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Shrine to Mounting Joy

There's a long low wavering yell from somewhere deeper in the temple that trails off to nothing.

"Ahem, la petite mort--the little death." Rilia explains. "Also we are not all elves here. As for the Sage of the Stolen Land's comings and going--we are of course not at liberty to say."

She takes an imaginary key and locks her lips closed and then tosses key away and smiles again.

"Still there are those here who might know the answers to things you seek." Rilia draws a big curtain aside revealing a grand room, dominated by a large baroque fountain full. Beautiful men and women stand lounge about intermingled with older men and women in togas. "I present to you: the Salon."

At this point you can mingle and make a gather info check.

Shrine to Mounting Joy

Alia stops to swallow, then, blushing in shame, adds:"Anyway, we are not lovers and not here for this kind of service."

"There may be hope yet. I am Rilia, one of the shrine's sacred hetaira." Rilia says coming to stand between the women her hands on the small of their backs, gently pushing inward.

Inside the temple air is scented with incense, and rather than interior walls most of the dividers are made of diaphanous curtains.

"So you wish to learn about this nuckelavee?" the elf says. "I myself am not an expert in field of skinless horrors. You might have better luck in distant Nidal. Still there are those who visit the shrine who know a great many things. You could ask around. I am sure there are those here who would welcome your attentions."

... She looked around for somewhere to leave Walker for a moment safely.

There was a stable across from the North Gate. There are a couple of smaller public stables along the way, and perhaps a few other private ones that will let you rent space, there are also quite a few hitching posts.

Once she found someone she headed up to introduce herself. "Hello! Me and my friend had a few ... question. If you don't mind?"

A tall, beautifully tanned elf woman greets the pair in the temple portico.

"'Friend' huh?" the amber-eyed elf woman smiles brilliantly showing off her small, perfect teeth. Looking at her teeth means not having to stare at the rest of her more apparent assets hidden behind her token attire--which seems to be made mainly of gauze.

"We temple hetaira, serve at your pleasure." She bows low, revealing enough cleavage for two women.

Hm...@Cleric: Technically Celyne gets more spells per day than a Cleric and knows the same healing spells by default.

No matter if I can ask Lessah or not, I would not want our new person to feel forced into feeling like Aidus Bandus the walking Medikit.
Channel Energy is awesome to have, but other than that the amount of new toys Cleric gets is rather boring over their career as a whole.

"♪♫ Depends upon their gah-od. ♪♫"

Twirls fuzzy masterwork manacles.

Sorry, you'll have to excuse him. He's new to all this and doesn't understand all the fancy buttons on the screen quite yet--like 'submit post'.

Monk levels? Vow of poverty samurai?

Tamirobot gives Rilia all of his stuff! ;)

Honestly it might be a day or two more to figure out what I'd like to play/build. I've got a fair amount on my plate right now and character building is not really all that high on the list. So I would just move on and say when it happens it happens. I'll be there as soon as I can.

I don't really remember there being anything particularly sexy about the current situation until it got mentioned in discussion ('sometimes a cigar--'). Nor do I remember it being the primary complaint about OOC posts which I think I clarified above but will do so again for completeness sake here.

Rilia is pissed at Nel for undermining her attempts at browbeating the drow. She has other in-game personal issues with Nel and others as well (including completely in-game linguistical issues), but her player understands that those are the sorts of things that get worked out over the course of hundreds of posts, usually ending in fist-fight and a beer. Rilia's player has no beef with Nel's player or Tamiro's player, or anyone else currently here. For that matter she figures Tamiro is the only other character she can rely on to do the thing she thinks will probably be necessary once the interrogations are over...dun dun dunnn! And any OOC text is just there for clarification (even if it only served to confuse things). And that's pretty much it.

Sex seems to be the recurring problem. Since playing a Calistrian without sex, trickery, or vengeance is about as appealing to me as playing a Sarenite without compassion and sunshine, a Caydenite without fun and a cold beer, or just plain eating room-temperature molded white styrofoam packing material, I'm just going to retire her now.

I really don't want to have to discuss 'Which is racier (and therefore less acceptable)? Black garters or ruby lipstick?' in prolonged, awkward debate on the discussion thread. I don't want to make folks uncomfortable nor do I want to unduly censor Rilia now that I have about where I want her. It just wouldn't be true to the character's character if I couldn't use James Bond film-level innuendo. Also, I do not want to hold up the game.

Not exactly sure what I'll replace her with just yet, but I'll keep it as CORE as I can and something that can heal, at least a bit, so as to not force Gillian to be the sole remaining healbot. I'll try to aim for a cleric, or at least cleric-ish. Maybe half-cleric on their mother's side or something.

I'm a bit busy this weekend (family stuff) and probably wouldn't be able to post anyhow, but should have something to show by Monday-Tuesday. Rilia can wander off into a dark cave somewhere in the meantime, or we can just say she was like the ninth season of Dallas, or something so folks can get back to gaming.

For the benefit of those who don't know, Rilia is only about two encounters older than the newest arrivals.

Honestly, I only had Rilia jump in because the dice were hating on Nel at that moment, and I wanted to avoid a big, noisy fight, even though at the time I kinda knew something like this discussion ('Rilia is stepping on Nel's shoes again') might happen.

Since Diplomacy looked like a bad option at the time (There had been a bad opening roll, it takes a minute to do, people hate you more when you fail bad enough, and 'hostiles' always have DCs in the 20s--Yeah, I was thinking meta, but meta is there to model real life) Rilia went with Intimidation. It's not her best roll (and yes, it too takes a minute unless you are just trying to shake someone), but given the circumstances of the encounter it looked like the better fit at that moment.

Given the possible trove of intel available, and Rilia being wise (stat-wise anyhow), I figured she would figure it would be good to separate the drow and question them individually so that we could sort out the truth from the inevitable lies. That is the only reason she wants to go around the corner with the prisoner and at least one ally, as explained in that first post after success was determined.

Yes, she's playing upon the drow's fear of possible torture just like Jack Bauer might, but like the rest of her equipment the manacles and bridle have only ever seen previous use in 'romantic' encounters, but since we are here, in-scene she can't exactly say that out loud in front of the enemy or rely on a pass secret message roll to tell the party that.

Rilia is geared to be a social character. She doesn't really fight well, can't pick locks, doesn't have a pet, she has crappy hit points and AC, and mostly support and debuff spells and abilities many of which people often forget to add to their rolls. In the same way that it is nice to have two front-line fighters in a party it is good to have a couple of faces as well. The only reason Rilia is in the spotlight right now is because I happened to be on the computer just then, two d20 rolls, and the fact that Nel and she were the best two for the job at the time. Though looking at Aishe....

On languages. Rilia has never liked that Nel and Tamiro openly speak in languages she does not understand. One, it goes against her nature to not be in on the secret. This doesn't have a lot to do with being in the lime-light so much as knowing where the light is. Being a GM myself I'll cop to generally being the person at the table that garners the most attention, though I would argue that it is in her nature to be involved in most things social though not always at the fore. Rilia is still primarily a support character in that regard. I have plenty of characters that I play that could care less and a few that would care more about that sort of thing. Two, she just sort of finds it rude. I as a player can just click buttons and see what is being said (I don't unless prompted to), but I can imagine that it rankles someone like Rilia to no end. Hence she picked up Tien as a language--something that was not in the original game plan. I have no problem with that. It's just an example of organic character growth.

On spell-like abilities. Rilia does not have a little UN interpreter on her shoulder, but obviously some momentarily distracting thing happened at the point when comprehend languages came online. I specifically didn't spoiler tag it for that reason. That and to let everyone know she had a moment of deep concentration (the sort of thing that invites attacks of opportunity), but I also wanted to be clear that it would be difficult to know what the actual effect of the magic was without some sort of detect magic/knowledge (arcana) roll. Usually intense concentration and a OOC note saying 'oh, I am casting this thing that normally has no visible component' so if anyone that can and wants to can do stuff assuming they have some way of doing so. I.e. Guy with sword in the next square takes the momentary lapse in concentration to attack; The gal with detect magic notes the presence of magic, etc.... It wasn't a case of trying to get away with anything. It was more a case of explaining what was visibly going on.

That and poor on-the-fly formatting.

The drow just sort of stares at Rilia in horror, then switches his gaze to Nel, before stammering in Elven, "Shindiira yabqaa ealayha fi kuhuf albahr. 'annaha mabnaa kabir faqat 'iilaa alshshuriq. 'annaha 'abadaan wahdah, wa'iin kana. waqalat 'annaha rubbama ladayha Xakihn، Jilara waLuxas maeha. 'awha, wallati 'ark almirwaeata. min fadlika, la taqtalni. 'aw alssamah bi'ann ahd qatli. 'ana mjrd 'ajir."

"The common human tongue if you please and quietly we wouldn't want to wake the sleeping dears just yet."

After she's said it again in Common, Rilia waves the way forward for the drow and anyone else who wants to accompany them into the cave outside, leaving enough to cover/coup d'grace the sleepers within.

Nice, uh, unintentional good cop, bad cop routine?

Uh uh. I know what you're thinking. "Did she fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is an empowered, maximized wand of fireball (CL 10), the most powerful wand in the world and would blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

** spoiler omitted **

Got you. So there's a small tinkling sound effect, pixie dust, and a tiny UN translator that appears on her shoulder. Or something like that. I was interpreting from this and this.

Obviously annoyed at the fact that the 1d6 x 10 minutes of time she has bought the party of reasonable dialogue with the chaotic evil prisoners is going to waste with at least a minute of explanation to the prisoner (of all people) that there is no alternative, and now Nel suggesting that Rilia said anything about torture (rather than sudden and permanent death) and even if she had mentioned rather than just intimated torture, undermining Rilia's bad ass authority in the eyes of the enemy whose people have stolen away a loved one of hers (someone she has known for longer than anyone else in the party has been alive) by weakening the party's negotiating position, Rilia says: "Nel...." through small, subtly-gritted, near-perfect, elven teeth.

bluff (pass secret message to Nel): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Rilia concentrates for a moment as if trying to control her anger.

bluff (look like she is controlling her Calistrian anger): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Actually she's not. She's still pissed, and is using her spell-like ability to comprehend languages being further annoyed at Nel for using languages that most of the party (but mostly herself) do not understand. Languages Nel rarely translates, which in turn pisses her off a bit more.

It's like she has her own little personal email server in there. ;)

As it is spell-like ability there's no real 'tell' that Rilia's doing anything, only that she is concentrating on something. Not being mad is what she projects.

"If you want to help question this one, might I suggest we do so away from the others? It is the sensible thing to do." Rilia smiles. Perfect, little, elven teeth again.

Rilia seeks guidance from above.

diplomacy (guidance): 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 15 + 1 = 23

"Well, it is either that, or we have to kill everyone here and now. You understand don't you?" She says pleasantly.

Not a grapple check? I mean she should be 'friendly' for 1d6 x 10 minutes or so. I'm not waterboarding her... yet, just asking her to step out of the room with me and Bruno (whomever that is). Basically, Rilia wants to question everyone separately (she watches lots of Ion TV) to make sure their stories all line up and determine whom she can or can not trust. As they are drow that'll be all of them. ;)

"Good, but we'll take your answers out in the hall and away from your friends."

"Ó, nǐ huì xīwàng kàn zhège...."

Rilia uses her whip to indicate that she, the drow, and one other should step out of the room.

Best to interrogate them separately. She thinks. Best part of this whole damn trip.

"Let me try...."

intimidate (influence): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Normally this takes a minute+ to do, but given the situation I'm sure she'll hear Rilia out.

Rilia produces a set of masterwork manacles, and then a bit and bridal made for a medium-sized mount....

Cleric (Calistria) 4
+1 Fort, Will save
+6 hp (one from favored class)
+4 skill ranks: Bluff +1, Intimidate +1, Knowledge (arcana) +1, Perform (orate) +1 (which adds +1 to Diplomacy and Sense Motive via Versatile Performance)
1 additional 1st level and 2nd level cleric spell/day.

Do doo do! Level yourself up to level 6. You got a boatload of story XP for how you handled Zincher's camp.

"I would like to thank all of the little people, Spencer for his peom, Tolkien, Howard, Lovecraft, all the game's designers, my mom, my hairstylist Sharona, and of course the party without whom none of this would be possible." ;)

"That's an akata," Gillian adds after looking at the dissecting corpse more closely.

bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

"I was just going to say that." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "I think Zincher would have kept all of his experiments in one place, in camp, were he in his right mind. I would guess this to be the work of the drow."

"It's..."

knowledge (the remains of dog-like creatures splayed upon low tables in underground settings at least 10 miles away from a communities thrope-sized or larger--it was minor at university): 1d20 ⇒ 6 + something =

Not this?

A player in my game suggested it after a particularly bad encounter with a crypt-thing in maze-like dungeon.

"Fine." Rilia says stowing her wand and rising to her feet.

suggestive wand of clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

suggestive wand of clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

suggestive wand of clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The Murder Hallway - Round 4

Aishe is unable to pinpoint the demon's location, as it moved stealthily after turning invisible. For transparency's sake, he moved at half speed through the wall last turn to end next to Rilia.

;) I see what you did there. 'Transparency's sake'. Ha.

"And another thing-! ... What!? ... It's right behind me isn't it--YEE-EE-OWCH!! BRRRrrr. Cold. So cold...."

Rilia reflexively steps 5-feet back and triggers her mirror image copycat while trying to maintain her bardic composure in the face of great pain.

Inspire courage allies receive a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

And the demon is still antagonized (You fluster your enemy. For the next minute, the target takes a –2 penalty on all attacks rolls made against creatures other than you and has a 10% spell failure chance on all spells that do not target you or that have you within their area of effect.)

Both copies of Rilia draws their swords up in front of themselves and go full defensive.

The Murder Hallway - Round 3

Aishe, Nel, Rilia, Tamiro, Gillian - You're Up!
Shadow

Please remember your ghost bonus! Nel and Tamiro, this means you ;) It's a +2 morale bonus to attack and damage. With Rilia's inspire courage, you're at a +3 to attack and damage overall.

What happened to round 2? It is only important for me for performance keeping track of rounds.

sense motive (immediate): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Rilia continues taunting the demon and encouraging her allies. "So are we, all shadow and no substance?"

intimidate (antagonize): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Inspire courage allies receive a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

Also the demon is probably still antagonized (diplomacy version) by yours truly for the total of a minute.

"Shadow demon or not, it doesn't hold a candle to us!"

Inspire courage alies receive a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

Also the demon is antagonize by yours truly for a full minute minus last round.

"Hah! I can take it!" says the owner of the +11 (+13 v enchantment) Will save. "Willful. That's me."

knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"Well it is definitely not undead! Still, it can't be all that tough, skulking about like it is in a scruffy little cave like a now tattered bit of soiled sail cloth."

sense motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

[dice=diplomacy (antagonize, insight bonus)]1d20+14+2[/dice]

"Go get it Nel!" She says and moves off to the side to let Nel and the others do their thing.

Rilia contemplates the idea of the short, scruffy man naming his two-handed weapon and for a moment looks amused.

Tamiro holds up his blade, a normal, albeit well crafted, katana, and in a thoughtful, melancholic voice says, "My fathers sword, passed down for generations. It is crafted using ancient methods and magics to fight the Oni and Kami of my native lands. It can cut spirits apart like it does normal flesh, and will rend a demon in two. Thus it was named, Akuma - sureiyā, the Demon Slayer."

"That doesn't sound pretentious at all." Rilia says so flatly it sounds like a compliment.

bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

sense motive v Nel: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Rilia frowns at Nel for no reason she can put her finger on. Rilia unconsciously believes that she is supposed to be the inscrutable one.

She summons up dancing lights with a word, demonstrating to anyone interested in that sort of thing that she was correct about her earlier assertion regarding her visual ascetic qualities when viewed under the proper lighting. Which is to say that the lighting was probably not proper at all given the current situation.

"Shall we?" She says in a sultry boudoir voice.

"Well then how are we fixed for light? I'm no Dawnflower disciple. I'm best experienced by candle light you know." Rilia almost purrs the last part.

knowledge (religion) = 19

knowledge (arcana) = 17

These are to determine anything about her type(s) post- and pre-mortem (ghost, spectre, wraith, etc..., harpy, siren, furry conventioneer, etc....)

His luck holds however, and he sees nothing in front or in back.

Perhaps Aishe is not looking at the right back? ;)

This large chamber rises to a height of roughly thirty feet near the center, where a very small hole acts as a natural skylight. Relatively quiet, with the constant crash of the ocean muffled by solid stone, this cave seems an ideal lair. Moisture-slicked mildewing tapestries and bookshelves cover nearly every inch of the walls, indicating that at one time this chamber did serve as home to some kind of creature.

Sitting in the center of the floor is a ghostly bird-like creature with the head of a beautiful woman. She smiles serenely as the barricade falls and rises. Her hands fold outward in a gesture of peace and welcome.

"Welcome, saviors of my beloved's soul. I can feel the warmth of Yaris within you."

"You are Yaris's lover. You are Virashi and this-- this is your beautiful library."

knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"Well, it's not as if drow are like goblins," Gillian returns, though if she's put off by Nel's response she doesn't show it. "They're myth to most people and so it makes more sense to assume that tales of sightings are...exaggerated or mistaken, in some way. But, I am sorry that I doubted you."

Rilia remains silent at Gillian and Nel's exchange.

Later at the sign post.

bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Rilia remains blasé. "Unless you believe it to be too perilous."

Oof. He will fall on his turn. Waiting on Tamiro and Nel. Botting will commence shortly.

Oh sure! It works for her!

spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Command!

Rilia moves forward and slashes her sword threateningly.

intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 Pass....

Antagonize (the crossbowman) You fluster your enemy. For the next minute, the target takes a –2 penalty on all attacks rolls made against creatures other than you and has a 10% spell failure chance on all spells that do not target you or that have you within their area of effect.

The crossbowman sends a shot flying at Rilia with a grumbling, "زانية كريهة."

The bolt, however, hits the cave wall, causing a few rocks to scatter down.

** Crude Elven spoiler omitted **

"HA! لم أكن حتى تناولها أداة!" Rilia shouts back.

... the first of Tamiro's attack hit, but not the second.

I don't think he's up yet then. You got him bold in the Init tracker.

Rilia works her magic against the duelist (from cover, having antagonized the archer). Then says putting emphasis on the third to last word: "أنا أوصيك أن إسقاط سيفك"

Typo. He's #42, the Ultimate Answer to Life the Universe and Everything. I have about 70 but I've probably only played a third of them. However when I get an idea for a new character I have to make 'em while the inspiration is with me.

I've got a paladin of Shelyn based on sailor moon, Archimeles, a monk based on a pastiche of every classical Greek thinker you can imagine, a traumatized (in a fun way) 'delusionist' who believes her own illusions and thinks that people don't post often are hallucinations, an executive assistant gnome staff magus, an Igor from the Disc World, an Arabian swordsman touches upon Lovecraft country, a Pharasmin inquisitor/efficiency expert/bean counter, and an abrasive wizardess based on Dungeon Magazine's former iconic blonde bob-top wizard with a quasit familiar. ;)

Now though I have to get to work.

Initiative 4! Gillian really is a lame oracle :P

I like to call it abiding.

Initiative 11 so there! Xp

Those voices! No. They can't be! She moves forward to the entrance Which she doesn't have a enough movement to squeeze thougth and prefers the 'cover' to being an 'easy' target ...They are!

But it-- Rilia reels it in. She collects herself quickly. After all hasn't she already seen any number of strange, unreal monsters in her short life?

swift sense motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

♪♫"الأدعياء !الليلية سخيفة !الطعم للأسماك التي من شأنها أن تملص ذلك في الوحل و القذارة ! نعم ، أنت جبان في الظهر! حتى هو الملتوية لسانك . كنت أتكلم الجان كما لو كان لديك الذبابة عالقة في الأنف لك !و قزم حقيقي من العفريت الرئيسية يقف أمامكم الآن!"♪♫ She slashes her rapier through the air dramatically.

[dice=diplomacy v crossbowman (antagonize)]1d20+14+2[/dice]

Following the path Zinc her took the night before, it dips down toward the shore before turning back to the cliff. The path narrows to five feet wide when it starts to curve around the Cliffside before it ends abuprtly in a crack as wide and as tall as a horse.

Patients?

Rilia replenishes her spells at sundown, so what she has for the day depends on when Zincher and the others arrived at the sick tent.

[dice=stealth (to follow)]1d20+2

"Boo." Rilia whispers in Aishe's ear.

She tries to rouse at least one other party member on her way past the tents--assuming Zincher does pass any other tents.

Koff, koff. Any of this change anything?

Rilia replenishes her spells at sundown, so what she has for the day depends on when Zincher and the others arrived at the sick tent.

stealth (to follow): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Boo." Rilia whispers in Aishe's ear.

She tries to rouse at least one other party member on her way past the tents--assuming Zincher does pass any other tents.

"Maybe they didn't want to be specimens?" Gillian offers dryly. "I mean, I'm sure some would just jump at the chance but not everyone is progressive and future-oriented."

Clearly able to see that Zincher is not amused, Gillian shrugs and puts on a more diplomatic face. "Sarcasm aside, what exactly are you trying to do here? I'm asking because maybe there's a way to do it without using living people as test subjects."

They would show up now. Sigh. Don't they have radioactive rocks to collect?

"Ahem, I mean that it is easier, quieter, and less dangerous to transport humans on stretchers than akata or zombies in cages. All I have to do is keep them under until we get back to Riddleport. Once we're back at your place, well, Mr. Zincher, I'm a bit of an expert on the courtship and mating rituals of apex predators...."

She draws closer to the man and smiles.

bluff (guidance, eagle's splendor): 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 22

However, back at camp...

As Nel, Tamiro, Aishe and Gillian arrive back at camp, they spy Clegg Zincher stomping over to the healer's tent as night begins to fall. His nostrils flare as he throws the tent flaps open and sees Rilia sitting next to the sick people.

"How dare you," he says, his voice very low. "You agree to my employ but then you sabotage my operations? I was going to sell these specimens to the Cyphermages!"

Before anyone arrives, Rilia casts eagle's splendor, guidance, and sanctuary.

And steps out to boldly confront him in front of the tent.

Rilia blows out an exasperated breath. "Zincher. You trying to breed these things aren't you to take back with you? Correct? Well, you're doing it all wrong."

She explains the economic advantages of keeping the akatas stuck in their torpid hosts for ease of transport, feeding, etc....

Zincher's man set the silver plater down revealing a perfectly succulent chicken beneath, braised in herbs and vegetables. As a second man brought over a bottle of fine wine from the mobster's private stock for Rilia's approval. More food and dessert's arrived on brilliantly dressed platters, each one looking almost too good to eat.

Rilia nodded and tucked her white cotton bib down into her firm cleavage and began to eat. "Mmmm." She purred.

The feeling of warm water washes over Rilia like the gift of some divine being, taking the last of the soap and shampoo with it. She rises from the tub and accepts a dry, fluffy, two-hundred thread count towel from her manservant What's-his-name.

Under the effects of her enchantments the rest of the camp kowtows to Rilia's every need. Carrying her around in Setzer's chair, peeling her grapes for her, preparing her drinks with tiny umbrellas set in them, and fanning her as she basks in the sun. She wonders for moment how her friends are doing shrugs and returns to reading 50 Shades of Hades.
Meanwhile....