“You narcissism knows no bo—“ Ro’s sentence is cut off as the world fades to white numbness around you. As your vision clears and you can feel again, you are in front of a large marble castle, with bright green roofing. If you have any knowledge of the royalty of Odara, you would instantly recognize it as the grand chateau of King Grian the Grand, lord of the splendid lands of the gilded desserts, as of yet neutral in the large war on the planet. 

“What a beautiful building. I really do wonder how it was built....”  Jaxonn wonders, trailing off after a few moments after seeing that no one was listening.

”shall we proceed?” Kaitlin asks, gesturing towards the crowd of similarly well dressed people walking into the palace.

Thris nodded.  "Yes, Poppy and I, aren't we," he raises his hand for a high-five. "I do have a question, though.  How are we to 'make an ally' of this, um, gentleman, this Phoenix Fire?  And when you say 'we're going to talk to him' do you mean all of us or just some of us and if only some, what are the tasks of the non-talkers?"

In the normal course of a military operation, even one like this, these questions wouldn't have been questions since they would have been part of the briefing but Thris had long ago given up the idea of military professionalism from this group.  It was part of their quirky charm.

“We are here to make a deal with him. He will assist our endeavors against the coalition, if we.... assist in some of his. You two are actually meeting with an accomplice of his, sort of his right hand man. When we make it into the ball, I will tell where you need to go. It won’t be easy to miss him. He’s a tall black dragonborn, should be in front of a gang of bruisers, the safety bunch. It’s essentially a meet and greet for you guys, and we’ll call you when we need you, okay? Kaitlin asks.

Thris nods.  "Sure. Let's go."

"We will do our best, and if things go badly just tell me. I can handle people no problem, but my true expertise is when things go badly. I am a expert distraction and master attention getter. Let's just hope the Phoenix and Dragon is ready for me." Fluffs his feathers and smiles at everyone, ready to make some fun. 

"And with my spells, I can aid our escape with minor illusions," Thris adds.  "After all, who will be looking for a servants when they were looking for guests in finery.  Be warned, though, the spells I can cast on you will only last a minute."

You walk into the ball, making pleasant conversation and greeting some nobles and merchants and whatnot. You make it into the ball easily, and see the tall dragonborn you where told to converse with. The rest of the gang leaves to go meet this crime boss, telling you to “Be friendly, and don’t screw things up” 

(aka, please welcome our new player, QueenoftheFae, playing as Brecker Kazz!)

you approach the dragonborn, hoping to make some conversation with him.

The black Dragonborn, a tall intimidating figure in his crisp dark formal robes, turns as your group approaches. Brecker being an untrusting soul, eyes them while setting his cane on the ground with a distinct clank. Folding his clawed hands over the top of it with an unusual grace for a man his size. “Greetings, esteemed guests,” his deep voice spills over the group, “Is there a problem?”  

"The problem is, I have been here for three seconds and already I am being seduced by your gorgeous self. Good sir, how about we get a drink and see what kind of a relationship we can start. I have always been interested in the rumors about Dragonborn, especially the risqué rumors." Batting his eyelashes and smiling wickedly at the tall and imposing man. His glittery makeup and outrageous outfit left little to imagination about his personality. Still, he would do his best to keep this scaley behemoth company. He just needed to test the waters and see what would work best. 

Brecker stared down at the glittering mess before him, stone faced and thoroughly unimpressed. “If you’re here to simply throw yourself at me like a glitzy common whore, you’d better stop wasting your time,” he drawled. “Now, if you are here with a security threat,” he clacked his cane on the floor again, “that I can help you with. If not, I’m going to have to ask you to please enjoy the party and leave me to my duties.” Finishing his point, Brecker lifts his head to once again scan the party for signs of trouble, and unrest throughout the dazzling sea of people. 

As Thris moves through the crowd smiling at all the right people...his parents had been elven nobility after all and had taught him more than a few things before the invasion...he scans without being seen to scan the crown looking for security people and security threats such as thieves, pickpockets, assassins, etc.

Perception 12

ooc: This is important info for my intro to the dragonborn dude.

ooc2: When I edited the post, I accidentally removed then end bracket so that messed up the roll.  It had been 24.  I don't know what will happen when I fix it.

"Common?! I never! Such a lovely mouth full of such venom! Oh well, can't say it isn't making me more curious. Toodaloo, my lovely Daring Dragonborn. I shall see you later, but please keep looking after me." Moving into the crowd, to flirt and talk with all the people around him. Hoping to gain information on their gracious host, or to at least hear the latest rumors.

Persuasion: 14

As you move to walk away, a thri-kreen walks up to Brecker and says something in you ear. “Hey, I’m pretty sure those are the people boss told you to meet. And play nice to.” She says, walking back into the crowd.

(DAAANG MAN YOU KILLED HIM)

Brecker sighs and turns to back talk to Tris. “You seem like the calmer member of your group. I’ve been informed that you may be here to see me about...certain information and resources?”

ooc: Did Thris notice anyone or thing out of the ordinary as they moved towards the dragonborn?

Nope. It's just a ball, rich people in fancy clothes and stuff. There are a few people wearing similar clothes as Brecker looking over the crowd, but that's it.

Thris nods, while pulling Poppy close, "Be a dear, Poppy, and keep an eye for someone with drinks.  I'm parched!"

In a softer voice, he says to Brecker, "Yes, we would like to have access to your...resources.  You seem to run a tight ship, here, and we can respect that."  As he speaks to Brecker he looks pointedly at some, but not all, of the security people he noticed, not all of whom are dressed accordingly.  "What would you say to that and what would you like from us in exchange?"  He keeps his voice low, smiling occasionally, even turning his head to watch women who pass, all to give the appearance of a casual conversation.

Huffs and goes to fetch drinks, coming back with four drinks and hands two to Thris and Brecker. The other two are quickly drunk by himself. "Thris, you are good at this. Always more polite and to the point then I ever am. So Breaker or whatever, what you say? Wanna talk and make a partnership with us? It has some benefits, but you can imagine what those are."

Brecker gingerly takes the drink, but does not drink from it, eyeing it and Poppy with barely concealed disgust. Looking at the party guests he whispers, “Why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private. There are always errant eyes and ears in gatherings like this.” Straightening up, Brecker says in a much more conversational voice, “Why of course sir! If you would follow me I can show the powder rooms,” and turns to walk towards the outskirts of the crowd. 

As you walk towards the door, Jaxonn walks out it, and seeing you, waves you over. “Oh hey, I see you met... uh... Brecker? I think? Is that right? Anyways, we were just about to get you guys, so uh, follow me, I guess?” He says, and then backtracks through the door.