Elustran Days

A distant rumble of thunder accompanies Dahme'dre's surprise. She wasn't hoping to be recognized or remembered "Not at all" she replies, "just had some business to take care of before turning in. I probably should have hurried. Rooms might get hard to come by, if no one's allowed to come or go." 

(Investigation: (2)Unable to parse dice roll.)

The figure nods and takes a drink, “Well that’s good. Seems you’ve also got yourself a room as well. Shouldn’t ‘ave much to worry about then, eh?”

Looking around the room and listening for what you can, you pick up on the following. The victim was indeed popular. He was a well-liked man who desired to branch out to the other frontier planar cities to encourage unity and prosperity. As governor, his death, while tragic, doesn’t affect the city in much more than moral and increased security. There are measures involved that make sure the city is not without leadership. Whether it is odd is hard to say, as this whole situation is. However, people have not yet heard of your escape.

"There's always plenty to worry about" Dahme'dre says as she collects her key and slip off to improve her disguise.

And so you do. The room is of modest size with one large bed. However, there is enough floor space for perhaps a drow and dragon man to sleep. You have a lovely second floor view of the street below. It’d be relaxing if you weren’t wanted.

Ashe in a completely non-creepy way comes up behind Dahme'dre upon the one-bed revelation and states, "Ahaha~ how fun! A sleepover. I hope you don't mind if I sleep on the side close to the window..."

The drow walks to the other side of the bed, trailing a finger along the bottom. Sure, the sheets weren't made with the finest spider silks, but it beat the cold prison that was otherwise awaiting her arrival. She looks up demurely at Alijurn, "I suppose you could sleep at the foot of the bed...?" 

"Certainly. It's too cold for me under the window." Dahme'dre replies as she tries to fix her hair and makeup with her new look. "I've been listening in in gossip in the common room. It doesn't seem that the citizens have any suspicions about who stands to gain from the governess assassination, and I don't see a connection between us that leads us to be targets of this ruse either. Where should we start tomorrow? Or should we start tonight?" 

As she speaks she snaps her fingers to presto a tiara, then a masque, gnomish goggles, a robber's bandana, but she settles on the spectacles as she had before.

"Oh, I do love that tiara," Ashe grins as she watches Dee try on the different disguises. "It makes your eyes sparkle and stand-out... though I suppose that is the opposite effect we are looking for, hmm?"

Ashe holds her palm out to the bed, and Cupcake creeps out from her sleeve and out onto the bed. The little spider crawls around the bed, acting like a sentry... 

"We might want to start tonight, to make the best of the time we have. It won't be too long before everyone knows we are missing..." She strokes Cupcake with a finger. "Yet, I am oh so tired. It was a trying day for us three. Maybe we should start as early as possible tomorrow..."

Alijurn steps into the room as the girls are playing dress-up. "The foot of the bed is for dogs. Back when I was a full time soldier I slept on the ground a lot, the floor will suffice." He puts his bedroll by the wall furthest from the bed and holds the thin wool blanket up. "This will be my disguise in the morning." Alijurn throws the blanket over his head like a hood and pierces it in the front with a single crossbow bolt to keep it in place.  

"You're going to dress as a ghost?" Dahme'dre asks, "do they celebrate the eve of the dead here?" Dahme'dre waves a hand and Alijurns blanket produces the sounds of rattling chains. "Either way I think your timing may be a bit off. Come over here and let us take a look at you." She pats the edge of the bed between the girls.

Ashe votes for a long rest and an early start!

The dragonborn reluctantly sits at the very edge of the bed, his tail tucked on his lap. "Ok.. So, what do you suggest I do?.." He glances at his newfound roommate with the look of a 7 year old boy who is forced to play dress-up with his older sisters. 

"An early start it is then." Dahmedre says as she moves over to make room for Alijurn.

"No one would recognize him in a dress." Dahme'dre suggests as she waves a hand and creates an illusion of Alijurn standing in a frilly pink gown and holding a parasol in the air before them. She gives Ashe a wink.

With that, the three of you turn in. Each of you gain the full benefits of a long rest as the night passes quietly. Dahme’dre, you alone hear a voice in the night, “Dahme’dre.”

Dahme'dre wakes to the call. An event so familiar, if she were to live a thousand lives, she'd probably form a pact in every one. Yes? she replies, opening her awakened mind to his voice.

You are right, it is indeed the voice of your patron, El’iam. The voice fills your mind, though it is naught but a whisper, “What has happened, faithful servant?” Which, really, is a weird question for an omnipotent god, all things considered. However, it is not the first time such things have been asked.

 A man has been assassinated, and his assailants have made the error of framing your chosen, along with two others. 

“Does this concern you?” The room still remains in silence, not even a creak of wood can be heard. It is almost as if the very environment has closed its mouth in respect.

 It is... unideal. I am not without worries, but I am confident good will prevail, and we will see justice served. Is this your will? 

“It is. I have allowed it for my purpose. Though they have done what is vile in my sight, I will take what they intended for evil and work it for good. Through this, my name shall be glorified and spread through all peoples. I will work great things through you, Dahme’dre. My hand shall be upon you. This is my promise to you.” 

 So it shall be. 

Dahme'dre rises early to find time to maintain her appearance. Brushing her hair and putting it up. Brushing her wig and making up her face to accent her spectacles. She cleans her clothes, and folds and packs them neatly in her bag.

She sets up a simple disguise for Alijurn with a hooded cloak stuffed with a pillow and a cane. The only challenge would be keeping him from walking around in his usual straight-backed posture.