[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

[jackslate45]

The farmer is shocked by the teleportation, and even more by Gerhard's gruff greeting.

Wah! Oy y'dun scrd meh! m'hart! m'hart! M hvn'eh kartiac arrest! Demd citty folkz alwaz be'en...

He stops and starts when seeing first the rest of the party, and then the dark necromancer they have with them. His mind flashes to that time Malacarus got hold of a powerful artefact from an elder race that let him draw on the power of the gods; then decided his first act was to project his face across the sky and declare himself overlord of all Golarion.

Muh! Muh-muh-muh-muh-muhluh... Skeletor!

The other street-goers, who are not farmers but urban city-folk (this guy is just here selling Turnips) nearby likewise begin to stare. Malacarus isn't easily visible, standing where he is, but it is obvious that a riot will break out if he is spotted by anyone more... articulate.

Then:

The transformation takes hold, and Malacarus' form shifts to that which he hates most: an elf!

Quick on the uptake is Xanfire, who thinks saw this coming... After calling upon Iomedae's ability to improve his speech, Xanfire turns to the watching crowd and, hoping to buy time for the transformation to finish, begins to speak.

"People of Absalom, please hear me speak. The man believes that Skeletor, a.k.a. Malacarus, would walk openly in the city of Abasalom when the Broken Eagles are present, WITH the Broken Eagles. I ask you, does this make sense? That Malacarus would be with us on the same day that we are here?

Of course it does not. We have defended this city from the terror that is Malacarus time after time. And we will continue to do so until Malacarus is captured and brought to justice. If you have seen recent sitings of Malacarus, please inform the authorities at once. "

Turning towards the farmer, Xanfire clapped the man's shoulder and asked him, dierecly, "Now, do you see this "Skeletor" amongst our group today? Look as long as you like. You will find he is not here. Move along. Move along."

[sblock=Actions]
1st use of Touch of Glory on self. 12 remain for today. +20 To a single check (Diplomacy)

Diplomacy becomes 1d20 + 45
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[Scott DeWar]

OOC: I like the one with the christmas elf!

hedron quickly thi nks and says after the transformatio, "Its good to get rid of that fake appearence to your real one." then to the farmer, "Relax good sir. We are trying to flush out the minions of uh, skelletor. if you know of any, can you tell me of them? and may I purchase some of your turnups?" holding out a couple of gold pieces he says , "about this much worth of turnups?"

 

[fireinthedust]

The people listen in awe to Xanfire's rhetoric.

"Well, that seems reasonable!" (and) "Crazy old farmer!" and other murmurs are heard.

Several of those in the crowd are followers of Iomedae, and they crowd around Xanfire, recognizing their amazingly famous Hierophant. "It's Xanfire!" "Pious Xanfire, tell us more? Like, why are we here?" "Xanfire, Xanfire, can you heal my brother" "No, heal me! I am afflicted with a bald patch (sob)" "Should I buy shoes or boots?" "Moron, he's a spiritual leader: ask him in the form of a moral question" "Oh, sorry. Xanfire, is it *right* to buy shoes or boots?" The crowd shuffles closer. Inappropriately closer for some.


The farmer scoffs at Hedron at first. What? Sell my Turnips?! Why, these are worth a ton (tonne, long ton, short ton, baker's ton) of gold, or some other valuable metal you might offer to me, given my circumstances as a subsistance farmer. How else will I craft turnip-based ales for my children? He sees the gold, however... Hrm... maybe I could spare a few of them. Six turnips to you, govnah!

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Thadeius rolls his eyes and if his thoughts turn to the horrid wilting he has prepared they do so only briefly. He strides off to find a suitable personage to hire to distribute the daggers, and to visit the cities premier magic item emporiums. "Anyone coming shopping?" he asks his fellows as he begins heading off.

 

[Shayuri]

Thorn skirts the edges of the crowd, shaking her head wearily. Leave the fame to others; she was happiest outside the limelight. When she sees Thad heading off, she quickly joins him, emerging from his shadow.


"I'll go. Maybe I can find some buyers for those daggers...if you're not too discriminating who you sell to."

(OOC - Knowledge: Local roll, perhaps? Unless Thad has better than +14, of course. I didn't see Streetwise under Pathfinder...)

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Thadeius snorts, "You should know me better than that Thorn. Morality is the resort of the intellectually unspectacular, a useful tool for the masses, but wholly unnecessary to a being of true intelligence. Besides if our foes resources are what we might infer from that last encounter we cannot afford to begrudge our scruples a single gold piece, we need to be as well equipped as possible."

[sblock=K.Local]Thadeius has 1 ranks in Knowledge Local, so
+18 - which is one higher than on his sheet since I just realized I have forgotten to include the Pale Green Ioun Stones +! bonus to all skill checks.[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

"some times it pays to be anonamys. "

At the sight of the first begger he passes the turnips to him and says "Eat well to night, friend" He then folloows the rest of the group. "Just becareful not to eqip a group you may have to fight later with the same weapons you sold them."

 

[WarlockLord]

Malacarus rolls his eyes. "Skeletor. Really. Skeletor. Does that handsome and intelligent drow look like a skeleton? I mean, I'm sure if he were here he would be greatly offended", he mutters, joining the band on the Epic Shopping Trip.

OOC: Christmas elf works. And I realized I have shapechange. Oh well.

 

[fireinthedust]

Beggar: Um, wow. Turnips. You got a knife I can cut it up with, or a pot to cook it in? I ain't got teeth, cause I can't afford milk and this is a medieval fantasy setting! Geez, just dump your garbage here, eh? Damned adventurers think they're bloody saints for throwing turnips at every beggar they see. Bastards.

ooc:

IC:

Thaddeius can think of a number of interested parties. One of several assassins guilds would love some of these daggers. Also the Pathfinder society could use them, seeing as they're adventurers. Mage guilds, too.

There are no "magic item shops". They're independent craftspersons whose stores are not on the street corner in plain sight. They're more likely reached by appointment, and you have to know someone in the know... Luckily you do, having known the teleport spell for some time, and possibly being the highest-level mage in the city you can think of (sans Malacarus), you've been to all of them at least once.

If there's particular magic shop in the Absalom book you're thinking of, let me know.

You may want to let me know the specific magical service you'd like to procure first.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

[sblock=Shapechange]I'd call using a 9th level spell for a disguise excessive anyway, lol. Besides Seeming last for 12 hours, Shapechange only last for 3 and a half. Should be noted that Thadeius's is still running he just is not using it btw - in case we get ambushed![/sblock]