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6 posts. Alias of Prosperum.


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Jaym'row:
The woman's eyes widen for a moment, then her brow furrows in concern. After nearly a minute she sighs and reveals her thoughts to you.

"You have stumbled into matters of great import, friend. I can only tell you to not get involved, save with my guidance. Someone in the Redbeard clan is attempting to kidnap a maiden from the Other Place to work some nefarious sorcery. With her or on her, and by whom, I do not know. But the Redbeards have been with the hird for generations, and I am but a courtier of no great house, so I must tread carefully in my search."

She nods her head portentously and adds, "And so should you."

She plucks a twig from her hair and flicks it away, the last remnants of her disguise.

"You might be of use, at a later date. If so, I will seek you out."


Jaym'row:
The sorceress stares after them and says heavily, "Indeed, they would not. Though now that I know what they both look like..." She trails off momentarily before returning her attention to you.

"An entertainer, eh? If you're any good, you'll be popular in court. What acts do you have?"


Jaym'row:
You step away from the tree and begin to make your way toward the fence when you hear the rustle of leaves, followed by a melodic voice. You turn and notice that the tree has vanished, and in its place stands the fortuneteller you had been tailing.

"Sneaking around, are we?" says the sorceress, unamused. "Why did you follow me?"


The sorceress tears her eyes away from Syper to reply to the magus. "Indeed. We're the biggest town for a hundred miles in any direction, but not so big that nearly two dozen outlanders from beyond the sea can show up and not be noticed. Rumor is they're trying to build a ship to get them home. If that's true, they've got their work cut out for them."

She flicks her hair over her shoulder. "But if you're not here to cause trouble and pay your own way, the jarl has no reason to be concerned with you. He is a wise and tolerant leader—especially with my guidance!"

She chuckles, waves goodbye to you, thanks the proprietor for his time, and sashays out.

Syper:
As she squeezes past the party, her chest brushes your forearm in a way that is almost certainly deliberate.


She nods, taking the news in stride. ”Thank you for your honesty, Lacan. I’m quite willing to wait.”

She turns and notices you. As she glances at the party, her red lips break into a dazzling smile.

Syper, Perception:
Her gaze takes in your shoulders and jawline approvingly, and as your eyes briefly dart from her face to her chest and back you note a faint hint of slyness tugging at the corners of her eyes, though she lets the moment pass without comment.

”More outlanders! Greetings. I am Freya Nornsdottir, fortune-teller, dancer, singer, and sorceress of some small skill. I serve the jarl and his wife as the court soothsayer. What brings you to Oxbane?”


Rounding the corner, you behold a voluptuous auburn-haired maiden in an elegant yet revealing evening gown and leggings.

Secret Rolls:
Okoteck, Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Jade, Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Jaym’row, Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Syper, Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Kork, Esoteric Lore: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Kork, Jade, Okoteck:
A close examination presents subtle hints of fey ancestry, likely from a nymph.

She leans over the counter and says silkily, ”I’ll need half-a-dozen smoked glass vials, one inch by four. When do you think they’ll be available?”

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