D20Dazza said:
Ghost returns Zimmerman's handshake warmly, suppresing the feeling of unease that passes over him as he touches the greasy man "So Zimmerman, it is good to see you, a fine party you throw. I'm afraid we need to renegotiate our deal. It has come to my attention that Stephanie may be the key to everyone having a good time at the party. And I know you want everyone to have a good time don't you? So what exactly is a good time worth old man?" Ghost asks with an amiable smile and a flick of the finger to Ba'Aktar, trying to indicate that the half orc should shield the girl.
[sblock]Ghost Diplomacy check (DC hidden) +16 - Success
Ghost Sense Motive check (DC 20) +23 - Success
Jovik Knowledge (local) check (DC 20/25) +26 - Complete Success
Taran Spot check (DC hidden) +12 - Failure
Ru Spot check (DC hidden) +15 - Success
Ba'aktar Spot check (DC hidden) +18 - Success
Jovik Spot check (DC hidden) +13 - Failure
Jovik Appraise check (DC 15/20) +20 - Complete Success[/sblock]
Zimmerman opened his mouth in a wide greasy smile, his large form giggling as he laughed heartedly. "Fine then Ghost, you drive a hard bargain. I promised you a hundred royals, I'll pay you a thousand, each! I miss my dear daughter so much, money should not be an obstacle to our love!"
Ghost:
[sblock]There was something about the smile, his laugh, it was fake and Ghost knew it. But that wasn't just it, there was something sinister in the way that his body seemed to yern to get Stephanie back. Ghost knew that there was more to it, and probably suspected a lot more than what he told the others. Five thousand royals, enough for them all to live in luxury, maybe not for a lifetime, but for several years at least.[/sblock]
Ru and Ba'aktar:
[sblock]A thousand gold royals each! That would be enough to, well, do almost anything you want! Zimmerman's offer seemed to have almost entranced the entire group, but there was something about him... Through the crowd people were moving into position, party goers all of them, but holding themselves as if waiting for trouble. The funny thing was, all of Zimmerman's guards and suspicious party goers were watching the group, they didn't see what else was coming.
The dwarves crawled over the walls with bloody hands, as if they made their own holes by punching their fingers into the stone. They were quiet though, the first few had fallen next to the guards and dropped them with long curved knives. It would not be long before the sound of them feasting on them would draw the attention of the children nearby though...[/sblock]
Jovik:
[sblock]A thousand golden royals? If we lived to spend it. Jovik stared at the man in a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The gemstones set into his rings and necklaces were valuable indeed, probably sellable for...ooo...in total? Three thousand golden royals, minimum. Jovik's eyes drifted across the stones and their settings, curiously re-evaluating his estimation as he got a better look, easily more.
There was something about the rings that made them hard to sell though, there were inscriptions on them, always made them more identifiable. Plus the gems looked a little cloudy, as if they were signature gems, designed by...wait...
Jovik's eyes stared at the clouds within the stones as they churned unnaturally. Within them he could almost see...people?[/sblock]