Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

Game Master Laithoron

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Girl? Some colloquial term of endearment, I suppose.

It wasn't difficult for the Princess to see that Amelia was unaccustomed to dealing with the aristocracy, let alone royalty. Still, one would have had to be mean-spirited or at least hung-up on decorum to misjudge her effort. Most important to the Princess, however, was the woman's tact and humility. For in spite of her well-worn appearance, the sheer power and multitude of magic items Amelia wore informed Alis that the Dafari woman was not without power.

Abjurations... transmutations... I can't even make out what the staff by the door is...

Smiling gently, and not wishing to call attention to Amelia's faux pas in not kissing her ring, Alis tried to turn the gesture into a flourish, extending her palm toward the doorway against which Amelia was silhouetted. Although the recovery would have been enough to fool most onlookers, it was plain to both the witch and the inquisitor that the Princess did not wish to bring any shame upon the darker-skinned woman.

Speaking now in the common Estorian tongue again, she said, "My honor-cousin, Darvesch, and I were just on our way to the island. Won't you join us, Amelia?"

Sense Motive Checks:
A 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (3) + 25 = 28
D 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33

Alis K: Arcana Checks (bit of luck)
Detect Magic cast off-screen while approaching the atrium

Headband DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 mod transmutation
Headband DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Neck DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Neck DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 mod transmutation

Body DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 mod abjuration
Body DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Waist DC 21 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Waist DC 21 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 strong transmutation

Ring DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Ring DC 18 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 mod abjuration

Staff DC 22 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Staff DC 22 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Bluff Checks
A 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27

Sense Motive Checks:
E 1d20 + 25 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 25 + 3 = 41 alertness
D 1d20 + 20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 20 + 5 = 39 familiarity

Amelia turned her eyes towards the Dwarf who was accompanying the princess and gave him a toothy smile. To her, it was interesting to see a Dwarf out this far, there weren't many that she had ever met, and the fact that they were honor-cousins, made him quiet interesting to her. She simply nodded to him.

While Amelia did not completely understand formalities with royals, she was at least pleasant enough, or at least she tried to be since some found her unsettling. She would have to ask her sister about how this all worked, or maybe even ask the princess herself to assist her with how royalty was treated in her homeland.

"Of course, Ah would love ta." she said, finally lowering her hands as she turned slowly to take her leave with both the princess and her honor-cousin.

Dwarf Lightbringer

"Yes! Please join us." Darvesch uncharacteristically says joyfully. "I look forward to learning more about you and your people, " Darvesch continues with genuine interest, "I ask that you forgive my impatience, I genuinely wish to see how we can help each other."
It was apparent to most that he meant something more to what he just said.


bluff 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

Amelia was honestly surprised by the Dwarf's interest in her, and her people. She had heard stories that they were surly people who drank a lot and were scared of the sky, but of course, those were just stories. "Den ya won't be da only one who is lookin' forward to learning more about new people and new cultures. Ah have neva met a dwarf before..." she told him, honesty and interest also high in her voice as she looked over him once more, simply curious.

"We all be havin' much ta talk about and share wit each other."

"Indeed we shall," Alis agreed, a faint smile touching her eyes.

It seems Amelia is as amicable as her name might imply.

Yet it was Darvesch's enthusiasm that impressed her even more so.

Well isn't he especially earnest today! What wonders did Greasha cook up in his heart I wonder...

As the three made their way out to the carriage landing, the circle still dappled with shade, she asked casually, she nodded for the guard to return the staff Amelia had politely surrendered upon entry and asked, "So tell me, have you ever visited an elvish bath house, Amelia? I thought to meet some of my friends there..."

When Amelia had her staff back, she thanked the man who returned it to her and kept it in her hand as the wild woman turned her attention towards Alis once more when the woman spoke to her.

Hazel colored eyes seemed to brighten up as she mentioned an elvish bath house. Her sister had been to one before, and had told her about it, but she had never had the pleasure of doing so. "No, but, Ah would very much like to visit one, mi sista went once, Ah was told nothin' but good t'eengs about dat place." she said, not doing a very good job at hiding her excitement to see new things.

Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20

Even as the Princess and her retinue were making their way toward Tol Lonnduil by carriage, Arion and two beautiful women were already availing themselves of elven comforts. The House of the Muse was a luxurious estate that sprawled between the House of the Nightingale and the Sheavehall, the great theater and the library maintained by the servants of Fëarianna and Kamína respectively.

Although the trio's primary interest lay in the indulgences of the elven baths, they comprised only one area of the estate. Within the manse proper were parlors for composition, halls displaying sculptures and paintings, studies in which individuals could paint or sculpt in privacy, and even expansive chambers in which one could practice gymnastics, spar, or wrestle. Outside one could spend hours strolling thru botanical gardens, meditating in quiet groves, cooling off by elegant fountains, or swimming in an expansive, artificial grotto that looked out over the gardens. It was within this grotto where one could find the elvish baths...

Unlike humans, whose bodies reacted more strongly to heat and sun, and whose skin aged and dried over time, elves were not given to either of these traits. For this reason, Malatestan and Setenbori baths, which focused chiefly upon inducing one to sweat and scrubbing away dead skin were poorly-suited to elven physiology.

Instead, after disrobing in private, one would lather themselves and rinse away any soil within either a stream or a cascade of warm water to soften the hair and skin. The next step was to have a balm of herbs and oils massaged into the skin to aid in restoration and relax the pores. From there, one would immerse themselves in a pool of heated, frequently effervescent mineral water that helped to activate the balm and deeply clean the skin. Here a constant influx of water ensured that any detritus floated to the surface by the oil was swept away. While it was common for one to soak and scrub alone, it was perfectly normal for friends or lovers to aid one another, or to be accompanied by an attendant who could help a bather tend to their often lengthy hair.

Once one had soaked to their heart's content, they would rinse a second time, before joining others in a large pool or stream where it was possible to wade or even swim. In this way, the skin and muscles were once more firmed-up by the cooler water and increased blood-flow from greater activity.

While the statues and pillars in the shrine outside were contributed by the sky elves after Ilmarond's arrival, the manses dedicated to the Three Fates had stood since long before. As such, rather than the marble-lined affairs of Silverwake and Mennen Fedleth, the baths here had a more natural appeal and were sculpted like tiered volcanic pools within a large, artificial grotto.

One began in a wing of the mansion where the changing rooms and showers could be found. It was then a short walk thru a steamy, vaulted, corridor to the upper most tier of the grotto. The back wall here, where the steam was thickest, was lined with massage alcoves that looked out over the pools below. After receiving one's massage, they stepped across the upper walkway and down into a small, heated, effervescent pool that was separated from the one next to it by a taller fountain. Once finished, the bather stepped down further into a shallow pool where they could rinse off beneath the small waterfalls that issued from the taller fountains above.

The last and largest pool, was cooler and deep enough for many bathers to wade and swim in at once. It was fed at one end by an artificial waterfall and had been designed to resemble a river undercutting an overhang. Many sweet-smelling, flowering vines draped from above, and one could easily reach up to pluck a small blossom and sip its nectar. The current here was not strong enough to wash one away into the canals that irrigated the gardens outside. It was, however, rigorous enough to encourage the sort of activity and swimming that elves deemed important to conclude a proper bath.

Once one had concluded their swim, there were additional pools of water on the far side of the artificial stream where one could lounge in the sun and enjoy refreshments, along with more private areas where one could dry themselves either by spell, towels, or by lying in the sun.

It was within one of the heated pools sized for a small group, where Arion, Lureene, and Sasha presently found themselves...

Lureene relaxed on the edge of the pool, her wings outstretched and eyes half-closed. Truly, she did not know much of the elvish people (except for her lover) but she had to admit...they did know how to give a person a bath! It almost reminded her of the days back on her own home plane where baths similar to this one existed...one of the few things she enjoyed there.

On the urging of Sasha, she had tried to go for a swim in the deeper part of the pool. She came to the realization however that first of all she was not a good swimmer, not in the slightest. Her wings, while graceful in flight, tended to interfere with her swimming motions. She decided then and there she would only go swimming under the most dire circumstances.

Now she laid back enjoying the feel of the sunlight on her nude form, watching Arion and Sasha with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Arion....Sash....this is heaven!"

Sasha sighed and smiled at her friend, one of the elven bath attendants braiding her long, red hair for her. "Yeah I really like how they made the water all bubbly, that was great!"

From the stool on which she sat, the redhead playfully poked her golden-winged friend in the tush with her big toe, jerking a thumb at the sun as she spoke, "Didn't you said Lissi and Darv were going to meet us here? I don't think they'll have enough time to get a bath if we have to be at that elf lady's place at four, it's already after three."

She hummed quietly for herself for a few moments, admiring Arion's lithe form and the swagger in his step as she watched him. Sitting up straighter suddenly, legs kicking, she asked, "You don't think they're waiting out by that shrine, do you? I can go check if you want."

Behind her, the pretty elven priestess simply smiled at Sasha's restless energy before draping the woman's thick braid over her shoulder to signify she was done.

"Oh, thanks lady," Sasha chimed, before looking up at the scribe and whispering, [smaller]"Hey, how do I tell someone 'thank you' in elvish? She was really a really good masseuse for such a tiny thing."

Ah to remain in elven dreams within the melodies of water and women. Between the golden rays and shadows the Elf could see the beautiful shapes. He reclined near Sasha, fingertips massaging across Lureene's form, looking upwards, and honoured his hosts by remembering the perfect waters of the elven baths. There would no doubt be opportunity....even required occasions perhaps...during the course of his duties in the area to enjoy such luxuries again. Yet the greater part of his relaxation included fully trusting the lovely women nearby, with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring. Arion considered answering Sasha with Elven phrases such as 'I can't help being a wildly playful ranger goddess,' or 'that will be twenty gold pieces for braiding my hair you gorgeous little thing.' Either way, he was fairly certain she would give any phrase her own unique....twist. Imagining the reactions made him laugh somewhat, before sitting uprightly and softly replying with a smile,

"The most formal and regal way would be: 'Amin hantalye ten castalye'; 'My thanks to Thee for Thy care.' "

Which he repeated more slowly, as his lips touched her fragrant ear.

Sasha Nevah wrote:

From the stool on which she sat, the redhead playfully poked her golden-winged friend in the tush with her big toe, jerking a thumb at the sun as she spoke, "Didn't you said Lissi and Darv were going to meet us here? I don't think they'll have enough time to get a bath if we have to be at that elf lady's place at four, it's already after three."

She hummed quietly for herself for a few moments, admiring Arion's lithe form and the swagger in his step as she watched him. Sitting up straighter suddenly, legs kicking, she asked, "You don't think they're waiting out by that shrine, do you? I can go check if you want."

Lureene giggled girlishly at the touch of the red-headed beauty. She turned a sultry gaze on the huntress, clearly showing her lack of concern on the prospect of missing the meeting with the Princess.

A glance at Arion and noticing the look in his pale delicate eyes (which she found absolutely GORGEOUS) nearly made her lose control of herself. His unspoken gaze promised future opportunities to continue growing together as a team, should she show patience for a time. With some difficulty (no doubt due to the closeness of her huntress lover in addition to his own body) she gripped her libibo and tamped it down in her heart. She instead pulled his face to hers, whilst planting a warm kiss on his lips. "Very well, Arion. I will wait...for NOW!"

Indeed, I DO wonder how long I can control myself...

Reluctantly releasing him, she instead reclined back and established her link with Grak. "Good morning Grak. Are you still with Alis? Has the Princess arrived at the House of the Muse yet?"

LK Calendar: Uniens 23, 4210 — Lansday
Time: 3:15db (morning, 9:15am)

Upon reaching Tol Lonnduil by carriage and finding all but the southern stretch of the Wending Way unpaved, the Princess had opted to send her carriage on ahead to Lady Lammontari's while she and retinue continued on foot. Although the fog had long since burned away and the day promised to be hot and steamy once more, it was pleasant enough for the time being.

Rather than heading north along the river as Arion had done, the Princess' entourage instead kept straight on making their way down a smaller lane that was lined with statues representing famous figures from myth and legend. When Darvesch had inquired about them, a guard smiled and responded, "Elves may have all the time in the world, but it is still rude to be late to theater. This is a short-cut."

Yet in spite of the route being significantly shorter, it was still slow going. News that the new ruler (and a member of King Aramandil's family at that) was paying her first visit to Tol Lonnduil quickly drew crowds of curious onlookers. The fact that she was accompanied by a dwarven knight, a Dafari witch, and a flying serpent only added to the spectacle.

When the pearlescent serpent heard Lureene's mental call, he answered in kind, consternation evident to the wizardess thru their bond. "Good morning Missstressss. Grak is with Alisss. The Princessss is kissssing babiesss near sssome big ssstatuesss. There are many elvesss looking at usss. A sssmall one sssought to ssstroke Grak'sss ssscaless... they are climbing the treesss after usss now..."

Lureene uttered a soft laugh as the image of what Grak was seeing entered her vision. "NOW, Grak...Behave yourself here. I do not believe any of those children would harm you. Just let them yank your tail a little...and if I hear you actually HURT one of them..." The impression of something unpleasant fills the serpent's mind. "Ohhh...please inform Alis of which bath pool we are in currently. I am sure she is looking forward to it...once she has completed her duties of state here!"

Again laughing quietly to herself at the scene she had viewed in her bonded serpent's eyes, she turned to stroke Arion's chest. "Mmmm...I think we have a few moments before the Princess and her group arrive here. Could you dry me off...please..."

"If it please M'Lady..." said Arion, rising, draping one of the long plush towels across his chest, offering one hand to help her rise. He pulled her closely to himself, burying her front into the deep piles of the towel while throwing another luxurious towel around behind her, catching it and hugging her with it as he massaged between her wings and
downwards, beside her hips. Then, one hand in front met the other from behind to dry a very moist area, although it continued to need drying.

"Your lips are more tempting by far than the...offer...to relocate to this new land. I rejoice now, the venturing into both. May we have this dance soon again."

Then, more aloud so that Sasha also could hear, "If our Princess approaches I should ready myself to greet her in less...casual drapery. Though, Her Highness seems to enjoy Your company no matter the attire, which highly honours Your friendship."

Although she was smiling and affable, the response of the crowd and the many voices vying for attention came as something of a surprise to the Princess.

They're all so eager. I'm used to a more aloofness from my elven kindred...

Turning to Amelia, she laughed lightly as she caught a glimpse of children climbing a tree after Grak to pet his scales. "We may have to postpone that visit to the baths. We wouldn't want to be late to tea with Lady Lammontari after all."

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Before the darker-skinned woman could reply however, a familiar face appeared in the crowd — a red-headed elven woman with mirthful blue eyes. Smirking, she quipped, "Her Highness has the right of it. No matter one's station, it is never wise for a woman to be at odds with her own seamstress!"

Giving a polite curtsy, Sindariel held forth her own palm, gesturing towards the tall statues north of the town commons in which the throng was currently gathered. "That said, a bath sounds like a marvelous improvisation. Shall we, Princess?"

S 1d20 ⇒ 17

T 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 15 + 4 = 27 familiarity

As the Princess and company began making their way north to the shrine, Grak hissed, "Excussse Grak, childrensss. We have a messssage for the Princccessss..."

Eager to be away from so many inquisitive hands, the eidolon swooped away from the waving tots and hovered near Alis in order to deliver his mistress' inquiry. "Princccessss, missstressss asssksss that Grak lead you to her pool pleassse."

And here I thought we were going to butt heads...

Nodding in agreement, Alis replied, "That sounds like a lovely compromise, Lady Lammontari."

When Grak delivered Lureene's message, she held up a finger for him to wait a moment, turning instead to the taller woman now walking at her side. "Had Dame Amhranai yet arrived at your estate when my... fanfare caught your notice?"

Baroness: Textiles

With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the woman simply replied, "I had not seen her, no. Perhaps one of your Highness' guards might await her by the bridge?"

1d20 ⇒ 19

Sense Motive Checks:
A 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27 alertness
E 1d20 + 25 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 25 + 3 = 34 alertness
D 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38

T 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (8) + 19 = 27

As if anyone could miss us...

"Tiniel, be a dear and await Dame Amhranai at the Baroness' estate."

Winking at the 'fashion designer' she joked, "Knowing Amh, she's apt to simply sneak across the harbor instead."

To Grak, she replied, "Let your mistress know that I intend to speak with the head of the House first. Have Lureene inform her that I wish to speak with her at Súmalya's shrine. Thank you, Grak."

Lureene shuddered in pleasure as Arion toweled her off. She feels her body responding to his expert ministrations...and it is with a mixture of disappointment and relief she felt after the message delivered by Grak interrupted her thoughts. She shrugged off his hands gently and turned to Arion brushing his lips with her own lips. "I must apologize, my dear Arion, but as you have said duty calls for me as well. Alis is requesting us to meet her at the shrine of Súmalya right away." She turns to Sasha, "Sorry Sash, but I am afraid playtime is over now."

"Aww, well it was fun while it lasted..."

In the middle of a leisurely stretch, a terrifying thought suddenly occurred to the woman and she leapt to her feet, gasping as if she'd seen a ghost. "Wait, does this mean we're skipping breakfast?!"

Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesch silently accompanies the Princess, contemplating his plans for the near future. He can't help but wonder how Greasha and Alis will take it once all has been revealed. The thought is pushed out of his mind once he reminds himself, "For the greater good," that his plan could help the princess and all the people she's responsible for. A smirk forms on his face as another thought shoots across his mind, "It'd sure make those smug bureaucrats uncomfortable to say the least!

Lureene sighs as she felt her stomach growl on the mention of breakfast. Considering all of the extracurricular activities from the previous evening, she is not surprised to discover she was indeed starving.

Was it that long ago we were stranded on that cursed island and were scavenging for food? Well that was before we met Arion...

"Sash, I am sure 'Lis will provide us with food once she has paid her respects to the Head of the House." She squeezes the red-head's hand. "Don't worry, I will make sure you don't die of starvation on me...I can provide...nourishment if need be." A wicked gleam fills her eyes at the thought.

Sasha cocked her head at Lureene's comment, but she had little time to figure out what her curvy friend was implying before the woman attending them asked, "Pardon me, Lady Ourson, but did I correctly overhear that the Princess wishes to meet with the Head Hetaera?"

Lureene paused for a brief second as the elvish attendant drew her attention to the question posed. "Yes, Miss. Princess Alis wishes to meet with the Head...Hetaera." She stumbles slightly over the elvish word. "Why do you ask? Is there a matter of concern we should be aware of?"

"Well..." the woman began, distracted by the fact that King Tut was winding a small towel up as he glared at Lureene, "it would be courteous to inform her of this at the earliest opportunity."

There was a loud *CRACK* as the monkey snapped his towel, catching Lureene on the buttocks. As his angry gaze shifted between Sasha and Arion, as if deciding who next should be taken to task, the attendant hastily urged, "Had her Highness wished to meet at the House itself, or... perhaps by the shrine?"

Hearing a snapping and the explosion of towel on skin, Arion jumped back to his senses. They surely had deserved the protestations of 'his majesty.'

I do not altogether like the looks of that monkey! Is he...pointing a finger at me accusingly while squinting ? And remember: this creature is linked directly to the Princess. How would SHE be reacting to our continued stalling and flirting and lounging about at this hour? Quickly, before magical forces align to hurl heavy objects at us.

"YES, the influential courtesan who heads this elegant estate. My dear Lureene, did Her Highness intend for us to meet the head courtesan as soon as possible and then inform her that Alis wishes to rendezvous at the Shrine ? I must admit, our adventures have left me famished as well. Shall we go a hunting, lovely Ladies? First for the Head of this House and then by chance for food?"

Knowledge (Local: of the governance of the House of the Muse)1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Lureene winced at the towel stings her flawless skin. OHHhh I supposed I deserved that!

She replied formally for the benefit of the elvish attendant, not to mention King Tut. "Master Arion, Princess Alis wishes to meet with the Head Courtesan at the Shrine before partaking of refreshments." She turned to their attendant. "If you would be so kind, please inform the Head Courtesan we will be gathering at the Shrine of Súmalya shortly."

The elven woman pursed her lips momentarily, looking away towards the manse looming overhead. After drawing a deep breath and then releasing it, she said, "Contrary to what some might have you believe, there are no courtesans at this house, my Lord and Lady. The Head Hetaera would be... disappointed to hear that her Highness holds so lowly an opinion of us. Nevertheless, I shall inform my mistress of her demands. Will that be all then?"

Sense Motive DC 15 (Arion, Sasha):
It sounds like you've struck a raw nerve.

Sense Motive DC 20:
You also realize that the way in which your group misspoke makes it sound as if Alis herself had called the head priestess a prostitute.

Sense Motive Checks:
R 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
L 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
S 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

As an awkward silence enveloped you, Sasha scratched her head and asked, "Um, isn't a courtesan like a retainer or a noble or something?"

K: Religion DC 20 (Lureene):
Thinking back to various conversations with Alis over the past few months, Lureene recalled that more than once Alis had grown defensive when the topic of sexuality had arisen in regards to her faith. Evidently even though Súmalya was a goddess of passion, many of her clergy took a dim view of intimations that that was the extent of the goddess' purview.

Evidently then, the term Head Hetaera was not merely some sort of euphemism but an actually official title.

K: Religion (DC 15/20)
R 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
L 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Lureene paused for a second, realizing something she said caused the mood in the air to grow sour. Clearing her throat she asks, "Miss, forgive me for asking this, but have I offended your Mistress in some way?"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Oh dear!

Stepping quickly between the women, bowing courteously to their attendant, with all earnestness and sincerity, Arion entreated, "A thousand apologies; whether hunger or senselessness from over indulgence, it is clear that You are correct and I have misspoken. These innocents have followed my lead to disastrous results. I was indeed misinformed or misunderstood during my training only weeks earlier, this being my second day in this land. These lovely halls and gardens are clearly filled with far more morality and none of the wantonly debasements of the far away cities in which I was forced to work previously. I do not speak for the Princess in this erroneous indiscretion. Please accept my apologies. The sooner we arrive at repast and allow our betters to speak for us, the sooner all will be well I think."

With that, he finished donning his garments and prepared to follow their lead to the appointed meeting.

Aid Another; Diplomacy: Attitude 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

Diplomacy: Request 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Between Lureene's genuine innocence and Arion's fervent apology, the woman relaxed. "I see, so it was a misunderstanding on your part rather than an accusation on the part of the Princess... Please know that there are those who make such comments that are neither strangers to this city nor without malicious intent. If you will forgive me for assuming the worst then I shall make no mention of this to the others."

Once the three had finished dressing and Tut had breathed a quiet sigh of relief, she said, "Come, I shall introduce you to my mistress. If you have any questions the Head Hetaera can certainly answer them."

"I for one look forward eagerly to the introductions. Shall we accompany 'his majesty' in reunion with his sovereign?"

Lureene smiled, relieved at the lessening of the tension. I am glad she did not take offense at my poor choice of words here. It seems I still have much to learn here...

Mindful of King Tut watching her from his usual perch atop Sasha's shoulder, she decided to be more formal here, not to mention ladylike. She extended her left hand forward,allowing Arion to take her arm in his own. "That would be quite deeelightFUL, Master Arion!" She then proceeded to allow him to lead her and Sasha to the Shrine.

I wonder what sort of lady this Head Hetaera is like?

Head Hetaera

LK Calendar: Uniens 23, 4210 — Lansday
Time: 3:30db (daybreak, 9:30am)

Sasha Nevah wrote:
"Oh wow, she's gorgeous!"

That sentiment, whispered breathlessly, no... reverently by the huntress had indeed echoed your own silent thoughts. This woman, if indeed she was not herself a goddess, was tall and lithe with hair like spun gold and skin so fair and luminous as to seem almost translucent. She had approached with the measured grace of a ballerina, violet eyes even brighter than Alis', and when she spoke, her voice was as sweet and gentle as a spring breeze.

For all his charm and training, Arion could not help but blush in her presence, and Sasha simply stood with her hands clasped like a child in awe of wonder. Only Lureene, who had long been exposed to such great beauty (albeit not of such purity), retained hold enough of wits to understand what the woman said.

"Blessings of the Divine Muse, and the hospitality of this house be with you, friends. I am Wingilmë (WIN-gil-may), whom my younger sister call Hetaera, head of this house."

"Eärissien," she held a delicate hand to the elven woman who had attended your bath, "apprised me that we had received envoys of royalty — uplifting news indeed!"

Smiling gently at the golden-winged enchantress and the fiery huntress, Wingilmë took each by the hand and said, "Let us meet with the Princess as sisters before our mother's loving gaze."

With that, the three beauties walked off, hand-in-hand, Eärissien kindly helping the speechless scribe to follow. Although all sense of time was lost as if in a dream, it was not long before you all stood outside, basking in the radiance that shone from the statue of Súmalya.

Will DC X
R 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 2 = 18 resistance
L 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
S 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 - 2 = 12 fascination

When Alis had seen Lureene and Sasha approaching, hand-in-hand with a woman of ethereal beauty, she had wondered if it was the sudden racing of her own heart that drowned out the noise of the gathered onlookers.

...or are they held in silent rapture as well?

It was not often that a woman of Alis' allure felt insignificant in the presence of another woman. Yet it was neither envy nor jealous that was foremost in her thoughts as the two violet-eyed women crossed their thumbs, hands held to their chests, it was something else entirely.

And in the moment their gazes met, like long-lost sisters reunited, that emotion was as clear to Lureene, Sasha, and Arion as it was to Darvesch and Amelia...


Baroness: Textiles

Tol Lonnduil was as placid as Amhranai remembered it as she strode thru the forested lanes towards Lady Lammontari's home — the isle quiet now as half-a-mile distant two devotees of Súmalya conversed within the sacred grove. Not far from the entrance of Sindariel's estate, she could see an opulent yet empty carriage (no doubt Alis') standing in wait, royal guards near at hand. Yet hadn't the meeting been scheduled for 4 o'clock?

Knowing full well that princesses were not apt to be early, the tattooed knight hastened toward the gate when a familiar voice hailed her, "My, but what a strange morning... First our Princess dupes me with an empty carriage, and now you surprise me by being the first to arrive. Somehow I doubt it was celebration of your appointment, or restless anticipation of tea and brunch that has left you looking so weary..."

Looking up, Amhranai was just able to make out Sin' appraising her from the boughs of a pomegranate tree, a curved pruning knife in one hand. With a smirk, the redhead tossed one of the fruits to the knight before cutting another and vaulting back to the ground, soon appearing at the gate.

"Tell me," she said, "how quickly do you imagine news of a knighting should travel in the absence of an official proclamation?"

Stealth 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (6) + 22 = 28

Perception Checks
M 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

By request...

You know that Wingilmë is not only the Head Hetaera (high priestess) of Súmalya/Lyria in Port Eldarion, but she is also uncontested as the most beautiful woman in all the city as well. It is rumored that a mere glance from her can stop a man in their tracks, but her origins are a mystery and some suspect that she is not entirely of this world. Indeed, you know enough of elvish to realize that her given name means 'water nymph'.

She has been the leader of the House of the Muse on Tol Lonnduil for as long as anyone can remember, although she and the leader of the Abbey of the Sacred Muse in Monument Green do not necessarily get along with one another.

E K: Local 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Amelia turned her head when the princess had, it had been strange to be in the town, she normally stayed in the outskirts where she lived. There were so many elves and half-elves, but most of them were white. A smile spread across her face as Wingilmë came out with two of the princess' female allies on each arm, for the most part, making beautiful women look plain.

How interesting. The witch had heard rumors of this woman being not entirely of this world given her name meant "water nymph". It caused the witch to press long bony fingers against her chin as she studied the unworldly creature as Alis seemed to have a moment with this woman.

"How very interesting, indeed.."

Amhranai smiled at the woman, only somewhat chagrined that, in her haste, she had failed to take note of her presence earlier. "What can I say? I'm a stickler for timeliness-it's saved more than a few lives over the years." With a carelessness belying the attention she afforded the elven seamstress, Amhranai tossed the pomegranate from one hand to the other, back and forth before her, smile still present. "Oh I imagine it's made the rounds and then some by now, set to flight with curses speeding its journey along." The black-haired elf tilted her head to the side, excitement creeping into her voice. "I'm sure dessert must have been fascinating! Were your ears able to fully capture every last utterance?"

Baroness: Textiles

"Not every last utterance? No. Your bonny friend was grumbling a bit too loudly after his 2nd bottle of wine for me to 'drop eaves' elsewhere. Oh but I may have spied a glimmer of smug satisfaction peeking from behind the First Daughter's well-practiced mask. I can't ever imagine why..."

With a short laugh, she swept her arm to the side, sheathing her knife in one smooth movement even as she gestured towards her door. "Please, my punctual friend, why don't we sit and chat for a spel–"

Before she could finish the thought, the sound of soft footfalls approaching from the north turned her head, provoking a whispered curse from the taller woman, "What in the Nine Hells?!"

Perception Checks
M 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

S 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (8) + 22 = 30

Although Lureene was not enspelled by Wingilmë's beauty as the others had been, it did not mean she was any less affected. She could only nod wordlessly as the unearthly beauty led Sasha and herself to the Shrine.

The thoughts in her mind were a tumult of a mixture of desire for this woman, followed by a sense of envy for her grace and poise (that was a sensation quite unfamiliar to the golden-winged beauty). Finally a sense of sadness as she realized if the Fates had been more kind her own Mother could have been as lovely as this angel...indeed SHOULD have been such!

I...I had never realized what I have missed in my life until this moment... As she sees Alis (along with Darvesch, Sindariel, and a Zuck woman who was unfamiliar to her), she sees the Princees' look in her eyes and cannot help but feel a sense of joy, of belonging. It is no surprise she felt tears brimming in her eyes.

It was no secret that only the most beautiful and esteemed of Súmalya's daughters were named Hetaera over an entire house. Fewer still attained the rank of Head Hetaera — a veritable living muse. Yet never before had the Princess of Silverwake encountered one of such beauty and purity of spirit.

This is what it felt like the first time I stood before the King...

Unwilling or perhaps unable to avert her gaze, Alis spoke softly in the tongue favored by their goddess' court.

"Are you Azata?"

Head Hetaera

The Hetaera smiled gently. While Alis' question was straightforward, the fact that it was also a compliment was as plain to her as the diamond at Alis' breast.

"I am, or rather will be. For now, *O' Sweet Princess* , I am as my name suggests, Wingilmë."

*: Literal translation of Alissariel

Alis' voice was breathless at the revelation, keen mind racing with many thoughts.

"A water nymph... But wait, what do you mean 'will be'?"

Head Hetaera

Face serene, Wingilmë nodded, no one the wiser that she glanced momentarily at the redheaded elf that had accompanied the Princess to the shrine.

"Let us walk together in private..."

As Alis looked at her expectantly, anxiously, she felt a silken hand squeeze her own, as of an older sister comforting the younger. With a silent nod she assented, and the two began to stroll slowly about the garden shrine, spoken words unnecessary as they knew the other's thoughts...

W Bluff 1d20 + 34 ⇒ (18) + 34 = 52

Perception OR SM Checks
A 1d20 + 25 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 25 + 4 = 42 alertness
E 1d20 + 25 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 25 + 3 = 31 alertness
R 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
D 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
L 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 3 = 20 alertness
S 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

? 1d20 ⇒ 4

When Amhranai turned to see what was the matter, she was a slight elven woman with pale blonde hair approaching. She was garbed after the fashion of the palace maids.

"Dame Amhranai I presume?" Tiniel asked, the older woman's tattoos making her easy to identify. "If you will be join me, Princess and and Lady Lammontari are–"

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