OOC: so, pretty much no way that a spot score of a 9, would see it from a distance of at least 1 mile ([possibly more than a mile depending on the size of the city) I am guessing.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
For just a split second, when Ir'Throsar says the word 'assassinate', Skorri's face splits into a wicked grin--but no sooner does it appear than it's gone. "You're right, of course. Apologies," Skorri replies, in a quiet voice that belies his huge size. He motions to the other half-dragon, and he follows the elf up to the city gate. Still in that quiet voice, he continues, "Who are you two, by the way? I think we'll be working together; we might as well know each other. I'm Skorri."
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Just FYI, Dalkon, Skorri and Vale are not humanoids and are therefore not affected by Awesome Beauty--both of us are Dragon-type. If I understand the meaning of Humanoid correctly, anyway.
Actually you are quite correct. I had misread the ability and thought it applied universally when it only applies to those with the humanoid creature type (so humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, I would assume half-orcs... and POSSIBLY the monstrous humanoids but don't quote me on that as I am unsure of that one). Basically the entire party is categorically immune to the ability by virtue of none of us having the humanoid type due to either being Half-Dragons, or Aberrations.
Ir'Throsar simply ignores Skorri's request to get to know each other. If it were not for the fact that all three of them had thus far seemingly been sent on some wild goose chase for apparently the same reason, which he honestly thought some kind of cosmic joke, he would have been out of here long ago. The fact that he was being forced to track down a man who for all intents and purposes he can't even confirm the actual existence of... didn't sit well with Ir'Throsar to begin with. But to add to the fact that the request for tracking this man down came from an inanimate object who communicated the fact that it wanted him to track the man down by vague feelings and emotions, made it all the worse.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
"My name is Vale, cousin," he says. His golden, raspy voice cuts through the din of the crowd. "It'd seem that fortune would smile upon us, for I'd rather encounter this elusive being with others than alone, assuredly."
Those gathered outside the castle-gates, or more precisely on the other end of the lift-bridge from the castle, notice another joining their company, a small winged kobold who apparently goes by the name Aussir.
This little distraction lets them observe their surroundings - something that definitely comes in handy. At the sight of the group, many locals have decided to back away from this part of the town, and guards are clearly confused as to what is going on. By the looks on their faces, it's only a matter of time when they begin pre-emptive action. Further judging by the looks on their faces, that would be running away.
City.. Gates..? You are overestimating this place. I'm just assuming that you fly towards the castle-gates instead, so you guys get together and can have a good time.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"I agree, particularly since we all seem to be quite...competent.One moment before we make our entrance." Skorri focuses for a moment, preparing himself. A faint glow spreads over his body, and his expression changes slightly. "All right, time to go."
Gained psionic focus (automatic success on the roll) and put on eleven points' worth of Inertial Armor (+9 armor bonus to AC for the next 11 hours)
"Drevaba siksta! Di shio wer epanomisi ekess spol ve shafaer creol pothoc rasvim marinx. Jalla gethrisj vur vorq ihk wer xsio youwe jaciar, coinah, svabol rinov coi ui jalla!"
Draconic --> Common
Blasted sun! of all the places to send me on some unintelligent treasure hunt. Should go and look for the darn thing himself, itself, whatever it is should!
Urak stops his inane draconic monologue as he rounds the corner. Skorri and the others were not hard to spot, being as they didn't fit in with the people that he had seen in the 'city' up until now.
"Havin a family reunion of sorts?" he asks, switching to Common as he slowly approaches. "Quite a lousy spot, dontcha think? Coulda least picked somewhere other than a sun baked desert."
Vale, while buffing up, turns to the newcomer. "Another one? Hroom!" he exclaims. "Do you have a mask, too?"
Cast Divine Insight, Superior Resistance, Extended Magic Vestment (on his clothing. You didn't think he'd be naked, did you?!? He is wearing some fine threads on both halves of him, in silver and gold colours (yellow and bright grey)
At the sight of magic, the guards suddenly begin to react, their training suddenly kicking in. There are multiple yells for a commander to arrive, and the gates begin to close. Most guards up on the walls have their bows in their hands and are clearly only waiting for an order to fire. For all respects and purposes, the castle is preparing against what seems to them to be a casual five-thing siege-attempt.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"Brilliant. Well there goes any hope of Diplomacy we might have had." Ir'Throsar states sadly to himself. He then opens a pouch on his belt and pulls out a small object, and says a few words in a language that is both beautiful and weird (Sylvan). He then raises the object above his head. As he does this his skin turns red, and takes on a scaly appearance. He then replaces the scale inside the pouch.
Spell cast: Dragonskin; grants +5 Natural Armor, and +20 Energy Resistance against Fire.
Amadi, keep in mind that my character is also using his Racial Ability: Awesome Beauty, so the Castle Guards will need to be making Will Saves assuming they are looking at my character.
the Elf also says in a booming voice that carries in the air "I too have business with one of Lord Igniis' Advisor's and do not wish to fight." After he says this he makes a deep bow to the guards, making sure to show himself in a non-hostile manner.
Diplomacy Check:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +26 modifier
18 + 26
He then promptly straightens up and looks keenly at the guards awaiting their reaction.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
"I'm with these guys. I don't want to cause difficulties to good, hardworking guards like yourselves. I'm just here to see that gentleman." Skorri's tone is oddly detached and smooth for such a bestial-looking creature. "I mean, look at us. If we wanted to be inside..." Skorri looks back at his wings and flexes them "...we would be."
Ir'Throsar stamps on Skorri's foot before he could utter the fatal word's "we would be." Making sure he did not make the situation worse he shot him a glare that said "SHUT UP!"
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
Everyone can see the relief on the soldiers' faces as they are assured that the creatures come in peace. For a moment, panic is replaced with confusion as they are not exactly certain what to do. Then, however, some of them turn to look into the courtyard, waiting for something to approach. Soon afterwards a figure stands up atop the wall: A slender man carrying a large shield and a scimitar.
"State your business in Angorath or leave, lizardkin!"
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"We come to speak to one of the advisor's of the Lord of this Castle. We are told that he may be able to help us with a problem that we all seem to have in common. It concerns a special type of Masks." Ir'Throsar says as he pulls aside his cloak, withdraws his own mask, and places it squarely upon his face. Once this is done, his beauty is magnified almost 100%. The stunning nature of his countenance is now almost impenetrable.
OOC: Awesome Beauty now affects all humanoids looking at Ir'Throsar with Shaken Status who fail a Will save with a DC of 17
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +29 modifier
9 + 29
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
Ir'Throsar cannot really tell if it's the effect of his beauty or just general confusion from the man as he responds: "B-but.. You better come in. There must be something I don't know here.", as he waves the group to approach through the gates.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
As the party approaches through the gates, they get a glimpse down the moat: Craggy edges with a few lifts down on the outsides of the castle, probably being used to bring up water from the bottom, where an underground river runs and swirls with great verocity. It is obvious that anyone who'd fall there would drown in seconds, the current is just way too unpredictable and fast, and the river must go back underground somewhere.
Still, the marvels of nature cannot really compare to the interior of the castle - Not only is it well maintained, it is of pristine quality and of great craftsmanship: The walls are very smooth, almost impossible to climb, and the positioning of towers and arrow slits would make a siege very difficult without strong magical aids. Whoever drew the layout must've known plenty about warfare.
After a moment of looking around the courtyard and the people within, the man from the wall joins your company. From closer up, his features are more distinct, his skin is the colour of rust, and here in the small shadow given by the wall right behind you, it seems to glow slightly - covering a slight blush on his face as he turns to address IrThrosar: "Well met. I'm kind of at loss here, I have been the only advisor here for ages, and I must admit that I have no knowledge regarding your choice of facewear.." He says, seeming slightly embarassed and confused.
If this was anime, imagine a nosebleed. This is my revenge on Dalkon for making a male half-nymph.
Also, for those with Knowledge: Nature:
The man is Asherati, a race native to the desert regions.
Asherati have a tougher skin that they can make glow in the darkness. They are resistant to heat. They tend to be friendly, but sometimes have conflicts with other desert-dwelling races.
Asherati can swim in sand like merfolk swim in water, and many asherati cities are built under the sands. Asherati dislike getting wet, as their skin absorbs moisture at a fast rate.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"Uh.." the voice from below attracts the man's attention away from Ir'Throsar. "No, that's not me.. I haven't heard of anyone by that name, either. If we had a jester I'd appoint you to him, since that's what the name reminds me of." he says, laughing uncomfortably.
"Either way, Igniis is not here currently. He'll return for tonight's feast, which'll be in three hours, however. I'll make sure you have a spot on the table so you may address your questions to him directly." He continues, getting a more professional tone in his voice. The man clearly isn't very adept at diplomacy, although he's trying his best. "I believe I must go now, I have business to attend, or more specifically, training drills to run. Feel free to ask around, if that's of any help on your search." He continues, turning from the group and walking away while giving the few warriors still steady a sign to relax.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Ir'Throsar smiles which is still visible under his mask. He then turns to the Soldiers and starts inquiring of them whether they know what they were looking for.
Gather Information:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +23 modifier
10 + 23
Sense Motive:
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled with a +6 modifier
4 + 6
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
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IC: Ir'Throsar approaches the castle gate. Once there he looks for an on duty castle guard, hoping that he finds one at the entrance to the castle.
EDIT:
Ir'Throsar simply ignores Skorri's request to get to know each other. If it were not for the fact that all three of them had thus far seemingly been sent on some wild goose chase for apparently the same reason, which he honestly thought some kind of cosmic joke, he would have been out of here long ago. The fact that he was being forced to track down a man who for all intents and purposes he can't even confirm the actual existence of... didn't sit well with Ir'Throsar to begin with. But to add to the fact that the request for tracking this man down came from an inanimate object who communicated the fact that it wanted him to track the man down by vague feelings and emotions, made it all the worse.
This little distraction lets them observe their surroundings - something that definitely comes in handy. At the sight of the group, many locals have decided to back away from this part of the town, and guards are clearly confused as to what is going on. By the looks on their faces, it's only a matter of time when they begin pre-emptive action. Further judging by the looks on their faces, that would be running away.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Draconic --> Common
Blasted sun! of all the places to send me on some unintelligent treasure hunt. Should go and look for the darn thing himself, itself, whatever it is should!
Urak stops his inane draconic monologue as he rounds the corner. Skorri and the others were not hard to spot, being as they didn't fit in with the people that he had seen in the 'city' up until now.
"Havin a family reunion of sorts?" he asks, switching to Common as he slowly approaches. "Quite a lousy spot, dontcha think? Coulda least picked somewhere other than a sun baked desert."
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Amadi, keep in mind that my character is also using his Racial Ability: Awesome Beauty, so the Castle Guards will need to be making Will Saves assuming they are looking at my character.
He then promptly straightens up and looks keenly at the guards awaiting their reaction.
Aid another on Dalkon's diplomacy check
"Like teh elf said! We be here on friendly business!!" He tries to make himself appear as non-threatening as possible.
Diplo Assist, Ir'Throsar
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
"State your business in Angorath or leave, lizardkin!"
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
OOC: Awesome Beauty now affects all humanoids looking at Ir'Throsar with Shaken Status who fail a Will save with a DC of 17
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Still, the marvels of nature cannot really compare to the interior of the castle - Not only is it well maintained, it is of pristine quality and of great craftsmanship: The walls are very smooth, almost impossible to climb, and the positioning of towers and arrow slits would make a siege very difficult without strong magical aids. Whoever drew the layout must've known plenty about warfare.
After a moment of looking around the courtyard and the people within, the man from the wall joins your company. From closer up, his features are more distinct, his skin is the colour of rust, and here in the small shadow given by the wall right behind you, it seems to glow slightly - covering a slight blush on his face as he turns to address IrThrosar: "Well met. I'm kind of at loss here, I have been the only advisor here for ages, and I must admit that I have no knowledge regarding your choice of facewear.." He says, seeming slightly embarassed and confused.
Also, for those with Knowledge: Nature:
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"Either way, Igniis is not here currently. He'll return for tonight's feast, which'll be in three hours, however. I'll make sure you have a spot on the table so you may address your questions to him directly." He continues, getting a more professional tone in his voice. The man clearly isn't very adept at diplomacy, although he's trying his best. "I believe I must go now, I have business to attend, or more specifically, training drills to run. Feel free to ask around, if that's of any help on your search." He continues, turning from the group and walking away while giving the few warriors still steady a sign to relax.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Sense Motive: