Re: Fate Training Grounds 1
"Cloaca? Cloaca! Steady, there. Are you with me?"
Namaraman rolled his eyes and shook his head at the little creature, frustrated by his lack of focus. It was unlike him -- one of the reasons that he liked dealing with the ratling was that he was generally sharp-witted. Perhaps Tomple had landed one too many blows on Cloaca's skull, and he was now no more astute than his idiot companion, Nicker. The merchant hoped that was not the case, as it would mean he'd lost a good source of income, to say nothing of whatever coins they managed to pry out of the witch's hands today. When the filthy sewer worker seemed to be back in the here and now, the swarthy-skinned human led the way up the steps to his store, then opened the door and went inside.
"Enchantress! I have found the one I spoke of! The light-fingered master of Northwatch's tunnels and sewers!"
Namaraman's shop was something to behold inside. The man had amassed thousands of curiosities over the years, books, artistic carvings, jewelry, furniture, tapestries, gaming tokens, bowls, wooden teeth, ancient coins -- all manner of junk, some of it actually worth something, was piled high in every corner. The place was a labyrinth, with narrow passageways winding between stacks of dusty tomes and piles of cracked scrolls. Cloaca normally found the store dizzying in its density, but today was different. The human woman -- the 'buyer' -- was an even more remarkable sight, and her dramatic form held his little black eyes as they rounded a corner and found her standing in the middle of the shop, smiling.
She had white teeth and tanned skin -- so much tanned skin, as the silks she wore did more to accentuate than conceal the curves that Cloaca knew human men found so compelling. She had long, shining hair, raven-colored and wind-blown. An emerald cloak spilled on the floor behind her, and a small metal girdle of shining scales covered her abdomen. Long, wisping fabric hung between her bronzed legs from the girdle's glittering edges, shielding her modesty against prying eyes. Looking down at the little ratling, the woman's smile broadened.
"I have heard much about you, little one. I am Alizia of Tesh, and I would like to employ your services."
OOC: Alizia is attempting to impress and awe you, to put your on your back foot paw by Creating an Advantage. That's a skill test of her Flashy vs. your skill of choice (provided you can justify it). Her result: 21:08, Today: Harrigan, for the NPC Alizia, rolled 3 using 4 Fudge dice with rolls of 1, 1, 1, 0. Flashy (+3) roll to Create an Advantage over Cloaca. That's good for a total of +6.