Ni'tir chuckled at the straight forward way Danath moved, she imagined him as a bolt of lightning and Rupert as the tallest tree in the forest about to be struck. His words danced in her ears in the briefest whisper and she changed her armor to include a thin dark veil across her lips to hopefully hide her lips. "I got da Mayor." Her mwangian accent made it hard to pronounce Mayor clearly but she was slowly enjoying this game Danath was playing, divide and conquer. Almost like how wolves would separate the weak from a herd and then move in for the kill.
This would be fun...
She approached, allowing her exotic appearance, clothing and height to allow her to dominate the area with her mere presence. Once she was able to she approached the mayor. "Pardon me, I am Ni'Tir of da Silver Dragonmen, do ya have time to speak before dis begins?" She wuietly hoped her accent wouldn't get her turned away but only time would tell in this political mire...
Kaldwell snorted when he heard Darnath mention that he'd take Rupert. "You're welcome to him," the rogue murmured. He had no idea what his kind was doing here. No doubt it would be some cunning plan to bring the Stolen Lands firmly under the dominance of House Surtova, not the nation. It was the kind of thing they were good at. No doubt his very presence was part of the plan, too, but ties of blood were harder to break than any chain forged by a God.
Instead, her turned back to the hall and observed. He trusted Okana to look out for threats to the physical - not entirely impossible in a situation like this. Some of these groups would love to remove the competition and carve a bigger slice of the pie out for themselves - while he looked for threats to the future.
The politics in the air was thick. He was too far down the line to ever be likely to claim the throne without a great deal of bloodshed, but Kaldwell had been trained. Who spoke to whom, the glances they gave each other, how discrete they kept the conversation...it spoke volumes without ever saying a word he could hear. He was looking for the alliances in the making, the rivalries already there or starting to grow, and the opportunity to strengthen or weaken either, as served him best. The rogue's way was to attack unseen on the battlefield - the Surtova way to control from the shadows in the throne room. It was a surprisingly similar mind set.
Prior to arriving, Kiri also uses her arcane gifts to stay in contact with the leaders of the other groups as well as most of the White Coven.
Message with Danath, Kaldwell, Rhasadilara, Venetia, Janus, Halcorg, and Edelhur.
Kiri continues to stand to the side of the room, trying to watch the actions of others, but unable to concentrate on anyone for more than a few moments. After a few moments, she decides to see if she can get a little assistance.
Whisper: If any of us can get personal items from any of the other groups, I can use them to possibly listen in on the plans of the other groups. I do not trust the Oracles or the Order, and after the foolish challenge from the Four Swords, we need to make sure they do not get one of us killed.
Hair clippings or fingernails or blood is best, but any personal item will help me to possibly listen in on their planning.
Kiri whispers this while she is by herself on the side of the room so that none can overhear.
The tall Shoanti arrives wearing his rather beaten chain shirt covered with a cleaned wolf skin. While the others mingle and visit, he stays near his wife, alertly watching the assemblage knowing that his wife's vision is as likely to be on another plane as on the person standing in front of her.
Perception:
Suddenly a blur of color appears on Kiri's shoulder. A second later you see a tiny woman with rainbow wings sitting on the Varisian's shoulder holding one of the smallest mugs you have ever seen.
Kiri looks up: Great, where did you get that?
The tiny woman replies: This is a party, enjoy yourself. Grab a mug of ale, and get one for your big lug of a husband.
Kiri sighs: No, where did you get the mug? I rather doubt they are serving fairies.
The rainbow winged woman giggles: One of the Swordlords seems to like art, I figured he would not miss the tiny mug. I will return it.
Kiri shakes her head: You are going to get me into no end of trouble. No finish drinking and put the mug back where it belongs.
As Kiri turns her head back, the fairy sticks her tongue out at the white haired harrower and then continues to drink her ale.
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While on the way to the dinner Kiritta keeps thinking in the harrowing she made.
At the center the Queen Mother. It all moves around her. The Stolen Lands? The Regent Surtova? His royal cousin Rupert? Who is the queen mother?
In the past an eclipse, the doom that came to our enemies, that plunged them into darkness and despair. But then appeared the Publican, as they found refuge and were saved. Finally the Lost, a place where time has no meaning and the way to destroy them disappeared. Or is the Stolen Lands, lost forever and without saving?
Right now the Sickness, a way to destroy them. The queen mother meaning that they need to bow to the power, at least for now. And the Dance, the establishment working against us. So we need to submit in order to prevail? Or The Stolen Lands need to worsen so it can be healed?
And the always variable future. The Snakebite. She had never seen the Snakebite in the positive future. It made no sense. You need to do what you don't want, what harms you, in order to succeed. Embrace the poison. Make a jump. The Wanderer, we depend on separating the good on the bad, the friend from the foe, that will make the difference.
But the card that made her shiver was the last one. The Owl. The yellow eyes looked at her, unblinking, examining her, filled with hate and evil. The enemy knows you. The enemy is seeing you. The enemy knows what will happen. It already knows how this ends. How can you prevail against it? What is the meaning of the thread? What does it signifies?
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Edeldhur is quickly surrounded by men asking for his advice, as he is reputedly one of the smartest persons in Restov, and everyone seems to have one last counsel to ask him. Many tells him he can count on them if he ever need help on his new enterprise, and wish him the best.
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Daliedhur feels a little unconformable at seeing all the other women being more pretty and charming than her, even if her elven heritage normally is attractive to humans. But that has never been her case.
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Ni'Tir approaches the Mayor, that even in his old age is unable to look at the physique of the tall and strong Mwangi.
"Umm... Sorry, yes of course I remember you, you are an exceptional woman indeed. And your mount. By Abadar, I had never imagined i would see a magnificent beast like it."
After some pleasantries she gets away, as she is not able to get anything out from him.
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Danath feels the party as a combat. Different than one with steel and fire, but dangerous the same. And he knew he was as skilled in one as in the other. He quickly secured an audience with Rupert, more or less private, using his etiquette and charm to get Rupert's own Guardsmen help.
When he reaches Rupert Surtova he has to concede he is seeing another person as skilled in the social combat as he is, and their encounter displays an exquisite technique by both participants.
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Kaldwell quickly identifies the players at the big dinner room. Those where the Rotslanders independentists, lead by the Mayor. Those where the conservatives, lead by the principal grain merchant of Restov, fearful of the effect of a war on his fortunes. That was Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III, trying to gain in the Stolen Lands what he wasn't able to gain in Restov, but maybe too strong-headed and city born to prosper in the wilderness, as with his four pupils.
About the Cenobitic Order was hard to say... they were strange and aloft, inscrutable in their designs.
He was also certain Saul Magill was a decoy from the Oracle's Shadow. But, where were they? Where they somebody in the room? Who could be their real agents?
And Rupert himself... he remembered Rupert as a small boy, too sincere and honest for a real Surtova, sent away by his father as it was deemed "unfit" for the politics of the court. Was him the one that defeated a Numerian invasion? Did he not heard that he stopped a plot to kill a crusade contingent towards the Worldwound? Obviously Noleski wanted to get rid of him by sending him out to the Stolen Lands, while crushing Rostland effort to bolster their power. But what about Rupert? Why was he here? What does he wanted?
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Xritha, as if not important, points towards Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III, and says:
"He is evil, you know?"
At the same Halcorg notices the Four Swords as they leave the women alone, get together, and start moving towards him.
Kiritta, be ready.
Xiritha flies away while Halcorg feels the tension get to his body as the four men, all in flamboyant but comfortable clothes, and armed (if albeit lightly), approach directly to him and Kiritta.
The one that challenged him is the first to talk:
"Cousins, this is the barbarian that broke my arm... Kill him!"
The other three move their hands towards their Aldori Dueling Swords, and then break in laughter. The one with red hair retorts him.
"Are you mad Don? He did us a favor by showing how you defense technique is as bad as your breath! Hello, my name is Ralph, and we ask you to forgive my idiot cousin."
The other two are twins, as they are identical to each other, and one of them continues:
"I am Angelo, and my brother here is Leonel. Can you teach us how to fight with your hammer? We have to regain our honor, but would love to know how to beat you before you break my head!"
They all laugh for a second, and then, after looking in the eyes, as one they scream, turning many heads in disapproval.
"We are the four swords, and we bow to Harcorg, the Barbarian!"
They laugh loudly after that, without a worry in their eyes.
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Outside Xi'Tir enjoys the night, away from the strange party, while feeling pity for her sister, trapped inside the building instead of roaming free in the cold air.
Xi'Tir then notices a some carts leaving the premises, carrying big canvases (as for building a big tent), torches, some food, and chairs. The carts seems to be heading outside of the city.
This entire dinner was like a throw of the dice in a gambling den, one poor roll and you may lose everything but luck sometimes favored the bold and today Danath hoped she was on his side. He'd take all the luck he could get to succeed in this endeavor to the Stolen Lands, however he wouldn't sacrifice his men on a mission that was already lost. So tonight he focused on understanding the game being played, the positions of power that were forming and the players involved lest they fall prey to one of a dozens plots circulating in the room at this very moment.
He left Seraph behind when he secured his audience, he knew she was skilled enough to take care of herself for now and he focused everything into understanding Rupert and the role he played tonight. He stood until bidden to sit and put on his warmest facade for everyone around them as he and Ruperts battle began...
Time to toss the dice...
Anton is visibly uncomfortable in the political environment. Though he's always been good at talking to people, he hasn't had much patience for nobles and their ways for many years - not since he started adventuring.
The prospect of the adventure that lies before him thrills him. He feels restless in his own skin, not to mention the stiff, formal clothes he wears under and over his mithral shirt. Well-fitted, of course - one has to remain looking one's best even in uncomfortable situations. The dark-haired man looks around, before surreptitiously taking a glass of wine from a tray. Sipping it, he looks around for those he knows - the other so-called "Heroes of Restov". He sees one of his fellows soon enough - the elf Edeldhur, and after a brief pause to down his wine and place it on another passing tray, he heads over, greeting the elf with a warm smile.
"Good evening, Edeldhur. I see you're enjoying the festivities far more than I am. Me, I'd rather it was all over already," he mutters, attempting to loosen the sleeves of his jacket and failing. "The atmosphere in here is stifling. What do you make of it all?"
Xi'Tire was intrigued by the carriage that was on the move. Smiling as darkness fell she decided it would be fun to see what thsee people were upto...
She stalked after them trying to stick to the shadows and not make herself too noticeable. She didn't go alone however as Chi hoped behind her, enjoying the hunt as much as her master.
A moment after the tiny flying woman, Xritha, whispers something into Kiri's ear, Kiri whispers through her message spell.
Whisper: The leader of the the sword buffoons. He has a dark soul. He is a bad person. If we can get something of his, I would like to listen to his planning and plotting.
As the four sword wannabes approach, Halcorg simply sighs and whispers through his connection with Kiri: Desna save us. Please make these buffoons go away.
After the four have finished their dog and pony show (more of a chihuahua and miniture pony show), Halcorg simply crosses his arms and stares down at the four.
I repeat what I told you earlier, you and your friends need to spend more time evaluating your foes, and less time attempting to one up each other. You are free to bow to me, but know that I am no Barbarian. I am a ranger and scout who can guide through even the deepest forests. If you wish to find barbarians, I do believe you should head north into Brevoy. The ways of those in this land are far more barbaric than the ways of the Shoanti and many other tribesmen I have met over the years.
As Halcorg attempts to instruct the sword ninnies, Kiritta returns to considering the rather troubling harrowing from earlier in the day.
What would be the center. The Queen Mother in the here and now. Perhaps the who is the unknown, it is only that one shall become the center. The center of the new nation.
But, great care must be taken for there are those who will plot against us, not just competitors, but evil. Those with dark and maligned hearts who seek only to cause pain and grief. Those who would create a nation where the populace is nothing more than slaves such as the undead of Nex. With this, her eyes refocus on the ostentatiously named Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III.
As she gazes at the evil noble and begins to again think about the portent, she is suddenly disturbed by a waitress bearing a tray full of sweets. Before she can stop her, the tiny fairy suddenly jumps down onto the tray grabbing several handfuls of candied goodies. So surprised is the waitress that she drops the tray. Kiri attempts to catch the falling tray, but this only causes the tray to flip over resulting in dozens of bite sized chocolate treats being spread across the floor beneath the unknowing feet of the other patrons.
Kiri quickly casts a spell, prestidigitation, to help clean the mess, before turning to the fairy with her chocolate covered fingers and face.
If you do that again, I am going to lock you in my pack. I told you to stay out of trouble, now look at the mess you made.
Anton is visibly uncomfortable in the political environment. Though he's always been good at talking to people, he hasn't had much patience for nobles and their ways for many years - not since he started adventuring.
The prospect of the adventure that lies before him thrills him. He feels restless in his own skin, not to mention the stiff, formal clothes he wears under and over his mithral shirt. Well-fitted, of course - one has to remain looking one's best even in uncomfortable situations. The dark-haired man looks around, before surreptitiously taking a glass of wine from a tray. Sipping it, he looks around for those he knows - the other so-called "Heroes of Restov". He sees one of his fellows soon enough - the elf Edeldhur, and after a brief pause to down his wine and place it on another passing tray, he heads over, greeting the elf with a warm smile.
"Good evening, Edeldhur. I see you're enjoying the festivities far more than I am. Me, I'd rather it was all over already," he mutters, attempting to loosen the sleeves of his jacket and failing. "The atmosphere in here is stifling. What do you make of it all?"
Edeldhur makes his best effort in responding to everyone that accosts him with questions or requests for advice - he has a reputation for sharing his own knowledge as need dictates, and he makes no secret of what he knows on the most varied of topics, but not having seen Anton for some time, the elf moves toward him with an open, broad smile at the sight of his companion, and unceremoniously hugs him - "I have missed you my friend. I knew you would be complaining at all this ruckus" - he offers a clap on his friends' shoulder - "We have spoken about this before, no realm can do away with its court social activities, and that is all there is to it"
"You know me" - he continues - "You know I believe we should always be at ease, firm and reliant on the knowledge we posses - either about Cave Trolls, or the most dreaded of creatures... The social beast" - the elf laughs as his sister simply shakes her head.
Arv enters several minutes past fashionably late. After having his good friend, Mulray, sneak a peek inside, he changed into an outfit which was both flattering, and was of the perfect accent to the colors of the decor. Upon arrival, he sent Mulray and Lil Karou off to mingle with the drivers and footmen of the other guests.
On his way through the crowd, he nods to the surrounded Edeldhur and bows to Daliedhur. "Enchanting my dear. Your natural beauty does what the so-called finest clothiers of the city cannot do for these highborn walking meringues."
He then catches sight of Danath... With his charm and social acumen he is clearly in command of the conversation. Those who attempt to keep pace are - more often than not, as helpless as marks at a shell game. Arv settles in to watch as Danath moves in to face Rupert...
"Personal items you say, and blood is best? Well, I cannot approve of stealing, so I guess I'll just have to get something from them that they would be willing to give me." Venetia whispers in response to Kiritta message, the middle aged woman licking her lips as she finishes.
Venetia was never one to keep to herself, that was for sure, nor did she often let her daughter out of her sight, but an event such as this required her to let both Venetia and her daughter "entertain" and Venetia knew she would fare better in doing so without her daughter following her around.
Examining the room, Venetia decides it best to gather a little information before she chooses her target.
Venetia begins asking around the party about The Oracle's Shadow, seeing if she could figure out who their leader is and how best to approach them, knowing full well that group may very well be the most difficult to approach and obtain something personal from.
Halcorg suddenly hears a whisper in his ear: Get on their good side. Remember, to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. We do not know which these four shall be.
Halcorg turns and gives Kiri a quick look before turning back to the youths.
You have trained with your local blades. But, what if you are fighting something that is not easily harmed by a blade, say something as simple and common as a skeleton? Or, what if you are fighting something that is build in such a manner as to be difficult for your pointy swords to easily find vulnerable spots such as many oozes or elementals?
Before I can even attempt to train you, I will have to see how you respond in real combat. Not just in friendly duels to the first blood. Perhaps, tomorrow, if the Swordlords have not already sent me on a mission, we can go south and see if we can find something that we can use to test your skills.
Halcorg thinks for a moment:
What is south of here? I have not been there in some time. I understand that far to the south are trolls and giants and other unnamed horrors, but these are not what we need. Perhaps we can find worgs or some other less dangerous foe, at least less dangerous to a prepared warrior.
With that, Halcorg gives the much shorter Aldori sword quartet a stare that would stop a bull in its tracks as he waits for them to respond.
Kaldwell considered Kirrita's request. He wondered if his blood would be close enough to allow them to spy on Ruper. But it didn't seem likely, somehow....they may share blood but his blood wasn't the same. For a start he had no real wish to go south.
A quick attempt to see if he could spot anything else didn't go terribly well. Instead, Kaldwell decided to focus on the Aldori. If his soul was dark then he would be a problem, and he wanted to be able to keep a magical eye on such problems. He didn't like the idea of taking something from a trained swordmaster - he could probably carve Kaldwell apart - but the party should restrain the man's wrath somewhat.
Moving behind the man, who was hopefully focused on his idiot students, Kaldwell 'accidentally' tried to snag some of his hair on the cufflinks of his shirt. With luck the man wouldn't even notice any caught hairs.
Cursing, Kaldwell turned and bowed. "My apologies, Blademaster. I fear the evening's drinks have slowed my reflexes and addled my wits." He glanced at this cufflink, hoping to see a few strands of hair caught there.
"Personal items you say, and blood is best? Well, I cannot approve of stealing, so I guess I'll just have to get something from them that they would be willing to give me." Venetia whispers in response to Kiritta message, the middle aged woman licking her lips as she finishes.
Kiri quickly responds to the paladin's inquiry:
As with you, I cannot condone anything that would qualify as criminal. However, anything of theirs that may be gotten can be of use. Hair from a hat, dry skin from a sword hilt, a discarded scarf. Most anything can be used, but the more personal the item, the more useful.
Prior to arriving, Kiri also uses her arcane gifts to stay in contact with the leaders of the other groups as well as most of the White Coven.
Message with Danath, Kaldwell, Rhasadilara, Venetia, Janus, Halcorg, and Edelhur.
Kiri continues to stand to the side of the room, trying to watch the actions of others, but unable to concentrate on anyone for more than a few moments. After a few moments, she decides to see if she can get a little assistance.
Whisper: If any of us can get personal items from any of the other groups, I can use them to possibly listen in on the plans of the other groups. I do not trust the Oracles or the Order, and after the foolish challenge from the Four Swords, we need to make sure they do not get one of us killed.
Hair clippings or fingernails or blood is best, but any personal item will help me to possibly listen in on their planning.
Kiri whispers this while she is by herself on the side of the room so that none can overhear.
Edeldhur responds to the message as soon as he receives it - "Why the distrust of the Oracles Kirita?"
"Marius, we're late." The dwarf grunted disapprovingly at the tall Ulfen dressed in the black and red robes of the Order of the God-Claw. "This is not the way to impress our employers you know. And it's not a trait I want associated with my Forge when I open it."
Even as he spoke he looked at himself in the mirror. His thick hands adjusted the straps on his finely polished and engraved armor. The armor shined with ancient runes of splendor.
"This could be a fine opportunity for us. The connections we make tonight could serve us well in the following months. So be on your best behavior and lighten up. Take that longword sized stick out your rear, you make people nervous with all that LAW and JUSTICE schtick."
Edeldhur responds to the message as soon as he receives it - "Why the distrust of the Oracles Kirita?"
Whisper: It is not that I do not trust them. It is that I do not know them. Until I know they are on my side, I shall assume they are not.
Whisper: On the other hand Lord Aldori reeks of malevolence. He I know we shall have to be wary of.
Edeldhur responds to the message as soon as he receives it - "Why the distrust of the Oracles Kirita?"Whisper: It is not that I do not trust them. It is that I do not know them. Until I know they are on my side, I shall assume they are not.
Whisper: On the other hand Lord Aldori reeks of malevolence. He I know we shall have to be wary of.
Again Edeldhur's response is almost immediate -"What do you mean reeks of malevolence?" - the question probably not a surprise for Kiritta, by now familiar with the elf's rational and analytical mindset.
Again Edeldhur's response is almost immediate -"What do you mean reeks of malevolence?" - the question probably not a surprise for Kiritta, by now familiar with the elf's rational and analytical mindset.Edeldhur responds to the message as soon as he receives it - "Why the distrust of the Oracles Kirita?"Whisper: It is not that I do not trust them. It is that I do not know them. Until I know they are on my side, I shall assume they are not.
Whisper: On the other hand Lord Aldori reeks of malevolence. He I know we shall have to be wary of.
Not realizing that her response had not been as succinct as it could have been, Kiri attempts to clarify: Certain people, and creatures, tend to have a light aura of good or a dark aura evil about them. Lord Aldori III's aura is black, pure evil.
Again, Edeldhur's response is expected - "I know about the auras Kiritta - I have studied them extensively. And you know that" - even without seeing his face, Kiritta knows that Edeldhur is smiling.
While her mother is busy canvasing the room for information, Tarina is enjoying the social event with her nanny/stand-in-mother, Lalia Lebeda. In events such as these, Lalia would stand in as Tarina's mother, and often times even claim to be the half elf's mother in order to protect Tarina and Venetia. Lalia herself is a noble, but one of much lower standing then Venetia, and luckily, Lalia is old enough to be Tarina's mother, as well as having a compatible husband, who fortunately or unfortunately, has since past on without leaving Lalia any children of her own.
Both Lalia and her late husband are half elves, and this lends itself well with Tarina's heritage. Lalia had always been a second mother to Tarina, but in events such as these, as far as anyone knew, Tarina was not a Medvyed, but a Lebeda.
Of course, this often meant she had to play down on the Arshea aspects of her life, and now was no different, so she simply would pretend to be Lalia's blind daughter in occasions such as these, trying not to draw too much attention to herself.
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Danath finds the duel against Rupert Surtova taxing him as he had never been. And he raises to the challenge. He is able to discern more from Rupert than Rupert is able to discern about him. He is able to see behind his facade to know he is an honorable man, and he has been sent with a specific purpose: To become King of the Stolen Lands, and guarantee the new Kingdom won't enable Rostland to push for his independence. In fact, the plan is to choke Rostland between the rock and a hard place and keep it under control. But Danath is able to see even more. Rupert sincerely don't want Brevoy to secede into several smaller kingdoms. He sees this as a opportunity of securing the peace and unity of a country he considers his own. Issia, Rostland, and the new territories, together as one.
And then Rupert looks away from him, at Venetia Medvyed who arrives at the party, and he excuses himself to go talk to her.
"I see you are a great man, and I am glad to have you with me in this project. I just hope I am able to convince you about the best way to proceed with it. Now please excuse me, I need to talk to somebody."
He gives a couple paces, and turns...
"I was forgetting, my helper will give you a note, as well as the other leaders of the selected groups. Please give me your trust in that."
The silent and serious halfling then comes next to you and hands you a piece of paper.
"South road, 3 miles outside the city. 2 hours before sunrise. Alone. RS"
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Seraph finds herself staring at a young man with a bandaged arm.
"Hello, my name is Don Khavortorov. What is yours?"
He makes his best effort to swoon Seraph, a brave enterprise as she towers almost a full head over him.
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Anton is, for a lack of a better word, assaulted by a cadre of young single noblewomen in love with his charm and presence. Only after several promises of later secret meetings he is able to reach Edelhur.
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Edelhur and Anton, after a little chatting, are approached by Saul Magill, proxy for the Oracle's Shadow.
"Your lordships! I bring you some great news! My employers, you know who they are, request a meeting with you both. They are very interested in developing a good relationship with their new partners in this enterprise, and I told them that your Lordships, with all your wisdom and knowledge would be great for that. So, if you can please follow me, I can take you with them. We just need to be discreet..."
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Sophia and Daliedhur stay back while the men go away, and quickly are greeted by a couple of the Four Swords.
"Hello Ladies, I am Angelo Khavortorov and my cousin here is Ralph, and we were wondering if you know "The Waltzing Goose", is a very nice establishment not far from here, and we would be privileged to take some beautiful ladies as yourselves there. After this ceremony is over, of course."
They are doing their best to be charming and polite, and seems to have practice in doing it.
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Kiritta Lyrakien familiar Xritha keeps eating a bit of chocolate, without repent, while Kiritta discusses about Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III, and only after she finishes she answers.
"I thought you would be glad I got rid of that thing. She is not human, and was only eavesdropping all of you."
After that the small outsider flies off towards the ceiling, and stays there, without paying attention to Kiritta.
Kiritta quickly looks for the waitress but is unable to see her.
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Halcorg starts to know the Four Swords better. They are young and reckless, charming and good natured. Like mischievous children. But he sees they are willing to learn and grow. When they are not chasing women, what they start to do quickly enough.
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Arv Akul'mar, after greeting the other guests, is surrounded by the most conservative members of Restov society. Their leader, Alfred Palkovitz, the most successful grain merchant of Rostland, makes a plea to him.
"Arv, my friend, you have always been a very centered person, always pondering the needs and opportunities in front of you. I need you to fix this thing. King Noleski has sent his own cousin to set things right, and we want you to talk to him and reassure him that the project to colonize the Stolen Lands is not a secession attempt. We need for you to calm him, and avoid a conflict that will hurt all of our interests. We have been thinking you can convince the others to offer the crown of the new lands to him, and that way lower the tension. Can we count on you? Will you talk to him?"
As far as you can say, he is sincere in what he says. These rich merchants fear what a conflict between Rostland and Issia can bring, and want to avoid it.
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Venetia is able to learn several thinks from the Oracle's Shadow. They are supposed to be four persons. At least of them is supposed to be part of the City Council, at least one works (or has access) to the military, and they seem to have unlimited resources and intelligence-gathering abilities. The fact that they were chosen even if they didn't show on person, but by the way of a proxy, is a testament of their influences and capabilities. And another thing. Most people thinks they a force for good, protecting the city in a very anonymous way. And many people laments they a going away to the Stolen Lands. Or are they?
But her investigations are cut short when Rupert Surtova comes in person to greet her.
"Venetia, do you recognize me?"
In that moment Venetia recalled a young adventurer she meet some 15 years ago while on a quest, and a wonderful couple weeks (or was them months) they spend together before they adventures took them away. And she remembered his name, Rupert Hetz, and his last words to her.
"I won't forget you."
And she also remembered his young and handsome face. And that face was the face of a young Rupert Surtova.
But then he moves away quickly...
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Kaldwell feels his tug on Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III cuff link harder that it should have been.
"Sir, you are a dirty thief, and I demand a satisfaction!"
Rudolf moves to draw his Aldori Duel sword but he is unable to, as Rupert Surtova prevents him from doing it.
"Blademaster, surely you are not accusing my cousin Kaldwell of robbery. That would be an affront to the Surtova family honor. Kaldwell was only coming to me, as I signal him to do, and accidentally got stuck on your clothes."
Rudolf looks at both Kaldwell and Rupert with anger, and then bows.
"Of course, I was confused. Now if you excuse me."
He quickly turns and go away.
Rupert Surtova then turns and smiles at Kaldwell.
"Cousin, I had missed you."
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Tarina and Laila stay a little away from the rest of the people, when a person in the Cenobitic orders robes approach them. Is hard to distinguish if its a male or female, as all of the members of the order cut all their hair and beard, and dress the same, but Tarina can distinguish it is a female, because of her melodious voice.
"Excuse me for asking, but you are Tarina, the prophet, right?"
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Marius and Hrraggar arrive late at the party, but are quickly approached by member of the Blacksmith and Woodwork guilds, interesting in talking about the opportunities the Stolen Lands can bring, and make the necessary contacts.
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Xi'Tir and Chi follow the carts (there are several of them), without letting them see her, some miles off the south road, outside the city. Then several workers start to build a pavilion, preparing it as for a meeting of a couple dozen people.
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Mulray goes outside and sees a waitress quickly leaving the town hall, and going south.
He thinks a noble must have take advantage of her. Happens all the time. But why Karou hiss at her? Is she a thief? She seems to be carrying something below her skirt, on her back. Or is it a tail?
Ni'Tire was out of her element here and so she sat back and observed for anything strange going on...
Wow lol just gonna sit quietly... :p
Anton turns to Edeldhur with a grin. "Our wisdom and knowledge! Fancy that! Well, a private meeting sounds far preferable to this stuffy place. I think I can feel the walls here closing in already. I'd far rather be alone with one of those lovely maidens there." With that he winks to one of the ladies who accosted him earlier, snagging a new glass of wine from nearby and raising it.
"Time's a-wasting," he says, with another wink to his friend. "Sofia, darling, you'll be alright to wait here, won't you?"
Sofia blinks, startled from her silent observations by her brother's words. "Of course," is all she manages to say, before Anton is disappearing into the crowd again. Another blink, and she's lost him. She takes Edeldhur by the upper arm and mutters in his ear, "Don't let him drink too much, and keep him out of trouble," before letting the elf go, and leaning against a nearby wall.
She doesn't find the event stifling like her brother does - she actually finds it rather interesting. She simply knows her presence isn't the best here, as diplomacy and reason were never her strong points. Slicing a man open three times before he hit the ground? That was. It was the reason she wore her old lamellar, and both her blades, even to such a formal event - she knew she could get away with it. She may not be able to talk fancy like her brother, but she could get people to back down if the situation arose.
On his way through the crowd, he nods to the surrounded Edeldhur and bows to Daliedhur. "Enchanting my dear. Your natural beauty does what the so-called finest clothiers of the city cannot do for these highborn walking meringues."
Edeldhur returns the nod to Arv - "Well met friend"
As for Daliedhur, the elven woman offers a short bow towards the half orc - "Thank you" - she responds shortly - "Though I am not interested in participating in such a beauty challenge, your compliment is most kind" - she responds in her usual good humour.
Again, Edeldhur's response is expected - "I know about the auras Kiritta - I have studied them extensively. And you know that" - even without seeing his face, Kiritta knows that Edeldhur is smiling.
[dice=Knowledge (Local)?]1d20+17
[dice=Knowledge (Nobility)?]1d20+12
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Edelhur and Anton, after a little chatting, are approached by Saul Magill, proxy for the Oracle's Shadow.
"Your lordships! I bring you some great news! My employers, you know who they are, request a meeting with you both. They are very interested in developing a good relationship with their new partners in this enterprise, and I told them that your Lordships, with all your wisdom and knowledge would be great for that. So, if you can please follow me, I can take you with them. We just need to be discreet..."
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With a smile Edeldhur responds to the emissary - "It will be a pleasure my good sir, with all our Wisdom and knowledge" - he displays a good hearted smile - "Lead the way, and we shall follow"
Anton turns to Edeldhur with a grin. "Our wisdom and knowledge! Fancy that! Well, a private meeting sounds far preferable to this stuffy place. I think I can feel the walls here closing in already. I'd far rather be alone with one of those lovely maidens there." With that he winks to one of the ladies who accosted him earlier, snagging a new glass of wine from nearby and raising it.
"Time's a-wasting," he says, with another wink to his friend. "Sofia, darling, you'll be alright to wait here, won't you?"
Edeldhur is laughing by now - "Our wisdom and knowledge indeed Anton. Let us move towards this private meeting then, and hope there aren't too many distractions therein, that could cloud your wisdom" - he speaks to his companion as he moves off.
Sofia blinks, startled from her silent observations by her brother's words. "Of course," is all she manages to say, before Anton is disappearing into the crowd again. Another blink, and she's lost him. She takes Edeldhur by the upper arm and mutters in his ear, "Don't let him drink too much, and keep him out of trouble," before letting the elf go, and leaning against a nearby wall.
The smile widening just a tad further, Edeldhur nods at Sofia - "You need not worry, I will keep my eye on him, though you and I both know he is more than able to deal with any trouble that may head his way. Still, I will be there"
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Just before leaving, the elf turns to his sister with a single word - "Behave"
Lord Rupert didn't escape without a final word from Danath, who affixed this possibly honorable lord with his storm cloud colored eyes. It was a look that would chill the blood of lesser men and put aside all thought of delicacy and etiquette as he tried to impart his wisdom upon Lord Rupert. " Remember that mindsets can not be changed through force and coercion. No idea can ever be forcibly thrust upon any one. They will rally, they will fight as before. Only through peril will Brevoy band together. If you corner them then they will have only two choices. Move or Fight and we both know what they will do. So you must give them a reason to cast aside pride and unify, only then you will see the Brevoy I envision. You are an honorable man and I know you can see a better path then what you spoke of. Please consider my words carefully Lord Rupert as we will only have one chance at this, if we fail its all on us... " He wanted to shake Lord Rupert resolve, to make him throw off the shackles his family had out upon him. To break free of his ties and truly seek a better tomorrow, not just what his family believed to be best.
When Lord Rupert departed Danath didn't sit long he heard Ni'Tir tsk at her failure. His eyes missed little as Seraph spoke to an injured man, he didn't know what was being said but he doubt the man was doing well by the blank look she was giving him...
He moved towards the mayor then his armor gleaming with the fluidity of his motions. Ever motion imparted a sense of duty as he approached the Lord Mayor, again relying on his voice and using it tks the greatest effect he could to garner the information they needed. "Lord Mayor may i have the pleasure of an audience to discuss this quest further?"
Daiedhur shakes her head at her brother as he moves away. Turning towards Sofia she comments smirking - "Have you ever noticed how akin these gatherings are to a jungle? You have predators, preys, and a whole scenario, beautifully set up...." - then with a slight smile adds - "How are you Sofia?"
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Sophia and Daliedhur stay back while the men go away, and quickly are greeted by a couple of the Four Swords.
"Hello Ladies, I am Angelo Khavortorov and my cousin here is Ralph, and we were wondering if you know "The Waltzing Goose", is a very nice establishment not far from here, and we would be privileged to take some beautiful ladies as yourselves there. After this ceremony is over, of course."
They are doing their best to be charming and polite, and seems to have practice in doing it.
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As the young men approach, she listens to them with a sideglance towards Sofia, letting the silence linger for uncomfortably long moments.
She refrained for raising a questioning eyebrow at the mans before her as his injury appeared fresh and his pride would be just as battered. "Seraph Whitemoor Captain of the Silver Dragonflight. Is there something you need Don?" She didn't mean for it to sound harsh but she was performing her duty and watching out for Lord Danath was more of a priority then entertaining this young mans brash attempt at winning her over.
Hearing the words of the ever opinionated lyrakien, Kiri calls to Halcorg.
Try to find that waitress. Xritha says she was eavesdropping.
With that, Halcorg looks to the Four Swords and tells them that he will see them tomorrow, before he heads out searching for the waitress.
Perception:
Survival(track):
If he sees any of the other cohorts ourside, he will flag them down and ask if they have seen the waitress.
Daliedhur knows they are the most gifted students of Rudolf Aldori school, and known daredevils and womanizers.
Nodding but not smiling, Daliedhur responds to the offer - "You may wait for me outside, once the ceremony is finished - if I am not there, it will be because I have decided not to accept your invitation - that is my answer"
She raced an eyebrow then, the audacity of this young man was abhorrent and she wasn't unused to this kind of treatment in this setting. She was about to tell this womanizer off when she saw Danath move past and towards the Mayor. It was then for the briefest moment their eyes met instilling a silent reminder of why they were here. Remembering her orders she marshalled her resolve and put on a more pleasant smile as she said. "How sweet, but duty leaves that in short supply I am afraid. So Don, to which group do you hail from then?"
She snags a glass of champagne as the server moves past, swirling it around as she stood there speaking to Don and watching Danaths backside.
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"How sweet, but duty leaves that in short supply I am afraid. So Don, to which group do you hail from then?"
His chest puffs when answering...
"I am the leader of the Four Swords! You must have heard from us! "He thinks that one part for a seconds and continues:
"But only the good things are truth, the others are inventions of envious men! Hey, my cousins and me are going to a nice Inn after this for a beer to wash down this boring affair witha some fun, do you care to join us?"
Danath was relaxed, in his element as he spoke with the mayor and pleased that his direct approach was paying off for now. "Firstly, my compliments to your planners the arrangements, setting and niceties are perfect. Truly i am impressed. Now to business then as i believe you are the only one i trust to answer my questions." He casually plucked two glasses of wine from a passing tray and handed one to the mayor.
What does Restov hope to gain from the acquisition of the Stolen Lands?
What would be here response if those who tamed the stolen lands turned on Restov?
His thoughts about the house Surtova's presence? Did he believe it to be an aid or a hindrance to the cause?
What were his thoughts about the groups involved, did he have worries, high hopes and was he overly concerned with he presence of other noble houses entwined with the mission?
Did he look forward to opening new routes of trade and perhaps diplomatic relations with the river kingdoms and/or numeria?
Did he have any insight or maps of places or people they could encounter in the stolen lands at this time?
Arriving very late to the party, fanfare from the heralds announces the arrival of Szymon Wojcik and Tatiana Fortuna, heroes of Restov. Szymon has casual, scoundrel good looks and stands a little over six feet tall with a lean, whipcord muscular frame. His straight brown hair is well-barbered to chin length with a complementing goatee. His attire this evening is classically debonair over breastplate armor with an Aldori dueling sword in a veteran scabbard.
However, he is quickly over-looked next to the Varisian lady on his arm. Tatiana is so staggeringly beautiful that both men and women find themselves initially speechless in her presence. She is relatively tall at six feet, and her statuesque build is a perfect harmony of strength, grace, and femininity. Instead of her usual fine full plate armor, she wears an elegant dress at the height of fashion that accentuates her natural curves and platinum holy symbol of Desna.
Both wear satisfied smiles nodding to friends and acquaintances never really stopping until arriving at their good friends Edelhur and Anton. Along the way, Szymon makes eye contact with Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III and ignores his rival. After exchanging pleasantries and the summary of the situation with their friends, they accompany them to their imminent meeting making the discretion challenging but not impossible to achieve.
Seraph politely but firmly turned the man down. "It is my first time hearing you but i am honored none the less. However, As much as it please me to be invited I am honorbound to serve my lord and do not have the luxury of relaxation as others enjoy. I am sure you can find a lady far fairer then myself to attend you at this lavish event or am I wrong in my assumptions Swordlord?"
Arv gives the merchants his undivided attention before responding. "Master Palkovitz, I assure you... I understand what is needed for a thriving economy. I would be more than happy to speak with Lord Surtova. If a bit of mending is what is required, I am most certainly the man for the job." Arv smiles reassuringly. "Please. Enjoy your meals, and do your best to worry no longer."
Arv then waits for a moment to address Rupert. "M'Lord." He bows, and continues. "It has come to my attention you may have concerns regarding the motivations and agendas of the other groups set to tame the wild. This is a sensitive matter... one M'Lord might not want to discuss at this time. For the moment, I would like to set your mind at ease. Taking actions which would put our relationship with the Dragonscale Throne are not "on the table". There are few paths to peace and prosperity, and we of the Silver Dragonflight have no intentions of wandering off said path. In the future if you have concerns... particularly regarding the other groups, by your leave I ask you to please contact me directly and... should you deem the situation warrants.. discreetly."
Although not her favorite past time, Kiri decides that perhaps she should speak with the representatives of the other groups as well. Seeing only the strange asexual monks available, she moves toward them.
Knowledge(religion): <-- what do I know about the order
EDIT - apparently I know pretty close to nothing, guess there are no books on them in Korvosa
Pardon, I am most interested to see one of your order here. I understand that the Stolen Lands are reputed to be a chaotic place with wild and untamed creatures of every sort. Do you seek to simply help bring order to the Stolen Lands, or something more.
Diplomacy:
"Venetia, do you recognize me?"
In that moment Venetia recalled a young adventurer she meet some 15 years ago while on a quest, and a wonderful couple weeks (or was them months) they spend together before they adventures took them away. And she remembered his name, Rupert Hetz, and his last words to her.
"I won't forget you."
And she also remembered his young and handsome face. And that face was the face of a young Rupert Surtova.
But then he moves away quickly...
"Rupert..." Is all she has a chance to say before the man wanders off. He was a man her family would have been proud if she had borne a child of, a child she would not have to hide so well as her own daughter. She recalled that he did not look nearly as regal back then. When she comes back from her memories, she notices the note in her hand and whispers to herself, "Rupert, I don't have weeks to spend with you this time, you know that."
Well, there goes any plans I had tonight, guess I won't be gathering too many 'personal belongings'...
Tarina and Laila stay a little away from the rest of the people, when a person in the Cenobitic orders robes approach them. Is hard to distinguish if its a male or female, as all of the members of the order cut all their hair and beard, and dress the same, but Tarina can distinguish it is a female, because of her melodious voice.
"Excuse me for asking, but you are Tarina, the prophet, right?"
Taken aback for a moment, Tarina looks over at Laila and quietly says, "Excusw me Lalia, but I have some matters to attend to." She looks at Laila seriously, letting the nanny know that this is not something for her ears.
Laila, understandingly nods, saying, "You know, I was just getting a bit hungry, I'll just be over here getting a bite to eat, don't wander off too far." And with that, the Lebedan woman excuses herself to the banquet.
Turning her attention now to the robed person, Tarina speaks, "I am Tarina, but weather or not I am Tarina 'the prophet' depends on who is asking." She responds in a low voice once she is sure that Laila is far enough away.
"It has been a long time, cousin." Kaldwell silently cursed at his failure. More, he cursed that Rupert had been the one to get him out of it. There was a debt there, now, one that Kaldwell didn't like hanging over him. Who knew when and how such a debt could be called in?
But Rupert had saved his skin. He doubted the Aldori would have been satisfied with with much beyond his skin in tatters. He would have escaped, eventually - even in these conditions he could vanish, with luck - but not before taking a beating.
"Thank you for the help," Kaldwell said after a moment, "Knives are no match for a swordmaster."