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Iskandarr shakes his head with a "tsk" noise and casts Baleful Polymoph on the mimic.

He carries far too much anxiety on his shoulders. he looks at the leader. He should learn from the animals, they carry no stress or need no "satisfaction". Their food and their freedom is their satisfaction. I'll help him learn.
prepare Baleful Polymorph

Iskandarr hurries back to notify Thaegrin. As he gets near the tavern, he notices a group of men with torches being lit. perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 to hear what they're saying at a distance far enough to not be noticed by them

Watching Thaegrin enter the tavern, Iskandarr goes about to find a place to stay. I suppose finding lodging for our group is more important than an impromptu assassination
diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 15 to gather information on a place to lodge and stay under the radar, including from the onion woman

Upon finding a place to stay, Iskandarr will head back to the tavern to let Thaegrin know. At what point in the tavern interaction would Iskandarr return?

What would Iskandarr need to roll to find a place where we can stay to lay low?

Iskandarr shakes his head, "I have not, but I can look. I have a little bit of time before I go buy an onion."

Iskandarr, contented with his understanding of the city soars back to the area where he had last seen Thaegrin. Soaring above the buildings, he eventually spots Thaegrin outside a tavern. Swooping down into an alley near the tavern, he returns to human form once he is sure there is no one watching. Walking out from the alley, he approaches Thaegrin. "Finding groceries in this town is an interesting chore. Red onions seem more popular than aged and eggs appear to be in demand."

How much time do I have between now and when I need to kill a guy?

Iskandarr, noticing a large building, what could be a barracks, in the northwest corner of the island, glides closer to see if there's anything there of note.

Iskandarr discreetly hides the note in a pocket and dissappears into the crowd. Finding an alley, he moves into the alley and reads the note when he is sure no one is watching. Hightower Pier, I will need to become more familiar with this town. Looking about once more, the beast man moves further into the shadows and transforms into a hawk and, after ruffling his feathers, takes flight high above the city. perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34 Where is the pier in relation to the downtown area? Are there any other landmarks of note that would catch Iskandarr's attention?

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12
"I'm strong enough to get the job done and get it done well. I would use two cuts along the top to cut the cake into fourths, then with the last cut, I would cut horizontally through the side of the cake to make 8 parts. If the money is right, I can be any kind of man I need to be." he says with a smile. The touch? Could be anything, finesse, an eye for detail... "As for the touch, I have certain abilities that allow me to do things others can't and even if they could, I could do it better."

Iskandarr cocks his head and makes a face of observation, with slight nods at her knife work bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 11 diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 10 "Work, mostly. I'm new to town and need to find a reliable source of income. I have a variety of skill sets that can make me an asset to those who know how to utilize my full potential." he says the last with a slight grin.

sense motive untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 17 I'm trying to figure out what one might want from this onion cart. Work? Narcotics? Some other shady business?

Hmm... Tuns o' Crud. Well, let's wing it!
To Blave: 1d20 ⇒ 15
He gives a chuckle. "'Making' is a generous term. 'Attempting' is a more accurate take. Luckily I'm getting three, for you see..." he glances to the left and to the right. "I am not a very good cook." he says with a playful smile.
Regarding the hideaways, are there any awnings near the cart that a tabby could rest on or a shrub that a small finch could sneak into?

Kno local untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Before I say anything to the woman, does the recipe also call for soggy ginger? Not trained in sense motive, so the most I could roll is a 20 :-P
perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30 Now that I am closer, are there any emblems or markings that stand out with either the woman, the cart, or the vagabond with the black lung? Also, are there any safe nooks near the cart that a small animal could hide away from foot traffic and go unnoticed?

Sorry for the delay, Darr the beast master is in the middle of moving. Things should slow down soon.

Iskandarr nods, with a smile"Of course, I'm sure it'll be worth my time." he turns and approaches the woman selling onions with a casual demeanor. perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 particularly to see if anything stands out about the woman or the bad eggs around her once he arrives at her shop. "Hello there, I would like to buy the onions, preferably ones that are a bit more ripened or older, please" he says with a gentle and casual tone.

Iskandarr nods and steps in line with the wizard "A lovely day to go to market." he says with a half smile and hinted sarcasm.

Iskandarr places his hand on the shoulders of Thaegrin and Ezkal and nods his ready.

Iskandarr chuckles, "I suppose how much one is missed is relative." he gives a shrug. "I wouldn't miss them too much."

Iskandarr rises early in his quarters with a stretch and a yawn. Leaving the confines of civilization, he finds a peaceful place to sit and quiet himself in nature, to allow his soul to become renewed in the life and essence of the forest.
Having fed his soul, he made his way back to civilization and finds a suitable breakfast, then heads to Thaegrin's room.

Once everyone has left, Iskandarr looks at the wizard "V prípade , že sú sledovaní , by ste chceli , aby som hovoriť Draconic alebo jednoducho napísať , čo som videl , znova?" after a pause to confirm, Iskandarr continues however the wizard deems fit.

Iskandarr nods his understanding. "I can accommodate that request,but do you have a moment?"

Iskandarr looks to the wizard. "It could be good to know if he is aware of any other contacts the Master of Revels has in the area, but I will leave that to you if you have any other questions, especially since if he is not aware of anyone else, that could be a wasted question."

Iskandarr nods and leaves without a word. Upon finding the Thelkonlanders, he looks to Ezkal and explains what he saw and that Thaegrin needs him.

Ah, with a dead guy in the room and everything, I didn't think Anga would open the door to show the full room.

Iskandarr cocks his head when he sees Anga open the door "I'm here to see Thaegrin, is he available?"

Such unrelenting death... He quietly passes through the woods. On the one hand, if the hand of death was Trenton's enemy, we could utilize that force against a shared foe... The familiar smells of civilization cause Iskandarr to slow his place. Hands and clothes replace paws and fur, a frown replaces folded ears. I fear, however, that this was more punishment for failure, an example for others to inspire fear to achieve results. If that is the case, the question then becomes what is the extent of the capabilities of our foe? his feet go on their own as his mind continues to speculate. No wise leader exhausts themselves to make a spectacle of internal failure...Continuing to Thaegrin's study, he knocks on the wizard's door, too preoccupied with his thoughts to hear the quiet that comes with death.

Based on his post, you could say Ezkal was getting faded...

Iskandarr cocks his head at what he saw. Interesting... Thaegrin will want to know this. He then heads back towards the city, taking a longer route along a game trail to collect his thoughts and avoid suspicion of anyone who may be watching.

Iskandarr nods and leaves without a word. It's interesting, politics are politics, no matter where you are. Tribal or civilized, they're different breeds of cat, but are distinctly still cats. As he ponders this he finds himself walking through the woods, looking for a different pool than the one he had visited prior. Finding one, he casts Owl's wisdom and again assumes the form of a tiger. Focusing on the pool, he again casts scry, this time on Vice Admiral Jonathan Trenton DC 21

Bump

Iskandarr cocks his head in thought. I can't tell him plainly, if someone is listening, that could cause problems.

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 17
A worried expression on his face, Iskandarr watches as the grand confessor leaves. Hopefully if anyone is watching, they will believe what they saw.

He's his son, Iskandarr really couldn't care less for his brother :-)

As Iskandarr listens to the discussion, he reminds himself of the need to scry on the various individuals in the Amerys war machine. His mind gradually wanders to the dragon they encountered, but focuses back on the task at hand. Still, his mind wanders. I wonder what has become of Iskandeer...

So, would it be best for Iskandarr to introduce himself or should someone who knows the Grand Confessor introduce him?

Iskandarr, having followed the brothers unspoken since the docks, steps forward and behaves as he has seen the others behave and bows at the waist. "Grand Confessor, I will locate him and bring him here."
Once dismissed, he goes and, after a reasonable amount of searching, he locates Anga. "the Grand Confessor is here and waiting for you in Targ's banquet hall."

Iskandarr nods at the Thelkonlander's warning with a somewhat perturbed look on his face. He whispers back to him, "Later I will have to ask you the significance of that title."

Iskandarr, hearing talk amongst the slaves of the approaching ships, heads to the docks as well.

Iskandarr's ears fold back as he turns and quietly leaves the pool behind him. As he gets father away and closer to civilization, his form returns to its human origin. As he gets closer to Thaegrin's room, he finds himself watching his surroundings with a more critical eye.
Knocking and entering when allowed, he gives a concerned look to the wizard and begins.
"Môj priateľ , myslím, že sme sledovaní. Nie som si istý , či je to z diaľky, alebo v prípade , že sú medzi nami, ale faktom zostáva . Ak existujú nejaké, ktoré potrebujete na obsadenie pre zabezpečenie miestnosti kúzla , urobte tak teraz.

Leaving his room, Iskandarr goes in search of a secluded pool, away from the civilized parts of the island. Once he finds one to his liking, he prepares and casts Owl's wisdom on himself, then takes the form of a tiger. If this goes wrong, no sense in showing them my face...
Focusing now on the pool, the tiger casts scry on the pool to see Amerysi Major General Penelope Trimak DC 21, if my calculations are correct

Iskandarr nods, "I will be ready as you request. I can scry today, but if you think this person may be able to prevent it, I can take some extra measures to strengthen my abilabilities. Secrecy will not be a problem."

Yeah, that's fine, I more just wasn't sure what the plan was :-)

Just to confirm, are we going for the dragon next?

Iskandarr doesn't have any set tasks beyond praying the bird doesn't fly into a thunderstorm or anything.

Nodding his farewell to the wizard, Iskandarr heads to the kitchens of the villa to locate some bread.
Finding what he needs, he takes a little extra for future use and goes to roam about the island to find a place secluded enough for wildlife. Calmly, the bird whisperer casts his spell and places the bread in front of him, sitting cross-legged and eyes closed. Cast animal messenger
Soon thereafter, his calm his interrupted by a small, curious chirp. With a small smile, he opens his eyes to a young swallow staring at him. "Hello friend, I have a mission for you today." attaching the message to the bird and impressing the location on the creature's mind, he watches it fly away and then heads back to the group.

I didn't realize we leveled, I will update my character sheet.
hp: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Fair enough :-)
Iskandarr, finding where the wizard is staying, knocks on his door. Once the door is opened, he says with a smile "Good morning, are you ready to send that message?"

Iskandarr stretches as he wakes, his muscles feeling yesterday's events. He proceeds to begin his meditation and prepare his spells. A small grin plays across his face when he finishes his meditation. I suppose yesterday was a prime example of having to eat one's profits... "Heheh..." I suppose I should go find Thaegrin to send that message. He then goes to find the wizard.