Salvation at last (Tryll)

[Anastasia]

"My name is-" The guard is cut off as he steps back. The prsioner is brought in and the door closed behind him.

Fantase is a slender mercane in sack-cloth, looking about with a tired gaze, "Oh, oh, is my miserable fortune reversing itself?" he asks. "You came! ...aaand who are you?"

[Yuthirin]

"I'm Calleigh," Calleigh points at her face, "This is Tryll," Calleigh points at the air around her, "And this is Patar. The guy behind the door is called Mister Guard. What did you do to end up in here?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes, you owe me a great deal of money," Patar says, arms crossed.

"Patar...my gold, you're alive? It's been years!" Fantase gapes, "My friend, my visitors, I would love to give you that money, but I am in a situation. Perhaps you could help if I tell you about it?

[Yuthirin]

"Well, we did ask."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, thank you. Listen to my story of woe," Fantase sighs, a hand to his forehead, "Oh, my investments were at one time blooming, blossoming as the sweet spring flowers do in the radiance of the sunshine, each gold coin a wonderful blossom that could be spent to secure five more, as flower sprout seeds-"

"Get to the point," Patar cuts in, "You still haven't cut down the flowery speech?"

"Hmph. Some mortals just don't appreciate finely crafted conversations. Fine." With a glower and a grumble, "I had some bad luck and lost a majority of my investments, while the rest were endangered. So I cashed out, gathered my capital and secured the money. I took some stock I had to Brightwater to sell, but somehow some contraband was in there. Of course, you know that certain types of contraband are targeted by oracles in the service of Waukeen's church, so I found myself arrested minutes into Brightwater."

A long, drawn out sigh here, "So here I am. My merchandise is confiscated pending trial, and all my money is securely off plane, so I can't touch a copper of it. I would normally call on the Consortium to cover my bail, but I may have offended some people by cashing out my investments and caused them to lose a lot of money. People who have the authority to make my status in the Consortium lower than dirt."

"So!" Fantase says, cheering up, "I've love to get you your money back, but right now I literally can't. Now, if my bail gets paid, I'll be glad to help all of you and get you your money back. Of course we'll have to do it the hard way since I don't trust banks - I swear, dragons have the right idea. You can lose up to an entire percent of your money in bank fees! No sir! Not for me. Now I have an astral vault - it's a twist on the old extra dimensional storage space. It only opens up if you have the key....which may have been confiscated along with my merchandise. But all is not lost! Since it's an astral vault, I can reach it from the astral with the right tricks. I'll be glad to take you there and pay you off personally if I can get out, as well as pay you back for the bail."

[Yuthirin]

SSSEEEEENNNNNSSSE MOTIVE![blockquote]Rolled 1d20+12 : 20 + 12, total 32[/blockquote][blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 9 + 7, total 16[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Which is which?

[Yuthirin]

Sorry. Top is Tryll, bottom Calleigh.

[Anastasia]

Both are fairly sure he's on the level. He seems earnest and forthright.

[Yuthirin]

"What kinda contraband are we talking about here anyway?" Calleigh asks.

[Anastasia]

"Love's loss, it's an alchemical compound made by someone killing someone they love. As you can imagine, the authorities here do not approve of it." Fantase clears his throat, "One of my business deals must have included that in error, and I had not caught the error. A regrettable situation for all concerned."

An K:N or K:R check can be made on that.

[Yuthirin]

K:R
<Serith> Arcane_Haberdashery roll for Serith < 39 > [d20=11]

[Anastasia]

You recall a scrap of lore that mentions Love's Loss is tied to Shar's church, as they pioneered the creation of it.

[Yuthirin]

"Ohhh, that's Shar stuff. Bad juju!" Calleigh says. "No wonder they flipped out about it. You're lucky they didn't just chop your noggin off right then and there!"

[Anastasia]

"Yes, yes. They seemed to believe me that it wasn't mine and it was some sort of horrible mistake." Fantase says, "Otherwise I'd have suffered a harsher penalty." The mercane wrings his hands and shivers, "That solar incinerated the poison with a glance. No thanks."

After a long breath, "So what do you say?"