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Oh, it was a real to-do. Sati sighs at Braden's question. She mostly hangs back and lets the others do the talking and negotiating. After the arguments earlier, she honestly finds Rath to be somewhat intimidating and is willing to let him take the lead.
Hey, sorry for not posting the past few days. I left for a vacation and in the craziness of traveling I forgot to check on this game. I have to really get it into my routine that I have to post every day from now on! looks like some pretty intense RP went down while I was gone, too.
Sati pulls a handful of throwing darts out of her pocket and aims them at the minotaur, then backs up a few steps, not wanting to be on the front lines.
Sati yells in surprise at the sight of the raging minotaur dropping down from above. She runs out into the hallway, not wanting to be cornered in a room, but still keeping the monster within her sight. Unless the minotaur seems likely to stand down, she will point one hand at it and channel a bolt of divine ki energy in its direction.
Between a group of mutated kobolds led by a mad sorcerer, and a group of bandits who used to have some sense of honor, I'd say the latter are more likely to be reasoned with, Sati says, then shrugs. But I still wouldn't bet on it. Taking in a large breath, Clyde turns to the motley crew. "Sounds to me like we need to get hold of a screech owl and sabotage this little meeting. Any ideas?" Too bad none of us are mages who can summon an owl or something. You wanna go owl hunting? She laughs, then chews her lip, thinking about the possibilities. Maybe we could disguise ourselves? Sneak in wearing cloaks, make the kobolds think the Gray Patriots are attacking them? She turns to Rathene. Have you ever been to this King's Pyre place? What's it like? You said they're getting there by boat - can it be reached over land?
Sati's eyes widen when Ragnar immediately offers up the considerable amount of money that the jailers had requested. Generous... I wonder what he's trying to do. Sati stays quiet, letting the others take the lead in interrogating, but she gives the prisoner a smile that she hopes is reassuring, in contrast to Rath's more aggressive approach.
Sati nods at Rath. Let's get inside so we can at least be out of this awful rain.
Do we expect something to go wrong? Sati asks, confused. We're just here to talk to a prisoner and head out. I suppose it can't hurt, but let's try not to do anything that would make these jailers suspicious of us.
After the fighting ended, Sati bows and easily agrees to hear the merchant's offer, introducing herself to the others once they are inside the wagon. As she listens to the others discussing the situation and during Sashah's impressive lecture on the history of Phlan, she pulls a small hand mirror out of her pockets and checks her appearance, making sure that her braided hair wasn't knocked out of place during the scuffle. (you probably recognize the mirror, carved with the image of a woman's face, as the holy symbol of Sune, goddess of love and beauty) The details of the reward aren't terribly important to me, but this seems to be a tangled knot of a situation indeed, she says. Whether this man is guilty as has been said or there's something else involved. Let's find this bandit and hopefully we can begin to unravel it.
If he's not sufficiently intimidated she runs after him to prevent him from getting away.
Seeing the man undeterred by her attempt to defuse the situation, Sati steps around him, trying to place herself between him and his attempted loot. "And if you won't be fair to others," she adds, "then why should we be fair to you?" As she lifts one slippered foot and aims a surprisingly swift kick at his midsection
In one corner of the plaza a young human woman, dressed in brightly colorful clothes, had been looking worriedly at the poster as the crowds gathered around it. As the assembled people began to turn on each other she looked around in a moment of panic, then saw the thugs trying to loot a merchant's wagon. "Stand down, you fools," Sati calls out, moving to grab the arm of the nearest man. "Just because times are hard is no excuse to throw away all civility."
Here is Archdevil's character. I decided to put together a new one instead of using one of my current characters, just for fun (never played a monk before!) |
