Apologies in advance for the long post - I missed the first one so this'll have stuff for both in it.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Once again, Aethon found himself wondering what exactly he was doing in Droaam.  Centaurs, though rare, were not unheard of in this area, but it was his position as a cleric of Balinor that made him stand out.  Although he and his chosen patron were tolerated, much more so than the other members of the Sovereign Host, his reception was still cool at best among the local populace.  What exactly he was supposed to be doing there was also a mystery, and as such he generally found himself wandering from place to place.  Tonight, he had decided to stop in town, to try to learn a bit more about the local area.<br/><br/>{ Perception: 18 + 3 = 21 -> Pass }<br/><br/>Whatever he had been expecting from the entertainment however, it certainly wasn't what he saw.  Although he wasn't extremely surprised by the careful theft of the necklace, what came next was different. He had always seen vore as something only employed in combat, and even then usually sparingly, but ever since arriving in Droaam it had begun to crop up more and more, and in increasingly different situations.  To use it as a part of a stage performance was something Aethon would never had considered until recently, and even then he was surprised.<br/><br/>{ Knowledge (History): 8 + 2 = 10 -> Pass }<br/><br/>Still thinking about the events of the show, Aethon almost doesn't notice when another harpy requests his presence.  "Hm? Oh, of course. I'll be there in a moment."  He had no idea what they wanted with him, but it might shed some light on what his purpose in the area could be.<br/><br/>{ Perception: 19 + 3 -> Fail  So close... }<br/>{ Knowledge (Nature): 14 + 6 = 20 -> Pass }<br/><br/>Straightening up, he carefully maneuvered himself through the now-active crowd, making his way to the room that the messenger had indicated.  Stepping inside behind the group of people that had apparently also been gathered along with himself, he is somewhat taken aback by the bimbun in the center of room.  Although accustomed to dealing with their kind from his time in the Reaches, they usually weren't...prepared like this.  He listens patiently to Zorakatra's offer, but the requirements for the journey catch his attention as well.  "That far to travel in only three days, and through Brelish territory to boot?  We've our work cut out for us.  However, that's not our biggest problem.  I could perhaps talk us through a run-in with other faithful of the Sovereign Host, but the Silver Flame are going to be an issue with this kind of group.  Teleportation, though, has an entirely different set of problems, and at least those out on the road can be anticipated to a degree."<br/><br/>The sudden arrival of the chorister-novice with what seems like a small herd of goats put an end to his train of thought, mostly be reminding him of how hungry he is.  Although he doesn't typically indulge his more animalistic side with others around, they seem to have no compunctions about doing so as they quickly reduce the goats in number.  Taking her up on her offer, he steps over to one of the goats, simply picks it up, and swallows it down rather unceremoniously.  Although it bulges out his human half initially, the struggling lump quickly continues down his body and all but disappears into his lower half.  "Would you mind if I took another?  Not for myself, you see, but I've a...companion back outside.  He can't come inside as such, and he would be rather angry at me if I didn't get him something to eat."<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>On the subject of die-rolling, something that I've used before here to handle the various rolls is<a class="postlink" href="http://dice.evildm.net/">EvilDM</a>.  It's fairly straightforward to use (just enter in the desired number of dice and relevant modifier, as well as a description of what that die is for) and has made dealing with how to actually roll the checks for a play-by-post game relatively simple in the past.  It will require an email address for wherever Ambrose-euanthe wishes the rolls to be sent, but I personally haven't had any problems with it before.  Just my two cents.