Planes to Shape, Secrets to Keep... (Dromus)

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Narine takes another sip of the grog, knowing the most vile drinks usually get better as you drink them, and ponders what she might know about her future Proxy...

OOC - Right, I'll take a check then. Knowledge (psionics)? Knowledge (what the heck)?

 

[Kelleris]

Just a straight Int roll if you don't have Knowledge (local - Kelluna).

Narine: [sblock]You take another sip of the grog, your world still pleasantly colorful, and a new feeling blossoms in you. You feel a sort of diffused warmth, not localized to any particular part of your body, and a hum that whispers of unreleased power. It's like you've swallowed a well of energy, and it's flowing out of you into the scene around you. Your vision sharpens, and your sense of taste becomes so acute that you can almost lick the taste of the grog out of the air. It's an intensely pleasurable feeling.[/sblock]

 

[DemonWolfZero]

Spoiler

DM: Spending 4 power points to mindlink (or re-mindlink) myself with the party. For the next 70 minutes, they will be able to talk to me without vocalizing. Concentration check to negate the Mental display (DC 15 + 1 {1st lvl power} = 16) : 20. Bluff check for convincing fall out of chair: 21. Intimidate check to make her go away and get me ma food: 17.

For a second, 'Bart's' facade drops (atleast from his eyes) as Adinal warily eyes his drink. He closes his eyes for a second and when they re-open, you each hear in your head, "I know my liquor, and I don't recognize this stuff. Please drink no more."

The crazed smile that never left 'Bart's' face through this past moment creeps back into Adinal's eyes and the 'Bart' facade returns. Bart promptly attempts to spin around in his chair to face the serving wench, but only manages to fall completely out of it. He somehow ends up on his back at her feet with the contents of his mug spilled all over the front of his shirt. He appears to be distracted by the legs of the woman.

Suddenly his face quirks in a strange look of first confusion and then indignation as he realizes that a) he just lost his drink, and b) he is hungry. In an extremely exaggerated 'pirate' voice he bellows, "Woman, I command ye to bring me some..." At this Bart trails off as he tries to figure out what exactly it is he'd like to eat. "...some...er...FOOD! That's it! And if you don't get me some this instant, I swear I'll bite yer foot clean off!" To punctuate this, he lunges at her ankle, but misses and grabs a chairleg, which he gnaws on for approximately 3 seconds before realizing his mistake and getting shakily back in his chair.

 

[Kelleris]

Narine: [sblock]When Adinal/Bart spills his mug, your eyes involuntarily widen in surprise and... some other feeling. As the green liquid pools on the floorboards, you can see wisps of argent color dancing off the surface.[/sblock]

The serving wench looks down at the wild-eyed cretin and grunts. "Well, I'd better get something before he tries to eat one of the other customers." She beats a hasty retreat.

Several nearby tables, who had already begun to stare, are giving your little party their undivided attention.

Feiran and Illira: [sblock]None of the other neaby tables have the strange drink you were given sitting in front of them, and indeed several other patrons are visibly wrinkling their noses at the aroma.[/sblock]

 

[Zerth]

"Put that grog away!" Illira demands. "We were supposed to *avoid* drawing attention," she adds through gritted teeth while glancing around her. "Haven't you noticed noone else is drinking that stuff? I have a bad feeling. We better leave this place right now."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Narine pouts at Bart, and looks back into her grog, smiling broadly.*

"This is really good..."

OOC - Int check for Knowledge (Kelluna) 21.

 

[Mad Hatter]

I have a sense of adventure. I just figured that I must emphasize the fine print on the scroll so to speak. And I must agree with Illira and Adinal, this green goo looks none too appetizing.

Before Pirate Wench leaves, Feiran asks for a menu.

 

[DemonWolfZero]

DM: [sblock]Adinal manifests Read Thoughts for 3 points (points left 37).

Note: Read Thoughts
Telepathy [Mind-Affecting]
Level: Telepath 2
Display: Mental
Manifesting Time: 1 standard action
Range: 60 ft.
Area: Cone-shaped emanation centered on you
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 min./level (D)
Saving Throw: Will negates; see text
Power Resistance: No
Power Points: 3
You know the surface thoughts of the mind of any creature in the area that fails a Will save. A target that succeeds on its save is not affected by this manifestation of the power, even if it leaves the area and then reenters the area before the duration expires.
Creatures of animal intelligence have simple, instinctual thoughts that you can pick up. If you read the thoughts of a creature with an Intelligence of 26 or higher (and at least 10 points higher than your own Intelligence score), you are stunned for 1 round and the power ends. This power does not let you pinpoint the location of an affected mind if you don’t have line of sight to the subject.
Each round, you can turn to use this power in a new area. The power can penetrate barriers, but 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt blocks it.

Concentration check DC 17 to hide mental display: a whopping 30! Concentration check to maintain power?: 21. Bluff check to make my looking around for however long it takes to scan our general vicinity look natural: 27. Psicraft check if you want it: 25 (lucky roll). Disguise check if you want that as well: 24. I hope that covered all my bases since you aren't around to ask. Please note the stunning effect for high Ints and the Concentration requirement.[/sblock]

'Bart' settles himself down comfortably and closes his eyes again. He opens them a second later and looks as if he's looking for either the wench or someone he's expecting. The silly grin has returned to his face after his irate bellowing of a moment past.

 

[Kelleris]

Narine: [sblock]You recall hearing mention of this Zaerlkemnvis Proxy, but always in connection to some lewd story concerning his/her/its conception. The creature is said to be the offspring of a slaadi and a formian who fell in love (?) under unusual circumstances. He (or whatever) represents the god Vaer'ki, a minor Power of madness. Of course, he has a lot of time to pursue projects of his own, which he does with a strict sort of randomness.[/sblock]

Adinal: [sblock]A hubbub of voices rises in your mind, and you catch several wondering with ponderous solemnity what they should order, at least one person wondering how to make a move on the lady friend he's brought, and (what you expected) an ominous but vague form looming behind you.

Concentrating, you pluck the thoughts you're looking for from the morass of patrons: the departing wench, now weaving her way through the crowd and back to the kitchen to (presumably) fill your order.

what a crazy bunch... maybe they ll leave a tip... can i take your order... no that s too much to count on... borgy did promise an extra bonus today though... pirburg w ex scurv... wonder why he looked so pleased with himself... this bunch looks more promising... i bet he s got some special crap he wants us to put up with... what a jerk... ever since... if i don t get...

Her thoughts trail off as she leaves the area.[/sblock]

The wench departs hurriedly before Feiran can order a menu, weaving through the restaurant away from the one who just tried to gnaw her foot off. Tried badly, but the effort was there.

Illira: [sblock]You get a sudden feeling of distaste for Narine, coming from somewhere outside yourself and notice that she seems she's meddling with something beyond her ken quite out of it, her gaze lingering on seemingly insignificant things before flitting on to something else entirely.[/sblock]

Narine: [sblock]You know, you remember a little bit about this mysterious Proxy, but it would be so easy to just wriggle a little hole through space and get a look yourself. Not saying you have to, but it would be a cinch, like the snapping of a twig for you.[/sblock]

 

[Jolmo]

Cagthail looks around, confirming that no one else seems to have the same drinks as them, then looks into the mug suspiciously again.

He looks up and around at the others, "well, if we know where we're going... We've drawn enough attention already I think?" He finishes in a questioning tone, and makes his meaning clear by slowly preparing to stand.