[Game Thread] Hail to Her Lady

[darthcharon]

Adrian thinks for a moment, then nods. "It sounds like a fair price. I'll take it." Once the shopkeeper is done with her weapon, she looks around for her companions, only to see Talos talking to a man wearing a gaudy purple robe. Wannabe wizard. Bah, if he's going to wear purple at least wear a more darker, regal hue. She suddenly had a brief daydream of her own robe, back when she was a he, and he had magic that could rewrite the cosmos. Those were the days...

She snapped out of her daydream when Eshti asked the man a question. Though she didn't hear the question, seeing Talos and Eshti surround the elf. She put one hand (well, gooey tentacle) on the hilt of her crossbow, ready to draw it at the merest hint of trouble, and rushed through what magic she could still remember. Then an idea came to her. She took a good

Dice Perception:

1d20+15

(9)+15

Total = 24

at him, looking for any easily identifiable equipment, and doing her best to remember as many details about them as possible.

OOC Bank: 880,800 copper pieces EDIT:Oops, meant to put that inum, and now it won't let me change it without the system thinking I'm deleting the rolls... oh well.

[Fragmaster01]

Adrian: This appears to be one of Caladenzia's Hippies(an enigmatic and generally docile swarm of proselytizers). An androgynous looking half-elf, who is currently high on various forms of psionic mana. He seems to be enjoying it, at least.

 

	Sir Derplord		Humanoid
HD	Hippie 3	Magic	???
Size	Medium	Speed	30

PRC	SLA	BLG	FIR	ICE	LIT	ACD	SON	HOL	DRK
								Abs

Twoo Wuv	Attack	Inflicts morale penalties in non-good aligned targets.
Hippy Dippy	Status Effect	Immune to Rage. Range increments on all attack rolls halved.
Mindlink	Enchantment	Immune to mind-affecting effects not cast by H.L.Caladenzia.

[Caput]

Eshti folds her arms and wonders why she's not hitting this idiot. "So can we talk to her? We want to know where she is. For reasons, you see."

[Fragmaster01]

He squeals with delight. "Oh, of course! Come come!" He sits down on the sidewalk happily, and stares up at you, as if you should know what to do.

...

...

Oh. Maybe he just wants you to sit with him. That would make sense.

[Caput]

"Are you calling her or something? How is this going to work?" The warforged raises an unimpressed eyebrow. Sitting on the floor isn't especially dignified and she's sure as hell not going to pray to some upstart mortal psychic.

[Fragmaster01]

"We must commune with Her Lady! To speak mind to mind, thought to thought... it is the purest form of communication! Not burdened by language or appearance, we can understand each other as we truly are.

Come."

He places a flower on your head, and offers his hand in friendship. Hopefully this is the sort of friendship where he lets you into his house so you can eat all his food. You like those friends.

Wait. You're a robot. You can't eat anymore. NOOOoooOOOooO!

A/C/K: You return from your shopping. Talos is staring in a perturbed manner at Eshti, who is currently trying to understand the bizarre language of a psychic hippie. Judging from her mortified expression, it isn't going well. That or the hippie is just ugly. Which he is. He could stand to gain some extra appendages like you did.

[Caput]

Close your eyes and count to three, Eshti. It'll all be ok within a day or two. "Ok, that's fine but what if we needed to, I dunno, deliver a thing? Where would we have to take it?" She makes no move to join the poor fool.

[Fragmaster01]

"Gifts and wellwishes are left at the house of Her Lady. There are many out there who would seek to thwart Her message of peace. We do not dignify them with names, only knowing them as Jerks. They thrive on conflict, and dare not see the world bathed in the peace of Her Lady."

"So yes. Ever since the exploding birthday cake, we've had to screen packages. I assure you, your gift will arrive, and she will thank you through the ether for your gift."

[Fenris]

Talos fights back an urge to shove this flower down the half-elf... Is it a man or woman? Either way, Talos fights back the urge to rip it a new one with his horn and waits patiently, to an extent, while Eshti talks with him. He doesn't want to ruin any chances for an opportunity to get at that evil witch that made him into a pony. If that means nearly biting his tongue off while dealing with this hippie, so be it.

[Moridain]

The bunny-zombie snake has been with Eshti long enough to hear the last of this conversation and has a thought "Well, what if we wanted to offer ourselves to the Lady? Could we do that? Not as worshippers or clerics, but as actual gifts. You assured us that our gift would arrive, right..?"

She smirks, but this is cut off as Dugger mistakes a bit of her hair for a bit of worm and tries to eat it, pulling it out at the root and making her jump. "Ow! Stop that, you..."

[Fragmaster01]

He bows dejectedly, with a hint of suspicion. "I am sorry, but... she cannot accept physical visitors at this time. Much as we desire a world of peace, it is not yet so, and we must take precaution against the... neer-do-wells out there." The hippie sticks out his tongue and sings a jolly hymn. This is getting you nowhere. He seems to know how to get there, but doesn't want to divulge, out of fear for his mistress. Stupid hippie, this is important.

[Caput]

"Look, mister, if you just tell us we'll buy you a beer or something. We don't even know your name, so it's not like you could get in any trouble." Eshti goes through various ways of beating people up in her head. She doesn't especially want to do it, but at the same time she's used to just making people do what she wants. New brains are weird.

[Fragmaster01]

"Why do you want this so badly?" He gasps, and moves away. "You... you are agents seeking to end her! Aren't you?!" He is panicked, in hysterics. Now you've done it. The poor man's gone crazy, and is about to blow a gasket(with the requisite blood and brains). This is a new record for you.

[darthcharon]

Suddenly Adrian has an idea. "In that case sir, I do have a gift I'd like you to deliver for me." shifting her body around, she manages to pull out her robe out from within her. "This was my old robe. I don't need it anymore, but I'd hate for such high quality fabric go to waste. It was sown together by a team of 6 elves using the dyed hair of a virgin unicorn. There exists no softer fabric in all the multiverse, but unfortunately softness is lost upon a gelatinous being like myself. It may not be magical, bu put it on and you'll beg to differ." Of course, giving it up did mean that Adrian would have to go around naked, but quite frankly she might as well have been before, and she wasn't even sure she had any parts that needed to be covered up.

"And don't mind my stupid companions," she begins, "They're just overly suspicious of men who approach them. They've been mugged one too many times and would very much like to get back at the muggers. A little daft in the head, maybe, but that's how it is." She shot a glance to her companions, hoping they'd figure out what she was doing, or at least trust her enough to allow her to explain later, after the man had walked away.

OOC Dice Diplo check to calm the man down.: 1d20+13 (8)+13 Total = 21

[Caput]

"What? No. We just need to have an argument about a dog. I'm not interested in killing anybody over it, even if I'm pretty mad. Be reasonable man." Oh my various gods what are these words I'm saying? I really don't want to kill anybody. This has to be a first.