Fragsie
Explorer
Ceryx is drowned out by a sudden deafening cheer that rises from the crowd, young boys and girls are hoisted onto their parent's shoulders (to the dissatisfied grumbles of the people behind them), and the mass of people try to move forward into space that is already full.
The crowd's attention is focused on a smartly dressed older man that has stood up on the deck of the galleon, at this distance it is difficult to make out his appearance properly, except that he is wearing a black suit and top hat and stands with a cane. He raises his hand to calm the cheering public (belying that the cane is nothing but a fashion statement). Once the noise trails off to whispers, the man's voice carries clearly across the docks;
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"I am indeed glad to see you all, and the sight of my home warms my heart.
I will divulge the successes of my visit at the next meeting of the Politica, but for now I will say that I believe my entreaty was a success; relations between Daunton and her long-lost motherland are stronger than ever!
On that note I would like to introduce to you all the person that has brought us the wonderful gifts you see being unloaded from the Siren's Call."
A tall, slender woman stands beside the Ambassador, she is clothed in the most extravagant dress of green, black and purple silks, decorated with feathers, she wears a half-mask headdress that obscures part of her face and increases her height by a foot. Slightly behind and to her side stands a smartly dressed Deva who keeps his head bowed.
"Madame Ormous; an ambassador from the New Allarian League, and my new fiancée!"
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The crowd erupts into cheers and whoops of excitement as Madame Ormous curtseys to them before the couple walk down the gangplank. Once on dry land, the Ambassador and his new bride-to-be meet a small group of guards who help them to move through the public safely toward inner Daunton.
[sblock=Passive Perception 15]The Deva attendant quietly divorces himself from the guarded couple and heads in a different direction; toward your group.[/sblock]
[sblock=hostage]PMSL!![/sblock]
The crowd's attention is focused on a smartly dressed older man that has stood up on the deck of the galleon, at this distance it is difficult to make out his appearance properly, except that he is wearing a black suit and top hat and stands with a cane. He raises his hand to calm the cheering public (belying that the cane is nothing but a fashion statement). Once the noise trails off to whispers, the man's voice carries clearly across the docks;
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"I am indeed glad to see you all, and the sight of my home warms my heart.
I will divulge the successes of my visit at the next meeting of the Politica, but for now I will say that I believe my entreaty was a success; relations between Daunton and her long-lost motherland are stronger than ever!
On that note I would like to introduce to you all the person that has brought us the wonderful gifts you see being unloaded from the Siren's Call."
A tall, slender woman stands beside the Ambassador, she is clothed in the most extravagant dress of green, black and purple silks, decorated with feathers, she wears a half-mask headdress that obscures part of her face and increases her height by a foot. Slightly behind and to her side stands a smartly dressed Deva who keeps his head bowed.
"Madame Ormous; an ambassador from the New Allarian League, and my new fiancée!"
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The crowd erupts into cheers and whoops of excitement as Madame Ormous curtseys to them before the couple walk down the gangplank. Once on dry land, the Ambassador and his new bride-to-be meet a small group of guards who help them to move through the public safely toward inner Daunton.
[sblock=Passive Perception 15]The Deva attendant quietly divorces himself from the guarded couple and heads in a different direction; toward your group.[/sblock]
[sblock=hostage]PMSL!![/sblock]