JiC: 1d20:  = 8 / 1d100:  = 95
Conditions: | HF (when identified as a dragon): 11 (13 w/Frills extended in Dragon Form) | Nightvision: 200ft | See Invisible (at will) | Shadow Meld (at will) | Cold/Fire 1/2 DMG | Impervious to All Forms Of Paralysis | Bio-Regen: 1d4*10 MDC/min | Sense Ley Lines/Nexuses/Dragons 20mi | Visually ID dragons within 4,000ft | Sixth Sense [Inactive, 2ISP] |
Sing: 1d100:  = 29 /45% (What's this?)
Charm: 1d100:  = 33 /109% (Get a name out of the masked one, some more information)
There's markets everywhere
Ven enters the market bare and completely on guard, she won't soon forget her time in Atlantis, a time that still makes her scales crawl. That city needs to be purged. Ven thinks to herself with a shiver of disgust. After arriving at the Roughnecks HQ, the dragoness had remained inside while the others shopped the first round. It took some convincing, but Will's extensive level of connections around Merctown eventually convinced the Dragonness to follow, and when she first arrived in the Mystic Quarter, two words escaped her lips. "What's this?" She blinks and shakes her head. There's something very wrong, there's people who're unarmed... The streets don't reek of fear, people here are free? She looks to Will questioningly and moves into the Mystic Quarter by herself, with Will following, his hands growing increasingly full of shopping bags as Ven explores more.
"What's this? What's this!?" She pause and points to two different stores before peering in. "There's people throwing credits instead of throwing heads?" She looks to the other store. "They're busy living life and absolutely no ones chained!" She practically skips to the next store outlet as Will finally finds the Dimensional bags and lightens his load considerably, now carrying two purses. "They're signs on every window, I can't believe my eyes, a place I can exist without living in fear for my life?" She finally asks, the last note practically dour as she mentally recounts what happened almost every single time she tried going to the markets in Atlantis. "What's this?" She continues on to the next store.
[The blue light]
Is a Dragon a Cat?
Ven spent a little too much time in the market place and Will eventually gave up, handing her the bag of purchased items and returning to HQ to make ready to depart. Ven takes a leisurely stroll down the chaotic (though calm to her) streets of Merctown, really just soaking in a relatively advanced city where she doesn't need to publicly fear for her life, just for being. I mean, sure, it's got its quaint features She thinks as she passes a couple gang members on one side of the street and the Defenders on the other.
Further on she notes the blue light and stops, her upper lip twitching. No, ignore it. Always happens when I'm alone. Always bad. Ooooh. Dragon. Alone. Gotta GET IT. Assholes. Just ignore it. Ven tries to tell herself and takes one more step down the walkway before sighing and stomping her foot. "Damn it." She mutters as her curiosity is piqued and turns to look at the light. When the man appears from the alley, she nods to herself. Yep. Kidnap time. She muses as the cloaked one becomes more visible. She peers at the armor with perhaps too interested a gaze before she catches herself as he speaks.
Her eyes seem to glint like a predator when he mentions her name as she listens to the message. She will test her new friend by continuing her approach and placing a single finger on his chest plate. "And why, pray tell, would I trust a masked, hooded man in an alleyway? One who has not even introduced himself." She asks, walking around him slowly before stopping back in front of him and smacking her lips once. "So many easier ways to say hello that are so much less... questionable." She adds playfully. As she awaits an answer she triggers her Telepathy: Superior to see if this individual is indeed being truthful, and what secrets he may be hiding about his employers. [Telepathy, Superior: [roll]1d100[/roll]:  = 54 /62%)Masked One wrote:You are Venenifer. I have been sent to provide transport for you to Castle Refuge. Lord Coake says that once there you will receive the hospitality of the Tomorrow Legion as you wait for the caravan with your friends to arrive. However your presence is requested for a briefing, meaning that your immediate presence is preferable. If these terms are acceptable, we can depart and be there in a matter of seconds. Do you agree to transport there now."
After his answer and her mental screening, she accepts the offer. "I expect your Lords to have the finest wine they can muster made available." She adds with a sly smiles. "There really is no better way to conduct talks." She finishes and will allow her hooded friend to lead her away.