Jorm walks in and looks around the entrance way noticing anything historical that would tell him anything about these people and their histories. "Oh I have never been in such a lavish dwelling before" Jorm continues to look around absentmindedly. 

History: 8

Okay, from the paintings on the walls you can tell that gem dragons play a central role in elven culture, they use psionic powers (which they were probably taught by said dragons) and that they have a culture of martial and philosophical traditions.  You probably knew this already, but may not have.

This room is even more extravagant than the entrance hall, adorned in gilt and paint showing scenes of elves, dragons, forests and strange dark creatures like devils.  At least a hundred softly glowing lanterns, each inscribed with a luck charm in elvish, hover magically in the air.  On the far side of the room is a large red-and-green raised dias, upon which stands a throne constructed of gold and jade.  Hovering above it, her legs crossed and eyes closed as though meditating, is an elf.  Her age is inscrutable, as is her serene, pale face.  Her hair, which is so light it's almost white, would fall to her knees when she is standing.  She wears rich yet functional robes in varying shades of emerald green.  She has more gems than anyone you've ever seen - three on her face, one on each hand and bare foot, and seven hovering around her head.  As you enter, she gently sinks to a standing position, then slowly opens piercing eyes so green you can tell their color from the far side of the room.

That's her, the royal queen of... gems I suppose? That's a lot of them embedded within her body and hovering around her!. The siren thinks as she slowly sinks onto one knee so as to not disrespect her like the others she had encountered previously. The latter's presence left the siren so bewildered that for once she was lost for words. 

Trey approaches but keeping the appropriate distance, and begins to take a knee, then hesitates, and tries to go into a bow, but then awkwardly returns to the taking a knee, as though he is flustered and isn't sure the correct custom to adhere to.

Jorman continues to wander around the room going from picture to picture decoration to decoration before turning to the dais. He stands waiting for something to happen while watching the uncertainty of the others

The queen smiles at your reactions.  "Please, stand.  Why have you come before me? It must be a good reason, or Aya would not have let you in."

"Well, your highness, we... or at least these fine men surrounding me, have the good reason you are seeking." Pearlin interjects as she rises before anyone else can speak up. "Two of these fine nobles, Trey and Tamashi, were being directly attacked by some mysterious ninjas no one knows about. They were ambushed it seems and the enemies have caught me plus the poor bunny and kitsune boys to my left in the crossfire, even though we're not nobles ourselves. That's why we're asking for your protection until we can sort out this mess." She boldly states before glancing at Aya who is also bloodied and eats up her words on what the latter said about her being injured. 

(OOC: Are we missing someone?)

"We weren't the first to be attacked though. There may be more victims to be added on the enemy's list, Tama's family included, if we don't act fast to resolve this. Additionally, we also heard rumours that since the elf we were fighting died mysteriously in front of our eyes, the people might think that we are the main antagonists and may isolate or even hunt us down despite our judgemental actions. Another reason why we're asking you for your help." Raiden spoke up even as his voice cracks from earlier on, trying to address the little, yet important details that may have been missed out on the way here. "Also, Tama and Jorm's injuries are still present despite our best acts to heal them. Do you know someone that can get them to full recovery, your highness?"

Inside his head: Why doesn't Aya want to mention to her mother being injured I wonder? Won't she be able to help her and all of us recover from our injuries?

(OOC: Yes, both GR and Tez005.  I'll give them a few days before I message them, in case they're on vacation or something.)

 She looks concerned.  "This is very dire news indeed.  Are you sure - Trey, was it? - was a target?  He isn't a noble.  But, yes, of course you may have protection.  I'll need to have you each tested to make sure you aren't trying to infiltrate the castle, but after that, you are welcome for as long as necessary.  I'll send messages to all the other noble houses immediately." As she turns and starts giving orders to servants and guards, I need Raiden, Jorm, and Tamashi to make CON saves.

Jorm raises an eyebrow "Tested? With all due respect, I uh was hoping I could get patched up...You see" Jorm points over his shoulder and turns to show the slash in his back "I was sleeping minding my own business when this ninja leapt into my hotel room and slashed me"

Con save 15 rolled in game log

Okay, you're fine.  

She looks genuinely sympathetic and says, "Of course, you will receive medical aid first.  But, in these times especially, I must be sure that this is not simply an elaborately ploy to get close enough to me to assaissinate me.  I'm sure you understand."

Co save for Aya: 12

Jorm nods in thanks and does as he is asked

Aya abruptly straightens, then collapses with a short exclamation of pain.  The queen moves with unnatural speed from the dais down to her daughter, her hands already glowing with magical light as she begins a healing spell.  She glances up at you. "All of you, begone.  The captain will take you to be healed."

Raiden Con save as he grits his teeth in pain: 18 (Log)

Tamashi, your save.

T’s CON save 15

Okay, you're all fine, but covered in blood from the still-bleeding wounds.  You are led to a medical area lit with candles, where an ancient looking elf heals each of you for 20 health.  The wounds do not stop bleeding.  If you wanted to do some RP,  now would be the time.

Jorm feels better but wonders what is happening with his wound "Excuse me sir, what do you suppose is happening that I won't stop bleeding?"

The elf bends over the wounds, and confusion creases his weathered face.  "I don't know," he admits, his creaky voice sounding worried. "I think I may have heard an old legend about a poison that was supposed to do that, but it doesn't exist anymore.  Dear me, I'm afraid I can't quite remember.  Stories aren't my specialty, I'm afraid."

Jorm sighs "Is there someone here who would know or perhaps a library I could search for answers?"