paradox26
Here will be the IC thread for the game.

Recruitment Thread:  https://forums.giantitp.com/showthre...Adventure-Path 

OOC Thread:  https://forums.giantitp.com/showthre...PF1-OOC-Thread 
paradox26
The adventure begins in the capital city of Oppara, heart of the Taldan empire.

Visitors flock to Oppara in the days leading up to the Grand Day of Exaltation. The populace of the city doubles during this time, making Oppara larger than any other city in the Inner Sea region, save Absalom. The self-importance of the already prideful Taldan people swells in equal measure. Street vendors sell traditional Taldan foods—anchovy skewers, anglebobs, canal crossings, clamguards, jubilee pie, honeyflake, long wine, yonder tarts, and more—including regional delicacies from separated provinces such as Andoran mince and Chelish raven cake. Family banners and provincial flags drape the sides of most buildings, with merchants hawking heraldry ranging from replica banners of the old Armies of Exploration to wooden swords and handheld Taldan flags for children. Taverns offer themed drink and food, with varying bars adopting well-known nobles from the long history of the empire as their mascot or self-declared patron.

Alongside all the pomp and circumstance filling Oppara is a noteworthy moment in history: the imperial senate is poised to hold a historic vote to end primogeniture. The potential end of the millenniastanding law of succession is the talk of the town. Streets and taverns are abuzz with conversations; some wish
to see the law thrown down to pave a way for Princess Eutropia to ascend to the throne, while hardliners (especially elder nobles) believe the vote to be another
wound in the great history of the empire, allowing not only the rabble-rousing Eutropia to inherit family power, but every ill-deserving woman. Regardless of the outcome, both sides of the debate agree that life will go on, and despite the serious ramifications of primogeniture’s potential end, the streets of Oppara hold no signs of unrest during the jubilant celebrations of the Grand Day of Exaltation.

You are a disparate band, gathered at the hand of Martela Lotheed, a scion of the noble Lotheed house. She has called each of you to appear before her.

 "Greetings, my friends. Come and be welcome. Please make yourselves known to each other, for  those of you who do not know others,"  she says. She is richly dressed, as if about to go to a ball. Her dress alone must have cost a small fortune, and her jewellery could only have been afforded by the nobility.
Frosty
Matanya Harino, better known as Rebecca Romos, is sitting demurely in a chair, hands folded on her lap.  She is dressed in plain clothing of muted colors, suitable for a servant. The whole outfit clashes a little with the beauty and the curves of the woman, but Rebecca is experienced at playing a role.  "Thank you for inviting me.  The request for us to come discreetly is counter to my usual strengths, but a job on the Grand Day of Exaltation must be important." 

The raven-haired beauty looks at each of the others here.   "It looks like we may all be working together.  My name is Rebecca Romos.  It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

When she gets to Seresy and Lilian, Rebecca smiles.   "It's good to see you two again.  I hope things are going well at the temple?" 
DrK
 Rikkard 

Rikkard enters with a flourish of a long cape of Taldan blue and green and bows low to the assembled ladies  “Greetings all, I have the pleasure to be Count Rikkard Vernisant,”  he pauses and nods,  “Yesof that House Vernisant.” 

Looking up he nods to Lady Lotheed,  “It has been many years Martello. But they have been kind to you. What is that you need so urgently, my Uncle will be at the Grand Exultation and I would have seen your there tonight.”  

Looking about at the others he tries to work out they their noble stations

 OOC
Know (local) +8 or (nobility) +10  (3d20)[ 14 ][ 7 ][ 12 ](33) 
 
Stelio Kontos
The younger, bespectacled man rises to greet everyone.  He's dressed fairly simply, in a long-sleeved gray shirt and pants and a leather belt; the clothes are certainly well made but aren't ostentatious at all.

 "Lady Lockheed, it is a pleasure to see you again as always; Count Vernisant, Miss Ramos, I am likewise pleased to make your acquaintances.  My name is Eathan, for those of you that don't know me." 
Farmerbink
A striking young woman, simply garbed by comparison to most of the company simply nods in turn as the others introduce themselves.  At Rebecca's question, a flicker of a wry smirk passes her lips as she shrugs.  " Oh, you know.   Busy.  " she responds, perhaps more dutifully than anything else.

When her turn arises, she inclines her head slightly to Lady Lotheed.  After a moment, her gaze flicks among the (large) gathered party before returning to her host.  Displeased at whatever she finds there, she purses her lips.  " You may call me Seresey, " she murmurs, clearly, but begrudgingly.  Clearly, this is as "known to each other" as she cares to make herself- perhaps already more than she desires.
DarkOne-Rob
With a laugh high and ringing like a bell, Seresey's companion - sitting so close that the two are touching, nearly too close for propriety - looks at her sister and with a mocking smile scolds her. "  Now Seresey, there is no need to be so coy! When a noble Lady asks for our presence it is surely a good thing for the Family, and everyone here seems pleasant enough,  " she says, her voice dripping with humor and infectious pleasure. Turning to Rebecca she reaches out as if to pull the third woman into the pile with her sister and says, "  You are kind to call it a temple, 'Becca, but you know it's not so grand. Maybe one day, but to get there we must all  work  so  hard ,  " she says, eyeing the men in the room hungrily. "  But probably not tonight - the Lady surely has something more...cultural for us, hmmm?  "

Lillian doesn't introduce herself, possibly deliberately, but is dressed in a solid, matte-black catsuit that leaves nothing to the imagination. She dressed as if she's prepared to engage in some sort of clandestine breaking-and-entering, though her hair looks lustrous and her makeup is pristine. It's clear she's used to turning heads and enjoys the attention, but is equally prepared for a totally different kind of job. Beside her is a small, black bag - not a purse, but about that size. When moved it makes no sound at all, and it has no bright buttons or latches visible anywhere on it.
n0ble
Maya sat with an arm stuffed into each sleeve of her iron-grey robes. Her face held a simple, placid look that carried around the table before settling onto Martella, then downcast to the floor. A fine thread of filigree was laced into the robes, the stitching silvered and mapped like tiny circutlories that fell in parallel with one another down the length of the robes thread, down to where the hem of her robes ended in a heavy curtain. Like a waterfall of falling cataracts. The slippers she wore held similar streaks, running at a tight perpendicular to the robe's own for how Maya held her posture: back straight, each thin leg pressed against the chair. Eyes downcast. Had Maya been prone to feeling something like desire, she would have desired a hood to go along with it. But the priestess did not. She did not deserve to show her face, yet circumstance dictated otherwise. She had been abroad too long, education notwithstanding. It was important to be seen in public.

  "Maya Talbot."    Her voice was flat. Monotone. There was no need to elaborate further. She would not insult any of the gathered persons intelligence by offering that Father would be at the Exultation. This was a given. Similarly, there was little need to elaborate on what her family proffered by way of their status. This was also a given. Barring her faith. This was private. Within the sleeves of Maya's robes, the Fadrex curled tight around her left wrist, a mirror to the stigmata that had blessed her body since birth. Maya blinked slowly.   "How may I be of aid, Lady Lotheed?"    
 
 Spoiler: OOC  

Knowledge Nobility  (1d20+6)[ 20 ] 
 
Farmerbink
 
 Originally Posted by DarkOne-Rob 
 "  ...and everyone here seems pleasant enough,  " 
 

Seresey raises an eyebrow at her sister, but says nothing.

At Maya Talbot's last name, she blinks- almost imperceptibly- in surprise.  Stifling a frown of... interest?  Appreciation?  She tilts her head askance and narrows her eyes slightly, as if appraising the quiet woman.  At her lack of a response, Seresey smiles just a hair, and nods.

" Perhaps this will be.. hmmm, worthwhile after all, " she murmurs.
Paddywagon Man
 "A colorful company! I could believe I was still at one of Larston's theatre perfomances." 

A young and muscular elf sizes up his new acquaintances. His appearance is slightly uncanny - each individual feature on his face is perfectly sculpted and handsome, but the with the whole somehow forming something unnerving, even a little creepy. He can't help his eyes pausing a moment on Lilian's costume, though he seems more ill-at-ease in his current surroundings than anything.

 "I am Ostsi Liviacus... and I've not been called pleasant often. Nor am I normally one to be an errand-runner for nobility... but if you all truly stand for change, and power in the hands of all Taldans, I'll be as pleasant and as helpful a comrade as you need."
 

His outfit looks like that of a scholar's or scribe's, with colored pens and the corners of a number of illustrations poking from the top of a satchel.

 
 Spoiler: Rikkard's knowledge check 
Rikkard notes the insignia of the minor Olianus house, mostly invested in theatre and entertainment, on Ostsi's outfit - likely marking a patron or employer, the elf certainly doesn't seem to be any kind of nobility himself.
 
DrK
Rikkard had been nodding along as his new companions spoke but speaks at Ostsi’s words.  Here, here. I have seen the savage of the World wound and the awe and joy that a noble Queen can bring. I say that if Galifrey can lead in Mendev then why not the Crown Princess here.”  

Though noticeably he doesn’t seem to be endorsing any more social change than the upcoming primogeniture vote
DarkOne-Rob
With a very obvious yawn and a suggestive, stretching-yawn Lillian says, "  Politics can be so exhausting, but if it helps the Family of Calistria I'm glad to help. Everything takes so long - except what you  want  to last - when a bunch of stuffy old men get together to talk power and succession. Is that why we're here, Lady Lotheed? 'Becca, Seresey, and I can all help to influence the vote, if you like. I'll probably enjoy it, honestly...  " The Calistrian priestess smiles suggestively as she waits for a response from their hostess.
Stelio Kontos
 "Ah, Calistrians, yes, that does explain the attire"  Eathan remarked with a knowing smile.   "I suspect however that our hostess has something else in mind rather than strict reliance on that sort of, er, persuasion.  Isn't that right, Lady Lotheed?" 
DarkOne-Rob
Lillian appears to take no offense, instead smiling and winking suggestively at Eathan. Silently blowing him a kiss she mouths, " Do you like my outfit? " before smirking flirtatiously and turning away to give her attention to the noble Lady again.
Stelio Kontos
The young man's only reply was a slight roll of his eyes -- and a bit of a visible blush on his cheek that said that, well, he was at least suitably entertained.
paradox26
Martella nods agreeably at those getting to know the other members of her clique.  "I have tasks for each of you to accomplish at the gala. Some will require more work than others, but all are essential. I will allow each of you to select your own task. And several days after the gala, I will pay each of those successful a hundred and fifty gold pieces. If you all achieve your tasks, I will double that amount."  She then proceeds to lay out the tasks that are required, then sits back to allow the party to come up with their own tasks from among those listed.

 
 Spoiler: The Tasks 


Each task also is listed with the background trait most likely suited to it, but it isn't essential to pick the same as the trait you have.


Aide (Athletic Champion): In addition to spies, Martella
legitimately needs a senatorial aide as both a cover
for her other false aides and to run communications
between allied politicians. This is by far the easiest job
available, but also the most time-consuming, requiring
the PC to run messages between various politicians.
Navigating the crowded senate floor to deliver
messages quickly requires a successful DC 12 Escape
Artist or combat maneuver check. Martella first tasks this
agent with delivering a sealed letter to Count Orlundo
Zespire in the archives, who asks the PC to wait 1 round
and then deliver a follow-up message to Junior Senator
Duo in the gallery. During Martella’s first meeting with
the PCs, she asks her aide to
deliver a similar message to Lady Glorianna Morilla
in the courtyard, who asks the agent to run messages
to both Martella at her table in the gallery and Duke
Centimus in the archives. Duke Centimus is content
with the information he receives, but Martella then asks
her aide to run a file folder she “borrowed” back to the
archives as well. If this agent successfully delivers all this
paperwork, he succeeds at his mission.

Discovery (Taldan Patriot): Martella is confident
Eutropia has gathered the votes necessary for her cause,
but she hates loose ends. She tasks this agent with
uncovering the true dedication of two senators: Duke
Centimus and Countess Abrielle Pace. It is unknown
if either supports Eutropia’s bid to end primogeniture,
and while their votes will be apparent after the senate
convenes, Martella wants the PC to discover their
positions in advance, as well as the reasons each noble
holds that position.
Divining each noble’s motivations requires a
successful DC 15 Sense Motive or Perception check after
at least one member of the party has put the noble at
ease with one or more successful Influence checks.

Fraud (Disgraced Noble): Martella needs to discredit a
few prominent senators backing primogeniture—not
necessarily to sway their votes, but to undercut their
influence after the vote.
This agent must create a scandal surrounding one of
the major opponents to the repeal of primogeniture.
Doing so requires first identifying an opponent, either
with a successful DC 15 Sense Motive check or by
coordinating with another PC (such as one taking the
Discovery mission), and then by spreading rumors with
a successful DC 15 Bluff check and manufacturing or
coopting damning evidence on the fly with a successful DC
12 Linguistics check.

Politicking (Senatorial Hopeful): The orchestrations of
Eutropia, Glorianna Morilla, and Martella Lotheed have
swayed a great number of reluctant senators, and Lady
Lotheed requires a vast web of influence to maintain that.
To that end, she would like this agent to make a strong
impression on Baron Nicolaus Okerra and remind him of
certain debts he owes her. While Baron Nicolaus Okerra
isn’t a senator, his war record and general popularity
make him an influential figure—one whose reputation
helped sway a number of otherwise neutral votes.

Sabotage (Young Reformer): Some senators are too
powerful or stubborn for the PCs to influence their
votes, but that doesn’t mean they’re beyond some petty
revenge. Martella would like to exact some retribution
against her more powerful half-brothers, who have
contributed a large bottle of rare, 150-year-old red wine
from family holdings in the Opparos province, now
held in the senate’s kitchens. Martella provides a single
syringe filled with a putrefying agent to render the wine
embarrassingly undrinkable but warns her agent not to
steal the bottle and to conceal any signs of tampering;
it must be drunk at dinner and appear to be of terrible
quality or—even more scandalously—a forgery.
Recognizing the correct bottle in the crowded
kitchen requires a successful DC 11 Appraise check or
DC 15 Knowledge (nobility) check, while injecting the
putrefying agent without leaving any trace of tampering
requires a successful DC 14 Disable Device check.

Spy (Rising Star): Martella needs someone to keep tabs
on political rivals and update her if they change their
tactics, most notably High Strategos Maxillar Pythareus.
This agent must stay close to the military commander,
watching for unusual behavior or listening for snippets
of conversation, and warn her if he takes any unusual
actions, all while remaining unobtrusive.
Spying requires a total of three successful DC 14
Perception or Sense Motive checks, but to approach close
enough to attempt one of these checks while remaining
unnoticed requires the agent to first succeed a DC 15
Disguise or Stealth check (this check is not considered
part of the PC’s social action).

Theft (none): To further undermine the influence of the
recently disgraced Earl Calhadion Vernisant, Martella
would like to see some of the historical artifacts that
the earl donated to the senate vanish from the Arcade
of Triumphs before it is unveiled prior to the evening’s
vote. Martella indicates that her agent is free to keep the
item; she wishes only for its disappearance to further
embarrass Earl Vernisant and his allies. The artifacts
aren’t secured; the senate assumes anyone sophisticated
enough to attended this crowded gala would never
dream of stealing anything on public display.
Stealing any single curio from Martella’s list requires a
successful DC 17 Sleight of Hand skill check. Martella’s list
mention five items—a buckler, a dagger, a fan, a journal,
and a spyglass—but she needs only three of them to go
missing to disgrace the earl.
 
DarkOne-Rob
Lillian considers the tasks for several long moments, smiling demurely and only making quite, noncommittal sounds. "  I'll go and ruin the wine - getting into the kitchen won't be any trouble at all. After that, I can go and look into the votes of Duke Centimus...or Countess Pace. I'd prefer to speak with the Duke...  " she volunteers, suddenly dropping the act and seriously discussing the situation. "  A well-placed distraction by someone else will make the ploy to ruin the toast easy. If someone wishes to help, I will return the... favor .  " Lillian says, finishing by returning to her usual persona and innuendos.
Stelio Kontos
 "I think I know a couple people that work in the kitchen"  Eathan offered.   "This 'putrefying agent', to be clear, will simply ruin the wine?  No other ill effects on those who consume it?" 
 "Or I could try talking to Baron Okerra.  It would be helpful to know the nature of these 'debts' that he owes you ... and just how willing you may be to discharge those debts in exchange for his cooperation." 
 "I also wouldn't mind tagging along to visit Uncle Orlundo -- but all that running around is otherwise something that would suit me rather poorly." 
DrK
  Rikkard  

The young Count shakes his head slightly,  "I will not be a party to stealing my Uncle's display. But I will help talk to some of the senators. I will not lower myself to poisoning wine or oving things Martella. Thse things should be below you as well. I know you want Eutropia to succeed but it should be done honorably." 

As he looks at the list of tasks he nods, recognising some of the names on the parchments
DarkOne-Rob
Lillian giggles flirtatiously as Eathan expresses interest in joining her. "  Oh, you're going to be fun!  " she exclaims before turning to the young Count and mock-pouting. "  You're not,  " she says, pointing at him and rubbing at her right eye with a closed fist. "  The wine won't be poisoned - while the Family might be willing, Lady Lotheed doesn't want to hurt anyone! Just leave them with a bad taste in their mouth...Don't poo-poo on the game! Just let those of us who are good at it play!  "

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
All role-playing. As a player I think the Count has entirely reasonable concerns. I am just assuming that the Lady Lotheed has clearly explained what the putrefying agent will actually do - it seems there is alot assumed from the DM post, but I could be wrong.
 
n0ble
Maya read the list of assignments last, craning her neck and chin to read through the list of assignments. Her eyes were the only thing that moved as she took in the information, brown held completely placid for how it went unchanging as she read who they were assembled against. The serpent around her arm tightened as her eyes scanned the text regarding the Baron Okerra. Maya blinked slowly as the Faedrex tightened a bit more, and it was by this sign that Maya knew her assignment for the Exultation Day ball was chosen for her. This way, and not some other.

She spoke low, choosing a fleeting moment of quiet within the discourse among the others to make the choice that had been made for her known.   "If it pleases you, I would attempt to sway the Baron."   She paused and looked up from where she guessed her feet to be under the table, then took in everyone with the same even look with which she'd read the list. Then the woman's eyes lowered to gaze at the same spot as before.   "And assist the personages assembled herein in whatever manner possible."  
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Knowledge (Nobility) for information on Baron Okerra  (1d20+7)[ 13 ] 
 
Paddywagon Man
 "I can arrange for the thefts. An idle noble's wealth is stolen from every Taldan mouth! And I have a reliable contact or two, and some experience with spreading rumours and making scenes! I can make any distractions required... and slander with the best of them... though I'll admit I'm more familiar with slandering nobles in the eyes of the commoners and not their peers. Perhaps one of our more court-adept comrades could provide some insight on the sort of scandal to peddle." 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Slander is Ostsi's thing, he's got a class feature and everything, but unfortunately Linguistics is trained only and he doesn't have a rank to make the check to manufacture a scandal.

Could he do research for it similar to doing research to make an untrained knowledge check?
 
Farmerbink
Seresey frowns deeply.  She snorts a bit at Rikkard's pushback.  " And I'd say you're being more polite than any of them deserve.  I will push the Baron. "  She turns to Martella with a bit of a squint.  " How forcefully, exactly, would you like him reminded of his debts? "

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
That one seems vague, but know(nobility) and intimidate don't seem to directly apply anywhere else.
 
DarkOne-Rob
Lillian watches Maya with a momentary concerned expression, though she doesn't engage with the softspoken and apparently traumatized woman just yet...

She smiles at Ostsi's declarations, apparently undisturbed by his uncanny appearance. She giggles quietly at his grandiose statements, but again, doesn't engage directly.

Her snort of genuine amusement at her sister's selection is obviously real. "   Of course you'd choose to be scary - play to your strengths, right?   " she whispers in Seresey's ear, a twinkle in her eye. ""   Savor the sting for me!   
Farmerbink
Seresey allows herself a momentary smirk.  " One doesn't win contests on their weaknesses, dear sister, " she purrs.
paradox26
The Lady listens in to the debate, and when it is roughly settled, she says,  "I can provie each of you thirty gold pieces forth of courtier's clothing to help you fit in. Though if you can chip in forty fave more, you will be able to afford noble clothing, if that should help. I can also loan each of you appropriate costume jewellery to help you to fit in." 
Stelio Kontos
Eathan nods subtly to Rikkard as if to say 'good chap'.

 "A courtier's tailoring should be more than sufficient.  Under most circumstances I would consider it wasteful, but I suppose it is important for appearance's sake." 
DarkOne-Rob
Lillian coos happily at the offer of gold coin, even if it is intended for a purchase already. "  Some jewelry sounds lovely - will I need it to fake being a courtier inspecting the food before the big event?  " she asks Lady Lotheed with a pretty smile. "  I will certainly take good care of it, but I'd be worried about drawing  too  much attention,  " she continues. Dropping her facade she says seriously, "  It won't be too hard to sneak into the kitchen without attracting attention, especially if Eathan can set up a distraction. The more bland and forgettable the clothing, the better...  "

With a serious expression Lillian looks to Eathan and asks, "  That plan alright with you?  " before smiling sweetly again.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
I'm imagining something pretty drab and boring - not ugly enough to stand out, but certainly not in fashion or showy. It's likely that 30 GP will be plenty to accomplish that, and the jewelry - while enticing to Lillian - will be unnecessary.
 
Farmerbink
At Lady Martella's last comment, Seresey retrieves a small pouch from where it was nestled somewhere on the interior of her blouse.  For only a few heartbeats, the clink of coin can be heard before she frowns deeply.  " The baron would certainly respond more believably to one of his own stature, " she grunts, scowling.  " I am short some dozen coin to appropriately appoint myself as such. "

She looks around the room with an unexpected expression, not especially unhappy to put herself in a position of need before so many relative unknowns.  " I would be quite glad to make arrangements with any of you if you're willing to help me cover the difference.  "
Stelio Kontos
Eathan looked back at Lillian, pondering.   "Well ... in principle that's a decent plan.  My consideration of the matter led me to think that it would be quite simple for me to visit my friend in the kitchen there, and obtain his assistance in the matter.  If you believe that you're fully capable of the matter, I would be happy to perhaps have him arrange a tour of sorts, an official inspection perhaps..."
 

At Seresy's request, he pulled out a small coin pouch, dumping it on the table and taking but a glance at the small collection of silvers and coppers.   "I'm afraid I'm a bit over eight short of that at the moment.  Sorry." 
DrK
 Rikkard Vernissant 

At Seresy’s comments Rikkard nods his head and reaches into his belt pouch.  “Here you go my dear. Happy to step in and help a damsel in distress.”  with that done he’ll look to Martella

 “Do we make our own way to the Gala then to make sure we look unrelated or are we meeting before hand. I will need some time to prepare myself.”   He runs a hand through his foppish long hair and sees what the others have to say.
Farmerbink
Seresey blinks twice, perhaps surprised? and quickly scoops up the coin with a single, delicate sweep of her hand.  " Is that what I am? " she purrs, raising an eyebrow in obvious amusement.  She looks away as quickly as Rikkard, smiling as she awaits Martella's answer.
Frosty
The raven-haired beauty thinks over her options.   "I believe I can help best with putting various people at ease and help discern their intentions, such as those of Duke Centimus.  As for clothing, I believe the 30 pieces of gold is enough for the outfit I have in mind, but I do have a small reserve of funds if someone else needs to borrow some." 
n0ble
Maya blinked. Her family had never lacked for monetary capital. Her trip abroad was proof enough of this. Conventional wisdom would dictate that the hoarding of material goods was a benefit, were the individual to ignore-to be able to ignore-the true power found in the accumulation of sociopolitical power. The latter of these two sums was what the Talbots lacked, Father's presence in the senate notwithstanding. Thus: the choice was already made. Maya did not question the benefit in offering money to see who would take it, not would she meditate later on the virtue of charity. Both were a given.

The plain looking woman scratched at the wrist opposite her familiar-opposite the Faedrex-and was reminded to not fidget for how the serpent placed its fangs on her wrist. It did not bite, but stayed still. A coiled reminder.   "Gratitude, Lady Lotheed. If it please the room, I would forgo the line of credit that has been offered to me so that it may be better utilized by another. The current attire afforded to me will suffice."   The priestess scrunched the toes of her right foot up, then released them back into the full length of her slipper. A momentary, near imperceptible twitch lodged itself in her eye as a flaw, burgeoning appearing then fading in time with how the Faedrex broke the minimum amount of skin on her wrist to cause pain.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Somebody else can claim the gp offered to Maya by Martella.
 
DarkOne-Rob
 
 Originally Posted by Stelio Kontos 
   "Well ... in principle that's a decent plan.  My consideration of the matter led me to think that it would be quite simple for me to visit my friend in the kitchen there, and obtain his assistance in the matter.  If you believe that you're fully capable of the matter, I would be happy to perhaps have him arrange a tour of sorts, an official inspection perhaps..."  
 

"  Oh, that sounds fun, but let's not call it something stuffy like an inspection - then we can't flirt and make them all uncomfortable! That's one of the best ways to be sure no one is looking. I know just what to wear - you get something a little nice, and we can go into the kitchen, kissing and feeling each other up, and then when no one is looking we ruin the wine. Easy peasy!  " responds Lillian to Eathan, her tone and expression a mixture of outrageous flirtation and serious planning that is likely to leave every except her sister unsure which is real.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
100% serious about that plan, or something like it. Eathan's input is certainly welcome too - I like most of your counter offer, @ Stelio Kontos .
 
paradox26
The noblewoman nods slightly in approval of the plans being made, then adds in,  "I should clarify. These are all tasks that need doing. But if it requires that you work together on certain tasks, then that is okay, and I will assign other agents to perform the tasks that you cannot accomplish. As for the gold, for those that don't require it, you can assign your share to others. Or if absolutely necessary, you can make an advance drawdown of your reward to pay what you require, though I am sure you won't want to do that." 
Stelio Kontos
 
 Originally Posted by DarkOne-Rob 
 "  Oh, that sounds fun, but let's not call it something stuffy like an inspection - then we can't flirt and make them all uncomfortable! That's one of the best ways to be sure no one is looking. I know just what to wear - you get something a little nice, and we can go into the kitchen, kissing and feeling each other up, and then when no one is looking we ruin the wine. Easy peasy!  " 
 

 "I, well, perhaps we can introduce an aspect of that, if it would make you more comfortable..."  Eathan mused, his cheeks visibly reddening.   "But, I think too much might draw more attention than would be warranted.  So, it might be best if we were to keep that to a, well I won't say a minimum, but just enough to allow the viewer's  imaginations  to distract them rather than just sort of, er, putting it out there so to speak?"
 

Eathan paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.   "Also, I don't know how familiar you are with the practice of arcane magic, but it does require precise movements and rather intense concentration at times, so please, if you see me preparing to do that, I would ask that you keep your hands to yourself in those moments." 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Eathan is willing to at least *try* to play along, to a point, though obviously it's not exactly his specialty.
 
Paddywagon Man
Ostsi rolls his eyes a little.  "Please, does the wine really need to be a two-person job? If Eathan here's been invited I'm sure he's capable of more than just eye candy and... finger food. Any local dullard noble could play that part, one of our patron here's servants could play it, they'd probably pay for the opportunity. You could do casting calls. Not an actor, extra or errand boy at Olianus' theatre would fail to show.

Let the poor mage off-leash!" 
DarkOne-Rob
Lillian throws her head back in a full throated laugh, the sound ringing throughout the room cheerfully. "  This will be so  good ! With so many dour and serious faces, you all need me to help liven you up!  " she says as she looks around at the others.

Suddenly breaking character and speaking in her more natural voice, Lillian looks at Eathan with a patient expression. "  I could have been a wizard in a different life - I understand many of the arcane writings and studies, they just never interested me. If you need to cast a spell, I won't ruin it...

But really, the best magic spell is the one you never have to cast. We can hide in plain sight, you can enjoy some free time with me, and we get the job done. If that's too much excitement for you, I'll play nice. Deal?  " She finishes, winking at Ostsi as she smirks back in response to his criticism.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
More role-play. If the plan needs adjusting, let's adjust it. If the PCs are uncomfortable, I think we have fun RPing it until the DM is ready to move things forward.
 
Farmerbink
Seresey snorts quietly- little more than a breath through the nose.   " A  very  different life, "  she murmurs wryly.
Stelio Kontos
 "Oh, it's quite all right, Mr Liviacus"  Eathen replied with a disarming smile.   "Miss Wilde is correct that a distraction of some sort would be useful to provide for additional time to access the correct wine.  In fact it should make the process quite a bit easier on the whole.  You can rest assured that we shall be on our very best behavior when the occasion demands it." 
n0ble
Maya continued to stare at the table before he with a numb affect, letting the discourse flow around her. She rose slowly, bracing both sleeved wrists atop the table. Her head turned like a lazy weathervane before settling on Seresey. A tight smile of acknowledgement rose up to greet the woman Maya was to address. It pinched Maya's face, then relaxed as her eyes settled back down onto the floor.   "Lady Seresey."   She would not insult the woman's intelligence by restating their mutually assignment together.   "I follow your lead regarding the Baron. If it please you, I am able to draft a letter of credit entailing my portion go towards what you require for the ball. Further: should anyone require present my father has allotted my personage a small allowance that you may make use of, though said funds are nominally slower to transfer than those provided by our current hostess. Thus: it follows that corresponding delivery of a product utilizing said coinage-the latter in this case-will be slower for provisioning you."   
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Anyone wants to benefit from the Aspiring Senators trait they can request a single consumable magic item (potion or scroll) or piece of equipment. Delivery is 1d4 days so probably too late for the Gala but still good to get it requested early right?
 
DrK
 Rikkard 

Rikkard coughs slightly and reddens slightly at the lady's comments and looks slightly awkward. Offering a low bow to their mistress he queries,  "What time do you wish us to arrive and have you contrived invites for us? If not for myself and possibly a single companion I could speak with my Uncle and see if he can arrange a ticket or two?"  He looks about the others,  "If not, then I have some errands to be about."  He suggests, still looking slightly uncomfortable with some of the other  players  around the table.
paradox26
The Lady offers everyone a broad smile at the plans being made, and how well everyone was working together.  "I have tickets for each of you, under your preferred names. I am sure there will be future tasks I will have for you, so using your normal names is probably best and least complicated. ANd the gala starts in an hour, though you can be unfashionably early if you choose to be. Otherwise you can wait here and make further plans as you wish,"  she adds.
Stelio Kontos
 "Unfashionably early seems a fine idea.  Some of these tasks could be quite time consuming; best to begin early.  Miss Wilde, I will find, er, some place to procure suitable clothing and meet you at ... there's a small inn about two blocks away from there, the..."   Eathan slipped into thought for a brief moment, then snapped his fingers.   "The Blue Lizard, I believe it's called? Yes, that's it.  Why don't you prepare and I shall meet you there outside the front entrance as soon as possible."   It was fairly clear that for Eathan, whatever information was bouncing around in his head did not involve knowing in the  slightest  where one would acquire suitable fancy clothing for the event.
DrK
 Rikkard 

Rikkard’s eyes opened wide as he glanced at the woman.  ”Martella, my dear, an hour. How will the ladies have time to ready themselves and fix their hair?”  He rose after taking his invitation and offered a curt bow to them all.  “I will return to my family townhouse and make my self ready and presently meet you at the Blue Lizard…”  the words rolled clumsily off his tongue as he had clearly never heard of it.
Paddywagon Man
 "I have no particular preparations to make. I'll be early, let any attention or novelty my arrival might bring fade as the rest of the guests appear. Easier for the job I have in mind." 
DarkOne-Rob
 
 Originally Posted by Stelio Kontos 
  "Unfashionably early seems a fine idea.  Some of these tasks could be quite time consuming; best to begin early.  Miss Wilde, I will find, er, some place to procure suitable clothing and meet you at ... there's a small inn about two blocks away from there, the..."   Eathan slipped into thought for a brief moment, then snapped his fingers.   "The Blue Lizard, I believe it's called? Yes, that's it.  Why don't you prepare and I shall meet you there outside the front entrance as soon as possible."   It was fairly clear that for Eathan, whatever information was bouncing around in his head did not involve knowing in the  slightest  where one would acquire suitable fancy clothing for the event. 
 

With a giggle Lillian elbows her sister and twitters, "  Isn't that hilarious -  Miss Wilde ! He's definitely going to be fun.  " Then the flirt winks at Eathan and asks, "  Maybe you'd enjoy some company? Besides, our outfits simply must match! Seresey will be fine without me. Let's go together!  "

Then, without waiting for agreement, the courtesan stands up and struts over to the young man, firmly taking his arm and confidently leading him out the door.
Farmerbink
Seresey pouts, almost unnoticeably.  " Of course I will, " she murmurs, watching as her sister makes off with another would-be prize.

Turning to Rikkard once more, she inclines her head.  " I do appreciate your help.  I'll go now to better prepare for the baron. "  She rises, turning to Lady Martella.  " Shall I take the costume jewelry with me now? "

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Either way, Seresey will spend her 34g plus Rikkard's 11 to buy noble's clothes, and dress in them before meeting the others at that gala.  Onward!
 
n0ble
Maya bowed stiffly to Martella, bending at a near perpendicular before snapping upright into the same rigid posture she'd held while standing. She left with the greatest number of the others to leave, following after them at a mincing pace before taking the first chance to depart on her own way home. Solitary but for the snake curled 'round her wrist. There was much to put in order with herself before the ball's opening arguments.
paradox26
Lady Martella seems pleased with the preparations, and when asked by Seresey, she says,  "Of course you may take the costume jewellery now. You will need it to make the right impression when you arrive." 

She pauses for a moment, then adds to everyone,  "You may be fashionably late or unfashionably early, each according to their tasks and plans. But let me know if there is going to be any great difficulty in doing your tasks. Until then, you may leave and finalise preparations." 




The party leaves according to the whim of the agents, and make final arrangements as needed.
Stelio Kontos
 "Well, best of luck everyone"  Eathan said with a smile, rising and departing.  He was nothing if not efficient, quickly making his way to the tailor.  While one of the attendants was gathering a few options, he pulled out his spellbook and traced his hand over one of the pages, nodding in satisfaction.  He hadn't really gotten a proper answer as to whether this 'putrefying agent' was actually poisonous, and, while he suspected that wasn't really Lady Martella's style, there was no reason to make an assumption when direct examination would do so much more effectively.

He had to admit the new clothing, a light gray shirt and overcoat with matching pants and a charcoal-gray necktie for a splash of contrast, did look quite impressive, even if it was a bit understated compared to the more extravagant options he had been offered.  The stitching even made him look a slight bit taller, he thought.  It wasn't really his style to dress up like this, but he was after all about to hob-nob with various sorts that actually put far too much stock in what someone looked like, and not nearly enough as to what they did.

 "Thank you, good sir"  he said genuinely.   "This really is fine work.  Should I require similar in the future, you can rest assured that I will most definitely return."   Paying with the coin Martella had provided, he proceeded toward the Blue Lizard.  He rather suspected that Miss Wilde would *not* be difficult to spot.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
While I have a free moment, I'm going to use an arcane reservoir point to swap out Light from my spell list for today for Detect Poison -- which I will be casting at the first available opportunity.
 
DarkOne-Rob
When Eathan exits the tailor-shop Lillian is there, easily slipping her arm into his and walking with poise and confidence beside him towards the Blue Lizard. "  You look nice - understated, but fashionable,  " she says, with none of her overly-flirtatious attitude from earlier. Lillian keeps pace with him easily, stepping in her high heels with the sort of balance that comes from many, many years of practice. She turns several heads as the pair walk, her own outfit the perfect example of "the little black dress" - cut low enough and hemmed high enough to inspire the imagination without showing off anything it shouldn't. Accentuated with a simple choker and small leather purse, it appears Lillian went for a bold but simple look.

"   When it's time to do the deed, it will be important to lean into our strengths. If you cast a spell to distract anyone watching, I can slip the agent into the wine, but if there isn't a good chance we will need to make one. Outside of particular circumstances, I've found that people are too embarrassed to watch a couple too closely if they start being romantic. I'll do my best to be gentle, but if I tell you to kiss me, do it like you mean it. I promise to help your inspiration in the moment and I don't mind,   " the temple-prostitute suggests, giving Eathan two ways for them to accomplish their task and leaving the opportunity up to him to choose how he wants to initiate the deed. Anyone looking at the couple passing would see a lovely young woman whispering in her date's ear with a twinkle in her eye, but her tone of voice is very business-like and matter-of-fact with her partner. It's clear to Eathan that she doesn't have a preference, as long as the job gets done.

Lillian doesn't seem to expect an answer, smirking to herself, strutting with Eathan towards their destination, and humming tunelessly to herself. She's comfortable in her element and doing her best -  now  - to make her partner comfortable too.
Farmerbink
Seresey retrieves the costume jewelry, admiring its appearance in a mirror briefly before taking her leave.  She wastes no time hurrying to a friend at the church with a knack for tailoring.  " I know you've made most of the priestess' garb, " she states, as she walks through the door- she has no time for cat-and-mouse over who's got what skills right now.

" And I need you to help me.  I'll pay you well for the work, but I need a dress what will fit in bantering with a baron. "  It's a few hours work for the woman and her daughter to bring in all the right hems and trim the excess to be appropriately fit for Seresey's frame without leaving extra fabric that certainly wouldn't do among those with a keen enough eye for to-dos.  All said and done, she has some time yet before the gathering, and spends it meditating quietly with her ritual mask before leaving with time to arrive on time at the Blue Lizard at a comfortable walking pace.
paradox26
Eathan's cantrip is able to reveal that the liquid is not poisonous, it is just designed to make the wine taste terrible, which will be scandalous enough on its own.

The time comes quickly, the hour passing with just sufficient time for everyone to make their arrangements. You can hear the music starting to play as the party kicks into gear. Unusually, everyone seems to be on time, as if being fashionably late isn't really a thing in this city's high society. Guards stand around at rigid attention, but only a maitre de is checking invitations, and he is quite welcoming to anyone who has one. You manage to get inside of the party without any real trouble, and find yourselves in a large room covered in paintings, and with tables all over the place. A head table stands along the far wall, and an open area is being used by some of the younger couples as a dancefloor right now.
DrK
 Rikkard 

Rikkard had raced back to his townhouse to get into a more militaristic themed courtier's outfit were his campaign medals form the Worldwound were conspicious and the hilt of his sword at his waist gleamed in the candle light. Arriving at the massive senate hall he strode purposefully up the long stairs that led to the doors imperiously handing his invite to one of the flunkeys without even looking in their direction. As he entered he scanned the courtyard pausing only to grab a glass of beer from a passing tray before looking about for any of the others that Martella had sent here this evening.

He kept his face severe with a scowl to dissuade any of the eligible young ladies from dragging him onto the ballroom floor, there would be time for that later!

 looking for any members of the party 
DarkOne-Rob
      
    Lillian Wilde   
Female Chaotic Neutral Half-Orc Cleric,  Level  1,  Init  6,  HP  9/9,  Speed  30 ft, unarmored
 AC  12,  Touch  12,  Flat-footed  10,  CMD  12,  Fort  5,  Ref  4,  Will  7,  CMB  0,  Base Attack Bonus  0
 Armor  (+2 Dex)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 16, Cha 13
 Condition  None (disguised-ish with the outfit previously described) 
 
  
"   There's one of ours, a bit ahead of us,   " murmurs Lillian into Eathan's ear as they approach the gala, several yards behind Rikkard. "   Let's give him space to do his thing. We should first finish our mission and then have some fun.   "

Strutting up beside her handsome "date," the Calistrian flashes a teethy smile at the young fop checking invitations before leaning down to distract him momentarily with her décolletage to keep him from paying closer attention to their faces. Once inside she scans the room, her eyes flicking about with the benefit of experience reading social gatherings. After spotting likely entrance to the kitchens she plots a route around the dance floor and begins to gently - but firmly - steer Eathan in that direction. "  Come on - this way. Once we're done you can take me out onto the dance floor!  "

 
 Spoiler: Mechanics 
I'm not sure if any dice rolls will be helpful with the ticket-taker. Hopefully such an effort is both easy and assumed-success for a literal temple prostitute. Lillian will have performed actions like that so often that it would be second nature for her by now.

 Skills 
Diplomacy (for "gather information) is a+5.
Disguise is +5 (mostly to look the part of Eathan's date - Lillian is not concerned with being recognized as an escort, nor is she really trying to appear to be someone other than herself).
Knowledge (Local) is a +9, while (Nobility) is +4 (untrained) (for reading the room).
Perception is +9 (to find the kitchens).

I'm assuming a moment or two of effort will accomplish the above and enable us to move things along...the modifiers are if needed. Lillian would be taking 10 or 20, as needed, if allowed and not "threatened" (socially).
 
Stelio Kontos
Eathan nodded.   "Yes, I see Count Vernisant as well.  I agree, let's leave him to it, for the moment." 
 "May you never have any idea just how much of a waste I consider these things"  he remarked idly, with a wry smile at his date for the evening.   "But perhaps a quick dance would be in order; the easiest way to figure out entry to the kitchen will be to watch the waitstaff's comings and goings -- and I wouldn't mind seeing if I don't know any of them from somewhere.  I do also need to find a quiet spot for a moment to prepare some magical armor; I quite doubt it will be needed but better safe than sorry, as they say." 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
As with Lillian, not sure what appropriate skill checks would be.  So I'll randomly roll a few here

Diplomacy  (1d20+8)[ 16 ]  (+2 when dealing with commoners/lesser nobles)
Knowledge (local)  (1d20+9)[ 10 ] 
Knowledge (nobility)  (1d20+10)[ 14 ] 
Perception  (1d20+1)[ 15 ] 
 
DarkOne-Rob
      
    Lillian Wilde   
Female Chaotic Neutral Half-Orc Cleric,  Level  1,  Init  6,  HP  9/9,  Speed  30 ft, unarmored
 AC  12,  Touch  12,  Flat-footed  10,  CMD  12,  Fort  5,  Ref  4,  Will  7,  CMB  0,  Base Attack Bonus  0
 Armor  (+2 Dex)
 Abilities  Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 16, Cha 13
 Condition  None (disguised-ish with the outfit previously described) 
 
  

 
 Originally Posted by Stelio Kontos 
  "I do also need to find a  quiet spot  for a moment to prepare some magical armor..."  
 

Lillian giggles quietly, the sound like jingling bells. "  Is that the  only  thing you wish to do in a quiet spot? If so, I've not been trying  hard  enough,   " she teases mercilessly as she deliberately stops so that Eathan bumps into her from behind. Then she winks at him and continues forward, pulling his hand firmly as she continues to laugh knowingly.
n0ble
Maya arrived to the ball wearing a new, freshly pressed set of robes taken from her meager room at the Talbot estate. More or less the same in as the previous set but dusted with a fine layer of crystal that made the whole affair sparkle just a touch more through the same dun as the her prior set for how it caught the light in certain angles. The occasion and the meeting it entailed demanded leisure for appearances sake, and so in contrast to before Maya walked with her arms limp at her sides as she came through the entrance to the inn. Her new robes had their sleeves hemmed short to the wrists and stitched with a small amount of gold thread, revealing the strange bit of chain-link scar tissue that spiralled upright around Maya's wrist.

Similarly, the long waterfall of grey robe she'd previously worn had been drawn in to something approaching a tight fitting-if angular-dress that better accentuated the more feminine physical features Maya had access to. She had been unable to negotiate a cowl from her familiar and so had styled her hair into a tight, professional bun. Not a single strand of hair was out of place. The serpent was here with her now, coiled around the upper part of her left arm, hidden under the sleeve.

After presenting her invitation, she partook of a glass of water from a wandering tray and waited for Lady Seresy so that they might best discuss how to approach the Baron.
Farmerbink
Seresey arrives a few minutes after her twin and her twin's consort for the evening.  She nods politely as she produces her invitation from a small clutch.  " of course, " she chimes in response to his muttered "enjoy yourself."  She strides in, swaying attractively (perhaps to the surprise of those she met earlier in the day).  Every part the image of poise and grace as her sister, she sashays through the gathering until she spies Maya's tight-knit bun.

" Good  evening , gorgeous! " she chimes as she emphatically takes the other woman's arm in her own.  Eyes twinkling playfully, she lowers her voice, "  When in Taldor, do as they do?  "  With an easy smile that doesn't  quite  reach her eyes, she turns from her apparent friend to survey the growing crowd.  " Any sign of tonight's guest of honor? " she purrs, daring onlookers to guess at her meaning.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Looking for the good baron, I suspect a few possible skills may apply.
 (1d20+9)[ 23 ]  know (nobility)
 (1d20+2)[ 9 ]  perception
 
Farmerbink
Seresey arrives a few minutes after her twin and her twin's consort for the evening.  She nods politely as she produces her invitation from a small clutch.  " of course, " she chimes in response to his muttered "enjoy yourself."  She strides in, swaying attractively (perhaps to the surprise of those she met earlier in the day).  Every part the image of poise and grace as her sister, she sashays through the gathering until she spies Maya's tight-knit bun.

" Good  evening , gorgeous! " she chimes as she emphatically takes the other woman's arm in her own.  Eyes twinkling playfully, she lowers her voice, "  When in Taldor, do as they do?  "  With an easy smile that doesn't  quite  reach her eyes, she turns from her apparent friend to survey the growing crowd.  " Any sign of tonight's guest of honor? " she purrs, daring onlookers to guess at her meaning.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Looking for the good baron, I suspect a few possible skills may apply.
 (1d20+9)[ 14 ]  know (nobility)
 (1d20+2)[ 20 ]  perception
 
Stelio Kontos
 
 Originally Posted by DarkOne-Rob 
 Lillian giggles quietly, the sound like jingling bells. "  Is that the  only  thing you wish to do in a quiet spot? If so, I've not been trying  hard  enough,   " she teases mercilessly as she deliberately stops so that Eathan bumps into her from behind. Then she winks at him and continues forward, pulling his hand firmly as she continues to laugh knowingly. 
 

Eathan paused for a moment, peering over the rim of his glasses up at his companion.

 "Miss Wilde, I assure you that I can think of  many  things to do in a quiet spot, though paradoxically, I believe that your preferred suggestion would negate the quietude.  For now, if we could, let us focus on the task before us?" 
DrK
 Rikkard 

Not seeing any of the others as they seem to be avoiding him (😉) Rikkard will set off into the throng mingling and exchanging pleseantries with people as he looks for Lady Arabella Pace...

 
Know (nobility)  (1d20+10)[ 17 ]  or Perception  (1d20+7)[ 17 ] 
 
DarkOne-Rob
 
 Originally Posted by Stelio Kontos 
  "Miss Wilde, I assure you that I can think of  many  things to do in a quiet spot, though paradoxically, I believe that your preferred suggestion would negate the quietude.  For now, if we could, let us focus on the task before us?"  
 

Lillian pouts, her lips very enticing, before smiling wickedly. "  Don't reject me too often or you will miss your chance!  " she says in a sing-song, playful voice as she continues to guide Eathan towards the kitchen doors.