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Infernal:
"Oh hey, a language I recognize. Are we talking the tongues of Hell? Grandma taught me to know thy enemy, especially when they wrap plans among plans among plans around their finger." Elven: She gives Baron Sendi some puppy dog eyes.
"I know he will choke the trades even further... Hey, do you mind if I cheat a bit? I don't know what everyone is saying, but I can... enhance myself to learn that."
Issil doesn't recognize either language.
Issil considers conjuring a gallon of water above... wait, who is this guy?
Dagger of Venom is all yours, Geoff. I think Issil will hold off on purchases for now.
Issil glamours her dress so the red matches the manor a bit better. Her dark red gloves match her ruby heels, and she makes sure her exposed shoulders aren't too dry. "Lady Ducor, you've done more than enough for us. We'll knock his socks off in no time."
"Geoff, you're always pretty. But maybe we should take the spotlight this time." She grins.
Issil thinks about what she's heard in each family. "Baron Sendi loves to be taken for a ride. We can mess with him directly. Vic here can probably lie better than I can." She laughs. "Social cues is my life. Baron Jhaltero is a juicy one." "House Jarvis is also a good bite. I'm no carpenter, but I know how to talk to people." She sighs. "Perfect time for Pádraig to go underground. One of his songs and the Archbaroness would have melted in front of him. Then again the last time he did this he couldn't walk for a few days."
Here's how we should split Pádraig's loot: lesser extend metamagic rod (Morv)
Issil will give Geoff her Dagger of Poison in exchange for his merciful dagger. She also wants that jeweled dagger scabbard.
Issil snorts as Lady Ducor mentions her family name. "Yeah, don't trust those dirty Tanessens." She rubs her brooch and laughs. "Anyway, red? No problem." Issil has been glamouring her armor this whole while. "But the other houses probably can be messed with. Which one is the easiest to bend?" She thinks carefully.
She begins paying attention once Lady Ducor finishes up. "I can't wait to meet the ladies again. And your lessons are free while you're supporting the Silver Ravens. Right Pádraig?"
"Are we sure this isn't a trap?" Issil begins glamouring her armor. "I mean, he's begging us to crash the party. Which I gladly will. There must be a few nobles who will be willing to trade places with us."
Issil makes sure to blow kisses and to every single dottari guard who so much as frowns at her. She loves the attention and even winks at some of her previous customers. It was only a matter of time, anyway. Why hasn't Thrune simply tried to crush the rebellion, if he knows who they are? It's a puzzle for the ages. Issil sits back down in the Lucky Bones. "Man, the hike was fun but I do miss civilized culture. I dunno about you guys, but I need a hot bath. Maybe a massage or two." she giggles and downs a mug of water. "Hey Pádraig. Hey Rosie. Going to do some behind the scenes undercover work, eh? It's for the best, probably. If Thrune singles us out you'll get to carry on our mission... hmm. We do need a fourth person though. It never feels right with just three." She shrugs. "Hey, Lady Docur! And here I thought you were ghosting me after the first few lessons." Issil turns her attention. "What happened to the school? What happened to the students there? Are... are they alright?" Issil's cheerful demeanor fades as she finally grows concerned.
As long as we carry the monster loot back, I'm good. Besides, how many guards would actually reach this keep if ogres and bacchae drove them insane every day?
"Yeah, suck it, Thrune! Woo!" Issil is quite excited to see the keep return to ash. "High five, everyone!" Those are free. "Let's catch up to Pádraig and hightail it back home. I feel like I've been here for weeks!"
"Cool. Let's blow this joint." Issil grins and then stretches a bit in anticipation.
"Look, grandma told me devils are b!$+@@~+. They're here in Chileax, they put some handsome but corrupt guy in charge. We fought a fiendish woman here, clearly made of evil and corruption. She fled, but she'll be back and will corrupt this place again." "Now, we need your help to clear this place up of evil." Issil shrugs. "And one way is to activate that anvil. They can't claim a pile of rubble, and maybe this place will get a chance to clean up."
"Now then, step aside or help us kill some more devils on the way out. Or maybe both. I don't care."
"Well, that was easy- oh." Issil sighs as two more fiery guardians appear before her and mumble in languages she doesn't understand. Oh yeah. She can magically Comprehend Languages, so she casts that. She nods. "Oh, they're asking why we want to use the anvil. Cool." she chuckles as the Supreme High Commander adds his sassy spin to the solution. "Mention it's been corrupted by a tyrant."
Issil waits patiently, her whip at the ready.
"I've got a mace and a club, but no hammer. Drinking wine is a fine idea, but maybe after we blow this place up."
Issil scans the room for magical auras. "I assume they will... zap us with divine punishment somehow."
"So... anyone knows any prayers to Torag? I flunked out of church. Asmodeus isn't my style." Issil yawns.
"Good. He's free." Issil speaks to herself. She's quiet and content for a moment.
"Yeah. If we're done here, it's time to get to that room with the praying dwarves, then slap an anvil and hightail it."
Attempted Red/White/Blue, but coconut sugar is brown, not white.
Issil's happy face finally frowns. "Lucian... bound you here?" She hesitates. "You should get out of here. The Silver Ravens are going to bring this place down, quick."
Issil laughs. "Marriage? Ha! You can't lock me down like that, Lucian." She saunters forward to the next room. "So is this the Wyvern's nest?" She takes a look and shrugs. "No way am I sticking my neck out there. Let's head back to that Torag Temple and topple this place."
"Well that was fun." Issil shrugs. "That devil dance was hilariously bad." She begins looking through the treasure. "Damn, how much do we have to carry back?" Appraise, Spellcraft and Guidance, oh my!:
Issil looks at the Arrows, Lacy White Dress, and the Flask. "I have no idea what these are worth. Someone else look at 'em."
"This sword is designed to cut into humans. Really effective at it." Issil holds the blade awkwardly, she's not even sure how to counterbalance it. Geoff must be so ashamed.
Issil wonders how much of Lucian's wardrobe she could repurpose to look good on her. Oh, and something about this devil. Once he's gone she can start glamouring her armor in peace.
Hmm, a feather boa... Issil smiles and muses to herself.
"Alright then. Thanks Geoff." She gives him a kiss on the cheek. 'My hero." She sticks her tongue out at Lucian.
"Uh... lots of magic in here. How does this work, again? Anyone read Dwarven?"
"Oh, this is bad." Issil drops her whip and draws a mace as she's pummeled. "Insert a joke about rock hard pounding, here." She rolls her eyes. "Not like you'd be the first one to crack that joke."
She adopts a defensive pose and counterstrikes. Meanwhile her Spiritual Ally flanks with Lucian, lord of the dance.
Issil redirects the Spiritual Ally to help Geoff.
Unable to do much (and not willing to block Lucian) Issil cracks her whip and tries to disarm the stone giant.
Issil drops her whip.
The Spiritual Ally smashes the statue with its mace as it passes by.
The room is cramped. Time for a Spiritual Ally to harass the the Green Guardian with a mace.
"I wasn't sure if the statues would attack us for stealing the hammers, or for giving the wrong password. Oh well!"
"Torag. This... must be the place." Issil keeps her whip ready. "No way are we gonna approach the iron without something stupid showing up."
Issil groans as Lucian talks about Golarion's shape. "Not THIS again. Please don't talk about the Great Illusion..."
Appraise:
Add +4 if they are magical.
Issil takes a gander at several of Lucian's goods.
"A merciful dagger. Nice when you don't want to kill. Plus, it's magical." Issil pulls the dagger out of the wall, entranced by its magic.
"I was gonna mention that, Pádraig. If we show up with Lucian here, they are gonna have a fit. Those halflings need to be calmed down first." - She looks curiously at the many items in Lucian's chamber. "Well, good wine. I wonder where he has been sleeping." She notes the bed. "Maybe that devil really knew where his tattoos were." She chuckles. "So, which secret door do we want to try? Now we found 2 of them."
"Yeah, you better run!" Issil's hands are on her hips as she cocks her head back and forth. "Anyone hurt, seriously?" She takes a look. "Good thinking, V- er, Lucian. Where do we go from here? Time to see the next room?"
The Spiritual Weapon flails uselessly while Issil plans her next move. "Yeah, Lucian and tattoos. I do wonder where he blesses his tattoo." She laughs and tries to heal Geoffrey.
"We gotta get a better solution when the target is flying. Can't let Lucian handle all the fun."
"Yuck." Issil feels the goo reach into her mind. It doesn't find the moral heart of gold it was going for, so it claws at her neutral copper spirit instead. Good thing Pádraig was there to help.
"So, let's start with Spiritual Weapon."
"Get flayed alive or kill a crazy lady. Well, you drive a hard bargain, but..." Issil shrugs.
Issil remembers everyone lecturing her about restraint. But the room and the woman's words cause her to reconsider. "So, we're not going to interrogate her, right?" She unleashes a pair of Admonishing Rays at the woman.
"We'll have to explain to those other Halflings why we're chummy with their overseer." She looks at the guards. "Take the money and these screaming bolts. Everything else is trash. We have enough trouble carrying the Ogre's loot back."
"Mmm, spanking Really getting into character, there..."
"Oh yeah. Give me a second."
"No idea what the mirror is worth, but it does catch my good side." She stares at her reflection for a bit longer. "Where to, next?" She fidgets with the Hat of Disguise to subtly improve her looks.
"Wow, he has some interesting tastes. And some creepy ones." She looks at her reflection in his pocket mirror. "But I can find a buyers... then I'll find some sellers!" She giggles. "Oh, and a key or something."
Issil turns back to Thrune. "Huh? What did I miss? Oh." "Sorry Pádraig. This spirit knows how to slice and flank. High five!" She high fives the Spiritual Ally as it fades away. "I'm not sure he would do anything besides laugh at us, anyway. I'm... not in the mood for torture." "Well, we found the prisoners. Commander's dead. We need to find that anvil." She raises an eyebrow. "Secret door?"
Issil is fine with nonlethal, but I don't think I can control the spiritual ally's swing. By RAW I guess initiative order wins here. But this ain't PFS, we do it live! (Or by the GM's will)
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