To locate a plant in the wild that is appropriate to the crafting of clothing would be a per+survival roll of about 18, and even that is unlikely to locate the quantities you would need for a whole dress.
Even then whatever you make will be limited by the materials that you find- silk cannot be crafted from wild cotton or linen.
Unable to find suitable plants, Typhannie decides it's time to try and create an outfit whole with magic.
CrHe10 (Clothe the Naked Form in MoH p. 58)
Creo 9 + He 5(*2) + Int 2 + Magic Theory 4 = +25
The spell is fine, but the finesse roll will be as per craft magic rather than the lower standards listed with the spell in MOH. You do need to go ahead and roll Int+finess. Also keep in mind that this clothing will vanish at sunset.
(based on roll)
You wind up with a perfectly functional garment of average quality, though new, similar to what a craftsman's wife might have for everyday use if they had just purchased the garment.
Content with it, being no seamstress, she dons it, and heads to the estate. Time to meet her fiance...
She arrives at the estate and there is an outer wall and guardsmen who demand to know who seeks audience.
Roll per+awareness.
She tells the guards her former name, now nearly forgotten, and certainly sounding foreign to her own ears. "My name is Camille du Coucy, and I was informed that my bethroted is looking for me."
As you say this you have a sudden sense of deja vu as a sap is being swung at the back of your head.
attack of 16.
That same sense of deja vu also fueled a great rage within her. Woe betide them.
attack should have been 2 higher- forgot the bludgeon attk bonus- damage is +3, total of 11-her soak... with herbam bonus brings this down to 8, which is a medium wound, which converts to 2 fatigue levels.
Is there one assailant? and what do they look like?
And what do the guards do?
There are two assailants, and thus far the guards have done nothing. Both assailants are men of what would be described as roughly average build wearing cloaks (which help to conceal a more exact definition of their build) masquerade masks and broad brimmed hats.
This ends NOW! "Anyone who dares to try and strike me, will face death!" And with that, she calls on her strongest spell of Auram, drawing the destructive power of air into a forged strike of lightning, aimed at the one who dared to strike her.
The man goes flying backwards as smoke rises from his shirt. The second man drops his sap and runs back towards the town. On eof thehguards clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "If your ladyship would wait here, I will go to the house and announce you." The other guard is leaning on the wall, clearly unsteady.
While waiting for the guard to let her betrothed know, she went over to the dead assailant, and see what's beneath his cloak, and mask.
Behind the mask and hat is a brown haired blue eyed man with a large nose. Inside his cloak you find a bag with a quarter MP of silver in it, all from a Paris mint.
She will take the coins. If someone paid such a sum to capture her, she might as well enjoy the money, it's her bounty, she can collect and enjoy it.
She grabs the purse and the guard clears his throat as he arrives to get her attention. "His lordship will see you now" he leads the way to the manor where a doorman holds the door to a grand hall where a man who looks to be in his early 40's is waiting. "At last, here you are, my betrothed."
Looking the man over, she gives him a slight nod "Yes, I am here, despite two attempts on me, one just at your estate's gates, and your guards did nothing to help, and one near my residence, where the man you've sent to invite me either took the liberty to hire the two ruffians who assaulted me, or simply took liberty with me by taking me on the road without asking." Her anger is evident. She isn't planning, yet, to cast any spell, but she wanted to let him know that these affronts need to be addressed, or else, this will not end in a marriage.
" I see. I expect the guards did not assist given your state of dress, they assumed you to be a commoner. I will of course have them whipped still if you would like. As to Gentleman Jacobs, he will have to be dealt with more discretely, or at least indirectly. I assure you however that he will be dealt with. I did offer him a higher price to bring you himself, but to lay a hand upon you or worse to have the loborn lay a hand upon you is beyond all reason."