[Roll summary<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/107525">Diplomacy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+19</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/107569">Sense motive</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20-1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span>1d20(5)-1[-1 wisdome]=4=Fail<br/>{<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/107527">History</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span>1d20(11)+4[+2 bardic knowledge, +2 intel]=15=PASS]<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Xarces would merely chuckle to Alizome's comment as to him becoming a salesman, he taking note of the smile that yet remained on her lips as he would respond rather quickly "Now that you mention it, I do have a rather fine selection of snake oils....." he teasing her as his face would soon display a silly grin.<br/><br/>Having no fear of the teleportation himself and feeling content in his efforts to assure the others he traveled with felt the same Xarces would merely relax as the flash of magical energy engulfed the room. Though the series of sensations that followed where more then a little jarring. The first thing he would notice would be a mild tingle seeming to settle in upon his entire being, though this was the least of his worries as moments later he would feel that his torso was being ripped open, a creature clawing it's way through his entrails as his toned figure is stretched and contorted, a series of screams ringing out in his mind.<br/><br/>When his senses once again return to him he would note the splattered remains adorning the chamber, would note the change of location, but most of all he would note that his own stomach was bloated beyond belief, a figure struggling within his own gut. "What the devil?" he declares clenching at his abdomen as the pain was unbearable. Xarces had never eaten anyone before in his life, he had barely even come to know that such a thing was possible, let alone that he himself would be capable of such a feat. Yet here he was, full stomach and all among his new allies. "This simply will not do..." he says in a rather irritated voice as already he had begun to attempt to force the unwelcome guest from his virgin interior.<br/><br/>As if things couldn't get any worse for him, as not only was he in pain, not only did he feel completely violated that this being, whomever they may be, had forced themselves into his own body without permission, but what's more the woman who had been on the teleportation pad along with them would begin openly threatening him, going so far as to draw a weapon even. Xarces having more on his mind at the time then to worry about her blade he would simply force the man from his body, depositing him on the ground before her, wiping his face as he looks over his toned torso, to ensure that no permanent harm had been done.<br/><br/>"Oh please, don't flatter yourself ma'am, I'm not the type to go around swallowing people no more then any average human is, even if I where your fiancé isn't that appetizing that I would simply wolf em down among the company of so many. Clearly it was a side effect from the teleportation, or at worst your fiancé has some suicidal tendencies and chose me out of everyone to enact his fantasies upon, or perhaps even he took my offer for a comforting hand to hold a bit too far...choosing my stomach as a safe haven from the uncertainty of teleportation" Xarces chuckling at this last thought. "I do apologize however, but I must admit that if anyone is the victim in this incident it is certainly I. For how would you feel if you where simply going about your business, to suddenly have someone force themselves inside you, to feel them writhing around in an area of your body where only food has ever had the privileged to tread....why ma'am I dare say that your fiance has molested me....and surely ought to be given some manner of compensation!"<br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/107525">Diplomacy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+19</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span><br/><br/><br/>Xarces turning his eyes to the adept "your damn right I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it because I didn't do anything."<br/><br/><br/>Brushing himself off Xarces would look around the room at the expressions of his allies. He shaking his head in disappointment as he recalls Alziome and Linda's reactions "So quick to cast the blame are we? " His gaze falling to Linda in particular "You did a well enough job in speaking your case to the woman I will agree with that, but to instigate fear and panic in a moment of post teleportation confusion, mere seconds later does not help your cause, would it not have been a better response to assume it was a mistake in order for your previous statements to yet have merit?.......Alas it is oft far easier to simply condemn those we do not understand rather then to devote any amount of time to truly understanding them....." He looking from Linda to the scornful woman who had him at blade point. "Let that be the lesson you take away from here."<br/><br/>Xarces sighs turning to walk over to Bellicious looking to the naga with great respect "Thank you my friend for your understanding in this matter." A genuine smile crossing his.<br/><br/>His eyes would then turn to the Alraune, to Prinne he pausing a moment as he fights with himself, with his emotions, His lip quivering, as his arms would fidget, he wanting so badly to embrace her, as painful memories of the past begin to surface, yet he maintains his composure,  would settle to simply say "Thank you Prinne, your support means more to me then you know." A warm hearted smile gracing his handsome face.<br/><br/>Xarces was used to being forsaken and blamed for nothing at all, for simply being born into this world different. Growing up in the human lands had not been easy for him, many a time the very same masses that loved and adored him, would shun, exile, and forsake him at the slightest inkling that he was anything but human. Of course this was not always the case, and he went to great lengths to ensure such an event would never happen again. Still he could not deny the pain it caused him, and despite such an upbringing, he had resisted becoming embittered, he did not resent or look down on society as a whole. Instead he strove even harder to bring joy and pleasure to those around him whenever he was able.<br/><br/><br/>The traumatizing experience past, his feelings back in check, he could see how his allies may have come to the conclusions that they had.  Xarces would then return to address the Adept "Look.....I'm sorry.....for what happened to your friends....." he saying remorsefully as he looks around the room, able to think clearly now that the moment had past, able to see what might have truly happened.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/107527">History</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span>