Gideon looked sad and frustrated. Above the scarf covering his face his eyes looked a lot like Oleg's. "We could have at least tried to save her. What are we going to tell Oleg? ' His voice suddenly became Karlak's "Sorry your wife's dead. We don't know if we could have gotten the monster out of her throat because we decided it was faster just smash her head. It was safer that way."
Oleg looked down at himself and then awkwardly looked around at the group. Oleg's feature's began melting into a strange combination of Oleg's and Mama Cas'. The transition was slow and unsettling at first, the expression on Oleg-Cas' face one of discomfort and strain. Then the androgynous combination-person person seemed to give up and slide quickly into a perfect copy of Mama Cas.
She sighed, her voice sounding like a copy of Mama Cas' own, but with distinctly different speech patterns. "Not much to tell, really. I can change into people. Sometimes comes in handy, but mostly just causes problems. I can't always control it, which is why I usually keep my face covered. People tend to get mad when they unexpectedly end up talking to themselves. Like... right now... for instance."
She tugged on her clothing and it unfolded into Gideon's cloak and scarf, which she proceeded to hide her face with.
"I'd really rather skip this whole discussion, but I figure I owe you all some answers so you don't decide I'm a monster too. So go ahead and ask."
From where "Svetlana" had dove behind a horse trough for cover, "Oleg" stood up. He wrinkled his nose at the gruesome scene of Karlak hunched over the remains of Isen. "Well that was gross." he said.
Looking over where the body of Svetlana had been dragged he sighed. "Maybe we don't wake this one up? We know the thing inside her lives in the throat, right? Maybe we can get it out?"[/b]
With Svetlanna down and Isen unconscious, "Oleg" said "I have an idea." in Gideon's voice. He quickly scraped himself free of the sticky crud. He pointed to Svetlana's body. [b]"Drag that out of sight before he wakes, quick!"
With a subtle yank that drew his clothing over his body, suddenly he was a perfect match for the hideous Svetlana. He assumed her position on the ground, as though she had been defeated and captured as well.
Casting Disguise Self (since svetlana isn't human). However, I'm using realistic likeness to copy her human guise to avoid some of the other penalties (like opposite gender).
Once he can see again, Isen will get a +8 bonus to his opposed perception check since he is close with Svetlana (+10 if they are intimate).
Inside the House:
Gideon shook his head. "No, they wont." He reached up and grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand and his right shoulder with his left hand, and [i]pulled[/b]. The effect was something like his clothes turning inside out while they were still on his body, like a quick-change artist in a stage magician's show. The transformation took a blink of an eye and when it was over, Gideon was Oleg, right down to the weeping sores on his chest.
[ooc]Using Sleeves of Many Garments to copy Oleg's clothing. Taking 10 on Disguise.
Disguise total: 38
Yep. Still secret. Gideon doesn't even know what he really is.
Gideon shook his head in frustrated worry. "Might be premature to blame the wife. I mostly just want to get Oleg some help. I'm not a healer. I thought maybe someone with some medical training might be able to tell what's wrong with him."
"No. I just let myself in. No one saw me, and if they did, well, they wouldn't have known it was me. Like you said, something seemed off earlier and I thought I'd check on him personally to try to get a better feel for what is going on." Gideon said. "Look, that's not all of it either. There was... something above the door. Like a cocoon or hammock or something. It was organic, but didn't look like anything made by any animal I've ever seen."
Gideon melted out of the dark like he was made of it and gave Szemyan a small wave. "Hey. We have problem. Give me a hand waking everyone up."
A few moments later while everyone else was rubbing their eyes and gathering their wits, Gideon said "I went and checked out the house. Oleg is... well, he's doing real bad. Whatever is going on, it doesn't look like any kind of sickness I've ever heard of. It looks more like something has been, I don't know, feeding on him or poisoning him, or something. Maybe both."
"Aw, hell." Gideon muttered. This was way beyond him. He couldn't do nothing though. He took a long, careful look at the various wounds, their placement and coloration, then pulled the blanket back over Oleg and left.
I'm going to be waking the party up when I get back. I'm not sure where in the timeline of the night that happens since we have a few concurrent scenes happening. Just let me know when to jump back in with everyone else.
Gideon has a Skeleton Key, which for most locks allows a single Disable Device check at +10. I'll try it on the house. Also, I'll be scanning everything with Detect Magic and Detect Poison as I go.
Gideon wasn't optimistic about his climbing skills so he ignored the refuse pile and focused on the house.
As the group had traveled, Gideon had been chatty and entertaining, making frequent jokes and telling humorous legends to pass the time. His knack for voices and animal sounds during his stories was impressive.
The jester's outfit had been changed out for a more sensible travel garb with a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face and a hood up, ostensibly to ward off the cold, but after a few days it began to dawn on the group that he seemed to be hiding his face.
When they arrived at Oleg's, he slid his Charter over the counter and said "Are you Oleg? We'll need rooms, some basic supplies, and any information that might help us out. I'm Gideon. The rest of our ragtag group of explorers are Andelis, Szemyan, Mac, Karlak, Lemnis, and Cas. We were told you we the guy to talk to around here."
The jester looked like he'd taken a bite of an apple and found half a worm. He coughed to clear his throat and got up to follow the fellow with the thick accent, purposefully taking long strides so the halfling soothsayer would have trouble keeping up.
Doesn't mean she's the real deal. Maybe she's just really good at cold readings. Wonder what she'd do if I gave her my hand again but with her own damn palm...
Karlak the Blooded wrote:
"I didn't do anything. I'm here to help. I know I look like a bad person, but I'm not." Eyes narrow, and his knuckles crack as he prepares to dodge thrown stones or rotten fruit, as usual on trips to town, but when none comes he visibly relaxes.
"What someone looks like and who they really are don't often have anything to do with each other." the jester shrugged.
I'm ready to move on. No further questions.
The man in the jester costume looked at the talking bird and slowly broke into a wide grin. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15 Amazing.
He tapped the tip of his mask's nose. "The bird has a point though. Can you tell us anything about what is going on there? If you want us to succeed, forewarned is forearmed."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
The avarar picture selection is sadly lacking in anything that looks like a harlequin mask. You'll just have to use your imaginations.