07-24-2017, 05:35 AM
[OoC Fast forwarding to the next morning after they have rested}
After a brief morning repast Betimi disappears into the garderobe, something which does not normally draw attention. That is until a few moments later when a loud squawk is hard, like that of a bird, then a thud. Seconds later there is the sound of a gravelly, harsh mans voice is heard talking in some unintelligible language, at the same time growling and ripping sounds are heard, like thatn of a carnivore ripping into a kill. Then as abruptly as the sounds started, just as the party was contemplating bashing the garderobe door down, Betimi opens the door, straightening her cloak as she steps out.
"I am ready.." Her voices is deep and gravelly, almost a growl.. she coughs then clears her throat, trying again "Well.. crap, I guess that determins my disguise."
Then before your eyes her pale white skin and black alien eyes are replaced by those of a middle aged, gruff bearded man. She .. he grows a bit taller, closer to 6 feet tall, and his.. her? armour is replaced by a stained leather apron over rough spun woolen tunic and leather breeches. Her large brown travel cloak appears unchanged, though it's rough spun appearance probably does look more at home on this man than it did on her. The mace she had tucked into her belt is replaced by a heavy carpenter's hammer, a tool that a tradesman might be carrying when traversing the rougher parts of a city.
"Does this look okay, will I draw attention? Did I miss any details I need to fix? I am trying to look like some of the peasants i saw on the streets of Cantus. I hope they would fit in here. I can change it at will if needs be."
The entire time she is talking she tis turning so that teh party can get a look at her.. him?
For @GM Marvel:
After a brief morning repast Betimi disappears into the garderobe, something which does not normally draw attention. That is until a few moments later when a loud squawk is hard, like that of a bird, then a thud. Seconds later there is the sound of a gravelly, harsh mans voice is heard talking in some unintelligible language, at the same time growling and ripping sounds are heard, like thatn of a carnivore ripping into a kill. Then as abruptly as the sounds started, just as the party was contemplating bashing the garderobe door down, Betimi opens the door, straightening her cloak as she steps out.
"I am ready.." Her voices is deep and gravelly, almost a growl.. she coughs then clears her throat, trying again "Well.. crap, I guess that determins my disguise."
Then before your eyes her pale white skin and black alien eyes are replaced by those of a middle aged, gruff bearded man. She .. he grows a bit taller, closer to 6 feet tall, and his.. her? armour is replaced by a stained leather apron over rough spun woolen tunic and leather breeches. Her large brown travel cloak appears unchanged, though it's rough spun appearance probably does look more at home on this man than it did on her. The mace she had tucked into her belt is replaced by a heavy carpenter's hammer, a tool that a tradesman might be carrying when traversing the rougher parts of a city.
"Does this look okay, will I draw attention? Did I miss any details I need to fix? I am trying to look like some of the peasants i saw on the streets of Cantus. I hope they would fit in here. I can change it at will if needs be."
The entire time she is talking she tis turning so that teh party can get a look at her.. him?
For @GM Marvel:
Binding Check Bindr level + Chr [1d20+7] = 3+7 = 10
= Oops, not a good pact.
= Oops, not a good pact.
Quote:Sign: Your voice deepens and acquires a gravelly, growling
tone.
Infl uence: While you are infl uenced by Naberius, you
love the sound of your own voice and are constantly pleased
by your cleverness. Whenever you are presented with a
pulpit, a stage, a talking stick, or any other place or object
designed to give a speaker the fl oor, Naberius requires that
you immediately seize the opportunity to speak. Any topic
will do, but since Naberius resents others taking control of
the discourse, he requires that you either shout them down
or mock them. Your speech must last a number of rounds
equal to your effective binder level to satisfy Naberius.
but nods with an appreciative grin at Gilley's proposal.
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