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Carnadine finally recovers from his oneness. He shakes his head aggravated at himself for being weak. Memories of corporeal punishment flash before his eyes and emotions at the thoughts of weakness pass. He glances around the table looking to determine what's currently happening and what he missed. He tentatively eats and drinks what the hunters and rangers do attempting to join their troop at least for the evening. He swishes the fire wine in his mouth before swallowing. With a grin that tasted of home.
"Wow. Food. This is so delicious." Carnadine contemplates how everything he is eating is connected to each other.
"We're all brothers." Carnadine says to the table with a dippy smile on his face and tears streaming down his face. Everything was so beautiful and perfect. He had had brothers, but not brothers.
Carnadine drinks the toast in unison with those at his table.
"Hail to the King," Carnadine repeats nodding to the table and drinks. Then, puts his empty glass tankard down carefully with a warm smile.
To try to fit among the hunters and rangers, Carnadine chooses the most popular selection at his table to drink.
Oh I thought we had to order. Carn would eat or at least try whatever the majority else does.
No. What I tried to write was if the majority of the table picked A, then Carn would have picked A. He tried to do the same as everyone. So, if the table picked every soup he’d go along too. I’m good with whichever. Cheers
Was Carnadine able to avoid the -1 using his strategy of ordering what everyone else ordered? thanks
Carnadine watches the others of his table select soups. If there is one clear favorite, he will choose the same. Otherwise, snowflake soup sounds harmless. To the table, he offers, "Hunting is very poor? Around the palace, or somewhere else? My companions and I found, killed, and brought into the palace a peryton. Within walking distance from the walls. Maybe that was what thinning out the game?" The noble dhampir attempts to ingratiate himself with his new crew, but he only managed to effectively call them incompetent. This would be a long evening.
Afterwards, the knight captain incorporeal speaks individually with the hunter on his left and the ranger on his right attempting to learn something of the area by starting them on their favorite topic, themselves. He asks both, "You strike me as a hunter or ranger. Tell me about yourself."
Thanks Kjeta.
Carnadine accepts his lot with dignity nodding to his companions for luck. The Thorsdottir could claim him as her companion, but he doubts she would think of it or offer.
The knight captain incorporeal looks for the bar or servant for a drink and deliberately tours the available chambers for an interesting table and open seat.
"I don't think that the Black Prince is necessarily engaged. There are several suitors." Carnadine replies.
Carnadine replied to Lexi, "When you say a someone who had control over insects, are you speaking of the demon lord of roaches? Is your decision up for discussion? Because if I may, the ambitions of the demon lord of roaches should be opposed. He wants to get control of a portion of the Shadow Realm and Zobeck." "Someone is using this girl to marry the Black Prince, in order to get control over Zobeck. While I do not wish this girl harm, we need to oppose her marriage. And dead girls cannot marry." Carnadine offers some strategy wondering what kind of Lexi conversation that he will get and by extension, comments from the Lords of Light among them.
Carnadine felt naked. No armor. No shield. Naked. That was perfectly fine in some cases but NOT when stepping onto a battlefield. And, while his companions may not realize what this Festival is; it most certainly is not just a dance or court event. The knight captain incorporeal dressed immaculately. His outfit was cut to the latest fashion of the court. The crimson fabric beautifully luxurious with button-sized silver skulls of platinum thread repeating in grid. His platinum-threaded weapon's belt held the peace-bonded Balhiir of Spellfire. But what stood out the most from his outfit was a sable cuff on his left bicep emblazoned with the heraldry of Rivenwood to signify the mourning of his squire and to all that he will not forget. He replied to the herald, as he had done countless times before, "Carnadine of Bruvik, Captain of Arms in the Order of Knights Incorporeal."
To remind us the rules of the festival, no armor, but weapons are fine. Or at least one sword? Helm of Comprehend Languages? Or is that too weird? thanks
Can't Locate Object on the dragon hoard beforehand? So, we may have a suspect and a clue? Speak with Dead on Deimus's memory tracks? cheers
The clerics can Locate Object on the part of the dragon hoard that Carn gave Scutarius.
Ah good. Anything would be great. Maybe she might want to guide us.
Carnadine turns toward the Alemaiden and whispers his reply, "The Zobecker is no ally of ours. They want to marry a daughter to the Black Prince to secure their control of Zobeck. And, I thought the kids were a dowry of sorts." "Do you want to try to make it to he morgue and speak to Deimus and Scutarius?"
Carnadine perks up when the Alemaiden speaks of Elegyn and thinks, who cares about goblins or kids, besides the Alemaiden? But, to sabotage the Zobecker elite would be something. Standing on the other side of the Alemaiden from the goblin, the noble dhampir whispers, "can she describe the "Do you think she would know where the morgue is?"
When are WE (clerics with Speak with Dead & Locate Object) making a mission to the morgue?
Carnadine lets the Alemaiden deal with the goblin-child. The noble dhampir who once was a squire and no stranger to kitchens looks around for clues, or at least to kill some time until the Alemaiden can Speak with Scutarius and Deimus.
So Sarastra, the goddess of night, magic, and shadow is the ruler here at the Shadow Court. The Moonlit King must be the duped and transformed Holly King brought here to be Her pet king. However, it is from the Moonlit King who rules Zobeck, hence the Earl of Zobeck. Carnadine wonders if this Chorvodni still serves its mistress here at court. And, why would the Goddess permit the Moonlit King to be corrupted again by this Roach demon lord? She should know of the king's disease. If he is foolish enough to be corrupted by the demon, then the king deserves his fate and a stronger king would prevail. If She knows, then She not only does not fear the Roach lord but intends to extend Her demesne to the Roach Lord's. If She does NOT know about the Roach Lord's ambition and progress, then perhaps that is a card to play. And this Sword of Light, the knight captain incorporeal wonders if it is still in play. Maybe the Lords of Light would know, being the experts of Light. If he was the demon lord of roaches, the noble dhampir would use the common cockroach that lives everywhere as a scout. Information is power. The cockroaches probably don't have the demon's essence within, but they probably deliver what they sense and touch. He wonders where they are going. After a cockroach enters the crack in the wall, Carnadine investigates it for a secret passage. But he times himself to return to the tomes before another reconroach arrives in the hall.
Waiting his turn and surveying the inventory and latest fashions within the tailor's shop, Carnadine settles on paying with a memory. One that the devil should enjoy. One that had been itching in the back of his head for some time. When the pastry is produced, he transfers the following memory: Carnadine was fifteen and squire to a lord-knight-general in his sire's court. They had spent the summer mostly at court hunting the grounds and the castle. He had spied a new girl at court in the spring. She was a lady's servant, but one displayed. She was a few years older and beautiful, allowed to be seen like jewel, Alicja. Her face body floated into focus. Delicate features, hair like spun gold, character of steel: cold and strong. That was the itch. She and Raseri could be twins! They flirted all summer from afar. About their chores. Across ball rooms. They stared and longed. Distracted from their duties, but not too distracted. Then, the season was over. She would depart with her lady on the morrow, so they managed to meet. In his lord's room where he slept at the foot of the bed, while his lord had a private engagement with his sire. It wasn't his first, but it was the first that meant something. They were slow and curious. Speeding with the passions. It was too good to be true. Then, he realized what was happening. The itch in the back of his head was magical surveillance. He was certain of being watched. Watched by his sire and whomever he granted the privilege. Like a candle being extinguished, he knew what had to be done. Some soldiers kill a dog upon command after raising it from a puppy to show their conviction and obedience. Noble dhampirs were different.
Carnadine finds a new sanctum and solace in familiar decorations. He studies and savors the stories in the tomes matching them with the banners. He tries to put together the drama of court from the tomes. Who were the Rorens? The Rivenwoods? Who held sway and lost? Who entered and triumphed from nothing but deeds? What was the true story of Zobeck? Was his sire mentioned?
1. I'm good with using a memory to get great threads. You only have once to make a great first impression 2. No idea. Thought we were going to do that together 4. Just thought that the cleric's could mem Locate Object too and search for the 1,000 gp of former dragon hoard that Carnadine gave Scutarius
After you do rest though, there is only 2 days until the Swan Festival. Anything else you would like to do? 1. Carnadine needs new threads - Is it worth joining the Grey ladies? 2. Speak with the Dead3. Visit the Hall of Banners to learn the heraldry for the Swan Festival 4. Hunt down and take sweet revenge for the deaths of Deimus and Scutarius cheers
"Well, I do need to bathe this evening." Carnadine rebuts with a potential invitation without missing a step. Is he doing this for his practice or to aggravate the Thorsdottir? Hard to tell. But if this dance instructor can eliminate her meekness, it will be worth the crazy journey.
Carnadine takes the opportunity to hone his dancing skills, which is similar to fighting just on different battlefields. It also allows him to recover from the crazy of the journey to the dance instructor.
Who is this Vale guy? Sorry, a bit lost at the moment.
"Where will the bodies be taken after you're done? We would want a ceremony to celebrate their lives? How can we arrange that?" "Where can we find this Hallowgrin?" Carnadine maintains his polite disposition with the trolls.
Carnadine tries to maintain his composure while he is completely out of element and reliant upon his companions.
"Banesniff, is it? Two questions for you: First, would you be questioning the deceased's souls? I believe divine magic can be used to Speak with Dead. And, a first hand account of their deaths would be useful." "Second, would you know who the holy symbol with an obsidian sword reveres? We're new here, and Scutarius would not discuss it." Carnadine asks with genuine curiosity.
"Information. I am new to the Shadow Court and wanted information about what's going on here and how the court is reacting to my arrival and that of my companions." Carnadine replies to the troll. "We are an embassy from Zobeck to the Shadow Court seeking an audience with its liege lords to resolve the lawlessness." "Should I take offense at your allegation against me? The only reason that I would seek Blackwood is to deliver my deepest sympathies and condolences. Their scion Scutarius demonstrated the epitome of chivalry and represented Blackwood well. His death must be mourned and his life celebrated. I would deliver that message in person if I knew any of House Rivenwood." Carnadine starts affronted and ends sorrowful. "Yes, Scutarius showed me to the shrine of the divine patron of my Order of Knights Incorporeal, Marena the Red Goddess of Winter, Lust, Sickness, and Death, the Blood Maiden, the Winter Maiden, Patron of the Greater Duchy of Morgau. I was looking for something familiar and celebrate my victory in battle. What are the laws around those shrines?" Carnadine asks with genuine curiosity.
"Scutarius was with me until late afternoon yesterday. He left our suite before supper. Deimus went for a walk about the same time." Carnadine tries to be concise and factual.
Just gotta say, Carnadine/Jubal continues to include many little RP details that delight me. I really like Carn. cheers
The leather of Carnadine's gauntlet squeals as his fist clenches in reaction, but his smile remains. "Yes, I would welcome making a statement and can provide details seeing them both alive yesterday." "It's a pleasure to meet you: Old Socket and Banesniff. I wish it was under better circumstances."
If it could be possible, the threat of death and violence clouded around Carnadine as he stalked toward the murder scene. The knight captain incorporeal takes a deep breath to gather his rage and temper before politely addressing the investigators, "Captain Imbemerethion of House Allois, I presume. I am Carnadine of Bruvik and can identify the two victims. The gearforged kobold is our companion from Zobeck Deimus. The other is my squire, Scutarius Thornwalker. We would volunteer to aid your investigation in any way."
Aren't those cyclopean beasts "protecting" the courtyard from the demon lord? And yes, Infinity is an awesome DM! Makes me want to be a better player
Carnadine's eyebrows almost hit his widow's peak when Kjeta and Hrungnir arrive with their halos and announcement. He shoots the rest of his wine glass and heads to the bar for something stiffer to regain his composure. "Congratulations to the two of you. Your halos definitely make you stand out even more than a dwarf at a fey court." "I suspected foul play of the Demon Lord of Roaches when we heard of his infestation of the court. Lexi, didn't you duel one? I suppose it's in their nature." "Yes, curing the king would score us points. And, it seems that Demon Lord has the same play as the Zobeck noble of marrying a fey royal. There are not that many royals. Hrungnir, your princess may have another suitor." "What else did you discover at the Lords of Light? Do you owe them any future actions?" The noble dhampir tries hard to ask those questions without concern in his voice.
Carnadine studies the invitation as if it was delicious, "Excellent. An official event. Even the Houndsman said that the Swan Festival was the event of the season. We need outfits and potentially companions. Decisions. Decisions. Where's Scutarius when you need him?"
Carnadine is lost and completely out of his element. He thinks he would rather meet the lord of light than be stuck in this puzzle box room. He sticks close to the Alemaiden, ostensibly to protect her from harm. But in reality, to guide him out of this fey hell.
Considering what Carnadine doesn't know yet, and may not know if the LOL crew don't tell him, the Demon Lord seems to want to usurp the Shadow Court. That can't be good. Have we met the Moonlit Glade? Don't remember them. How many Ravens are there? Enough for an army? Are there any Thornwalker's at Court? Probably not in the Mod, but they can't be happy with Scutarius's death. cheers
Yeah. The Lords of Light are definitively not a Carnadine friendly faction. Any other factions that might fit Carnadine's morals and ambitions? cheers
I'm so glad Carn did not go to meet the Solar. Wouldn't have moved passed the first question... ;D cheers
Carnadine was concerned when Deimus did not return for the evening. It was not like him at all. The gearforged was always concerned about his new clutch and demonstrated bravery in the face of certain doom to earn the ghost knight's deep respect. He heeded the advice to not explore the palace at night. It had not proved to be dangerous, especially those silly goblin monoliths. When the dawn broke such at it is transforming the star-pierced, black curtuin into a gray shroud, the knight captain incorporeal left their suite armed for war to search for his missing companion.
Now, this is the court that I had expected.
Carn is waiting for the return of Scutarius's mission of information.
Together with anyone who cares to join her, Kjeta makes her way to the tower of the Lord of Light's followers. Carnadine conspicuously and politely begs his leave of you for this journey and stays in the suite. His excuse is attuning to his new magic sword that he needs to study more before he relies on it in melee.
We'll see. We've another level before Carnadine stops needing to eat or drink, so we can cross that bridge when we get to it. Whatever the GM rules. And likewise for me about your character. I enjoy reading about Raseri, but I could never write and invent that much drama for one of my characters. cheers |