"Yes, this is RARGHG," Desseer confirms. "Trox that focuses on high damage hits. Great against enemies with high DR that can't be overcome." He then looks between the sparring partners. "RARGHG is right, I need to speak with you. You have someone making maneuvers here in Cinder. Do you have any more I should know about?"
He stretches and walks over as well, his voice is as smooth as velvet and welcoming, "Honestly, I don't know what you speak of. I am here with Thorin and Hrothgarn Jotunsmith as diplomatic envoys between our great guilds. I know of no one else making maneuvers on behalf of our great guild. Though Arthur has his ways, and this is the first time I have been in this city. Should we discuss inside, or I could spar with someone else? If there was anyone watching us, they would surely have fled for their lives."
RARGHG and Dom, step outside probably to the street.
RARGHG:
His AC would be a 44 as he didn't cast shield. Mage armor is always on. Thank you eternal wands!
She had hit Dom once: 75 damage. Then 2 rounds of healing: 30. So only 45 damage by the end of round 5. Oh wait with the -4 on nonlethal... yup she missed.
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Yeah, cleave and great cleave could do wonders!
He laughs and merrily says, "You nearly hit me multiple times! If you struck me a few times I would have needed to retreat to heal up. But as you said it was merely a spar. You are amazingly strong! You made me work for my defense, most of those I have faced can't hit me even as I stand. But we are players so it makes sense we hold true power. Do you have another form? Oh I also didnt use my punishing kicks which may have made you prone and staggered. I hope to see your fighting skills in the future."
He smiles and simply states, "Of course I have nothing else to do and would welcome some exercise. Are we going all out and should go out to the courtyard or the street; but you said spar. So yes we can fight here and see who is knocked out first. Let me take off a few of my magical items...
Okay! Come at me!"
Round 1
He waits for you to make the first move then unloads a flurry of blows.
140 damage without DR applied... looking to see if I bypass that Lawful DR...Nope that is 10th level. So 140-30=110 damage nonlethal, except for the cold he can't turn off. It would be +3d6 for each hit in cold if he was hitting with everything.
Removed: Frozen Amulet of Mighty Fists (Wish)
+2 to unarmed attack and damage, +1d6 cold damage (Frost), Can only be used by Lawful Half Dragon
Dominique stands up from his meditative stance. He walks towards her. He oozes charisma, his voice smooth and confident as he addresses the chitinous creature—not as a horror of plates and mandibles, but as if it were a radiant beauty worthy of admiration. His words glide with warmth and sincerity, turning revulsion into allure, and for a moment the creature seems almost flattered, its alien presence softened under the weight of his effortless charm. "Well hello there, what are you looking for?" He steps forwards and touches your scales with a graceful sweep.
He nods and moves quickly. You find the Craterlord's head mounted and eight of his guards as well. Dom waiting patiently for you to areive. Each head was pierced and frozen in place. "As you requested?"
He brings forth many gem encrusted items. Some glowed, others simply good craftsmanship. He didn't seem to know which were magical unless it was obvious.
With a sultry smile that seems to penetrate your beating heart, making it go faster, "I found a few baubles of note. I believe these are magical. Though please make a sweep with detect magic to see if I missed anything." Even to his words you are sure he found all the magical items.
He then easily leads Myriana into the bowels of the complex to find the Craterlord. There he asks blatently before the Craterlord, "You want me to knock him out first" He lets any attacks come at him and dodge unless it would hit Myrianna then he takes the attack, likely still deflected.
The craterlord had indeed shot Dom with a pair of flintlock pistols. Then he cowers behind his desk. He does question, "What do you want? Are you the monsters making chaos? You must be. I can pay you, please don't kill me."
He coughs and states, "If you don't want the direct approach as I offered. Then we could go in as entertainment. I am a really good dancer. Say the word and I will get us into this 'warehouse'."
In a blurr a figure appears running down the street and quickly comes to stop beside you. He charismatically offers, "Arthur sends his regards, do you need my services?"
He offers, "I will go investigate that ward other there, you head South and see who you can funnel this way." With that said he zips off with astounding speed.
"If our allies are the cause of this, they'd better have a tale worth telling,"
He eyes the giant, "Oh sir, calling them allies would be a far stretch. I believe we have a non aggression pact at the most to the least of understanding to not be in each other's way."
We teleport out of the Dragon Glory's Guildhall. To an obelisk. Then after a 10 minute cool down you teleport to another obelisk. From there you travel by foot for a half hour until you come to the Northern Gate. There you enter into a merchant ward and it looks relatively vacant. There are no people on the streets and only a few guards.
If you approach a guard they ask, "Whom do you serve?"[/qoute]
"Greetings we serve a higher purpose. What is going on? We are here to help."
He happily states, "then we go as emissaries of Dragon's Glory! Do you want to stop by their guild first or head towards Cinder? Indeed Hrothgarn would be a welcome addition." He rolls his eyes, knowing full well they are nearly brothers and that they both trust me well enough.
He backs up, letting Thorin have his space. Slyly, he states, "That is up to you. They know who I am, Arthur, Domoyuku, and Lillith. You could come in as just an adventurer or as a full-fledged member of Dragon's Glory. Which will it be? This is more of a diplomatic mission, but we gather information as well, anyway." Arthur nods in agreement.
He comes out of another teleportation circle and comes up to give Thorin a big hug. Knowing full well it will make him uncomfortable. You can feel his healing aura wash over you. "So we heading up to Cinder then. I heard that is where they are heading." The charisma literally oozing out of him.
"None of them seemed to really engage with us. Well when the time comes there will be a clash and our guild will decimate them. To the Dwarves then!" A shadow wraps around him and he offers his hand. Then teleports them to the northern outpost of the Dwarven kingdom.Unless you want to do something specific, I will present options.
He casually walks in from outside and stops seeing the confrontation. But then relaxes and walks over to Iris and Myrianna. He charismatically asks, "Is there anything I can do for you?! Anything." He holds a tray of chilled glasses and a mixture of different drinks ready to serve.
sense motive DC 13:
The message was suppose to lead to possible charnel instead it seems more like he is peddling drugs.
bluff:1d20 ⇒ 1
You can use Bluff to pass hidden messages along to another character without others understanding your true meaning by using innuendo to cloak your actual message. The DC of this check is 15 for simple messages and 20 for complex messages. If you are successful, the target automatically understands you, assuming you are communicating in a language that it understands. If your check fails by 5 or more, you deliver the wrong message. Other creatures that receive the message can decipher it by succeeding at an opposed Sense Motive check against your Bluff result.
He walks out of Heather's hut and introduces himself! "I am Dominique Silverstone of Dragon's Glory, The Lightning. May our guilds flourish and grow together!"
He is a very charismatic and imposing figure of thickly corded muscles which you can see on his mostly exposed arms. The Elven white spider silk kimono covers him with grace, the minor colors expressing fealty to the guild. With the turn of his head, many swoon at his smile.
A towering figure of 7’1” and 300 pounds of pure muscle and sinew, Dom is larger than any half-orc you have seen. His nearly perfect white skin seems like it has never seen the sun. There are silver scales that cover nearly the rest of his body. His copper-colored spiky hair is kept short. A mithril headband of beauty rests upon his temples with light blue sapphires augmenting its simplicity. His eyes match the light blue sapphires of the headband, pools for interests to fall into. An intricate black leather belt with three glowing sunstones resides on his waist, with multiple sheathes which you soon find out hold wands. Metal gauntlets reside on his hands with a silver band with a glowing ruby. Upon his neck looks to be an amulet made of chunks of ice. Finally upon his feet are black leather boots with mithril fittings. Glowing yellow lightning bolts are on the outside of each of the boots.
With items set aside upon a table. He walks up to the table and begins his spell. It takes ten minutes, plenty of time for everyone to sit down. Once done you see a great feast, including service, food and drink.
Walking with Domayoku and his retinue they return to the witch's exterior using teleportation. Then he walks with several nice cloaks ahead and finding Heather's hut he goes to speak with her.
Heather:
He lays on the charisma, "Do you have a place I can put gifts. My lord wanted to offer several nice items. I have several personal items that I wish you to have as well."
Looking up from his book he offers, "Yes I can provide a Bountiful Banquet, it is a a beautiful and delicious feast with hors d’oeuvres, four courses worth of food, and plentiful drink. The food appears on ornate serving trays or in exquisite covered tureens, as appropriate to each type of dish. Place settings and serving utensils also appear—enough for each creature that will participate in the feast—along with elegant tablecloths and table linens. The spell doesn’t create furniture, but the feast does adapt to appear on top of existing tables. Though the feast and all the finery last only 1 hour, creatures that partake remain nourished and sated for 24 hours. Though you have little control over the fine details of the feast, you can specify what type of dish you want for each course and what sorts of beverages are provided. I can provide for 14 individuals."
He looks at Desseer with a knowing look, his mind like a vice lock. He stops juggling, the rocks disappearing into the folds of his clothing and book under his arm. He bows before her with a predatory smile.
Stating, "I just didn't want to sway your beautiful attention to just myself. I am Dominique Silverstone! There are plenty here to speak so I will just be a handsome wall flower or eye candy."
diplomacy:1d20 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 20 = 35
After following into the hut, he grabs a few sweets and finds a comfy couch to rest on pulling his book out again. He puts it away if someone comes over to him.
I am sure someone has guidance, DC 25:1d20 + 19 ⇒ (9) + 19 = 28 I am sure someone has guidance, DC 25:1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38 I am sure someone has guidance, DC 25:1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
He gives Domayoku the knowing eye after hearing his comment and even gives him an air kiss.
He sounds intrigued, especially since his aura would not do her much good anymore. "It sounds like a great option if you have a good will save. What was the DC? I have an 18 before rolling. In good spirit I will take the risk for our two guilds to grow together!"
Assuming Desseer hands him the rod, any buffs cast, he says the words and...
I am sure someone has guidance, DC 25:1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36
He walks around bored staying within 30 feet of Iris at all times. Everyone within his aura, except for Galahad, feel nearly intoxicated as you gain aup to a +2 bonus on your ability scores. This is temporary.
He hears the call and is beside Desseer in a moment. He states, "I should be able to focus my aura to help if nothing else. Our healer is back at our base."
He looks skeptically at both Unique and Galahad. After covering his eyes with a hand to put some pressure upon his sinuses he takes a steadying breath and states, "My accounts of the area around your guild house? Very simply put grasslands and sea. The journey here was expedited by teleportation so we didn't encounter anything. Cultures and races: dwarves, elves, goblins, orcs, and the list continues but it has the races and cultures of Yggdrasil. Now if there isn't anything else I will dismiss myself."
I would assume so. At least domestic ones would is some capacity but not entirely. Say a minor telepathic tell. Like a simple one word phrase they know to indocate its me
" Oh I'm Unique, a pleasure. I was told to ask about your guild and the area outside the walls for an offical report" summons forth a blank journal and ink pen.
He scoffs and states, "Official report? That sounds drab." He looks a bit confused as the other minions bow and head off to do other duties. Looking at this woman who seems out of place, "Unique was it? How will you make it worth my time? Perhaps we play a game of question for question as you give me a tour?"
Ink returns to the main hall and does indeed find Dominique wooing some minions of the female persuasion. Laughing and flirting with five of them. His Charisma is oozing out. Also you feel a boost in health when within 30 feet of him.
