?

Hey, you never know.

Keegan wanders around looking bored, occasionally staring bemusedly at an unattended corpse, abandoned home, or lost child. He's having enough of a time remembering why exactly he agreed to go on the little expedition, much less why he isn't getting paid, or where the hell Raphael went.

There isn't anyone in the town that Keegan was ever attached to, and, though he wishes he didn't, feels a bit of satisfaction knowing that the hellhole he has called home of twenty-seven years is on the verge of collapse. Finally growing bored of the rest of the group's caterwauling, he wonders if he should follow Jaden, or merely go looking for some food.

Jaden does not wait for anytime to pass on makeing land, he(and i asume Keegan will also be close) Jaden double times it to the healer, hopeing the other will understand not waiting up for those who can't keep pace

"We will meet at the healer's hut. We will step it out, do not worry about keeping up. Laural needs what we have."

"Righty-sir, then."

He pauses.

"Why did I agree to do this again, eh?"

A wicked grin spreads across Keegan's face.

Faldor pulls out his ration and begins eating at the oats and dried fruit he had forgotten about. Not fully enjoying the dried meat and hard bread and cheese that comes in most rations Faldor loves the trail mix.

All the while humming to himself and actually thinking the boat ride won't be too bad today.

Bluff to look innocent
1d20+11=30

Keegan stretches, yawning, his serrated teeth looking even more disconcerting next to his newly clean and scrubbed countenance.

"I feels shiny, I does. Fabulous, even."

Ha! Another asleeps in a pools of bloods.

We cannots tunes downs any lowers!

Bands are cools

What is wrong with these dumb dildos! Dey sends us all da free coffees in de world, but don't tells us how to COOK it!