D&D 5E The Fifth City - Episode 1: The Gathering

[pathfinderq1]

Lenya had turned her attention towards her "friends" from the docks- she was looking at them with an expression rather like that of a cat watching a bird through a window. She kept her ears open, though, and turned back to the table after Markus' comments. "Pardon me if I misunderstood you. Shouldn't an ambassador be respected by their own folk, and shouldn't they set a good example? What purpose would be served by having a representative here if they are not in good standing, not to be looked up to?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

*shrug* "We are humans? They may see us as , . . . . . lesser?"

 

[Queenie]

Amisi looks a little embarrassed after Lenya speaks but then realizes she is speaking about Mollari. "You are so right! One should always conduct themselves in an appropriate manner," She's obviously heard that line before. "Especially someone like that. An ambassador that is. How disgraceful!" Then she laughs out of nowhere.

To change the subject she moves over to Korgon and slips her arm around his. "Don't you think it's a good idea to go over and introduce yourself to our friends there," she says as she nods her head to the men from the dock. "Better to stop trouble before it begins, right?" She looks up at him innocently with big, blue, questioning eyes.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Markus turns his head away from Amisi to hide his "oh brother" roll of his eyes.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

OOC: [MENTION=3929]Felix[/MENTION], are you still with us?

"Ha!" Ambassador Mollari exclaims to Felix's question, "The political arena. Fah! Let me tell you something about the tiefling political arena. There is a fish, I think you humans call it a remora, that attaches itself to sharks. You humans are now the sharks and we are the remora, hoping to bask in your glory. Oh, we were sharks once, but we have lost all of our teeth. We sell our historical artifacts to the highest bidders, all in the hopes that some of your greatness will rub off on us." He takes another lengthy swig of his drink before continuing, "My gods, man, we're a tourist attraction!"

Amisi discovers that she is suddenly quite tipsy...perhaps more than tipsy as she finds herself wobbling a bit. Lenya and Markus notice that the humans with N'Grath are getting up to leave. N'Grath is looking smug as he orders another drink.

G'Kar nods at Rhal's greeting, "And you are Tseg'Rhal, a victim of political circumstance, exiled for the convenience of the Kha'Ri." Rhal knew that the Kha'Ri were the ruling council of Na'Aern, once composed of the wisest elders but now composed primarily of former rebel leaders whose ambitions after the tiefling occupation led them to pursue positions of power and influence. G'Kar winked at Rhal before continuing, "Before you ask, it is my business to know everything I can about every son and daughter of Na'Aern living in this city. You present an interesting opportunity. I am in need of an official aide and it would infuriate the Kha'Ri to no end if I selected someone like you. Think about it, but in the meantime, I have another interest in being here tonight." His tone was warm and welcoming, but with a touch of deviousness. G'Kar was well known for using whatever tools were at his disposal to get what he wanted, like selling weapons to the humans during the Elf/Human War in exchange for official recognition of Na'Aern as an independent power, thus forcing the tieflings to accept the dragonborn as a full member of The Fifth City Advisory Council. The ambassador points to Amisi, "As you know, we dragonborn are without mages of our own. I wish to speak with this human companion of yours. Buy her another drink first. I have a...business proposition for her."

 

[Fenris]

To change the subject she moves over to Korgon and slips her arm around his. "Don't you think it's a good idea to go over and introduce yourself to our friends there," she says as she nods her head to the men from the dock. "Better to stop trouble before it begins, right?" She looks up at him innocently with big, blue, questioning eyes.

Korgon smiles, "Well since you asked so nicely..." says the big man. Korgon empties his mug before standing up. Though he has barely started to drink, Korgon starts staggering towards the bar. As he passes the men from the docks, he stumbles and falls onto one of the men, dragging him to the ground as he tries to keep his feet.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Markus watches Korgon with an 'uh-oh' on his lips, silently floating out.

 

[Scotley]

Felix smiles at the ambassador's words. "Basking in our glory are you? I think you are trying to sell me something ambassador. I don't think you Tieflings are quite so harmless as you'd have me believe." He takes a sip of his drink not trying to match the Tiefling's drinking as he wants a clear head. He changes the subject lowering his voice and leaning in. "I heard an interesting tale today. I wonder if the rumor has reached your ears. Do you know anything of an assassination being planned here in the Fifth City?"

 

[Hannerdyn]

With no small hesitation, Rhal nodded at the ambassador, turned on his heel and walked back to the table. As he took his seat, he waved down a member of the staff and called for a sweet elven sherry.

"Amisi. I would be honored if you would speak to our ambassador. He is called G'Kar," he said, his lips pulled back to reveal his teeth. "Though he has asked me to ply you with drink first. As if bonds between people are made stronger by taking away the senses of one party... I have called for an elven sherry. Harmless, but keep your wits."

Rhal was unlikely to ever redeem himself to the Kha'Ri, and it seemed G'Kar would like to make him think otherwise, or at least use Rhal's precarious situation for his own (and his people's own) benefit. None of this was distasteful to Rhal, but pushing alcohol on a human was taking an advantage he felt went too far.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

OOC: [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] and [MENTION=48394]pathfinderq1[/MENTION] are you still with us?

The ruffians scramble a bit to get out of Korgon's way, with their leader, the scarred and sunburnt fellow who had done most of the talking at the docks snarls, "Watch yourself, oaf!" The group quickly moves to surround Korgon.

Ambassador Mollari rolls his eyes dramatically, "There is always an assassination being planned somewhere in this city, my friend. Dragonborn plotting to kill tieflings. Tieflings plotting to kill dragonborn. Tieflings plotting to kill each other. If some plot or another hasn't reached my ears by the end of the day, I really start to worry because then only the competent assassins are at work. Ha! Why, just this morning...well, afternoon, I suppose, but morning for me, some fool threatened to kill me at the gambling table. If it weren't for a compassionate fellow named...what was his name? Varner, I think. Yes, that's it. Varner. If it weren't for him offering to pay the fool off, I might be dead this very moment. A tribute to your species, that Varner fellow."