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  pre:Man, Light Skin, Luxurious Clothing, Striking Face, Arresting Eyes, Quick Hands, Toned Body Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 1-Wound Radiant passion: When you make a show and display of passion—anguish, desire, fury, any— No one who can see you can do anything but watch. You command their absolute attention. If you choose, you can exempt individual people, by name. Hypnotic: When you have time and solitude with someone, they become fixated upon you. Roll+hot. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7-9, hold 2. They can spend your hold, 1 for 1, by: • Giving you something you want. • Acting as your eyes and ears. • Fighting to protect or champion you. • Doing what you ask them to do. For NPCs, while you have hold over them they simply can’t act against you. For PCs, instead, any time you like you can spend your hold, 1 for 1: • They distract themselves with the thought of you. They’re going into danger. • They inspire themselves with the thought of you. They take +1 right now. On a miss, they hold 2 over you, on the exact same terms. A magical spell that strikes your enemy’s heart as with skewers of glass (thrown, ignores armor) A slim and jewel-hilted sword (deadly: in the yard) A magical spell that, cast in darkness, hides you from the view of both friend and enemy, until once you speak aloud. A polished silver mirror, backed with cavorting figures in inlaid gold. Coins or goods worth 2 keep. Siroko +1 Xie +2 The Captain +1 Captain Foo fucked around with this message at 18:34 on Apr 10, 2018 |
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It's too early for this. It's too bright for this. Am I even wearing pants? Yes, okay. "Sure," I mumble. "Gimme a minute." A cool breeze rustles the room, which feels nice. I gather my rings and other belongings. I begin to ask the fancier guard a question. "Chief Marle, did the Lady..." and then I notice something. I look back to the bed, then return to the chief. It's a bit easier to see clearly in the morning light, despite the hangover. "Marle. You didn't tell me you had a brother." I sigh. I hope Rafa stays asleep for a while longer, or this will get worse than it needs to. A vessel of water makes itself known to me on the desk, and I pour a bit of it into my hand and splash my face. "Chief, did the Lady provide any indication what all this was about?" It's been a few days since the Feast, I'd have expected any complaints to have found their way to me by now. Another deep breath. "Very well, lead the way." I tighten the buckle on my thin cape, and follow the Lady's guards out of the room. Hopefully Rafa understands why I'm not here when he wakes. At the least, someone he trusts should be able to corroborate. Heh. -1 keep; Greycrag is fine but it's best to keep some glint your pockets for when you really need it. Hypnotic: Rafa (Hot): 2d6+2 8. Holding 2. Captain Foo fucked around with this message at 20:00 on Jan 20, 2018 |
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I step forward, of course, and make the traditional short bow and formal greeting: "Lady Greycrag, humbly it is I, Pentaviso." Protocol is sometimes called for, after all. And I'm pretty sure that I don't want more wine right now, but I want to grossly insult the Lady far less. "I would like to apologize for my perceived shyness, My Lady. The Second Archon's soiree last night was a spectacle, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. And the morning comes quickly." A small smile, whether or not she can see it. "How may I be of service, My Lady?"
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Jan 21, 2018 02:37
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This calls for clear thinking. That being said, clear thinking is not really my strength right about now, with the blood vessels in my head still pounding. "My Lady," I reply, "as I'm sure you'll recall, while I may have been the guest of honor at that dinner, I was not in either House's particularly good graces by the end. I am somewhat familiar with their original feud, yes." It somewhat pains me to admit this, but, "I suspect their rift has deepened because of me." I take another sip of wine. Quite small, just enough not to insult. "I'm sure there's a number of the Houses, especially out in Broken Tooth, that still carry their squabble over me." I take a step forward, and pull a smile to my face. "Just one question, My Lady. What are you driving at? Your guards and constables are more than capable of keeping any small disturbances down, and neither Telmatin nor Entremar are powerful enough to sustain real war this far from their homes. What are you really trying to find out?" Reading the Lady Greycrag: 2d6+2 9 What does your character wish I’d do?
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Jan 23, 2018 03:15
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I'm not sure I can hold the bemused expression off my face. I'm not happy to see Xie, but I'm not not happy to see her, either. Her presence here is surprising, her method of entrance rather less so. "Sucle rie," I say, and gesture. Protocol; I am passing my right on the floor to her as I slide subtly to the side. What's she want?
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Jan 24, 2018 04:35
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My eyes close briefly and I exhale sharply through my nose, exasperated, as the Lady calls for the guards. I begin to speak to her, but Xie, surprisingly, beats me to the punch. I bury my face in my palm as she begins to explain her thoughts, thoughts of me and my abilities. The exasperation continues. Through my fingers I can see the guards freeze. I wait for the Lady's response. This plan has more angles to it than I suspected Xie capable of.
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Jan 25, 2018 02:51
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"Well I'm sure you've wanted to do that since at least this morning," I growl quietly in Marle's face. I turn to Xie and get in her face as well. "You," and yet I can't maintain even the half-anger, "you, son of a cur! I'll see you at the south gate in half an hour." And then I'm off, checking my nose and face with my hands. I don't think I'm bleeding, though. That's good. I hear the clank of some armor. "Don't loving follow me," I spit back down the hall. "Rafa," I say softly when I return to the room. Looking at the room, now well lit by the sun, I realize the hangover has faded, but the pounding in my head has been replaced by the throbbing in my face. "Sorry for the noisy morning; believe me I didn't expect this to happen." I run my fingers through his hair. "I'm going to Broken Tooth after a bit of an argument with the Lady." I like Rafa well enough, but he doesn't need to know. "I'm sure I'll be back soon enough," and as if to punctuate, I don't really pull all of my things out of the room, only a bit of jewels and my traveling scarf and I strap on my sword. Then I prepare to leave the tower, and meet Xie at the south gate.
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Jan 25, 2018 20:59
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1-Wound | 0-Armor | 1-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 Gazing out over the crashing waves, I look over the boats, dinghys, and those vessels that deign to call themselves ships. Quickly, I reach a conclusion, though truthfully it was probably somewhat predetermined. "I don't trust anyone except Captain Tikorn out on the Infinite Sea," I tell Xie, "not even across the so-called Slumbering Bay." So I hassle the various traders and merchants, looking for someone to gather equipment from, escort our small party (if and only if the price is right, Xie is more than capable and I'm no slouch myself), and ideally, pay us for a courier contract to Broken Tooth.
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Jan 29, 2018 16:52
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1-Wound | 0-Armor | 1-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I have a sneaking suspicion that Katarin's not taking exactly what she's saying she's taking - if she doesn't usually need guards, why now? Regardless, "we'll take that deal, Katarin." I'm sure Xie and I can handle whatever errant banditry comes along, if any at all. I see her dagger at her waist; at least she knows to put on the image of not being harmless. More likely, she knows how to use the thing, but ideally, Xie could end any threats before they even start. The more the day develops, the more I'm happy to see her. Hm. "How long of a journey do you anticipate, Katarin? It has been some time since I've traveled to Broken Tooth."
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Jan 30, 2018 18:16
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1-Wound | 0-Armor | 1-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 The sun is setting but it's still warm, and that's punctuated by the sweat dripping down my chest as I set posts and tie off some of our ropes. Katarin and Xie seem to be having an interesting conversation, I can tell that much. Their body language is notably different. Maybe Xie's finally done playing the holier-than-thou queen and warming up to Katarin? I must say, as my vision floats towards the barrels of trade goods she's - we're - carting, that would make this trip a bit more pleasant. Walking over to the barrels, I make sure they're still lashed as best I can, though I am certainly no teamster. I do give them a quick shake and and look, and see if I can spot anything awry, but it's really best to not know. I jump back down from the cart, small rocks crunching beneath my boots. The two women are still chatting, and I haul another post to its spot.
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Feb 1, 2018 18:08
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1-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 It's rather early for this, but the pre-dawn patrol sees a lot of ghosts. And at least we're getting close enough that Broken Tooth is staking a claim. Drawing myself up, I walk towards the guards to meet them. Not aggressively, but we're not trying to be pushovers, either. "Can I help you, guardians?"
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Feb 2, 2018 18:51
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1-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 All this worry about Katarin's potential contraband, and it's Xie's head I needed to be concerned about. I try to keep the confusion and frustration off my face as I approach the tall guard calmly, but look past him. I'm in control of this situation. I keep an eye on Katarin, but I don't think she'll bolt. "Now look," I say to the tall guard, "I'm not going to tell you how to do your job, but I am going to strongly suggest something, especially given that this is likely due to a misunderstanding. If you're really planning on arresting Xie, here, you'd probably do best to let this merchant caravan complete its trade mission, under escort, and that way everyone will reach Broken Tooth safely." I look at Xie, who hasn't yet decided what exactly she's going to do. "Otherwise, I'd expect you'd want to join your two other troops in attempting to arrest she Who Walks Again, and let the two of us who aren't your concern finish our business." I shrug. "Your call, guardian." Manipulating the Guards (Xie will likely kill you): 2d6+2 10 Captain Foo fucked around with this message at 04:20 on Feb 7, 2018 |
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1-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 Well it seems the Broken Toothers have some loyalty issues, drat. "Defend yourself," I shout to Katarin as I reach for my weapons. In my right hand, a fine blade crafted by a smith whose name has been lost to me across the abyss of my first death. In the left, I reach for the ethereal black sands. As they swirl and harden, I raise the shards, and I can tell this guard sees the obsidian glint. I am no Xie, but I can be a force to be reckoned with. Choose wisely, guardian. Holding off the guards: 2d6+0 8 You deny an enemy the chance to move or act freely. You buy an ally the liberty to move or act freely.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 Through the pain and wincing I see Katarin, not a fighter at all, at least not before this moment. "Thank you, Lady. Uia adonso." I owe her. So then there are three of us. Me, wounded, Katarin, scarred, Xie....Xie. "I'll be all right," I force out. The same cannot be said for these guards, if that's who they truly are. "The guilty one here is the woman with the ruined face," I say to Xie and Katarin and to nobody. Gesturing out with my good arm, I let the shards disperse back into the sands, casting dust over the fallen. "Broken Tooth has some traitors they need to root out, and I'm betting we're going to get stuck right in the thick of it."
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 "I would doubt showing up in Broken Tooth with the uniforms of their guards would endear us to the rest of the city, Xie." I have to disagree with the warrior. A wind picks up, more intense than earlier. Still a warm wind, though. "We should be on our way soon, though." I pull myself to my feet, and then offer Katarin a hand up. I would suspect she'd like to get back to the wagon and away from the corpse.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 "We'll let you off in the shadows, if that's what you prefer," I say to Xie. Then I look at Katarin, who seems to be regaining at least a bit of composure. "But the Lady and I have a job to complete and I'd probably be better off finding a salveseller than picking up a shovel, you know?"
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 2-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I smile at Xie, somewhat weakly. The pain is steady. "Let's head into the city, then." I consider Katarin's statement. "Well, our paths aren't diverging just yet." I force a chuckle. It hurts.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 "It's been ah, a..." and I look down at my injured shoulder and back to Katarin's dagger, "a pleasure? traveling with you." I thank her for the map, and tell her to see me before she leaves town again, if she likes. It's me, I explain, she'll be able to find me. There's no telling how long I'll be here, but if she's got a route back to Greycrag, that might just be the right move. As she goes, I orient myself in Broken Tooth - it's not that hard to do, the map is decent and the tower is the very definition of unmissable. Then, I head towards The Sky Illuminated with Stars. I hurt.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x o o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I get right to the point. The Sky Illuminated with Stars is an unusual figure, even by my standards, but I'm not entirely sure I can deal with whatever these implications are right now. "My shoulder has been injured," I say simply, and adjust my traveling cloak to expose the wound. "When I was hurt, the Lady Katarin of Bolevar directed me to find you once we had arrived in Broken Tooth." I wait expectantly. Their turn, I suppose.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x x o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 Insults, or commentary from a mind clearly different? "I was stabbed in an attack on our caravan on the way to the city," I explain matter-of-factly. "The Lady sent me your way because she said she knew you, though there are many other healers in the city." I look at the shifting form, in front of me, and am somewhat unable to tell whether they're shifting in and out of focus or that's just the impression they're trying to give. "I would assume she thinks highly of your talents." And yet, something seems off. I try to steel what energy I have left, and scrutinize the inscrutable. Reading the Sky...: 2d6+2 9 Holding 1.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x x o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I tell The Sky Illuminated With Stars of our small wagon. I tell them of our stop by the guards, of the issuance of a warrant that the accused did not know of. I tell them of the surprise attack of, seemingly, guard on guard. I tell them of the swift combat that occurred, and how I was stabbed defending myself. I tell them how Katarin saved my life. And all the while, I am focused on a hint of more human behavior and reaction. Come on, what's really going on here? Spending 1-hold. What is The Sky Illuminate With Stars really feeling?
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x x o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 Something is wrong here, it really is. And yet, Katarin saved my life. Would she do that only to feed me to some sort of demon? No, I do not think truly think so, not with the look in her eyes and her reactions. So I will wait, and let The Sky Illuminated With Stars do what they will. They are unsettling, and unusual, even for this second life. And something occurs to me. "How long have you been here in Broken Tooth, The Sky Illuminated With Stars?" Just. Making. Small. Talk.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x x o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I slide over to where The Sky Illuminated With Stars indicates, and prepare for them to treat my shoulder. "I haven't been dead all that long, really," I confess, "About two years." And then something they have said registers with me. "You lived here before you were dead? Strange, I have met no one that is truly from here, everyone is from another realm." I keep staring at the Sky Illuminated With Stars, wondering which voice will come next. But now I'm lost. "For what reasons would an injured person be less interested in you than a healthy person?"
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x x o o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 Perhaps I have been slightly delirious after all, as I thought it was clear I was allowing The Sky Illuminated With Stars to treat me. Perhaps their very presence is disorienting. Regardless, I nod, and sit where they ask.
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3-Wound | 0-Armor | 3-Keep | x x x o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I do not understand. Perhaps, in time, I will. There is something more to this world, it is not just an afterlife. It is not just another life. Does anyone really understand? Grasping Blindly Outwards: 2d6-1 8
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 0-Wound | 0-Armor | 0-Keep | x x x o o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I have been staying at various inns and taverns, often trading a place to stay for a few nights for a show or two for the establishment's patrons. Easy trade, but boring. Rather unexpectedly boring. I have grown accustomed, it seems to swapping stories and intrigue with the power brokers in the cities, and not the working class. Grown accustomed. That was the life I knew before, though, and it was lucky(?) that I was able to fall into again, after I died. With the city in chaos, there's no hub of power, no one in control, no court to hold that I may entertain. Anarchy. And yet anarchy at the highest levels seems to matter little to the city's blood. The tension is building, and soon people will have to choose sides. Hopefully, we will be able to leave before then. It begins with the ladies and lords, and trickles down. The highly educated, and then the merchants, and then, only in the end, the trades and artisans. And then the merchants, which brings me here. The merchants are moving. Katarin tells me so, and while she may be a bit distracted tonight, she knows her livelihood well. I consider all she's told me, and start rolling a plan over in my head. If the merchants want to form a power bloc, then they'll need a leader capable of leading it from all directions. Soldiers they are not, and a bloodthirsty guild leader won't help. But I'll need more information from Katarin, more detailed information, and it doesn't seem like I'm going to find it tonight. What I have found, though, is a much more pleasant bed, and much more pleasant company, than I've found the past few weeks. I finish my drink and let Katarin tow me to the door. 1-keep on lifestyle, and paying off The Sky Illuminated With Stars.
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0-Wound | 0-Armor | 0-Keep | x x x x o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 I slam down the glass, mouth still full of water, then swallow. An explosion? Bombs? "Easy easy easy, Katarin;" I say as I move to calm her. "We're safe in the immediate," which is true. Not our building that exploded. I don't know how long we'll be safe, but for the moment, we're ok. The possibilities billow like the smoke pouring up into the sky across the street. "Your sword is in the chair." Might have had to pay for that, but not after this morning. Then I realize that they're scrabbling in the inn as well. Are they looking for us? For Katarin? I strain to listen, but it is a bit hard to hear... Read a Sitch: 2d6+2 7 What's our best escape route? Special: I take +1 forward
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0-Wound | 0-Armor | 0-Keep | x x x x o > Cool-1, Hard=0, Hot+2, Sharp+2, Weird-1 "Well, poo poo," I conclude. "We're not fighting here," escapes from my mouth. Guess I decided that. "I'm no soldier but we're at a serious disadvantage here," I explain to Katarin as I rip the sheet off the bed. "Get the window open." Spinning the sheet into something vaguely resembling a rope, I knot it around the crossbar of the window. "You go first; I'll hold it, then I'll climb down and hope the knot holds. Go, go, go. We'll get our revenge later." I have no real idea if this bedsheet will suffice. I've used this trick once before, though that was when I was alive the first time. It was a higher quality material too, but...we make do with what we've got, don't we?
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