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>(TIME= Now; Place= Temple of Pelor)
As most of the group was standing in front to the half-orc at the desk, awaiting a response to their (rather unusual) introduction, another voice rang out behind them. A sharp voice, not quite shrill, and not terribly loud- but pitched to carry well in the small space of relative quiet at the matron's desk, amidst the larger chaos of the busy temple. It was, in fact, Mina's voice- but not as they were used to hearing her. Which wasn't that surprising- as the person who was speaking wasn't Mina...
"All right then. That will be quite enough of your shenanigans. Guard captain Deadeye will have you confined to the barracks for a month for this..." The speaker was a half-elven woman, well-dressed but not unusually so- in fact she looked to be wearing some of Mina's clothes; she had the look, to those familiar with the city, of a high-class servant or retainer, the sort who would be running important errands for one of the noble houses. With an aggrieved huff she pushed past the others to stand directly before the matron at the desk.
>(TIME= a bit earlier; Place= Guild lodgings, and elsewhere)
Mina stood still for a few moments after the others departed, making at least some attempt at finishing what was left of breakfast. She was still relatively calm- until Daedarai had his revelation. She gave a grave nod at his instructions, and swept from the room, beckoning one of the guards to follow. In the hallway outside, her commands were quick. "I'll need some kind of escort or conveyance to the temple of Pelor, whatever is fast. I'll be ready outside in 5 minutes. Senior Guildman Daedarai is counting on US for this..." And then she was gone, vanishing into the depths of the ship, headed for Tro'Leera's rooms.
Just under five minutes later, she was waiting outside, a small bundle in one hand containing whatever she had been able to find in Tro'Leera's rooms. She was dressed mostly as she had been, accented with one of her fancy scarves- and she looked very little like the woman who had left the breakfast debacle. A sedan chair, carried by quartet of burly Guildmen, was already waiting, and Mina pressed a small purse into the hand of the group's leader. Without another pause, they were off, headed for the temple. Alejandro's skill had made the other group's trip rather fast- but they were burdened with an unconscious werewolf, and needed to be unseen. Mina and her escort could use the streets- and most folk simply got out of the way of the onrushing brutes and the fancy chair, the sort of conveyance that marked someone important from one of the noble houses- someone in a hurry...
In the crowded square in front of the temple, Mina could just see what looked like her group entering the temple. She was too late! The last thirty yards were the slowest, as her escort fought their way through the crowd there, and Mina jumped out of the chair as soon as they stopped and charged inside- her desperation COULD have been mistaken for outrage...
>(TIME- Now, again; Place= Temple of Pelor, inside)
The woman who was speaking in Mina's voice stepped forward to stand in front of the matron's desk, and she gave a brief bow of respect to the half-orc priestess- but not too respectful; she was, after all, servant to the high nobility. Her voice was still sharp, but quieter now; the half-orc would be able to hear her (as would the others nearby), but the temple staff probably wouldn't be able to...
"I must apologize for the actions of these ruffians, and for causing such a ruckus in your temple. This is simply a matter of some of our newly recruited House Guards over-indulging in certain substances, a bit of a prank if you will. I would crave your pardon, and make reparations, if you would see fit to forgive this intrusion. We would, of course, like to see these three checked out, and treated if your healers believe it necessary, but their friend is simply insensible with drink. We can handle him, and his punishment. The shift captain of our guard will deal with the others- I do not believe he is too far behind me. Would it please you to accept our apologies, and our redress?' As she finished speaking, she bowed again, a bit deeper this time, and extended a hand which contained reasonably good-sized purse- a hand which also wore the signet ring of one of the city's Noble houses (the sort of thing worn only by family members, and the most trusted of household staff...
[sblock= OOC]
>First things first, I apologize if I seem to be stepping on anyone's toes here- this is very much a draft, and let me know if I need to change it. I'll also apologize for being a bit slow on the draw- it is kind of intimidating to see some of the quality other people are putting out.
>Second, here are the resources Mina is putting to use (besides invoking Daedarai's authority to get the Guildsmen moving): her personal signet ring (entirely genuine, and possibly used by high servants as well a house members), a purse of 10 gold (her own money, for now, for her 'escort'), a purse of 50 gold (her own money, again, as hush money for the temple), and one casting of Disguise Self, to change her appearance. I'll also add one Deception check, if needed, and one Persuasion check also if needed (including use to cover that bad Deception check, if needed). Deception 1d20+7= 10; Persuasion 1d20+5= 24 ; rolls http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=109438 ; I don't think I still have any Inspiration available, but if I do, use it for that Deception roll.
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As most of the group was standing in front to the half-orc at the desk, awaiting a response to their (rather unusual) introduction, another voice rang out behind them. A sharp voice, not quite shrill, and not terribly loud- but pitched to carry well in the small space of relative quiet at the matron's desk, amidst the larger chaos of the busy temple. It was, in fact, Mina's voice- but not as they were used to hearing her. Which wasn't that surprising- as the person who was speaking wasn't Mina...
"All right then. That will be quite enough of your shenanigans. Guard captain Deadeye will have you confined to the barracks for a month for this..." The speaker was a half-elven woman, well-dressed but not unusually so- in fact she looked to be wearing some of Mina's clothes; she had the look, to those familiar with the city, of a high-class servant or retainer, the sort who would be running important errands for one of the noble houses. With an aggrieved huff she pushed past the others to stand directly before the matron at the desk.
>(TIME= a bit earlier; Place= Guild lodgings, and elsewhere)
Mina stood still for a few moments after the others departed, making at least some attempt at finishing what was left of breakfast. She was still relatively calm- until Daedarai had his revelation. She gave a grave nod at his instructions, and swept from the room, beckoning one of the guards to follow. In the hallway outside, her commands were quick. "I'll need some kind of escort or conveyance to the temple of Pelor, whatever is fast. I'll be ready outside in 5 minutes. Senior Guildman Daedarai is counting on US for this..." And then she was gone, vanishing into the depths of the ship, headed for Tro'Leera's rooms.
Just under five minutes later, she was waiting outside, a small bundle in one hand containing whatever she had been able to find in Tro'Leera's rooms. She was dressed mostly as she had been, accented with one of her fancy scarves- and she looked very little like the woman who had left the breakfast debacle. A sedan chair, carried by quartet of burly Guildmen, was already waiting, and Mina pressed a small purse into the hand of the group's leader. Without another pause, they were off, headed for the temple. Alejandro's skill had made the other group's trip rather fast- but they were burdened with an unconscious werewolf, and needed to be unseen. Mina and her escort could use the streets- and most folk simply got out of the way of the onrushing brutes and the fancy chair, the sort of conveyance that marked someone important from one of the noble houses- someone in a hurry...
In the crowded square in front of the temple, Mina could just see what looked like her group entering the temple. She was too late! The last thirty yards were the slowest, as her escort fought their way through the crowd there, and Mina jumped out of the chair as soon as they stopped and charged inside- her desperation COULD have been mistaken for outrage...
>(TIME- Now, again; Place= Temple of Pelor, inside)
The woman who was speaking in Mina's voice stepped forward to stand in front of the matron's desk, and she gave a brief bow of respect to the half-orc priestess- but not too respectful; she was, after all, servant to the high nobility. Her voice was still sharp, but quieter now; the half-orc would be able to hear her (as would the others nearby), but the temple staff probably wouldn't be able to...
"I must apologize for the actions of these ruffians, and for causing such a ruckus in your temple. This is simply a matter of some of our newly recruited House Guards over-indulging in certain substances, a bit of a prank if you will. I would crave your pardon, and make reparations, if you would see fit to forgive this intrusion. We would, of course, like to see these three checked out, and treated if your healers believe it necessary, but their friend is simply insensible with drink. We can handle him, and his punishment. The shift captain of our guard will deal with the others- I do not believe he is too far behind me. Would it please you to accept our apologies, and our redress?' As she finished speaking, she bowed again, a bit deeper this time, and extended a hand which contained reasonably good-sized purse- a hand which also wore the signet ring of one of the city's Noble houses (the sort of thing worn only by family members, and the most trusted of household staff...
[sblock= OOC]
>First things first, I apologize if I seem to be stepping on anyone's toes here- this is very much a draft, and let me know if I need to change it. I'll also apologize for being a bit slow on the draw- it is kind of intimidating to see some of the quality other people are putting out.
>Second, here are the resources Mina is putting to use (besides invoking Daedarai's authority to get the Guildsmen moving): her personal signet ring (entirely genuine, and possibly used by high servants as well a house members), a purse of 10 gold (her own money, for now, for her 'escort'), a purse of 50 gold (her own money, again, as hush money for the temple), and one casting of Disguise Self, to change her appearance. I'll also add one Deception check, if needed, and one Persuasion check also if needed (including use to cover that bad Deception check, if needed). Deception 1d20+7= 10; Persuasion 1d20+5= 24 ; rolls http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=109438 ; I don't think I still have any Inspiration available, but if I do, use it for that Deception roll.
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