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Amaya looks around, "No shoes." And then suddenly, the shopgirl's bored voice, "But I have undergarments picked out for the dresses." Amaya blushes a bit. Amaya, "ummm... thank you?"
"Go ahead, dear. At least for the black and the gold. See what you think. How they make you feel,...and I have something else for you as well." he hands her a velvet lined box in which the amethyst jewelry set in platinum is located (150gp value-tiara, earrings, necklace, bracelet, anklet).
Azhar smiles encouragingly, "I'd like to see how they look on you..." his eyes flit to the people around them, "with the dress, I mean."
"Please," Gravlax looks surprised to realize his glass is empty, but takes another glass of whiskey. He sips this one more slowly than the first. "Still following. I sense your story is about to take a serious turn."
"We are not going out and finding a random woman to judge which of us is the better kisser."
Gravlax laughs. "You must admit. A paladin would never do that."
He cocks his head to the side and purses his lips as he thinks. "I don't have cards," he admits. He looks out the window. "There's daylight yet. I could be back in a few with cards. Or I have marbles. Strip marbles?"
"Sounds nice. What's the rent on that one?"
He thinks for a minute. "The d'Onofrios? Or the Grazzolettas? Nice people, both of them, but a lot of ..." Color starts to drain from Gravlax's face. "...kids ... underfoot...." he finishes weakly.
Cassian arrives at the mayor's shindig on Calseinica's arm in blah blah blah even he doesn't care what he's wearing. Rygel appears to have a new vest, and Cassian is unarmed.
Rev arrives with Janiven. They are probably the last. Janiven seems to be dressed in her working clothes. Rev too is in character.
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Rev arrives with Janiven. They are probably the last. Janiven seems to be dressed in her working clothes. Rev too is in character.
Cassian smiles and nods at pretty much everyone, but his attention is far more focused on the environs. Looks like his usual paranoia, always expecting a knife from the dark, determined to get there first.
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I have not been able to find anything that says the Ranger FE and FT ability bonuses do not stack. Again, it doesn't matter in this instance, but let me know in the future.
For those who happen to notice such things, Dentris is carrying a few more weapons than he was during the play. For those who know Azhar, however, he looks pretty normal. He appears fairly comfortable, enjoying the company and any offered hors d'oeuvre. Of course, the fact that he happens to be quite familiar with so many of the guests at the moment, doesn't hurt.
The room already contains some of the evening's guests. (Currently five people, the lord-mayor, two gentlemen both on the older side, and two ladies, one older, one in her mid-twenties.)
Dentris arrives, helping a much younger Tian woman out of the carriage. He removes his simple, travel worn cloak from around her shoulders, revealing a slender, but shapely figure that nicely fills out the simple black dress she wears. Her jewelry, a tiara, necklace, bracelet and anklet of amethysts set in platinum almost do her brilliantly exquisite eyes justice. Almost, but not quite. She would be stunning, were it not fairly obvious that she is quite likely trying to hide behind the large warrior mage feeling entirely too exposed. He greets those already there amicably, introducing himself and his lady friend confidently if not with aplomb.
Melilot enters rather offhandedly.
Accompanying her is Fiosa, the brunette halfling dressed in a gold dress that is fitted to her curves and a long slit in the skirt to allow movement.
Antonio arrives by covered carriage. He is dressed as Tybain Obeisan, Paladin of Aroden, and wears a lily of the valley on his tabard, as he did during the performance. His sword hangs at his side, and he helps his companion out of the carriage.
His companion is wearing a refined red and black dress, her features elegant, cheekbones high. Her heels give her a good inch or two on Antonio, but he does not seem to mind.
"Good evening, everyone."
Cassian arrives at the mayor's shindig on Calseinica's arm in blah blah blah even he doesn't care what he's wearing. Rygel appears to have a new vest, and Cassian is unarmed.
Rev arrives with Janiven. They are probably the last. Janiven seems to be dressed in her working clothes. Rev too is in character.
However, her weapons, along with any overnight bags anyone brought, were taken by the army of servants at the front door with a promise that "All of your belonging will be safely stored in the room picked out for you personally by the lord mayor."
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Shortly after Rev arrives, Robahl comes through the door with a tall, willowy blonde dressed in a green dress. The pairing of such a beauty with the dwarfish director would be comedic if not so sad. That pair is followed by Lady Delour escorted by a Adonis-sculpted man wearing just a gold bikini briefs. A pairing that makes Robahl and his lady look down-right normal.
The rotund mayor stands as the final pair makes it into the room and as he chimes a bell a few other guest come back to the banquet area from what looks to be interior gardens through doors to the north and south of the hall. Just as the mayor is about to welcome everyone, one final guest walks across the bridge. A tall, shapely red-head with pale aristocratic skin dressed in a skin tight blue shimmering gown cut almost to her waist in the front and a white fur of what appears to be a serpentine, wolf-headed creature with wing pulled around her shoulders.
There is a murmur among the women of the three couples that had been enjoying the gardens, surprise, intrigue. The lord-mayor, Aberian Arvanxi, stands up to his full five and a half foot height, "Welcome to my cornucopia." He motions to the five people in full costume, "My honored guests, the performers of the Six Trials of Larazod." There are a few enthusiastic claps, a few polite, and one absolutely perfunctory one from the man dressed in military garb with salt and pepper hair.
Lord Arvanxi motions to the table, a loud gong sounding. "The feast of the gluttonous wolf." As the guest sit themselves, an seeming army of footmen brings out the first course. A abundance of food consisting of beef marrow fritters, boiled side of axebeak, loach flavored with spices and sage, eels in jelly, and smoked fillet of giant gar set in jellied aspic. Each guest is offered a glass of "Jeggarian 4683".
i am glad you kept the dress after all Melilot comments to Fiosa. it suits you
Cassian's eyes light up at the sight of the Jeggarian 4683, accepting one glass, then plucking another from the waiter's tray before being allowed to leave. He raises the goblet almost imperceptibly at the empty door with a smirk, then downs a generous gulp.
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She smiles, "Nothing to be sorry for, Cassian." A blush, "I mean, you would have told me if you were coming when I saw you yesterday," Her hand squeezes his, "After you walked me home." Deeper blush, "But I like to think about you, it makes me feel light inside."
She swallows, her breathing faster, her beautiful voice shaky, "That sounds... wonderful."
Calseinica looks at the man with absolute sincerity. "If you can get the measurements? In the same fabric as the shirt, please." She turns back to Cassian, "He's probably get to hot in a leather jacket." Brown eyes serious.
The man looks dubiously at the monkey he is supposed to measure, leaves, returns with a simple black jacket that fits Cassian's lean frame perfectly. In his other hand he is holding a tape measure and eyeing Rygel.
The maid bows, letting the pair in. "If you will please wait here," motioning to a comfortably decorated sitting room, "I will let Master Atenaar know that his presence has been requested." She closes the door as she leaves with another bow. Tarvi looks around, then starts shaking, which breaks into laughter that she is trying hard to suppress. When she catches her breath, she looks at Cassian, "Mother would be so jealous to have seen that."
"I am cautious of Ailyn's plans and I am wary of her ideas. However, her plan won out over my caution. But I did not disrespect in by disagreeing with her." He nods, polite, cold. "Be careful on your way home."
She thinks about that for a long time. Finally, she takes another sip of her coffee, "I'm glad that you don't have a vampire's heart, it was probably detrimental to your health." Then she smiles, "And there is no black there, only purple." Curiosity, "Why did you have a vampire's heart in your body?"
One of the few other people in the store, an older woman dressed in a elegant suit laughs softly under her breath at Azhar's stumbling over his tongue.
Amaya ducks back in, the process taking longer this time, leaving Azhar to his imagination at the sound of sliding fabric. Amaya comes back out in the gold dress, which looks just as fantastic on her. However the platinum settings clash with the dress.
She smiles, "Probably not."
One eyebrow raises, "Tell me how 'strip marbles' works."
"Thirty a month."
She smiles, "The Grazzolettas." She confirms. "And it will be nice to have a few less children." Her voice drops, low, [smaller]"I caught the oldest boy peeking in on the third floor." Her voice scandalized by cut with amusement.
Then she rolls her eyes, "And I'm pretty sure that pretty thing he is married to is pregnant, again." Shakes her head, "With that many, you'd think they know what causes it."
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i am glad you kept the dress after all Melilot comments to Fiosa. it suits you
She smiles with touch of a pink blush, "Thank you. And it is surprisingly comfortable." She looks down at her feet, at the brown shoes the same shade as her hair, "Even the shoes."
"Like regular marbles," Gravlax says. "But instead of losing your marbles, you lose clothing. Or, I suppose, other liberties might be taken."
Gravlax smiles. "I am in favor of muddling along as we go."
Gravlax's brain is still spinning, but he manages to smile at the landlady. "Thirty a month is reasonable," he says. "When do you think the space would be ready?"
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Mathalen attempts to tumble over the fallen snake, both to grant and gain flanking on the only uninjured snake. () She easily tumbles past the snake before it can react to her lower defenses. However when she swings at the snake, the blow whiffs through the air harmlessly.
Amaya holds in her window space, ready to dodge in to flank or heal. "Much better, Azhar"
But perhaps she spoke to soon, maybe she distracted the large warrior, because the snake with evily glowing eyes dodges forward his fangs sinking deeply into Azhar's flesh. () At which point Amaya does cast a healing spell on Azhar, her violet eyes promising a lecture on combat safety later. () The other snake dodges to Gravlax's far side, but even with flanking, both vipers miss.
"All right, Big Red. You and me." Azhar says as he and the large snake with the strange red markings circle each other looking for openings in each others defenses. However the grievous wound clearly paining the warrior, his heavy blade again screeches over the evil viper's scales.
Gravlax swings at the uninjured snake Mathalen is providing flanking for, his black blade sinking deeply into what is aparently a nerve on the creature as it twitches, gravely wounded.
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"You make me feel the same way," he says.
At her last declaration, he smiles, holding her a little closer. "Then we both have something to look forward to."
Cassian looks at his monkey, then holds out his arms. After a moment, Rygel stands up on his hind legs and imitates the pose. "Go on. But don't tickle him too much or he'll bite."
"What, does she have a thing for Mauro Atenaar? I mean, he's a nice enough guy, but I don't get it." Cassian allows himself a small, triumphant grin. "Well, if you think it would mess with her, you could always let it slip next time you see her."
Gravlax attacks a snake, in this order of preference: living snake he has flanking on, living snake closest to Mathalen.
Antonio pulls out the chair for his companion, and seats her before seating himself. He eats a little of each dish in turn, apparently not put off by the prevalence of aspics, marrow, and jellies.
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"Thanks 'maya." Azhar grins. He seems to be enjoying himself. "This guys pretty tough." He swings his sword in a lazy-8, continuing to watch for his opening. When the big red snake attacks, he counters with a viscous strike.
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i am glad you kept the dress after all Melilot comments to Fiosa. it suits you
Azhar looks over with Amaya on his arm, he smiles "It does. You look fabulous, Fiosa." an almost imperceptible pause, "Drovalid." he nods at Melilot. He continues to smile as he turns away and whispers in Amaya's ear,
There is a murmur among the women of the three couples that had been enjoying the gardens, surprise, intrigue. The lord-mayor, Aberian Arvanxi, stands up to his full five and a half foot height, "Welcome to my cornucopia." He motions to the five people in full costume, "My honored guests, the performers of the Six Trials of Larazod." There are a few enthusiastic claps, a few polite, and one absolutely perfunctory one from the man dressed in military garb with salt and pepper hair.
As mentioned earlier, Azhar does introduce himself and speak briefly with the other guests.
Cassian arrives at the mayor's shindig on Calseinica's arm in blah blah
"I'm glad you found him without too much trouble." he says in passing with a small smile and tilt of the head, before seeking out his brother and Janiven. On the way he accepts a glass for his lady friend and himself. Merely sipping to taste what he assumes must be a fine drink indeed.
"Aah. my Master!" he temporarily lets go of Amaya to hug his brother, who he quickly releases, "& who might this obviously capable young warrior woman be?" He smiles at Janiven, a hint of amusement escaping to the left corner of his lips.
"The feast of the gluttonous wolf."
Azhar makes sure to at least taste every dish. Commenting positively when he can think of something nice to say about them.
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One of the few other people in the store, an older woman dressed in a elegant suit laughs softly under her breath at Azhar's stumbling over his tongue.
Amaya ducks back in, the process taking longer this time, leaving Azhar to his imagination at the sound of sliding fabric. Amaya comes back out in the gold dress, which looks just as fantastic on her. However the platinum settings clash with the dress.
He purses his lips, not looking critical, but..."Need to get you some jewelry that'll do you justice in this one, too." he smiles softly, "maybe for next time." he blinks a couple times, wipes his palms on his sides, almost visibly 'waggles'. He seems to be anticipating the next one.
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She blushes slightly, quietly, "And how do you play marbles?"
She smiles back, The Grazzolettas are moving out this week, so anytime after that. Do you want to see it when they move out?"
The man takes a deep steadying breath, then in a flash carefully measures the monkey. Cassian is almost certain that his hands did not actually touch the fur. The man flutters off. Calseinica steps up next to him, looking at Cassian then at his reflection in the mirror. "Is it okay? Comfortable?"
She smiles, "Mother has a thing for anyone with a title in front of their name." The smile turns wicked, "Oh, she will definitely hear that you are welcome to call here." A pause, "Although I reserve the right to... embellish."
A little while, actually quite a short time, later, Mauro comes through the door. He smiles at Cassian, although there is a note of caution underlying it, then he bows to Tarvi. "I have to say, this is a more pleasent way of seeing you..." His voice trails off as he realizes he doesn't actually have a name to refer to Cassian by. "Are you calling in your marker or do you need help with something?"
She steps back behind, the sounds starting up again and her needing just as much time to change, since there are things beneath the dress fabric. She steps back out, cautiously, straight, and absolutely beautiful. The silver and amethyst jewelry a perfect icing on her.
He tests it out. "Yeah, it's just fine. You'll be in your costume, right?" He sounds hopeful.
"I need you to invite our mutual friend's family over on the 18th. A dinner party or something. After that, your problems with him should be over."
He pauses. "And my name is Cassian. Cassian Merro."
Cassian's plate appears to be both for him and Rygel. At one point, Cassian grimaces, picks something from his mouth and hands it to the monkey, who pops it in his mouth, grimaces and hands it back. Finally, Cassian shrugs, accepts it, chews and swallows.
"It's simple," Gravlax says, pulling a bag of marbles out of his backpack. "We each choose a color, and try to knock the other's marbles out of a circle." Gravlax starts to count up marbles. "I am pulling one marble for each item of clothing, plus," he reddens, "something of your choosing."
"I would like to see it when they move out," Gravlax says. "I can live with that."
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She steps back behind, the sounds starting up again and her needing just as much time to change, since there are things beneath the dress fabric. She steps back out, cautiously, straight, and absolutely beautiful. The silver and amethyst jewelry a perfect icing on her.
Azhar's eyes show exactly what he is seeing and feeling for her at this moment. "That's the one. You look absolutely wonderful. Perfect." he moves to take her in his arms if she allows him. He whispers into her hair, "The dress looks perfect on you. You look perfect. How do you like the ..um.. underthings?"
"Aah. Larazod, my Master!" he temporarily lets go of Amaya to hug his brother, who he quickly releases, "& who might this obviously capable young warrior woman be?" He smiles at Janiven, a hint of amusement escaping to the left corner of his lips.
Rev looks levelly at his brother. "Really? Hugging?"
Lord Arvanxi motions to the table, a loud gong sounding. "The feast of the gluttonous wolf." As the guest sit themselves, an seeming army of footmen brings out the first course. A abundance of food consisting of beef marrow fritters, boiled side of axebeak, loach flavored with spices and sage, eels in jelly, and smoked fillet of giant gar set in jellied aspic. Each guest is offered a glass of "Jeggarian 4683"
Rev pulls out a chair for Janiven, and helps her get seated. In regards to the food, he tries a tiny little bit of everything. Answering any polite conversation aimed at him with equally polite and meaningless words.
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"I am cautious of Ailyn's plans and I am wary of her ideas. However, her plan won out over my caution. But I did not disrespect in by disagreeing with her." He nods, polite, cold. "Be careful on your way home."Fiosa
She thinks about that for a long time. Finally, she takes another sip of her coffee, "I'm glad that you don't have a vampire's heart, it was probably detrimental to your health." Then she smiles, "And there is no black there, only purple." Curiosity, "Why did you have a vampire's heart in your body?"
"It's not your disagreement that's disrespectful, it's the way you act when you were around her, the way you look at her, the way your face takes on a certain arrogant sneer." Rev replies, apparently ignoring Araels not so subtle hint that it's time for Rev to go.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time." He grins at her, not at all embarrassed by his folly. Learn from mistakes and all that. Then gives her the very short abbreviated version of what happened. The version that doesn't take more than five minutes to tell.
"Please," Gravlax looks surprised to realize his glass is empty, but takes another glass of whiskey. He sips this one more slowly than the first. "Still following. I sense your story is about to take a serious turn."
Rev grins. "But it's only the first chapter." He protests for a moment, before launching back into his little tale. "Ah yes, so there I was, hiding from big, angry, and old, and I hear this preacher drone on and on while I'm hiding in a dark cubby hole in the temple I ducked into, for hours. Literally... hours. Who can talk that long without loosing their voice? Oh, Pharasma this, and Oh Pharasma that, we beseech you, help us, save us, blah blah blah and of course what do I do, instead of staying silent like any sane man would? I express my annoyance at listening to this obese priest verbally, and the entire temple heard me thanks to acoustics and/or divine provenance. Probably acoustics. I think I mumbled something along the line of, No wonder Pharasma doesn't answer your prayers, I wouldn't answer them either with all the whining and begging. Save yourself, stop eating all the donations."
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Cassian's plate appears to be both for him and Rygel. At one point, Cassian grimaces, picks something from his mouth and hands it to the monkey, who pops it in his mouth, grimaces and hands it back. Finally, Cassian shrugs, accepts it, chews and swallows.
Rev represses an amused smile.
Rev looks levelly at his brother. "Really? Hugging?"
Dentris takes a step back, looking crestfallen, "Ah. A thousand apologies, young master. I was caught up in the moment and I did not realize you were so unsure of your sexual proclivity." his expression turns to a smile, more amused than anything else at the young master's protestations.
Rev pulls out a chair for Janiven, and helps her get seated.
Perhaps following his brothers lead, Azhar likewise assists his companion into her seat.
Rev grins. "But it's only the first chapter." He protests for a moment, before launching back into his little tale. "Ah yes, so there I was, hiding from big, angry, and old, and I hear this preacher drone on and on while I'm hiding in a dark cubby hole in the temple I ducked into, for hours. Literally... hours. Who can talk that long without loosing their voice? Oh, Pharasma this, and Oh Pharasma that, we beseech you, help us, save us, blah blah blah and of course what do I do, instead of staying silent like any sane man would? I express my annoyance at listening to this obese priest verbally, and the entire temple heard me thanks to acoustics and/or divine provenance. Probably acoustics. I think I mumbled something along the line of, No wonder Pharasma doesn't answer your prayers, I wouldn't answer them either with all the whining and begging. Save yourself, stop eating all the donations."
Somewhere off in the distance, Azhar guffaws.
To the north of the banquet hall is the Pool of Honey. The room's walls are covered by thick, thorny hedges of primarily roses although a few more exotic flowers break through the foliage in places. In the center of the room is a ten by fifteen foot raised pool of thick, viscous golden honey.
To the south is the Jungle of Nectar. Dominating the center of that room is a sparkling fountain of clear water under a sky dome which shows the Wiscrani night sky. Eqidistantly around the pool are three large tropical trees, with an abundance of all sorts of tropical fruits on each of the branches: pineapple, mango, dragonfruit, papaya, jaboticaba, and a number that are absolutely foreign.
As the first course finishes (despite the masses of food still uneaten on platters on the table), the mayor invites you to relax in any of the gardens surrounding the banquet hall. As people break away from the table, small pockets of conversation start.
After speaking quietly to one of the servants, the Lord-Mayor Arvanxi approaches Antonio. In what seems to be a very natural move, but is obvious to those trained in social cues, Mathalen moves slightly to keep the paladin between her and the round man. With a broad smile, "Wonderful performance." Reaching for Antionio's hand to shake, "Really quite good." His voice drops a little, not carrying far, "Lovely companion you brought, but I do hope you will mingle with the other guests. You are one of the only Tybains to ever survive a production." While his voice is mild, the suggestion is clear.
An older, yet relatively attractive middle-aged woman wearing dark clothing and an elaborate silver thorn support under her white-silver hair approaches Rev with a polite smile. Quietly, so as to not draw extra attention or seem rude, she bows slightly. "Greetings, my name is Crosael."
As Crosael attempts to draw Rev into a conversation, the grizzled man in the stiff formal leather armor of the Chelish navy, looks at Janiven. "You don't look like one of the fool actors, what are you doing here?" With a cool smile Janiven looks the stiff man straight in the eye, "I was invited by one of the fool actors of course, General." She looks around, "What are you doing so far from your fleet? Carousing as sailor's do?"
There is a spark of something between anger and amusement on the man's face. "Performing my responsibilities, something a... mercenary," his tone searching slightly, but mostly sure, "knows little of."
The other older gentleman that had already been present when everyone arrives approaches Cassian and Calseinica. He to bows, although it is more perfunctory than they respectful one Crosael gave Rev. "Do I have the pleasure of addressing Ms. Calseinica Nymmis?" At her nod and curtsey, the old man smiles, not an entirely pleasant smile but, oddly, not at all lecherous. "I was not expecting you see you here, Ms. Nymmis."
Her voice, polite, musical, "It was a last minute decision on my part, Lord Oberigo." The old man nods, "It does not fit the image my son, and your brothers, painted of you." Something close to censure in his tone.
Azhar, meanwhile, is surrounded by the gaggle of women, which leaves their escorts looking amused, annoyed, and upset. In that order.
The red-head slinks up to Melilot, her eyes moving from the drab scarred costume to Fiosa's dress. "Your taste shows in a far more positive light in your companion's attire. Which shop did you acquire it in?"
Antonio smiles, and shakes the Lord-Mayor's hand. "Thank you, your grace, you are very kind."
"And your residence is lovely."
To Mathalen: "My dear, let us take in the flowers."
Antonio steers her (graciously) toward the north end of the banquet hall, the pool of honey, and the wall of roses. He speaks to her quietly.
I think I mumbled something along the line of, No wonder Pharasma doesn't answer your prayers, I wouldn't answer them either with all the whining and begging. Save yourself, stop eating all the donations.
Gravlax's mouth drops open slightly. "No! From you? And I can just imagine how well that went over." Gravlax leans forward on his stool. "Tell me."
my outfit was provided by the theatrical costumer actually Melilot replies in her customary, dead serious tone. i could put you in contact with him if you want a double sized reproduction
Her eyes briefly scan up and down the redhead. the scars would certainly look striking on you
She smiles, nods. Teasing, "Unless, of course, there is anything you want me to modify about it." A pause, "Should the slip be blue?"
He smiles, nods, "Good to meet you."
"All of them other than Thesing?" His voice just checking, then a pause, "How long do you need them to be... unreachable?"
"So I get four marbles?" She looks over at his marbles, "Or do I get the same number as you and you just get more..." A bright smile that almost hides the reddening ears, "requests?"
She nods, "I'll let you know."
She is smiling back up at him as he takes her into his arms, "They're fine. Maybe a little stiffer than I'm used to. But fine."
She gets lost looking up at him for a moment, then "I should put back on my clothes..."
He considers that for a long moment, "I was not happy to see Ailyn in something I've worked very hard to grow and protect, no. However, I think you may be projecting your own attitude on people you disagree with on the situation."
She nods when he is done. "You are definitely better off without it." She finishes her cup, placing it on the table.
A pause, "Thank you for deciding to come to Westcrown, Rev." And with that she starts to gather up her things.
Gravlax stops and thinks about that for a minute, and then shakes his head, realizing he is probably putting too much thought into it.
"Taking fewer marbles is a handicap," he says, raising his eyebrows, and looking directly into her face (despite the color that has entirely risen into his). "I think that decision is up to you."
"No, no. The costume is fine as is. Just fine." He nods distractedly about the slip, clearly thinking much more about the costume.
"Afternoon, evening. Show them a good time. How much of a friend you are to the clan."
Cassian nods. "All right then. Good seeing you, Mr. Atenaar." The rogue prepares to leave, ready to head back and collect Janiven.
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Azhar, meanwhile, is surrounded by the gaggle of women, which leaves their escorts looking amused, annoyed, and upset. In that order.
"Hello, Ladies. And why, might I ask, are you interested in this old man when there are such as Tybain, the Paladin of Aroden or Larazod, honored veteran of the Shadestar War?" he smiles in amusement, but casts a quick glance at his companion to see if his continued attention to others is causing her amusement, boredom or annoyance. He is trying to fit in, but not to the extant of putting off the one he brought to the dance, so to speak. "As you know, my name is Dentris and my most certainly more lovely companion here is Amaya." the slightest pause "and whom might we have the honor of sharing our presence with?" he looks at each expectantly...and does not overlook their escorts.
She is smiling back up at him as he takes her into his arms, "They're fine. Maybe a little stiffer than I'm used to. But fine."
She gets lost looking up at him for a moment, then "I should put back on my clothes..."
He takes in a rather longer sharp intake of breath at her words. He continues to hold her, trying to convey his feelings through the intervening space, "in another situation, I might respond that that is entirely unnecessary." he blinks and sighs, "unfortunately, if you wish to keep this garment in its best condition for the event, then I suppose you are probably right. I suppose we should inquire as to where we might get a set of shoes to match?" he looks around for the shop girl, unless he happens to meet the eyes of the older woman in the suit or anyone else in their immediate surroundings before doing so. If he does, he will ask them if they happen to know of the best place to go looking for the right foot wear.
Antonio smiles, and shakes the Lord-Mayor's hand. "Thank you, your grace, you are very kind."
"And your residence is lovely."
To Mathalen: "My dear, let us take in the flowers."
Antonio steers her (graciously) toward the north end of the banquet hall, the pool of honey, and the wall of roses. He speaks to her quietly.
Mathalen
Mathalen turns to look at the rose walls as Gravlax talks to her. She turns her head back to respond.
A pause, then just quietly, but not secretly so. "It's all so lovely, but so... artificial. And controlled."
my outfit was provided by the theatrical costumer actually Melilot replies in her customary, dead serious tone. i could put you in contact with him if you want a double sized reproduction
Her eyes briefly scan up and down the redhead. the scars would certainly look striking on you
"Kind of you to say." The alto voice hard to read, perhaps honest praise, maybe amusement. "It was your companion's attire whose designer I was interested in, but perhaps stopping by the theater would be a means to add to my wardrobe."
"Hello, Ladies. And why, might I ask, are you interested in this old man when there are such as Tybain, the Paladin of Aroden or Larazod, honored veteran of the Shadestar War?" he smiles in amusement, but casts a quick glance at his companion to see if his continued attention to others is causing her amusement, boredom or annoyance. He is trying to fit in, but not to the extant of putting off the one he brought to the dance, so to speak. "As you know, my name is Dentris and my most certainly more lovely companion here is Amaya." the slightest pause "and whom might we have the honor of sharing our presence with?" he looks at each expectantly...and does not overlook their escorts.
With a giggle they introduce themselves and then after a pause their escorts. One, perhaps the youngest, "Flora saw you working at the glassworks." A second, "We heard your costume does not do your physique justice."
Amaya is not ignored, they all politely smile at her, before going back into their gaggling.
She takes the same number of dice as Gravlax. She follows his direction in spreading the marbles in the circle. "You first." Possibly because she needs to see him to know what to do. Right before he shoots, "So the winner gets a choice of clothes or a favor... or the favor is last?"
"So... you like the costume. Don't think it is a little heavy on the leather?" A pause, a growing smile, an absolutely innocent look playing over her features, "I guess that means I don't have to try on anything here."
"Cassian." The tone of one last thing, "I'll be sending the invitations to the main house tomorrow morning, first thing after sunup. It is common practice to send them to the main house and they ensure it goes out to all of the family members." He smiles, "Would you consider picking up Thesing's invitation after it has made its way to his home? It would look highly suspicious if I didn't invite him and he was to disappear."
Mouth dry, "Sounds like a plan." Ducking behind the curtain. And by the time she comes back out in her shapeless garb, Azhar has gotten the address of a place where matching shoes can be purchased.
Mathalen hit flanked
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king snake
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snakes ATTACK GRAVLAX
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Mathalen bats the snake with the stick, this time hitting solidly both times, pummeling the creature into unconsciousness, if not true death.
"Thanks 'maya." Azhar grins. He seems to be enjoying himself. "This guys pretty tough." He swings his sword in a lazy-8, continuing to watch for his opening. Overconfident with its previous blow the large snake attacks casually and when Azhhar counters with a viscous strike, the snake's defenses are not good enough to defend against the blow that takes its head from its body.
The other snake continues its fruitless attack on Gravlax. When a quick glance determines the flanked snake is no longer a threat, his black blade cuts into the final snake, wounding it fatally.
A search of the basement reveals what was at one time a profitable alchol smuggling ring. The bodies of the two masterminds long dead, all that remains of one is the parts the snakes couldn't digest, the other is a wax mummy, the puncture marks of the large snake clear in his dead flesh.
With a giggle they introduce themselves and then after a pause their escorts. One, perhaps the youngest, "Flora saw you working at the glassworks." A second, "We heard your costume does not do your physique justice."
Amaya is not ignored, they all politely smile at her, before going back into their gaggling.
Azhar snorts, "I'm sure if you look hard enough, you will find someone stronger than I am." His eyes scan around the room, "Now I'm fairly new here, what is it you ladies enjoy doing as couples around the city?"
Mouth dry, "Sounds like a plan." Ducking behind the curtain. And by the time she comes back out in her shapeless garb, Azhar has gotten the address of a place where matching shoes can be purchased.
While she is changing (if possible), Azhar pays for the two dresses. When she emerges, he is all grins and sunshine, "Shall we go find something suitable for your feet?"
After searching the building and finding no other evidence of snakes in or around the surrounding area. Azhar turns to butchering the snakes, taking care to avoid the poisonous parts.
Survival:
"No use letting good meat go to waste." he turns flashes Amaya a smile, gives her a wink and mumbles "not when it gives me an excuse to get invited over again, anyway." and after they discover the bottles of liquor, "I don't suppose you know what your dad likes to drink?"
He looks over at Gravlax and Mathalen, "Thanks for having us on this little expedition. Don't suppose you have other places in mind?" he glances over at Amaya again, this time with the hint of a wry smile, "I don't think she thought very much of my idea to familiarize ourselves with how this place looks at night."
"Kind of you to say." The alto voice hard to read, perhaps honest praise, maybe amusement. "It was your companion's attire whose designer I was interested in, but perhaps stopping by the theater would be a means to add to my wardrobe."
Melilot seems a little surprised to find her joke taken seriously. you could do worse she allows. i thought the costumes were the second best part of the show myself
She glances at Fiosa to see if the other halfling intends to answer the woman's original question.
"All right," Gravlax says. He hands Mathalen a larger marble in her color, and says, "the shooter."
He takes his shooter, and ...
...barely manages to knock one of her marbles out of the ring. It rotates slowly, just edging over.