Anselm nods agreeably at Elen and Kamari's words. His expression grows warm, appreciative. He turns to Muri, brows raised expectantly.
"Or Major, perhaps you could use some assistance with Duke Centimus and Countess Abrielle Pace."
"Well met, Major. I am Kamari Everly of Oppara, formerly of no where else, and lacking any titles. I don't know the Duke, but I'm familiar with the Countess."
K'Aldrian bows again, pleased that the not-urchin(?) knows how to address him properly. He appreciates the courtesy of title and formality as it helps him determine the proper order of things. She may be unrefined in some ways, but he likes her.
"I don't know much about the countess, Abrielle Pace, but have heard that she is interested in her own prestige and not too picky about how she does it," he informs Kamari what he knows. "And I could use help finding some to learn more about Duke Centimus, yes."
He turns to Mama D as something occurs to him as he is thinking through things. "Madame Madella, I seem to recall that Baron Nicolaus Okerra is a noble and hero in the county of Meratt. He is known for his fairly high self-approval of his own looks as he is for his combat skills. Though I do not think I have ever seen him fight."
"It is through her military cohorts that I have heard of you and your stalwart bravery."
K'Aldrian stiffens at the comment, thinking that it must be wrong. But could not contradict her here, and openly, without causing her to lose face. He had not seen too much direct combat in many years, and it would be surprising that anyone would remember any brave derring-dos, but he had never run from battle, and never shied from a fight.
But that was long, long ago.
"Thank you, Elen. You are kind to say so."
K'Aldrian moves away to pace, his cane clacking along with him as he moves to think and refresh his drink.
This is interesting. Interesting people. Interesting allies. More than I expected from what was going to be an easy retirement.
Anselm gives Muri a moment more to think, nodding gratefully at the elf. "Why thank you, Elen. I share your passion for the arts and beauty. Especially speculative works that imagine a brighter day. The sort of world you describe, Kamari. It seems Lady Martella has taken our measure well."
"I wonder, what future do you envision for Taldor? Do you at times fancy what the Crown might do differently once the Scion of Aroden passes on?"
Muri scrunches his brows lightly, listening to the kind man's query. "Old Blood starts as New Blood, right? New Blood watches what Old Blood does long enough..." The halfling shrugs his shoulders, unwilling to speak his hopes for fear of sounding silly, especially in the presence of old ones.
"You're probably right. I've never traveled the halls of power. However, I suspect that not all the work that matters happens in the Senate proper."
The halfling smiles in agreement. "And so are you. I couldn't hurt to spend our time preparing ourselves for the formality of it all. If we can become more familiar with faces and functions, we start the evening ahead. I like how you think."
"Are you suggesting I don’t know the difference between a family squabble over the quality of one’s wine cellar and killing a noble with poison? But you are correct. I am asking you to step outside the bounds of the strictly acceptable behavior. There is however quite a distance between what I am asking you to do, and evil. I shall never ask you to do evil.”
"Sorry. I ask out of ignorance. I barely know you. I'd like to get to know you better, of course. If your maneuvers go well, and the outcome is what you desire, we can weigh the coins of our shared success afterwards."
Muri looks to the others, gauging their own demeanors, for what he can glean of the group's sentiments.
...
"I don't much like destroying anything at all. Maybe we can just replace it with an actual forgery."
Muri eyeballs the syringe, and wrinkles his nose a bit. "Both you and Anselm got the uncomfortable tasks, eh? What would you need for a good forgery? An exact bottle, an exact label for the bottle, and the opportunity to exchange bottles during the evening, before it was uncorked... yeah, the needle sounds easier, I fear."
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"Sorry. I ask out of ignorance. I barely know you. I'd like to get to know you better, of course. If your maneuvers go well, and the outcome is what you desire, we can weigh the coins of our shared success afterwards."
The Lady smiles, ”No need to apologize, we’re all born into ignorance and slowly grow out of it. Some faster than others.” she adds though she seems to be thinking of another - someone not here. ”If this goes well, I’m sure there will be other tasks suited to your skills. This is really an opportunity for us all to get to know each other better. I hope it works out.”
Muri eyeballs the syringe, and wrinkles his nose a bit. "Both you and Anselm got the uncomfortable tasks, eh? What would you need for a good forgery? An exact bottle, an exact label for the bottle, and the opportunity to exchange bottles during the evening, before it was uncorked... yeah, the needle sounds easier, I fear."
"It's riskier," Lady Lotheed begins slowly, thinking, "But I could get you a copy of the bottle and label I think. Those sorts of things are not secured at the winery and we keep all the old stuff. Hell, we keep everything. You’d need to find someone to age the label properly, and of course fill it with poor quality wine.”
Later, as your conversations begin to wind down, you eventually head out into the crisp night air. It’s 2am on Calistril 27th, 4718, a Toilday. The Gala is the evening of Pharast 1, 4718, fittingly, an Oathday. You’ll need to meet Martella around 2pm on that day.
It will take you a half a day to arrange your clothes and purchase whatever final gear you wish. You may make adjustments to your starting gear now that you know what you may need. Don’t forget to reserve a little cash for any bribes that may be required! This is Taldor after all…
Feel free to continue chatting this evening, uh, morning. Then let me know what you do with basically two full days before the Exaltation Gala (not counting the half day spent shopping).
If you chose to do any research, you can learn more about any of the nobles whose names you have from your missions, the Senate rules, details on the Grand Day of Exaltation, Grand Prince Stavian III, Martella Lotheed, Princess Eutropia, or even a rumor - all with Gather Information checks. You can learn more than one rumor with subsequent rolls. Please track your time of course and don’t feel limited by this outline. These are just some suggestions. I also encourage you to work together.
Reminder: I don’t need you to track gold spent on your food and residence.
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"We have some big days ahead of us, so perhaps we should bring this evening to a conclusion." Kamari gives Mama D directions to Mistress Betzina's shop. "I'll be there as the roosters are crowing and let her know to expect you."
One more for the road. Kamari selects a final truffle in the shape of an acorn from the almost full table and then places a few in a napkin. Can't let things go to waste and can't forget Daddy.
"Take care my fellow conspirators," she winks as she gives a curtsy to those in the room.
The cool night air refreshes her as she strides back to Oppara and she soon finds herself approaching home. A single candle can be seen burning on the kitchen table through the front window. An older man with thinning white hair, a walrus mustache, and a close cropped beard sits at the table reading a book. He stifles a yawn and looks out the window as he turns the page.
Kamari pauses to admire the scene and consider the journey before her. There will be consequences if this does not go well, and not just for me.
She opens the door with a smile, probably too much of one, and greets her father with her present of chocolates. He takes a dark ball dusted with cocoa powder and leisurely enjoys it before speaking. "You appear to have enjoyed your night and I don't think it was for the usual reasons. Care to share?"
"Daddy, we need to talk." Kamari recounts the night in great detail, omitting only the names of her fellow conspirators, and looks expectantly at her father. "I'm not asking permission, Daddy, but if you think it best for me to find my own place I will."
"No, my daughter, this is your home and I am your father. And thus it will always be until you desire otherwise." With a kiss on her forehead he rises from the table and heads for bed leaving Kamari glowing as brightly as the candle.
"Take care my fellow conspirators."
Muri blinks slowly, before pointing a finger at each of the volunteers. "Well, even though my name is Daybreaker, I'm staying with my cousin, Mircene of House Pelicourt. Aroden's View, without a view. Small manor, facing Memorial Park, the whole north side is covered with chocolate vines." The halfling thinks he's given enough for even the direction-challenged to find his residence, so he continues.
"We have two nights before the Day. Should we meet each night, and where? I'm sure I can host a night at the Manor, but I'd need to give the staff enough time to arrange for market purchases for so many heads." Muri clicks his tongue, and the sheep dog twists an ear and eyebrow in the halfling's direction. A second click, and Underfoot takes to her feet, and lazily trots to Muri's side, a deliberate yawn revealing a freckled tongue, and bright white teeth contrasted against the black of her face.
"So, we spend our first day researching the Grand Day and its participants? I'm responsible for the High Strategos, so that will be my first subject. I'm also interested in knowing whether they'll let Underfoot come with me. Then again, I feel like I want to know more about the Princess." Muri shrugs his shoulders, and listens to the others, before departing for the early morning.
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Toilday, Calistril 27th- Sifting for Dirt
Muri wakes up much later than he normally does, about 10am, giving Mircene the perfect opportunity to practice her suspicious singular eyebrow raise, when the two cross paths in the kitchen. Applied without letting up, the redhead-curlyhead cousin gets the full accounting of the Miragella party, if abridged to edit out the quiet moments between the colorful moments.
With a content cousin, and a full belly, Muri sets out first to give Underfoot her morning run under a noonday sun. It gives his belly time to settle, as well, so he avoids hiccups when he starts to circulate about the city. He hates the small burps that interrupt the smooth flow of words, and he imagines the day as practice for the main event, two days hence.
The halfling concentrates a good number of hours for his Grand Day target, before his interest/endurance over the other subjects of investigation begins to wane before dinner time.
For research, as I expect you’ll all be doing some, and to avoid my re-typing or cut-and-pasting the same info over and over, I’m going to note the results only. I am assuming both that everyone is doing some research and that you’re confirming the information with each other daily (at least). If there’s more to be learned, I’ll note as much.
Maxillar is a muscular man in his early forties. Years under the elements have weathered his skin, and he keeps his silver hair closely cropped. He wears a green-and- blue tabard emblazoned with Taldor’s official coat of arms, publicly declaring his loyalty to the nation more than anything else.
The high strategos is direct and confident, cutting to the heart of any topic. He despises politics, preferring to focus on matters of military and strategic concern. His presence at the Gala is a formality; Maxillar would much rather be inspecting troops or training on horseback.
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• Breastplates, ceremonial armor, and light armor may be worn inside the senate building, but no other armor is permitted for anyone except guards.
• Potions, scrolls, spell component pouches, and wands are permitted inside the senate building, and in fact, many senators are themselves spellcasters. However spellcasting is not permitted within the building without written approval (often issued to entertainers).
• All weapons brought into the senate building must be peace-bound - secured in a sheath with a length of decorative cord. Drawing a peace-bound weapon requires a full-round action. Guards do not peace-bind their weapons.
• Animals are generally not permitted inside the senate building, excepting familiars and service animals. Animals larger than an average member of the senate guard are not permitted within the building under any circumstances.
• While guests are free to roam the senate building when invited, individual senators’ offices are off-limits and locked. No one but the senators and a single aide for each is permitted on the senate floor during a vote.
Anyone breaking any of these rules will be escorted out of the building or forbidden entrance. Re-entry will be difficult, though not impossible.
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Eutropia is a social reformer, eager to establish schools and other public resources for the poor, and remove political or family restrictions for women and various minorities. Rumors have circulated for a decade that her ultimate goal is to overturn primogeniture - Taldor’s ancient law stating that only male heirs may inherit the Lion Throne - and become the first empress of Taldor.
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Anselm returns to a pied a terre on Senate's Hill. A footman greets him at the door, offering to draw a bath. "Ah, no thank you, Aurelio. Perhaps in the morning. How has your evening been?" He barely disrobes before falling into bed.
. . . . .
Over the next two days, with extreme (some might say divine) efficiency, Anselm spends time before the ball asking about...
...the guest list for the Senate Ball...
... the personal foibles and interests of Duke Centimus, Countess Abrielle Pace, Baron Nicolaus Okerra, and High Strategos Maxillar Pythareus.
... the same individuals' support or opposition to the legislation changing the rules of succession...
He does this while visiting the places gentlemen do when taking tea, ordering bespoke suits, and meeting with fellow schoolmates.
"Old Blood starts as New Blood, right? New Blood watches what Old Blood does long enough..."
K'Aldrian opens his mouth as if to interject his own thoughts, but quickly self-censors as he realizes his thoughts really aren't that good.
Why would these young people know that all blood is meant to be spilt? And only the very lucky do not die at the end of blade or famine? He shakes his head, knowing the ends of blood and spilling it, but having nothing productive to add here.
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"Take care my fellow conspirators," she winks as she gives a curtsy to those in the room.
K'Aldrian's eyes widen at the sudden departure. He knows its late. His eyes are already drooping and the night begs morning to come soon.
"But wait!" K'Aldrain says a bit too harshly. "But wait...we should make plans for tomorrow. Where will we meet? And when? We have much to do and much to discuss. We cannot do it all tonight, I agree...but we should have plans. We cannot march into a battle without a plan? A strategy? Back up contingencies? Reserves?"
K'Aldrain hobbles on his cane to the center of the party.
"Let us meet tomorrow, at noon, at the Cafe de Dolium d'Flumph? It's on Calle du Labem d'Barghest? Do you know it?" he asks, trying to organize before people go their own ways.
"We have two nights before the Day. Should we meet each night, and where? I'm sure I can host a night at the Manor, but I'd need to give the staff enough time to arrange for market purchases for so many heads."
Oh, I should have listened to him. Of course. The Major seems abashed.
"Actually, that will be fine. Your manor then. Of course," K'Aldrain offers a stiff bow. "That is a good plan."
Barely able to sleep, Kamari wakes up after a few hours. Still full from the prior night's indulgences, she skips breakfast, slips on her leather jacket, grabs the purse of gold, and leaves the house quietly. She strolls by the Memorial Arch of Grand Prince Jalrune and views the plain and faceless figures assassinating the Grand Prince in the morning shadows. I am not one of those. I only wish to see the princess ascends when it is her time.
As the first cock crows, Kamari arrives at Mistress Betzina's shop. The morning sun gleams off the gold and silver dome of the Cathedral of Coins a few blocks away. Kamari looks about and listens for signs that the mistress is up and about, but accepts that the results won't matter and knocks firmly at the door.
"Who is knocking on my door before the sun has risen?" Comes the voice of a woman from inside the house. "It's Kamari Everly, Mistress Betzina. I've come to purchase a dress. One of your exceptional ones."
A minute passes before the door slowly opens to reveal a human woman with brown hair past her shoulders. A few laugh lines at the corners of her mouth reveal some of her years, but she smiles easily in a way that hint they have been good years. Dressed in a simple brown shift she shivers a bit as a morning breeze passes by. "One of my exceptional ones you say?"
"Yes," Kamari says as she pulls the full purse partly out of her jacket.
--
With the dress purchased and alterations underway, Kamari makes her way to a cafe for some coffee and conversation that might illuminate the path before her. The crowds are thin though and it takes her until almost lunch before she has learned much.
Having worn out her stay at the cafe, Kamari wanders toward Senate Hill. She decides that the direct approach might be the best and asks a guard at the front where she might learn more about the senate. After securing her rapier in a peace bond, Kamari finally gains entry. She stands in line after line that ends with some uppity clerk who shares only a minute of their time with her. After several hours of this, she thinks she understands the basics.
Most of the day already passed, Kamari considers whether to stop by Master Arpel's for the jewelry today or tomorrow. Ultimately she decides it would be best if she was wearing the dress when she selected the accessories and heads home to make herself presentable for dinner at Muri's manor.
Those attending must all have Senatorial badges and an invite or they don’t get in. Mostly. It is know some bribe their way in, though that’s risky as many among the Senate guard are righteous and will turn you in for the offense. Some Senators also bluster their way in with an extra guest or two - if they have sufficient station and get lucky.
Presumably Lady Lotheed will provide badges and invitations, but she hasn’t said as yet.
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Duke Centimus lost the use of his legs in a riding accident, and while many of his contemporaries believe this makes him a less capable leader, Leonard has stubbornly refused to hire a divine spellcaster to heal the damage. The duke has a keen interest in the world beyond Taldor, and still hopes to visit Goka, where his great-grandfather originally hailed from.
He is voting to abolish primogeniture.
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She is voting to abolish primogeniture.
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A celebrity in the tournament circuit and a kind but stern leader, Baron Nicolaus Okerra is considered one of Taldor’s chief defenders of law and order. He has little time for pomp and circumstance, secluding himself in the noble courts of the senate building to debate with aspiring nobles on the importance of law. His charming demeanor is only somewhat mitigated by his staunch devotion to order, even when he defends the shadier aspects of a lawful society.
His vote is unknown.
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Still awaiting rolls, if any are desired, from the Major, Elen, and Mama D, before dinner at Muri’s on Toilday, Calistril 27. No rush, just keeping track.
Major K'Aldrian Kort clacks home on stiff legs and clattering cane. He's had a long evening, but nothing that he's unused to. In times of war, of battle, of sacrifice, he's spent days and nights without sleep...and survived. He would survive this night.
His mind is awhirl with possibilities and ideas, let alone possible conflicts and allies. In his mind, every crack is explored, every angle is considered. There is much that is unknown...and his new companions, they are known only on the surface. Each one brings more questions and answers, but if he was going to enjoy this part of his retirement, he would need to find use for each of these tools.
Know (local, soldier -1) for Strategos Maxillar Pythareus
We're gunna need badges.
When he arrives home, he would like to go to bed, but that's not how it works. He must buff and clean his boots and armor first, then make sure his weapons are tended before he can sleep. Only then does his head touch pillow.
Divining each noble’s motivations requires a successful Sense Motive or Perception check after the noble has been put at ease with one or more successful Influence checks. They do not need to be fully influenced, just warmed up a bit. K’Aldrian doesn’t need to be the one to influence them either - anyone in the party can help.
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Pace: A countess and member of the senate from the western borders of Taldor, Abrielle Pace seeks to advance by any means available.
She is voting to abolish primogeniture.
Duke Centimus:An attending duke of Grand Duchess Cisera Tiberan of Tandak prefecture, Leonard Centimus is an intellectual and tinkerer whose head for systems makes him a good administrator, if a little awkward with people.
Duke Centimus lost the use of his legs in a riding accident, and while many of his contemporaries believe this makes him a less capable leader, Leonard has stubbornly refused to hire a divine spellcaster to heal the damage. The duke has a keen interest in the world beyond Taldor, and still hopes to visit Goka, where his great-grandfather originally hailed from.
He is voting to abolish primogeniture.
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Baron Nicolaus Okerra is a noble and hero in the county of Meratt. He is as equally renowned for his good looks as he is for his combat skills.
High Strategos Maxillar Pythareus (all learned):
Nearly every Taldan recognizes commander-in-chief Maxillar Pythareus as Grand Prince Stavian III’s right hand and a fanatical supporter of the throne. He believes in political might and economic stability through military supremacy, advocating for new wars of conquest against wayward colonies like Andoran and Cheliax, or even Qadira.
Maxillar is a muscular man in his early forties. Years under the elements have weathered his skin, and he keeps his silver hair closely cropped. He wears a green-and- blue tabard emblazoned with Taldor’s official coat of arms, publicly declaring his loyalty to the nation more than anything else.
The high strategos is direct and confident, cutting to the heart of any topic. He despises politics, preferring to focus on matters of military and strategic concern. His presence at the Gala is a formality; Maxillar would much rather be inspecting troops or training on horseback.
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Senate Rules (all learned):
The Taldan senate houses many of the most powerful politicians in the empire, and while the empire enjoys drama, dueling, and shows of power, certain rules are in place to ensure the safety of visiting nobles and occasionally even their staff.
• Breastplates, ceremonial armor, and light armor may be worn inside the senate building, but no other armor is permitted for anyone except guards.
• Potions, scrolls, spell component pouches, and wands are permitted inside the senate building, and in fact, many senators are themselves spellcasters. However spellcasting is not permitted within the building without written approval (often issued to entertainers).
• All weapons brought into the senate building must be peace-bound - secured in a sheath with a length of decorative cord. Drawing a peace-bound weapon requires a full-round action. Guards do not peace-bind their weapons.
• Animals are generally not permitted inside the senate building, excepting familiars and service animals. Animals larger than an average member of the senate guard are not permitted within the building under any circumstances.
• While guests are free to roam the senate building when invited, individual senators’ offices are off-limits and locked. No one but the senators and a single aide for each is permitted on the senate floor during a vote.
Anyone breaking any of these rules will be escorted out of the building or forbidden entrance. Re-entry will be difficult, though not impossible.
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Princess Eutropia (more to be learned):
Princess Eutropia is the adult daughter of Grand Prince Stavian III and has a scandalous reputation for making trouble and fighting in the streets.
Eutropia is a social reformer, eager to establish schools and other public resources for the poor, and remove political or family restrictions for women and various minorities. Rumors have circulated for a decade that her ultimate goal is to overturn primogeniture - Taldor’s ancient law stating that only male heirs may inherit the Lion Throne - and become the first empress of Taldor.
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Grand Prince Stavian III (more to be learned):
Grand Prince Stavian III is the emperor of Taldor.
Kamari inhales the chocolatey aroma and admires the purplish-brown blooms blanketing the manor of Muri's cousin. I'll have to ask his cousin for a cutting when I known him better. I wonder if they know how easy the vines make it for someone to gain entry into the manor. No such worries for my humble home.
Unsure what time dinner is in such a manor, she looks about to see if any others are approaching. In the meantime she relaxes comfortably in the open, in her city, enjoying the emerging oranges and reds as the sun descends toward the not too distant Inner Sea.
"Hell, we keep everything. You’d need to find someone to age the label properly, and of course fill it with poor quality wine.”
"Does anyone know anyone who can forge? If so, we can share a great bottle of wine."
"Well, even though my name is Daybreaker, I'm staying with my cousin, Mircene of House Pelicourt. Aroden's View, without a view. Small manor, facing Memorial Park, the whole north side is covered with chocolate vines."
"Oh, what a small world! I am staying with my cousin Melima y Airon on the Western side of Aroden's Hill. Perhaps I can bring something or help you and your cousin prepare?"
As the group parts company, Elen wanders back to Aroden's Hill, possibly accompanined by Muri and Underfoot. She lays her formal indigo and ivory ombre, kimono out and ponders possible accessories.
It could use a silk sash for the midrift, maybe some new shoes and earrings.
The following day she shops for the accessories (choosing a gold silk sash, gold earrings and matching ballet slippers), and hunts about for information.
for
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Mama D wakes early and takes an early morning stroll to the dress shop Kamari mentioned, though she may be too late to meet up with the young person on her way in. She smiles to the human woman that answers the door. " Please do forgive the earliness of the hour. I was hoping to meet Miss Kamari here, but something tells me I've missed her. She did tell me that you might be able to help me with a dress that I find myself in need of rather quickly. I shall apologize for that as well; I am sure your time is much in demand at this time of the year. "
Madella flusters and flutters in the doorway, but only a little; she awaits the good woman's permission to enter.
"Oh Goodness me, I've not even introduced myself. I am Madella Lotheed and I hope I have the good luck to be addressing Mistress Betzina."
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A celebrity in the tournament circuit and a kind but stern leader, Baron Nicolaus Okerra is considered one of Taldor’s chief defenders of law and order. He has little time for pomp and circumstance, secluding himself in the noble courts of the senate building to debate with aspiring nobles on the importance of law. His charming demeanor is only somewhat mitigated by his staunch devotion to order, even when he defends the shadier aspects of a lawful society.
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As Toilday comes to a close, the party meets at Pelicourt Manor in Oppara (Muri's home away from home) to discuss what you’ve learned so far, and to make further plans.
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"Oh, what a small world! I am staying with my cousin Melima y Airon on the Western side of Aroden's Hill. Perhaps I can bring something or help you and your cousin prepare?"
Muri brightens at the idea of company on the walk back to Oppara. The conversation across the Bridge will be more than enough to avoid peering over the railings into the darkness below.
”Oh, your company will be more than enough, Elen! Old Raff barely tolerates me raiding the pantry, but if you want to bring a bottle of wine, they can’t say no to a cordial gift like that!” Muri smiles. ”I might need to learn more about wines. Especially if we manage to pilfer that grand bottle two nights hence. My cousin enjoys white. I know that at least.”
...
Approaching Aroden’s View in anticipation of dinner, you find a halfling and his dog anticipating your arrival, standing on a street so brief as to go nameless, a transitory walk from one grand avenue to another. Muri waves his arm enthusiastically, beckoning you to the front gate of a very small Manor. A Manor that has nestled itself between two prominent villas so well, it can go unnoticed for its unpresuming presence. House Pelicourt does dress itself with a copious amount of creeping vines, chocolate among the selections.
”It’s good to see you again! Please, make your way through the archway, and take your rest in the courtyard. When the whole herd has gathered, we can make our way to the dining room. Oh, and take off your shoes.” Once you’ve gained some distance from the street, it becomes evident that no expense has been spared in the Manor’s interior construction.
The dimensions of the Manor are what you would expect from a noble family consisting mainly of halflings. The first floor is constructed to accommodate decently tall guests, while the second and third stories distort your perspective for their obviously smaller proportions, much better suited for the smaller race’s stature.
The courtyard is quite egalitarian, allowing both tall and short to enjoy the evening air, with several seats to welcome the weight of any of Oppara’s races. Two silver trays invite you to cold vegetables and fruits with colorful swishes of jellies and dressings, and two wooden decanters and cups suggest either a white or red wine pour to quench your thirst. When a new voice graces the courtyard, a comely halfling noble comes to the balcony, and waves.
”I had to see it with my own eyes. Muri has new friends!! Please, feel at home. If you need anything, it’s yours for the asking.” She bows smoothly, then retreats from the balcony to leave you in peace.
When everyone has arrived, Muri pats his hands together, and encourages the coterie to follow him into the Manor. The interior is quiet for the stone and tapestries, and footfall is muted by the red saxony carpeting laid down the middle of the hallway.
”I don’t mind if you drink a lot, but it would help me out if you kept your voices down. My uncle is prone to headaches. He’s retired for the evening, but you never know when someone gets hungry enough to wander down to the pantry…”
The halfling is making excuses for his elder relative. Unlikely headaches.
It doesn’t take long for the gathering to reach the dining hall. In attendance is a pair of humans, likely grandfather and granddaughter. Muri gestures to each new person. ”Everyone, this is Old Raff, and Young Nell. They’ll take great care of us during our dinner. When it comes time to talk more seriously, I’ll dismiss them for the night. Sound good?”
The table is already set for six, and when everyone is seated, Old Raff begins the dinner with warm hand towels. He waits for each individual to finish cleaning, before moving to the next guest. Right behind him, Nell begins the evening’s work with small cups of soup, hot and mushroomy. Each course is brought out by one, then the other servant. After soup comes a small plate of bound salad, likely egg. Next, pan-seared tuna steak, followed by crackers and avocado. To finish the evening, freshly brewed kahve, and hard cookies which hold shape after a couple of good dunks.
Towards the end of the meal, Muri busses his own plates, and a couple of his guests’, less out of courtesy to the old butler, and more because he’s very eager to get into the day’s investigations. While he passes Underfoot’s bowl, he scrapes what he can before he disappears into the kitchen. He returns alone, indicating that Raff and Nell have left.
”I spent my day on the High Strategos, the Senate Rules, and the Princess. I still don’t know exactly what Maxillar looks like, but the circumstances should make it easy enough when the Grand Day begins. As for the Senate Rules, I’m uncertain I can take Underfoot with me. She may need to stay here, while we enjoy the celebration.” Muri looks towards his dog, before turning back to the table. ”As for weapons and armor, were we supposed to go in with such equipment? I thought that was what the guards are for.” Muri looks towards Kamari this time, as the woman seems keen to her rapier, as someone renown for the skill should be.
”So, how were your days?”
I guess I might have better luck finding people nearer the front door, but who wouldn't stop here first.
Kamari rounds the corner and finds Muri and Underfoot. "It's good to see both of you again," she says as she reaches down to scratch Underfoot behind his ears.
She heads inside the courtyard that could hold her home. She selects a glass of red wine for tonight and sips slowly after the previous night's many drinks until dinner time.
Dinner is wonderful, but she wonders about the awkwardness of living in a place where you can't share everything with everyone. When the room is finally theirs alone, Kamari opens up beyond the idle chat of the meal.
"My day was like a hangover if I must be honest. While I was able to visit Mistress Betzina to get the dress alterations underway, much of the rest of the day was not that productive. I spent several hours in a cafe I don't normally frequent only to learn a few things about High Strategos Maxillar Pythareus. He will definitely not be a supporter of our cause and I'm unsure how to change that." Kamari shrugs and adds, "But I'm still willing to help either with listening to his conversation at the Senate or assisting you ahead of time to be less noticeable."
"I spent my entire afternoon in the senate speaking to one underling after another. While I understand enough to keep out of trouble, I'm again at a loss for how things might be turned to our advantage." She turns to the Major, "Major Kort, I hope you had better luck. I didn't even have time to learn about Duke Centimus and Countess Abrielle Pace. At this point, I'm not even sure where I'd begin a conversation with them. Perhaps it would be best if I let you do the talking while I observed."
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The gentility of Muri's home is both heart warming and bittersweet. such a home will pass to whom once his uncle dies? To Muri? If we are successful, to his cousin? He is one to watch, and yet, he seems kind, and genuine. Being amongst the Gentility again will take some getting used to.
"Oh my goodness, you have both been more productive than me, I'm afraid. While I was able to procure a dress - Thank you, Miss Kamari, Mistress Batzena is a wonder to be sure - I was not able to actually meet the Good Baron as of yet. I must do so tomorrow. "
Madella turns her attention to the Major, intensely interested in what he has to say. " Yes, How was your day, Major?"
K'Aldrian takes the morning to prepare himself for a more formal event than he's used to...even more than last night. He supposes that it is good use of his newly found monies, and pairing that with his new allies, it might be very useful in the future. Ordinarily, he would not waste money on cravats, or ruffles, or anything so garish, but here and now, he would be doing some of that...up to a point.
He would need just enough class to blend in and not stand out for either being under-dressed, nor drawing attention to himself. He needed to be able to survey and learn and figure things out and not be obtrusive. In fact, he would prefer to horde his resources, saving them for later, but now is not that time.
So, yes, he arranges to have his already fine parade armor made even nicer, and spends liberally (to him at least) on appropriate adornments, medals, rings, ruffles, and such that match and are within in station.
And with that, he is ready for other things.
* * *
Approaching Aroden’s View in anticipation of dinner, you find a halfling and his dog anticipating your arrival, standing on a street so brief as to go nameless, a transitory walk from one grand avenue to another. Muri waves his arm enthusiastically, beckoning you to the front gate of a very small Manor.
K'Aldrian is strangely moved to have a familiar face greeting him.
"Greetings, Muri," he states, reaching his hand out for Underfoot to sniff, and ruffle if permitted. He does move into the manor as instructed, only stopping to grump at having to take off his boots. He looks for a chair and begins the surprisingly slow and laborious efforts to remove his boots. His back and knees do not cooperate as they used to, and this effort takes more out of him than he'd want to admit to anyone.
Sense Motive
He offers stiff nods to those he is introduced to, quickly catching their names and place them in short term memory. Over his years of service, he'd known thousands of people, seen thousands of faces, and has probably forgotten more names than anyone could count.
He will share what he knows about his targets, Countess Pace and Duke Centimus. He hopes it's enough. He's unsure if what he has uncovered is new information or old, but wants everyone to have it. He listens intently to what others offer to his own knowledge.
He does not speak much (as if he were in the company of full generals, or admirals, his job was to listen, take notes, then make things happen), but lends a keen ear and thoughtful mind to what is said.
* * *
"Major Kort, I hope you had better luck. I didn't even have time to learn about Duke Centimus and Countess Abrielle Pace. At this point, I'm not even sure where I'd begin a conversation with them. Perhaps it would be best if I let you do the talking while I observed."
K'Aldrian bows a stiff greeting to Kamari, admiring her forthright honestly and lack of obvious guile.
"I know what I know about them, but I am uncertain I would be good at speaking to the nobles. I do not have the passion for it that others might, much less the experience. I could do it, I suppose..." K'Aldrian's mind begins to whirl and think about how he might approach them. It is not something he is skilled at, but he has a job to do.
"And what of your tasks? Are you settled there?"
* * *
" Yes, How was your day, Major?"
K'Aldrian bows stiffly to Mama D, acknowledging her as warmly as he is able. He is uncertain if this is an inquiry of small talk, or if she is testing him, or some early move in planning an attack.
"I am well," he replies. "This is a lovely house, wouldn't you say?" He answers banally, and emptily, giving her a chance to open up to other things or keep the discussion vapid.
Divining each noble’s motivations requires a successful Sense Motive or Perception check after the noble has been put at ease with one or more successful Influence checks. They do not need to be fully influenced, just warmed up a bit. K’Aldrian doesn’t need to be the one to influence them either - anyone in the party can help.
* * *
Pace: A countess and member of the senate from the western borders of Taldor, Abrielle Pace seeks to advance by any means available.
She is voting to abolish primogeniture.
Countess Pace is agreeable and endearing to those she considers useful or empowering, but entirely dismissive of ‘useless people’. As a countess and Senator she carries quite a bit of clout with the people in her duchy and other commoners. It’s harder to know who respects her opinion among other Senators. Likely it depends in part on who she favors as useful, for others will be largely ignored by her - or even treated rudely.
- - -
Duke Centimus: An attending duke of Grand Duchess Cisera Tiberan of Tandak prefecture, Leonard Centimus is an intellectual and tinkerer whose head for systems makes him a good administrator, if a little awkward with people.
Duke Centimus lost the use of his legs in a riding accident, and while many of his contemporaries believe this makes him a less capable leader, Leonard has stubbornly refused to hire a divine spellcaster to heal the damage. The duke has a keen interest in the world beyond Taldor, and still hopes to visit Goka, where his great-grandfather originally hailed from.
He is voting to abolish primogeniture.
* * *
Baron Nicolaus Okerra is a noble and hero in the county of Meratt. He is as equally renowned for his good looks as he is for his combat skills.
High Strategos Maxillar Pythareus (all learned):
Nearly every Taldan recognizes commander-in-chief Maxillar Pythareus as Grand Prince Stavian III’s right hand and a fanatical supporter of the throne. He believes in political might and economic stability through military supremacy, advocating for new wars of conquest against wayward colonies like Andoran and Cheliax, or even Qadira.
Maxillar is a muscular man in his early forties. Years under the elements have weathered his skin, and he keeps his silver hair closely cropped. He wears a green-and- blue tabard emblazoned with Taldor’s official coat of arms, publicly declaring his loyalty to the nation more than anything else.
The high strategos is direct and confident, cutting to the heart of any topic. He despises politics, preferring to focus on matters of military and strategic concern. His presence at the Gala is a formality; Maxillar would much rather be inspecting troops or training on horseback.
- - -
Senate Rules (all learned):
The Taldan senate houses many of the most powerful politicians in the empire, and while the empire enjoys drama, dueling, and shows of power, certain rules are in place to ensure the safety of visiting nobles and occasionally even their staff.
• Breastplates, ceremonial armor, and light armor may be worn inside the senate building, but no other armor is permitted for anyone except guards.
• Potions, scrolls, spell component pouches, and wands are permitted inside the senate building, and in fact, many senators are themselves spellcasters. However spellcasting is not permitted within the building without written approval (often issued to entertainers).
• All weapons brought into the senate building must be peace-bound - secured in a sheath with a length of decorative cord. Drawing a peace-bound weapon requires a full-round action. Guards do not peace-bind their weapons.
• Animals are generally not permitted inside the senate building, excepting familiars and service animals. Animals larger than an average member of the senate guard are not permitted within the building under any circumstances.
• While guests are free to roam the senate building when invited, individual senators’ offices are off-limits and locked. No one but the senators and a single aide for each is permitted on the senate floor during a vote.
Anyone breaking any of these rules will be escorted out of the building or forbidden entrance. Re-entry will be difficult, though not impossible.
- - -
Princess Eutropia (more to be learned):
Princess Eutropia is the adult daughter of Grand Prince Stavian III and has a scandalous reputation for making trouble and fighting in the streets.
Eutropia is a social reformer, eager to establish schools and other public resources for the poor, and remove political or family restrictions for women and various minorities. Rumors have circulated for a decade that her ultimate goal is to overturn primogeniture - Taldor’s ancient law stating that only male heirs may inherit the Lion Throne - and become the first empress of Taldor.
- - -
Grand Prince Stavian III (more to be learned):
Grand Prince Stavian III is the emperor of Taldor.
The quill dips and lifts, draining excess onto the rim of the ink pot before moving to the fine paper.
Duke Leonard Centimus. Intellectual, tinkerer. Perhaps discuss engineering, governance, matters of theosophy, travel. Supports abolition, perhaps because he's himself an unconventional leader. Goal: Cultivate friendship.
Countess Abrielle Pace. Domain on the border of Andoran. Supports abolition, but loyalty may be subject to bribery. Goal: Assess firmness of support.
Baron Nicolaus Okerra of Meratt. Did not receive my rather timid advances well prior to my period as hostage. Straight to business. Devoted to order, not necessarily the public good. Allegiance unknown. Goal: Assess affiliation, persuadability.
High Strategos Maxillar Pythareus. Claims to be staunch supporter of Grand Prince Stavian III. Supports keeping primogeniture. Goal: Investigate rumors of disloyalty to Stavian, Taldor. Bring evidence to light.
Satisfied with his research so far, Anselm lets the ink dry on his briefing document and rolls it up into a scroll case.
He then makes his way to the family barber and sits for a pedicure while listening to some wealthy merchants chat about the upcoming festivities. "If you please, just a simple polish and extra attention to buffing the soles. Perhaps a nice cinnamon oil for fragrance. Thank you."
Not wishing to put on airs, he dons his least frilly courtly attire and simple shoes before calling a carriage. Upon arrival, he gives a courteous nod to Muri and presents a very nice bottle of muscadet. "For Milady Pelicourt, courtesy of the family cellar. Among our finest whites." He steps easily out of his shoes, in accordance with custom.
"I hope your uncle is well. I shall endeavor not to speak loudly. Oh, my goodness, what a feast you've prepared. Your staff do you proud."
After savoring the meal, he unfurls his notes. "I'm eager to hear what you've found. I've taken some notes based on my own conversations. I suspect we might find some common purpose with the High Strategos, among others." He quietly narrates his findings, indicating that Pythareus may be a good candidate for his assignment.
Elen arrives at The House of Pelicourt on time bearing three bottles of the finest white wine she could find and presents them to Muri. "To new friends, social reform and hopefully a new Empress!" She makes her way to the Manor after the others and easily removes her shoes, placing them neatly side by side on the provided tray.
She watches K'Aldrian struggle with his boots, careful not to remind him of his apparent reknown, for better or worse. I guess I was too forward with him last night. His age shows. I hope his mind is still sharp.
"Good evening Kamari," she greets the young spirited half-elf. Martella chose well for an assistant. Kamari seems very resourceful.
She smiles at the fey-touched human and his light cinnamon aromatics.
"Good evening, everyone."
She delights in the dinner quite impressed with the presentation and variety, savoring every offering placed before her.
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”I don’t mind if you drink a lot, but it would help me out if you kept your voices down. My uncle is prone to headaches. He’s retired for the evening, but you never know when someone gets hungry enough to wander down to the pantry…”
A look of doubt creeps across Elen's face briefly, but then she smiles and shrugs. "Of course, Muri. I'm sorry to hear he is not feeling well."
"As for the Senate Rules, I’m uncertain I can take Underfoot with me."
"Oh, her eyes are so bright," she says, stroking the dog under her chin. "Is she not a service dog? You must bring her! It wouldn't do to leave such a loyal companion behind."
"Speaking of the Gala, I do not think I will bring weaponry, unless anyone thinks it will be that kind of affair..."
"I'm afraid that I did not learn much of anything new, at least not about Lady Martella. She is a disgrace to her family for having an extramarital affair with a Qadiran diplomat, nor does she have any gift for magic. But, I think we already knew all of that about Lady Martella."
"The Countess Abrielle Pace concentrates most of her energies in finding any avenues for advancement. She is keen on abolishing the male-heir-only tradition. She is agreeable and endearing to those she believes are useful in helping her become more empowered, but barely acknowledges those she deems 'useless' to that endeavor. She does seem well respected by the people in her duchy -- and other commoners."
"... and I am still hoping to find a forger!"
The party has a very pleasant evening at Muri Daybreaker’s family manse as they meet and compare notes. Please continue to chat amongst yourselves and, if you are ready, you may proceed with your activities on Wealday, Calistril 28 - the day before the Gala.
A few notes:
- Elen is looking for help with a forgery if anyone has any suggestions.
- She and Muri both also wondering about bringing weapons. Most folks will be carrying, or have guards on hand, or more likely both. Duels are not common these days, but they still occur and, alas, even in the capital of Taldor, not everyone has the best intentions. The Senate, and the nobles within, are targets - especially on such a night as this.
- I’ll let Muri give Anselm his Knowledge Nobility check answer.
- Muri is wondering about bringing his faithful companion. It is limited to service animals, but a little (common) bribe to the guards easily make Underfoot a service animal. While it’s not common to have animals in the Senate, it does happen, and you’ve heard Princess Eutropia has a dog that follows her everywhere - including the Senate (granted she is the daughter of the Grand Prince…).
- Mama D will have a tough time trying to meet Baron Okerra prior to the Gala. As a senator and a Baron, he’s difficult to reach under the best circumstances, but the day before the Gala he’ll be quite occupied.
I really should have brought something for the dinner, Kamari thinks as she sees Elen and Anselm walk in with wine.
Kamari browses over Anselm's notes. "I'm impressed! These are sharp assessments from such a soft looking form.
"I'm still not sure where to begin yet, though." She looks through the notes again and considers again what has been shared. "Perhaps tomorrow will reveal more."
"And what of your tasks? Are you settled there?"
Kamari glances up at the much older half-elf. "Well in hand. I will be quite presentable at the gala." Which I think was my only task. She considers for a moment and then shouts inside her own head. Shoes! I will have to find something suitable for the dress, but good for quick movements.
"It seems we need to know some more about the Lady Lotheed. If we do, it may assist in understanding what debts Baron Nicolaus Okerra owes her. It would seem difficult to remind him of debts that we could not even articulate."
"Similarly, we should learn more of Princess Eutropia and the Grand Prince. This knowledge might help us understand their supporters and how they might be influenced"
"I am well," he replies. "This is a lovely house, wouldn't you say?" He answers banally, and emptily, giving her a chance to open up to other things or keep the discussion vapid.
”Oh yes, I do think so. It rather reminds me of...home.” She flicks a delicate kerchief from one sleeve and dabs at her brow; and any pain that the thought of home may have caused. ”But what of you, Sir? Did you have much luck today?”
”As for myself, I will most likely have to wait until the Gala, it seems, before I can approach the Good Baron.”
And so the evening moves on, but Mama approaches Elen as the evening ends, ”Perhaps, I can help you tomorrow, since the Good Baron will likely be inaccessible?”
He then makes his way to the family barber...
"I'm eager to hear what you've found. I've taken some notes based on my own conversations. I suspect we might find some common purpose with the High Strategos, among others."
'
K'Aldrian nods stiffly in agreement, happy to offer up his learnings freely, sharing freely. He has a nice cut about him. Would have made a good soldier probably.
He looks over at the food table, but is wary of walking too much on the polished floors in only his socks. He fears he would not recover from a fall, and the food, well, that can wait. He stares at the savory selections, occasionally diverting his attention from whomever he is speaking as he stays put.
"Good evening, everyone."
K'Aldrian nods stiffly in response, offering no more than is necessary in formal circles.
"Well in hand."
K'Aldrian nods stiffly in response, smiling genteelly at Kamari. He is still trying to make sense of everyone, trusting no one, but also having so little to lose. He might as well try his hand at politics, dabbling and seeing what there is to see. Otherwise, he'll just be reading...and what fun is that? Being cooped inside all day? Nah, not yet.
"But what of you, Sir? Did you have much luck today?”
K'Aldrian nods stiffly in response, a small smile breaking his lips even as his eyes to go the savory foods. "Middling success at best. I'm not used to courts and nobility. Might be that I hide behind your skirts until I find my feet. I can only try my best at the Gala, learning what I can along the way," K'Aldrian says as his eyes roam onto the others. "It's possible that we'll all have to help each other to accomplish our task. No doubt there will be many arrayed against us...other groups that have other aims."
"For Milady Pelicourt, courtesy of the family cellar. Among our finest whites."
Muri takes the bottle with both hands, and bows slightly at the waist. "Very nice of you, Anselm. They'll be sure to enjoy this another day. Tonight, you're at the mercy of Old Raff's selections." The halfling disappears down the hall, returning, bottle-free.
"To new friends, social reform and hopefully a new Empress!"
Muri takes the bottle with both hands, this time his shoulders, shrugging slightly. "Ah, I'm not so sure what my uncle thinks about social reform..."
He looks to the balcony, where Mircene just so happens to be observing, and grins. Mircene gives her cousin a wink, and the halfling on the first floor runs off to give the staff another bottle of elevated grapes.
"But I'm still willing to help either with listening to his conversation at the Senate or assisting you ahead of time to be less noticeable."
"That would be great, Kamari. I have no practice in going unnoticed, but my height should help, right? If there are plenty of long legs, I should be able to use them as fence posts." Muri pauses in consideration. "Might be a game we could play... from one room to another, I might be able to turn my cloak inside out, take my hat off..." It's plain the halfling is new to disguising tricks.
"I suspect we might find some common purpose with the High Strategos, among others."
"I am all for teamwork. I figure he'll be easy to spot for what he wears, but I'm also wondering if we get there early enough, won't there be someone at the front entrance announcing people loudly as they enter? That would make it easy."
"Oh, her eyes are so bright! Is she not a service dog? You must bring her! It wouldn't do to leave such a loyal companion behind."
Underfoot's tail begins to wag, as she hears Elen's tone of voice, and makes eye contact with the elf from her place by the fire, head on paws.
"As long as the event was short, or they have plenty of gardens, I guess it would be fine to bring her along. I might need to invent a story about how she serves. If that fails, I better bring some coins. That would pinch, if I had to walk her all the way home, if they stopped me from entering."
"...and I am still hoping to find a forger!"
Muri frowns gently, unable to pluck a person, place or thing from his mind, regarding a grey shade, someone able to accomplish what Elen seeks in order to fool the folks during the grand event. Folks probably well-studied in quality creations. "Sorry, Elen. I wish I knew someone that had a talent for copying handwriting. We don't have much time to figure that out, either. I can ask Old Raff for a cheap bottle of wine, at least, so you can fill your bottle and skunk it with the syringe. But we'd still need someone do to the forgery."
"Similarly, we should learn more of Princess Eutropia and the Grand Prince. This knowledge might help us understand their supporters and how they might be influenced."
Muri nods. "I'll be visiting the markets tomorrow with my cousin, so I'll keep on the Princess and the Grand Prince. Mircene has classes in the afternoon, though, so I'd be happy to join anyone, and help them with whatever else we should learn on the others." The halfling groans low, as part of his cookie breaks off and drowns beneath the black of his kahve.
"So, tomorrow night? What should we do for dinner? My uncle is hosting friends, so we can't return for a second night." Muri looks expectantly at his guests, curious for further planning.
...
Wealday, Calistril 28th- Sifting for Dirt, Part II
The day begins early. As always, Mircene is up before Muri, enjoying soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast with her father on the back porch. Muri joins the two, and glances over the dinner the previous evening, holding his political tongue until he's alone with his cousin on the streets of Oppara.
For each line of inquiry, Muri does his best to assist his new associate(s), with much less energy in the affair, as his morning proved as productive as he could be. Now, he glides along, more interested in listening than speaking all that much.
Eutropia is a social reformer, eager to establish schools and other public resources for the poor, and remove political and familial restrictions for women and various minorities (including half elves and halflings). Rumors have circulated for a decade that her ultimate goal is to overturn primogeniture - Taldor’s ancient law stating that only male heirs may inherit the Lion Throne - and become the first empress of Taldor, and her work on this culminates in a few days.
The princess’s reputation for “fighting in the streets” largely hails from her skill as a fencer, a sport she excelled at during her schooling at the Sinora Academia. Many times in her twenties she matched blades with chauvinistic politicians who would otherwise refuse to let her speak or act within political circles, and those early public duels helped her win unexpected support for her later social reforms - as well as a reputation as an impolite, unladylike brute.
- - -
The emperor has made no secret of his disdain for Princess Eutropia’s social crusades, especially her efforts to overturn primogeniture so she can inherit the throne, but he has been uncharacteristically quiet about it this past year. Rumors abound that his health is slipping (perhaps his mind too) and he has accepted her efforts.
- - -
Also, at noon, one of Lady Lotheed's personal aids delivers a small nondescript box to Mallë-o i Otos Elen. It contains one empty wine bottle, cork, and three labels. All you need now is a forger and some bad wine to complete phase one of your assigned task.
"Perhaps, I can help you tomorrow, since the Good Baron will likely be inaccessible?"
"You mean, to help with finding a forger? To be honest, I don't even know where to begin. I believe I am expecting a delivery tomorrow. Where shall we meet?"
"It's possible that we'll all have to help each other to accomplish our task. No doubt there will be many arrayed against us...other groups that have other aims."
"Possible?" Elen asks, raising an eyebrow in response. "I would say 'for certain', for I like you have not doubt that there will be opposition. We are probably going to have to run constant 'Sting Operations', as I have heard it said."
"I can ask Old Raff for a cheap bottle of wine, at least, so you can fill your bottle and skunk it with the syringe. But we'd still need someone do to the forgery."
Elen frowns when Muri mentions the syringe and shakes her head. "It just needs to be a forgery, not spoiled."
Elen will gladly accept the "cheap" bottle of wine Muri has offered.
Martella Lotheed (image) joins you at the appointed hour on Oathday (Pharast the first - the day of the Gala) at the Shining Scale, a somewhat formal cafe not far from the Senate. She’s no less elegant than a few nights ago, though now she’s dressed less for a social party and more for the formality of the Senate.
Long, golden beams of the early afternoon sun dance through the cafe’s warm interior, highlighting breads, strong cheeses, and wine bottles behind the only counter. Martella sips casually from a steaming mug of hot tea. A hand-sized brass cricket (image) sits quietly on the tabletop beside her.
“I’m so pleased you could join me today,” she begins as you arrive. “Please order whatever you like; the fig jam is particularly lovely here, and smell that freshly baked bread! Feel free to speak candidly at the table, though do keep your voices down. I’ve taken measures to ensure our privacy.” she gestures to the cricket.
When the party has ordered, and food & drink have been brought, she presses down on the device which begins to buzz softly as it vibrates on the table and slowly unwinds. Every few minutes during the conversation, she’ll wind it back up to keep it purring along. Outside voices more than a few feet away become immediately muffled and harder to understand while the device is working.
- - -
”I have heard you’ve been most studious in the last few days researching our problem. Sounds like you’re well prepared for what’s to come, and it fills me with hope that we have in fact selected the right crew for the task.” she smiles. ”Do you have any questions before I outline some specifics?”
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After picking up some jewelry and purchasing a comfortable pair of dark leather boots to go with the dress, Kamari meets up with Muri to give him an abridged course on disguise.
"It's easy, really! Just move this here and this there," Kamari rambles on as she tries to grab at Muri and his accoutrements. "But the trick is really in how you present yourself. You have to imagine yourself as someone completely different. You have to believe it."
She taps him on the heart and head, ignorant of any objections. "People are smarter than they know. They won't be fooled by a mere change of clothes. You need to disguise who you are. Then they won't recognize you even if you are wearing the same clothes."
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Upon seeing Lady Lotheed, Kamari winces. I should have picked the shorter dress. It would have gone quite well with the Lady's.
Not used to the new dress, or dresses in general, Kamari takes a minute to settle in at the table. When she's finally secure on her chair she inspects the cricket without touching it, sure that the lady would have offered if she was going to allow it to be touched.
Kamari orders some of the fig jam along with some bread, brie, and prosciutto. She keeps her fingers busy designing intricately layered bites to resist the temptation of touching the mechanical wonder.
”Do you have any questions...
A shipload's worth, but I don't think she meant the cricket.
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"So, tomorrow night? What should we do for dinner? My uncle is hosting friends, so we can't return for a second night." Muri looks expectantly at his guests, curious for further planning.
"My lodgings are quite cramped when compared to your lovely home, but we could certainly make do and meet there"and if it becomes necessary, I will take rooms elsewhere. If.
"You mean, to help with finding a forger? To be honest, I don't even know where to begin. I believe I am expecting a delivery tomorrow. Where shall we meet?"
"We will just have to see what we can do with what we have. We can meet in my rooms, if you like."
Comparison is everything; Mama's lodgings are comparatively meager next to Muri's home, but compared to the living quarters of Taldor's natives, they are quite comfortable, for her. Even with Elen, it is roomy enough, though it is a bit more cramped once every one arrives.
["I would say 'for certain', for I like you have not doubt that there will be opposition. We are probably going to have to run constant 'Sting Operations', as I have heard it said."
K'Aldrian nods stiffly, acknowledging that she would know better than he. He just knows the battlefield and trying to be prepare...or at least not surprised when the enemy attacks. And he is watching for may, no, what *will* come.
* * *
K'Aldrian takes a seat near the cricket, eager to examine the creature while he can. This is also new to him (much like city life) and there is so much to be learned. He didn't always have time to study for himself, and certain puzzles, like this cricket, intrigue him.
"Excuse me, Lady Martella," K'Aldrian interjects when there is a moment, gesturing to the cricket. "But...where...where did you get his marvelous 'bug'?" He offers a confused inflection for the word 'bug', unsure what else to call it. "It is interesting. How often do you need to wind it up?" He looks at Kamari, looking at her reaction, as if she has the same questions.
He might have more questions, but right now his attention is on the cricket, the talk of his bigger task has yet to become forethought in his mind.
Anselm arrives in a fine embroidered suit with an array of luminous purples in its paisleys. His dark purple shirting makes it all the more striking.
"Milady, I wonder... It would seem the High Strategos is the highest profile supporter of primogeniture in attendance. A dangerous enemy to make, but... Certainly it would be unfortunate if he were embarrassed... I wonder, though. Too lofty?"
He pauses for a while, listening to his new co-conspirators' questions and admiring what he sees of their work. He smiles patiently as some oo and ah over the cricket.
Eventually, he raises another question.
"Countess Pace's support for the repeal is gratifying. I wonder, though... Would it be helpful to reaffirm the strength of such support? Ambition can make for unsteady alliances."
He looks at Kamari, looking at her reaction, as if she has the same questions.
Kamari pauses in making her tea sandwiches so she won't miss anything.
Mama D produces a forgery that even some experts, taking their time, will have trouble identifying. She takes the best of the samples and gums it to the bottle whereupon it is filled with poor quality wine from Muri’s otherwise excellent wine cellar. The bottle is ready to be swapped.
"Excuse me, Lady Martella," K'Aldrian interjects when there is a moment, gesturing to the cricket. "But...where...where did you get his marvelous 'bug'?" He offers a confused inflection for the word 'bug', unsure what else to call it. "It is interesting. How often do you need to wind it up?" He looks at Kamari, looking at her reaction, as if she has the same questions.
Lady Lotheed laughs, ”I make them. Normally they’re a bit larger, easier to make and last longer on a wind, but harder to carry around. This one is special, I keep it with me all the time, though it only lasts a few minutes. I’ve got to get better springs you see. That’s the trick.” She also shows you little spikes on its 'legs' for hanging on doors or windowsills.
"Milady, I wonder... It would seem the High Strategos is the highest profile supporter of primogeniture in attendance. A dangerous enemy to make, but... Certainly it would be unfortunate if he were embarrassed... I wonder, though. Too lofty?"
”Are you afraid Master Basri? As well you should be. He’s a powerful man, and a spiteful opponent. These Senators are men and women just like you and me however. Most have never been really challenged - outside who has the best dinner parties and who said what about whom. But some are hardened, and you must be wary of those.”
”I know you’re new to this, so feel free to swim among the smaller fish if you fear the sharks. But remember we all have a job to do, don’t shirk your responsibilities or we may yet lose the prize.”
"Countess Pace's support for the repeal is gratifying. I wonder, though... Would it be helpful to reaffirm the strength of such support? Ambition can make for unsteady alliances."
”I too had heard such rumors of her support, but I’m not convinced. That’s why she’s on Major Kort’s list of things to do.” she smiles.
"It's easy, really! Just move this here and this there, but the trick is really in how you present yourself. You have to imagine yourself as someone completely different. You have to believe it. People are smarter than they know. They won't be fooled by a mere change of clothes. You need to disguise who you are. Then they won't recognize you even if you are wearing the same clothes."
Muri listens, stifling a giggle when Kamari pulls his shirt closely at his armpits. "Well, you make it look easy, at least. I haven't done this kind of thing before. You perform on stage, ever? This feels like a performance. I just hope the place is big enough, I can slip away if I don't do so well around the High Strategos."
The halfling lifts his arms, giving himself a good look over. "Thanks, Kamari. It gives me more confidence knowing I'm not the only one that will be there."
...
Comparison is everything; Mama's lodgings are comparatively meager next to Muri's home, but compared to the living quarters of Taldor's natives, they are quite comfortable, for her. Even with Elen, it is roomy enough, though it is a bit more cramped once every one arrives.
Muri attends the Wealday dinner, having left Underfoot at home for the evening. The halfling bears a bottle of wine, keeping tradition with last evening's gifts. "I like your place, Madame Lotheed. You are kind for your hospitality." The halfling sinks into a plush cushion, making room for others.
"I learned more about the royalty..."
...
"I have heard you’ve been most studious in the last few days researching our problem..."
Muri perks up. "Who told you?" The halfling seems less paranoid, more genuinely interested to know.
Muri perks up. "Who told you?" The halfling seems less paranoid, more genuinely interested to know.
”Well, you’re not the only ones asking the same questions, and some of my other operatives have more experience at this. Once they heard others were also looking into things, they asked around after the askers and came up with you.” she laughs at the ridiculousness of it all. ”Or maybe I don’t know you yet and have been having you watched.” she winks at Muri and turns her attention to the matters of the day.
Lady Lotheed takes out a small, well oiled, old leather satchel removing a number of items from its depths. She hands each of you a Senate Aide Badge (link) and places three smaller pouches filled with Dust of Illusion (link) on the table.
She holds up one of the Senate Aid Badges (image) and describes its function before talking about what the dust does. She adds, ”These badges are old, from Senator Voritas’ family line. They died out nearly a hundred years ago now, and these badges were eventually passed to Princess Eutropia. Senators and other politicians of note traditionally hand out badges of extinct or exiled family lines to guests they invite to senate events, identifying them at a glance as guests rather than sitting senators or staff.”
”However, the guards are a little more wary of visitors wearing badges of extinct lines, given the ease with which a rabble-rouser or would-be assassin could abuse the system, so expect some hassle.” ”I have the master,” she touches a similar though more ornate disk on her shoulder, ”so I can communicate with you throughout the evening as needed. However, I plan to spend most of the evening in the senate gallery should you need to find me in person.”
“Overall, tonight promises to be an historic evening, but an evening of work nonetheless. And in the sort of work you’re embarking upon, the line that divides success and failure is drawn by the people you know. You have your own tasks to accomplish, but I’m counting on you to support one another to ensure our success… and discretion.”
”If you need assistance, kindly ask for it. If your assistance is required, give it. And if I’m to be blunt, I would like just once in my adult life to simply enjoy a gala I attend, rather than scamper about with clandestine busywork. If you all complete your work without need of me to clean anything up, I will happily double my promised payment to 300gp per person - all or none get the bonus. Just a little added incentive.” She smiles.
“I trust your activities won’t occupy your entire evening, so by all means, enjoy the party and make friends. This is an excellent opportunity for you to begin your own political ambitions, but do be discreet as to your main purpose here tonight. You may say that you work for me if pressed, but please leave the Princess out of it if you can.”
She then goes over each of your tasks once again (link) Once she’s comfortable everyone understands their tasks, she stands, and sips her still hot, slightly cinnamon-y drink after first toasting, ”To our success!”
”Any other questions before I go? I have to make a stop before the Senate, so I will meet you inside. If I’m not there right away, just get familiar with the place and I’ll contact you when I arrive.” She taps her Senate badge.
”I make them. That’s the trick.”
K'Aldrian leans in with interest, resisting the temptation to pick the cricket up...or take it apart.
”I know you’re new to this, so feel free to swim among the smaller fish if you fear the sharks.”
Yes, exactly. I feel like a new recruit and have been offered very little training before being sent into battle, K'Aldrian nods his head as if having his own thoughts.
He takes the offered badge and listens. He has a question or two, but will wait to be sure others don't have their own first.
Elen accepts the Badge and tries not to frown upon the image it depicts.
”However, the guards are a little more wary of visitors wearing badges of extinct lines, given the ease with which a rabble-rouser or would-be assassin could abuse the system, so expect some hassle.”
The image alone upon it is grounds for harassment.
She carefully places it into her bag.
"You wouldn't happen to have a floor layout of the Senate and its surrounding rooms just in case that might be useful for coordination, would you?"
"We will just have to see what we can do with what we have. We can meet in my rooms, if you like."
Elen dons her travel outfit and heads for Mama D's the next morning bearing the look-alike bottles and labels.
"I don't know how I can thank you enough for doing this. Please let me know if there's is anything I can help provide to you."
Mama D creates a forgery.
"Oh! It's perfect! I'm sure no one will notice that this is not the real McCoy Aroden!"
"A serpent, maybe a dragon, and a unicorn?" Kamari traces the lines of the badge's design. "Lady Lotheed, would you be able to tell us anything of Senator Voritas’ family or the meaning of the image?"
"And that is an excellent question Elen. I'm afraid I didn't make it too far past the first set of guards during my exploration."
"You wouldn't happen to have a floor layout of the Senate and its surrounding rooms just in case that might be useful for coordination, would you?"
”Oh, no, I don’t have a map, but the structure is simply laid out. Here…” she grabs some paper and a quill from her satchel and draws a rough building, outlining the various areas which should be open during the Gala.
"A serpent, maybe a dragon, and a unicorn?" Kamari traces the lines of the badge's design. "Lady Lotheed, would you be able to tell us anything of Senator Voritas’ family or the meaning of the image?"
Lady Lotheed thinks a moment, ”It’s the unicorn and dragon - their family crest. I must admit, I don’t know much about the family myself, though I’ve used these badges before. I should look it up in the archives. Perhaps tonight in fact!”
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"Well, you’re not the only ones asking the same questions, and some of my other operatives have more experience at this. Once they heard others were also looking into things, they asked around after the askers and came up with you. <laughter> Or maybe I don’t know you yet and have been having you watched.”
Muri laughs in kind. "Fair enough. I appreciate your, uh, wariness."
When the gathered receive Badges, Muri slips a hand into a pouch on his waist, pulling from it a magnifying glass. He snicks it open, and begins to examine the Badge, inches from his face.
After a moment or two, Muri frowns, flicks his magnifier closed, and tucks it away, continuing to look over the Badge with the naked eye.
"I have the master, so I can communicate with you throughout the evening as needed."
"So there are at least six Senate Aide Badges." Muri points to each person in the circle. "How many total Aide Badges do you have?"
Finally, Muri turns to look at Underfoot, then back to Martella. "I might have to tip a guard to let my dog through. I guess I could also pretend to be blind, and try and convince them she's truly a service animal, but that seems like a lot of work."
"Oh! It's perfect! I'm sure no one will notice that this is not the realMcCoyAroden!"
K'Aldrian snorts. Not for derision, but for the imprint of a tucked away badge at his own heart. *He* would be here fighting for us if he could. Pushing aside his shame, he looks over at the map of the Senate.
He's used to reading military maps (and hoping for the best for things that might have been missed), but the Lady's map fills him with confidence.
"Ah, of course, this is helpful in describing the contours of the battlefield," K'Aldriam gruffs.
He looks again at his badge, pondering things.
"And Lady. If we do need you, how will we find you?" K'Aldrian asks gruffly. "I know you, but I'm unsure how to contact once we meet the enemy...I mean, others."