Valorein

Game Master Jonahkan

Pony adventures with an Arthurian feel. Valorein, land of chivalry and magic!


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Approaching Rondel by air…

The hot summer’s air is buoyant beneath your wings, as the village of Rondel spreads out below you, nestled in the rolling low hills of Narrowneck. Cultivated fields and neat orchards of low trees surround the village, though patches of wild woodland and the occasional bare hilltop can be seen some miles distant - one bares a crumbling tower, another, an ancient circle of stones. A trail of multicolored, luminescent smoke rises from one such wooded patch not far from the village, but the townsponies below seem unconcerned. One earthpony farmer, working his fields, glances up and waves to you, a broad smile of welcome upon his weathered face. Most of the cottages are small, of wood or wattle-and-daub construction, clustered closely together about small but well-tended gardens. The aspirational spire of the Church of the Sun, the sprawling stonework of a manse you presume to be the village Alderpony’s, the rough-edged newness of a watermill, and the warmly inviting solidity of an inn calling itself the Fallen Apple are the only buildings of note. The angle of the sun grows increasingly low in the sky, and the air will soon take on the night’s chill…

Approaching Rondel by river (likely from Canterlot)...

There’s a welcome cool breeze over the river Rondel, promising a chill night even at the height of summer, as the village of Rondel hoves into view. A waterwheel turns industriously in the current, though the churned earth of recent construction surrounds its millhouse. As the rowboat pulls up to the small jetty, only the aspirational spire of St Charlyle’s can be seen. Somewhere in the distance, a whisp of luminescent smoke can be seen against the darkening eastern sky. An earthpony filly waves to you from the waterside, and blows a tune on a reed-whistle - till her brother dumps a frog down the back of her neck and flees, cackling, with her in hot vengeful pursuit.

“Epic Spin’s of the Fallen Apple hosts a clean bedroom, and he serves a fine cider. Cure what ail’s yer, it will,” the weathered earthpony ferrymare says, and coughs politely, hoof outstretched. “It’s that way,” she nods, as you drop a coin into it, which disappears with alacrity.

Approaching by on the river Rondel, you will have likely traveled up the Redriver from Canterlot in some comfort as a passenger on a working barge, and hired this small ferryboat for the half-day’s journey up the Rondel to Rondel.

Approaching Rondel ahoof

The turnipfields alternate with rich orchards as you trot along the road towards Rondel. In the distance, further from the scattered hamlets and gradually-nearing village, bare hilltops and patches of wild woodland can be seen. A travelling unicorn trader trots past you in the other direction, trailing a light wagon of sundries. “Stopping in Rondel?” He asks. “Name’s Fast Buck,” he smiles. “Epic Spin makes the finest cider in all Valorein,” he boasts, though from his accent, you surmise he’s been no more than twenty miles from the village in his life - and that most villagers consider him well-travelled. He nods towards a curling whisp of luminescent smoke rising from a patch of woodland not far from the village. “Apothecary Webb’s mixing up her zebran brews tonight,” he comments. “Her cures’ll cure any ailment,” he smiles, “though they do have a tendency to explode now and again.”


Male Griffon Scout 1
Quick Reference:
[ HP 8/11 | AC 17/14/13, CMD 16, Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +0 | Init +4; Perception +4 ]

Shub alights in the shadows of a nearby building, resting his back on its wall. It wasn't easy to avoid notice as a griffon in pony lands but he did well enough, deflecting attention by acting relaxed and making a bit of noise.

His eyes track the roads and matches it to a location he'd seen from his flight above. He'd taken the lay of the land and had a reasonable idea of the important buildings. The inn itself he closely examines, categorizing the features of the structure as hazards or possible entrances and exits. The apple orchards behind the inn would be particularly good for hiding or escape. The apples look delicious too.

Feelign some hunger and satisfied he could make a break for it if he really needed to—which he doubted for this job but some habits were worth keeping—Shub walks into the building and sets out to get a room, food, and the local rumors. He had a pony to find.


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Moonstar Eclipse, reveled in the feel of the air beneath her wings. She really didn't get to fly often enough. But luckily this errand allowed her to get away from the hustle and bustle of far too many other folk, except for her faithful steward MacGuiness, a pegasus of a long line of proud and very capable stewards. Mac was one of the few that knew what powers she had inherited, and so it was, that she took advantage of that to fly to this little town disguised as a pegasus instead of her normal form.

She flew lazily around the town, studying it from a distance, returning a wave to the one pony that noticed her (noting to be extra careful around one so perceptive), and upon spying a good secluded spot on the road, she landed, made sure she was unobserved, and with a green flash returned to her normal unicorn form, for this errand she was performing as herself. She took the elegant vest that went with her traveling dress from Mac, who had dutifully pulled it out as soon as they landed, and put it on so it covered the wingholes in her dress.

Now prepared, she made her way to the inn, Mac in tow.


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Midnight Dove was trotting by Zephio's side, keeping her head up in spite of her short-sightedness. The beautiful landscape of Narrowneck had been transformed into a more and more savage country since they had left Canterlot, but the unicorn was too busy ruminating on her anger towards the Archbishop Poetic Star to notice it.

He had told her that he would prefer to see her accompanied on her way to Rondel instead of having her going alone, but she had clearly understood what he hadn't said to her: after all these years of being at the Church of the Moon's service, she was still considered as disabled.

Calm down, she ordered to herself, as the village's first houses were finally visible. It's your first mission, remember? So, try to do things right... For once.

She slowed down when she saw the trader, and greeted him with a nod.

"Thank you for your help, Fast Buck. We are indeed travellers... Although I'd like to visit an old friend of mine. Do you know where I could find an Earthpony called Raspberry? I've heard that she is living here."


for Midnight Dove

"Oh, sure, Raspberry," Fast Buck replies. "Lives in the village, house and garden covered in vines. Bakes the most delicious pies," he licks his lips, "and has the most-" he pauses, blushing. "Well, she's a married pony," he mutters hurriedly.


Male Zebra Cavalier/1

Zophio smirks under the shade of his hood at Buck's last comment. Otherwise, he waits silently as his charge gleans information from the local.


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

"Er... Really?"

Oh, by the Star, this is awkward. Guess I'm still not used to think of Raspberry as a full-grown pony...

She quickly changed the subject:

"Thank you very much. I'll make sure to have a taste of her pies! You seem to know Rondel very well... It is a cute village."


The Fallen Apple

The Fallen Apple is busy in the early evening hours. Hardworking ponies are partaking of a simple stew, drinking a pleasant house-brewed cider. A hush falls, as you enter. A few families cluster around tables, fillies and colts trotting about underfoot. "Strangers," a brown-coated earthpony calls over his cider, "welcome," he raises his mug and drinks.

"Welcome," the other patron-ponies chorus.

From above the hearth, the picture of a beautiful earthpony mare smiles down beneficently.

Appraise DC 15

Spoiler:
The picture is quite valuable to hang in such an establishment, likely worth at least 100gp.

A male pegasi trots over to you, barcloth draped over one half-outstretched wing. Beneath, you can see it outlines the shape of some deformity, likely some accident or injury that healed improperly.

"Epic Spin," he introduces himself, "proprietor, brew-master and emphatically not chef,"

"Thank the Sun," the earthpony mutters, and several nearby ponies chuckle. Even Spin himself smiles.

"Thank the Moon that our daughter inherited her mother's talent," Spin corrects, "but don't take my word for it! Meal and cider's free if you're taking rooms for the night," he explains, "or if your palette and coin-purse prefer something more refined, my cellar can accommodate your taste-buds as well as my beds comfort flight-weary bodies."

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Fast Buck

"You should," Fast Buck replies. "They're delicious - and Rondel's a lovely village, full of kind, hardworking ponies," he smiles, "I've always liked coming here - but I wouldn't say I know it well." He pauses. "As well as any visitor, maybe."


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Moonstar smiles kindly at the jest.

"I'll take a room with meals, and couple glasses of your best wine." she says to innkeeper. Then dhe turns to Mac, "Why don't you drop our stuff in the room. You've been carrying it all day. I can manage myself for a few minutes without you, even if it will seem an eternity of loneliness."


Male Griffon Scout 1
Quick Reference:
[ HP 8/11 | AC 17/14/13, CMD 16, Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +0 | Init +4; Perception +4 ]

Appraise: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Shub nods to Epic Spin even as his practiced eye for valuables catches the picture above the hearth.

"Good eve", he says to the pegasus. He makes note of the deformity but keeps his eye on the pony's face. "A room for the night and maybe even longer. One with a window to the orchard if you have it. Makes for a nice sight in the mornings, I reckon."


Epic Spin

"I'm afraid it'll have to be a bottle of the wine," Epic Spin apologises. "There's little enough demand for it at the cost, and it'll go off if I have to leave the bottle open," he shrugs, apologetically. "I've an acceptable Applejack, if you'd prefer it," he offers.

"The rooms are right upstairs," he continues, "this way."

The rooms he leads you too are clean and comfortable, sturdily furnished for the traveller on the road. "If these two will suit you and your Mistress," he tell Mac, "and this one overlooks the orchard," he waves Shubshi into it. "Ah, please don't hunt the bats," he murmurs, "they keep the wasps down."


Male Griffon Scout 1
Quick Reference:
[ HP 8/11 | AC 17/14/13, CMD 16, Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +0 | Init +4; Perception +4 ]

"Give me a good meal and you won't have to worry about that," Shubshi says.

Those wouldn't be the apple-biting kind of bats, would they?


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Midnight Dove smiled at Fast Buck. As the church shouldn't be too difficult to find, she doesn't have any questions left.

She looked at Zophio, wondering if he wants to add something.


Epic Spin

"There's as little call for Griffish cuisine as their is for fine wine," Epic Spin murmurs, clearly lightly embarrassed at his enforced inhospitality, "but if you're happy with pony faire, my daughter Apple Cordial is a fine cook, and you won't find the stew wanting." He pauses. "I can try to obtain some small game for tomorrow, since you expect to be staying some few days."

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Fast Buck

Fast Buck nods happily at you, and glances at the lowering sun. "I must be on my way, if I'm to make Sticky Hoof's hamlet by nightfall," he explains, already starting away from you.


Male Griffon Scout 1
Quick Reference:
[ HP 8/11 | AC 17/14/13, CMD 16, Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +0 | Init +4; Perception +4 ]

Shubshi's beak curves in a small smile. "No matter, I'll be fine with the stew. No need to go out of your way, I've been having nothing but game on the way here. Some variety would be nice, eh?"


Male Zebra Cavalier/1

Meeting Midnight's gaze, he says, "And continue we should as well, or from my sire, I'll catch hell." That's right folks, zebras rhyme.


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Midnight Dove nodded.

"Gimpy Leg asked me to bring him a sample of cider. I'd like to buy it right now, if it's okay with you.


Epic Spin

"Certainly," Epic Spin replies. "I've dry cider and sweet cider, brown cider and amber cider, sparkling cider and still cider, pear cider or apple cider," he pauses, but only for breath, "then of course there's your flavoured ciderscherry-apple cider, raspberry-apple cider, cranberry-apple cider, honey-apple cider and honeyapple cider, cherry-pear cider, raspberry-pear cider, cranberry-pear cider," breath, "and on top of that the speciality ciders, which are more expensive - champagne-method cider, calvados cider, applejack cider - have to be careful with that one, it's got a buck to it, ice-cider, apple brandy, pear brandy and apple cider vinegar." He pauses. "Which did your friend say they wanted?"


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Midnight Dove was starting to have a headache.

"Oh, er...", she said, confused: she didn't get what Epic Spin had said. "I don't know. He only specified that he needed a local curative cider. Made by a zebran female... Do you know where I could find it?"


"I don't deal in that snake-oil," Epic Spin snaps. Then his tone softens. "If I had some kind of miracle-cure, do you think my wing would still look like this,", he half-flaps it, tossing the barcloth aside, other wing flaring. Suddenly, the room seems very small. The sight revealed is... grotesque. "Do you think my beloved Apple Heart would be-" he pauses, sniffles, ruffling his feathers back together. "That's her picture over the fire, you know," he murmurs, "so it's not like she's really gone..."

He pauses, with a wan smile.

"I fully understand the desperation of a stallion in his position," he continues. "Leshanna Webb's a fine apothecary. Finer than all the doctorponies in Canterlot, I'd say - and she does use some of my brew as a base for her potions," he pauses, in thought, "and a splash of Applejack'll help a wound heal true, or ease the pain of it. And I know she'll prescribe a pint at the Fallen Apple as a 'restorative' afterwards, if a pony's being lazy about their recovery," he smiles. "Does 'em good to get out and about, after they've been ill - but I'm sure that's all it is."

Sense Motive DC 20

Spoiler:
You're not sure that that is all there is - but it's hard to tell. He's clearly upset about his wife.


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 YESH!

Midnight Dove doubts that Epic Spin is telling her everything, but she still smiles at him, charming.

"Of course. But I still need this cider... My friend yearns for it." She seems really disappointed. Are you really sure that I'm wasting my time?...

Diplomacy check? Is he cooperative or unfriendly?


Male Zebra Cavalier/1

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Zophio adds his low voice to the conversation,
"I think what my companion means, if you will,
Is that Gimpy's after a cider that cures a specific ill.
If you could tell us where this apothecary can be found,
We'll not forget your kindness when our stomachs do sound."


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Moonstar sits and listens to the chatter, particularly noting the talk of curative ciders.
sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10


Epic Spin's clearly upset by the suggestion of a cure-all cider, and that relates, perhaps not unnaturally, to the death of his wife.

As a medicine-person, Gimpy's interested in the rumours of a general healing draught, not a specific remedy - though he'd certainly like to compare notes with Leshanna, it's not the sort of thing that can be done by proxy, and he's conscientiously visited and learned from other hedge-healers.

"What's wrong with your friend?" Epic Spin sighs, half-turning away from you. "Is he... somepony special to you? Mayhap Leshanna will be able to help, or if a sample of fine cider will ease an ailing heart of course I'll part with it."

He sniffs, bittersweet memories of his wife clearly affecting him...


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Midnight Dove sympathized with Epic Spin's sorrow.

"Thank you for your kindness... I'm sorry for Apple Heart..." she said softly, unsure of what to say to comfort the poor pony. "I'm sure that she is still looking at you from the stars... And we'll think about her too, under the night sky."


Male Zebra Cavalier/1

Zophio was trying to prevent Epic from getting further upset. It's a fine line between crying and screaming after all.

"Our sympathies indeed, but we mustn't tarry,
We're off to see this apothecary."

With a polite bow, Zophio holds the door open for Midnight, as they leave the shop for Leshanna's place of business.


"Leshanna's hut is quite far from the village," Epic Spin says. "She's a greathearted mare, but her concoctions do have a tendency to, um, explode," he murmurs. "You may have seen coloured smoke rising from the woods to the east as you arrived in the village today?" He pauses. "Not that it's unsafe to travel at night, exactly, but fey creatures might wander from the woods under the moonlight, and we're not far from the Bloodshore boarder. The Duke's knights mostly keep bandits and Twelve-Kingdom's raiders down, and of course there's Tall Harmridge, but..." he shrugs. "I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you, Lady Dove."


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

"Thank you, but please, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Take care, Epic Spin."

She turned to Zophio.

"If Leshanna's hut is really that far, we should complete our mission first", she suggested. [b"Why don't we go directly to Rondel's church?"[/b]


Male Zebra Cavalier/1

Zophio nods, and follows her out to the church.


The setting sun is spectacular, on the short journey to the church of St Charlyle's, though there's clearly no more than a few tens of minutes of light left in the day - twilight is falling fast.

It's is a smallish, stone-built church with a steeply peaked slate roof, which must've been imported at some expense from Spearpoint or Hundredhills. At one end stands a circular bell-tower some three stories high, its flat-roofed peak edged with battlements not unlike a castle. There's a small entranceway, leading to the main church, but the heavy, iron studded door, recently emblazoned with the solar symbol, is closed. To one side stands a humble Lunarian shine. There's a small annex for the resident priest, from which spills flickering candlelight.


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Moonstar finds her way back to Epic Spin, "Would you of a half-pony, half-griffon living around?"


Female Hippogryph Savant 1

QuickRef:
[ HP 10/10 | AC 16/14/12 | CMD 12, Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +2 | Init +2, Perception +4 ]

As if on cue, a rather peculiar individual pushes in through the doors and out of the lowering summer darkness. At first glance she might be mistaken for an uncommon griffon (egret, perhaps? Her slender neck and her explosion of fluffy white head-feathers are considerably more elegant than the raptorial profile of most griffon commoners), but the clip-clop of hooves on the inn's sawdusted floor gives that first impression the lie.

Despite the concealment which her drably patched and stained cloak offers, she moves with a lithe elegance that seems somehow wholly inappropriate in the inn's rustic environs. If anything, her unkempt and leaf-stained appearance simply calls more attention to what she might be...If she were cleaned up and made presentable.

She looks perfectly pleased with herself at the moment, though, making a beeline for Epic Spin.

The newcomer does shy away momentarily at the sight of the nobly attired unicorn mare, but seems to gather her courage in little more than a heartbeat, standing slightly to the side and clearing her throat, eyes lowered.

"Pardon-milady-so-very-sorry! Hey Master Spin! I heard you might have a griffon guest passing through. Thought maybe I could trade you some fixings?" Chandni shrugs a slung crossbow to the side, reaching with her talons into one saddlepack that's overstuffed with dirty herbs and digging around before drawing out a trio of quite plump, quite dead rabbits...much to the distaste of some of the nearer ponies.

OOC:
I figure if there can be pelican-griffons (Gustav le Grand) there can be egret-griffons.

As for Chandni's bizarre-but-attractive appearance...She's a peculiar hybrid with a 19 charisma, and at her young age I doubt the majority of her charisma is focused on leadership/force of personality.


Epic Spin

"Yes," says Epic Spin, slipping a coin into your bit-purse with his good wing, before scooping your catch out of sight beneath it. He almost manages to disguise the look of distaste upon his face. "Thank you for your consideration," he murmurs quietly - just loud enough for the nearby patrons to hear, "but please use the kitchen entrance next time you're making a delivery. Anyway," he pauses, "someone here looking for you, it seems," he says, and hurries away to remove the brace of bunnies from the sight and smell of his patrons.


Male Zebra Cavalier/1

After kneeling briefly at the lunar shrine, Zophio trots to the annex and taps on the door.


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Midnight Dove followed Zophio, feeling a little bit worried...

Come on, it's stupid... Everything will be fine: we get back the book, and we return to Canterlot. Easy.

However... She was still uneasy. She whispered a prayer to the Moon in order to reassured herself.


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Moonstar looks at the hippogriff, frowning, "I am Princess Moonstar Eclipse daughter of Garrick and Pavise Rain. What is your name." she sounds rather neutral, neither condescending nor joyful.


Female Hippogryph Savant 1

You don’t fly without learning to recover. Sudden gusts of wind, unforeseen collisions… Predators and enemies, Moon help us!...all kinds of things can leave you tumbling, out of control.

Unless you’re really lucky, you only fail to recover once. And when you do, you probably never worry about anything, ever again. Epic Spin was lucky, and look at him. Chandni was fortunate enough to barter some meat to a griffon once to teach her about survival flying. Nevertheless, she feels right now as if the floor of the inn has dropped out from under her. He feathered ears clamp back against her skull, while her white crest fluffs in involuntary fear. Stretching her taloned limbs beneath her and very nearly touching her chest to the floor, she bows, and stays down, not daring to lift her eyes from the sawdusted planks beneath the stranger’s …the Princess’s! …hooves.

It’s a darned good thing Spin took those conies from her or she’d probably have dropped them out of surprise and fright.

“I’m s-so sorry, Majesty! I d-didn’t mean to interrupt! I didn’t know!” Somehow the question eventually penetrates through the realization bouncing around her skull that she’s just interrupted one of the bloody king’s own children, and a Spearpointer at that. “I, I didn’t know! I’m just Chandni, your Majesty. J-just Chandni. Nobody, I’m so sorry. I’ll j-just go now shall I?”


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Respect was always nice, but just plain old short simple courtesy was far preferable in Moonstar's opinion, so she quite nearly rolled her eyes, some rural peoples avoided the kowtowing, which was refreshing, sadly, not one of those days. "Well, just Chandni, stand up. It'll be hard to walk like that. It's not like you're in trouble, so come. We have something to discuss."

Moonstar heads for her room, Mac discreetly telling which one it is.


Female Hippogryph Savant 1

Chandni straightens nervously, thoughts running through her head at breakneck speed. At least the unicorn had said she wasn't in trouble, but then the next thing she said made no sense at all. What under the Moon could a Princess have to discuss with the likes of her? Still, what is she going to do? Say 'no'?

"Y-yes, your Majesty," Chandni mumbles, and follows the Princess meekly.


Male Griffon Scout 1
Quick Reference:
[ HP 8/11 | AC 17/14/13, CMD 16, Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +0 | Init +4; Perception +4 ]

I knew I should have put ranks in Knowledge (nobility) this early. Does Shub here know who Pavise Rain is? He does have Knowledge (local) which could work.

Shubshi stayed quiet, watching the scene the two made from his little corner. He would have preferred blending in the crowd, but he was a griffon among ponies. So corners it was.

They weren't very subtle, unlike him which managed to assume not being very interesting aside from some foals who kept bugging him. Their parents helpfully reined them in.

He thought some more.

The hippogryph, Chandni, had moved quickly to deliver the game upon hearing he was a guest. Likely a pegasus saw him and passed on the information through the local rumor mill, or Chandni herself saw him pass by. He wasn't hiding his approach but he still felt annoyed that he got noticed.

The game was easy to figure out as well. She wouldn't have had time to both hunt them and deliver them to the inn, but she would have been already interested in game as a hippogryph. The rabbits were likely already-caught rabbits instead of newly caught ones.

He hadn't expected Moonstar to be royalty but it was still in the realm of possibility. That begged the question as to what a daughter of Garrick was doing here and whether the information he could get from eavesdropping on them would be of any use.

Hmm. Decisions. Any information regarding royalty was valuable, he supposed, but he already had his job and was planning on keeping a low profile.

Risk or reward. He waited a few more moments thinking it over, waiting until the two were gone before asking one of the nearby parents a question.

"Say, who was that hippogryph anyway? Not everyday you get called for a private conversation from royalty."


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Mac closes the door behind them and stands discreetly in a corner.

Moonstar looks the hippogriff over appraisingly. "I have heard some interesting things about you. How much do you know?"


Female Hippogryph Savant 1

Chandni's narrow beak moves a few moments, wordless and confused. She keeps her gaze down around the floorboards. "I...what?" Her ears drift back again.

"A-about what, Majesty? H-herbs?" She dares a quick glance at the unicorn, still not letting her gaze rise to meet Moonstar's own.

She racks her brain, trying to imagine what business a noble...a princess of the Alicorn line! ...could have with her, but she has no idea what Moonstar is talking about. "P-perhaps your Majesty is seeking someone else?" There, that wasn't quite the same as saying a mistake had been made, was it?


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

Moonstar was amused, then sighed as she chastised herself for being so vague. Habits die hard.

"Perhaps, if there is another hippogriff named Chandni living in this area? Perhaps another one telling stories that should not be told?"


Female Hippogryph Savant 1

Chandni opens her beak, then closes it with a puzzled click. "I...I don't understand, your Majesty. I tell the same old stories everyone tells, and things I make up...? I don't know of any stories that I know which shouldn't be told?"


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

"So it never occurred to you that you should keep your heritage a secret then?"

If I am headed off track let me know.


Pavise Rain is pretty famous so I think Shubshi would know who she was

Inn the Fallen Apple

Around you, there's a distinct scraping of tables and shuffling of hooves as ponies glance around and pay attention. Nobles mean opportunity... and danger. "Princess," a plain, weathered, face earthpony with a hoe brand-of-destiny acknowledges, bending his forelegs into a bow, and the other ponies follow in turn, and silence falls as they do so.

"Is that the Pwincess?" An adorable green-coated blankflank filly asks, before her mother hushes her.

"A toast to the Princess," the hoe-marked pony calls, turning as he rises.

"The Princess," echoes around the inn, and ponies drink deep of the draughts in front of them.

Gradually, as the Princess continues her business with Chandni, the room begins to return to its regular volume. Chandni spots a pony she knows, one she might even call a friend, if not a close one - but Watery Whisp lets her long hair fall over her eyes, and the dark-grey mare slips swiftly from the room rather than intervene between the hippogriff and the Princess.

Church of St Charlyle's

With a rattle as some bar behind is withdrawn, and a heavy groan, the great door of St Charlyle's swings open. The stallion behind is a pale shade of pink, the blonde fuzz of his mane stretching across his head and down around his mouth, matching the flaring solar brand upon his rump. He wears his shining vestments, though they're hastily donned and rumpled. "What disaster befalls Rondel in the Sun's last minutes?" He snaps. "Do heretics assault the village? Have dark forces taken root within an innocent soul?" He seems almost eager for action, his young body coiled like a spring.


Female Hippogryph Savant 1
Moonstar Eclipse wrote:

"So it never occurred to you that you should keep your heritage a secret then?"

If I am headed off track let me know.

"Heritage?!" The hippogryph stifles what might otherwise have become a hysterical laugh. "Your Majesty..." No, wait, she mentally chides herself. One does not accuse a Princess of making bad jokes. "...I...No, Majesty, I am not aware of any 'heritage' that is accorded to half-blood throwaways such as myself. Certainly none storied enough to be tellable tales."

But the feathers at the nape of her neck tense. She'd made up that thing, once, hadn't she? About being the great-great-grandaughter of some griffon noble or other. She shouldn't have tried to hold herself above the other young foals on some romantic made-up ancestry, but all the other foals had parents...

And then there were the spirits, but they were just made up too...Weren't they?


F Moonborn Changling (unicorn) Sorc
Status:
HP 5, spd 3, mwpd 4

"Not officially, or you wouldn't be out here. But you really shouldn't have gone talking about it, either. There are reasons why half-bloods like you don't officially get heritage. Not fair ones perhaps, but we must deal with what was handed to us. It is better to not have rumors either. Some families would have slain you instead of giving you a fair if common home somewhere. I have no idea what possessed the servants to pass the knowledge on to you."

She paused a moment, looking towards the door "At least you don't have ponies acting like idiots if they know who are. The dining room, all scraping, bowing, and murmuring. It gets tiresome.


Female Hippogryph Savant 1

Chandni starts to say something, then stops, her brows still knitted and ears still splayed in confusion. She thinks a moment, then starts again. "Majesty, all respect but I d-don't..."

Her feathered tail lashes behind her in frustration. "I know herbs, your Majesty. I can hunt a little. Yes, I do tell stories to the foals. But I have absolutely no idea what rumors or servants your Majesty is talking about."


Female Unicorn Oracle Level 1 (Life), HP 6/10, AC 15/ T 11/ FF 14

Surprised, Midnight Dove took a step back.

Oh, by the Moon... Why is this pony yelling?!

"Erm... I'm afraid that it isn't the case. My partner and I were sent by the Church of Canterlot. We are here to receive a relic from Father Crimson Zeal."

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