Mistaken, Misgudged and Misnamed
21st of Rova 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
Brazening it out you decide to walk half a step in front of the others, hand
off your sword as you approach of course, you even wish them a good day. "Hold on a minute," one fellow with gagged blond hair that does a poor job of hiding a pox scarred cheek starts. "What's yer business in Old Town? What's your business in Augustana even? You wouldn't happen to be selling any strange goods?"
"Been to any strange places even?" the other asks, sporting only wispy lank brown hair under his kettle-like helm, though his scowl doubtless had been the terror of many a timid merchant. "You're gonna need to hand over the preventative plague tax! In case you get someone sick, you never know what your lot can drag in."
"A new tax you say?" You drag out the worlds, making what would have seemed a foreigner's clumsiness with their tongue into a deliberate choice. "My contact at the society did not speak of this. Finder of Paths he was. yes?"
The first fellow looks you up and down, trying to weigh your confidence against the presumed weight of your coin purse. A tense moment later he huffs and relents, taking half a step back... just as his companion shouts.
Akorian Bluff: 1d20+14 = 29 vs Guard Sense Motive: 1d20+7 = 24
"Petra look! His shadow! That ain't no man, that's a devil that is!" No sooner had the words come out of his mouth that he grabs for the halberd that had been leaning by the guard post, no weapon for quelling riots or bringing in folks quietly
this.
"Nah, he's not one of those prope' devils. I bet he's a devil blood, one of them born from cursed lusts," ragged haired 'Petra' proclaims, trying to sound knowledgeable and unshaken and failing at both. He rounds on Gorok. "You, lizardman! Is this a Chelixian spy?"
"No," Gorok answers, posture shifting to the balls of his feet, not that you imagine either of the guards realize the implications of the gesture.
First Guard Wisdom Roll to notice Unnatural Shadow (DC 15): 1d20+2 = 22 (Critical Success)
Second Guard Will Save to keep his cool (DC 10): 1d20+2 = 7 (Failure)
"Pardon my ignorance," Mina cuts in hastily. "But is it common in this land for those who bear blades to carry the scales? Is it by blessing of Abadar or writ of rule that you make such swift judgement?"
"What?" the still nameless guard snaps to look at her like she had just grown another head. "We're not bankers. lass!"
"Nor are you magistrates," she says, visibly gathering her courage, not to leap but to speak. "And even if you were there is no law in this city that bars travelers by blood or by nation. So then you say that we are spies, we say that we are not. Where then is you
affirmative proof? I offer you counsel without charge, but if we are made late then you shall be made to pay!"
At these words the guard with the halberd looks suddenly less sure and the other one like he had bitten into raw chalk-root.
Mina Knowledge (Religion) (DC 18): 1d20+11 = 18 (Success)
Mina Intimidate: 1d20+4 = 21 vs Guard will save: 1d20+2 = 12
"Be about your
business then, but we'll have eyes on you, devil-kin," the other guard blusters.
You consider contradicting them, then wonder if it is worth the waste of breath. Where there is light to cast a shadow eventually yours will be seen. If common rumor will count you kin to devils what more harm could that be?
Do you push back on the notion of being a tiefling?
[] Yes, the folk of Andoran are enemies of the devil binders east of here, a poor reputation that would make
[] No, let rumors fly as rumors do and get out of here before the guards find their courage again
[] Write in
OOC: A bit short but that crit on noticing the shadow really messed you up and I did not want to gloss over this choice. Do keep in mind that if you push and fail they might try to arrest you again. Mina got them to back out for now. Also, I mislabeled the Mina roll as diplomacy, but she could not do that with them so hostile so instead I changed it to intimidate which would have had the same roll.