Mr Dom enters the Ante Chamber.
in a quiet, benign; grandfatherly voice Master Clavious greets him.
"Ah there is my boy Dom; Dom; meet this charming Halfling and her fellow, she is and Imperial Citizen and will join you and the group who we are having breakfast with to aquire that nasty Seal and stop the end of the world by saving the Earth Goddess; sounds like a big job; better eat a hardy breakfast, but dont worry about that; I have seen that all that can be has been provided. Let us converse among ourselves quietly as we await the others, the Mistress and I wanted to meet with you to early, before the others get her. I warn you; they are and effective group but quite quarrelsome; not my style, but allowances must be made for egos befitting the stature of Heroes doing legendary, perhaps suicidal things, needful things to be sure, but ah...we all seek a better more profitable world yes."
I bow to Master Clavious and say: "Thank you Master, I am hungry indeed. I heard some interesting stories from this group last night and look forward to meeting them."
I turn to the halfling, and take her extended hand. "I am pleased to meet you Fox. Please call me Caerwym. I think we should dispense with the formalities since we will likely be spending a lot of time together. I have never had a friend from your kind in my short life, but I look forward to correcting that deficiency soon. Who is your fierce looking friend?"
After bowing to the Mistress of the Left Hand, I sit down and ask Master Clavious: "Master, can you tell me a little more about this Seal? Or should we wait until your other guests arrive?"
I will NPC him; am flexible on the name; am thinking Dzur. Will give you more info on him one he is completed.
The diminutive mage sketches a half bow to Dom after his introduction by Master Clavious: "Please to meet you, good sir. May our journey be successful and productive - two characteristics that are not necessarily always present together."
Extending her tiny right hand in greeting and motioning toward her face with the left, she adds, "My ... gift ... has earned me the sobriquet of 'Fox of Silver' or 'Silver Fox' from a number of my peers, but I am most often simply called 'Fox.' How would you prefer that I address you?"
Valegrim:
** spoiler omitted **In response to the Mistress of the Left Hand, Fox says, "Milady, I am sure that you understand Master Hava's writing far better than I. I do, however, have a passing familiarity with the concepts of which he has written. I do believe you are correct regarding his travels -- today could be a significant day, both for our world and for validation of his theories."
Master Clavius says " let us be cuttingly clear here; Dom; you are our representitive and Fox; you are representing the Emperor in this matter; I will tolerate no friction between you; if push comes to shove; I expect each of you to attend to the other as we all have one common goal in this matter and I would see your oaths to each other as we have taken Oaths to the Emperor and he has given our Guild Imperial status and recognition; as for the Seal; Mistress; if you would."
The Mistress of the Left Hand speaks. "consider not the Seal; not at all; consider not anything in the future; that which has happened or that which may happen; hear me clearly in this; if you go for the Seal you must not talk about it; must not consider it; must all all cost to your sanity and well being; the seal is a gateway unto untold corruption far beyond the ken of any mortal; heed me in this; do this because it needs doing; but consider it not lest it prey upon your soul.
One more thing I would add; the Fey; they are at war; Winter and Summer; and Fey have been moving through this area and others; my sisters far from here have noted it in reports; beware for mortals often are drawn into their battles; and thus one of those who rested here last night was victim of this war; I suggest you take the Raven into your bossom as it may be Fae and may ward you from their war, but strangely I feel a great diefic presence about the party that I know now whence it comes; Investigate this; my divinations tell me it centers on that Raven; it is and unknown and thus you should learn what you may. The others are fairly simplistic ,but that one is warded so be wary."
I turn to the halfling, and take her extended hand. "I am pleased to meet you Fox. Please call me Caerwym. I think we should dispense with the formalities since we will likely be spending a lot of time together. I have never had a friend from your kind in my short life, but I look forward to correcting that deficiency soon. Who is your fierce looking friend?"
"Caerwym it is, then. I am ... formal ... by nature, do not let it offend if I seem overly so. Old habits die hard, they say." You can see a sparkle in her eyes and you swear the mask is smiling at you when she says, "I am always to count a new friend. It would be my pleasure to include you as such. As for my 'friend' here, I will allow him to introduce himself, but he is as dear to me as any could hope to be."
" let us be cuttingly clear here; Dom; you are our representitive and Fox; you are representing the Emperor in this matter; I will tolerate no friction between you; if push comes to shove; I expect each of you to attend to the other as we all have one common goal in this matter and I would see your oaths to each other as we have taken Oaths to the Emperor and he has given our Guild Imperial status and recognition; as for the Seal; Mistress; if you would."
With all seriousness, she turns to the Master, "Honored sir, please forgive if I gave any other indication. I have every intention of doing everything I can to see this through to its successful conclusion. Caerwyn, as well as our as-yet-unknown allies, will have my total support."
"consider not the Seal; not at all; consider not anything in the future; that which has happened or that which may happen; hear me clearly in this; if you go for the Seal you must not talk about it; must not consider it; must all all cost to your sanity and well being; the seal is a gateway unto untold corruption far beyond the ken of any mortal; heed me in this; do this because it needs doing; but consider it not lest it prey upon your soul."
"Yes, Mistress, as you say."
Kemnebi placed his feathered quill into his book, and snapped it closed with a snap. Hathor jumped at the sudden sound, and graced Her 'master' with another look. Kemnebi, surprisingly, seemed unperturbed by this particular glance. He hummed a tuneless ditty as he gathered his spellbook, scrolls, and writing instruments and replaced them into his magic pack.
"I've got it Hathor! At least I'm starting too. I'm not saying that I understand all of the mysteries of the universe, yet, but I definitely know and understand more than I did last night! This is the dawn of a whole new day!" He says mysteriously. He seems unusually chipper and in good spirits this morning. He greets Nebibit with a warm smile, and greets the others as he follows them out of the room,...
,... and into the room where he is introduced to two new persons, one of whom is wearing a silver fox mask. He stares with open interest at the mask until it is his turn to greet her. He approaches with a smile and bows respectfully. (Knowing that it is never a good idea to try to touch a mage unless they offer first. It prevents accidentally setting off trigger-happy defensive spells)
"Greetings Mistress Fox! I am called Kemnebi. As a fellow investigator of mysteries, I look forward to getting to know you. I apologize for my apparent rudeness, but until recently I had little knowledge of the Masked Mages, and have never met one, in person, until today. I sincerely apologize, as sometimes my curiosity gets ahead of manners." He offers openly and honestly, barely pausing for a breath. His earlier enthusiasm is obviously still with him, and at times he seems to all but bounce with suppressed excitement.
The Mistress of the Left Hand speaks. "consider not the Seal; not at all; consider not anything in the future; that which has happened or that which may happen; hear me clearly in this; if you go for the Seal you must not talk about it; must not consider it; must all all cost to your sanity and well being; the seal is a gateway unto untold corruption far beyond the ken of any mortal; heed me in this; do this because it needs doing; but consider it not lest it prey upon your soul.
One more thing I would add; the Fey; they are at war; Winter and Summer; and Fey have been moving through this area and others; my sisters far from here have noted it in reports; beware for mortals often are drawn into their battles; and thus one of those who rested here last night was victim of this war; I suggest you take the Raven into your bossom as it may be Fae and may ward you from their war, but strangely I feel a great diefic presence about the party that I know now whence it comes; Investigate this; my divinations tell me it centers on that Raven; it is and unknown and thus you should learn what you may. The others are fairly simplistic ,but that one is warded so be wary."
"I will heed your warning Mistress, and I realize this is done out of need and not out of desire or ambition. I know little about the Fey and I will try to stay focused on the mission and away from their battles, as I don't see how they concern me. I know nothing of any birds, although I did see one last night. Surely you do not refer to the talking bird I saw last night?"
,... and into the room where he is introduced to two new persons, one of whom is wearing a silver fox mask. He stares with open interest at the mask until it is his turn to greet her. He approaches with a smile and bows respectfully. (Knowing that it is never a good idea to try to touch a mage unless they offer first. It prevents accidentally setting off trigger-happy defensive spells)
"Greetings Mistress Fox! I am called Kemnebi. As a fellow investigator of mysteries, I look forward to getting to know you. I apologize for my apparent rudeness, but until recently I had little knowledge of the Masked Mages, and have never met one, in person, until today. I sincerely apologize, as sometimes my curiosity gets ahead of manners." He offers openly and honestly, barely pausing for a breath. His earlier enthusiasm is obviously still with him, and at times he seems to all but bounce with suppressed excitement.
The tiny mage's smile is genuine - and you are sure the mask itself is smiling, too, as she bows back. "Kemnebi, is it? I am very pleased to have an ally with which to consult during our trials. I, too, have heard of ones such as yourself, but have never met one of your folk before today. May our journeys be fruitful."
Gather information implies that you are going to be trying to gather information from some source; like going into a library and talking to patrons or going into a tavern and talking to partron or going into a church and talking to those there; that sort of thing; gathering information about a topic from a source.
as you just got this information and there is only a couple people standing here and they are the ones asking you to find out this information; who is the source your "gathering info" from; can you see my confusion?
The Mistress of the Left Hand speaks. "consider not the Seal; not at all; consider not anything in the future; that which has happened or that which may happen; hear me clearly in this; if you go for the Seal you must not talk about it; must not consider it; must all all cost to your sanity and well being; the seal is a gateway unto untold corruption far beyond the ken of any mortal; heed me in this; do this because it needs doing; but consider it not lest it prey upon your soul.
One more thing I would add; the Fey; they are at war; Winter and Summer; and Fey have been moving through this area and others; my sisters far from here have noted it in reports; beware for mortals often are drawn into their battles; and thus one of those who rested here last night was victim of this war; I suggest you take the Raven into your bossom as it may be Fae and may ward you from their war, but strangely I feel a great diefic presence about the party that I know now whence it comes; Investigate this; my divinations tell me it centers on that Raven; it is and unknown and thus you should learn what you may. The others are fairly simplistic ,but that one is warded so be wary."
"I will heed your warning Mistress, and I realize this is done out of need and not out of desire or ambition. I know little about the Fey and I will try to stay focused on the mission and away from their battles, as I don't see how they concern me. I know nothing of any birds, although I did see one last night. Surely you do not refer to the talking bird I saw last night?"
You guys can continue with this action; but it is a future event; the party has not yet left the sleeping room.
Is everyone ready to leave the sleeping room? any last details? The converstation between the rogue and the mage will take place earlier than your guys meeting; and is times by Master Clavious to meet about 30 hours before the group gets there.
Kemnebi placed his feathered quill into his book, and snapped it closed with a snap. Hathor jumped at the sudden sound, and graced Her 'master' with another look. Kemnebi, surprisingly, seemed unperturbed by this particular glance. He hummed a tuneless ditty as he gathered his spellbook, scrolls, and writing instruments and replaced them into his magic pack.
"I've got it Hathor! At least I'm starting too. I'm not saying that I understand all of the mysteries of the universe, yet, but I definitely know and understand more than I did last night! This is the dawn of a whole new day!" He says mysteriously. He seems unusually chipper and in good spirits this morning. He greets Nebibit with a warm smile, and greets the others as he follows them out of the room,...
,... and into the room where he is introduced to two new persons, one of whom is wearing a silver fox mask. He stares with open interest at the mask until it is his turn to greet her. He approaches with a smile and bows respectfully. (Knowing that it is never a good idea to try to touch a mage unless they offer first. It prevents accidentally setting off trigger-happy defensive spells)
"Greetings Mistress Fox! I am called Kemnebi. As a fellow investigator of mysteries, I look forward to getting to know you. I apologize for my apparent rudeness, but until recently I had little knowledge of the Masked Mages, and have never met one, in person, until today. I sincerely apologize, as sometimes my curiosity gets ahead of manners." He offers openly and honestly, barely pausing for a breath. His earlier enthusiasm is obviously still with him, and at times he seems to all but bounce with suppressed excitement.
An amazingly beautiful woman in a Goblinoid Cheerleading suit complete with Pomp Pomps comes into the room <having been guided by several drooling rogues>, she is very distractingly beautiful; near perfect but seems to not be aware of it herself and she is totally bubbly.
Master Clavious and the Mistress nod to her.
"Hi all, I am Iunious called June; wow; what a day; cool breakfast; I suppose the others are on their way; yes; I feel they are ready; my sister says their about ready; cool music.
Anyway; pleased to meet you all; you are the new guy taking Thoronhen's place; glad to meet you; I am June and I work for Balfic Graa and am here as "the wisdom" of the group as is my sister as we are a bit older than everyone <she looks 20> and have insights that some people miss; but mostly because Balfic told us to or we asked or something like that. Your a mage; hmm she frowns a little at the halfling"
So we ready to go?
"Your a mage; hmm she frowns a little at the halfling"
Fox smiles at the newcomer, bowing and nodding in response to being recognized.
So we ready to go?
"I am" Nebibit answers Standing from her praying and moving across the room towards where Kemnebi is sitting writing. She pauses for a minute in front of Llvenoc looking to be in thought before saying to him "Your music was very nice by the way." Her tone is somewhat unsure as if she can't decide what she has just said will be taken as a compliment or an insult
Kalona looks at the skeletons;
"You all ready to leave?" They shake there heads 'Yes' in synch. Two of them move off to resume their kitty guard duty.
"All ready here...hmmm, so seems Grymbol is missing, is the new one a replacement? He seems a bit more cheerful, though perhaps that is Kosan's drink." She looks at Kosan's face no doubt carved from stone it was and wonders if that is his cheerful face...begins giggle...cheerful drink indeed. She will need to ask Erkholt about dwarven facial expressions sometime...
I stand ready, my gear all in place and armour donned, covered by more casual wear so as not to seem overly hostile.
"Aye, I'm as ready as I'll ever be"
ok; your guide awaits you just outside the entrance to your room; he guides you all back down the straw mats and the sand; through the guarded door and central area; through another guarded door into a long hall; up a winding stair and into an area that is fairly dim and dark; but down the hall you see a lit room and some guards outside a door lounging about and can smell fresh baked bread and meats.
at the door the Guide stops; the guards open the door into an ante room and guesture you to go inside.
In the Anteroom are a Master and Mistress of the Guild which you are not familiar with; a young man of a guild rogue, a halfling with a silver fox mask and next to her a plate armored warrior about her size as described above; and of course June in her cheerleader outfit with her kitten at her feet.
Master Clavius says "Welcome; I am Master Clavius; your patron and host; this is <points to the Mistress> My counterpart, you may call her Mistress.
Each of you I know well; but let us all make introductions as necessary as we are all to be in one accord. I have some information for you from the Grandmaster and after we dine we may discuss various tactical option. Please come in and break your fast and relieve your thirst."
He lead everyone into the central room where a table waits with many place settings. The table is heaped with many types of meats; pies; breads; cheeses; fruits; nuts; juices; milk; beer; wine all in pitchers.
He claps his hands and all the servants leave the room; the guards close the both doors of the Anteroom and wait outside.
He motions for everyone to take any seats they wish; though He and the Mistress take the two at the head of the table and sit side by side.
The table is the room is short; about a foot off the table; there are no chairs; but cussions and mats for lounging on around the table.
"I am" Nebibit answers Standing from her praying and moving across the room towards where Kemnebi is sitting writing. She pauses for a minute in front of Llvenoc looking to be in thought before saying to him "Your music was very nice by the way." Her tone is somewhat unsure as if she can't decide what she has just said will be taken as a compliment or an insultSo we ready to go?
In the Anteroom are a Master and Mistress of the Guild which you are not familiar with; a young man of a guild rogue, a halfling with a silver fox mask and next to her a plate armored warrior about her size as described above; and of course June in her cheerleader outfit with her kitten at her feet.
Master Clavius says "Welcome; I am Master Clavius; your patron and host; this is <points to the Mistress> My counterpart, you may call her Mistress.
Each of you I know well; but let us all make introductions as necessary as we are all to be in one accord. I have some information for you from the Grandmaster and after we dine we may discuss various tactical option. Please come in and break your fast and relieve your thirst."
He motions for everyone to take any seats they wish; though He and the Mistress take the two at the head of the table and sit side by side.
<is seemingly engaged in deep converstation with the Mistress of the Left Hand when the party comes in.>
Kemnebi nods to all of the others as they also gather their belongings, and engage in their personal morning rituals. Some of which, like the armoring of Astinos, he watches with curious interest. He politely turns his back for Nebibit as she re-armors, and Hastily turns away from Decidio as she re-dresses. He shakes his head if others notice his discomfort. "Rock and a hard place,... Darned if I do, Darned if I don't,..." He murmurs.
"Yes, I am also as ready as I shall ever be." He says to the rest, in an obvious attempt to derail any comments about his discomfort. "I am well rested, with a head-full of spells and new mysteries unraveling by the moment!"
He nods in agreement with Nebibit's comment about the music.
"Yes, It was very nice. Very,... introspective and aiding to meditation. It was also fun!" The bright-eyed mage offers. Then he gets a curious look on his face, as if trying to remember something. He looks from Kalona, to Llivenoc, and you can almost see the wheels turning.
"I Must have been dreaming, I thought I heard,... Pipes? But neither of you play pipes, that I have noticed,..." He raises an eyebrow, then turns to Kalona.
"Wait, what do you mean,...? Grymbol's missing? What replacement?!?" Kemnebi looks around in confusion, only just now realizing that the short muscular Fey is no longer among them.
"Wait, what do you mean,...? Grymbol's missing? What replacement?!?" Kemnebi looks around in confusion, only just now realizing that the short muscular Fey is no longer among them.
Kalona looks at Kemnebi, "Well, when I said Grymbol is missing it means I no longer see he is here and neither him nor anyone else I know of informed me where he is going. So I think of him as missing." She says in an explanatory way, completely missing that Kemnebi would not require such an explanation...or at least that is how it seems.
"I do seem to remember some sort of Fey like activity near him last night but it was very difficult to see and I was story telling and not paying much attention. But I think that is when the little person showed up. The one that has been liberally partaking of Kosan's mug all morning. Has an odd dance step too. I thought he seemed Fey like and would be Grymbol's replacement then."
"He was the one playing the pipes by the way and very well indeed." Nods her respect of his playing towards him as well as pointing his direction out to everyone that is paying attention.
Gather information implies that you are going to be trying to gather information from some source; like going into a library and talking to patrons or going into a tavern and talking to partron or going into a church and talking to those there; that sort of thing; gathering information about a topic from a source.
as you just got this information and there is only a couple people standing here and they are the ones asking you to find out this information; who is the source your "gathering info" from; can you see my confusion?
"If Grymbol is missing I am sure he has his reasons. If the fey are at war it may be that he was required to leave by whichever party instructed him to join us in the first place."
Kalona
the little guy in the green suit bows at you when you say he played well; rubs his belly when you talk about Kosan's mug of beer; and shakes his finger no when Astinos says what he said; as you walk into the breakfast; the little guy jumps up on the table; eyes wide and big smile and puts on a clean bib; pulls out a golden fork, knife and spoon from inside his clothes; and waits to others to start eating.
"It looks like we are off to breakfast Aahz, shall we go?" Kalona will wait for him before heading off.
"If Grymbol is missing I am sure he has his reasons. If the fey are at war it may be that he was required to leave by whichever party instructed him to join us in the first place."
"Astinos, I dont think so. It seems our new companion knows a bit more than he is telling but is to hungry to speak at the moment." She says after the little person responds.
"I havent seen a Fey like him before, I wonder if that green suit and golden utensils indicate his importance or perhaps type. Seems to be quite the feature of him."
Kalona will direct others around the little person's chosen seat so as they do not make a 'fupah' via the mindlink.
The little person, probably fey, is sitting at (insert location) of the table, please avoid that seat, it probably wouldnt do to select the same spot.
She will also ensure that he is recognized as being there by the wait staff if they do not seem to notice. After which she takes notice of the others.
"Oh a Fox mask, I wonder if you are a member of the group Jewel talks about? She wears an Ogre mask I do believe and then there is that other, Lorm with the Hawk mask, I wonder if those monks let him keep it? Such an interesting organization, very colorful. Hmm, foxes and cats now, whatever is a bird to do." she muses in a rather short burst, then giggles a bit before continuing. The skeleton that seems to attend her nods his head in assent while giving his typical blank and earie look. "Dont stare, it isnt polite." she says and the skeleton looks away...but he may still be watching out the side of his...skull...who knows...
"But I forget myself. I am Kalona and this is Aahz, a young Power. Please to meet you." She says to both new people and nods her head in greeting.
"Over there" She motions to the seet the little person is in (apparently empty I think as he is not visible)."is someone I dont know, but please avoid using that seat." She looks at the mask a bit more. "but perhaps you already know that."
"And another I dont recognize, what a wonderful morning to wake up too. Already new people I am sure with interesting stories. An exciting day is no doubt in store."
"I would introduce the others, but I think they prefer to do that themselves."
Fox greets each of the incoming members of the party in turn with a small bow and a smile. "There are so many of you! It is little wonder you are such a strong team! I am known as Fox, for obvious reasons. My stalwart friend here is known as Duur."
To Kalona, she says smiling, "I seriously doubt that the presence of cats or foxes is much concern to you, Master Raven."
Fox does make a point of noting which cushion Kalona says is occupied despite its apparent emptiness, realizing there is a slight disturbance that could be someone sitting in it. She and Duur move together to the table, waiting for the others to select their seats before sitting in a pair of adjacent seats.
I bow a low greeting to Master Clavius as he introduces himself, and again to Mistress. When Fox of Silver introduces herself I also bow in greeting and then respond with my own introduction. "Greetings all. I am Erkholt Grugn, of Clan Hammerhold. Priest and Questor of my Lord Moradin."
Turning to master Clavius I say "Thanks to ye fer the repast Master Clavius, aye, and ter ye as well Mistress. Yer Lord has treated me with great kindness these past few days and I wish ter let it be known o' me gratitude to him and his. MAy be we dinnae have time fer that thanks later"
Having said my piece and made my intrduction, I move to the table at a vacant seat and wait for at least the women folk to be seated before I also sit. I am looking forwards to a good ale and a plate fo hearty meats and bread to set myself for what is sure to prove an eventful day.
Kemnebi walks in the room with the others, and introduces himself to the fox-masked mage.
Sliding aside to make room for the others, he hums a tuneless, happy ditty as he scans the room, waiting for the introductions to be finished.
Suddenly he realizes who the other person standing in the room is, her presence as solid as the stone around them, his thoughts of her as persistent as the memorized spells buzzing around in his brain. Her apparent self-confidence evident in the way she stands and carries herself, despite the too-short skirt of her cheerleading outfit.
Kemnebi's irised eyes grow as round as saucers. His jaw tries to hit the floor, but can't quite reach.
"June,...?" He whispers inaudibly.
Kemnebi cries in unabashed delight, happiness and relief battling for space in his voice. IN a single hasty, feline running pounce, he is at her side. His staff whacks him in the back of the head from where it is slung across his back, but he doesn't seem to notice. Neither does he seem to realize that he almost completely dislodged Hathor from her usual perch with his unexpected movement. The mage reaches out to hug her, but stops, as if unsure whether he should, or would be allowed. His hands flit back and forth, caught in a momentary tug of war between his instinctive desires, and his (usually) rational thought. Then the dam breaks, and his mouth opens. The words pour forth without a visible breath being taken,...
"OhmygoshJune! Are you alright? Your alright? How did you get out? I saw that cloud-creature eat magics like I eat sugar-candy, how did you get away from it? It didn't hurt you did it? That thing was huge! How did you get away? How did you get here? I'm glad your alright! Wow, you look great!"
Kemnebi snaps his mouth shut and his eyes widen in shock as he realizes that the last was, indeed, said out loud. Hathor covers her eyes with a paw. Resettling into her usual comfortable position, the cat raises a dainty paw and gives June a wave. You would swear that the cat is smirking.
<she slides into his hug and kisses him deeply stopping the flow of questions like a cork in champagne bottle <shaken>
"did you miss me? wasn't sure you would; you were mean and distant...hurt my feelings" <she takes on a more catlike appearance or whatever Kemnebi's dreams were made of...>
<this kissing is deep and passionate; the couple forgets anyone else is in the room a little bit a blood pressure pounds in their ears and passion builds to a frensy; clothes get mushed and out of sorts <there is a tearing sound> and they seem oblivious to anyone else in the room panting and kissing; can they stop or will they spoil breakfast>
Nebibit goes from wincing at Kemnebi's shout to smiling at his reunion with June to somewhat exasperated as they begin to get very friendly in there reintroductions. Deciding that there wasent really anything in her priestly training to cover the situation she turns her attention to Hathor and shrugs at her as if to say "Well what can you do?". Looking over the others in the room she gives a somewhat suspicious glance at the one in the fox mask.
She then heads over to June's kitten lifting it up off the ground just in case June and Kemnebi accidently stand on it during there reintroductions and offers it her right shoulder to stand on whilst offering her left shoulder to Hathor.
I enter the room last: I look around the room noting where everyone is, the newcomers, June, our party the vacant chair the crazy Kaluna is speaking to and the lord and lady and their retinue.
Spot roll: 16 (on 1d20) + 1 (Mod) = 17
I say out loud: My lord and Lady thank you for finally seeing us. Before we begin I need to know what happened to our companion Grymbol, the fea, and about the dream where the monk under your employment with three other masters of the four winds attacked a companion and friend by the name of Lorm Dragonheart, rendered him unconscious, removed his mask which will possibly start a war with the emperor, and took him to the isles of his birth for trial. Stating that others may go speak in his defense, yet, if those who know him such as my brother and his companions above us this very moment do go to the Isles the battle above will be lost. Is it your and your organizations reasoning to get a war started on yet another front by having the Emperor turn against you or did you want to get my brother and his friends to leave the battle above us so that you can loose this area and blame it on them further causing another rift between others and your organization?
I get a plate of food and a beer and await the answer's.
<all; there are no chairs; the table is low to the ground; there are cusions and mats; Greeks and Romans kinda lounge on the floor, sit and lay while eating during this period>
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Kosan - you see some food seem to move at its own violition over where Kalona indicated; seems to be eaten much like a buzzsaw eats wood.
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Master Clavious looks to the Mistress a second then responds to Kosan
"What are you asking; did something happen? There are the same number of you as in my report, which says one fae and you still have one fae; is there something amiss?
"As for this Lorm, hmm, we seemed to have this dream as well; lets get to this...All, how many of you had a dream of Lorm and some Monks?
<he rings a bell and a guildmember comes in; he commands him to poll all the guild here of what they dreamed to find out if they also shared this dream; then the guy leaves>
as for your others questions, I am quite blameless I assure you. How the Emperor or you brother or his friends respond to this mass dream is quite beyond me. I do know that their are hundreds of grievances against Lorm as as much as 15,000 gold has been offered for his capture at times; I know that your brothers Paramour; Princess Ariel is it? She has sworn to see him dead and far be it from me to interfere, I understand Princess Akiko also wants him dead, the Fae have a grievance as Lorm has causes their mass destruction by; as I hear it; capturing and hiding the Summer Princess of Faerie and distrupting the balance of the Summer and Winter Courts. As for the Emperor; does he not see all and know all from any citizen he chooses through the power of his Imperial Orb, and if he knew; why did he not act.
I am quite flattered that you think I could orchestrate all of this; but I assure you; this is far beyond my ability. All our guild could do was order Balfic not to carry out Princess Ariels and many others, demand that Balfic kill Lorm. Lorm has been no friend to us; he must walk his own path; I understand those of the Silver Skeen Isles have a grievance; something about a Golden Child and some Spetum of Ancestry, I am unfamiliar with the details."
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I enter the room last: I look around the room noting where everyone is, the newcomers, June, our party the vacant chair the crazy Kaluna is speaking to and the lord and lady and their retinue.
Spot roll: 16 (on 1d20) + 1 (Mod) = 17
I say out loud: My lord and Lady thank you for finally seeing us. Before we begin I need to know what happened to our companion Grymbol, the fea, and about the dream where the monk under your employment with three other masters of the four winds attacked a companion and friend by the name of Lorm Dragonheart, rendered him unconscious, removed his mask which will possibly start a war with the emperor, and took him to the isles of his birth for trial. Stating that others may go speak in his defense, yet, if those who know him such as my brother and his companions above us this very moment do go to the Isles the battle above will be lost. Is it your and your organizations reasoning to get a war started on yet another front by having the Emperor turn against you or did you want to get my brother and his friends to leave the battle above us so that you can loose this area and blame it on them further causing another rift between others and your organization?
I get a plate of food and a beer and await the answer's.
<all; there are no chairs; the table is low to the ground; there are cusions and mats; ...
I sit on a cushion.
Master Clavious looks to the Mistress a second then responds to Kosan
"What are you asking; did something happen? There are the same number of you as in my report, which says one fae and you still have one fae; is there something amiss?
Out Loud: I tell you that I do not see Grymbol before this assemblage. Yet if you do and as you claim your reports say that we had 1 Fea. Then I must surely wonder how a continent spanning intelligence organization with its lips to the ears of the powerful in many countries is able to only get the number of our party, Did they not find out the descriptions, skills, vulnerabilities and psychological make up of this party. Mere numbers were only ascertained? If I were to ascertain the mere numbers of those I faced or battled I would surely have been dead long ago.
... As for this Lorm, hmm, we seemed to have this dream as well; lets get to this...All, how many of you had a dream of Lorm and some Monks?
<he rings a bell and a guild-member comes in; he commands him to poll all the guild here of what they dreamed to find out if they also shared this dream; then the guy leaves>as for your others questions, I am quite blameless I assure you. How the Emperor or you brother or his friends respond to this mass dream is quite beyond me. I do know that their are hundreds of grievances against Lorm as as much as 15,000 gold has been offered for his capture at times; I know that your brothers Paramour; Princess Ariel is it? She has sworn to see him dead and far be it from me to interfere, I understand Princess Akiko also wants him dead, the Fae have a grievance as Lorm has causes their mass destruction by; as I hear it; capturing and hiding the Summer Princess of Faerie and disrupting the balance of the Summer and Winter Courts. As for the Emperor; does he not see all and know all from any citizen he chooses through the power of his Imperial Orb, and if he knew; why did he not act.
I am quite flattered that you think I could orchestrate all of this; but I assure you; this is far beyond my ability. All our guild could do was order Balfic not to carry out Princess Ariels and many others, demand that Balfic kill Lorm. Lorm has been no friend to us; he must walk his own path; I understand those of the Silver...
Out loud: So you had the dream as well and we should soon see, when your guild masters return, who else in your employ had the same dream. Perhaps it tis a warning from the Emperor that he will soon see your organization as a friend seeing as how it was one of your monks who were asking us questions, with members under his control in the room, then in the dream assaulted the Emperors prime mage. Also is your organization so ill funded that you would take on a contract that may end in a war from another front for a mere 15,000 GP. My hammers are worth more then that. Yet one of your employ, one of the masters of the four winds is seen in a dream attacking him or is he a rouge to your organization and the hand is dissolving from within that it can not control there guild members?
As for Balfic I doubt that he is your pawn and surely you did not order the deific Balfic Graa to stay his hand as you say. For as my brother told the story it was his love, respect, admiration for his fellow battle companion, who has saved him on many occupations as Balfic has likewise done, so that another way beyond Lorms death could be found. He even went against his consort and love the Princess Ariel stay here hand to see if Lorm could be dealt with in a different manner.
The overly amorous display from the two reunited lovers leaves me blushing a little, but smiling also. Such passions these folk I'd teamed with had!
Kosan's blunt and pointed questions to our hosts left me fowning again. The big warrior was certainly no diplomat. However one couldn't fault a dwarf for showing loyalty to ones he claimed as friends to his brother. He was a warrior through and through, and they tended to cut to the heart of things quickly, often quite literally.
Still, I worried that it would set a bad tone for the meeting ahead.
[in mind link, to Kosan only if possibe, if not then in dwarven] "Easy there lad. While your concern for your brothers friend is admirable, lets not be too hasty in making accusations of our hosts. We need to gather information here today, and these are the the folk that have it. Let's put aside other concerns until we have what we've come for. Trust me in this lad, like I trusted you in the battle yesterday"
The passionate couple brings a smile to the little spellcaster and a blush that's visible through the mask as she turns away, but the dwarf's words erase both.
Fox shares a concerned look with her diminutive warrior as the tone of the gathering suddenly seems rather confrontational. I thought these folks were allies... ?
She slowly take a seat on adjacent cushions and she slowly begins to help herself to a small portion of the food before her, then setting a second plate before the little warrior with somewhat more fare on it.
Valegrim:
<yes you did have the same dream>
The passionate couple brings a smile to the little spellcaster and a blush that's visible through the mask as she turns away, but the dwarf's words erase both.
Fox shares a concerned look with her diminutive warrior as the tone of the gathering suddenly seems rather confrontational. I thought these folks were allies... ?
She slowly take a seat on adjacent cushions and she slowly begins to help herself to a small portion of the food before her, then setting a second plate before the little warrior with somewhat more fare on it.
Valegrim:
** spoiler omitted **
The stonefaced Master and Mistress collect their papers and leave without looking back; the party now sits alone is this room...the last sounds being the heavy locking bolts of the door they went through.
<turns to Astinos>
"I suppose we should eat well, but the looks of things; we will get no more help from these guild masters; they might even be hostile. One day has passed, things in motion will not stop for us, I feel a convergance of forces"
<turns to the Fox Masked Mage and the Rogue>
I am not sure if this can be salvaged or if the acerbity of our dwarf has shut this door permanently. Can either of you two do anything or answer the dwarf?
<mumbled between kisses>
yes sister; a convergance of choices left from the Changing of the Age, curious; a dwarf symbolized the change, Balinor with the Pick of Ages; curious, so many choices, so many paths; hard to see; will this be the Age of Chaos; will it be the death of mortals, will this world be destroyed; it's all very...exciting...live today for tomorrow we die. Some Spartan said that; how true eh, enemies at our door; above us; below us; perhaps with us.
<seems to really get her fired up; she turns a bit pink and her breathing changes; throws Kenembi down on the cushions and ehem; pounces on him more passionate than before...>
Aahz; who at at a opposite side of the table from Llvenoc
"hey there Llivie, would you pass them cranberries and toss me a couple sweet rolls and shuffle that gravy down to this end; thanks in advance"
<looking at his plate; he alread ate a big plate of potatoes and onions and used nearly the whole boat of gravy and nearly half the butter at this end>
the short warrior sitting next to Fox; startles those near him as after he finishes a ham, he starts crunching on the hambone. With his visor up; you can see his dark brown face is more sloped than a halflings and his teeth more sharp and jaw much stronger.
Kenembi
<her rosey glow is more than just flush; she really is gettin quite warm, her attributes more...pronounced, defined and uhm...something in the back or your consciousness is pushing the panic button as your caught between going forward or stopping. Curiously, someplace in your mind has like a video running in the background; the detached part of your self; of a cat stalking a mouse; but who is the cat and who is the mouse>
Llvenoc
with your knowlege of demons; she seems to be exibiting some demonic traits of a succubus; the mating of a mortal and one of those always ends in the death of the mortal unless some protections are used.
Astinos
passively sensing; you dont sense any supernatural evil in this room
"Kosan,"
"as I mentioned before, it would appear the fey had something to do with Grymbol's dissapearance. While this information association that seems to reside here may indeed have quite a breath of knowledge...after all Rat was and probably still is here. It is fairly unlikely they would have knowledge of the inner workings of the fey. At least not true knowledge, rather difficult to sort that stuff out."
"However, it does appear the fey representative here does know something. So I would recommend asking him, though probably not till after he is finished eating. Certainly you might consider being a little less judgmental in your tone when asking. We dont know who this little person in the green suit is yet. Offending him might only produce the result of a green nose or something rather than the answers you seek."
"As for this Lorm character, I did have a dream about him and some monks last night. I do not know him, this Balfic, your brother, nor these monks. However, I do know Aahz's brother has a deep dislike of this Lorm for his role in the death of his mother. So much so that anyone bearing a semblance to Lorm is cursed by him. I also know that kidnapping a fey princess is every bit as bad as kidnapping a goddess and trying to steal the sun. If he is involved in that."
"Aahz" she eyes the young power, but in a conversational tone. "You mentioned something about this fey princess, do you know something? Kidnapping beings, especially important powerful beings is something that tends to lead to war and I thought you wanted that to stop."
Did they not find out the descriptions, skills, vulnerabilities and psychological make up of this party. Mere numbers were only ascertained?----------
<gm: Kosan's player: FYI, I know what you mean but Thoronhen did not give information packets to the guild the way I asked, like Balfic used to do; so I just made up the most cursory information for the guild; so they definately have an information breakdown; hope this relieves some player stress if you have any>
Aahz "yeah, Lorm; that basnageg; he tortured and killed my Aunt; gave her over to them Four Horsemen he did; a real meanie, its what drove my brother of a different mother quite insane; just broke his mind; he was only a little dead guy at the time as far as I know. Was suckled and given love and life from her he did; my poor Auntie Arlene"
<Aahz shakes his drumstick and rants>
"As for the Fey Princess; wow; she is totally cool and so beautiful; dreamy like; really nice too. Lorm and some others, kidnapped her back a bit ago; before I met up with them; she was with them at that time; hmm; what was her name...Lily I think; their holding her for ransom; you know; Astinos and those guys; they tried to negotiate with you guys, but that didnt work out of course; these talks are not you guyzes strong point; I can see why my brother wants to wash his hands of you; course my sister just wants to dance with Llvenoc and play house, so they are leaving this Doom decisions to me; aint seen much to make up my mind yet; so am thinking if you guys save the Earth and Sun; well, I will say take of the Doom"
Kalona;
<see invisible>
"the little green guy is eating and drinking up a storm; nodding in your direction while you talk; shaking his head and food affirmatively; a then later; shaking his fist at Aahz; steam comes out from under this pointy hat and his hair turns redder"
Hathor hastily accepts Nebibit's offer of a shoulder before her current perch suddenly goes horizontal. The cat trades a look with Nebibit that says quite plainly, 'Kittens.'
Kemnebi, whose eyes have been closed through most of the conversations, opens them wide as he is (gently?) shoved back onto the cushions. He closes his eyes,... then opens them even wider. With obvious reluctance and great mental debate, he attempts to slow down June's ardor. (He obviously isn't trying TOO hard.)
"<Mm,..> Of course I missed you June, <Mmm>, Was worried sick, <Mmm>, Wait, <Mmm>,... What Dwarf? <Mmmmmmm>,... Nevermind,... Conjunction of events? What?,... <Mmmm,...>"
With an obvious effort of willpower, He gently disentangles himself from June enough to look her in the eyes. He cannot help but grin at her, and kisses her once more on the end of her now very feline nose. He whispers to her softly,
"Thank you, I hope that I prove worthy of your welcome. I am sorry I hurt your feelings. I promise I shall try to never bring you pain again. Ever. [/spoiler]
"Your saying something terribly important, But I am having, difficulty,... paying attention." He says with a grin. "And the others are here, perhaps we should continue this later, when we, are, more, alone,...?" He asks, trailing off as he focuses past June and realizes that all of the others are reclining around the table. Some are studiously ignoring Him and June on the cushions, others are not.
"Oh,... Erm,... Um, Hey guys, Look whose here!" Kemnebi says with an nervous grin. Even those not familiar with Felines can tell that he is terribly embarrassed, and turning bright red beneath his dark fur. Nebibit can tell that he could probably cook an egg on his head. (And is probably tempted to find out.) However, in spite of his embarrassment (or perhaps because of it?) he seems in no hurry to get up. He merely rises on one elbow, the other arm still wrapped affectionately around June.
"Yes, I think maybe later would be more, appropriate. Do you think?" He asks June softly. He looks the dark-haired beauty in the eyes. Unabashed affection and longing are clearly there. Obviously waring with self-control.
"Can I get you some breakfast my Lady?" He grins.
He doesn't want to stop. If June can tell ANYthing about his thoughts, she can tell that he really wants to continue. There is not an once of rejection in him at this point! ;) HOWever, while his mind is currently imagining what it might be like once they get alone, he does not wish to commit the social 'Faux Paux'. So he is trying to control his own emotions, and find out what June and Decidio are talking about.
Kemnebi kisses June's hand and whispers "Later, I promise." as he slowly rises from the cushions. He takes June's hand and assists her to rise as well, and escorts her over to the table, where he he finds them unoccupied cushions.
"Have You met the new acquaintances we have made?" Kemnebi asks casually, still trying to get his rapid heartbeat under control. "This is the Lady Iunius Decendo Cessi, Sister of Decidio. My Lady, allow me to introduce,..." He makes the introductions of those who have not yet met June,
He finishes the introductions with Aahz, smiling at the young power's heaped plate.
"And this young man, hiding behind the mountain of food, is Aahz. A young power with an uncommonly level head on his shoulders. We have him to thank for getting the Doom lifted, albeit temporarily, from Nebibit and I. I am in his debt, and hope that I can repay his kindness." Kemnebi finishes, still looking somewhat dazed. he blinks as he looks around the table, seeing the solemn looks and various expressions of the members of the group.
"What? Oh, shards and shells. Did I miss something?" He asks innocently.