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So glad that Zailus did not die to that disease!
Also this was part of Outpost wasn't it? Or am I misremembering that?
Zailus downs the potion in a display that is definitely not a thing a proper woman should be doing. Or a proper man for that matter either. But with the potion coursing through her veins she feels quite a bit better, not quite realizing she hadn't been feeling up to snuff. "Righto! Let's get moving. Maybe leave a note of apology on the angry druid man's doorstep? They seemed to like the initial note we left inside. Maybe let him know that Pathfinders probably won't ever bother him again?"
Zailus gives a small shock at the bear suddenly turning towards her. "WHY I NEVER! I don't feel sick at all, and those stupid oozes got over everyone else too! But if it will make you feel better, I will take the potion. And there are possibly other ways to overcome the disease, if I even have it in the first place. You are not my god and I do NOT give you permission to kill me! My body is my own, thank-you very much."
Zailus grabs up the cape, almost before The Armenian Man gets a chance to examine the garment. "This doesn't work with my clothes, but I will NEVER give up the chance to accessorize! And just look at how the silver flows, so majestic. I knew I needed my silver bodysuit. I knew it. Why didn't I pack it? Argh!" She then looks at her boots covered in muck and sighs. "Righto, let's get to a river and wash this crud off! Then get headed back? Unless there's something else we need to do here?"
Zailus looks at the trees and frowns in digust. "Shelyn's Love! I'm going to have to climb into that damnable muck, am I not? Ugh, If I colaspe of something, someone heal me up please!" She then hoists her dress up to around her upper thighs, showing she hasn't been shaving on the trip, and then slowly plods trough the muck to be in a proper position to use her innate passionate fire to burn them down. "I've got these two, someone get the other trees!"
Having traded out her boots for golashes, with a sigh of disappointment over the unflattering formless footwear, Zilus treads forward with her falcata in hand, not sure what to make of the enemies. "Anyone want to be a dear and tell me if I should be trying to hit these things with a weapon, burning them alive, or running the hell away?" She takes up a defensive position well outside of the boggy area, still not quite ready to dirty her golashes or worse her clothes! ========
Zailus pauses for a second... "Nelket hasn't forgotten you at all but if you stay here and wallow in your self-pity of course they will forget you. First, this was not completely your fault. There might have been some other aspect at play here. Perhaps the Pallid Princess Urgathoa herself was involved. What could you have done better? Did you do your best? Then stop beating yourself up over this. Is there a way we could bring you down to where the rest of the Farheaven Clan is? So you could try to help them remember and possibly even take another shot at being their guardian?"
Zailus hearing the majority of the voices agreeing with her doing the summoning, strides up to the shrine. "Thank-you for letting me do this! Now stand back and watch a master performer at work!" She starts to perform the ritual adding flairs to every action or movement that she can. Pouring things with a flick of her wrist. Trilling a few of the words and generally making things grandiose.
Zailus pulls out her purse and takes out 25 gp, handing them to Tanbu as well. "Here you go sweetie, you should not bear the cost of that alone." She then gives the barred door to the rude man's house a rude gesture of her own before sauntering over to the statue. "Ugh I hate having to move heavy things, always makes me feel gross and sweaty. But I'll help if I need to."
Zailus looks flatly at the man. "We aren't thieves and we aren't trying to buy this. We won't be more than a few hours with it and you can have it back. If we give you money will you give us the money back when we bring the bowl back... And actually as we're going to do the summoning in front of your front step would you like to watch?"
Zailus strides out of the building, "What's all the noise back... Oh the residents came back! Perfect! We were afraid you'd be gone for days." She holds up her hands in a universal sign of not intending to hurt someone. "We're Pathfinders investigating the plague that happened to the Farheaven Clan here so many years ago. We met with Nelket in Mishkal. She said we should summon and talk to Dolok Darkfur and we needed some things for that. We searched but couldn't find a silver bowl. We were going to bring it back as soon as we were done with it of course. There's even a note about that in the room. Now please calm down and tell us why you are living here? Also I recommend not shooting someone as fabulous as me."
Zailus traipses into the house, kinda curious as to what might be in a place like this. She looks around and asks, "Anyone mind if I peek up stairs? I won't disturb anything but I'm curious what a person who lives here like this is like. And, well, you can get a lot about a person from what their bed room looks like. I mean mine's mostly wigs'n'dresses."
Zailus frowns at the suggestion of getting it via magic but does ultimately step down. "I know I'd be able to fly through there gracefully as a swan, but if you have an option that might save us the risk then I guess I can wait for you to try." As the arcanist works on studying his books, Zailus starts to limber up.
Zailus tipples up to the building, still trying to find a good way of walking across the mud and dirt in heels, admittedly short ones. She looks over the plants having no training on what they might do. "Might be my inner pyromaniac speaking but we could also try to burn them away if they look like they might be poisonous."
Zailus gives a frown at the information about map and the tree. "Personally would prefer not to mess around with something that wiped out an entire village and quickly. Sounds like a great way to become one of those lost pathfinder expeditions. But if we need to then I guess we could." She then stamps up to the new rubble pile and helps people look around in it for anything useful, and hopefully conclusive enough the group doesn't need to mess with the odd tree.
She stands outside and starts cleaning her nails trying to look bored, as she surreptitiously breathes deep breaths and tries to quell her fear.
Zailus glances up at the call of warning, and finds the mist surrounding her. She seems unfazed through most of it, but as the bear comes and attacks her, she snaps her fingers and stands her ground. "Oh, heaven and hell no! I've handled much worse bears than you in bed, you don't scare me one lick. Now get your sorry dead mist face outta mine before I find a way to toss you to Asmodeus himself!" When the mist doesn't clear, she gives a click of her tongue and frowns. "Alright, haunt we do this the hard way!" She then releases a fan of flames her hands over where the main body of the mist seems to be. "They don't call me a flaming queen for nothing!"
Zailus strides into the building after seeing that the other people wearing much heavier equipment have had no problems walking around the place. Her short heeled boots make a confident clipping noise as she goes. Getting closer to the body, she covers her nose with a handkerchief, [b]"Gods above and below is it dank in here. Let's finish up and get out of here. All of this terrible smell can't be good for us. Letting the others deal with the body, Zailus moves to look at the figurines around it instead.
Zailus takes her time stepping around the muddiest and heel-catching-est places but slowly moves up behind the ratfolk. "Searching the other places sounds like a much better deal than staring at some bones!" After a moment of completely out-of-character-ness for Zailus she finally moves next to the ratfolk, shaking her head. "Don't know what overcame me there. Felt like I was a different person for a second. Huh... Anyway what's over here? You find a good place to mix up some drinks if we're staying the night. I still can't believe you made that glow in the dark orange-red sunset drink last time."
Zailus looks over the ruined shrine with sad eyes. She takes a moment to try cleaning a little and making it look even infinitesimally better, while everyone huddles around the bones. "It's always sad to see places like this isn't it? And not much I can do for the dead but give them a proper burial.... Wait we never did ask Nelket about how her tribe handled their dead did we? Let me know if I have to help with digging holes. Sweat does terrible unspeakable things to my makeup. " She then follows Tanbu around to the back sticking well behind him just in case her open flamboyance proves to be detrimental to the halfling's style.
She frowns as everyone starts coming back. "Dangit I was going to make it over that way at some point, whoever made this path was clearly not thinking of heels, the pertinence! But what'd you find? Obviously nothing too scary or fascinating..." She watches as they go back to the bones. "Seriously, is there something interesting abut those bones?" She takes her time coming over and starts looking for a shovel.
Zailus starts to answer before getting cut off. She gives quick frown before realzing he means no harm. "I'd vote for staying and enjoying the night. There's no reason to push ahead right now and we get less than half a day of travel in. Also, drinks? Yeeessss, please!" She gives a few finger snaps before continuing. "Also if you're back by a reasonable hour and ready by tomorrow morning some play is okay. Hell I might dance for the fun of it, if Nelket is willing to have a last minute showing of the Fantabulous Zailus in the tavern! All proceeds of course go to the manager." _______________ Arriving in the village she's back into the pants, this time augmented with a leather vest that is covered in frills that look like they'd be helpful in turning away weapons as well as being fashionable. She strides into town, frills dancing, and takes a look around. "Well, we might as well start by paying respects to the god, if he can hear us. If I've learned anything from performing is you don't go into a queen's territory without paying them respects first!"
"I'd be honored to!" ---- Gillie is intrigued by Zai's wigs and makeup and enthusiastically praises her every morning without fail. Zailus gives Gillie a smile each time. "Honey, you're sweet! I'd say I can give you pointers on how to do makeup... but I don't know what to do about fur! I have to shave all of mine off, daily!"
I'd generally assume that an animal companion of someone going on a mission would be helpful, what with them being part of the player's class and the strict ban on PvP. Having an animal companion start as less than friendly is asking for trouble with that, assuming that they even use the NPC rules for this. Also meant to say this WAY earlier , but Zailus is a Drag Queen. I hope nobody has problems with that, I try to play her in non-offensive manner, and can definitely reel things in if need be! Just say something.
Zailus visibly brightens under the praise, "You can call me Zailus, or Zai, if you wish, hun. Almost no one, who knows me, uses my full name." She blinks a few times at the sight of the third arm, but decides to after a moment to shake it. "Would not have pegged you for the body modification type. But I do love a muscular hairy arm! Oh, that's a strong grip there."
She gives the half-orc a smile and gives him a double handshake back. "Again, Zailus, Zai, is good. Though you can call me anything you want." She gives him a wink and then walks away. ______________On the road Zailus ditches the heels and goes with a good solid set of boots with only a moderate heel, and settles into high waisted, flowing pants instead of her dress. Every morning she wakes before everyone to go bathe and get ready, taking her time on her makeup but not going as outlandish as the first day. She also changes her hair, now definitely noticeable as a wig, into something much smaller, but still shockingly red.
As they approach the town, Zailus jumps up and rushes off into the bushes. "Wardrobe change, give me 5 minutes, okay?" She is out of the travelling clothes in a flash and is in a dress, back on the road, in 4 minutes flat. "Okay, let's go!" In town she's all smiles, laughs and compliments, especially to the men, but also many of the women, asking how they got their hair so nice, or where on golarion did they find that pendant, it's stunning!
In the tavern, Zailus gives the place a look over. "This is a nice place, and it's amazing that you're managing it a your age. I know it's mid-day, but I'm surpursed it isn't packed to the brim. Cozy warm and such a pretty woman to deliver drinks!" She listens to the woman's story, a growing look of sympathy on her face. "That's a hard thing to bear, but you've made a life for yourself here, and that is admirable. Even more so that you were able to rescue those kids. As the Armenian said, the Pathfinders like to learn, but we also record and help when we can. If there is ever, ever anything like that plague in the future, please give us word. I'll come to help, assuming I can't drag half the Society with me. You'd be amazed at the amounts of dirt I have on some people!" She pauses for a second to think. "If your deity was able to rip out the soul of your master, would he be able to do that to us as well, or would we have to have a closer relationship or connection to him? I think Shelyn would object to me dying to another deity."
A woman in a full length bright red dress strides into the lodge, flourishing her high heels and making sure the hair on the top of her head is suitably poofed into a high, high do. She has a heavy amount of makeup on, but done in a way that gives the impression of only a light brushing of it. She flashes a smile at the group of people who must be her traveling companions and shantays across the room to them, her heels clacking boldly on the wooden boards. She stops poses for a second before introducing herself. "The fantabulous Zailus el-Ishi at your service. I'm assuming you are the other people that Venture Captain Jorsal called? It's is going to be a pleasure working with all of you on this mission! But first might I get your names? " From up closer a few things become apparent. First, underneath the bodice of the dress is what looks like some leather based armor. Second, the folds of her are arranged around what looks like a falcata and a crossbow. And finally the woman's is just a little too tall, her shoulders just a little too broad, and her muscle mass just a little too much to be normal.
Hey there just signed up for pfs pbp and saw you have a slot open in your campaign! I would love to join up and it looks like your group could use a little muscle. :) I got my info on the sign up sheet and will read up on the campaign and can be ready to go here in a few if you will have me? I'm really glad to see you found someone! Sorry for having to drop it in the first place!
Hey everyone,
I knew some stress would be coming and that I might be a bit busy, but things well exceeded what I thought. At first I was just busy (and to be honest, a little lazy) and didn’t post for a day or two, but things starting snowballing and I soon realized I hadn’t posted for days and needed to post something longer and more explanatory than a quick apology, but I didn’t have the time, motivation, or emotional fortitude. One thing I sometimes do when stressed is become avoidant of some things, especially things that are emotionally charged. Last week was one of the most emotionally draining weeks I have had in a long time. Monday started with seeing a friend of four years off because she has stage four cancer and had to go back to the UK. I had to say goodbye to students and teachers I have taught/worked with for years (which can happen any year but was harder than usual this year.) Having to say goodbye to people is something I handle terribly and I was often going home drained and not wanting to do anything or just wanting to sleep. Additionally, the longer I went without posting here the guiltier I felt about it, which made me want to push this off further. I shouldn’t have stopped posting here and I am truly sorry if I have made anyone wait, slowed down games at all, or have caused you any worry. I am physically okay, and will be emotionally okay, and work has slowed down some (next week might pick up a little but nowhere near what it was.) Part of the problem might have been me taking more games than I could handle readily and should probably cut back on some of them. I would love to find out what happens with the shield shard, but I need to lighten my PBP load. I haven’t read posts for the past 9 days, so hopefully you won’t have to issue a 0 exp chronicle sheet (aaand maybe you could recruit someone else?). I’m sorry I have taken this long to withdraw, and I wish everyone the best with the rest of the game! Sorry if you have/had to read this a few times, I’m posting it in all of the games I am in currently.
Zailus, all but her eyes covered in a scarf has a bit of trouble peering through the shifting sands but tries her best to listen the sounds that have been pointed out to her.
She gives a huff and bundles up further in her scarf, her voice severly muffled by the fabric and the strom. "Bloody sandstorm sucking the moisture from the air and maiking doing any dang thing impossible." She then waits for someone with better, uncovered ears to point out where to go.
Zailus takes out a long scarf and wraps it around her face in hopes of keeping the dry sand off her face. Shelyn above am I going to have to do some moisturizing after this! Grumpy that the trip is ruining her beauty routine, Zailus perks up at the idea of going and helping someone. "We might as well go and see what's up. If the man needs help it'd be better we went and helped him. Our the storms going to dry our skins out like parchment inside or outside these caravans anyways."
"He wears a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and an old golden bracelet he found on some archaeological dig or other. Last I heard, he was a guest of Inusi Mendalari, a noblewoman from the Artisan's Souk in Azir, with a habit of 'collecting' artists and other intellectuals she thinks might benefit from her patronage. You could also look for anyone with his fingers jammed inside an ancient magical cookie jar. That's probably Torvad." Zailus gives a small laugh at the description. "He and his 'collector' certainly sound like a pair of people to meet! I"m looking forward to it!" "Indeed! Though, I suspect you can keep your skirt as you please, well enough." He lets out a sheepish chuckle and winks at the bard before continuing. Zailus gives him another once over and then gives him an approving look, before letting the man continue. "From what I've gathered, it's a brokerage for illegal divine artifacts and relics that moves its location throughout Azir every so often to keep the Pure Legion from discovering it. That's why we need Torvad. Only someone who travels in those circles would know where the Cobra has most recently set up shop." Zailus's coy smile dawns into a full grin as she taps the side of her nose. "Ah, a divine artifact black market! What a treat! Though I'll keep the info under lock and key." "Welcome, Zailus! I have a feeling you could do a good job working the auction room." Zailus gives a modest scoff at Obo's words. "Oh that's not true. I've only worked small rooms, though I did sell all 2,000 of those dull grey ioun stones. So I guess there is a glimmer of truth to that."
Zailus reaches into her dress and pulls out a small wooden songbird with rainbow tails. She sets it on the table and purses her lips. "Ah that's why those men were so insistant on patting me down at the docks! Here I thought it was because I was attractive. Luckily that had been in a place that most men wouldn't dare reach." She gives a second to pause to let the thought sink in before laughing. "I'm joking of course, I knew they were looking for religious items, that's why Tweetie was there in the first place. There might be a considerable amount of secret trade of smuggled religious items, but I ain't paying a fine for her or, worse, risk public humiliation, incarceration, or banishment." She gives her little songbird of Shelyn a caring look before glancing up at Obo and asking, "Hmm, would you be able to keep her safe while we're tracking down that shield splinter? Unless some one else wants to take care of my birdie?"
A tall long limbed woman in a dress that almost looks like flames themselves, strides into the room and takes a seat, setting down her bag and pulling out a small mirror to check her slightly heavy makeup and make sure it hasn't shifted. Ensured everything is okay, she turns and gives the room of men a look smiling as she goes. Her eyes alight on Bartolomey, and she sashays over to him. "My aren't you a tall and handsome one!" With a wink, she moves past him and into the circle around the venture captain. She listens for a few seconds, before asking "Any other information you can give us on Torvad or the Sacred Cobra, hate to walk into this with my skirt hitched up. Also, any idea of what might be causing that rash of piracy? That doesn't sound too good!" Zailus then stops and pauses for a second in surprise. "Oh, my I never did introduce my self! I'm Zailus, Zailus el-Ishi, one of the most sensuous falcata fighters outside of Taldan." She ends the proud statement with a wink as she lays her hand on the handle of the weapon strapped to her hip.
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