Logan:
Logan strides confidently onto the stage. He reaches up into the light of the magical spot, eclipsing the symbol of Abagvar with a shadow of a devouring moon, and with some more deft finger-work, transforms the shadow into that of Kagyar's rune once again.
Shadow animals were never Logan's best trick as a child and Kagyar's symbol is a complex octagon with lots of wiggly bits in it. Logan's attempt to merge the shadows of his fingers with Angati's evil symbol turn it into more of a blob than anything else.
"Ehhh! What's that meant to be?" scowls one dwarf, tilting his head to one side.
"A bunny rabbit?"
OOC: I am not sure what the DC for that would be, but it is more than 9!
Logan:
Holding his pose, he awkwardly turns to face the rumbling crowd, make a bow that involves only his head.
"Oiy! What is the funny half-elf going on about?" mutters another dwarf.
"Yeah, just hurry up and get her kit off," shouts another. At least Logan's clumsy shadow animal show has distracted them from the symbol of Abagvar the mighty evil one.
Logan:
"Just a reminder, my fellows, of how the Great Betrayer can be found anywhere, even in the places you least expect! Be wary, for even a dancing girl..."
"Booo!" "Get off the stage you daft elven twat." "Booo!" "I didn't come here for a religious lesson." "Booo!" "Take YOUR clothes off mate! Ha ha!" Objects start arcing over the top of the crowd and landing on the dancing stage. Bottles. Drinking mugs. Helmets. When the first hand axe sails over, Logan knows he's in trouble.
OOC: And likewise '11' is not enough to persuade a crowd of horny dwarves over to your side... Jeez, are you even TRYING?!
Logan:
Logan reached out for the fake Amarilde's arm, spinning her, and dropping her too-large dress even lower across her frame, with expected results from the ogling dwarves.
The crowd roars in appreciation and laughs at the show. Sure, it is a pretty crazy strip act, but anything that breaks up the monotony of the standard acts is a welcome relief.
Logan:
"Even a pretty lass like her may not be what she seems!" Logan spun the changeling again, dropping her into a dip. As he brought her back up, he clasped her arm tight and brought her ear close to his face. "Listen up," he whispered in a sharp tone. "You're leaving with us, and going to explain exactly what's going on, or we'll leave you for these dwarves." Logan walked purposely offstage, dragging his captive with him, waving to the dwarves as he made for the exit.
"OK, OK! If you get me out of here alive and with my regenerated maidenhead intact you have a deal, buddy," grunts the small dwarven figure in a surprisingly deep voice. The Amarilde imposter makes no effort to resist Logan dragging him away, and this time the rogue is careful to keep a tight grip on the captive.
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