Treasure Ship Hunt

[Anastasia]

"...I completely bungled this," The woman says, voice flat, sad.

"Yeah, you rather did. Your tactics and planning need work." Jarem adds in.

[Iron Dragoon]

"So how about you come inside and we talk. We can figure out what to tell the others. But you're going to be in the spotlight one way or another. Might as well be part of planning the story out."

[Anastasia]

"Um..." A moment, perhaps freezing up as...

Make a Diplo check.

[Iron Dragoon]

Diplo:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+36 : 14 + 36, total 50[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

"Alright," The voice finally says, "I'll be there in a minute."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, another thing. Let's get ready. Doesn't seem hostile, but who knows."

[Anastasia]

"It doesn't fit. That was fairly powerful magic," Jarem scowls, waving at the now empty space beyond the window, the sensor gone. "You don't have stumbling rookies throwing around that sort of magic, it doesn't fit."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Neither is does my advancement, which might explain why the interest in me personally. But yes, get ready, who knows what will come in."

[Anastasia]

Jarem dashes out, coming back with sword and shield, though without his armor. He has them nearby as he waits patiently, hidden behind a chair.

Perhaps a minute later, a hooded figure appears in the air, looking around carefully. With the lack of light and her cloak, you can't make out much about her, save that she's perhaps around six and a half feet tall.

[Iron Dragoon]

"You're a tall one."

Alyssa slides a chair over to her worth telekinesis.

"Please be understanding that the way you... announced yourself has put people on edge. As a leader here, I'll have to take that in consideration. Please have a seat."

[Anastasia]

The woman flies in, going and sitting, hands in her lap. From the slight metallic noise, she's wearing armor. A bulge on her back - a shield, you think.

"Thank you," she murmurs. "I'm mean, I'm sorry, my Mom's really famous and good at this and always knows what to do, and you sound like you're really strong too and I just thought..."

"Woah, woah," Jarem says, voice pleasant. "So your Mom's famous, and probably powerful then if you're anything to go by. Haven't been doing this for long, have you?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa decides to treat this woman as an apprentice who's presenting a spell thesis for the first time.

"First, take a breath. Then, take a sip of tea and put what you want to say in order. Then a second sip. And then, start with an intodruction."

[Anastasia]

A breath is taken, a few sips of tea following. "My name is Emily," she says, "I'd rather not say my last name - you might know it, and I really don't want to go into it. My parents are great, just...just..." A pause, a pull back of her hood. She's blonde and elven featured, pretty. All of her features are good, elegant, noble.

"You want to get away, stand on your own?" Jarem finishes. "Be something more than your mother's child?"

"Well....yes." Emily is blushing, looking down at her tea, finger trailing along the lip of her cup, "Something more than both of my mother's child."

"Both of your mothers?" Jarem gives you a side long look at that.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Emily. I have to ask. Is your presence here going to cause conflict between our Order and your mothers?"

[Anastasia]

"No! No! Nothing like that," Shaking her head quickly, "They wouldn't do anything like that, I promise."