Aaron:Ashen raises a cautious eyebrow when you recite your text. "A scholarly gob?" Ashen remarks. She looks thoughtful. "How impressively
useful."
Yoshiko:"And th'one o'er there's done assassinations. So w'can 'elp you 'chieve vengeance. All w'ask is f'guidance through th'place. An' per'aps some payment."
OOC: Yoshiko attempts to pick the lock with her thieves tools.
1d20+6 = (20)+6 = 26
The cuffs pop off Ashen's wrists quick as anything, and she moans in relief. "Thank you, wily friend," she whispers, and flexes her hands with the delicacy of a skilled piano player. "I feel more and more like myself each minute."
She stands, tucks her blunted dagger into her blanket skirt, takes a swig from the honeywine, and walks among the group. Her tears have dried on her cheeks, her expression has hardened somewhat. She glances back at the now dark painting, then to Luis.
Luis:Ashen swishes the wine inside her mouth, and gulps, then offers you the bottle. She presses it insistently towards your chest.
Lai Shan:When Yoshiko mentions you are an
assassin, Ashen looks reassured. "Ah. So maybe you really
can slay the Medusa. I had not dreamed I'd be so fortunate to be rescued, much less by such skilled adventurers. I do not know what payment I could provide, but free my Goddesses, and I'm sure they will bless you as they have blessed me in life!"
Ashen counts to seven on her fingertips. "These are some facts I've gleaned from sweet-talking the
bondees--the men who maintain the Maze. I think there are
at least seven sections of this place, including these Halls. There are also some Gardens, the Gallery of course, and an Archive of some kind? Also her private Almery, and then the Cells. I think there's a seventh, or more, but I just don't know anything about that. I know nothing of them beyond the names..."
"From what I've heard, there are other exits in some of those sections, but are likely secret, and, er,
difficult. I've never had the opportunity to explore the place, myself."
Truman:Humble priestess, huh? Truman didn't quite buy it.
OOC: Truman's Insight check:
1d20+6=(19)+6=25
"Alright, here's an odd one. It's doubtful, but do the names 'Cassilo of St. Nguyen' or 'Princess Therofera' mean anything to you?"
Ashen ignores the first question for the moment. She looks at you blankly and shrugs. "I don't know what that is. Any of it," she responds. "Food? Are those foods? Or boats, perhaps?"
"I'm a simple priestess, perhaps I haven't had the world experience of you adventurers, but..."
"But..." She stops, and curses under her breath in some long lost language. "Very well. If you must place misguided importance on
titles of all things, standing before you is
Ashen Chanterelle, High Priestess of the Triarchy, Third Counselor of the World Army, Most Penitent and Patient Daughter of the Torn..."
As she speaks, the torches in the room begin to go out, one by one. She seems as startled as anyone, and abruptly stops speaking.
Panicked, she makes a full-speed break for the painting.
OOC: Roll Initiative if anyone chooses to stop her.
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Colbitzer
@ 3:32 PM Apr 17th