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Paladin of Arshea here. Tiefling, Raksasha-spawn. Nobody bats an eyelash.
WAIT... your PALADIN has HOW many ranks in Profession Courtesan? So she's a Prostitute. No.... She's more like a Companion from Firefly. But she's a PALADIN! Yes...
The reptilain teifling's long tail flicks slightly as she moves towards the Tien man. "Well, this is the Silver Crusade, though we are more of an... ideal than a place." Her words are smooth and flowing, and hold a slight Magnimarian accent to them. "But yes, here is where we do such things. I myself have recently returned from the perils that call themselves the worldwound." She slowly eyes the third tiefling. "And sadly, that does not exist simply because good people are doing nothing. There are other places to, that are places where evil itself seeps out of the world. Places were foul gods, and fouler creatures spawn. That is far more that good people doing nothing." She stops, and looks at the two newcomers. "I am Gewn, paladin of Arshea." The last word is said with hints of flirtation and invitation.
A tall lizardlike tiefling is leaning against the wall, dressed in draping silks that caress her form and accentuate it, drawing the eye to all the best parts of the breathtaking young beastbrood. A she bears no holy symbol that is of mortal make, but one that has been on her flesh since the day she was born. "Apsu, eh? There's an Osrian Aasimar who might be interested in talking to you." she pauses, approaching them with swaying movements. "So, I take it you are either Clerics or Paladins." She continues, her voice even. "Good to meet fellow holy people. I myself am a Paladin. I'll leave it to you to guess of whom." A rakish light dances in her eyes.
The paladin rubs her head and sighs. "And as a member of the pathfinder society I have to accompany him and deal with any society based formalities because SOMEONE left me holding the bag. And I've taken down things much worse than a stupid half-orc. Killed a t-rex once, and some Vrocs... And many... many other fiends."
"I am late for a client, and a respected one at that. However I have to... oi you sit down or I'll castrate you!" She snaps at the half-orc. "Now you are under arrest, you destroyed this building, you are a menace to society and to other people and you will sit down." She pulls on the rope attached to him. "Why did you begin hostilities?" She ignores the stupid creature's attempts at insults. "I'm late because I've got official pathfinder business to do now."
"As did I, but I have done most of my work recently." She cracks her neck a bit and smiles. "I am with the Crusade, made sense for a paladin such as myself to join it. Even if there aren't many paladins who follow who I follow. But I was chosen at birth by the Spirit of Abandon." She holds out her right hand, which has a birthmark that looks identical to the holy symbol of Arshae on it. She kneels and quickly binds up the half-orc rather expertly. She seems to be someone who knows how to tie knots. It will take more than brute strength to break out of her work. She looks over and winks at Monroe.
"I can help you. I think the half-orc should be securely tied." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a length of spider's silk rope, then stands. "I'm Gwenfrewi Silverdragon, of the Silver Crusade. A paladin of Arshae. I have completed two assignments in the worldwound, and many other dimplomatic missions relating to this latest incursion." She salutes, and waits for Monroe to respond.
Gwen moves foward and puts the blade to the half-orc's neck. "You are trying my patience. I am usually a kind and forgiving woman. However you are a godsdamned fool! You have attacked innocent people, endangered a pregnant woman, caused extensive property damage and made me LATE for a very important client! Do not try me further."
Gwen stands tall as she can, which is very tall and bellows. "STAND DOWN!" When her order is ignored she lunges forward in attempt to grapple the half-orc before he causes more damage to any pathfinders, and to the mother to be.
And very likely gets knocked back, due to a low roll on my grapple check. She'll drag herself to her feet slowly. "I entered when I heard the commotion sir. Gwenfrewi Silverdragon, Paladin of Arshae at your service sir."
The agile creature simply moves out of the way, quite gracefully. Her movement is dancelike and captivating to watch. "As a Paladin of the Silver Crusade, I order you BY THE LAW to cease and desist your hostile actions or I shall engage in hostilities against you to defend those in this room who have suffered from your hostile actions." She stands, ready to dodge again, her serpentine eyes fixed on the half-orc. "Be careful what you choose, my weapon is a bit.. shocking."
A tall, ophidian, well dressed person walks into the area. A wayfinder, emblazoned with the emblem of the Silver Crusade hangs by her side. Her face is snakelike and she is covered in scales that are red, though flecked throughout with silver and gold. She has a long tail and delicately clawed hands, in one hand she holds a black cold iron scimitar that blazes with magical flame. However she doesn't seem to be wearing armour. Her clothing is well cut, and alluring, hugging her curves in all the right places. It's easy to tell from her dress she's a trained courtesan, likely of the highest skill possible. She eyes the mess, and flicks a forked tongue slightly. "I heard a commotion, as I was walking past. Is there a problem here that needs aiding?"
A ophidian form moves into the light, her scales glimmering in every hue of the sunset. She smiles, in a surprisingly alluring manner, considering the needle like teeth that she has. Her tail coils around her leg and she moves towards a reclining chair. She appears to be a creature that enjoys luxury, her animalistic features marking her as beastbrood. Her clothing is fine silk, and to the observant eye the glint of a mithral chainshirt can be seen flashing under the fine, and flattering clothing for a few seconds. There is a scimitar at her side, looking as if it were made from cold iron, and emblazoned with runes for lightening. It is a finely wrought weapon. "Now now... just because one is born with the blood of fiends coursing in their veins, doesn't mean that they cannot be a force of good within this world." She says, her voice slightly scolding. She lifts a hand, with the flourish of someone who has been trained how to always move in a manner that is pleasing to the eye. The scaled tiefling is curved, though not overly busty. She's dressed in a manner that draws attention to her assets, and moves in a way that she seems more to flow from place to place as opposed to walk. She drifts forward more. "And even those of us born with fiendish blood in us can be chosen, before our births, by the powers of good." She extends a hand, and displays a birthmark that matches the holy symbol of Arshea. "Me for example. I am Gwenfri Silverdragon, Tiefling and Paladin of Arshea." She glances down to a well groomed, but rather small looking wolf that is sitting by her side. "And this is Clemo, he's a shamless begger. Been with me since my first mission with the society. Rescued the poor little fellow. Now he was born a predator, rangy and hungry in the frozen north. Look at him now, as well mannered as any noble's hound."
"We have many gnomes in our members." The paladin's voice is mirthful. "We are very much about spreading goodness, I have yet to have come across a mission I don't care for. "We have brought wrongdooers, and murders to justice, freed slaves, and generally protected those who needed protecting." She pauses, flicking her long scaled tail.
Gwen smiles broadly. "First off, Arshea is not she. Well, not all the time. Arshea, does not have a set gender, no do the followers of Arshea. They are one of the Empyreal lords, the powerful celestials who have domains of their own, and while not gods in their own right they are very close and can grant powers and spells to their servants." She pauses and shifts herself, moving very fluidly. "Arshea rules over freedom, physical beauty." She pauses again and gives a slight smile, licking her lips a bit. "Oh... and sexuality." She added. "Not sex, but sexuality there's a difference." She looks at the two. "Any more questions about the Lord of Abandon?" She pauses a bit more then holds out her hand, showing them the holy symbol on it. "See, Arshea chose me, chose me at birth to be one of their servants."
The tiefling rises from her reclining position. "Oh, I'm sure there would be ways to make you quite happy... like say meeting Bolka in person." A smile flits across her long toothy face. "But, yes, I will join you in that drink you have offered." The torchlight catches her scales as she throws back her head and laughs. "Discovering sky citadels eh? I was busy beating up undead dinosaurs and being the target practice for one rather disturbed alchemist. But no matter, tell us more my short friend." She goes down on one knee, trying to make her 6'1" height seem shorter, and also an attempt to look the dwarf in the eye. "Tell me, did I catch your name, did you catch mine. I'm rather new here." She holds out a hand, which bears a birthmark that looks like the holy symbol of Arshea.
An amused light flickers in the serpent-like tiefling's slit eyes. "And what if that ally was a Dhampir? Then?" She uses her very dexterous tail to pull one of the silken drapings that have fallen off of her body back onto her reclining form. "Though, I have never fought alongside one of those who were born of death, I have heard tell of some of them overcoming their blood as I have. Though, they do face a... unique challenge."She pauses. "Oh, how rude of me, I have not introduced myself." She smiles, her forked tongue flicking slightly. "I am Gwenfrewi Silverdragon, paladin of..." She pauses, stroking the birthmark on her right hand. "Arshea." The last word is said as if it were an invitation of some sort.
The Tiefling flicks her long tail, licking her tongue over razor sharp teeth. She smiles slightly, reclining on a chair. She has an air about her of a woman who knows luxury, and a woman who is comfo "Hello, I'm new here dears." She murrs slightly, the reptilian Paladin sighs slightly. "So, if you see me walking down the halls, avoid smiting, I'm not a fiend. I was just spawned by them." |
