<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2560826#msg2560826">Quote from: Ixy on 18-12-2009, 02:58:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>All mirth has long since died in her eyes when the Ambassador enters.  She gauges the safety of skirting out a window, along the rim, and into another.  She reads the floor for weak boards, the ceiling for low beams.  Anything to get an edge--  <i>ANYTHING?</i>-- <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>There aren't any obvious features of the room to get an advantage, aside from the slats in the floor where pretty much an entire dojo retracts and pops up.  However, make your choice of a spot or search check to find more fun in the room.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2559741#msg2559741">Quote from: Tagan on 17-12-2009, 21:20:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kasumi snaps out impatiently.  "Yes.  Give us the boy, and we will leave now.  He will fetch a great randsom from his father.  The Emerald Flame need not be your foe."<br/><br/>She's thinking. <em>Careful, Sam!  He's confident coming himself.  We flee out the window if we can get the boy.</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Ambassador stepped calmly into the center of the room, palms extended outwards in a gesture of peace.  If the situation had been an opera, the chorus would be going crazy singing his dark theme.  In fact, a faint tinge of a dark villain's theme could almost be heard, perhaps hummed by Garrett.  "I thought you might say that."  The Ambassador said, as another stairway up slid open.  A smartly black suited violet haired inspired stepped down, holding a leash.  As he stepped into the room, it became apparent that there was a beautiful young woman on the leash, her full breasts bouncing a bit as she crawled down the stairs on all fours, tongue hanging out of her mouth while the twin trails of black hair from the sides of her head swayed back and forth.<br/><br/>"Although you can't seem to pronounce the name of your own organization correctly, the Order of the Emerald Claw really does have a fascinating similarity in beleif structure to ourselves.  Specifically, they are entirely opposite to our own spiritual ideals, yet in the demands they make of the worshipper, they're shockingly similar."  The Ambassador monologued, lazily levitating the wine that the immaculate monk he fought had tried to share with Kasumi.  "It really is a good vintage.  Terribly bad karma to waste it."  The Inspired commented, while his compatriot walked towards the center of the room with the leashed woman.  Meanwhile, Marc stayed at the top of the stairs, eying the proceedings warily.<br/><br/>"This woman is Adrianna Ir'Wynarn, second cousin twice removed of Aurala, and 14th in line to the crown of Aundair.  She'll command a far heftier sum for ransom than a petty judge's son ever could, as well as having the ransom come from Aundiar."  The Ambassador said, taking a measured gulp from his wine glass.  "As for her current state, she's currently participating in a form of ritual meditation designed to help her understand the cycle of reincarnation and recover past life memories.  For the next three weeks, she'll have the mind of a dog, and it'll be a simple matter to disguise her as such magically."  The Ambassador to Karrnath said, giving Adrianna a breif stroke between the ears before turning back to the conversation at hand.  "So, it's a simple deal.  I give you Adrianna, and you promise to get out of here without killing anybody else.  You'll get your ransom, and I'm sure Garrett can make us look QUITE foolish, but without having to suggest that we were doing anything illegal."  The Ambassador noted, smiling broadly as the Inspired holding the leash offered it to the intruders.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2560399#msg2560399">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 18-12-2009, 00:53:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>But then, the Rierdan ambassador arrived and I couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.<br/><br/> "Mister Ambassador," I said, flinging my costume off magnificently and revealing myself to be me.  I then retrieved my spellbook from my pouch, and opened it up to my last empty page.   "Camp'ell Garrett frem' de' Korrenberg Press.  S'it true dat yer' holdin' Karrnathi's 'gainst deir' will?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>[Sometime before or during the preceding monologue]  The Ambassador smiled at the sight of Garrett.  "Ah yes, I recognize you, you're the one who writes such humorous articles about the incompetence of the Karrnathi military!"  The Inspired said, eyes brightening as he almost surged forward to shake Garrett's hand.  "As for your question, everyone in this building is here of their own free will.  Even that dog girl over there.  All of them will tell you this, even those you dispel the magical effects of in a zone of truth.  ...Which I have taken the liberty of activating in the area."  The Ambassador said, gesturing to call attention to a 30 foot radius green circle in the center of the room.  Everything the Ambassador had said, he said within the circle.  "Now, I do wish you luck in not being killed by Karrnathi patriots after revealing your identity."  The Ambassador intoned darkly, giving Garrett a little wink.  "Do you have any more questions?  I really do hope that you can include me in an article!"  The Ambassador said enthusiastically, levitating a glass of wine over to Garrett.