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You are brash and overconfident Chukie. This is a tournament of international proportions. There exist many in the world stronger than you or I, and we would all do well to not forget that. We are among practitioners of the arcane. Finding a place to create our own shelter should not be a problem. It would be a preferred alternative. Remulus' inflection remains unchanged. His statements bare neither positive nor negative connotation, and his almost eerie calm is unwavering.
I am Richard Marquis, hired hand to my associate, Magister Rae.
Bluff:
Perception:
Remulus appears moments later directly beside Magister Jayne. His hood is now down, revealing an overhead obsidian/onyx mask with no mouth hole and two semi-transparent crystal eyeholes. Indeed, I must continue to conceal my appearance. At a gathering such as this, there are many who would recognize my face.
I cannot. My techniques for restoration allow me to rejuvenate only myself. My I am sorry for his behavior. His honor is my responsibility. Should you decide that his actions are beyond reconcile, then do what you must, but to me. Remulus speaks calmly before simply vanishing silently. Actions:
I suppose, but I would prefer not to use it. His countenance is as calm as ever.
This sparring is unnecessary. Let us register and focus on the tasks before us.
His statements of intent with regards to the tournament are true. That is all that should matter. This falsehood is for our, and by extension, your own, protection. It will not affect our ability to participate as a cohesive unit. If you must know the whole truth, that kind of trust must be earned, for the secrets we three carry are burdensome.
We will resolve this peacefully. As you request, I will attest to the character of Magister Helm on my own honor.
Even as Magister Rae's hand clasps his shoulder, Remulus remains remarkably still. It is as if he radiates an aura of disciplined serenity. I am Remulus St. Clayr. Sorcuthan by birth, self-trained Monk of the Lotus by trade. I have taken a personal oath to protect the presence of Magister Rae to the best of my ability. I intend to uphold that oath, and such is the nature of my involvement in this tournament. While I will not hesitate to do what must be done to achieve our overall victory, as a Lotus, I also prefer to avoid direct conflict if possible.
Acrobatics Check 1: DC 28 (14):
Remulus takes a deep, audible breath and apparently turns to face Magister helm as his arm raises towards the platform. Suddenly, Magister Helm's limb angles, and he releases a sparkling jet of water over the crowd. In that instant, Remulus reacts at an immortal speed. In a single blink, he is in the air, easily bounding over his companion. Impossibly, he lands on the stream of water and begins running, almost as if he were gliding, atop it, even as its drops begin to lose momentum and rain down upon the congregation below. He makes it roughly 120 ft into the air as the last bit of water begins its descent.
Acrobatics Check 2: DC 100 (50): Faster than lightning, he crouches deeply, seemingly on nothing that could support his weight, and catapults up the remaining 25 ft. to catch the platform. Landing on it, walks casually to the edge and tilts his head down, intoning to the his challengers below.
It would seem that your certificates were not well met. If a contest of agility will suffice, I am happy to oblige. While I cannot fly unaided as you can, I am quite confident in my acrobatic skills. Magister Helm, please.
It seems that discretion and subtlety are within my purview alone. As has been said, I am Remulus. Excuse my companions. I stress that it would be preferable to form some sort of alliance without much incident. As you can see, you are among men of certified skill. As one who prefers to minimize direct conflict, though I don't know that suggesting I "love" peace is accurate, I would also like to avoid "ruckus" until it is an absolute necessity.
Three figures, each sporting the same style of flowing, hooded, jet-black overcloak, obviously shadowing their faces beyond simply the darkness of the cloaks, meander through the newly formed crowd to the nexus of the ruckus. Looking upon the feline creature and his basket headed companion, the three figures, seemingly of similar stature and build, exchange glances. The figure in the middle speaks, his voice slightly muffled, but strong and deliberate. I will face you. We three are in need of that which you also seek. Together we may further our goals. If you demand combat to prove our worth and allow us to join you, then I shall be the avatar of our collective skill. I would prefer, however, that you simply trust us without the necessity of proof through violence. It is on my honor, and in good faith, that I guarantee a collective set of talents conducive to what you need. |
