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The Obersteins of Malfi, correct? This is the man in gray, who speaks with a low, some-what raspy voice, that seems to come from the center of his chest. I'm Master Nonesuch. I hail from a rather dull and uninspiring agri-world out in the Drusus Marches. The Lady is one Badb Ra, of the Crow Spirits; corsairs of rather infamous renown in the Koronus Expanse, or so she tells me.
The Eldar Seeress:
Yes, Baron, that much is true; I belong to a band of dread reavers who have been pricking the flanks of your Imperium for twice as many years as you have been alive. That is the probably the only true thing that 'Master Nonesuch' has told you so far.
Make a Hard (-10) Perception test Baron .
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Albaras, Scotus, Jasmine; the corpulent abbot,is hovering near the table, clearly eaves-dropping on the conversation between the Baron, Master Nonesuch, and Badb Ra.
The lean scarred man, a flute of wine in hand, is standing apart, scowling; which appears to a permanent expression.
Bland, smiling broadly, is approaching, Octavia Nile on his arm.
Behind him is tall, cadaverous Mourner; trailing like a grim shadow.
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Oberstein: You wonder if Master nonesuch doesn't suffer some disease, his facial features are somewhat waxy and stiff; his expressions somehow unconvincing.
Scowling Man : Like you I'm somewhat out of place; in the nest of a Greater Venomous Spruill you wouldn't find more danger, more savagery, than at some of these 'fetes' of the great and powerful.
Master nonesuch : Ohh, I'm sure we all have our secrets, right Baron!
| Scotus |
Grr...missing post !!!
Scotus nods at Bin, commenting distractedly, "Interesting..." before turning his attention back to Master Nonesuch and the Seeress, 'Oh you two are acquainted then ?" he asks, his eyes attentive for any subtle clues as to the nature of thier association, given the Seeress' reaction.
Awareness:44: 1d100 ⇒ 80
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Bland : My esteemed guests, please, enjoy yourself. Hmmm, where is young master Cisten, and Masters Vhymer and Quill?
Nile : I spoke to your young scholar just before leaving: he told me he wanted to attend to to his Servant.
Bland : Ah yes, most unfortunate that, I do hope he recovers quickly. Well then a toast then, to our esteemed company; I do hope each of you finds what you seek here!
Babd Ra : My people have a saying: Find one key, and you will find three locked doors.
So, any interest in playing out this event; or would you rather just skip ahead to the next 'action' beat
| Emerik Albaras |
Common Lore - Imperial Creed (15): 1d100 ⇒ 29
Unfamiliar with the exact specifics of the prayer, Emerik bowed his head.
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Master Nonesuch: Quill? He arrived with you correct? I'm afraid I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting the gentleman.
Sister Jasmine : The prayer that the abbot gives is a fairly common one, which most of the faithful know by heart; yet he quite clearly looses his place at one point. It is a sad commentary about the declining quality of the Ecclesiarchy's foot-soldiers.
The Seeress, not surprising, makes no gesture of piety through the prayer.
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Nile: Tell me my Eldar friend, what is it that you hope to find here?
Babd Ra : (Smiling sardonically) A key that will unlock a room with many, many more locked doors.
Sister Jasmine : The abbot is either among one of the worst clerics in the whole of the Imperium, or a charlatan, who is becoming increasingly careless in his imposture.
| Baron Reinhard Oberstein |
I think you were right circle, perhaps we move this part along a bit. It's a bit hard to keep up a 5-way conversation with a days between each reply
"Oh you haven't? I thought he was eager to show you some book. I might be mistaken though, maybe he said 'no such is after this book', my mind was elsewhere"
Nonchalantly he adds
"My mistake"
| cirle |
All right, here's the abridged version:
--Master Nonesuch is creepy as hell, and cannot be rattled. Imagine Anthony Hopkin's 'Lector'.
--Abbott Thomas is almost certainly a fake. Surprise.
--Octavia Nile is keenly interested in one of the auction items: 'The GraySkin Psalter'.
--Babd Ra is interested in 'The Silver Key'.
--The sullen fellow Binerath chatted up is called Marshrek. He seems to know a lot about animals, particularly the more dangerous variety.
There's a Mourner attending, Greel, who seems to occupy some kind of senior position. He has as much personality as most of the dead interred here.
There's been a late addition to the catalog; an artifact called 'The Gilded Widow'; this item is a cause for much excitement among the attendees.
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Oops, here's the 'catalog'.
Item #1: Doll in glass jar. Doll of rag and stick in stoppered jar.
Item #2: Portrait, labelled The mirror of my blood, in crystalline block.
Item #3:Onyx statuette of felid animal with copper pectoral.
Item #4: Mask of unidentified flesh.
Item #5: Greyskin Psalter. Ancient prayer-book
Item #6: Large and ornate silver key.
Item #7: Gilt Seal bearing aquila.
Item #8: Leather folio consisting largely of fragments of a personal journal.
Item #9: Pauldron from archaic power armor.
| Sister Jasmine |
Sister Jasmine tries hard to cover her anger and suspicion of the Abbott. He will beg for forgiveness at my hands... When the time is right. she thinks to herself, plotting in her head how best to bring the charlatan into the Emperor's light without jeopardizing the mission. Ignorance is forgivable, he is not.
She asks the Abbott, What brings a man of the ecclisiary such as yourself all the way out here. Paying close attention to his response and body language for hints of deception.
Scrutiny 37, + 10 in formal situation or with figures of high authority.
1d100 ⇒ 29
| Emerik Albaras |
Emerik raised his eyebrow at the mention of power armour. Although unworthy to be granted the chance to wear any, it was something he'd been fascinated with as a boy. Even if it was only a piece, it was closer than he'd ever gotten before...
He meorized the other items as well. This place was being watched by the Inquisition, and therefore it was likely at least some of them items within the sale were likely to be tainted.
| Binerith |
Binerith, if he had emotions, would be outraged. You speak of utter heresy! Reconsider your words or I shall make you do it! I did not sacrifice those legions for dumb machines! Bineriths hand moves closer to his weapon, while in reality, he is preparing to fill Greels ears with the screeches of vengeance of the righteous machine spirits.
| Binerith |
Binerith stands at that spot for a moment, then decides against speaking once more and turns around, heading towards Fadil and Emerik. He points toward Greel. That one has some blood debts to pay, apparently. Not someone you want to get in the way of When Greel is'nt looking, Binerith flips a rude gesture his way. Looks like his irrational-ism has caught onto me......... What has gotten into me?
| cirle |
There does seem to be something in the air; Marshrek is telling a grotesque tale of a horrid tribal initiation rite he once witnessed on a primitive world to a rapt Bland and Nile. Abbot Thomas is drinking Armasec as quickly as his goblet can be filled. Master Nonesuch seems to be content to sit back and idly watch, while Badb Ra is watching Scotus with a predatory intentness.
| Baron Reinhard Oberstein |
Reinhard is quite interested in Master Nonesuch's behavior and look
He's either a terribly dangerous enemy or possibly a very powerful ally
He strikes up conversations with him on the history of Haarlock.
"You seem like a knowledgeable man Master Nonesuch, anything interesting you could tell me about Haarlock I don't know?
| Fadil |
Psyniscience 42: 1d100 ⇒ 54 1 dof
Awareness 52: 1d100 ⇒ 55 simple fail
Sorry RL has really been far too busy these last 2 weeks. With those rolls it would appear I might as well not be here even now!
Fadil hovers at the Baron's shoulder, playing to the role of the Baron's pet psyker.
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Master Nonesuch : Upon every world of this sector there are shrines and chapels to the Blessed Saint Drusus, but upon every world of this sector you will also find the shadow of Haarlock!
Sister Jasmine : There seem to be three or four ragged black birds, or bats perhaps, fluttering noiselessly overhead.
Binerith : The Abbot ignores you, goggling at the shadows; perhaps he's having some kind of fit? The un-augmented flesh is prone to such failings after all.
| Emerik Albaras |
Emerik scanned the area for the odd noise. There was a lot going on at this party, and a lot of the people were suspicious. He wondered if simply requesting a cyclonic torpedo would be a simpler way to deal with the problems...although it might count as overkill.
Perception (33%): 1d100 ⇒ 80
| Sister Jasmine |
Sister Jasmine notices the Abbott leaving and wonders if this could be her chance to strike, but too uncertain of the details, she couldn't put together a plan fast enough to act. As things begin to move too quickly she even stands to follow some ways to get a clearer picture of their direction and listen to anything that they might be saying too loud. Then she attempts to takes notice of how many followers and their gear, as well as the direction they are heading.
Agility 36 vs 1d100 ⇒ 45 Don't have shadowing, don't know if its advanced, but thought an AG test for moving over and through obstacles and the crowd(s) in pursuit, while not being noticed. Straight failure, but its probably an opposed test to be noticed?
Awareness 47 vs 1d100 ⇒ 21 2 DOS
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Albaras: Marshrek's tale had just about reached its climax, when the cry rings out; Octavia Nile jumps up, spilling her beverage all over her exceedingly expensive frock.
Sister Jasmine : the Abbot seems to take no notice of you, though you see that both Master Nonesuch and Badb Ra take note of your hurried exit.