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[Skyrunner]

((Okay, so Bluff is opposed by Sense Motive, which happens to be 7...))


Anya : 6 + 18 = 24
Merchant : 17 + 7 = 24

"Heh, oldest trick in the book: the next door merchant! Like I'd be tricked by that!"

(Anya Sense Motive ! 3 + 1 = 4. You can't tell if he's lying or not...)
(Rudra Sense Motive! 20 + 0 = 20. You have a hunch that he's pulling something.)



((Lucky merchant. Rolling a 17...))

[SeriousConcentrate]

Anya grinned toothily. "Well, your loss then. How about it, Rudra? Feel like taking a quick Dimension Door trip to the next village over?"

(Trying to bluff again. Also, does anyone else in the party have good Bluff? If so, I might try to DD out, grab them, give them a quick rundown of the situation, then DD back and have them act like she or he's the merchant. :3)

[Skyrunner]

Anya 13+18 = 31
Merchant 9+7+5 =21

The merchant suddenly looks worried.
"Okay, okay, how's this sound?"

Quill of Transcription - 6600 gp
Angel Down x8 - 660 gp
Pearl of Power (3rd) - 8000 gp
Prayer Beads (lesser) - 10000 gp

((Merchant got +5 because he was on guard. You won by 10 and drove down the items to 80%. the next attempt will get the merchant a +9 bonus, if you use bluff again. Using Knowledge(Arcana) on a single item is easier if you want to haggle more.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Up to Shoruke now if he wants me to keep trying or buy the items. ^^^)

[Shoruke]

((the prayer beads are at a negligible markup, and we're actually getting the pearl of power at lower than usual cost at this point, but he's trying to sell us the quill at about 189% of its normal cost... and the rolls would be your +18 vs his +16. Go for it, dood! Er, please.  ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

Anya discretely adjusted the neckline of her robes and leaned forward over the counter, going for a distraction technique available to her and not Rudra for obvious reasons. "That does sound more reasonable, thank you... but what about this quill? I know for a fact I could buy the materials and make one myself for a third of that cost." She actually didn't have the ability to do so, but hopefully he would be too distracted by other things to pick up on that.

(Still bluffing, as per request. Am I correct in assuming the base cost of a Quill is about 2500 GP? Also, is this guy selling robes of any sort? I feel the need for enchanted clothing for Anya, and maybe Rae.)

[Shoruke]

((Basic price is 3,500 gp for the quill.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Ah. For some reason I had the idea that you meant 186% of its base cost, not base cost +86%, and estimated it. My bad. ^^^; )

[The Fool]

It's always nice to write a backstory and to make it the character's goal to uncover it. Not even the DM knows the truth!

Spoiler: The journal begins (click to show/hide)

Entry 1:

The others have started keeping journals. So I’ve decided to start writing one myself to collect my thoughts. Lately I’ve grown a pair of white wings, and my blood is turning orange. My hands glow with divine magic which I can cast on myself and others. To say the least I’m a little scared of what’s happening to me. If I actually remembered my past maybe I wouldn’t be so scared, but I don’t.

Tabbytha has been with me ever since I woke up in a field with none of my memories, but she doesn’t want to talk about my past at all. She said I was lucky. When the Saint met me he was about to say something about me, but Tabbytha stopped him from speaking just as he got onto the topic of what I was. This is one mystery that I don’t think I will be able to solve easily. Whoever knows something about what I am doesn’t seem to want to talk about it openly around me. I should talk to the Saint while Tabbytha is sleeping. I’m glad cats don’t have opposable thumbs or else she’d open the lock and start reading though the journal while I’m off the ship.


Entry 2:

Tabbytha is following me more closely than usual, is the Saint’s presence keeping her on edge? Either way I can’t talk to the Saint if she’s just going to silently shut him up with her glare. I’m going to have to sneak off in the night and hope that I can sneak by her.

Spoiler: The meeting on the deck (click to show/hide)

Luke quietly rolled out of bed and looked back, Tabbytha wasn’t wake yet, good. Luke quietly walked out the room, slowly shifting his weight as he walked. He way up the solid oak ladder to the upper decks in silence. The Saint almost seemed to be waiting for something as he stood at the bow of the ship looking out at the raging water. Luke walked up to him eagerly. Maybe he would finally get his answers. He called out to the Saint, hoping that the waves crashing against the ship would muffle his voice below decks. “Saint. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

The Saint turned in surprise. He seemed to ignore what Luke had said. “Hello there Luke, what are you doing up so late? Don’t you normally sleep for a few hours now?”

“Normally yes, but as I’ve said there is something I needed to talk to you about. What am I? I need to know.” There was a silence between the two as the waters crashing into the ship echoed over the deck. “I can’t just keep changing and not ask.”

The Saint shifted his weight slightly with a small groan of metal grinding. “The cat’s gone?” He waited a moment, glancing from side to side. Finally he spoke. “I’ve heard rumors several years before I came to this plane about exiles from Celestia when I saw you I assumed that the rumors were true. The cat is merely proof of this. You’ve been banished to the material plane to atone along with several other beings. You’re regaining your true form on this plane as a result of your continued good. What you and the others did was just. If it were me I would have still def-“ He was cut short by a small black cat in a suit who had hopped on the Saint’s shoulder. “Morning.”

The cat laid down across the length of the shoulder and started speaking, |”What have we here? Talking about the past are we? You know that it’s a crime to discuss such matters to exiles, right? Unless you want to be judged and sentenced I suggest you stop talking about this.”| She smirked at the construct as she purred in delight. It was obvious that she thought little of the warforged before her.

The Saint took a step back, gasping in surprise, but the cat stayed adamant on his shoulders. “What!? N-no. I mean... I didn’t mean to interfere with your judgements. I simply will not speak of it again. You have my word.” The Saint was clearly alarmed, waving his hands franticly, desperate to correct what he said earlier. It was obvious to Luke that something had seriously got the Saint worried.

Tabbytha’s smirk faded into one of contemplation as the Saint tried to make his peace with her. |”Your word? I suppose it will do considering your home plane. If you dare to bring it up again I will be watching your trial with a smile on my face.”| The mysterious cat hopped down from the shoulders of the mechanical man and walked over to Luke. |”I hope you intend to drop this little investigation. You may get more than you bargain for if you dig too deep.”| She watched Luke flinch at the comment that almost sounded like a threat. It was obvious that he was not expecting this from who he called his secretary. |” I wouldn’t worry about me. I’m here to advise and assist, nothing more. There are some beings that would love to see your wings torn from your back just waiting for you to find them again. I don’t want to see you run into them.”|

Luke turned to the cat walking past him. “So you’ve been watching me for the last several years and you didn’t bother telling me any of this? What’s going on?”

The suited feline stopped and turned to Luke, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to walk away with some kind of explanation. |”I’m merely here to observe and advise. It’s nothing personal. I’m sure that you’ll figure everything out in time on your own, but until then I can’t tell you anything about the incident or the exile. Unless you intend to make others break the laws of Celestia for your own petty goal I suggest you leave others out of this.”| She turned away one last time, walked to the ladder and hopped down to the cabins again to sleep.

Luke looked at the Saint, “I’m sorry to drag you into this. I had no idea.”

He nodded and spoke in his metallic voice, “I have respect for you. What you did in the past was just. That’s all I’ll say on that matter. Good night, Luke.” With that Luke returned to the hold, while the Saint turned back to the bow of the ship and sat down to stare at the waves. Perhaps he is waiting for something.

Spoiler: An investigation begins (click to show/hide)

Entry 3:

Based on what the Saint said last night I must have been an angel in Celestia, but for some reason I was exiled. Whatever it was he said it was just. That’s all I have so far.

I think I’ll continue with my investigation into my past against Tabbytha’s wishes. It will be hard to gather information from churches and libraries since the exile would likely have to be within the last decade. I’d be looking for an official logbook from Celestia that should still be in their possession, and I can’t ask anyone about it directly. Heck, I don’t think I can even explain why I want to find this book without breaking some kind of law. I think this will be a challenge to my detective skills.

I doubt Anarose would have something recent like that since she’s trapped in her demi-plane. Not to mention it would be a dull read. Still, I should at least look the next time I’m in her library.

And to think that I haven't even written the Saint's journal.

It probably won't be as long.

EDIT: Oh yeah, this takes place before we purify the Winterer. I'll post actions along with the Saint's journal tomorrow.

[Dwarmin]

((time to plot!))

Sometime before the trip to Hatred Island...

Tali stood in darkness, her axes bared.

"Come on! I don't got all night!" she growled.

A smooth voice answered, echoing from nowhere and everywhere.

"...I don't need to fight you. You'll defeat yourself. You'll betray them...you always do..."

...

Tali woke up with a gasp, her handaxe raised in her left hand. Her eyes immediately rested on the sleeping form of Kanesrae. Back to the Axe. She put it down. Tali wouldn't remember much of the dream, but it mader her uneasy...that day, when the expedition to the island set out, she stayed on the ship-the echo in her head 'You'll betray them...you'll betray them..."

-----------------------------

Riawilde didn't have any dreams. She didn't sleep at all. The closer they had got to the island, the worse the headaches became-it felt like a spike being driven into her head. The spirit realm was screaming, madness, horror...and sorrow. So much, Rias mind was breaking. She was strong, but...not strong enough.

Not wanting the others to see her like that-especially Rae-she had retired to her quarters, Bael tending to her, keeping her from slipping into a deeper dark with kind, soft words and tender ministrations.

-----------------------------

They had watched the others leave from the deck, the three left behind. They all felt a certain cold dread. All eyes watched Rae as she walked away, carefree and happy. Deep down, they knew something was very wrong...Tali lowered her head, spitting into the ocean and skulked back under the deck. Ria almost collapsed, Bael picking her up in his arms and spiriting her away.

And, far away, Bano the Lich chuckled a dusty, mirthless laugh. It was so difficult to forge emotional bonds, he mused...and, so very easy to sunder them. Perhaps he would work on the Wizard next...

[Shoruke]

And, far away, Bano the Lich chuckled a dusty, mirthless laugh. It was so difficult to forge emotional bonds, he mused...and, so very easy to sunder them. Perhaps he would work on the Wizard next...

((Let me guess... we're about to go over a huuuuge waterfall. Sharp rocks at the bottom? Bring it on.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Actually, I think Dwarmin has the wrong idea. >.> @Dwar: Not that you could know, especially since the part where we met Bano is lost, but he had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Rae. In fact he took a few shots at the demon himself. Personally I believe he's too crazy to do much planning. I mean this might as well have been the fight theme. ^^^ I think he is a bit pissed at Rudra/Saint/Anya for kicking his ass, though... )

[Skyrunner]

((A slight thing - Bano didn't do it! Basically, the devils invaded Bano's tower, and one opportunistic devil decided to mind control Kanes. Bano is similar to a Xykon (POWER EQUALZ POWER!) but without the cunning. ))
Ninja'd.

~~dream

Rudra
He stood in a field. A hundred grape trees grew and became a thousand grape bunches that totaled ten thousand grapes. Ten thousand grapes fell to the ground and sprouted one hundred thousand grape vines that grew into a million grape trees ...

scene change

A grape tree was severed and fell to the floor. The tree shivered and stood up on its branches. It cackled madly. The tree whacked all the other trees beside it and burst grapes that exploded into red, red, blood. The killed trees themselves got up and slowly progressed to attack all the other trees...

((Place = Anarose's library))


~~dream
Kanesrae

A misty border surrounded her field of vision. She was falling. Falling from a great ocean in the ... middle of the sky? It seemed wrong. She somehow knew it was called the Middle Ocean, but Kanesrae knew not of that name. Yet she was, and knew. Falling ...

A sharp pain accompanied her descent into the ocean below. She faintly felt the feeling of bones breaking.


scene change

A wave woke her. Her, and pain. Her pain. She was on a beach. The silver sand was smooth like fabric, and also was cool. She lifted her head, and saw a human who looked very much emancipated from his flesh holding a bony hand out to her. She felt like screaming, or maybe attacking, or perhaps running, but she grabbed it and got up.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME? WHERE ARE YOU FROM?"

His voice was harsh and loud, but not unkind. She introduced herself.

"My name is Ediacaran. I am from ... the sky."

((Place == Altaria, Middle of Sea))


((GOGO GADGET, dreams as plot device!))

Anya discretely adjusted the neckline of her robes and leaned forward over the counter, going for a distraction technique available to her and not Rudra for obvious reasons. "That does sound more reasonable, thank you... but what about this quill? I know for a fact I could buy the materials and make one myself for a third of that cost." She actually didn't have the ability to do so, but hopefully he would be too distracted by other things to pick up on that.

Anya 17+18 = 35
Merchant 13 + 16 = 29

"Hmm, well, the quill is overpriced, to be honest..."

The merchant hesitates while surreptitiously casting his eyes around.

Quill - 6000 GP.

((Next Bluff DC = 7 + 9. No increased penalties due to distracting 'tactic' >.> I think Anya is pretty, because she has high Charisma, no?))

[The Fool]

Luke stretched out his wings as he walked through the streets. People were staring at him, but he knew that it couldn't be helped. Now knowing that he truly was an angel at one point he felt the need to get a more appropriate weapon than the one that he got so long ago. He was thinking of picking up a longbow instead of crossbow, but he had no idea if the merchants in the city would have the kind of bow he wanted. He turned to Tabbytha who was lagging behind, almost as if she were trying to keep her distance from Luke. |"Tabbytha, I don't really trust you, but would you help me find a longbow?"|

Tabbytha trotted up with a sigh. |"I said I would still help, and I meant it."| She seemed worried about his distrust, but considering what happened she was relieved that he still trusted her enough to ask for help.

Taking the initiative he started asking around to find a store that would sell a +1 Holy Longbow (+3 weapon).

Gather Information (15+21) = 36

[Shoruke]

"...Might as well go with that price, then," Rudra concedes. He hands the shopkeeper 24,660 gold pieces.
((can the stores/guild sell scrolls of higher than third level? If not, I wonder if I could go sell them the privelege of copying from my book...  I suppose I could try scribing scrolls, but the only way I can sell them for profit is to convince them to buy at a markup since any scroll I make would be higher-quality than normally accessible.))

((Also, fun fact you guys, according to the Legend Lore spell, all of us are officially legendary! It's considered a noteworthy event if we bother to show up at a place.))