Social Round 2 of 2
Seeing that there was still some nobles he hadn't conversed with, Tychus strains to keep making conversation in the Gallery. He hadn't spoken this much in the same day since he was very young.
Wracking his brain for something interesting to say, he tries bringing up some interesting items and curios he had spied in the Grandbridge Market that might interest some people of more eclectic taste.
While Xallis considers his next move, Navia takes the initiative. The eidolon provides additional entertainment to go with Liraela's story. She strikes poses, pantomiming the actions portrayed in the song. As she does, the color of her skin shifts in hue to help articulate each character. As her skin shifts between peach to violet to green again, it becomes apparent that a good sense of smell isn't the only advantage of her unique biology.
Social Round 2 of 3
Trevor
"To Lady Glorianna, and my other fellow party attendees. Compliments of Cayden Caliean and myself."
With his other hand, Trevor holds his holy symbol and cast the caydenite version of create water, in which the empty glass magically fills with a rich red wine. The spell affects all empty glasses within a 25ft. radius.
"Only the followers of The Accidental God can do such a unique variation of this cantrip."
Knowledge (nobility): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
The crowd cheers and toasts.
You between Trevor, Liraela, and Navia’s performances the group accumulates a number of donations from grateful parents, including 238 gp and a bottle of fine brandy.
Lastly, a particularly passive-aggressive earl hands Trevor a wand of eagle’s splendor (5 charges). ”My wife uses this to improve her looks. I think it’s broken though.” He makes a gagging sound.
You estimate the brandy to be worth around 60 to 90 gp.
Trevor then hands the magically filled wine glass he was holding to Lady Glorianna.
Lady Glorianna accepts the wine and takes a sip. ”Not bad. I can do a few tricks too.” She reaches under a nearby table and pulls out a raven haired woman in a straight black dress. ”Tada! I present to you Marquess Charlotte Deschamps, another friend of mine.”
Trevor is sure the Marquess was not hiding under the table before. She smiles. ”Charmed. Excuse us, but the Lady and I have something to discuss.”
Henrika
Bartolf heads out to help set up for dinner. A few servants notice Henrika but aren’t particularly impressed.
Liraela
Wyssilka claps in delight. ”That’s a lovely song. You have an amazing singing voice. Maybe performing is your secret calling?”
Tychus
Xallis
Wyssilka compliments Navia and talks to Xallis. ”That’s an impressive trick. What exactly is she? Some kind of familiar? She’s definitely one of the more vibrant creatures I’ve seen spellcasters bring with them.”
Baron Nicolaus Okerra comes up to the performance area where Xallis and Wyssilka are standing and snatches up a young girl. ”There you are, Selli. I’ve been looking for you. Ah, Xallis. I hope your evening is going well. This is my daughter Selli. She’s 10 years old and very high-spirited. Since my wife passed away, Selli is everything to me. Come along, Selli. Let’s go find our seats.”
Icabhod
Icabhod continues to help out, this time lending a hand in the Servant Area.
Icabhod leaves a lasting positive impression on the senate building’s staff, and head cook Dedrien wishes him well in his political ambitions by donating two potions of delay poison in case he proves less popular with others.
Social Round 2 of 3
Trevor
Lastly, a particularly passive-aggressive earl hands Trevor a wand of eagle’s splendor (5 charges). ”My wife uses this to improve her looks. I think it’s broken though.” He makes a gagging sound.
The cleric picks up his share of 73 gold coins from the appreciative crowd, and pockets the wand. "Thank you kindly, sir."
Though Trevor would claim the brandy for himself, he offers it to Liraela and Navia first. A well-crafted brandy is a unique treat, especially for someone who does not normally partake of such rare spirits.Lady Glorianna accepts the wine and takes a sip. ”Not bad. I can do a few tricks too.” She reaches under a nearby table and pulls out a raven haired woman in a straight black dress. ”Tada! I present to you Marquess Charlotte Deschamps, another friend of mine.”
Trevor is sure the Marquess was not hiding under the table before. She smiles. ”Charmed. Excuse us, but the Lady and I have something to discuss.”
Pleasantly surprised, Trevor smiles and makes a courtly bow to the black dressed lady. "A pleasure, Marquess Deschamps."
The caydenite turns to Lady Glorianna. "Well. Making beautiful women appear out of thin air certainly puts my cantrip to shame. I take my leave of you. It is my hope to see you at the supper." Trevor boldly steps forward and kisses Lady Glorianna's hand as she leaves.
Event: Light Supper
A bell rings and everyone finds their seats in the gallery. Servants begin to bring out a light supper, placing various expensive cheeses, fruits, pastries, and wines out on tables or carrying platters to offer momentary repast. The food placates the masses left confused by Stavian’s abrupt arrival and sudden disappearance, and soon conversations return to normal. Socializing becomes easier, as interested parties jockey for positions in food lines to speak with important dignitaries.
A century-old bottle of wine donated by the Lotheed family is brought out at this point. Henrika and her party and Martella know what is coming and refrain from sampling. A dozen other nobles however sip the served wine and immediately spit the red liquid in a jet across the table, staining the white tablecloth and ruining more than one dress. An angry uproar breaks out blaming the Lotheeds for providing spoiled wine and Count Mercater Lotheed will be paying them for replacing their outfits. Martella Lotheed can’t help but stifle a laugh with a bright red face.
Lady Gloriana Morilla manages to calm the crowd down by fascinating them with a masterful impromptu bardic performance (singing). Soon everyone returns to their seats and eats civilly after that.
Event: Light Supper
Trevor was pleasantly surprised to see his exalted uncle. The Kastner noble smiled to see Lord Remillard. As per etiquette, houses often sat together, so Trevor could freely converse with his head of house.
"Uncle Remillard, what an unqualified surprise and joy to see you! Did you have much notice over the supper this evening?"
Icabhod gracefully accepts the potion. My thanks. Such items are always useful in my line of work.
He then attends dinner and watches the ensuing chaos with wry amusement. All the little insults and gaffes will be remembered and retaliation will follow. Meaning plenty of work for him.
Tychus, clearly exhausted from all the socializing, spends most of the meal eating and observing the guests. He tries to sample as many different items as possible, and while doing so, eavesdrops onto as many conversations as he can.
He eventually bumps into Count Orlundo.
"Ah, Count, fancy meeting you here." Tychus says in jest. "I was never one for lavish affairs such as this. But it's going to be a monumentous night. Or at least we can hope. What did you think of the Grand Prince's arrival?"
Xallis and Navia share a few lingering looks. Their expressions shift in little ways from moment to moment, until the summoner offers an acquiescent wave and and eidolon's expression brightens noticeably.
"Oh. Hello, uhm..." Navia begins, addressing the gnome. "Marquess, Tanasha... Starborne, right? Right. I'm Navia. Xallis and I wanted to say hello, and I saw your rainbow hair and thought it was really pretty. How do you get make the colors stick like that?"
"Uncle Remillard, what an unqualified surprise and joy to see you! Did you have much notice over the supper this evening?"
”Trevor, my boy!” Lord Kastner pats Trevor on the back. ”I’m surprised to see you here. Although, maybe I shouldn’t be. You’re moving up in the social world. Who are you here with? It’s an exciting night, isn’t it? The Princess has my vote to end primogeniture. From the other senators I’ve talked with, I think she has the numbers for it to pass. The Grand Prince won’t be too happy about it though. Oh, and you’re asking about the supper? I suppose you haven’t been to many formal events. It would be considered rude not to provide a meal.”
"Ah, Count, fancy meeting you here." Tychus says in jest. "I was never one for lavish affairs such as this. But it's going to be a monumentous night. Or at least we can hope. What did you think of the Grand Prince's arrival?"
”Good to see you again. The Grand Prince’s procession was briefer than expected. But I suppose the primogeniture vote is weighing heavily on his mind. It looked like the High Strategos went to meet with him. Perhaps they are discussing strategies for if he loses the vote. Whichever way the vote goes, I expect he’ll give a speech afterward, so we’ll get to see more of the Grand Prince at that time.”
"Oh. Hello, uhm..." Navia begins, addressing the gnome. "Marquess, Tanasha... Starborne, right? Right. I'm Navia. Xallis and I wanted to say hello, and I saw your rainbow hair and thought it was really pretty. How do you get make the colors stick like that?"
Marquess Starborne rolls her eyes. ”I’m well aware that I primarily get invited to these events as a curiosity or an amusing diversion rather than because anyone has due respect for my position. Please don’t tell me that you’re another one. But I saw you and your eidolon performing earlier, so maybe you are being genuine. I loved your eidolon’s colors too. Most summoners just summon ferocious beasts with little thought of aesthetics. As for my hair, it’s all natural. If you aren’t familiar with gnomes, when their hair starts turning white is when you need to worry. I find that keeping the old-guard senators discomforted has the added benefit of staving off the Bleaching. Princess Eutropia has my vote to end primogeniture, both because I think she’s fit for the enthronement and because I enjoy upsetting some of the racist old fools who are against it.”
Kalbio awkwardly chimes in. ”Miss Tanasha. Xallis and his friends are the most genuine people I’ve met at this Gala tonight. You can believe him.”
Marquess Starborne smiles. ”That’s good to know.”
"Uncle Remillard, what an unqualified surprise and joy to see you! Did you have much notice over the supper this evening?"”Trevor, my boy!” Lord Kastner pats Trevor on the back. ”I’m surprised to see you here. Although, maybe I shouldn’t be. You’re moving up in the social world. Who are you here with? It’s an exciting night, isn’t it? The Princess has my vote to end primogeniture. From the other senators I’ve talked with, I think she has the numbers for it to pass. The Grand Prince won’t be too happy about it though. Oh, and you’re asking about the supper? I suppose you haven’t been to many formal events. It would be considered rude not to provide a meal.”
"I am here as a quest of Lady Martella Lotheed, along with a few others, including Lady Henrika Karthis over there", Trevor explains as he nods over to the other significant noble name in his coterie.
"I was fortunate enough to have a pleasant discussion with The Princess. I explained to her that House Kastner stands behind her."Trevor leans in closer to his uncle and whispers, "Uncle. Do you have an opinion of Lady Glorianna Morilla? I'd be interested in any insight you have."
Henrika chuckles inwardly when the wine is revealed to be spoiled, but is careful to give no sign that she was involved. She tries to get close to Count Mercator Lotheed to hear his sputtering protests and apologies, and perhaps glean more insight into his relationship with the rest of his family. She also notes Earl Calhadion Vernisant, and engages him in conversation if she can get closer to him, curious if he has changed his mind about the Princess.
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Trevor leans in closer to his uncle and whispers, "Uncle. Do you have an opinion of Lady Glorianna Morilla? I'd be interested in any insight you have."
”I’ve had dealing with Lady Morilla before. Be careful around that one. She may appear innocent, but she is not someone I’d wish to cross. Luckily, she’s an ally of Princess Eutropia, so by extension, an ally of mine. I do believe she has Taldor’s best interests in her heart.”
Does Lord Remillard have any children of his own?
Henrika chuckles inwardly when the wine is revealed to be spoiled, but is careful to give no sign that she was involved. She tries to get close to Count Mercator Lotheed to hear his sputtering protests and apologies, and perhaps glean more insight into his relationship with the rest of his family. She also notes Earl Calhadion Vernisant, and engages him in conversation if she can get closer to him, curious if he has changed his mind about the Princess.
Count Lotheed looks like he is nearly going to have a heart attack from the accusations. Some of the younger Lotheeds, Martella’s “brothers” are also in attendance, and their faces are tomato red in anger.
Earl Vernisant will talk with Henrika but she probably does not wish to for long as he is a very unpleasant man. He talks incessantly about crushing political enemies and returning Taldor to its glory days. He boasts of his political ambition and that he expects to become Grand Prince Stavian III’s closest advisor before he turns 40. To boost his resume further, he claims to be a direct descendant of General Arnisant and therefore because of his pedigree, to disagree with his opinions would appear unpatriotic.
”I’ve had dealing with Lady Morilla before. Be careful around that one. She may appear innocent, but she is not someone I’d wish to cross. Luckily, she’s an ally of Princess Eutropia, so by extension, an ally of mine. I do believe she has Taldor’s best interests in her heart.”
"Crossing her is not my intent", Trevor smiles
Icabhod does take the time to examine the tainted win to see just what went into it. Having something that can incapacitate someone with nausea
might be very useful.
After briefly talking to each other, Marquess Charlotte Deschamps and Lady Gloriana Morilla are available to talk to again.
The Kastner cleric excuses himself and walks over to Marquess Charlotte Deschamps.
"Good evening, Marquess Descamps", Trevor said with a courtly bow. "I'm sorry you had experience such a dramatic wine-tasting. I am a cleric of Cayden Cailean. Sadly, some choose the media of alcohol to play their little jokes. If I may please ask, how do you know Lady Glorianna Morilla?
Liraela, having grown quite tired of all of the politicking and maneuvering required in such a place as the senate is delighted to finally be seated at the dinner table.
She, unfortunately, is not very good with table decorum and repeats her earlier eating habits. A few pieces of meat slide down her throat before she takes whole pieces of fruit and follows suit with them. "What a wonderful feast this is! If you ignore the wine fiasco, I suppose."
She picks up on Tychus' conversation with Marquess Starborne and joins in.
"Oh, trust me darling, I know how that feels. There's no telling how many people talked to me today just because they have never left the capital and have no idea what a vishkanya is. Or that we can have value outside of our racial quirks."
"All too often they take us at face value, without understanding we can have our own viewpoints. Speaking of positions, would you like to discuss yours on this issue?"
”I’m well aware that I primarily get invited to these events as a curiosity or an amusing diversion rather than because anyone has due respect for my position. Please don’t tell me that you’re another one. But I saw you and your eidolon performing earlier, so maybe you are being genuine. I loved your eidolon’s colors too. Most summoners just summon ferocious beasts with little thought of aesthetics. As for my hair, it’s all natural. If you aren’t familiar with gnomes, when their hair starts turning white is when you need to worry. I find that keeping the old-guard senators discomforted has the added benefit of staving off the Bleaching. Princess Eutropia has my vote to end primogeniture, both because I think she’s fit for the enthronement and because I enjoy upsetting some of the racist old fools who are against it.”
Xallis nods and smiles. "Thank you for noticing. Any desperate conjurer can drag some screeching beast into this world, and the more orderly outsiders are a little too 'aesthetically stagnant' for my tastes. Navia here is a unique creature of my own craft."
Navia pinches several spots on her right cheek. "Yeah, it's great, but I think I'm too symmetrical. You should've put more eyes on this side."
The two share a laugh before Xallis continues. "I'm sure you've had the same gnome-based inquiries thrown around time and time again. I can only imagine how tiresome they've gotten. Rest assured I'll take your title for it's worth, as well as your vibrant sense of fashion."
He offers her a nod of appreciation, as well as one to Kalbio for supporting him.
Icabhod does take the time to examine the tainted wine to see just what went into it. Having something that can incapacitate someone with nausea might be very useful.
Alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
The wine was injected with a spoiling agent. It was not intended to incapacitate anyone, just make the wine taste foul. You all probably shared what your missions were and Henrika also warned you not to drink the wine, so it should not be a mystery to Icabhod.
"Good evening, Marquess Descamps", Trevor said with a courtly bow. "I'm sorry you had experience such a dramatic wine-tasting. I am a cleric of Cayden Cailean. Sadly, some choose the media of alcohol to play their little jokes. If I may please ask, how do you know Lady Glorianna Morilla?
Marquess Deschamps curtseys back to Trevor. Her long black dress seems to blend with the shadows at her feet making it appear much longer than it should. ”Oh hello there. You’re that fellow following Lady Morilla around. Her and I go way back. The two of us are both Pathfinders although she’s more showy about it. While she prefers to make allies, I dispatch of the society’s enemies. But tonight, I am simply enjoying the party. You could say I’m Lady Morilla’s wingwoman of sorts. If she needs an escape, I can provide it.”
"Oh, trust me darling, I know how that feels. There's no telling how many people talked to me today just because they have never left the capital and have no idea what a vishkanya is. Or that we can have value outside of our racial quirks."
”Poor thing. But take it from me, if your appearance puts them off guard, you have the advantage. Use it. And if you’re ever up by Wispil, you’ll be welcome there.”
"All too often they take us at face value, without understanding we can have our own viewpoints. Speaking of positions, would you like to discuss yours on this issue?"
”Princess Eutropia has my vote to end primogeniture, both because I think she’s fit for the enthronement and because I enjoy upsetting some of the racist old fools who are against it.”
Dinner takes place for about an hour and then the servants come back around to clean up.
Finally, the Taldan senate convenes to vote on various issues while guests watch from the gallery above. The hall spends 30 minutes arguing and voting on formalities and spending bills before reaching the event all of Taldor has been waiting for: whether to abolish the long-standing law of primogeniture.
The political ruling body of Taldor spreads out twenty feet below the observation deck of the gallery. Dozens of senators and their immediate aides scurry below. The cacophony of voices is almost deafening, and it seems like the ceaseless chatter will continue endlessly. Suddenly, the magically amplified voice of the senate speaker interrupts the noise.
“Thank you all. I would ask that our observers please be silent and seat themselves. We will now begin voting on addendum number twenty-two thousand eighty-seven: the repeal of the ancient law of primogeniture, the issuance of inheritance and aristocratic title solely through male heirs.”
Following this proclamation, the speaker begins calling on individual senators one at a time to support or oppose the repeal. Early declarations split evenly between the options, with many senators abstaining entirely, and only halfway through the process do votes begin to favor Princess Eutropia’s bid to end primogeniture. By the end of the tabulations, the repeal passes with roughly 60 percent of the senate’s backing. The speaker takes a moment to compose himself, seemingly shocked by the results, before continuing to formally announce the initial results in a distant monotone.
”And so, the final tally for addendum twenty-two thousand eighty-seven, the repeal of primogeniture, with thirty-six abstentions, the final tally stands at one hundred and seven for, seventy-nine against. The addendum passes. Among other business tonight, the senate recognizes Princess Eutropia Stavian I as the new heir to the Primogen Crown, and the first heir the empire has seen in twenty years.”
With the declaration made, the chamber explodes in a riot of applause and condemnation. It takes several minutes for the cacophony to die down. The speaker declares that a closed senate recount is to take place, an event signaled by the speaker declaring a temporary recess of the senate to outsiders.
Afterwards, ushers begin announcing that Grand Prince Stavian’s speech and exaltation will begin in 30 minutes. Kalbio takes his leave from you at this point. ”Thank you, my friends. I must get ready for the exaltation now.” Sweat runs down from his forehead and he pulls at his collar. ”I am so nervous. I hope everything goes well. Perhaps, once I’m a noble, I’ll make a tapestry in honor of the kindness you’ve shown me tonight.” Kalbio gives each of you an awkward handshake and then hurries down to the senate floor.
Lady Martella Lotheed summons you one final time. The meeting takes place in the same section of the gallery where you last met her.
”Congratulations on all of your successes tonight. Tychus, every message was delivered on time. Icabhod, your deduction of the two senators’ positions was spot on. Trevor, the scandal you created around Earl Venisant was brilliant. Xallis, solidifying relationships with Baron Okerra will benefit both you and I in or future endeavors. Henrika, spoiling that wine was the highlight of the night. And Liraela, the High Strategos is definitely up to something; thank you for keeping an eye on him."
"As promised, since you completed all of your tasks without my help, I will double each of your payments to 300 gold a piece for extraordinary service to be paid after the festivities.”
”I surmise that Stavian’s speech will be a concession to Eutropia’s bid for the throne. While the vote does not replace Stavian, he has made no secret of his opposition to the repeal, and I expect the aging emperor to show no amount of restraint in lambasting his daughter.”
”Before you find your seats for the speech, I have one last request.” She hands you a letter, neatly folded and sealed with wax embossed with a simple heart. ”This is a message for Kalbio of Breezy Creek, the peasant about to be exalted, from his parents who couldn’t afford to travel into Oppara for the ceremony. I understand that the letter is “of a personal and emotional nature,” and so Kalbio’s parents have asked that it not be delivered until after the big day.”
Marquess Deschamps curtseys back to Trevor. Her long black dress seems to blend with the shadows at her feet making it appear much longer than it should. ”Oh hello there. You’re that fellow following Lady Morilla around. Her and I go way back. The two of us are both Pathfinders although she’s more showy about it. While she prefers to make allies, I dispatch of the society’s enemies. But tonight, I am simply enjoying the party. You could say I’m Lady Morilla’s wingwoman of sorts. If she needs an escape, I can provide it.”
Trevor is mentally dodging the back-handed compliments. "You're both Pathfinders? Astounding! It's is no wonder both you and Lady Glorianna seem so capable. Do you find the Pathfinder work rewarding?"
Trevor is mentally dodging the back-handed compliments. "You're both Pathfinders? Astounding! It's is no wonder both you and Lady Glorianna seem so capable. Do you find the Pathfinder work rewarding?"
Charlotte lowers her chin and glares up at Trevor, finding the trite conversation unappealing. "It is rewarding in the sense that I can put my skill with a blade to use without running afoul with the law. Now if you'll excuse me."
Tychus spends most of the time slouched in his chair in the Gallery, but once the issue of Primogeniture comes up, he immediately straightens out and avidly watches the proceedings, and claps along once the results are announced.
"This is a victory not only for Eutropia, but for all of Taldor. Her people rejoice." He attempts to maintain his composure, but it is clear to all that he is happy with the outcome. "Let us hope there is no funny business going on backstage." he exclaims once the Senate moves to the private recount.
”Congratulations on all of your successes tonight. Tychus, every message was delivered on time....
"But of course, it was my pleasure and duty."
”Before you find your seats for the speech, I have one last request.” She hands you a letter, neatly folded and sealed with wax embossed with a simple heart. ”This is a message for Kalbio of Breezy Creek, the peasant about to be exalted, from his parents who couldn’t afford to travel into Oppara for the ceremony. I understand that the letter is “of a personal and emotional nature,” and so Kalbio’s parents have asked that it not be delivered until after the big day.”
Tychus reaches out and takes the letter.
"What's one more letter to deliver? I'll see it done."
Charlotte lowers her chin and glares up at Trevor, finding the trite conversation unappealing. "It is rewarding in the sense that I can put my skill with a blade to use without running afoul with the law. Now if you'll excuse me."
Trevor bows graciously, but inwardly is thankful the conversation with Marquess Descamps is over. But the discourse did give the kastner noble pause.
Was I perusing Lady Glorianna too doggedly? Trevor thinks as the dark Pathfinder left.Following this proclamation, the speaker begins calling on individual senators one at a time to support or oppose the repeal. Early declarations split evenly between the options, with many senators abstaining entirely, and only halfway through the process do votes begin to favor Princess Eutropia’s bid to end primogeniture. By the end of the tabulations, the repeal passes with roughly 60 percent of the senate’s backing. The speaker takes a moment to compose himself, seemingly shocked by the results, before continuing to formally announce the initial results in a distant monotone.
Both Kastner men sat next to each other and waited with baited breath for the vote count to be complete.
”And so, the final tally for addendum twenty-two thousand eighty-seven, the repeal of primogeniture, with thirty-six abstentions, the final tally stands at one hundred and seven for, seventy-nine against. The addendum passes. Among other business tonight, the senate recognizes Princess Eutropia Stavian I as the new heir to the Primogen Crown, and the first heir the empire has seen in twenty years.”
With the declaration made, the chamber explodes in a riot of applause and condemnation. It takes several minutes for the cacophony to die down. The speaker declares that a closed senate recount is to take place, an event signaled by the speaker declaring a temporary recess of the senate to outsiders.
Both Trevor and Lord Remilliard rejoice, shake hands, and hug, as the senate chamber explodes with celebration over the successful vote.
Lady Martella Lotheed summons you one final time. The meeting takes place in the same section of the gallery where you last met her.
”Congratulations on all of your successes tonight. Tychus, every message was delivered on time. Icabhod, your deduction of the two senators’ positions was spot on. Trevor, the scandal you created around Earl Venisant was brilliant. Xallis, solidifying relationships with Baron Okerra will benefit both you and I in or future endeavors. Henrika, spoiling that wine was the highlight of the night. And Liraela, the High Strategos is definitely up to something; thank you for keeping an eye on him."
"As promised, since you completed all of your tasks without my help, I will double each of your payments to 300 gold a piece for extraordinary service to be paid after the festivities.”
After the last meeting with Lady Martella, Trevor rejoins the jubilant and hopeful aura of the Observation desk.
Trevor, mindful of his last discussion with Marquess Descamps, seeks out to find Lady Glorianna and to offer his congratulations.
Liraela attends the vote quietly and claps politely afterwards, not wanting to attract any undue attention to herself.
"Wonderfully done. Hope there aren't any unintended consequences to this day." she says, whispering under her breath.
At the meeting with their patron, she stands off to one side, clearly not interested in talking too much. Enough of that for one day, she supposed.
"Wonderful, I look forward to receiving it." she says regarding the payment. "This has been a delightfully entertaining evening, by the by. I have thoroughly enjoyed this entire event." she finishes, waving her hand at all the activities.
"Let's hope the rest of the evening goes as smoothly as the previous parts, shall we?"
Icabhod is tense as the votes come in and when the repeal passes, he exhales and claps politely along with his group. No doubt there will be plenty of back room dealings with people trying to either undermine Eutropia or curry favor with her. Why there might even be cigars and brandy involved!
No doubt I will find myself to be very busy. He mused as he headed back to Eutropia.
My congratulations, may further difficulties be slight. Icabhod nods his head.
It is everything Henrika can do to keep from crying out in excitement and triumph when the results of the vote are announced. She is friendly with Kalbio and she shakes his hand warmly. "Congratulations again on your elevation. I am glad we could meet and get to know each other better at this momentous party, and I look forward to watching your future career as an aristocrat."
During the meeting with Lady Martella, she grins broadly the whole time. The extra money will be nice, and I will certainly spread the wealth around, she resolves, thinking of Bardolf and her other friends at the Lion's Head tavern. But the real treasure will be the look on my uncle's face when he realizes that he cannot inherit my estate without killing me. She ponders whether or not she should challenge him to a formal duel when she gets home.
After the last meeting with Lady Martella, Trevor rejoins the jubilant and hopeful aura of the Observation desk.
Trevor, mindful of his last discussion with Marquess Descamps, seeks out to find Lady Glorianna and to offer his congratulations.
Lady Morilla bounces joyfully. In her jubilation, she embraces Trevor in a hug. "We did it! We've made history." She senses the change in Trevor's demeanor. "Don't mind Charlotte. She's...mostly bark."
But the real treasure will be the look on my uncle's face when he realizes that he cannot inherit my estate without killing me. She ponders whether or not she should challenge him to a formal duel when she gets home.
Trevor laughs along with Lady Morilla, the spirit of Elysium permating the room. The cleric offers a handshake to Marquess Descamps. "Congratulations."
The Kastner noble takes this opportunity to congratulate the other ladies in attendance. Trevor walks us respectfully to Viscountess Nicodemis to introduce himself.
The Kastner noble takes this opportunity to congratulate the other ladies in attendance. Trevor walks us respectfully to Viscountess Nicodemis to introduce himself.
The cleric continues to mingle with Lady Glorianna and Marquess Descamps.
Hundreds of dignitaries, senators, and visitors cram onto the senate floor. A dozen hulking members of the Ulfen Guard, personal bodyguards of the grand prince, stand arrayed around a podium atop the central, circular stage of the chamber. A mix of senatorial staffers and Ulfen Guard assign people to positions within the chamber based on rank and influence, placing you toward the outer wall of the room, well over 80 feet away from the grand prince’s podium. Martella Lotheed stands 20 feet closer, while Princess Eutropia and several prominent nobles stand at the podium’s edge.
Grand Prince Stavian III ascends to the tall stage that overlooks the hall from its center. He raises a single hand to calm the murmurs of the assembled crowd. A member of the prince’s Ulfen Guard escorts a thrilled-looking man in noble attire—the soon-to-be elevated commoner, Kalbio—to stand several paces behind the prince.
“Quite the assembly we have here today,” the grand prince says. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the senate building packed so full; especially not for any of my previous speeches. Even my lovely daughter, now a woman, sits among the players of Oppara’s greatest game. Of course, none of you are here for me. No, today is about something else entirely. Today is about elevation. It is no secret that today is about exalting others to a new status in life.”
“I’m sure many of you have had the opportunity to meet Kalbio here. He is a man of the people, elevated at the urging of all the ladies, lords, senators, and aides present in this chamber. I think we should all give him a rousing applause, to commemorate this momentous change in his life.”
The room erupts into cheers as Stavian pauses in his proclamation. The grand prince of Taldor smiles widely as he takes in the adulation of the crowd.
As the applause abates, a hulking Ulfen Guard pushes Kalbio forward, almost knocking the commoner down as he awkwardly regains his balance beside Grand Prince Stavian. The leader of Taldor maintains his calm, placing a hand on Kalbio’s shoulder without ever taking his eyes off the crowd.
“I understand your parents sacrificed everything to help you reach this day, my boy. Saving up for your apprenticeship and the tools you needed to achieve greatness. And today you are a grateful son, no doubt making them proud. I too understand what it is to sacrifice; I have given so much for the people of this nation: a brother, a son, a lifetime of service. Even my own daughter’s loyalty.” He pauses, licking his lips and pulling the awkward Kalbio closer to his side. “But unlike you, Lord Kalbio, these Taldans—my children, truly—are not grateful. They scheme and plot, dream of hanging their dutiful father and placing a woman—a WOMAN, sir!—on the Lion Throne! And they have seen fit this very day to induct you into their conspiratorial ranks. And that is why here, now, you, Lord Kalbio, will be the first among them to DIE.”
And with that, the Emperor of Taldor plunges a jeweled dagger between the ribs of the astonished man in his clutches.
While Stavian’s accusations stun the crowd, Kalbio’s blood showers the front row of the senate floor. Kalbio mouths “Ma...ma...pa...” before he collapses to the stage in a heap. A red-stained Princess Eutropia defiantly stands among the nobility, starring up at her father in disbelief. Casting aside cloaks to reveal armor and blades, the unidentified soldiers in the chamber already begin moving to cut down the attending masses in a wholesale slaughter. A total of 50 armed soldiers surround the room.
After a moment’s confusion from most of the Ulfen Guard, the viking warriors attempt to close ranks around their emperor, cutting down anyone—black-clad warrior and panicked senator alike—who approaches. Masked soldiers guard the doors and make wide-arc slashes with their swords to keep the crowds at bay. Within mere seconds, the senate floor becomes a killing field, as Stavian III looks around in deranged wonder at the butchery he has ordered.
As the conflict escalates, other members of the crowd pull hidden weapons from their clothing and engage the Stavian agents. These are members of Taldor’s famed Lion Blades, a secret society dedicated to protecting Taldor and her people from interference by foreign powers—even those hired by the emperor himself. You recognize Kathann Zalar, the helpful guard who inspected you upon entry to the gala, as she leaps into combat, shouting, “Lion Blades! To your duties! Defend the senate! Defend Taldor!” Even Martella Lotheed and Princess Eutropia draw their weapons to fight back against the assassins.
An unknown servant shouts from the balcony above. ”Tychus! Take this!” He drops a wrapped bundle containing Tychus’ crossbow and a quiver of bolts that land in Tychus’ outstretched arms. A moment later, a masked agent slashes the servant across the back. The servant falls forward, tumbles over the railing, and splatters onto the marble senate floor.
You turn towards the exit to see a single masked Stavian agent wading through the crowd to kill you.
Round 1
Initiative
20 – Tychus
20 – Liraela
18 – Stavian Agent
18 – Xallis
16 – Icabhod
15 – Henrika
12 – Trevor
Tychus and Liraela act first.
Xallis closes his eyes and takes in the moment, savoring this victory. "Future scholars will read about this." he says to his companions. "They'll read third-hand papers from second-hand reports, wondering what the moment was like. But we are privileged enough to have a front row to watch history in the making. Take it in; I doubt you'll experience another moment like this in your lifetime."
"Let's hope the rest of the evening goes as smoothly as the previous parts, shall we?"
"Did you hear that crowd? Practically split down the middle over this. I'm sure someone will be heated enough to do something stupid."
Navia chuckles and curls her talons, gently clicking them against the floor. "I wouldn't mind more fun backrooms."
Liraela watches the ongoings with pride at her new friend's ascension, which quickly turns to hate and anger as she watches him be murdered in front of her.
"That was the incorrect move, Stavian." she says, her voice cold. "In the name of the Karmic Pillar, I will ensure this treachery does not go unpunished." with that, she makes a strange hand gesture taught to her by the naga she was raised by.
"I suppose we've reached the 'by any means necessary' stage of the evening?" she says, pulling her newly acquired dagger and moving to strike.
"Die, traitor!"
Tychus watches, stony-faced, as the proceedings turn to chaos. A hint of his internal outrage can be gleaned from the slight furrowing of his brow and the intensity of his gaze.
He catches his crossbow, thrown to him from one of his reformist allies, and as his ally's body plunges to the ground, he gives the slightest of pause as he processes the death.
With his determination to see the situation rectified bolstered, he gives his crossbow's casing a familiar slap, double-checking that it is snuggly fitted into it's slot. He slides off to the side, near the wall, to ensure he has a clear shot, and whip's up his crossbow, aiming squarely at the approaching figure.
With a pull of the trigger, he let's a bolt fly.
As soon as the bolt leaves the track, Tychus fluidly pulls a lever and a new bolt is chambered.
The crowd and general panic makes every space in the hall difficult terrain.
Tychus lines up a shot and while his aim is good, the bolt fails to pierce the faceless killer's full plate armor. The only sign that the agent notices the hit at all is that his head turns slightly in Tychus' direction.
A panicked young guest runs in front of the armored agent and with a muffled grunt the mercenary swings his heavy bastard sword in an arc decapitating the unfortunate woman. Her head soars through the air, mouth still agape from her final scream, and lands, bounces, and rolls up to Henrika's feet. Then the agent steps over the body and continues in an unerring path towards you.
When he moves within reach of Lireala, she stabs angrily with her dagger but that too is turned aside by the black steel of his armor.
Round 1
Initiative
20 – Tychus
20 – Liraela
18 – Stavian Agent
18 – Xallis
16 – Icabhod
15 – Henrika
12 – Trevor
Xallis, Icabhod, Henrika, and Trevor are up in Round 1.
Then also back to Tychus and Liraela in Round 2.
The room erupts into cheers as Stavian pauses in his proclamation. The grand prince of Taldor smiles widely as he takes in the adulation of the crowd.
The two are caught completely off guard by the sudden eruption of violence and death around them. Caught between his flight instinct, his fight instinct, and his utter disbelief, the summoner stares glass-eyed at situation.
A light slapping on the cheek from Navia snaps him out of it. 'Xallis! We've gotta get out of here!"
The eidolon moves to disable their assailant and clear an escape. Xallis, coming to his senses, waves a spell to surround the attacker's weapon in slippery grease.
When everything goes to the Abyss in a handbasket, Icabhod breaks out in a cold sweat. This was far more than just fisticuffs against thugs, this was open blades to the death! He cringed as a woman's head flew through the air and managed to get his riper out as the killer approached them, stepping forwards and striking out.
Icabhod almost drops his blade.
Round 1
The horrors Trevor can see are almost too much to bear. Sure, the cleric had fencing lessons,,but he's never been in actual combat, especially against such unrelenting cruelty.
Trevor, his eyes watering from nerves, touches his holy symbol as he casts bless over everyone not a masked Stavian agent within 50ft.
"PROTECT THE PRINCESS AT ALL COSTS!!" Trevor roared as he freed his rapier from the peace-binding.
Trevor tried to think of something to inspire others around him. Sadly, in the moment of truth, the only thing the caydenite could muster where some words or curse he'd learnt as a bartender throughout Oppara.
Round 1
Xallis coats the agent's weapon in a slippery grease and miraculously the weapon slips from his grip to clatter onto the ground.
Navia strikes with her talon and the fighter bashes away her limb with a steel shield.
Icabhod attempts to hit the enemy but perhaps out of cold fear his rapier stabs only the air.
Round 1
Initiative
15 – Henrika
Round 2
Initiative
20 – Tychus (Bless)
20 – Liraela (Bless)
18 – Stavian Agent
18 – Xallis (Bless)
18 – Navia (Bless)
16 – Icabhod (Bless)
15 – Henrika (Bless)
12 – Trevor (Bless)
Spells: Bless (10 rds.)
Henrika, Tychus and Liraela are up.
Round 1
Henrika almost growls with anger and once again draws her longsword. She moves towards their assailant, eyeing him as she approaches.
Grumbling in frustration, Tychus lines up another shot onto the mysterious figure.
Round 1
If she’s within 30’ of him she will activate her hypnotic stare as a swift action. I think it’s a move action to draw her sword because her BAB is still +0, so she will have to use her standard to move.
With the blessing of Cayden Cailean, Tychus finds a weak spot in the mercenary’s armor. The trained killer takes the wound with little more than a pained grunt.
Liraela crouches low and digs her dagger into the back of the man’s knee causing him to stumble and falter.
The Stavian agent swivels to face Liraela. Undeterred by the loss of his sword, the mercenary raises a gore-soaked fist and begins to swing in a punch that would cave in Liraela’s head, but as he does so, there is a blinding flash of light, and when it fades, only blackness and the smell of cold earth remain.
The senate aide badges worn by each of you held secret magical fail-safes, intended to activate in the event of any violence within the halls of the senate, which transported you from a scene of pure chaos to one of darkness and silence.
When you arrive, wherever you are, the room is pitch-black and musty.
With their darkvision, Trevor and Navia can see okay in black-and-white shades. The rest of you will need to activate a light source to see.
Faded wallpaper lines the walls of this thirty-five-foot-by-thirty-five-foot room, peeling up at the seams. Six beds line the western wall, each pristinely made but caked in a thick layer of dust. Eight closed wooden lockers line the northeastern corner of the room. Two doors exit the room: one to the north and one to the east.
While you are still disoriented, you receive a telepathic message from Martella.
“Where did you go?! I just saw you and several others in the senate vanish into thin air!”
The senate aide badges worn by each of you held secret magical fail-safes, intended to activate in the event of any violence within the halls of the senate, which transported you from a scene of pure chaos to one of darkness and silence.
When you arrive, wherever you are, the room is pitch-black and musty.
With their darkvision, Trevor and Navia can see okay in black-and-white shades. The rest of you will need to activate a light source to see.
Trevor gasps as he's teleported to darkness. His outsider eyes click in, allowing him to see the room and black and white. The aasimar checks his pockets, relieved for a moment he still has his 'lucky' ioun torch. Trevor reaches out and forces it into Henrika's hand.
"Henrika. It's me, Trevor. That's my ioun torch. Use it." Trevor also tell the mesmerist the magic words to activate it.
Icabhod feels the world tun upside down after the armored person raises a fist to strike and then he feels the hard floor under his back and pitch blackness. He lays there stunned until Martella's voice rings in his head.
I don't know! It is pitch black here.
"Well this is quite unpleasant." Liraela says simply, glad to have the light that pops up when the magic torch is lit.
Replying to Martella, she explains as tersely as she can, to meet the message's requirement.
"Magical teleportation to a strange bed room. Room is old, there's dust. Lockers, maybe a servant area?"
You are confident that Martella received your response but she does not send another message at this time.
The ioun torch illuminates the room enough for you all to see well enough now.
Faded wallpaper lines the walls of this thirty-five-foot-by-thirty-five-foot room, peeling up at the seams. Six beds line the western wall, each pristinely made but caked in a thick layer of dust. Eight closed wooden lockers line the northeastern corner of the room. Two doors exit the room: one to the north and one to the east.
In addition, there is a small bathroom in the corner and a panel of brass and green glass on one wall.
Henrika frowns. "Well, this mislikes me," she says, her tone weighted down with heavy understatement. "Can we assume we are still somewhere in the senate building? I suppose in light of recent events the ban on using magic has been lifted. Perhaps these lockers have a clue about where we are." She casts a spell on herself and begins rifling through them, casting more spells to open each one after looking it over briefly to confirm there are no locks or traps.