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PRINCE'S COURT, SCENE 1 (Cont) For quite a while, the prince is silent as the grave, wild eyes wandering the room, analyzing everyone and thing before him - traitors most of all. He listens to your arguments, pathetic though some of them may be. For quite a while, it seems as if the Northhills are doomed. Lucky for them, Lady Eitna stepped up, her firey passion managing to take the Prince aback for a moment. Vidar, Priscilla, and Bron - sensing a winning argument - echo Lady Eitna's plan, stressing both it's practicality and mercy. After Bron's well-intentioned (if a bit oafish) plea, Prince Tormas stands. Lady Northhill shouts "I didn't know! I never, I swear, I ne-" before a Guardsman steps forward, sword in hand. The hysterical woman freezes instantly, managing to regain control of herself. Clearing his throat, the Prince seems unmoved by her display. The Court falls silent, and it's plain from his face that he's reached some sort of decision. Lady Eitne - "They'll both be spared, Eitna..." He begins, the disinterest with which he looks at you clearly a mask, "but not her. Don't you think so? How should she die?" Is that acceptable? All three of them stare desperately at you, their fates in your hands. He'll agree to your proposal, provided you agree to sentence Lady Northhill to death. Lord Sylvius - "Sylvius here - the new Prince's Justice - will carry it out, whatever you pick." Did... did he just appoint you Royal Executioner?! In charge of killing that woman? However will you escape this post? Ser Morgan - "Unless you object, Morgan?" He grins wickedly at you. "She's not a child, after all. She's a traitor." Do you believe him? What could be done to save her? Would you be willing to champion her? Lady Cordelia - "And furthermore, it's not fair your House pay their upkeep." The Prince continues, looking towards you. "They were Macaster vassals, the Macasters will pay until they're of age." His expression is cruel - you can tell he's taking pleasure in extracting payment from your family; from exerting power over you. Prince Tormas takes a string on you. Prince Levi - "As for their lands..." His gaze turns to Levi, and his grin turns to a sneer. "They'll go to a worthy house, not the Anguis." Besides you, Karin's jaw drops - practically unhinges - but she's smart enough to not object. Are you? Gain the condition [Unworthy]. Lord Tavros - "Take them from here, I'm tired of looking at them." With a wave of his hand, you have your orders. At least you're not being made to slay them. Where do you take them, and what do you say to them to make them feel better? Lady Rosemonde - "I was always going to spare them, my lady. Merely wanted to test the court." He assures you, smiling happily at his Princess. Specifically, your teats. Do you believe him? What do you think of the Northhill's fate? Lady Idren - Va Sira laughs at you behind her hand, not even bothering to stop when she notices you're looking at her. How dare she? What you said wasn't that embarrassing, was it? And the way her gaze lingers... Lady Eris - During the proceedings, Prince Tormas never once looked at you with suspicion. It seems he does indeed trust you, no matter what the opinion of his courtiers, for now. The question is - how do you plan on using that trust? Things yet to be hammered out: Who gets their lands (not Anguis) who gets their Hightown Manor, if she dies or not. Rauri fucked around with this message at 08:36 on Apr 21, 2015 |
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Levi Anguis Hot +1 | Cold +2 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Prince's Court | Conditions: Unworthy You miserable little piece of- I steel my nerves, staring back at the prince. "As you see fit, your Grace." I take a seat next to my sister, silently fuming. That rotten brat; he's high on his own power, arbitrarily making proclamations as the whim takes him. Even his father would make a better ruler than he would be. There is at least one bright side to this. The prince seems to be debating who to give the lands to, meaning he may not give them to the Macasters. That would be a glorious turn of fate, another family's holdings poking holes in their lands. Weakening the Macaster's grip on our kingdom and putting them at odds with another great house would be ideal, at least with Aunt Naja getting her land back herself no longer an option. At least, not immediately; in the future, perhaps something could still be done to fix that. We merely need to wait a little longer. As for the prince... He can be dealt with. In time; now, I have to focus my gaze elsewhere, because I cannot stand to look at his weaselly little face. Patience is a Virtue: 2d6+2 = 9. The prince takes the condition "snake food". It's going to be there a while. Marking XP for rolling Cold.
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Apr 21, 2015 02:48
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 Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Prince's Court | Conditions: not as nice as you think, petty, blamed Cordelia had a smile on her face as the announcement was made, even as the Prince taunted her with his power over her. Once he had finished, the raven haired woman stood up quietly, her hands in in front of her stomach, held gently. Her voice was still honeyed, almost sickeningly so after that display, "Of course, my lord, my family would be happy to pay for the family's needs, it is our duty as their liege to make amends for their mistakes. However, our loss of the Northhill lands will be rather severe on our coffers for a few months." She bowed her head deeply, a sad expression on her face. "This, of course, means that we may not be capable of fulfilling a few of your requests. I only remember a few off the top of my head but - the statue of your Grace, the foreign warhorses we were to acquire for you, the wines we had pledged for your coronation ceremony, and... ah, of course, the fine new silks you wished for your bedchambers." She listed them off quickly, obviously having memorized the list, "As well as a few lesser orders may need to be put aside for some time, my Liege. We simply will not be capable of providing the requested objects in a timely manner, while dealing with the fallout of losing a vassal territory." Her voice was perfectly solemn, as if she personally regretted every word she said. "Of course, should you, my Liege, purchase these goods - and perhaps make promised payments from previous dates - we will of course still be able to deliver them on time... but our capability of giving gifts will, sadly, be lessened." There was no need to be explicit about it - everyone in the Court had heard of the massive loans the Prince had taken from the Macaster family, that totaled more than what the Crown tended to collect in a year, "If we could, perhaps, keep these lands and someone skilled in the governing in them, however, these gifts could certainly be made a priority - and some of your prior gifts could be left at that? An unsubtle glance was given towards the woman on trial, as she made the mention of 'someone skilled in governing'. Rolling Hot to Manipulate NPC 2d6+2: 11
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Apr 21, 2015 03:09
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 Hot -1 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: The Prince's Court | Conditions: humiliated “I am honored to accept the position, my Prince. I will dispense true justice throughout the land.” Maybe this is a good thing. With this position of power, I can begin to enact real change. People won't have to suffer in jail or be tortured under my watch. I can free everyone imprisoned for unjust cause and I will not have to kill anyone. But it is unbelievable that the blood of the father and husband of this family has not even dried yet, and already the vultures of this court are deciding who gets to feast on his remains. Once I have secured my power, circuses like this will no longer be acceptable. For now, I will note carefully how this plays out, and strike them when the time is right, as Lady Eris suggested.
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Apr 21, 2015 03:31
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 Hot: -1 | Cold: 1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 2 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Toy Court | Conditions: None I stood and nodded to the prince's retorts, and listened to Cordelia's rebuttal to the fee. I found it odd that so little a wage was so important to her, but I would only guess that it was a tactic to get what she really wanted out of it. This was going to be important, and most of all dangerous. I looked down to Morgan and wondered if he was going to champion this woman's cause or if his duty to his Lord overcame his sense like it does in all men. I did not want to ponder that thought further as I curtsied as low as I could to the prince and came up smiling to start my speech. My voice was low as I said very gravely. "I am not aware of her faults, My Lord. That she bed with a traitor, should be enough. I would take her children and let them only know of the honorable and nobleness of their house. I thank you for your graciousness as well for giving me back from Lady Cordelia what these would cost. I must say though I would not want to delay your Lord's pleasures for a matter so simple and crude. I would always be willing to home and pay for them, it is nothing to me but a trifle. Nor do I wish her lands, they mean nothing to me, but I do wish to do my lord a service." I said moving forward a bit, "In my homeland, if we were to find a traitor, we would let them speak and then test them by fire. Fire purifies and cleanses and only the gods could grant her safety if that was their wish. I would humbly request not only that she be given the same, but not here in this room, but at your Lordship's Tournament. Only then will people see the price for traitors, I think it best at least a public display if your power will cause them any further chance of traitorous feelings." I curtsied and pulled back, "I of course will humbly submit to your desire. I will shelter the children and when you ride into combat my Lord, they both will be your most loyal knights." I smiled again and then took my seat. My hands slipped to Keelin's and our fingers intertwined as she knew what I was hoping that would occur, and perhaps may come about. Rolling to manipulate the prince into delaying the execution for a more public spectacle: <Axe-man> !roll 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Axe-man, 9-1 = 8 Axe-man fucked around with this message at 03:36 on Apr 21, 2015 |
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Apr 21, 2015 03:33
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Rosemonde Pernel Hot +2 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Prince's Court | Conditions: None Once my Prince lays out his decree, and such a wise one, I let out a small breath of relief. In my heart I knew that his noble heart would see fit to spare the innocent children, but as courtier after courtier rose to give increasingly feeble arguments, I had started to grow worried. Nobility aside, I knew that accepting a weak argument would make my prince look weak, and the family of traitors could rarely hope to recieve such a lenient sentence as the surviving Northhill's had received. I lean over again to give his hand another squeeze, beaming back at him and unintentionally giving him an even better view down my dress. The children would live and one of the Lothiers, an old friend of our house was being granted an honorable position at court! The response of the the other courtiers takes be aback however, with the Macaster making an impassioned plea for the lands, does she truly value every coin so highly that she would refuse to let any go? Anguis and Lothier respond appropriately, but Lady Eitna's suggestion is dreadful beyond words. Hold Steady [19:45] godfish !r 2d6-1 [19:45] Krysmbot godfish, 4-1 = 3 Unable to contain myself, I let out a strangled gasp, pointing at Eitna with a shaking hand and a pale face. "H-how could you?! Burning alive??? Yo-you're a monster!" Shut Down Eitna [19:51] godfish !r 2d6-1 [19:51] Krysmbot godfish, 7-1 = 6 Bumping that to an 8 with Mess with Me, Mess with Him Swapping conditions, giving Eitna the condition Witch "My Prince would never do something so horrible, even to a traitor! If my Prince burns anyone here it should be you for even suggesting such a thing you witch!"
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Apr 21, 2015 03:55
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 Hot +2 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Prince's Court -> Queen's Memorial garden | Conditions: None I remain agog at the horror-show playing before me; so ill-at-heart am I that I nearly miss the Prince's decision. My expression shifts to one of pity for Lord Sylvius. A gentle man, he, or so he has seemed from our first meeting. I could have spared him this. I would have had him from the room were it not for Eris. My blood sings at the injustice of it, burns with frustration at my powerlessness. A pox on Lady Eris. I replace my blank facade, even as I'm inwardly vowing to see her pay for this travesty. Slowly I rise, inclining my head to my Prince. Ever the dutiful one, I; though I'd like to remain, to see the end of this mess, it is equally vital to shelter the children from the coming fate of their mother, whatever it may be. "As you will, your highness," I say evenly, once more exiting the dais. I escort the children from the room as the Court sets about discussing their mother's inevitable demise, my brow set grimly. As horrid as it may be, the woman did deserve her fate. To be wedded to a traitor plants a seed of disloyalty, whether knowing or non. It's like her thoughts have been tainted by such poisonous enmity. Like putting down a rabid dog, so spoke my father when I questioned the practice as a child. There's aught else to be done. True, too, that the young ones were tainted. But youth does not become set in its ways. It is plastic, moldable, easily sculpted into another shape. Such a display as this may have served to blight the well, though. Their fate may be as sealed as their poor mother's. Only time will tell. I lead them to one of the inner gardens. Walled on all sides and secluded, it was replanted to honour the late Queen; some of the flowering shrubs yet bloomed, even into the autumn, but most were headed quickly for dormancy. A marble statue of Tacitaea stands in the center, her head bowed and veiled in, delicately-carved fingers shielding her grief-stricken gaze. The goddess of silence and mourning, she, among other things; it seemed as well a place as any to take the children to. They could weep openly, here, without fear of chastisement, which the younger immediately indulges. The elder's fixed me with the sort of hateful glare only a child can muster. I do not altogether blame him. I'm not really sure what to say to them. I feel no guilt -- my Prince would neither lie, nor act without reason, whatever they say about him -- and yet I still mourn alongside them, for the inevitable loss of their mother and their innocence. 'Tis a shame their father chose to dishonour them so, though I daren't say that. A line that tactless would have the child hunting me down for vengeance once he was old enough to carry a blade. But the silence carried an expectant weight, and in time I dared to break it. "Terrible things were done today," I say softly (even the sniffling one looks up at me once I speak), "and for that I'm truly sorry. Your father was likely an honourable man, acting as he believed was right. Not a one of us takes joy in his death." Here I'm putting the Prince's expression out of mind. There are implications best not thought about in 't. "I'm saddened by the loss of a good man who couldn't see any other path. I know it doesn't change anything, but I'm ... I'm deeply sorry that this happened. I kneel down to their eye-level. "But your mother needs you to be strong -- both of you. For her, and for yourselves. Your father was a strong man, even if he was in the wrong. Let his strength be yours, now; that's the gift every father passes down to his sons." Manipulate impressionable children: 2d6+2 11 Trying to shift their opinion on the whole situation, if it wasn't obvious in the narrative~
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Apr 21, 2015 05:51
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 Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Toy Court | Conditions: Unfit for Duty Eris listens with a pretense of thoughtfulness to the various attempts to sway the Prince's professed judgement in a way more favorable to one courtier or another. Lady Eitna, at least, seems to have grasped the reality of their present situation, and given the look in her eyes, she may even be concocting a deeper plan than she gives voice to. But even she only focuses upon the incidental circumstances rather than the core of the issue. It might be that they all need schooling in the proper way to advise the future King. Eris would show the Prince that he was wise to place his trust in her. And she could even offer him -- and the rest of them, for that matter -- a lesson in the bloody history of the Malbrechts while she was at it. "Traditionally," Eris begins with an expansive gesture, "traitors were given over to the spike, where they would slowly spill out their lifeblood over many long and painful hours -- or days, if they were strong of body and spirit." As she shares her impressive knowledge with the noble assemblage, she can't help but lock eyes with the horrified Lady Northhill, until the latter finally looks away, shaking visibly. "What is more," she continues, "additional iron pokers were often employed, depending on whether the severity of the offense warranted further punishment prior to death. Through all this, those consigned to the spike were publicly displayed in shackles, for the edification of the rest of the Kingdom. Afterward, their kin were not permitted to claim their remains; instead, the bodies were merely thrown into the city's rubbish pits to be consumed by the crows, dogs, and other vermin." Now directing her words specifically towards Tormas, she continues, "Above all creatures, the fabled Manticore is rightly known for being fearsome to its enemies; even so, it does not have the wisdom and discernment that a man has, to separate the truly guilty from those who have been victims of traitorous blood, even as Your Grace has been. You have already executed justice upon one such, while still offering grace to those others innocents victimized by the violence of Lord Northhill. And you have passed sentence on yet another traitor, as is your right -- nay, your duty. Some have expressed a desire to spare the life of Lady Northhill, while others, equally wise and sincere, have expressed a desire for innovation in the administration of public justice." She pauses briefly, offering an approving nod to both Cordelia and Eitna. And then, after a preamble as gory as it was florid, Eris finally reaches the climax of her utterance. "But I say to you this: Northhill is guilty of a far greater offense than an assault upon your person…he has sought the life of the future King of Madral! The entire Kingdom is at stake, and the entire Kindgom must know of it! There is far too small an audience present here for Your Grace's proclamations of judgement, fitting as they may be! I urge you, Your Grace, take this matter to the King at once! The ferocious defense of the most valued Heir to the Throne that will no doubt be expressed in his judgement should be shouted from the tallest towers and carried abroad by the swiftest couriers in the Malbrecht's service, not merely carried out in a manner such that only a few will come to know of the fate that traitors to Your Grace should expect!" This may be news to some of you, but I desire actual justice in this regard -- I'm not a monster! Well, technically I am. Though it might sound like I'm buttering him up, that is all just some necessary ego-stroking before actually to trying to make him stop and think and ultimately to take this most serious of matters to the proper authorities, rather than rashly proclaiming death sentences on people. Of course, if Tormas's argument holds up, then he'll still get to implement whichever plan of his assembled courtiers seems best to him, but that's not really the point just now. Shutting Down Tormas, rolling Dark: Talking Some Sense Into Tormas: 2d6+2 13. Giving Tormas the Condition: Out of Line. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 06:57 on Apr 21, 2015 |
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PRINCE'S COURT, Scene 1 (Conclusion) Before he rises to speak, the Prince fixes Rosemonde with a curious expression. While one of his courtiers still speaks, his quietly informs her that "I'll burn whoever I'd like..." The Prince, amazingly enough, seems bored. You've all spoken for far too long, or the adrenaline's worn off, or something. He issues his decision, over Lady Eris's earlier objections. Provided Lady Eitna agree, Lady Northhill will be burned by Sylvius and Eitna - personally - on the Princess's Nameday, at his Tourney, before the sight of gods and men. The Northill lands will remain with the Macasters. The children will be taken in by House ó Braonáin, their expenses (vastly overestimated by the Prince) taken care of by the Macasters. With all that hashed out, and it now well post noon, and therefore it's time for him to eat. Supplicants and justice seekers can come back tomorrow - he stands again, gesturing to Ser Tymon of the Kingsguard to join him, and then, after a moment, Lady Rosemonde as well. Ser Morgan - The Prince interrupted your chance to speak in the Lady Northhill's defense, but your bravery was appreciated by at least Vidar Albendroth. As you retake your usual place on the bench, the giant man claps you on the back with a hand like an anvil. He booms his voice as quietly as possible. "Remind me to never bluff against you, Little Candle! Ha!" Despite the somewhat demeaning moniker, it's clear it's meant affectionately. Lady Idren - Perhaps Va Sira is smarter than you anticipated. While she may not have minded laughing at you, she also fled the court mere seconds after, slipping out suspiciously easy. Doesn't look like anyone else noticed, somehow... Sorry you two, got impatient on my next post. Enjoy a free hint or two to make up for it. Scene 2 Well, looks like you have the rest of the day free, barring obligations demanded by your House and station. The day's not grown any less sunny and brilliant while you were cooped up in the Keep, far from it - Danu herself seems to be smiling down at the capital. Training Grounds The training grounds are rarely empty, but if anything, they're almost overcrowded now - lots of knights and squires preparing for the Tournament, it would seem. The Albendroths (Vidar and Brandt) are both there, along with some hulking warriors wearing their house colors, though they mostly seem to have secluded themselves to a corner of the yard. Ser Morgan - Lyle's rather wisely declined to practice today. It doesn't take you long to notice Brandt in paticular seems to be observing you closely. Fagin's here too, scoring hit after hit with the lance in practice against one of the dummies. Do either of them challenge you, or someone else seek you out? Lady Eitna - You don't have all that long before the Princess's Nameday, and it's the Lughnasadh today, so you have your duties on top of needing to research a new hex. Yet you're here, Ser Tavros - The children were greatly relieved by your actions, one of them, the boy of eight (Marcus Northhill), Promising to be brave to you. Your heart buoyed by the small bit of kindness you were able to show them, you find your practice swings to be as sure and true as ever. Is there anyone you'd like to spar against? Or best to conceal your capabilities? ROYAL SOLARIUM Located in the wing of the capital reserved solely for Royalty, you'd both be impressed if you hadn't been here before - Rosemonde more than Eris, admittedly. Ser Tymon of the Kingsguard is present, guarding His Grace. The bright light reflects in amazing, perhaps even magical, patterns - never enough to blind you, but always enough to dazzle and distract. The table is laden with food, and servants bustle too and fro at the Prince's every whim. There are places set out for both Princess Zyra and the regent, but for now it's just the three of you. Plus the servants, but who counts them? Lady Rosemonde - Your sweet prince seems altogether different than earlier - calmer, more stable. What dish did he have the royal chefs prepare specifically for you? Is he comfortable discussing your engagement in front of Lady Eris? Why is she even here, anyways? Lady Eris - No seat provided or offered to you, so I guess lunch is off the table - not that you really need any, eh? Do you carefully observe your prince and his empty-headed trophy, or fixate on more important matters? How can someone so stupid have so much more sway than you? Grand Gardens Huge, magnificent, and seldom traveled. These spacious (and, curiously easy to sneak about in) gardens are well maintained despite their infrequent usage. While the talk of demons and ghosts is surely all talk, spies and assassins are certainly more of a legitimate threat. Lord Sylvius - Finally free of that wretched court, you almost immediately notice a single black rose amongst the glorious foliage. Strange, you'd never noticed it before. Maybe it's meant for you? What's more, you're not alone. There's Lady Cordelia, her minions, and... it seems that you're not alone in stalking her. Whose got their eyes on her that she's failed to notice? Do you alert either of them to your presence? Lady Cordelia - "I'll make him eat that rose." Gwen swears, your other handmaidens still giggling over her anger. Wholly used to getting your way in all things, interacting with Prince Tormas must be a chore. What do you plan to do to make yourself feel better? Other than toy with Anna, anyways, since she seems to have gotten it into her head that she's your newest Handmaiden. Laughing a second or three too late, at least she's trying, right? At least Diana thinks so. "Awww... Cordi, c'mon. We'll get her a dress with one of our house colours. Walk around everywhere, pretend she's your younger sister and make everyone bow down to her, It'll be, uh," the word she's too polite to say is hilarious. Sound like a plan? Prince Levi - "I was thinking..." Karin begins, having all but dragged you into the Gardens to discuss her 'plans'. "If he asked me in front of the court, that'd be best... C'mon Levi!" Watching your expression, she adds "I won't tell Grandma or Aunt Naja you messed up, that's fair?" Karin's spending a string on you, and offering you 1 XP to alter your earlier agreement - now Morgan's gotta ask her in front of the court. Accept? That aside, it seems Lady Idren's here as well, and she's got a visitor. Has they noticed the pair of you yet? Time for some eavesdropping, or is she beneath your notice? What do you think of her, anyways? 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Hot -1 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Grand Gardens | Conditions: So, I am to execute Lady Northhill in front of the tournament then? This could be very good or very bad for my plans. Either way, no one will forget what is going to happen. Those children will not be made orphans, at least not without a reckoning to be had for it. In the meantime, I can stroll through the gardens and lose myself in them, hidden from all eyes. It is incredible how peaceful this place is. It provides a sharp contrast to all the human chaos surrounding it. Though perhaps it is only I who am at peace here, now that I am free of other people. The plants and creatures around me are, after all, still struggling for life, killing each other just to survive. What a perfect metaphor for my predicament. That was such a grueling ordeal on so many levels. I embarrassed myself in front of the whole court, spoke so oddly to the wonderful Lord Tavros, and was then pressed into being an executioner for these petty, murderous lordlings. It makes me sick. Then, three things I notice, almost at once. Lady Cordelia and her friends, strolling through a nearby garden path chatting, are first. I want to go to them and apologize for my behavior, but the wounds from court, literal and figurative, are still too fresh. I cannot bear to throw myself into their blinding presence again so soon. Second, I see the Lady Va Sira, not strolling. No, it is more like she is also watching Lady Cordelia. Why could that be? No doubt for political intrigue of some sort. I am just about to go out and speak to the newcomer in my... in our gardens, when the third thing catches my notice. It brings me to a complete halt. A black rose, noticeable because it is the only plant not shining in the sun. Like me, it stands alone among others that can fit in so much more easily. It is meant for me. I reach out and tenderly caress the petals of this unique kindred spirit. I stare into the center of it, feeling my sight, my hearing, my touch and taste being drawn into its world... Rolling to Gaze Into the Abyss, in particular about Va Sira and/or Cordelia. <Krysmbot> Klingon, 9+2 = 11 Marking XP for rolling Dark Choosing: the visions cure me, removing the humiliated condition, and the visions show me what I must do, carrying 1 forward to do it
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Apr 21, 2015 09:00
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Gardens | Conditions: I smiled softly at Gwendolyn's anger, moving to put a hand on my best friend's shoulder comfortingly, "Please, Gwendolyn, there's no need to be crass about it. He clearly had never seen anyone half as beautiful as you." For once my smile was one hundred percent honest in its sweetness, as I comforted my friend. Even as I glanced to Sylvius, I kept up my smile - while not exactly in the most intelligent of manners, he did try to save those innocent children, rather than try to curry favor with the Prince, like many minor nobles would. Speaking of minor nobles whom were of no moral upstanding, I frowned as I spotted Lady Idren across the garden from me, "At the very least he didn't act like he was better than trying to protect children, unlike little Ms. Trying Too Hard. Really, does she not realize how foolish she looks, being so garish?" With a quick motion in my neck, I alerted my friends to her, tilting my head that way. Anna was... trying, certainly, and I had to smile at that eagerness in following her betters. It was, however, quite clear that she was even less proper than Diana herself, in terms of knowing how to act as a handmaiden. I giggled softly as she seemed to miss what I was talking about, looking around the gardens rather... dimly, no sense of tact. It provided a good moment to whisper with the others, Diana in particular, over the idea, "Girls, please, I know the past few days have been rather boring, all the bards preparing for the big party and what not, but we can't just throw away the poor girl for a quick joke. Besides, is it not right for us to let her try and improve herself? For us to... Groom her, to propriety." I giggled softly at that, and Anna seemed to notice, coming closer to where we were whispering looking oh so confused as to what I was giggling at, "Anna," my voice was sweet as sugar, "is this your first time in the capital? Would you like us to help you blend in a little more? Or show you around?" I didn't have a real ulterior motive - the girl was cute in her own naive way, and I was bored after all. I certainly didn't want to prove that I was correct and proper, after having the Prince try and talk down to me - not that his belief that he could do so lasted long. I would have to discuss the idea of giving Talia's family the lands with my father, the day before the Princess' Nameday - my parents were both expected to arrive then. I wanted to mention doing this to her, but I didn't want to risk her becoming upset if it did not work out. The lands would not be nearly as wealthy as her family's previous ones, but it would be better than how they had to live now. I'd like to remove the condition 'not as nice as you think' on the basis of her honest defense of the children in previous posts. Because I didn't know how the MC removing them worked back then. KittyEmpress fucked around with this message at 15:51 on Apr 21, 2015 |
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: While I would normally be willing to go to any lengths to accompany the Prince throughout the more private moments of his day, I must say that, presently, his company is an "honor" I could do without. At least I am rid of the bothersome Malleus, constantly hovering about and noting every misstep of mine as if he were Mother's judgemental spirit encased in sallow flesh. But even his absence holds little joy for me as I am forced to witness Rosemonde gazing at her Prince like a moonstruck calf, and he in turn lapping up her misbegotten affection like a starving mongrel. Their nauseating display intrudes upon my vastly more important ruminations, which at the moment consist primarily of: are these salad forks sufficiently sharp, that I might put out my own eyes and finally cease observing the two young fools? For that is what they are, without a doubt. Tormas is a fool, and he delights in the company of fools. He has shown as much by spurning my two 10 up's in a row carefully-considered advice out of hand. As the pathetically mewling lovers drone on, I find myself lost within my own bitter, brooding mind, circling and circling like a predator around a single consideration: how might I fashion the prince into a better tool? The issue is not his trust in me, I decide, it's in his heeding. Does he only respond to base physical lust? I pray not, for the thought of offering myself to him is less appealing than disemboweling myself with the aforementioned salad fork. There must be some other way to break through his narcissism, I assure myself, or at the very least to use it to ensure his compliance. Mother says that psychological torture is the best means of creating pliant subjects, with physical torture a close second. That thought finally brings a smile to my face, though it is short lived, as the unlikelihood of actually being able to apply such measures to Tormas asserts itself cruelly athwart my dreams. But what's the harm in dreams…? Gazing into the Abyss: Lost Within My Own Bitter, Brooding Mind: 2d6+2 10. I will Cure my Condition: Unfit for Duty, and Carry 1 forward on...attempts to manipulate and/or seduce the Prince? Marking XP for rolling Dark. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 12:02 on Apr 21, 2015 |
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 2 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Toy Court -> Training Grounds | Conditions: Witch Biting my tongue was very hard to do, but it had to happen, sadly. I looked at Rosemonde and gave a fiery glare, but turned my attention to the prince for his proclamation. After a hesitating and few gulps, I agreed to do a burning. It wasn't a good idea, but it was the only way I could attempt to save the poor woman. I felt a bit responsible since if I had been more persuasive she would be with her children now. It dragged on me seriously, but I sincerely thought that I could get her out of it alive, despite the horribleness involved. I only had four days to figure it out too, but I was sure I could do it. I just had too. And yet with all that guilt and preparations, here I was watching Morgan be a excellent warrior with his sword. I figured my mother was right, that eventually it was strike me. I've had many close friends but never a lover! Well, not really lover yet, I suppose, but at the very least a champion. Of course, I am not one to get the attentions for Sires, they tended to go for the ones with more flare, or at the very least avoid the ones that tended to be in constant rituals. Being a priestess is something that is both feared and misunderstood and the fact that I was going to be one was quickly spread throughout the noble court. Most people are not understanding about such things, of course Morgan has no idea what a Seeker is, which I could hopefully use to go to the tournament with him. I noticed him look to me and raise his sword. I waved to Morgan with a emerald ribbon in my hand that I had intended to give him. "I would love to Sire Morgan!" And there it was, he noticed I was here! This was brilliant! That is why he is perfect for at least a champion, very attentive and very thoughtful and totally chivalrous. Not to mention is very impressive sword, I had never seen it up close, but something just spoke to me about it. "If you win of course Morgan, I would love to give you a prize for your victory!" I say giving a bit of a smile and leaning against the railing. Tossing my hair behind me in a swift motion and that revealed more of my face and long graceful neck along my very pretty golden embroiled green dress. Attempting to turn on Morgan, <Axe-man> !roll 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Axe-man, 9-1 = 8 Success! I was actually hoping to fail that for more one sided love comedy, but +1 xp Axe-man fucked around with this message at 05:38 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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 Hot +0 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 0/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Gardens | Conditions: None It's already been rather a trying day. I dis my best to smile at Va Sira's laughter in the court, but could think of no rebuttal before she slipped away. Leaving me to gape like a child, tongue-tied! I've always had trouble speaking to that inscrutable grin. I must take pains to find her soon; it rankles sorely not knowing what someone thinks of me. And then those fool guards wouldn't let me up the spire! That bald-headed squire dared to call me "girl"! Ooh, I nearly slapped him right then and there, but I imagine such as him would enjoy such an experience. So it is with some difficulty that I remain polite when Lady Darnell finds me reading furiously in the gardens and stops to take chocolate with me. Her family are powerful, and I've no reason to antagonize a potential ally. In any case, she's pleasant enough; she cares about two things, fashion and horse-breeding (her family's specialty, I gather), but is polite enough to converse lightly on other topics. Unlike some people. We make small talk for a time, but soon turn to matters of business. Specifically, the business of the Prince's Pet. It seems dear Priscilla still recalls the insult done to her fabulous hairstyle some weeks prior, and wishes revenge. My attention is drawn to her current style, which is quite plain, except for a single braid down the side, as if purely out of spite. I smile conspiratorially, and shift forward slightly in my chair. Revenge is a foolish endeavor, but if that's what she wants then I shall generously accept the burden of profiting off of her pettiness. "I can tell you certain facts regarding our dear friend... oh, yes, Rosa. Or perhaps you'd prefer I take a more... active approach?" I have an ulterior motive here, as well. Such a talkative girl must know something of value; perhaps it might slip out on accident? I'm considering this a ceremony, so let's get down to bargaining. I'll offer her my string on Rosa; if she wants it then she can make me an offer. If she wants something else, the table is open. During the converstaion, I'll try and get her to reveal what she knows about Rosemonde: Manipulate Priscilla: 2d6+0 9. megane fucked around with this message at 01:47 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +2 | Dark -1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Training Ground | Conditions: None Am I blushing? No, it's just the sun on my face. Definitely that. I cough a little into my fist as Lady Eitna makes far too much of me. I am intensely aware of the gazes of the other knights in the yard, especially Fagin's and Tavros's, who are both looking at me much too intently. "Well, it seems we have an audience," I tell Brandt. "Let's make this look good." And I dive forward, lunging down and below his guard in the classic-- ---I trip and land fast-first in the yard's dust. Morgan is attempting to give Lady Eitna what she thinks she wants: a spectacle Turning Someone On: 2d6+1 3 orokos is the bane of my existence.
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Levi Anguis Hot +1 | Cold +2 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Grand Gardens | Conditions: Unworthy As the two of us leave the court, my thoughts shift from the prince to the Lady Northhill. Despite the machinations of the others saving her children (there is no way that Tormas had intended to spare them, though even if he did, subjecting them to all that was unforgivable in and of itself), she was sentenced to death. By burning, no less; after everything ó Braonáin said to try to have her spared, she suggested a particularly brutal method of execution. Was that simply her religion, or... There was almost certainly something more to that. It seemed mad, but you can't simply dismiss what happens in court, even the prince's silly little court, as simple madness. Even if the nobility consisted of more than a few mad people. In the garden, I take a seat as Karin begins to talk, setting my sketch board on my lap; while I use it to take notes of important happenings in court, I also draw somewhat often. "I wouldn't say I 'messed up'; the prince is spiteful and arbitrary. The moment he saw a chance to lord his power over us, he took it. Not that it matters; we haven't lost anything here, as we had no reason to expect to obtain those old lands of ours any time soon. If anything, this could be an opportunity." This isn't idle bluster, either; there are several ways to approach this situation. For one, the Macasters were unlikely to hold on to the land themselves; they would probably give it to some new vassals of theirs, who may be easier to deal with than the Northhills would have been. Alternatively, I could take the more direct option and speak to the regent; if Tormas hadn't gotten his uncle's permission for that little show, then his redistribution of the titles is not valid. And Islav, for all his flaws, wasn't as capricious as his nephew, and may not see fit to leave the lands in the care of two children barely halfway to being of age and with no family to take care of them; not only was there a good chance that the lands would be distributed to the next rightful owner who could actually manage them (that is, my aunt), but it would show that petulant brat that for all he swings his sword he has no real power until the crown is on his head and the throne under his rear end. ..."No living relatives". Lady Northhill is not dead yet; if I were to go to Islav over this now, her execution would likely be declared invalid as well. With her alive to watch over her children and manage the lands until they come of age, it is almost guaranteed that they would retain the land. To get a real chance at obtaining for my family what is rightfully ours, I would have to let Lady Northhill be burned alive. I shake my head, looking around the garden instead. Over there is the Macaster girl, her sycophants, and... Well, it seems Anna Lambrick is still with them, trying to be a part of their group. With questionable success; she kept awkwardly bumping into the others and was plainly unused to attempting to be a handmaiden. That could be amusing; while they seemed to be enjoying her presence so far, sooner or later she would get to them. Though, while I would not want to put up with her, I don't wish any ill will on Lambrick either; hopefully, when they inevitably get tired of her, they don't hurt her feelings too badly. Given the earlier commotion between them and Lothier, though... Casting my gaze elsewhere, I see Idren Kosir, speaking to Priscilla Darnell. That is an unusual meeting; Kosir doesn't seem the sort to put up with girls like her. The reverse is a surprise as well; given the Kosirs' origins, many families regard them as not true nobility and treat them with disdain. But that is how they are; they spit on names old and new alike if they think they can get away with it. A mistake; Kosir seems capable, and, given the general regard for her house, is likely lacking in allies. It would be worth approaching her at some point, extending her a hand few others will. I am curious what those two are discussing, but thoughts of the prince, the Northhills, and my family keep floating through my head. Sighing, I look back to Karin. "All that aside, well, I can ask him. I cannot promise that he'll accept, but... If I approach him right, I believe I have a chance. I'll speak to him later; after what happened with the prince, he likely needs some time to recover. You saw how he took the possible execution of those children." As I finish what I'm saying, I look back down to my paper and begin to draw; while I have something I intend to have finished soon, these are mostly unrelated to that, simply practice sketches. While I draw, my mind begins to wander, recalling the events of earlier today, and going to other areas besides. Taking the XP. Oh, it's going to be fun talking to Morgan later. Gaze Into the Abyss: 2d6-1 = 4. This is probably going to be fun too. Another XP marked for rolling Dark.
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Scene 2 (cont) Grand Gardens Lord Sylvius - The petals of the black rose seem to swirl in the breeze towards the center, drawing your gaze into the peculiar flower's heart. Even with the sun almost directly overhead, there's strange lights and shadows at work within the flower, casting their images briefly before fading away. Two in particular stand out to you - a figure with two bloody crowns on her head, and dozens bowing down before her. One eye looks to the future, gleaming and hungry. The other, to the past, red tears running down her face. A thousand knives swarm around her, and the second shadow seems to lurk behind them. It notices you, and- You snap back to reality, shaking your heard, unaware how long you'd stood transfixed. Still thinking over what just happened, you barely notice the Rose fall from its vine, enough of a breeze springing up to carry the flower into your hand. Perhaps it truly was meant for you? +1 Forward to warning Cordelia she's in danger, or +1 Forward to assisting Va Sira in harming her. Lady Cordelia - "Oh no! I've been here, for, uh..." She pauses for a second, and you can tell she'd be using her fingers to count if you and the other handmaidens weren't there. "Four years." She seems unsure about this, but nods her head and agrees with herself anyways. "I haven't made many friends though, Brother always says it's because I'm simple." Seemingly unaware that this isn't the sort of thing you share with people you don't really know, she adds. "He's mean." While Anna shares more than she should with you, you can't help but notice one of the members of the Royal Court - the Regent's One, not the joke one you're in - is in the gardens as well. One of your father's vassals, actually. Who is it? Do they notice you? Do you say anything to them? Agree with your condition removal. Lady Idren - If you hoped Lady Priscilla would be wholly untalented at this sort of thing, you're out of luck. Idly playing with her braided strand, the two of you chat for quite some time, carefully saying very little - at least initially. Gradually she opens up, but only while trying to tease out information from you. "It's still a big secret, but she's engaged to the Prince! It's so unfair; I bet she keeps her hair down because it's so hard to fix proper styles after you've let the stable boys tumble you! Like she does!" As you continue your conversation, it turns out she doesn't just want revenge on Rosemonde, even if that's her primary concern - she thinks the two of you might have a lot in common. If not friends, at least you could be allies? Priscilla is offering two strings on herself, in exchange for your string on Rosemonde and one on you. Prince Levi - Distracted by Karin - who's taking great delights in leaping out from the bushes and scaring any servants she spies carrying food or drink - and your own thoughts on the Prince's dismal behavior and Lady Northhill's impending execution, you're barely even aware of what you're sketching. A lady, unburned by fire, gasping in surprise and delight - but with a dark blade sticking out of her neck all the same. Seemingly tired of her game, Karin returns. "What'd you draw?" She starts to reach for your pad, determined to skip a step and just see for herself. ROYAL SOLARIUM Lady Eris - Staring off into space, all manner of morbid synapses firing despite your undeath, it's easy to daydream up various ways to condition the Prince. You can tell he craves people thinking he's strong - not the Prince, not the Crown, but he himself... You imagine the two of you standing over a writhing figure - it begs for mercy, for it's life, but you and your Prince have already decided its fate. As it's writhing stops, yours and the Prince's begins... "Lady Eris?" You dimly hear Ser Tymon inquire, quietly enough that the Prince can't hear you. "Is everything alright?" Is that affection in his eyes? Take +1 Forward to seducing Prince Tormas. Lady Rosemonde - (grab two actions in your next post, provided they're not both PvP or anything like that. Same prompt as before, fine dining with ~The Prince~.) Training Grounds Ser Morgan - Ouch. Tripping into the dirt would be embarrassing enough if you were on your own, but with all these people around? To make matters worse, Brandt doesn't exactly seem as honorable as his brother. The second you stumble, the slender man's training-sword arcs out in a flash, sending it slamming down on the back of your right shoulder. He paces away after, content with only a single attack on your prone form. Eitna's right up against the edge of the yard, seemingly hesitating on whether or not she should put a stop to your and Brandt's sparring. Do you want her to? Take 1 Harm from Brandt. A real sword would've done 2. Ser Tavros - Ouch. That hurt just to watch, and you're far from the only one that saw it. Most are too polite to laugh, but that doesn't apply to the Albendroth's, excepting Vidar. Fagin seems most amused as well, but a figure standing beside him - a warrior, clad in all black armor, one you've never seen before - simply watches Morgan and Brandt with a sneer. Do you do anything to help your friend somehow, or would you rather investigate this strange newcomer? Lady Eitna - Ouch. Your champion seems to have ended up in the dirt a little earlier than anticipated. Making your way through the crowd is easy, despite the spectacle - knights and lords are more than happy to make room for a pretty girl and her companion. Reaching the edge of the area where Brandt and Morgan are sparring, you could probably put a stop to things. Are you willing to see Morgan potentially hurt again? 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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Volatile +2 | Dark -1 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Training Ground | Conditions: None I drag myself to my feet. I don't begrudge Brandt the blow; that only fair. Or if not fair, then realistic. Unlike some at the keep, I've been to actual war. A lot worse than that can happen to you if you slip up. I approach Brandt more warily, trying to draw him out with words. "You don't speak much, do you? Does that come from being Vidar's brother? Because... yeah, I can see that." I dart in fast, aiming a blow that he easily catches on his shield. I counter-spin using my own momentum, aiming another blow... that he easily catches on his shield. He's fast. This is rapidly getting a lot worse than merely looking bad in front of the Lady. quote:OKShark Lashing Out Physically
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Hot +0 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Grand Gardens | Conditions: None I'll be honest: I enjoy my conversation with Priscilla. Though neither of us would say as such out loud, nevertheless each contrives to make it clear what she desires, and soon enough we have come to an accord. She proffers her information first -- whether by mistake, or as a show of good faith, I care not. So I reciprocate, taking her hand in mine. "It is so nice to meet someone here who doesn't immediately spurn me because of my family. I almost wish they knew some of the things that are truly questionable about my family; it might make the... discussions more interesting! My grandfather, for instance: an outlaw! The king put a bounty on his head! But no, they say we don't 'respect tradition,' because of course commoners have no traditions to speak of." I scoff into my chocolate, then give her a smile -- a real one this time -- as I stand to take my leave. "I most enjoyed talking with you, my dear; I do hope to have the pleasure of your company once more." Accepting her proposal. I stroll for a while through the gardens, descending past the entrance to the hedge maze and into the network of shaded corridors below, where tiny purple flowers line the winding paths. I get rather caught up in my thoughts, and almost don't notice before I round the corner to find the Macaster girl speaking with an elderly courtier with whom I'm unacquainted. "Ah, what luck to find you here, my dear Lady Cordelia! I had hoped to have a word with you. ...in private. If possible." I glance pointedly and dismissively at her hangers-on, who appear to have multiplied whilst my eyes were elsewhere. As far as I recall I have literally never seen them apart; I would be staggered if she accepted my offer. Not least of all because I should then have to contrive some reason for asking. Shut down Cordelia: 2d6+1 8 which should be a 7 due to the Shield. I'll give her the condition co-dependent, and she can give me one.
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Gardens | Conditions: Codependent, petty, blamed I had only been talking to Lord Bern for a few moments - mostly idle chatter, though he did invite me to join his family for dinner tonight, if I wanted to hear more about how the Court actually went. I didn't have any real plans, so I of course curtsied before the lord, sweetly bowing my head as I spoke, "Of course, Lord Bren, it would be an honor to dine with your wife and youngest son. How ha-." Unfortunately, my sentence was cut short, as the tactless woman from Court came up to me again. Inwardly, I bit at my lip as it happened, perhaps the woman was truly trying to aim for me, and wasn't simply trying to tease? How sad for her, to have such foolish thoughts, I bowed my head to Lord Bren for another moment, "Please excuse the interruption Lord Bren, it appears I have an admirer from Court. I shall see you for dinner tonight, however. Gwendolyn, Talia, Diana, please keep the Lord company in my absence." Regardless of how tactless it was, this at least saved me from an hour plus of the Lord rambling to me, long after he had already invited me to dinner. Applying Condition - 'Admires Women' to Idren Thus it was a soft genuine smile I gave as I turned to the lady Kosir, whom I recognized from her insults mainly - I did not know much of her family. Regardless, I happily moved a hand to the woman's upper arm, keeping the sweet smile up as I spoke, "If you'd like a moment with me, I'm quite fine with providing that time for you. After the trying events of the day, I think many of us could use comfort and conversation with each other, could we not? I would prefer to stay in the garden, but there is plenty of room for us to speak~." Turning on Idren. 2d6+2: 9 Utilizing her newfound condition to raise to 10. KittyEmpress fucked around with this message at 04:24 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Hot +0 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Grand Gardens | Conditions: admires women She - she actually accepted? Suddenly having her standing so close, feeling her fingers upon my arm, sends a strange chill up my spine. Her eyes looking up into mine, the scent of her lavender perfume... I quickly avert my gaze so she can't see the reddening of my cheeks. "I, I, well, I, yes. Let us stroll past the pond, if it please you!" Curse my worthless tongue, say something! "It is, it is certainly nice to see you! W-without your handmaidens, I mean. J-just the two of us, here, alone in the gar-" Oh gods what am I saying. Turn on Cordelia: 2d6+1 4 using codependent.
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Apr 22, 2015 04:44
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 4/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: As Rosemonde natters on about the scene she made at court, Eris has finally had enough. Even if she did not actually desire the Prince, Eris could at the very least demonstrate to Rose how a seduction should really be performed. Perhaps she would finally get the Prince to follow her direction -- and if this enraged Rose, so much the better. Ignoring Ser Tymon's solicitous concern, she comes around the table to stand so close to the Prince that her gown brushes up against him. She begins with what could pass for excitement, if one were not truly paying attention, "Your Grace, I have pondered long and hard upon your request for a mighty engine of war to thrust your knights across a battlefield and Leaning over so that her body presses against the Prince's arm, she places her hands upon the table, motioning with one of them to trace the outline of her homeland. "As you of course know, the d'Montaignes are beset upon our western sea by Zhurean corsairs, and upon our eastern sea by Albendroth barbarians. Your Grace's forebears saw fit to station elements of the Imperial Navy along our maritime borders to ensure the safety of the kingdom's most loyal House, and to protect the free flow of trade with the rest of the Kingdom. But you clearly have the vision for so much more than merely defending what is yours…I believe that one of the siege engineers serving in the north has recently returned to Centerstone; I will require his services to enact your bold and revolutionary plan for the slaying of your enemies." Looking down, Eris notices that she had "accidentally" placed her other hand directly on the Prince's knife. In the midst of Seducing Tormas: 2d6+1 4. Carrying one forward and making use of his "Out of Line" Condition still only bumps this to a 6. I was thinking that taking 1 Harm could further boost my roll, but that requires Tormas being as into blood as I presume... Marking XP for Hot. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 05:05 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Hot -1 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 4/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Grand Gardens | Conditions: none “Thank you, my friend,” I tell the black rose as I tuck it safely into the breast pocket of my surcoat. I should stay hidden and try to determine exactly what Lady Va Sira intends to do, but I just heard the Ladies Cordelia and Idren talking about going off alone. I must not allow that to happen! It is too late for me to stop the handmaidens from leaving, but they would be in danger if they stayed anyway. I wait until they have left before I carefully sneak out of my hiding place and begin walking briskly toward Lady Cordelia. I have to keep up the appearance that everything is well, lest the assassin get suspicious. I know Lady Idren is still there, but roses have never led me astray. I must swallow my fear. Once I near the pair of ladies, I stop and bow a respectful distance away. “Lady Cordelia, Lady Idren, good day to you both. I must deeply apologize for my earlier indiscretion at Court. It was not your fault at all.” I let my gaze rest upon Lady Cordelia's face specifically now, thankful that I took a second earlier to clean the dried blood from my face, leaving my appearance pristine and handsome. “I know I do not deserve your forgiveness, Lady Cordelia,” I say to her deeply and calmly, “but please allow me a moment of your time. It is very important.” Absolving Cordelia of the blamed condition, and marking xp for it.
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Scene 2 (cont) ROYAL SOLARIUM Lady Rosemonde - "My lady can question me, occasionally... Just not in front of anyone else, ever." How generous of him. He watches you carefully, for confirmation that you understand and agree. After you do - because lets face it, you're going to - what scandalous thing does he say about you in response to Lady Eris's words, in front of her and Ser Tymon? How do you respond? Lady Eris - The Prince does seem excited, but sadly not about you. That's strange, your books implied that should've worked. He takes a step away from you, but spares you a humiliating comment. Your siege engineer, though... "Eris, go and fetch him. I want him to get started right away! We'll be here when you get back." How humiliating! Well, at least he's excited about your ideas, anyways. And you're smart enough to know you've got a time limit; he's not actually going to wait for you. What do you do? Training Grounds Ser Morgan - Brandt managed to land a second blow after catching your attempted attack with his shield, the blade striking you harshly on the temple. For a second or two you blackout from the sudden pain, but managed to keep your feet. Training swords or not, you can feel blood running down the side of your face. Lady Eitna jumps between you and Brandt - even though she's trying to help, she's mostly just making a bigger spectacle out of your poor performance. How are you going to try and salvage the situation, especially with your arm stiff and your head spinning? Take another harm. Lady Eitna - Brandt seems incensed that you're interfering. Squaring his shoulders and regarding you coldly, he points towards the training swords with his blade. "Grab one, or leave." He doesn't move to attack either you or Morgan yet, but you can tell he wants to quite badly. Do you leave your friend, grab a training sword and try your luck, or something else? If you stay with Morgan without retrieving a training sword, take 1 Harm from Brandt's sword, unless you prevent it somehow. Ser Tavros - Perhaps you could save the day? Ser Morgan and Lady Eitna categorically don't have things under control. Grand Gardens Lord Sylvius - You guys Lady Cordelia - just keep Lady Idren - doing what Prince Levi - you're doing. Rauri fucked around with this message at 05:13 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Apr 22, 2015 05:00
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Hot: -1 | Cold: 1 | Volatile: -1 | Dark: 2 Exp: 4/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Training Ground | Conditions: Witch I looked up at Brandt and give a sneer, I didn't need a blade to be who I was. I was Eitna, the first flame of my people. A hundred women warriors are my lineage, I would not let this small little man out do me or threaten me! I wouldn't sully my own honor by crossing a sword with him either, this was personal and Morgan would not suffer because of me. Just like that woman is suffering and fearing for her life because of me. Just as those children that are now in lavish quarters not eating meals and wanting only there mother, no. Enough was enough. I stood up against him and took the blow to shoulder as I moved forward to him. Looking Brandt, in the eye, I let loose my punch and land squarely on his nose. My hand felt like it had hit a wall, but I kept following through with all my might against the man. I didn't care if he hurt me, I just wanted to hurt that petty little man at his game. Shaking my hand, I looked him still with his training sword. "I don't need a sword to fight." I said looking in his eyes defiantly, "I said this was OVER. Now, get out of here before I have to beat you with my bare fists. Never think that a Braonáin won't fight back!" I shouted at him, pointing toward the direction of the barracks. Turning away from him for a moment, "Please give me a moment Sire Morgan, I am sure this will be over with in a moment." Giving a rather obvious fake smile and then turning back with a sneer on my face toward this false Sire. Using Volatile to Lash out at Sire Brandt, <Axe-man> !roll 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Axe-man, 10-1 = 9 Lets get metal!  Allowing him to give Eitna harm if he wants too, and taking one from his initial blow. Using Hot to try to unintentionally turn on Morgan, <Axe-man> !roll 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Axe-man, 4-1 = 3 So Eitna: Good at being awesome, bad at the sexy. Axe-man fucked around with this message at 05:39 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Apr 22, 2015 05:30
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Gardens | Conditions: Codependent, petty, I didn't blush at all as the blonde overly ornate woman did so, as she rambled on about where we should go. Instead, I took her by the hand - in a purely friendly manner, of course - and began leading her through the garden. Unfortunately, it was only a few steps before we were stopped by Lord Sylvius. Again I had gotten someone into my hands to toy with, and again I was being interrupted. Oh, he was apologizing, as he should, but I couldn't stop myself as I stepped forwards towards the man, an arm raising up as I did so, "Twice you've interrupte-." But as I stepped forward, as my heel hit the ground, I could feel what was about to happen - barely audible, the heel snapped, and I lost my balance, still moving forward towards Lord Sylvius, but now with my whole body falling. It wasn't graceful, it wasn't beautiful or sweet, but I let out a bit of a loud squeak of fear as I hurdled towards the ground. Of course, the rose-eyed man clearly would catch me, and much to my embarrassment, I wouldn't be able to put on bravado, as I whispered something to him "...thankyou... clearly the Gods intend for me to forgive you." was all I could mutter, held against the man's chest, slowly trying to stand, even with the missing heel, to get my face off of the man's torso. Lashing out on Sylvius 2d6-1: 1 Marking XP for Volatile
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Apr 22, 2015 05:36
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Hot -1 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 0/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Grand Gardens | Conditions: none “I know,” I say in my quiet, silky voice. As I hold Lady Cordelia to my chest, she can hear that voice against her ear. “One day soon I shall repay you for everything I have done. But first, I have to tell you something...” I begin whispering so that Lady Idren will not hear. “I believe there is someone in this garden who means you harm. But do not worry! I will protect you. Just let me stay with you and Lady Idren, if it pleases you, and you will be perfectly safe. Trust me.” I flash my best smile at Cordelia as my lithe, toned arms hoist her back onto her feet in one strong motion. “Ladies,” I say, “if you do not have any plans this afternoon, would you like to go for a walk with me? I know this garden well. I can show you the most beautiful lilies in the kingdom, in a pond that always shines with alchemical light...” Rolling to turn Cordelia on, <Krysmbot> Klingon, 6-1 = 5 ...Marking XP for rolling Hot, at least. Using my +1 forward to warn her of danger, I can bring that up to a 6. And since I could be construed as enabling Cordi's reliance on other people, her codependent condition could be tagged, which would make this a partial success. Whether I succeed or not, I advance! I'm going to take Vengeful with it.
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Apr 22, 2015 06:27
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Hot +0 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: The Grand Gardens | Conditions: admires women Thank the Eight above, a distraction. I bite my lip to keep from laughing when Cordelia literally throws herself into Sylvius' arms. I start to speak, but then... looking at them there, embracing, whispering to each other, I suddenly feel... I feel... I cannot say. Something twists within my heart, and the giddiness of a few seconds ago drains away. The few steps between myself and them are as a thousand miles. What am I doing? As though she -- or he for that matter -- are even paying attention to me out of anything but politeness. Lord Sylvius even asks me to accompany them, but I can hear within his words the true message, what he means but cannot say: leave us be, fool, we wish to enjoy each others company without a hateful scorpion like you ruining the evening. "I... thank you for the offer." I say, dropping a curtsey. "But perhaps some other time. Lord Lothier, Lady Macaster. En-enjoy the evening." And I turn to slip away into the depths of the gardens. Gaze into the Abyss: 2d6+1 3 megane fucked around with this message at 06:44 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Apr 22, 2015 06:42
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Gardens | Conditions: Codependent, petty, He held me so close to him, and I could feel my face become flushed with embarrassment, I could feel the heat on my cheeks, and I was certain he could feel the same upon his chest from the closeness. I was so distracted that it took me a few moments for me to realize what he was saying, as he lifted me back to stand, even on my broken heel I managed to keep balance, an arm still holding to him as I muttered quietly, "C-catching me and warning me of danger, you've done more than enough to earn my forgiveness, I can promise that..." My voice cracked a little as I whispered, and I bit at my lip, it was so embarrassing - normally my friends would have caught me, would have protected me. Promising forgiveness for past actions to Sylvius And suddenly the overly ornate Kosir girl whom I had intended to spend an hour or two with was storming off, all I could do with my broken heel call out, "Y-you needn't go, Lady Kosir!" I caught myself, biting a lip again, goodness, what am I thinking, a warning of an assassin and I am worrying over some little toy. I did shift, to try and stand without being held up, using only the toe of my broken shoe - luckily my heels were not so large as to make that impossible at least for a short time. "I... ah..." I shook my head at the offer to stay however, even if I wanted to, "I was invited to dine with Lord Bren this eve... Perhaps another day we might see these lilies? But please, do tell me more, why is someone seeking to hurt me...?" I wanted to ask if it was the Prince, if he wished for my head for protecting those children and fighting back against him, but... I couldn't do that, not here. And then it hit me, like a knife to the gut, "L-Lord Lothier, my friends, they're with Lord Bren but... what if they wander off and whoever gets to them. We have to go find them, please." I couldn't risk it, I couldn't lose my friends to an assassin, not like this. KittyEmpress fucked around with this message at 06:59 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Apr 22, 2015 06:56
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Rosemonde Pernel Hot +2 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 1/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Lunch with ~my prince~ | Conditions: None "Of course my prince, I understand!" I beam at him, and now with the matter out of the way, start to shift the conversation towards a more pleasant matter than my mistakes in court, but before I can do much, Lady Eris jumps in with some talk about a catapult or knights or something? I can't really follow whatever nonsense she's talking about, and spend the entire time glaring daggers at her, especially once she starts bleeding all of the lunch! I lunge forward and grab the platter of Spotted Dick the prince had prepared especially for my, my absolute favorite dish, and move it to the other side of the table from her. After dismissing her, but before Eris has left the room, the Prince turns to me with a smile, reaching out to take my hand, and says rather too loudly if it was meant to be a private aside, "If she didn't have a good head on her shoulders she wouldn't have any assets worth bothering with, not like you, my lady." I might have tried to express to her some sympathy, or even upbraid the maker of the comment if it had come from anyone but my prince, but as it is I can barely contain myself, my cheeks flushed crimson with happiness at his words, and don't even realize she could hear it. Hold Steady to avoid succumbing to the Prince's flattery (+1 to win his favor) marking xp for cold [22:55] godfish !r 2d6 [22:55] Krysmbot godfish, 3 = 3 My dress suddenly feels very hot, and I can feel my heart beating away in my chest like mad, before the world starts to go all woozy and I swoon backwards in my chair. Taking Unashamed from the Fae book for my first Advance, marking experience for Excuses are my Armor GodFish fucked around with this message at 07:05 on Apr 22, 2015 |
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Apr 22, 2015 06:58
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Hot +1 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 4/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Free at last! | Conditions: None Thank the Eight I am free of those two! Eris nearly exclaims aloud as she rushes from the Solarium. She tries not to think about the Prince's actions as a rebuff of her advances. So focused is she on ignoring the implications of his command to her that for a long time she forgets to apply pressure to her wound. It is only the throbbing of her hand that brings her back to her senses. Gazing at the trail of blood behind her, she stops to stanches the flow with the sleeve of her robe (it is already the color of blood, of course, so there is no noticeable stain), before hurrying on to her destination. "Malleus!" she calls out as she enters the wing of the Great Keep reserved for the d'Monaignes while they are at Court. Surprised that Eris actually wishes his presence, with a quizzical expression he raises his eyes from…whatever it was he was doing, it didnt' matter. "The Prince has requested the presence of Ser…Ser… you know, the Imperial siege engineer who just returned to Centerstone from his post among the d'Montaignes at Snowsedge. The man is to build the Prince a mighty siege engine. Mother did not tell me whether he has been formally discharged yet, but I presume he is either within the barracks with his fellows or within the War Chambers of the Admiralty doing…war…things. Please see to it that he meets me in the Great Keep's library, where I will be…dilligently studying the Prince's plans in anticipation of his arrival." Having given her command, Eris waits impatiently for Malleus to comply. Manipulating Malleus: Obey Me, Man!: 2d6+1 10
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Hot +2 | Cold -1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +1 Exp: 2/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Training Grounds | Conditions: None My attention is drawn, briefly, by a knight I don't recognize. I ought to introduce myself to him, really -- it's proper to know all the faces on the grounds, for security reasons if nothing else. I don't like the look on his face, though. Perhaps I can do it once Ser Morgan's fight is over -- -- but when I look back at the mock-duel, Ser Morgan is in a bad way (I think I spy a trickle of blood), and ... so is Lady Eitna? What sort of honorless mongrel would strike an unarmed woman, practice sword or no? I'm once again aflame inside; before I know what I'm doing, I've my own practice blade drawn and am headed for the group, standing as tall as my stature allows -- though the righteousness of my cause makes my presence feel larger than it is. I lunge between the larger fighter -- Brandt, I think his name is -- and the wounded pair. "You will cease this at once!" My blade flashes and I've struck him. I can feel the force of the blow ringing up my arm; had it been a true blade, there's no question he'd have fallen from it. Lash Out Physically: 2d6-1 7 Taking "They can harm you for free, if they want"; marking XP for rolling Volatile
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Hot -1 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark +2 Exp: 0/5 | Harm 1/4 | Location: Grand Gardens | Conditions: none As I withdraw my hands from Lady Cordelia's torso, my fingertips brush hers for an instant. My smile grows at her words. I knew there was a good heart within her. It is the people around her who drive her to negative actions. I see that now. “You are too kind to me, my Lady,” I tell her. “As for the danger you may be in, I chanced to see Lady Va Sira in the garden earlier, watching you with a murderous intent in her eyes. After the way she acted in court, I feared she may wish you ill.” I offer Lady Cordelia my arm. “In any case, if you do not have time for a garden walk now, will you at least do me the honor of accompanying you until you are once again in the company of others? That should dissuade them from attempting anything. After we part, I will do my best to discern what this person means to do to you, and why.” Just then I wince as the size of my grin causes the rose thorns to scrape against the wounds in my eye, causing a fresh stream of blood to trickle out from under the patch. “Hmm? Oh hells... Do not worry about me, Lady Cordelia. I can wait until you are safe before I tend to this wound. It is an old one, and I have seen it far worse than this.” I laugh softly, trying to reassure her. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as it would hurt to see her come to harm as a result of my cowardice.
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Hot +2 | Cold +1 | Volatile -1 | Dark -1 Exp: 3/5 | Harm 0/4 | Location: Gardens | Conditions: Codependent, petty, I frowned up at Sylvius as he ignored my question, only to see the blood dripping from his eye, unable to contain a bit of a frown at that. I didn't have the time to tend to this, when my friends could be in danger. I lifted my feet off the ground one after another, and pulled my slippers off my feet one after another, my hand moving to grab at Lord Sylvius' own, not able to mind how dirty the ground was, "Come on, we'll be safer with a bigger group. And I need to protect my friends." I couldn't drag the man, I didn't attempt to pull him with me by force, but I could easily let go of his hand. It hadn't been that long since we left Lord Bren, and with how long winded he was, clearly they'd still be there, and that wouldn't be a long walk in the least. poo poo post, but whatever. Dragging Sylvius to get back toher gang
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