Crushed Slavers

[Anastasia]

You go to the door - only for it to fly open. A big, burly dwarf is there, beard red and braided. He raises a warhammer and shield, the shield with a red circle with an green eye overlaid atop it. "You! What are you doing here?"

Give me an K:P check as well.

[Corwin]

Taking 10 for 83. Also, Greater Arcane Sight, does it reveal anything useful? Spellcraft 10 for 68.

"Looking for the owners. Would you be willing to tell me their whereabouts?"

[Anastasia]

CL check on greater arcane sight.

[Corwin]

20:30 <CC> roll 1d20+34
20:30 <Kobot> CC rolled 1d20+34 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{39}

[Anastasia]

He has a handful on him - nondetection, greater heroism, good hope, Nacheson's bull's power.

His symbol is that of the symbol of the Red Marauders, a traveling adventure group that broke up a few dozen years ago. Notable for serving in the Blood War then being escorts for a celestial party who had to infiltrate Gehenna.

"You aren't authorized, are you? Show me your pass!" He challenges right back.

[Corwin]

"Authorized for what?" Seira asks incredulously. "This is the public reception area. Would it have hurt you to let me break a rule first before accusing me of it?"

She shakes her head. "I'm feeling annoyed now, so let's skip diplomacy. I want to know this information, and if you refuse you will have a very bad day. Are you prepared to throw your life away so pointlessly?"

Is he evil? Also, intimidation!

20:49 <CC> roll 1d20+64
20:49 <Kobot> CC rolled 1d20+64 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{71}

[Anastasia]

He is not evil and he needs no check, as he's immune to fear.

"I know you're not supposed to be here," the dwarf scowls, "Show me a pass, prove me wrong and this all stops."

[Corwin]

"This is my pass," Seira says, feeling herself expand into a majestic dragon! "Last chance to give me my answers, servant of the devils."

Being a soldier of fortune means he won't be smited on the spot, yet choosing his employers poorly will result in a fight the dwarf is bound to regret if he doesn't acquiesce!

[Anastasia]

The dwarf holds his ground as you fill the room, Amaryl smiling. She just watches with bow ready, while Omni says, "Seira is right. Anything else is a mistake. Seira does not make mistakes, she makes promises."

The dwarf takes one look at this, "Moradin's bloody balls," he swears, "You're a fucking dragon." Stepping back carefully, "The hell are you?"

[Corwin]

"You are in the presence of Seira Aryn, the Dragon Princess," Seira announces, preferring to use that part of her title in public the most. "This business offends me, and so do its owners. I will be lead to their secretary, Palum, with all due haste and receive full cooperation, or this place and all within it will burn with an intensity that will take even natives aback. Am I understood?"

[Anastasia]

"Guh..." Another step back, "Fine, fine. Follow me."

"Finally," Amaryl says, "You have sense after all, dwarf."

[Corwin]

Since dragons are able to cut to the chase so easily, Seira merely uses her divine power to ensure her dragon self can pass comfortably after the dwarf. All that time reforming her realm has been useful with such magic, in any case!

[Anastasia]

You are lead back - through a small garden winding through a hall, past an elegant room full of paintings and finally to a comfortable sitting room. Here at the door stands an efreet, smooth and well kept. He smiles as all of you approach, "Hello there...I'm sorry, but both masters are currently out, if you're looking for them." He wears robes of blue and a turban, no weapon visible. "Really Asmel, you know they're not here."

[Corwin]

"Palum, I take it?" Seira asks, keeping her draconic form for the time being. "This is unfortunate. Where did they go, and when are they supposed to return?"

Is he evil? Spellcraft 68 for any spells on him via Greater Arcane Sight.

[Anastasia]

He has no spells active on him and is evil.

"They left in rather a hurry," Palum explains, "I believe one of their seer contacts sent them a message. While they didn't say who, based on the reaction, it may have been the Man of the Winds. They take his advice most seriously, in those rare times he sees fit to give it. Perhaps it was Old Geareye or Salindas of Tarrey as well, but none other could get that reaction from him." Still smiling all the while, "The masters have cultivated help and aid from many seers, you understand, Ms. Aryn. While they do not advertise it, I see little point hiding it from you."