Serpenteye said:
I'm not really going to take the feats and skills of your characters into account in the IR. They are useful for role-playing and descriptive reasons but not for the game-mechanics. That said... sure you can.
And that was orginal purpouse beyond my rude demand. Iuz have war to wage ... and this feat will help a little bit.
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Thank You DM.
Bugbear said:
Iuz may send whomever or whatever he wishs of course. But I reccomend that your demonling delivers his message and leaves without waiting for Rhynnon's return from Ekbir.
OOC: I understand, but I'm hoping Rhynnon would not get heartstroke upon seeing ambassador Pleeancis.
IC:
Amundfort, evening at "Druzil & Pleeancis, we will sell it for You ! INC.".
For our profits, may peace of Iuz grow and our incomes too, my ingenious but silent friend.
*High pitched voice raised over the sounds of party. At the head of the long table, made of finest mahogany in unproportionally big chair is sitting small creature. Wearing clothes being the last scream of fashion, made of most delicate spider silk. Price is absurd, even for small amount. Demon smiled nicely to more modestly clothed devil. Equally small. They were the only guests, and except halfling servants and elven bard playing some quiet song, there were noone to enjoy rich meals that would suffice for feast for four full grown ogres.*
Could You imagine that our stupid brethen is still butchering themselves in this meaningless, and fruitless war ? How it is to be smarter than lords of Hell and Abyss added together ? Our wellbeing.
Delicious, as alvays. Our wellbeing.
*Imp and quasit raised their glasses and drank deeply rare champagne from 600 C.Y.*
Sir, letter came.
*Announced gnome steward, wearing over his shoulder bandana marking him as property of the company lead by two small fiends. Imp donned glasses, of great precision and visible handiwork of gnomish or dwarfish jeweller, and quickly but intensly read the letter. Sour expression crawled over his features ... gnome discrettly stepped out side the range of angrily moving tail of his master.*
Who will be ruined for this discomfort ?
Nobody ... this fat pig from the Church demanded that we make work for him or he will double price of protection.
Outraging ! He want to ruin us ? We barely tie loose ends ... But from the other point of view, we may do it good and grab profits, leaving all blame on him.
You will go to Rel Mond ... to this demoncidal maniac Rhynnon.
Couldn't You go, me dearest friend and ... no, You have to keep all those records maintained. Sometimes I think that You should visit sometime Madame Lamia ... she have even devil girls. A little relaxation would improve Your humour.
*Quasit smiled knowingly.*
I don't like S-M games, I'm serious businessman.
*Both fiends laughed, and Imp ringed the bell announcing end of party. Halflings started to clean the table and bard stopped his singing and reached for bottle of elven wine.*
I will prepare You a list of things to do in Rel Mond. I think that You could manage Your entertaiment on your own ?
Rel Mond, northern city gates. Morning.
*In front of gates is sight of most unusual travellers. Armored wagon, pulled by two ogres equipped with fine chainmails and armed with greatswords as big as man. Big trumpets hang from their belts. On the cart is standing halfling in strange headband, wearing intensively gray clothes. He carries banner with grinning skull on the red field, flag reckognised by many as belonging to their too close neighbourn Iuz. Ogres take the trumpets and give defeaning concert. Halfling cleared his throat and bellowed with voice suprisingly deep for someone so small ... the tube that he held in front of his mouth seemingly escalated range of his voice.*
Ambassador of empire of God-Tzar Iuz the Great, Iuz the Mighty, Iuz the Old to the King Rhynnon of Nyrond. Led by owner of "
Pleeancis & Druzil, INC" Today we give
HUUGE promotion ! We will sell it for You !
OOC:
Here it goes. Keep in mind that Pleeancis is selfcontrolled and cultured, and almost as silvertongue as devil negotiators.
Uvenelei, och, I have just written this because Tempest is most similiar to Iuz, fiendish CE world conqueror. But indeed we will [insert apporiate] this bridge when we would cross it.
