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Squid, Infernal, Perception DC 25: "How many lamps do you believe this gnome has? And are they all at his eye level? Shouldn't he be able to walk around his own home without banging his shins on the cats?"
Candy waits at the base of the haha, close to the ground, to avoid being spotted in her garish attire. Why she hadn't thought to dress as something other than a whore displaced from the city for this outting, she did not know. When the others had flitted to the edge of her vision, she rose and darted forward at a pace that would allow her to be as silent as possible.
To this day, I don't understand why divine magicians don't have access to Message. I mean, c'mon! Totally could do the "it's god's voice in your head" thing during mass with that, ya know? Nope. Arcane only. *pffft!*
Yeah, but that's my profession. Cannibalism is not one of the approved Paizo professions. :P
If I die, put me in the ground. Don't let the witch eat me.
Candy smiles. Were the setting appropriate, she might have giggled. Infernal: "Upon that point we can agree. Though I dare say my experience with flesh is quite different than yours."
Candy hums, "Certainly did not lose a brilliant conversationalist, although, we should be lamenting the loss of a perfectly good skulk..." Candy takes her sweet time climbing the rope Gethric let down. She bites her lip against any grumbling about a blind woman in finery climbing a hemp rope in the middle of a the wilds, uphill both ways, but she cannot help herself from glaring at the amount of dirt accumulated underneath her fingernails when she reaches the top. Ew. "Does it smell like there are animals in it?" Candy inquires of the stables. "We can not afford to spook one and have it raise alarm."
Though Candy would have preferred waiting for night, and the comfort of her cloak of stars, she follows the group's initiative and tries to impose herself among them so that she and her healing touch are not so far behind them should they come against any danger.
"And if we do succeed in killing him, we can be sure to show the property to a prospective buyer with extreme confidence. Unless we're to take turns disguising ourselves as dwarves? Or were it a halfling?" Candy taps her lips as she considers their charge. "In any case, I am a bane to you in the stealth arena with my eyes and my stick," she says. "And the lot of us attempting to sneak as a group," she chuckles and shakes her head. "Nay, you'll find me here, enjoying the bird song, and the sh*t, too. Lovely."
"We could allow me to crawl through," Candy suggests. "We're far enough from the villa, and I believe that I've practice not screaming when I take a fair amount of pain." Candy's chuckles at her own jest, but being the creature with the greatest confidence in the group, she will follow through when she volunteers. And she does have the ability to heal herself should she take damage, or anyone else that comes through the tunnel.
"Or the twenty foot pit on the other side of the wall could be housing something that we would rather not tangle with before we enter the compound," Candy said, frowning at Spawn's primative behavior. "Twenty-five foot wall, unkempt and likely clogged pit on the other side. Difficult to move in, facing unknown entities, perhaps several, or some manner of magics on the gates... Obviously an alarm spell of some sort..." Candy tapped her lips. "I purchased a wand for mundane healing, but there is little I can do against poisons or diseases, the first of which is more prevalent in our field, and... I suppose Hawk is the only with any sort of knowledge concerning the natural elements which may harm us here?" she inquired then looked to Smoke. "You've all manner of unguents about yourself. We were to tangle with some horrible black bile spitting beast in its den, do you favor our odds? "Sadly, at this moment, I consider the hole the most favorable option. Climbing got us no where fast last time, and none of us are engineers or advanced magicians to prepare spells to allow us to climb over the wall and avoid this pit as a group."
Just a general note, I got people in the hospital right now, and am sorta scattered. If I don't post IC for a few days, I'll at least try to OOC say, "yeah, she'd agree with that."
Candy watches the others leave, and hooks an eyebrow in Smoke's direction. "Has it occurred to you that should we fail in this endeavor, it would scarcely be questioned why five obvious cosmopolitans perished in the wilds?" Candy inquires, and crosses her arms beneath her breasts, drumming her fingers on her arms.
Candy considers the two positions. For the first, her ability to climb is second only to her ability to pass as a normal citizen in most situations, completely contingent upon her company. And the pit at the bottom of the wall? Like to be filled with something considerably nasty to keep any from thinking of burrowing beneath. Short of hiring an engineer to take a tactical survey of their method of entry, this seemed a very poor choice. "If the expanse of the wall is perhaps too great to enchant," Candy begins and taps her lips, "most assuredly the front gate will likely be, as it is the main portal. We can assume that the pit, and whatever dwells within, if only in our imaginations, is a deterrent enough for most... persons like ourselves for our target not to consider it a point of entry worth defending." Candy looks to Spawn and Hawk "Get as close to the gate as cover will allow and report back. Better yet, have any of you," she leaves the question open, "any talent for preparing an encampment?"
Candy returns looking perturbed. She likely does not see where Hawk has gone, but then, she is quite used to not seeing a great many things. "No magic that I could detect," she reports in a whisper. "Strange, though..."
"Should find an alternate route back... Squid, any manner of erm... disguise spell you could use in the future, or... obscuring robes? Something?" Candy inquires after the run in with the old man. She is not trying to be demeaning, but asking a question. When they reach the wall, Candy bites her lower lip and looks up the height of it. She can just barely see the top, and assumes that none will be able to see her from the other side. That does not, however, preclude magical sensors. She looks to Psyrana again, nods and casts and moves in that direction, sweeping for any magical auras, not excluding trees and the top of the top of the wall.
Hurray for family! Continue doting on new Mother. And tickle baby feet for us, coz they don't know what that sensation is!
aaaah... okie day. I thought it was... you know, uh... Durgan vision. I never read any of the Salvatore books, so I just know how my husband described dark vision.
woops, forgot that squid was a tiefling, and tieflings have darkvision, too. Do any of us see in color? This is kinda... odd.
Hawk, we'll just pretend that Candy didn't hear you. She just may be deaf, too :P
"Ah, you see, it is only because I am a bit of a leader among my kind and did not wish to presume," Candy sighs. Although the pay is far greater in this profession... "Well, it is quite clear that not a one of us are gnomes," she says and looks pointedly at Spawn. "So should we be split in our search for information, or for his house, we should consider some manner of inducement to be traveling to the short side of town. Perhaps Spawn wishes to be seen as a mentor?" she purred and then frowned in consternation. "I am not certain about racial bias of gnomes, but I assume most humanoids will kill another for the right inducement," she says and shrugs. "I thought that you and I could canvas the exterior for magical... tampering?" Candy says to Squid. "As Hawk is also skilled in the daytime, she could keep a watch for you. Spawn, you'll travel with me in the dark, I hope," she says to him. "We'll be looking for traps, alarms, any... sort of flare of magic, or even the lack thereof. And do try not to be seen." Candy considers the road ahead. "We should find a neutral area to report our findings, and not be seen together too often..." Candy realizes that she has forgotten Smoke. "And you, Sir. What would you do? As I am being all authoritative and conveniently leaving you out of my grand designs," she jests and laughs nervously.
Hi, I'm Candy and I'll be your "lets keep people talking about this so we don't end up with last times scatter gun approach" hostess :P
It is not him I am anxious about, Candy hums, but otherwise keeps silent. "Divine... yes, but, knowing even a little about is own innate magics, and being such a private person, he's likely wards in place," Candy muses. "Or, it would be safer for all involved to assume that, and try not to rush to break any windows or bash through any doors," she suggests. "Squid, darling, your eyes are better than mine, but I dare say I may be a better sneak," she begins casually. "Basic precaution against blunders would be to survey the area with our uncommon sight first, no?"
"Ah, yes, but... If I may, Smoke, and good morn to you, Hawk," Candy interjects, offering the girl with the hood a smile, "I was just inquiring if this errand was to be as... direct as our previous affair," she says. "For myself, I do prefer a bit of... seduction, as it were..." she jests, clouded eyes flashing momentarily.
Candy hums and touches her lips, curious what it might be to see in color. But then... "Ever find yourself curious whether or not we don't match?" she asks Gethric. "Some of the girls comment," she plucks at her clothing and then smiles. "With all... deference," she tries, "typically a crusty old hermit is just about the greatest pay day I can look forward to, but I've yet to service one of the little folk. A bit... clannish, no?" she hums, considering their position. "Have we discerned a method of discovering a way to research the target, or are we prepared to assault directly?"
Candy wakes late, having spent much more of the afternoon aloft than she typically spends in the evening horizontal, dresses in last season's finest, and clutching her quarterstaff like a drunk clutches a tankard of stale ale in the morning, begins shambling out into the sun to attend her party. She finds Spawn and Squid engaged in conversation, and after glancing about the road for any sign of significant cover that might allow her to eavesdrop upon them, shrugs, and clears her throat loudly before approaching, very much wishing she did hold that metaphorical tankard. "Alms for a struggling artist, Master, Mistress?" she teases. "Else the clinically impoverished. My investments are unsound!"
Spawn:
Candy lingers a while longer, shares the mug and offers a faint smile before leaving.
Candy, having spent the day previous scouring the dregs or the lower class to reinforce the negative feelings associated with utter failure, spent the remainder of the evening in her rented room soaking and considering their new position. The blood of Isarn was to be avoided, but... considering that she carried a quarterstaff as a walking stick... Candy lifted her hand from the perfumed water and slapped it over her eyes. Of course, had they wished to remain silent, and with the orc-kin bereft of any quiet method of not savaging every subject in sight, she might have passed the stick to him... Children were proficient with staves! Failure... Candy dressed and looked over her kit. The crossbow she kept as a last resort. The ignorant assumed her clouded eyes meant her blind, and some would believe anything of a blind woman, including that she could hear them from miles away. Well, for her clients, it was more often that she smelled them from that distance, but if the opportunity presented itself whereby she would benefit more from the crossbow's use than from violence being done her, she could within the range of her admittedly strained sight. When Spawn does not appear for further healing in the morning, Candy seeks him out at his hole. It does not take much to be a greater tracker than herself, only a pair of unclouded eyes and a modicum of patience for tedium, but he was still injured, and despite being surly she had to learn to rely on his expertise. After all, she did enjoy life greatly. And unwillingness to work with ones first team would only stain her reputation in the future. Of course, few objected to the presence of another Demimondaine in the establishment, save the... less appealing regulars. Candy hissed and snapped her fingers at the wretched creatures to scatter them and if that did not do the trick, threw coppers clear across the room as befit their station. She asks for Gethrick and hurries to his rooms. Spawn:
"I've no particular talent for speaking sweetly, or suffering fools," she says by way of introduction. "Streets running with blood on account of masses shrieking for it tend to turn one from such displays. But admittedly, my sight is not as great as some," she continues and sighs, but her lips turn up in a faint smile. Candy approaches and if allowed will heal , and damage with her remaining spells for the previous day. "Now that that is between us," she says and steps back, "I'll take your cue as to whether I should abide a while and let it be known that I might visit again, or we work out an alternative arrangement and I run down in a state of shock that you would reject my advances." After conversing with Spawn, Lilith will attend her shopping, and return to her regular clientele for the evening.
Candy's Purchases: 750 gp wand of Cure Light Wounds 50 gp Scrolls of Remove Fear x2 She'll place the remaining 200 gp in an account with the bank of Abadar. There has to be one somewhere. She has plenty of petty cash and she is a professional...
getting my head in order after a really bad two weeks. will probably have something substantial up if not this evening, then sometime before the weekend.
Candy, more than a bit miffed that she is supposed to be walking away with one thousand gold pieces does not need to be asked to leave twice.
Candy, more than a bit miffed that she is supposed to be walking away with one thousand gold pieces does not need to be asked to leave twice.
Hopefully I will sleep sometime tonight. Words are really just starting to blur together. Will look up our prospects when I have half a brain cooperating with itself again.
Eh, is cool. I don't need that 750 gp, anyway. Until I get a disguise modifier to justify the expenditure of 1800 gp.
Candy counts out six stacks of five coins, then slips the 30 gold into her belt purse. "Consider the remainder an investment in our continuing venture. A wand for minor healing will be of considerable use to us." Candy suggested. With Father Spider's ascent, Candy moves to Spawn and reaches for him. Spawn, Perception DC 25:
"I like to keep a couple spells on hand for the girls. I can spare one now, and if you meet me before I retire for the night, I'll try to save another." If agree to be touched: Cure Light Wounds healed. Blech, sorry.
Candy giggled at Father Spider's pun, drawing her quarterstaff closer to her side. "At the very least, it could be supposed that he is a creature of habit. A dodgy old kook living in squalor for 30 years is unlikely to trust any new and unreliable vendor. This makes our approach a good deal more difficult, assuming we are in agreement that our former result is not one that should be repeated," she drummed her fingertips on the smooth surface of the quarterstaff. "A puzzle..."
"It would be difficult to imagine that a gnome has survived for 30 years without any manner of... stimulous," Candy mused. "If he can employ an army of legal representatives, it is likely that he has money enough as well to have established some magical means of travel to and from his home, or... perhaps an elaborate series of tunnels?" she almost joked. "I seriously doubt the target has survived for three decades eating consuming his own emissions."
Candy recalled asking for more days to survey every option available to them before committing to the operation, and how suddenly, after exhausting only one alternative, they had gone with the most dangerous and disadvantageous location. She wished to say that that was not the f*cking that she was expecting that evening, but kept her mouth shut. Had she been allowed some freedom to perform real reconnaissance, perhaps... "Will we be given the same amount of time to surveil the target?" Candy inquired. "I believe where we lacked most was our research," she opined and then shrugged. "I know it is least favorable for us to be spotted by our mark during this delicate process, but there are alternative means of gleaning information."
Candy resists the urge to roll her sightless eyes when Squid speaks. "There is that issue of communication again," she observes. "Our host asked if we would hear his perspective, and I answered in the affirmative. "No slight intended to you, Squid, but for once today I am not speaking to hear myself."
"I would like to hear your perspective," Candy said in a clear voice when the others have spoken. "I am a woman who by nature of her profession cannot be completely divested of passion," she continued and sighed. "There are standards to maintain," she jested in a dulcet tone of voice. "Care to say I've no interest in allowing this delightful bit of theatre to resemble that of my former home in any way."
Candy clears her throat. "Out of curiosity, that mask would not happen to conceal permanent magical sight, would it? Or... indeed, any magical auras you might otherwise radiate..."
Candy takes the tea as it is offered, quite inured to unsatisfactory tastes of late. The copper of blood had yet to leave her nose, and the copper per coupling she took in the slums in her attempt to distance herself from the incident had steeled her stomach. And Galt was not known for luxury in abundance among the lower classes. While the others take their seats, Candy feigns the motions of sweetening her tea, using her fingers as the material components for and dispenses the charge on Spawn as she brushes past.
Candy, seeing that another is wielding healing magics on Spawn, steps forward. Infernal: "Is that not what the spider said to the fly?" she wonders, concerning the symbol on his mask, and his speech about Hellknights.
Candy moved behind Gethric, putting the orc-kin between herself and their masked visitor. Gethric, Perception DC 25: "I have the gift of healing, but I am not certain it is wise to draw attention to my talents at this particular moment. If you intend to attack, nod, and I will take my chances."
Candy watched as the others attempted to pull the orc-kin free, and was surprised that the offending door had not opened again to pull any others inside. Assuming that their betters had scouted the location... and it was clear from the notes that they had received and the brands in the hands that the organization had highly skilled magicians in their employ. Was it simply Spawn's terrible luck that he had reached for the door first?
After the second round? Candy approaches the group and attempts to help open the door as well.
Candy spends what seems to be several moments pondering the situation. One moment she was weary as a common copper peddler, clinging to her staff and awaiting death from every edifice of the darkened room, and the next the savage was seemingly consumed by the building. Her sightless eyes blink several times, registering that others are attempting to free him from his dire situation. Odd that he would simply climb in... she muses, and the screams register finally. Candy casts and concentrates on the oven.
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