Game: Great minds think alike

*blackthornes is still a little cautious, and keeps his hand on his rapier.*
OOC: Sense Motive check:

"Hmmmm. Thats odd." Ian says. Then, in a louder voice. "Party meeting!"
He then takes a few steps back and waits for the others to join the huddle.

When they do, he asks "Okay, what are you guys thinking?"

The Masked Gnoll slowly backs up, pushing Ophelia toward the Huddle before joining it himself.
"Well, these ladies seem real nice, but something about them makes me nervous. Not to mention, if we want to get the 8 hours of sleep that 9 out of 10 clerics agree is needed for a good nights rest, we cant be running around their house looking for ghosts."

*Blackthornes pokes his head in*
"Personally, I can't tell wether they are lying or not. I could really care less if he help them, but the only way I will do it is if we get payed alot......that is the only way I will help them."

OOC: Ohalian would have felt someone poking around his head because he's made one of his saving throws. Also, he's using his Plan talent.

Huh? That felt funny...

"Well, they have offered us a job. I say we spend a little money to put them up in an inn until we finish this job, then move onto their job once we finish. That way, everyone wins. I dunno how useful I'd be at fighting spirits, though.

Also, someone just used magic on me. I dunno what it did, but we should still be cautious."

"I think we should say no and I remember a song from grade school to help us do it......(clears throught).....When demons entice you don't give in, SAY NO!(clap,clap)SAY NO!.......I think that would do the trick...."

nailed that preformance! I am so great

A giant grin hides under the mask.

Ian is about to say something, when Ophelia glazes over and walks toward the girls.
Well... shit.

"Using magic on our companion is hardly going to earn our trust." Ian says loudly, in the direction of the group of ladies.

With that, Ian is suddenly... gone.

OOC: Ian casts inivsibility to prevent being targeted by whatever Charm effect hit Ophelia.

Ian remains invisible, but pulls out his pipes of sounding. He then plays them as softly as he can and still make them work, activating their ghost noise effect. (move silently: 6+25 mod= 31).

The noise he creates is his own voice. Only slightly louder to try and mask his playing, and about 20 feet to his left.

"Who is Joran? And why would he charm my friend here?"

Ian, still using the pipes.

"Wow, you ladies are having one heck of a day, arnt you? Any chance that it was this Joran who set this shade upon you? And if any one you have the power to dispell whatever enchantment is on my friend, that would be greatly appreciated."

Ian then uses the pipes to make soft footstep noises, like someone trying to be stealty but just falling short, toward the girls as he backs away, to hopefully be out of range of any dispelling that might occur.

"I have a question, what makes you think being nice to people should instantly be dismissed as mind control? I mean I'm nice to folk all the time and I don't think I've ever been minded controled......."

Giant flind eyes sink way back into thier large sockets

"Is it happening, Is it happening right now?!?"Please tell me it isn't!!!

Ophelia tries to stay close to Liria, if anyone tries to take her away from Liria, she will fight with ALL her might to stay close to her (that can be kinda dangerous with a certain level Druid). In fact she whispers loudly enough for all to hear, "Do not worry Lady Liria, I will keep you safe." She then turns into a Polar Bear and paces around Liria and keeps away the rest of the people there, including the rest of her sisters and the rest of our group.

-Ophelia

*Blackthornes nods his head*
"yep. I've got the plan down, as long as Naruk is ok with it."
*Blackthornes Notices Ophelia's reaction to the situation imeadiately, and speaks to Liria*
"if someone else charmed Ophelia, why is she protecting you?"
*turning to the masked Gnoll*
"being "nice" to people and changing dimeanor from cautious to care free are two different things."

Ian moves away from Loreveil and toward Liria. He then uses his pipes to create as loud a voice as the pipes can manage, seemingly coming from directly in front of her.

"Stop."

Then, in a less loud but just as stern voice.
"Ophelia is protecting you. This is not the act of a mage hostile to you. You said before that you could dispel it. Do it now, or I will have NO CHOICE but to assume that you are leading us into a trap and respond accordingly."

"You have until the count of three. One... Two...."

When Liria whispers to Ophelia, she stops dead in her tracks and cocks her head to make sure she understands fully what Liria is saying. After Liria asks for Ophelia to protect her "sisters" as well she growls a 'yes' and starts circling all of the women in the group.

-Ophelia

Ohalian is rooted by indecision.

I should help them. It'll balance out all the harm I've done.
They're feinds. I can't trust them. How do I know they're telling the truth?
How do I know anyone's telling the truth?
She's telling the truth. She's so nice and wonderful... how could she be bad?
Wait. Did I really think that?
Yes. Yes I did.
Why?
It must have been that magic.
That bitch fucked with my mind!
How dare you think of her like that?!
I hope the one on the left dies a violent, horrible death.
Nothing? Good.

Ohalian is spurred into action.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP AND STAY STILL. I know you have suborned my loyalties with your magic," he says, raising his stun baton at the succubus who charmed him, "but your companions have no such protection. Now, I suggest that you stop playing us all for fools, or else your pals will meet up with Mr. Happy Fun Stick of Pain. You see, it has all these wonderful microwave and plasma emitters," he says, the end of the rod flickering with a thin blue energy as he activates it, "that are precisely tuned to activate all the pain nerves in your skin. Now, how about we all come to an agreement on employment, and you stop jerking us around."

OOC: I wouldn't be surprised if Ohalian got haf a dozen Charm Person spells thrown at him next round.

OOC: She posted this:

OOC: Sounds good to me

-Ophelia

Drek! This is escalating far too much. We're going to start attracting the attention of the law enforcement soon.

She's crying... I have to help her!
Unless she's just trying to trick me. What kind of idiot would use magic to make me like his enemies?

"Ian! I told everyone not to move. That included you, you idiot. Now, would those of you with the chests care to tell the rest of us where the portal to Baator we need is?"

My initiative roll is as follows: