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Trying to hide doesn't seem very sporting now does it Fisette says as she tries to get one in her sights. She begins to manipulate the air and dozens of tiny hands of force begin to surround the creature. ◆ stride
On a success the pink kobold is shoved 10 feet east and takes a -10 to speed for the duration. The first time the spell is sustained each round I can attempt to shove again.
The easiest way is the Multilingual general feat.
A woman with purple skin, wrinkled face, and white hair, wears a leather apron over a simple gray woolen dress. She sews a few stiches onto a humanoid shaped poppet with four slender arms and two longer, stockier legs. He skin could be described as glowing, not a description of her complexion but rather giving off a subtle luminance. "It will be nice to chat with each of them again."
Fisette tries to create a simple fishing snare and lure device.
Then using the glowing skin on her finger as a lure attempts to snag a curious fish from behind
Trying something fancy she focuses on her dagger. Of seemingly its own accord, it flies out of its sheath and plunges into the water after a fish.
She then causes the dagger and dead fish to rise out of the water. It begins to fly about up and down, side to side, before diving into Fisette's bucket of fish. The spectacle seems to have drawn some attention.
Given the nature of the competition, Fisette takes a small stick and some twine from her pouch and starts to fashion a miniature fishing rod.
It was simple, but she figured the intent would be clear. She sews the rod in place to the hand of the latest poppet she was working on. "I don't know how much fishing the d'ziriaks do, but consider it an artistic melding of cultures." She holds the finished poppet up in Demed's direction. "What do you think? Is there a young child whose day might be brightened by this little souvenir?"
The clear expression of confusion made Fisette frown a little, accentuating her wrinkles.
The next person to join the others at the inn would probably have received much less attention as they could have passed for human, that is if it weren't for the dusky lilac skin tone and the subtle aura of brightness around her that matches the brilliant amber pools she has for eyes. Her face is gaunt and wrinkled, perhaps from advanced age or poor health. Slender fingers clench a stuffed poppet. It has long arms and legs as well 2 pairs of smaller, skinny arms close to it's torso. Its head has prominent insectoid features. "The light, the wind, the sea. Everything seems to be alive here... well almost everything," She adds noting the presence of the constructs.
Fisette Montacre is the proprietrix of Fisette's Poppet Emporium, a toy shop specializing in plush poppets located near the Glare in Shadow Absalom. Once a year she would sneak around Shadow Absalom and leave her poppets for people who, "needed a little bit of brightness in their otherwise dim life." Drandle Dreng was a not infrequent visitor whenever business brought him into Shadow Absalom. When Fisette heard that he had gone missing, it was Fisette's mood that had darkened. So she headed into Absalom proper to petition the Grand Lodge to allow her to aid the search. Not being a confirmed field agent, Fisette was only allowed to help from within the Grand Lodge itself, where she collected and logged reports from field agents in her free time while studying to become an agent.
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