Slaves in the Empire of the Drowning Sun [IC]

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

The damp air of the mega-island of Bor'Salla fills your lungs as various merchants attempt to hawk their wares on the docks and near the bridges that lead across the chasms filled with seawater that spiderweb the entirety of the island. The lone city of Bor'Salla is mostly made famous for its central location within the Empire; it's inability to grow anything in the cliff-like land masses; and for the rumors that claim that this large, broken island was at the center of the legend known as the Shattering.

In one of the quieter central sections, a squat white building with a domed roof studded with opalescent shells hides beneath the crags that jut up like dragon-teeth, as if it were trying to mimic a pearl.
This building was used anciently as a gathering place for those that discovered the island originally. It has since been used as a Council-hall and Embassy between the many islands, the capitol being inordinately inaccessible and out of the way for ambassadors to reach.

These humble walls have become a show for a multitude, composed mostly of humans, who whisper eagerly as an entourage passes by flying the colors of Diedre Fellspark. However, it is not Lady Fellspark who draws their attention, it is the noble crest that adorns the cloak of one of her protectors that is the subject of their awe.
A Peacekeeper's symbol.

They make their way to the Council-hall and are greeted by two armed guards and a bearded man dressed in robes befitting a man of office.
"We have been expecting you Lady Fellspark," the man smiles, "I am to direct the security for people of your fame. A mere formality I assure you."
He then asks a few questions to verify her identity, including her name before he stands aside to allow the entourage inside.
Soon afterwards, he cries out to the multitude.
"The meeting to determine the delegates and representatives to travel to the Church summit will soon begin! Those that wish to hear the proceedings may now enter! Those who wish to apply to join the summit have until the end of the day to do so!"

Spoiler: Knowledge (local) DC 10

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The laws here still benefit humans to a great degree but there are a few laws keeping non-humans from being turned into slaves... so long as they can show papers bearing the Empire's seal.

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The Council-Hall is technically open to all as a place of debate and reasoning. However, very few non-humans enter the building and make a case without being escorted out of the doors by armed guard.

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Diedre Fellspark calls Bor'Salla home and has just recently returned to observe the proceedings before continuing to the summit.

[Joltzz]

Elric looks up at the sign: Welcome to Bor’Salla. A grin appears behind his thick beard. He quickly turns it into a friendly smile, squinting his eyes, as a young family walks by. Elric nods at the father. As they walk past him, an eye opens on the back of his staff, watching the family as a potential threat. Elric wouldn’t put it past the Witches to hypnotize children to have a convincing cover. With their glimpses of foresight, who knows what they’re prepared for.

The old herbalist moves slowly towards the center of Bor’Salla. It’s not the first time he has been here. He knows that these lands make it hard to grow crops. Some interesting herbs do thrive in the area, yet the people often don’t have access to the basic herbs which are used to fight the common cold or to heal blisters. As he walks past a professional herbs merchant, he can see that he’s not the only one who has stocked up on such herbs. He picks up on a weird scenario at the merchant though. A mother is pleading them to lower the price on her. Elric ponders for a second, her behavior seems like a strange negotiating tactic. So he moves closer. The closer he gets, the more the price tags become apparent. His jaw drops when he realizes they’re seriously overpricing herbs that are so common in other regions. A quick look at the woman’s cloths tell him that she probably doesn’t have much money to spare.

“Sir, I understand that you’d like to make a living. I respect that you come all the way out here with your fine herbs. Yet I must voice my humble opinion. This lady here needs your wares at a fair price. Would you be open to be a noble knight to a damsel in distress?”

The merchant looks at Elric unamused. “Look here pall. I got this stuff to push at a certain price. If I give her a discount, everyone’s gonna be coming for a discount. Why don’t you beat it.” He then turns to the lady, it seems like his patience has run its course. “And if you don’t have the money to buy what I have to offer, you can beat it to lady.”

Elric looks at the man with piety. It’s a shame that he’s corrupting his own soul like that. He understands it though, Elric has been corrupting his own soul his entire human life. The old herbalist takes the woman by the arm and gallantly drags her away from the merchant. With tears in her eyes, she starts explaining that her son has a high fever. And that several children have died in the past months from these fevers. They don’t have the medicine to fight it here. Elric goes with the woman to her house to look at her son. He quickly notices that she was right, and that all she needs is a few of these simple herbs. He puts down his basket and takes out the right kind of herbs, then throws them in a bowl on the table. The herbalist tells the lady how best to make tea out of them, and picks up his basket to signal that his work is done here. The lady tries to pay Elric, and he smiles.

“Let’s say money was not a part of this world. Let’s say we lived in simpler times. Where you just traded each other useful things. What would you trade me for herbs that are very easy to get?”

The woman looks across the room, and spots her late husband’s straw hat hanging from the wall. She looks at Elric again and notices that he’s hatless, which is dangerous for a bald traveler. She hands him the hat. “That’s to get your head from being lit up. The sun can be a formidable ally, or a dangerous enemy.”

Elric laughs and bows with gratitude. He puts on the hat and leaves the house. Right in front of them he sees the whole show with Lady Fellspark. He sighs. These talks are all just politics. In his beliefs, nothing’s really gonna change fundamentally by this event. He has seen how this country operates from the other side. There are too many interests at stake. The council-hall seems like thé area where the Witches would be making their move though. Where else would they strike …

The old man innocently walks up to the building, using his staff as a walking stick. He looks at the guard with a friendly smile. “Greetings Sir, are there any good looking ladies in there worth spotting?” Elric says making a goofy face, moving his head to the right past the guard, looking inside the building. His attempt to make the guard lighten up.

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Auto succeed on the Knowledge checks.

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Precasted Greater Magic Weapon on Shurikens.

[The Blade Wolf]

“Bor'Salla...” Avaliah murmured softly to herself, a touch of awe in her voice as the ship slowly floated in towards the docks. This was not the first time she had arrived at this central island, the Askarda family often came here in order to arrange for business deals... or their ‘donations’ towards the Church of Enduring Hope. Yet the forty-five year old Noble, head of her house and known throughout the Empire, never lost her sense of awe and wonder as she examined the towering land before her.

There was always remnants of the Shattering of course. Jutting mountains that ended with a sheer drop as they came against the sea. Old river courses that could still be seen after all these years that dried up when the source of their waters vanished in an instant, whilst other rivers headed in towering waterfalls that fell down tall, imposing cliffs into the sea below. Some of these even being rivers that are underground, suddenly finding their courses cut short by the reshaping of the world. Yet, Avaliah could not think of many examples that were as clear about the raw power of the Shattering as the island of Bor’Salla.

A network of cliffs and raised promontories that appeared to be moments away from splitting further apart and drifting away to sea. A maze of bridges and buildings spanning across these gaps in order to link the separate sections apart, not only a show of ingenuity and engineering, but also giving the island a further patchwork appearance. As if the bridges were all that kept the island together... an impression that was awe-inspiring as it was frightening.

Of course, Avaliah did not have much time to wait around, she was here for very important business after all. Once the ship had arrived at the port she was swift to disembark. Her cane held in one hand as she walked with swift, certain strides down the gangplank. It was only after she and the ship-captain had made arrangements with the dockmaster did she start using the cane. Aiding her in her walk towards the pearl-coloured council hall, knowing exactly where to find it... and just how important it would be today.

Avaliah arrived in time to witness Diedre Fellspark arriving at the council hall, and a brief scowl touched her expression. Lady Fellspark... an enigmatic figure, that is for sure. Avaliah could not say she was best impressed by this lady, whom somehow claimed the rank of nobility yet was obviously not human. A lady that was an avid supporter of slavery despite not being human... And Avaliah’s scowl deepened when she spied the mark of a Peacekeeper amongst her staff. As if that wasn’t frustrating enough... Avaliah had so little information on Diedre herself and had never managed to investigate her properly. But perhaps... perhaps after the meeting... Rhulitar could pay her a visit...

Shaking her head briefly to clear her thoughts, Avaliah heard the announcement and moved on. Her cane still by her side, and her family Estoc by her side as she moved to ensure she was part of the summit. Not only was the Askarda name famous across the Empire, despite their minor noble status... but Avaliah herself was known as ‘The Negotiator’, and here, in this summit... there was no better place for one like her.

[ChrisAsmadi]

Justinian

They had come into the harbour of Bor'Salla only hours before, a blue and white pennant flying high upon the mast - the flag of Zephyr on the Plane of Air, the symbol of the King of Air, and their sole shield against the Peacekeepers, for this galley was known to many who plied the seas, especially slavers, who hated the Northern Wind and its crew of privateers. Justinian had stood upon the bridge, his long coat flapping in the favourable wind, watching the city grow closer. It was not one he liked to frequent, preferring smaller or freer ports than the heart of the Empire, but the King had been adamant in his task, and so they were here.

Working masterfully, the crew - led by the silver haired sylph Welf, Justinian's first mate - had come into port, a maneuver they had done a thousand times and would, he hoped, do a thousand times more in the future, the skilled helmsman, Uri, a thrice-removed half-elven cousin of Justinian's, steering the ship with precision. After a long discussion with Welf, Justinian alone had gone onto the port - this was not a city that the pirates would find welcome taverns, once they were recognised, so an large watch was left on-deck, wary of possible danger.

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From amongst the cheering crowd, Justinian watched as the noblewoman and her procession had entered, studying the peacekeeper. He didn't recognise her or her sigil, but then, most of these nobles were much the same as one another - all pomp and circumstance, right up until they stabbed you in the back. But they were polite about stabbing you, so in their minds, it was alright.

The Peacekeeper, though. That could make things interesting.

Shaking his head and smiling in bemusement at the ways of nobles, the young pirate captain slid through the crowd as they called for representatives. He could play that game, better than most - after all, most nobles hadn't been tutored by the Fey in politics. And if (or when) it fell apart, well, there was no finer duellist than the Reaver of Storms, and no-one better at sneaking out of somewhere he wasn't wanted.

Justinian stepped out from the crowd, looking the very part of a dashing sailor as he joined the procession of luminaries entering the council hall, his hand never straying far from the hilt and elegant guard of his rapier.

This was going to be dangerous.

Dangerous and fun.

[nolongerchaos]

Kaya had been to Bor'Salla only once before, and she was struck now, as she was then, by the size of the place. And more than the island's size, Bor'Salla spoke to Kaya of the sheer power of the Shattering. The scope of it... the power... such devastation left in its wake. Kaya began to wonder what life must have been like before the breaking. Was civilization more advanced? More barbaric? Did they—

No. No time for contemplating such a world long gone. She was here, now. That's where her focus needed to be as well. She had a job to do.

Her brilliant blue eyes scanned the crowd for the possibility of trouble. Few seemed willing to meet her gaze. It mattered little. Trouble was unlikely to find them on the streets. It was the contents of the Council-hall that concerned her.

On approaching ​the Hall, Kaya strove to make note of everyone she could: of those who petitioned the guards for entry, those who instead merely glared at the guards from the crowd, those who were granted entry, and those who were turned out. She noted with bemusement that her examination by the guards seemed almost​ as perfunctory as that given to the lady Fellspark; to Kaya it seemed that though the screening process had obvious bias, the guards appeared thorough enough, in their own way.

Upon entering the Hall, Kaya made a few minor adjustments to her cloak, making sure it concealed her brilliant armor. She felt it would be highly inconsiderate and inappropriately distracting during the proceedings to come.
She had not been inside the Council-hall on her other visit to Bor'Salla. The interior was pleasant enough, but large as the building was, Kaya disliked it. Most buildings felt too enclosed for her tastes. She preferred to feel the wind flowing through her hair. Ah well, she wasn't here for pleasantries or to critique architecture. There were more pressing matters that demanded her attention. The proceedings to come, for instance.

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

Anyone entering through the front entrance feels compelled to speak the truth. It becomes obvious that this is part of the security that was mentioned. The screening process is not nearly as thorough for some of the more common folks. It is only when people claiming to be delegates that the guards seem more alert.

Elric
The guard seems to welcome the distraction from the monotony of listening to the robed man drone out his questions.
"Heh, plenty. Though I wouldn't take too long a look at Lady Fellspark."
He shuddered a bit.
"Something not quite right about her. Not to mention the Peacekeeper. She's a good looking one too but I think it wouldn't take too much to get a knife to the throat if she thought you were planning something gramps."

Justinian
Some of the crew glances a bit nervously as a few of the dock guards glower at them. One whispers to another while pointing to the proud pennant flapping in the wind over the ship. Their scowls deepen but no one makes any moves. They seem to be as vigilant as Justinian's crew. However, no one in their right mind would knowingly try to meddle with the King of Air's representative.
Justinian's questioning is just as intensive as Diedre Fellspark, perhaps moreso if that were even possible. None of the questions are particularly invasive but they attempt to verify his identity with various questions. Eventually, they run out of questions and grudgingly allow him to pass.

Inside the Council-Hall
The inside is simple, yet elegant. The entirety of the building is made with the same white stone as the outside, though the floor is more of a gray but it's impossible to tell whether it was by design or from the countless boots that have tromped through its halls. Between two curved staircases is a long hallway that leads to the various embassies for the majority of the Empire. A good number of scribes and flunkies scurry past each other and into other embassies. A few even shove their way through the crowded front entrance carrying scrolls and other minor items. The wings on the ground floor are well-guarded by stoic, though no doubt annoyed, guards as shouts of frustration and unintelligible chatter somehow make their way through thick, oaken doors. It seems there are more meetings taking place.
Lady Fellspark's procession goes up the right staircase and up towards the dome. The opalescent shells seen from the outside allow light to come into the large arena. The outside of the arena is ringed with raised benches that allow multiple people to observe what goes on in the center without impeding the view of those behind them. The far end in the center area is bordered by a single row of chairs facing inward, each very plush so as to allow the most comfort during a debate. However, the most spectacular thing in the room is a statue of a winged being, obviously of both angelic and demonic lineage, bearing a magnificent-looking blade raised over his head as if ready to bring it crashing down on some invisible foe.
A trio arises from the three center seats, two men and a woman, and beckon for the delegates, representatives, and the Peacekeeper to sit. They allow the people to file in and mingle for a bit. Perhaps to allow the awe to sink in and lend gravity to the situation.

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The attention still seems to be directed towards the famed Peacekeeper rather than towards the upcoming summit.

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The colony was originally built around the statue in the center. Only a few ruins were found and the statue was in pristine condition and has remained that way ever since.

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Some say that the Council-hall was built over the remains of a church. Why the Church of Enduring Hope has not claimed the land is anyone's guess.

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A few old myths and tales say that when the Reaper comes to the land of men, they will also be the harbinger of an unknown fate that will shake the very foundations of the land. This statue is supposedly in the Reaper's likeness. It does attract quite a few sightseeing types and is one of the island's few attractions.

[Joltzz]

Elric laughs and slaps the man on the shoulder. He keeps his goofy face about and points his finger at the guard, waving it up and down. "You see, while everyone has their eye on them, I feel like we can spot ourselves a few overlooked hotties don't you think?!" The old herbalist carefully looks for the guard's body language. It's his goal to make him realize that he shouldn't be as distracted by what they dangle in front of him. That would make it easier for the Witches to infiltrate the building.

"Now if you'll excuse me. I'll be on my merry way. See what the fuss is about ehh." Elric touches the man on the shoulder again. "Thank you for keeping us safe." The cunning old man pretends to struggle his way up the few steps to get inside.

Like many people, Elric stops to look at the statue. His eagerness to socialize with those around him, almost makes him cough up the lore around it. Yet he stops himself in time. He didn't come all the way down here to draw a massive amount of attention to himself. Instead he slowly moves to position himself in the back of the room. With his back against the wall, and his eyes on the crowd, Elric is focused on anything out of the ordinary.

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I'll roll a Bluff check in case you find that his overacting needs a check. If not, ignore the roll.
Bluff - (1d20+27)[33]

Looking out for Witches or weird behavior from anyone in the crowd.
Perception - (1d20+33)[40]

Also checking the crowd for any spellcasting.
Spellcraft - (1d20+19)[28]

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

Elric can't spot anything too strange besides a sizeable number of guards ringing the topmost benches at attention. Quite a few of the onlookers seem to be giving the Peacekeeper quite a bit of attention but many of them wear scowls, especially those that are non-human.

After brief period of time to allow other representatives, delegates, and the Peacekeeper to come in and be seated, the woman stands with her hands raised above her blond head, an uncommon hair color for a human dwelling in the Empire, to signal for silence. It takes a few more minutes but the crowd eventually obliges. The woman smiles and puts her hands down into a ceremonial gesture, her own robes mirroring those of the men but with much shorter sleeves to allow her hands to be seen, and speaks with a clear, practiced tone.
"Welcome all to a momentous occasion for those who dwell within the Empire of the Drowning Sun. I am known as Zarya, Moderator of Proceedings, I will be here to supervise this meeting and to help avoid any distractions to the case in point."
She then turns to the Peacekeeper and bows slightly.
"We are honored to have the Peacekeeper here with us today. Her presence here honors us as we cast our vote for those who will be our voices in the summit that is to be held. Now we will hear from our first speakers."
She takes her seat as one by one the prospective delegates rise from the seats and state their cases, almost all of them human. One of the delegates begins to make a truly rousing speech to abolish slavery until a voice rings out from the staircase:
"You really think this farce of a meeting could do any good? HA!"
All eyes turn to follow a man dressed in statesman's attire into up the stairs and into the center of the arena. He is followed by a man, who could only be his brother, dressed with utility in mind. Both have thick, brown hair and shaven faces, though the first has taken pains to make his appearance very professional when compared with the second's barely passable attempt at sophistication.
"I should have known you'd try to pull something like this Zarya," the first man sneered, "trying to keep me from here to tell everyone the truth of the matter by using my own brother to bury me in pointless paperwork?"
Zarya's expression is even as she replies.
"Not at all Theomars. I just believed these proceedings would be much more pleasant without you constantly getting in everyone's way."
Theomars seems to fume briefly as the utilitarian moves past him and to Zarya. He speaks a few words quietly to her before she pinches the bridge of her nose as Theomars starts up again.
"Listen now good citizens of the Empire! You may believe that this so-called summit will bring 'freedom' to the slaves that toil under the whip. I tell you now that it is false! The summit will only bring anarchy to the weak that are protected from those that would put us under their heel if they were not disciplined swiftly and properly!"
He quickly points to a mother and child, who both recoil a bit at the sudden attention.
"What is to prevent your child from being devoured whole if they were to decide the ogre being used to construct a nearby well could no longer be held in check by those in the power to do so? A blood-thirsty orc previously trained to obey their superiors could slaughter your loved ones before the guards could put the animal down. Would you sacrifice the lives of women, children, or those you love to allow dangerous beings to roam free, burning and pillaging before they could be stopped?"
His eyes scan the now cowed audience, daring any to oppose him.

[nolongerchaos]

Kaya is slow and deliberate as she turns her head to face the interjector. Her gaze is level and her face impassive as she looks upon the man, paying as much attention to his attire and how he carries himself as to his words.

At his words though she monitors the crowd. Such blantant fear-mongering had the potential to disrupt the peace among such delicate talks. If necessary, she would interject herself into the proceedings, but she would much rather remain an observer for the time being.

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Taking 10 on Sense Motive and Knowledge Local to gauge the mood of the crowd and recognize the speaker (and his brother), with results of 27 and 35 respectively.

Perception to hear the words whispered to Zarya,
just in case: (1d20+17)[33].

[ChrisAsmadi]

Justinian

Justinian sat back in his seat, quietly observing the opening salvos of the debate - he might only get one chance to make a case before someone pulled the 'pirate' card in an attempt to discredit him, so he had to make it count. At least he wasn't alone in opposition, though most of the luminaries present were approaching the subject at a distance, not knowing the true horrors of slavery that they had hidden from them.

As the angry brother ceased his speech and stared around for opposition, Justinian met his gaze, and, uncowed, leaped gracefully out of the chair and landed lightly on his feet. Standing tall, he said back, loudly and clearly for the crowd, "What might stop them, good sir? What stops any man from leaning towards anarchy and lawlessness for his own gain? Because society brings all men together for a common purpose! No Elf nor Halfling nor even a Dwarf is too different from any other man in their wants or needs - they want what you all want, a safe home for their families and food upon their tables! Why should they or anyone else be denied such basic needs?"

Pausing for effect, Justinian continued on, "I come here today to deliver a plea from the King of Air in Zephyr, that you might reconsider slavery and build a better society for all, working in partnership, rather than as slave and master. It is for the gain of all men and women, human and non-human alike, to abolish such old and decrepit traditions, and bring about a better tomorrow!"

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Also taking 10 for Sense Motive to judge the crowd, for a result of 34.
Diplomacy: 1d20+23 = 43

[Joltzz]

Elric's blood starts boiling hearing Theomars speak. Partly because he would have absolutely loved this kind of drama back in his old life. Yet mostly because it's frustrating to watch. He knew these kinds of talks were pointless in bringing any progress, yet this was going the other way. If that man would be allowed to speak further, it could solidify the position on slavery for years to come.

Then a brave man took to the stage, standing up to the fear mongerer. Elric smiles. It warms him to hear a man like Justinian tell the truth about the matter. Immediately after his speech ends Elric can see all the heads turning back to Theomars. They're on the edges of their seats, waiting for him to verbally destroy the pirate. Theomars gasps for breath to start another rant. And just before he can utter a word, Elric moves his finger down subtly.

Action: Attempting to use his Telekinesis Supernatural Ability to rip Theomars' robes/pants from his body. The point is to make them fall to the floor. He gets a DC28 Will Save (10+1/2HD+charisma). SR shouldn't count since it's a SU Ability.

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Telekinesis downtime - (1d4)[3]

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

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"I'm sorry! I tried my best to keep him away from here. I even gave him the paperwork trying to abolish paperwork and a whole bunch of wild goose chases! He suddenly decided to take a break and heard the debates echoing down the steps."

Theomars sniffs at Justinian in disdain.
"The King of Windbags can keep his own domain for all I care and do as he pleases. It is none of his concern then that he be sticking his nose into Empire business. Just another power-monger seeking to disrupt what peace we have. You are no better, advocating an action that would bring chaos to your enemies, leaving us weak and reeling."
Justinian's opening statement seemed to rouse the crowd somewhat but it seems Theomars knows how to appeal to the crowd. They mutter and give dark glares at Justinian as Theomars' last barb strikes home.
It is then that he feels his pants suddenly give way and the crowd bursts out laughing. Even Zarya struggles to suppress a grin as she futilely calls the proceedings to order. Theomars splutters and quickly corrects the embarrassment, cheeks burning red and quickly scanning the crowd for the culprit.

Kaya and Elric both notice steel glint in the hands of a yuan-ti within the jovial audience. None of the guards seem to have caught on as they too struggle to remain vigilant in the face of such humor.

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Theomars is going to attempt an Intimidate against Justinian in an attempt to goad him/give him the equivalent shaken condition. Since this isn't quite part of the rules and I don't feel like adding yet another layer to this, just use whatever skill makes sense for what your character is going to say. The most common skills I can think of here are:
Bluff
Diplomacy
Intimidate
Knowledge (depends on topic)
Perform (most likely oratory but others might work)

Intimidate vs. Justinian's Sense Motive: (1d20+28)[41] (Since Will Save was failed, this ruins Theomars' attempt)
Will Save: (1d20+12)[21]
Perception:(1d20+10)[22]
Crowd is now neutral to Theomars and Justinian.

[nolongerchaos]

"I wouldn't."
In an instant, faster than would be believable, Kaya is standing before the Yuan-ti, her silver blade bare and ready in her hand, her brilliant armor momentarily visible beneath her swirling cloak.

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Assuming this is more or less a surprise round, move action Omenwalk to teleport to the Yuan-ti, with a free action Quick Draw of her short sword. If she has a swift action available she'll initiate Time Skitter to grant herself the effects of Haste for 8 rounds.

[The Blade Wolf]

At first, Avaliah had been rather enjoying the proceedings. Zarya came across as a fair and just moderator to her, and the fact that they were able, to begin with an impassioned speech about freeing the slaves gave further promise to the start. However, Avaliah was far too experienced to allow herself to get hopeful and optimistic so soon as the talks began, it was after all. Going to be a very long day, and Avaliah knew for a fact that there was going to be others who venomously opposed the abolition of slavery.

As it turned it, it was a very wise decision of hers indeed, as was only moments after Avaliah caught herself that one of those loudest anti-abolitionists turned up. Theomars Chadwick... alongside his brother. Avaliah eyes narrowed at the sight of them, and she rose from her seat to proceed down to the floor. It was best for her to make her case on equal footing, and speak equally to everyone here. Avaliah knew about Theomars quite well, knew how his parents lost their lives to orcish raiders, and had allowed his grief to blossom into a corrupting hatred ever since. Tesarion on the other hand...

Honestly, Avaliah wasn’t sure what to make of Tesarion. His idea of easing slaves out over time, by selling and leasing land to the slaves that they can work on by themselves as a pay-it-forwards system did make a lot of sense. Yet, the fact that no slave, not even ones that Avaliah had talked with were willing to disclose what it was like to work in his shipyard was... unsettling to say the least. Avaliah did not put much stock in the rumours that Tesarion used magic to compel and control his slaves, but she regretfully couldn’t dismiss them directly off hand either. The lack of complaints... even the most generous of slave-owners that she met had one or two rebels who complained about their slavery, so the lack of any at all with very disquieting.

Still, as much as Avaliah did want to see slaves freed as well, a sweep abolishment would threaten to crack the Empire apart... and as corrupt as it was, Avaliah did love her home... so she could very much support Tesarion’s idea, even if she felt it was a bit too slow and gradual to actually get good work done. Hopefully, Avaliah would be able to rely on his aid as these proceedings continued.

Before Avaliah was able to get down to the floor in order to make her case through, there was another person who spoke up. One whom Avaliah thought she recognised... Captain Justinian, if she wasn’t mistaken. Putting forwards a plea on behalf of his king from the Zephyr... it wasn’t that strong in all honestly, and Theomars was swift to retort. However, it gave her a perfect place to join the conversation... even if she did have to pause for Theomars to grab his pants and pull them up again after something yanked them down.

“Only the weak and afraid would spurn allies for being different!” Avaliah declared as she stepped forwards from the crowds, stepping out onto the floor in order to confront Theomars, slamming her cane down onto the floor in order to grab everyone’s attention as she finishes and to punctuate her speech. Her pause was only a few seconds before she continued on without hesitation. “You speak of enemies desiring to send our Empire into chaos, lurking forces eagerly awaiting a chance to pounce and tear us asunder. Yet when a potential ally to aid us against these forces speaks, you turn them down, pushing them away and accusing them of being an enemy? If that does not weaken us, turning allies into enemies, then weakness itself is a lie!”

For a few moment Avaliah paused, allowing her words to sink in, the folly of Theomars speech to register with those who were listening... whilst also allowing Avaliah to regain her breath and marshal her thoughts in order to address his first point once again. Avaliah was intending to strike hard, and strike fast. Hopefully shattering Theomars’ credibility completely.

“Even beyond that folly, however, you speak of fear towards the orcs and ogres that we have enslaved for generations. You speak of them as monstrous, bloodthirsty brutes constantly desiring to kill and ravage us that are only kept in check with an iron first. I say that you are wrong: That the orcish people are a proud race stifled underneath us. A race that would eagerly take up arms against us if we do not give them equal rights! Let them live amongst us, give them the ability to join our armies and fight alongside us as equals. Give them means to express their pride and desire to compete, and they will not hesitate!” Again, another pause, shorter than the previous one as Avaliah turned away from Theomars to express the audience.

“People of the Empire, I will not simply ask for you to take my word over Theomars’, I will give you a reason to! People of the Empire, tell me! Who would know more about the slaves that live alongside us for so many years? A man whose tragic death of his parents has haunted him throughout his life? A man who never moved on from his mourning, and allowed it to twist into a hatred that poisons his very soul? A man whose mind is clouded with rage at the orcish raiders who took his parent’s lives, and so directs it at ensuring all those without a human face are kept under an iron heel? Or a woman who has spent decades talking with those very same people? A woman who has learned nearly 15 languages in order to talk with the slaves in their own tongue? A woman who is known throughout the land as ‘The Negotiator’, able to calm down even the most unruly of slaves? Who would you rather trust in this manner?”

One more thing to say. One more thing for Avaliah to address... and only then will she be willing to let Theomars speak. Twisting round to address him once again, Avaliah spoke. “And even if I am wrong Theomars, even if I am wrong about orcs not abusing the freedom given to them, and even if I am wrong about the King of Air not waiting to take any opportunity present to them if we are seen as weak. You asked a question at the start of this all. Who will defend us if we let them free? Let me answer that for you: Elven spell and sight! Dwarven stone and steel! Gnomish illusion and Halfling luck! For they will fight to defend themselves. They will fight to defend their friends, their families and their homes! The Empire will be their home, and they will fight for us! You ask who will defend us when the revered Peacekeeper herself sits her to remind us all of the Empire’s strength? Do you fear freedom so much, that you have no trust in the soldiers that have kept us safe ever since the Shattering itself?!”

A swift clap of her cane followed this declaration, Avaliah falling silent for a few more moments, judging when Theomars was about to speak to finalise her speech. “The only fears you have shown me so far Theomars are personal nightmares that no reasonable person would fear. I will make one simple request: Cease this fearmongering, and give us an actual reason to keep slaves as slaves. Or leave, and allow the reasonable people of this Empire discuss these matters. The choice is yours.”

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Diplomacy - (1d20+25)[39]
Sense Motiove on Crowd - (1d20+18)[31]

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

Hesitation flashes through the yuan-ti's eyes as Kaya appears out of thin air. Then they hear The Negotiator's speech their resolve seems to tighten.
"Down with the fearmonger!"
They begin to toss the concealed dagger, leaving only precious moments for Kaya to react.

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Kaya must roll initiative to act first. Otherwise this goes through.
Initiative: (1d20+3)[17]
Attack: (1d20+1)[19]
Damage: (1d4)[2]

Tesarion looks at Avaliah evenly.
"Well spoken Negotiator. However, I am afraid I must side with my brother on a few particular points. How would you propose we keep people safe from anarchy? You speak of fearmongering but it just might be justified. What have we or our ancestors done to win the love of the Dwarves, Elves, Halflings, and Gnomes? While reason must prevail, the fears of the people, human or otherwise, cannot be dismissed and you have offered no alternatives. My brother is right in his... passionate point. Remember that I too wish to see all races become equals."
He then smiles a bit sadly.
"I'm also afraid to inform you that you are out of order. The floor has not yet been opened up to the general public and you were not seated as a delegate... unless you wish to proceed to the nominations now?"
He does not have the force or wit that Theomars does but the soft-spoken man's words are sound and his influence among the people could be said to rival his brother's.

Meanwhile, a disturbance seems to be happening within the audience as the speakers stare each other down.

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Attempting to influence audience's attitude to remain unchanged towards Theomars and Avaliah.
Diplomacy vs. Avaliah's check: (1d20+16)[17] and a +5 circumstance bonus for his reputation among slaves and humans.

[The Blade Wolf]

There was a slight pause at Tesarion’s claims, Avaliah noticeable surprised at it, but she does not take long to recover. Replying calmly and evenly. “I find myself highly doubting your claims Lord Tesarion. I have put a considerable amount of time into ensuring that I am in fact, not considered a member of the general public for this meeting. Both before I arrived at this island, and after I had arrived at Bor'Salla. I have received multiple confirmations that I am not part of the general public, and so I am not speaking out of turn by discrediting your brother. If by any chance, I am actually considered to be part of the general public, despite my multiple confirmations. I would have to consider that the parties in charge of this event are not as neutral as they proclaim, and I would not be surprised if many other parties here agreed with me on that. Even if they themselves would not want to see me here, not having the famous Negotiator part of these discussions will reflect incredibly poorly on the discussion as a whole.”

Avaliah did not consider her words to be a threat, simply a statement of her views. If some means had prevented her from getting her correct status. Or if somehow that status had been robbed from her between her last minute checks and the beginning of the proceedings, then it cast the entire meeting in an extremely negative light, and she doubted that many would be happy to hear that one of such reputation would lose the ability to speak her part. Especially as it meant that they too, could potentially be threatened.

“As it is, however, there is a difference between your brother's fear mongering, and your own reasonable objections. Whilst the speed of your plans are subject to personal disagreements. I find myself in full agreement with your plans. Any rational person can understand that a sweeping abolishment of slavery will cause our great Empire to fracture, and chaos will grip us for some time. Especially as some people will refuse to follow such command I am sure.” There was another pause, Avaliah considering what was her best move, what was best to make her case before bowing her head.

“I humbly await for Zarya, Moderator of Proceedings, to inform us whenever or not I have spoken out of turn. As I wait for her to speak, I hope all the People of the Empire here today, keep in mind that we must hear out our brother's and sisters. That the staunchest anti-slavery members must take the time to ease the justified fears of the pro-slavery members here, and that the staunchest pro-slavery members take the time to consider the benefits of freeing them slaves that are spoken by the anti-slavery members. It is only through co-operation, reasoning and discussion that we can not just keep our Empire safe, but help it grow even brighter and stronger than it ever has been.” With that, Avaliah fell silent, through her eyes swept the crowd. Not just looking for trouble, but wanting to see if anyone seemed a little too smug about Tesarion's claim. A little too knowing, as if they had known a

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Diplomacy - (1d20+25)[43]
Sense Motive on Crowd - (1d20+18)[33]
Sense Motive on Tesarion - (1d20+18)[27]
Perception on Crowd - (1d20)[17]+24

[nolongerchaos]

Kaya darts swiftly into the path of the dagger, the blade sinking into her shoulder. She glances down at the dagger,
and then frowns at the yuan-ti. "You know, it really would have been simpler if you hadn't done that... Ah, well, all eyes on us, I think." Kaya sighs sadly and reaches up to pull the dagger from her shoulder and in the same movement, pulls the broach from her cloak, which falls to the floor, uncovering her brilliant armor.

"You have shed my blood, yet still I will offer you this one, final chance to peaceably submit yourself to the guards to be escorted from this Hall. I think you know the alternative, but I would rather it not come to that." Kaya says in a carrying voice, as she stares levelly at the yuan-ti.

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Fort save vs poison (1d20+16)[18]
Diplomacy in attempt to get the yuan-ti to peacefully surrender: (1d20+16)[24].

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

Tesarion blinks and seems to pale a bit as he realizes what he said. Theomars just shakes his head as if a gnat had decided to buzz around his head brow furrowing at Tesarion's words.
However, the dagger throw draws away attention from those in the center and interrupts three other delegates who begin to agree with Tesarion's call of misconduct.
Zarya calls out in a voice tinged with relief and a good bit of sternness.
"Peacekeeper! What is the meaning of this?"
Upon seeing the blade being pulled from the shoulder and the Peacekeeper's request for surrender, Zarya pales as the crowd explodes in an uproar. Some scream, others shout angrily, and those nearby recoil in fear as the guards rush down to the yuan-ti with spears brandished. She holds her hands up in surrender as she glares at the Peacekeeper, eyes glinting with rage despite the ring of spears.
"Filthy dog! Sssoon you will sssee they have no love for you or usss!"
"Enough!" Zarya roars. "Guards, take her away! As for you Tesarion," she continued coldly, "I believe that it is in fact you who are out of order. Your brother's point has been made valid but your attempt to dismiss a delegate from these proceedings calls for your immediate dismissal from the floor and further ineligibility for the summit with your lack of understanding and insult towards the Negotiator. The law is clear and consequences harsh in this case... unless there is to be a suitable alternative?"
Zarya glances to Avaliah, trying to convey some sort of message.

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Theomars doesn't seem as happy about the possible expulsion of his brother but he isn't moving to stop it.

One person in the audience seems rather calm and has the look of a cat playing with a mouse. Her finery marks her as a person of rank but there don't seem to be any marks to determine which house she hails from.

Zarya is secretly telling Avaliah to get Tesarion dismissed and banned from the summit.

[Joltzz]

The heart starts beating faster. Blood runs through Elric’s veins at a more rapid rate when he lays eyes upon her. The Wicked Witch that cost him everything. He has to be careful on how to proceed though. There are too many innocents standing in the proximity for her to take hostage. It could also be a trick. He might have been spotted by them. He might even be watched.

Elric was keeping a close eye on the Yuan-ti after spotting them. Since an undercover individual seemed to have the situation well under control, Elric didn’t have to give away his position at all. He does his best not to get distracted by the attention that the commotion was causing. Instead he keeps his eyes on the price, on what he came here for, Akkalandra.

He slowly moves closer while maintaining concentration on his telekinesis. He positions himself directly behind her, about 30 feet away. With the stage in his line of vision, so his stare is less obvious. Elric scans her for any weapons, items, she might carry. And also tries to identify her from behind, to make sure it’s really her.

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Concentration Telekinsesis - (1d20+28)[46]
Perception - (1d20+33)[45]
[roll=Knowledge Local + Collector of Stories to identify & Knowledge Devotion]1d20+32[/roll]

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* post roll count doesn't match database

[nolongerchaos]

Kaya watches as the guards escort the yuan-ti out at spearpoint.

Things could have gone better. Worse too, though. Much worse.

"Apologies for the interruption,
Mistress Moderator."

She looks down at the bloodied dagger still in her hand. She gives it a small toss, and catches it by the blade. "I believe this was intended for you." she says, addressing Theomars. She holds the dagger out to him, hilt first. "I offer it to you in peace, Master Chadwick. A reminder, perhaps, that sometimes it is by our own actions that we create the enemies that we seek to stop."

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Kaya's words are intended for Theomars,
not really for the crowd, but here's a Diplomacy check just in case.
Diplomacy - (1d20+16)[34]

[The Blade Wolf]

Avaliah sighed at the exchange in the crowd. Although she had been all but expecting such an event to happen eventually. It always sadden her to see someone resorting to violence in an attempt to silence other. Shaking her head as the Yuan-ti was lead away. "Such a pity that we had to witness one who was unable to see the necessity of reason. They are doing nobody any favours by resorting to violence.” Still, she did not linger on them for long, and soon turned back to Zarya, answering in a calm and measured voice. “I do not believe there is a suitable alternative. Tesarion attempted to get me dismissed, so he should be dismissed instead. We need to ensure people take this meeting with utmost seriousness and focus after all. Which he has showed he has now.”

[Tsunamiatunzen1]

It is difficult to describe the whole scene as Avaliah's words rang through the arena, finalizing the dismissal and forbiddance from the summit.
Zarya looks betrayed for a moment as Avaliah looks into her eyes but it is quickly replaced by cold, impassionate professionalism.
"So shall it be. Tesarion Chadwick, you are hereby dismissed from this gathering and shall be denied participation in the upcoming summit on penalty of immediate incarceration."
Theomars doesn't take advantage of the Yuan-ti's blunder or the proffered dagger and holds his peace with a dark scowl directed at the back of his brother's head as the latter bows his shoulders in defeat.
"I see. I shall withdraw and personally see to the punishment of this individual."
He shoots a death glare at the Yuan-ti who seems to quail with terror as she stares into his eyes and seems eager to be led away by the guards.
Before he leaves, Theomars takes Tesarion by one shoulder and whispers something into his ear. Then he allows them to be on their way.

Elric
The woman has quite a few jewels and fashionable clothing on her person designed to attract the eye without revealing her affiliation as there is no signet ring or other identifying markers. No telling what possessions are magical or mundane without time to scrutinize them further. It seems she's been living a posh life since her last meeting with Elric and has done very well for herself.
Her hair is of a different color, probably dyed, and her makeup conceals minor details or to enhance her beauty but the woman is definitely Akkalandra.
She seems quite pleased with herself as Tesarion is dismissed. A few onlookers notice the old man watching the Wicked Witch and begin to peer suspiciously at him, though the Witch does not seem to notice him as of yet.

Zarya takes a deep breath through her nose before releasing it in frustration.
"We shall continue with the proceedings. I believe we shall now her from Lady Fellspark, may we-"
"I have no need to speak."
Zarya pauses at the interruption as she stands from her seat to look down at the otherworldly woman who stares back levelly.
"I beg to differ, if you do not speak, how are others to determine if you-"
"A written letter from the Church requesting my presence and a seal from the Empire should suffice."
She proceeds to draw forth a folded piece of parchment emblazoned with both of the aforementioned seals. The delicately scrawled words at the top are easy to see: Church Summons
A clatter of chairs can be heard as several of the delegates protest. Diedre Fellspark's impassive expression only serves to infuriate one of them in particular.
"I WILL NOT BE DISGRACED BY A MERE CHAINBREAKER! YOU ARE A FRAUD AND HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CLAIMING THIS PRESTIGE!"
He draws a sword and several members of the audience draw weapons of their own.
"I will not see you use it to further your corrupt cause!"
Soon, many of the delegates are brandishing weapons, wands, or incantations while shouting threats and denouncements. About a third of the audience are likewise armed, some disguised as commoners, while the remaining guards point spears at those threatening violence while shielding the remaining civilians.
Zarya's call to order and pleas for reason fall on deaf ears as it seems certain the talks are about to devolve into a clash of steel and magic.
Theomars is nowhere to be seen as the situation begins to disintegrate.

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Spoiler: Chadwick brothers: Perception DC 15 AND Linguistics rank invested to reading lips

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"That was not you speaking brother. I will see retribution done as before."

I'm going to call for initiative.
Group 1: (1d20+2)[5]
Group 2: (1d20+1)[10]
Group 3: (1d20+4)[21]
Individual: (1d20+2)[22]

[nolongerchaos]

Disappointed, but not surprised that Theomars turned down the offered dagger, Kaya tucks the dagger into her belt. She then reaches down and picks up her cloak and replaces it over her shoulders as she makes her way back to the center aisle toward Lady Fellspark, while the Negotiator begins to insist on Tesarion's dismissal from the proceedings.

She takes her seat upon returning to Fellspark, though she notes as she arrives that the proceedings take a drastic turn for the worst upon the revelation of Lady Fellsparks her writ of invitation to the summit and official seals of affirmation.

As things dissolve, and arms become bared, Kaya stands and addresses the crowd, "If you believe we will allow harm to come to an Imperial representative, you will find yourselves gravely mistaken." With a wave of her hand an Orange sphere forms around Kaya and Lady Fellspark, then mutters an incantation and touches Fellspark. "This is a protective spell, my Lady. Please stay within the sphere where I can best protect you, Mistress Fellspark."

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Knowledge Local - (1d20+25)[27], to recognize the individual, if important.
Kaya's actions are: standard action area orange veil, swift action cast Protection from Evil on Fellspark.
If you allow using larger actions to fuel smaller ones, she'll also use her move action to switch to Reaching Blade Stance rather than a swift action.

[Joltzz]

Elric the Herbalist

As chaos starts to break out, Elric can detect people shuffling left and right. This is not the most optimal situation to discover more about the Witches. As much as he wants to exterminate her from the face of the planet, Akkalandra still holds important information. He wanted to follow her to her connections and possibly even more Witches. Ah well, Humans were well known for their ability to adapt, even those Humans who died.

The herbalist’s aura and energy are not friendly and polite as they were before. His giggles are replaced by a complete emotionless stare. Elric reaches out his arm, and tightens the tension in his fingers. The woman in front of him can feel the pressure trying to hold her in place.

“The Witch that goes by the name Akkalandra. Your friends have betrayed you. You have been found guilty for crimes against humanity. How do you plea?”

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Standard Action: Using Combat Maneuver Grapple version of Telekinesis (SR applies)
Telekinesis Concentration - (1d20+28)[29]
Grapple vs CMD - (1d20+28)[44]

CMD to break free: 38

Edit: The concentration check was a natural 1 roll. Don't know if that makes it fail by default. Was rolling it since it I was sustaining the Telekinesis I first cast. A roll isn't even required to keep concentrating on a spell (I think), just rolling it in case of getting damage to move things along.

If it's an auto fail, I will just reuse the Telekinesis ability. Result is the same for this round. Although I would like to know if it's an autofail or not, so I know if I have to reroll my downtime for the ability.

[Lioslaith]

The burgeoning conflict within the Council-hall is rocked by the sudden, deafening sound of stone grating on stone. Or was it cracking? Breaking? Kahh-whooooom!!! The explosion and spray of broken stone that resulted from it scattered across the hall and its occupants like a wave of sand from the shore.

To the shock and awe of everyone present the statue that was in the center of the Council-hall had come to life. The being represented finishing the final blow to the unseen foe it had been so long poised to deliver. Having driven its huge sword near hilt deep into the stone floor, smoke seems to rise from it as it kneels there staring at the floor, Curious...

He pauses for a brief moment, confused as to where his foe had gone, then slowly raises up, taking in the crowd. He was the statue in every minute detail from the wings and clothing he wore to the rippling muscles and the headband on his head. Some sort of amalgamation of angel and demon. His white pupil-less eyes scanned the crowd causing various reactions amongst them; however most felt discomfort when those eyes passed over.

Speaking a language no one recognizes and with a voice that is guttural and clipped he says, “Temias aras tave kia elgtis kia reiklauti tave hadzuska siqsa.” It sounds similar to Infernal or Abyssal but is unrecognizable to even the most learned linguists among the crowd. Immediately after he finishes a shadow seems to coalesce at his feet. It pools for a moment then seems to rise up and drape itself over its shoulders, like a cloak, forming itself perfectly around his wings but somehow still a swirling shadow. It seems to almost flow and ebb as it clings to him.

Taking a step down from the dais towards the crowd in general, tilting his head a little to the side as they pushed back from him he speaks again, “Kam kash tave prasme iv sis, tikurzi kash tave geras kissai?” and then another pause as he scans the crowd once more.

His eyes lock onto Avaliah, seeming to stare through her for a moment, he takes a knee in front of her. “Nu pazinti tave gubrys iv trovas Askarda kad nenx kuris zhol.” His voice this time was more soothing, a softer version than before and less clipped. Much more reminiscent now of Celestial and maybe Draconic?

[ChrisAsmadi]

Justinian

Justinian stood, observing, after he'd said his piece, watching as the conference - and an assassination attempt! - had unfolded before him. His hand hovered near the hilt of his rapier as the mob began to bay in anger - not too much of a surprise, given the topic - but he was shocked indeed as the statue awoke, stepping backwards in surprise - and catching himself as he almost stumbled over his seat. Of the first tongue, he had no hint - but the second, the second had hints of both the Celestial speech his grandmother had taught him as a young lad and the Dragontongue he'd learned while studying magic. Clearly, this creature was something deeply unusual. And it seemed to be going for the noblewoman who seemed to be one of the fiercest opponents of slavery.

It just wouldn't do.

He drew forth his rapier, the blade almost a blur as it sprung forth from it's sheath, crackling with eldritch energy as he channelled power through the blade as if it were an extension of his own body. Drawing upon another gift of his pact - the gift of flight - he sprung forwards, soaring through the air in a great leap to land lightly next to the noblewoman and the creature. Shifting to a fencer's stance, he held the blade before him, ready to strike out at the creature if it surged forwards to attack - or to fend off any of the members of the mob who might be feeling incredibly brave.

"Who are you? What are you?" asked the pirate in Celestial with a somewhat rusty accent - there wasn't much call for the language while sailing the high seas, after all.

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Free: Draw Rosethorn.
Free: Activate Aether Channel
Move: Fly over to Avaliah and ???. Given the lack of weather, his +31 Fly mod should be more than enough to autopass any checks.
Standard: Ready an attack for if the creature attacks Justinian or Avaliah.

[Lioslaith]

The shadow cloak seemed to swirl in a more agitated state when Justinian channeled the energy through his blade. Shhhhhh I do not think they mean harm The being smiled at Justinian as he landed near Avaliah and then tilted his head a little when he heard the Celestial. Remaining on his knee with a glance at Avaliah he answered, "Labintias, mazo tu aras the lady Askarda's taral then?" Frowning a bit at his words he looked at Justinian and nodded slightly, clearly wanting Justinian to speak again.

[ChrisAsmadi]

Justinian

Justinian lowered his blade ever so slightly as the creature smiled. It didn't too aggressive up close, despite the demonic features.

That, or, it was all a bluff.

"I can't understand you. Your accent's even worse than mine is." he said, still speaking Celestial, this time with a shrug and a look of confusion.

[Lioslaith]

Nodding to Justinian he tries again, "Greetings, You must be the Lady Askarda's protector then?" He nods in the affirmative again, Yes, there it is. The language coming out as a perfect copy of what the Captain was speaking right down to the accent he was using. Justinian does notice that he seems to have not noticed the drawn weapon but then there were a lot of those in here right now.

[ChrisAsmadi]

Justinian

"Lady Who?" asked Justinian. At least they could understand each other now, even if it did seem to be copying him."No, no, I'm nobody's protector. You just looked more dangerous than the angry mob. I'm Captain Justinian, an emissary for the King of Air - an emissary at this conference that you interrupted. Mind, it wasn't exactly going well even before you... woke up?"