The Flame and The Veil (Amethyst Dreams & Arcadia)
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				Title: <strong>The Flame and The Veil (Amethyst Dreams &amp; Arcadia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 10:55:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">THE FLAME &amp; THE VEIL</span></span></div><br><em><strong>The world feels cool about you, as of sitting in a gentle breeze beneath the shadow of a tree whilst lying upon a bed of silk.&nbsp; This is not the sight that greets you when your eyes finally drift open.&nbsp; As conscious returns, you realise that the world is motion, where above, a sheet of stretched canvas, as if you were lying in the back seat of a convertible and looking at the roof.&nbsp; But no convertible has ever been as big as this.&nbsp; You sit up.&nbsp; Where is this?&nbsp; The floor is wood, creaking with every motion, the walls and ceiling canvas stretched over wooden hoops to create the short tunnel that is the inside of a caravan.<br><br>Comprehension does not immediately come to you.&nbsp; Your thoughts are like shattered glass, and every attempt to try and put things together cuts, bringing a short but intense migraine with each attempt to piece the whole.&nbsp; It is coming back though... a burst of green light.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Fire.&nbsp; You were burning, dying as you attempted to smother it with scorched hands.&nbsp; Where you in a blast?&nbsp; A distinct sensation of being taken off you feet lies at the back of your mind.&nbsp; Such devastating memories does not collate with the peaceful, almost lazy, scene before your eyes.</strong></em><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/088/a/b/Archcity_of_Zilveren_by_Tsabo6.jpg)</div><em><strong>The breeze that washes over you is coming from the taut curtain at your back.&nbsp; You realise now that there is the grunt of horses.&nbsp; As a matter of curiosity you part the curtain slightly.&nbsp; Intense light dazzles your eyes, light and withering heat.&nbsp; You flinch for a moment, but brave it.&nbsp; There is an ocean out there, an ocean of sand, golden and pristine.&nbsp; Only wispy clouds are in the vast blue vault of the sky, nothing to shield you against the omnipresent orb that is the sun.<br><br>Two men sit just before that curtain, garbed in robes and turbans.&nbsp; Engrossed in their own conversation, they pay you no head.&nbsp; The horses that draw the caravan, pull the lumbering construct of wood and canvas over the next dune, only to reveal a steady downward ride into the bay below, where desert meets vast ocean, blue and sparkling, and the great city that lies there in that immense flatland between.<br><br>The relief of seeing civilisation quickly gives way to apprehension, as you know of no city in the modern world that is walled and those very walls well maintained, where riders in scale and crimson silk ride urgently on some unguessable errand, and where sailed ships built of timbre, unaided by puffing engines, put into port.&nbsp; It is, after all, a riddle you have yet to solve...</strong></em>
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 09:06:30</strong>
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				Lying there as the pain washed down from his head and spread through his body, pooling in his stomach as nausea, Jamie tried not to think. All thinking did was hurt. One moment he was fine, the next there was green fire, and now there was pain. But at least it seemed to be fading.<br><br>At length, Jamie sat up and looked around blearily, taking in his surroundings. Wood and canvas? This was odd. With trepidation, he peered out the tent flap, not knowing what to expect.<br><br>He stared out, agape, at the ancient-looking city his just as ancient-looking ride was bearing down upon, and the robed men that drove it. He did his best not to make a sound; he didn't really want to draw attention to himself. He didn't even know if the men knew he was there!<br><br>"Either I'm dead, dreaming, or I lost my mind," he muttered to himself once the flap was closed again. "Or maybe some combination." He looked around the caravan interior for anything of note, and reached down to check his pockets, hoping whatever force brought him here (or his mind, or whatever) had provided some of the local currency.
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 12:26:24</strong>
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				<em><strong>As the man within pondered his predicament, the wagon began to dip down the hill into the valley below, and at this point it became evident that this was not a lone wagon on a solitary journey, but the first of a much longer line, for as behind they sound of men urging caution and coaxing animals into restraint so that they would not rush down the slope and send wagons careening wildly out of control.<br><br>The sudden sound of hooves thundered past, to come to a hold beside the drivers of the first wagon, and this man spoke softly looking pointedly at the city before them and back at the line behind, a certain apprehension in his manner.&nbsp; At last, one of the drivers gave him a dismissive wave, whereupon he placed his hand upon his heart and bowed slightly before kicking his horse into a gallop and returning to the rear.</strong></em><br><br>About you, your current quarters are rather spartan, consisting of only your makeshift bed and three others, two stools, and large chest made of wood and iron, undoubtedly locked tight.&nbsp; Perhaps of more urgency though, are your clothes, or rather, the ones you have mistaken for yours - during the time you lacked consciousness, it appears that new garments were provided to you: a rough-spun version of the robes that the men outside are wearing, save for the turban.&nbsp; The only pocket on the inside is quite empty, and there is no sign about the inside of the caravan of your former clothes.
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 22:34:42</strong>
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				After a futile search for any sign of his clothes, or anything else that could possibly belong to him, Jamie let out an exasperated sign. "Well, shit." With no idea where he was or how he got there, lacking any idea what to do about it, and not quite feeling comfortable trying to get the drivers' attention, he simply sad down on a stool and waited. It wasn't like the city was terribly far, he figured he wouldn't have long to wait.<br><br>He had trouble sitting still, though. The robe was pretty itchy, and it didn't feel like he was wearing much on underneath and it was tough to scratch though. He tried, though, but it soon became apparent he wasn't really helping much, so he just tired to ignore it, which was easier said then done. In an attempt to distract himself, he tried to fix his hair.<br><br>Jamie had always been quite fond of his hair. It was dark and straight and soft, and at the moment went down a bit past his shoulders. He did his best to comb it out, but between the fact he had to use his fingers and he had no mirror, there wasn't a whole lot he could do. Still, he at least managed to get it into some semblance of order, and then it was back to waiting and trying not to itch.
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 15:24:12</strong>
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				The curtains from the front to where the drivers were sitting suddenly parted to admit one of them, his manner clearly indicating that he expected his guest, or was it patient, to still be unconscious.&nbsp; Recoiling slightly from seeing Jamie awake as opposed to in his makeshift bed, the man was not taken aback and entered, pulling the curtain closed behind him.&nbsp; From his side, he removed a small flask, proffering it to his guest.<br><br>“It seems that you have finally awoken,” he commented, his accent heavy, and vaguely reminiscent of something middle-eastern, but clearly understandable, “and so allow me to welcome you the caravan of Densha Eshirad – that would be me of course."<br><br>“You have slept for nearly five days stranger, and I feared you might not awaken – you are rather lucky that we spotted you at all, half-buried in the sands as you were without so much as a garment on you.&nbsp; Did you perhaps upset the wrong people that they left you to such a fate as that?”<br><br>Leaning out, he muttered some comment on something to the driver before he returned his attention inside: “We’re nearing city of Armil-Sumar, where I intend to sell the goods from my caravan.&nbsp; We shall have to camp outside the city tonight as we shall arrive too late to make it before they decide to lock the gates, though in the morning we shall enter.&nbsp; I can allow you to appear as part of my entourage – for it is likely they won’t allow a lone traveller to enter – but if you decide to part ways when we’re inside, well, that is you business stranger.&nbsp; Perhaps you will find a ship bound to your own home, for you are a foreigner to these parts and perhaps you are eager to avoid your enemies.”
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 10:05:42</strong>
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				Jamie looked up suddenly as the man entered, and gave him a nervous nod and smile. "Thank you for your hospitality, Densha Eshirad. More then that, it seems like you saved my life. My name is Jamie Lynnwood and, well, as you guessed, I'm not from around here. I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of the desert stripped of everything. The last thing I remember was sitting in my home. Actually, now that I think about it, that's not quite true. I remember a lot of... fire. Green fire, and feeling like I was being burned. It looks like I'm fine, fortunately, but I have no idea what could have happened. I don't really have any enemies. I highly doubt anyone I knew was capable of dumping me in the middle of a desert..."<br><br>Jamie had left a lot of his thoughts unsaid. This had to be a dream, or a hallucination or... or something. He couldn't have suddenly been dumped in the middle east, right? Besides, this guy was speaking English, and there wasn't any city called Armil-Sumar. Right? Regardless, he decided that it was better to seem lost then crazy, and just claim amnesia or something for now. Hopefully this was all in his head and he'd wake up soon, but if not, well, he'd just have to find out what the hell was going on.<br><br>"I'd be very grateful to enter the city with you tomorrow," he continued after a pause. "And I will see if I can reach my home from there. In the meantime, is there anything I can do to assist you tonight? I'd be remiss not to help a man who saved me from certain death." He smiled, trying his best took look friendly and helpful.
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 00:01:22</strong>
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				Eshirad gave a broad shrug. &nbsp;“I’m not sure as to exactly what you can do young man.&nbsp; You seem like one who spends a great deal of time indoors – do you know aught about camp life?&nbsp; Still, I’m certain I can find small chores for you that won’t require too much effort of on your part.”<br><br>Rolling his neck to release some of the tension of the uncertain motion of the wagon, he continued with what was really on his mind: “If you don’t mind me asking friend, where might you be from?&nbsp; You speak the Aquilonian tongue quite fluently, but with an accent I have yet to hear amongst the men of the north.&nbsp; Did you have any business here in the deserts of Shem?&nbsp; I would not think that you have the look of a trader or even a traveller.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense Motive check and Spot check, sent to ID ‘30161’</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 12:49:53</strong>
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				Aquilonian? Shem? The names seemed vaguely familiar to Jamie, but he couldn't place them. Still, if 'northerners' were pale and dark-haired, perhaps this place was similar in geography to Europe? Maybe claiming to be from a location analogous to the British Isles was the best idea...<br><br>"I'm afraid that's quite true, I was born and raised in the city, and am a scribe and a scholar, with little knowledge of how to build a camp. I'm happy to help as best I can, even if that's to simply stay out of the way." He paused to consider the more frank followup question. "Where I'm from, those you call men of the north would be, well, a bit south and east, usually. And no, I had no business outside my city, and not the faintest idea how I got here. Though my memory of the recent past is quite foggy. Hopefully it will return with time, but I doubt I came to be in this place of my own volition. I'm afraid I don't even know how much time has passed between the last thing I remember and now, beyond at least 4 days of unconsciousness. As for my grasp of... Aquilonian, well, I've always felt I had a knack for expressing myself well, in any language I know."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">I think I sent the rolls right...</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 20:12:41</strong>
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				It was somewhat hard to tell what lay behind the mask of the other man’s face, but it was largely suspect that the man thought Jamie was in trouble of some sort without particularly being too bothered about what it might be... unless the northerner brought that trouble to his caravan.&nbsp; For now, though, he dismissed such troublesome thoughts as he concentrated on the task at hand – namely the setting up of the tents for the coming night.<br><br>“I suppose, you can carry some dung and wood for the fireplaces if nothing else, though I shall have you as a guest in my company, so do not concern yourself with heavy burdens.&nbsp; Is there aught in particular that you can do?&nbsp; Admittedly I have no need for the services of a scribe, though perhaps when you are inside Armil-Sumar, such skills may earn you some coin.”<br><br>Whilst Eshirad engaged the youth in conversation, Jamie could notice that the old master of the caravan was not the only person with interest in knowing about him and every now and again the driver on the front could be seen looking clandestinely through flap at the entrance.
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 02:08:17</strong>
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				Jamie twitched internally at the thought of carrying dung, but didn't voice his concerns. "Other than perhaps writing letters for any of your caravan that need or want such a service, I doubt I can offer much beyond a pair of unskilled hands. And again, thank you for your hospitality, you've saved my life for sure." Noticing the glaces of the driver, Jamie paused. "Perhaps I ought to be introduced to your driver, at least, first? I'm sure there's been much speculation as to my identity and state."
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 15:54:45</strong>
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				“Well there’s no need to worry too much about such a thing – I’d expect as much from any other traveller, I’d hope,” nodded Eshirad.&nbsp; At Jamie’s prompt, the aging caravan master gave a glance behind to see what had prompted the young man to prompt such a request, but then noted that the driver ever so occasionally gave a glance inside to see their fair skinned guest.&nbsp; “Ah, of course – Rhumarc, as has most of the other members my caravan, have been naturally curious of you since you were pulled from the sands.&nbsp; But don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for introductions when we stop outside Armil-Sumar – see we are already arriving.&nbsp; Be ease though; you are a guest in my caravan, and you have leave to do as you please, even to leave should you so wish it, for you are not a prisoner here.”<br><br>Densha Eshirad was right about their arrival; already the motion of the wagon was slowing and within the hour, men had already began to set up an encampment from the towering walls of city, where in the distance the sun was setting, staining the skies in every colour between gold and crimson for the brief moments before it was gone.&nbsp; In the gathering evening, Eshirad returned from the gate where he had done what transactions he may, before retiring to his tent for the evening.<br><br>There were many about who were interested in Jamie, though most were conservative with their questions.&nbsp; The one called Rhumarc was also there amongst them, though he kept some distance from them.&nbsp; There questions were typical of those Eshirad had asked – where he was from, how he had ended up half-buried in the sands, and what business he had within the walls of Armil-Sumar.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Time Units (<em>TU</em>) until Jamie becomes <em>fatigued</em>/midnight:</strong> 6/8; <strong>Light:</strong> New Moon (Concealment), Various campfires; <strong>Weather:</strong> Light winds, occasional sand blow<br><br>Jamie has the following options and the conditions are calm enough that he can opt to Take 10 on any of them:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Engage members of caravan in light conversation:</strong> <em>4 TU</em>&nbsp; Jamie can make a general Diplomacy check improve the general <em>attitude</em> of those talking with him.</li><li><strong>Engage members of the caravan for information of the world:</strong> <em>6 TU</em>&nbsp; 250 xp.</li><li><strong>Converse more closely with Rhumarc:</strong> <em>7 TU</em>&nbsp; Rumarc is showing a greater degree of interest in the outlander than most.&nbsp; Jamie can make a Diplomacy check (DC 16); success indicates that Jamie befriends him, otherwise he remains a little distant.&nbsp; Jamie can make a Sense Motive check (DC 21); success allows Jamie to tell that Rhumarc’s attentions are more carnal in attraction, otherwise Jamie simply believes he is fascinated with his status as an outsider.</li><li><strong>Perform menial chores:</strong> <em>3 TU</em>&nbsp; Jamie can do simple little jobs, such as helping with pitching tents, or fireplaces, or fetching small items, etc, etc...&nbsp; With a Diplomacy check (DC 14) Jamie receives throughout the night coin amounting to 12 silver pieces (sp) from grateful people who appreciate Jamie’s helpful attitude and agreeable manner.&nbsp; This action can be repeated twice before there is nothing more that need to be done.</li></ul></div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 11:12:08</strong>
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				After thanking Eshirad again, Jamie did his best to answer the questions of the workers politely, and when they had broken off to their assigned tasks, he approached the recalcitrant Rhumarc. The man had likely had the most exposure to Jamie, what with seeing him laid up for days on end, so he must have been stewing in curiosity. Not wanting to leave the man hanging, Jamie thought he'd chat with him a bit.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Taking 10 on Diplomacy for 18, Sense Motive 26. Is that enough Sense Motive to know whether Rhumarc things Jaime is male or female?</div></div><br>After talking with the caravan driver for awhile, Jamie was able to get him to open up, and it wasn't long before he realized, with a modest amount of discomfort, that the man was <em>attracted</em> to him. Given Jamie's long hair, soft features, smooth skin and slender but curved at the hip figure (let alone his occasional foray out in full feminine garb), it wasn't the first time a man had been interested in him. Given the present circumstances, though, it was slightly unnerving. Still, Jamie took a moment to do an appraisal of Rhumarc's own looks and continued their so far interesting conversation.
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 00:00:52</strong>
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				Rhumarc was of much the same breed as his fellow brethren who were present – lean and brown-bodied, robust and dark of hair, though his relative youth meant he lacked the craggy features of those hardened by exposure to the elements, or having grown paunchy and full from profitable living.&nbsp; Under Jamie’s calming manner, he also spoke more easily, removing the protective hood from his head to allow his wavy hair to fall loose at his shoulders.<br><br>There was little doubt that Rhumarc knew Jamie’s gender, for he revealed that alongside Eshirad, it was he who had tended to Jamie’s wounds and bandaged them, as well as having helped pull his naked body from the sands, and had even commented that Jamie had more of a girl's build than that of a man.&nbsp; As they conversed further, Rhumarc eventually looked upward, where a gibbous moon hung in the dark vault of the sky.&nbsp; With the coming of night, the temperature of the desert had also dropped quite remarkably.<br><br>“It will soon be height of night,” he commented, “and we all have an early day ahead of us: my uncle will undoubtedly wish to get the goods of the caravan into the city as early as possible.&nbsp; I am off for the sweat bath, before I turn in to the night.&nbsp; Would you care to join?&nbsp; As I recall now, you have not had the chance to properly clean yourself and this could prove quite invigorating.”
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				Post by: <strong>Arcadia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 11:51:30</strong>
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				While he was a tad embarrassed at having his feminine looks pointed out so blatantly, Jamie couldn't help but agree. It was, after all, something he'd been rather glad to have in the past, so when Rhumarc mentioned it, he readily agreed, though didn't make any big deal about it.<br><br>Jamie pondered the moon at the man's mention of the late hour. It seemed quite familiar. Maybe he was dreaming after all? Pushing that thought out of his head, he replied to Rhumarc. "Sweat bath? Ah, yes, it's been quite awhile since I was able to clean up, hasn't it? I very much appreciate the invitation, it'd be very refreshing. Please, lead the way."
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				Post by: <strong>Amethyst Dreams</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 13:27:54</strong>
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				"This way," indicated Rhumarc with a jerk of his head.&nbsp; He did not further address Jamie on the short walk to the leather tent.&nbsp; It was already quite late, for their talk had lasted for a length and when they had arrived they were the only two remaining.&nbsp; Behind the tent, the great shadow of the city's walls loomed in the distance.&nbsp; For a world so primitive, it was certainly an amazing construction - nearly one hundred feet of colossal black rock piled atop one another, the slave labour required mind-boggling.&nbsp; Rhumarc gave little thought to such, however, and parted the tent flap looking in.&nbsp; Great gouts of steam issued forth, misting in the cold night air.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jamie can make a <strong>Sense Motive</strong> check (DC 20).&nbsp; Success indicates that Jamie detects a hint of nervousness in Rhumarc's manner, as if contemplating something now that he finds himself alone with Jamie.&nbsp; Failure indicates that Jamie feels that Rhumarc has simply reverted to the stoic individual he knew before.</div></div><br>Without hesitation, Rhumarc begins stripping the desert robes he wears before entering the tent.&nbsp; The night air is cold enough to place goosebumps upon him and, without lingering for too long, he ducks into the tent and into the hot humid embrace of the steam.&nbsp; The tent is small inside, perhaps no more than three or four people could sit.&nbsp; Two wooden benches had been set for that purpose and between them, a fire had been set on which flat grey stones had been set to heat.&nbsp; A bucket provided them means to toss water upon the stones that would sizzle and set clouds of moisture rising to billow within the confines.<br><br>Once Rhumarc had done this, he leaned back with a sigh, allowing the heat and humidity to do the rest of the work.&nbsp; The air was heavy and, together with the humidity, the heat intense and it did not take much time for sweat to be rolling down Rhumarc's brown body.&nbsp; Robust of build, his body was finally reaching the completion and fullness and as he lay back to enjoy the moment, his manhood came into view.&nbsp; Half-erect, his size seemed slightly out of proportion with his build, but if he was self-conscious of his present state, he was not paying it any head.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jamie can make a <strong>Sense Motive</strong> check (DC 14).&nbsp; Success indicates Jamie can tell that Rhumarc's casualness is more feigned than actual ease.&nbsp; If Jamie beats the DC by 10 or more, Jamie can tell that Rhumarc is quite nervous and is actively attempt to avoid eye contact with Jamie.&nbsp; Failure indicates that Jamie does not notice anything amiss.<br><hr><br>Any attempt on Jamie's part to engage Rhumarc in conversation seeking or offering further information on either of them personally, prompts Rhumarc to cough nervously and change his seating to move to where Jamie is seating, or move closer if they're on the same bench.</div></div><br>The heat of the sweat tent is dizzying after a while, as the sultry humidity begins to induce an artificial fever.&nbsp; For his part, Rhumarc seems to endure it with half-closed eyes and intense concentration, though it finally appeared that he had slipped into a full state of relaxation.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jamie can choose to resist the feverish conditions by making a <strong>Fortitude</strong> save (DC 12) or become <em>fatigued</em>, whilst his <span class="bbc_u">Intelligence</span> and <span class="bbc_u">Wisdom</span> both drop by -4 as his brain clouds over, whilst his <span class="bbc_u">Charisma</span> increases by +4.&nbsp; If Jamie succeeds his save, he gains none of the bonuses and penalties.&nbsp; These conditions last as long as Jamie remains in the tent and for 4 minutes after he leaves.&nbsp; Jamie can voluntarily choose to fail the <strong>Fortitude</strong> save if he wishes.<br><br>Jamie can make a <strong>Spot</strong> check (DC 10) to notice that Rhumarc has become rather free with his eyes, allowing them to roam all over Jamie's body.</div></div><br>"The day must have been long for you," Rhumarc finally speaks, "I can't imagine your fair skin could endure the sun so well or even the general roll of the wagon - that only comes after some months of experience on them.&nbsp; Here.&nbsp; Why not lie down upon the bench and I'll do my best work the aches out of your body?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jamie makes a <strong>Sense Motive</strong> check (DC 12).&nbsp; Success indicates that Jamie can tell that Rhumarc is playing up to a more carnal act.&nbsp; Failure means that Jamie believes Rhumarc is offering no more than he says, no less and no more.</div></div>
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