Welcome to Gaia! ::

James raised an eyebrow to the announcers rather rude introduction, but let it slide. He then turned his attention to the count. He had a smile on, but his eyes were a little concerned. "What are we up against? It seems like your EXPECTING a fight." The sorcerer spoke in soft tones, but he couldn't quite mask ALL of his aggravation.

The half-elf raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are they looking for this wyrm? Or is this purely coincidence?" Taelka didn't really like this, but who was he to complain? He was getting coin, and he knew danger would probably be involved. But still... This man had asked for an orc, a paladin, and many different magic users to guard him on this ship. Either he was more paranoid then he should be, or James was right in suspecting things would get violent soon.

Lad rose to his feet as he saw his employer being dragged in, ready to jump in to defend him, but restrained himself when Count Drago waved. He remained on his feet as the Count approached--after all, that's what the servants had always done in his childhood--and only settled back into his seat after the Count sat.

He watches the guards on the doors during the speech, a little unnerved by the restrictions. I don't think I like this. He watches one of the guards as he shuffles nervously and then is taken to the side by a burly man. He keeps a close eye on what's going on there while he listens to the conversation around him.

"Good day, Count. I'm Justice Blackwell, archer and tracker. And, for what it's worth, at the moment I'm giving you a friendly smile." Justice does as she says, though her eyes are casting about. She is none too impressed with the way the guards are acting. With all of these important people, you'd think they'd be polite instead of bitingly rude. It's not a good sign.

{A perception check seems like a good idea....+10}

A large man in fancy clothing walks up to the table. "Evening ladies and gents. I'm going to need to seem some tickets, and I''m going to need to inspect your weapons. We only allow decorative weapons on this flight." He looked over the group. "I'm going to need that great sword ma'am. (Cley) And your arrows. (Justice) Your arrows too ma'am, though the whip and rapier are just fine. (Tehila) I'm going to need the crossbow from the half-blood (James). That entire arsenal that your holding there sir. (Hur' Oc) And your sword too sir. (Ziya)" He just nods and smiles at James and the Count.


Count drago removes eight tickets from his trousers and says, "Their names aren't on them, but they are all with me."

((I'm letting people keep certain weapons, and they aren't going far.

If you refuse though, you guys will look like the bad guys.

Perception (x2) checks all around. And he does not detect evil, though about half the guards do.

Tehila sort of smiles and quietly watches their gnome benefactor as he arrives. She didn't feel like playing with him, so she didn't have a whole lot to say. She nodded as he approached, figuring that he'd be able to pick the tiefling he'd hired out of the group at the table, assuming, of course, that he knew he'd hired a tiefling... When he obviously didn't know everyone's names, she figured she'd go ahead. "I'm Tehila of the Violet Note, sir. I suspect you hired me more for entertainment than defense."

As the burly waiter asked for everyone to turn over their weapons, Tehila chuckled. "So, let me get this straight - you don't trust us with pointy sticks, but you do trust us with pointy metal bits? I dunno... seems to me, you can't exactly take a weapon of mass destruction away from a wizard, so why take a sword away from a warrior?" She'd very much like to just charm this guy, but she figured there were too many people who might notice. "I can, actually, vouch that Cley-dear's sword is decorative. I stole her real one and hawked it some time ago." She smiles, a grin becoming of a Cheshire cat.

{Perception +9. +9, Bluff + 12, Sense Motive + 12. Jeez - I think the dice want Cley to be disarmed something awful, though at least I got a total of a 16 with the bluff. Much better than Cley, though not perfect.}

((still need 2 perception checks))

Ziya sort of looked up at the Count when he threw out his initial. "That would be Ziya, Mr. Count sir..." he said, realizing that he wasn't sure about titles and how to address people. Maybe he'd just go with 'Drago' from now on...

When the waiter began demanding weapons from several of the crew, Ziya found it rather amusing. He had all his weapons where no one could see them, and if push came to shove, he'd have a half dozen claws available within moments. Still, it'd be best if there wasn't a confrontation aboard the ship. That could get out of hand quickly... "Waiter, could I get a glass of fresh water, please? With ice, if possible?" Might as well enjoy the luxury if he could have it. He suddenly realized that the waiter was still indicating that he needed to hand over his sword, and that he'd even forgotten he had one. He handed it over without any trouble.

{2 Perception rolls, +14 each.}