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Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Sacha speeds her horse and Fylson along side her towards the pavilion. This was exactly why she stayed by Aolis side, that idiot of a so called king had to insist on dismissing bodyguards. For what, Aolis trusted her, anything said that was important she would know anyways. If something happened to her Master because of him, she would make sure he paid. Along with anyone else responsible.

Perception DC 35[/dice: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Sacha kept waiting outside as the "king" did his thing with Aolis and the others. She mostly minded the mounts and kept alert. Maybe some stray beast would come by more curious then hungry.

Unless I get a nat 20 and the DM says it's a success no edit to come. Doubt any non-main can hit that DC. :P

She had watched the all to short so called duel. It was a sad affair that left her disappointed. It seemed she had been right to abandon the style and follow Aolis advice then mentorship afterwards. She saw it for what it was, a limited style intended for limited opponents. How would it fair in the wider world, when you could not fight your enemy at close range. When you could not fight your enemy with a blade. When your enemies might overshadowed yours by leaps and bounds. Focusing completely on one form made that form strong yet exposed weaknesses along the way. No doubt in a duel she would be hard pressed, but in a battle she would survive while they would not. In the wild world, survival was victory. All their honor and puffery meant nothing to their enemies.

She left with Aolis to their next meeting, hopefully it would be more interesting then that preening display.

Dismounting as they arrived, she felt far better out of that dress and back in her armor and road clothes. Truth be told she felt almost naked in those light fabrics and get up. Unlike Aolis she did not trust Fudor to rise quickly if events called for it, the war horse would remain standing. As did she with the reins in her hand. She wanted to call upon some light, unlike the elf she did not see well in the dark. Both of them could summon some light but no doubt Aolis had the same thought she did. That would mark them for at least a mile if not more. With the stars and moon it was not a pitch black night yet hers were human eyes. Still it was some consolation that the Surtova was no better off, he would be as nearly blind as her if not more so without any light.

"I don't like the way all this is lining up."

She got no reply from Aolis.

"The Aldori are acting strangely as well."

At that the wizard hissed for silence. Her guard went up, a hand on her rapier with the sound of blood rushing in her ears for a moment as they searched the silence and insects. After a while nothing, she turned to give him a dirty look. That blank face he had started wearing was all she got. That was not good, he was worried. That was never good.

Take 20 on perception.

She watches the woman come out, ruffled to put it mildly, and make her way. Before she could make her way to enter the room, Aolis comes out looking slightly ruffled. She knew better to think anything with the wizard was simple in their current setting but she did arch a eyebrow at him. To which he quietly explained what transpired while straightening his clothes by hand, she was sure he was leaving some things out. He always did. She replied in a low voice.

"Here I thought I was going to have to kill her. Depending on what she does I may get my chance after all."

Sacha shakes her head, again sending the long black locks waving.

"It's not my waist I am concerned about, it's everything else above it. Anyways I do not think I will have time to go with you. Besides settling on preparations of my own camp. I'll be escorting Master Aolis, apparently my presence will prove useful. Not that I doubt his words, I just don't like how he said them."

He sheaths her weapon back under her dress with a slight frown.

Sacha leaves Aolis' tent in a fury. Wearing a burgundy satin long dress with a high neck halter, with the neck piece being made of burnished gold.

"I'm drawing the line, I rather eat a fireball then wear that corset and let them be damned for calling it fashion. I don't care if many of my people wear it as well, I won't."

When Alexander approaches her, she whirls around having just noticed. Her hair, normally tamed by plain ribbons or ties flows in a fan of black as she raises one side of her dress to draw the rapier strapped to her long lithe leg. It takes her a moment to catch on. She lowers her rapier.

"Oh Alexander, my mistake I thought you were an enemy. Or Aolis trying to get that cursed corset on me. Do you need something?"

Sacha exited the tent, pulling on a cord to let the layers fall back into place closing the entrance. Master Aolis still needed to get ready for the dinner, even with his magic and enchanted items he still insisted on wearing at least similar if less fanciful clothes beneath. She walked over to the pair tending the horses.

"Master Aolis would like you to have these letters delivered, in your special way. Understood."

Arden was the first to answer, taking the letters in both hands.

"That's easy Sacha, plenty to start with and only more sense the camps started plopping down. Shouldn't take long."

He gave her a bucktooth smile. In the early days she had disapproved of the siblings, their lack of etiquette and what they truly were bothered her. Yet her master would hear nothing of it and had proven her wrong many times over. Still she would have preferred they at least learn to address her properly as the eldest student.

"Thank you, Arden."

She was on her way out to start her own deliveries when Kioko called out to her from her seat.

"Hey leave the boss some energy for the dinner. You don't have to worry about him finding a puff to press."

Sacha whirled on the feline, Kioko had already rolled backwards easily to her feet with a close lipped catty smile.

"How dare...."

She had broken into a laugh and was waving her away.

"Your to easy, better not waste time if your doing something you know."

She glared at the overgrown cat, wanting to say and do more. Still the rude trollop was right and she knew it. Compared to the siblings, Kioko was nearly barbaric without even a lick of sense. Sadly her skills could not be denied in the wilderness. None the less the woman was simply primitive. No sense of decorum. She turned away to go about her business, the feline's chuckle following her.

Sacha seeks out the locations of each of those whose letter she holds. Politely waiting for them to read and offer a response before bowing and leaving to seek out the next.

Yeah in a fight without magic a magus will lose. But that is sort of the point of being a magus. A fighter against a magus with magic, the fighter will lose. A melee fighter is no good against a magus, magus don't have to get close. A ranged fighter will lose because they can get close with ease. But that is only putting it in the most basic terms, alot of factors go in and their is no catch all answer for any of it.

What I can say now is that Sacha can fly at will, to escape or close the distance, add a +20 to her first attack when she makes it, and heal herself. To name a few tricks, she is one tough and cunning cookie. Beware. ;)

Care to test that claim? ;P