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Shamil looks around. Why can't the beast man give her more thingy? She wasa good girl didn't mean to play wit knifes ugly boy with one eye wouldn't go way. I was suposed to do somethng bad bud don't remember what now. Why do I feel so sad now?Thisnotright. Wish I. What? Where is First World, miss mommy.

With her skin, hair, in fact whole body now porcelin white, a tear forms on her right eye, almost blue against the backdrop of her skin. She then slumps over, dead.

random 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
X2: 9 - 1d6 ⇒ 9 - (6) = 3
Y2: 4 - 1d6 ⇒ 4 - (5) = -1
Z2: 9 - 1d6 ⇒ 9 - (2) = 7

Final: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

You look back and forth as the captain asks you about the captives. Digory is bent over, trying hard not to say anything, or so it seems. Shamil on the other hand is a different story. You see her start to giggle, repeating, "Dong, schlong, billibong," over and over again, almost as if in a mantra. After a moment, she begins slurring the words, more mumbling than anything. She starts frothing at the mouth, gurgling nonsense. As this happens, her hair, formerly a deep purple with blonde streak, begins turning silver, and then almost pure white.

"By the time I was done, you would have been in no condition to assassinate anyone", the bull says brusquely.

"What about Niles? Why kill him?"

"Good grief, that idiot was taking too long. He had a hard time keeping his little pecker up to. Maybe if he didn't hit the rum so hard...Besides, I told you I had a job to do, and I was going to get paid, even if there were a lot more of you then we expected." Shamil glances over at Digory, who gives her a warning glare. "What, were you expecting to keep my mouth shut or something. It's not like we know a whole lot anyway." She turns back to you and says, "Look, ask the other gnome down the hall. We were paid to meet up with him before we met you people. Perhaps he knows more."

Ruul returns a short moment later (after donning his loincloth and helping Lavinia into her armor).

"Thank you Calendir. We will take them from here."

[dice=Diplomacy w/ Enhanced Diplomacy]1d20+16+2

He looks at Lavinia and then glances at the bound Shamil.

"Was what happened to Nigel, what you had planned for me?" he asks as he adjusts his loincloth in hopes that the amorous little gnome will focus on him instead of what's hanging behind his garment.

Showing hatred to Digory as he lashes his tongue at her, she turns back to Ruul. "Unfortunately yes. But I guarantee that you would have died with a smile on your face. I love having my way with people, but I would have still done the job if that's what your asking."

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Her elfin eyes flashing with anger, Elen shouts "Sove!" at Shamil, fixing her arcane powers on the gnome.
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Slumber hex DC 19 Will save, falls asleep for 7 rounds.

You should be able to move around a little bit. Also, please re-roll the initiative, the dice must have fallen off the table, lol.

Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Shamil slumps to the floor, dreams of riding a minotaur are the last thoughts she has.

Shamil finds herself uncontrollably drooling. She knows what she was brought here to do, but staring at the mountain of beef is too much for her. By instinct, she finds her blade in her hand, but she is dumbfounded to know what to do with it.

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Shamil holds action (since 'drool' is not sanctioned by Paizo :)

Shamil wrote:

@ Azaraunt

"Oh cor blimey, whatcha got stickin' out under your robes there, honey. Looks like nothing wee about you, I see." You look down to see a female gnome giving a hard stare at your center mass and below. She is wearing a corseted blouse (which does little to hide the enormity of her bosom) and a finely crafted petticoat skirt. Her hair is purple with blonde streaks and a full row of both uppers and lowers in her smile. "I've always wanted to get to know a wizard, see what kind of 'magic' he might be willing to show to a gal like me."

Caught off guard in below in the halls of the under deck, the wizard blushes visibly, begins to say something, thinks better of it, and instead explains. My dear lady, I believe your expressed desire for my company is a compliment, and I do not wish to be rude, but we have not been properly introduced. I am Azaraunt, and, as you have so cleverly surmised, I am a wizard. I am quite busy at the moment with wizardly things, but would enjoy your company and conversation at dinner tonight in the galley with the rest of the passengers. And perhaps this journey will present opportunities for me to demonstrate my magic.

[dice=Perception]1d20+11
He fails to notice the hidden blade and nods his regrets. So until dinner I must be deprived of your company and remain diligent to my work. Until then... He moves toward his cabin.

As you leave, you can hear the gnome muttering something under her breath, "What in the hell does a girl have to do to get a shag around here? Stupid...(inaudible).

@ Azaraunt

"Oh cor blimey, whatcha got stickin' out under your robes there, honey. Looks like nothing wee about you, I see." You look down to see a female gnome giving a hard stare at your center mass and below. She is wearing a corseted blouse (which does little to hide the enormity of her bosom) and a finely crafted petticoat skirt. Her hair is purple with blonde streaks and a full row of both uppers and lowers in her smile. "I've always wanted to get to know a wizard, see what kind of 'magic' he might be willing to show to a gal like me."

Walking up behind Ruul, the gnome spies the situation and says, "Cor blimey, I din't know you had a luv for another bonnie. I'll be off wit' meself then, if that's how it butchers. I can always find me another mate on up the frog and such." Unless she is stopped, she'll turn around and leave.

Ruul enjoys the performance, clapping his huge meaty hands together with the rhythmic of the song (poory).

At the gnome's comment, Ruul quickly replies.

"It is just a quarterstaff weighted properly for my frame. It is quite-", the minotaur stops when he notices precisely where the little newcomer was looking while she had been talking.

"I trust it is to your liking?" the bull says with a change of tone as he appreciatively studies the small woman's exposed unsmall features.

"exposed unsmall features?" That's being very polite. LOL

"That's quite a Hampton you got there, big boy," the 'little' lady says, still with that big grin on her face. "Although I would call it more of a half-staff, rather than a quarter, judging by the look on your face, if you can Adam and Eve it." Still looking up your 'skirt,' as it were, the wee gnome continues. "You got a nice, tight bum to go with that stick I see." You see her giving you an appreciative stare as you look down at her.

"Tell ya what love, how 'bout later on, we settle down somewhere's cozy like. I have some of me mother's ruin with me, I might let ya get me pissed and probably even creamed as we head up the frog and toad here. What do you say?"

Bear in mind, the three conversations (Roondar, Shamil, and Digory) are happening as the boat is pulling away from the dock to head back into the Sellen. It's about 11 am for those keeping track.

Oy 'ey. :) He does 'ave some family jewels on 'im though, don't he. LOL

@ Ruul

"Oh cor, is that a log that your carrying, or are you happy to see me?" You look down and see a rather striking looking female gnome, looking right up your loin cloth. She has shimmering purple hair with a couple of blond streaks, wearing almost inappropriate clothing, and has rather 'huge tracks of land' although proportionate to her size. She is staring up at you with a fierce, almost predatory grin.