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Ah well, what can you do? Hope all is well with the GM but I'd say this one is done.
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I would like to take the action I took @ the Gala which was premature, I'll re-post.
Gen wears a dress whose colors match those of the Taldoran flag. It is conservative in that it does not reveal bosom but quite tight in that it shows she has curve sin all the right places. Upon her finger is the same exquisite electrum ring, the pearls are around her neck and this time a diamond bracelet around the wrist opposite from the ring finger. The badge from Lady Martella completes her outfit. Upon her head is a wig in an updo of a color lighter than her normal hair, stark platinum blonde. Her make-up is dark in colors around her eyes giving her a mysterious smoky eyed look. --- As the team breaks off into groups to handle their appointed tasks, Gen seeks out an area of the Gala where Baron Nicolaus Okerra is located (or at least where those who might serve with or for him are located). She begins by working the crowd in praising the record of the Taldoran military, especially the accomplishments of one Baron Nicolaus Okerra, she tries to make sure her back is to him and close enough that she cannot see him and that he overhears her singing his praises. She wants him to notice her and approach, not the other way around. She also wants to make it seem incidental that she mentioned him by name not that she called him out because he was nearby. She lifts her glass and makes a toast, "To the heroes of Taldor, the men and women, but especially men, who shed their blood for our great nation to stand for a millennia. May it stand for another millennia and a thousand after that. Indeed, it is men, great men like Baron Okerra whose bravery and honor do us in the present day honor and so too do his works honor our ancestors. Both those remembered in songs and forgotten in the mists of the past".
Gen steps into the tent breezily without a care in the world. DM: Her smoke pellet is in her undergarments right below her left breast, around where modern women usually hold their cell phones :-)
"Of course, trouble is my middle and last name", Gen follows behind Kunala.
I took 1 smoke pellet.
Gen will dance and allow Kunala to lead making each other look good in the process!
"This need not be a terrible time, someone hum a tune, we can dance right from here to the front door. The celebration is in all of Oppara tonight! Not just within the building itself"
DM: Sorry once more for jumping the gun but at least you've got may action and my roll when we enter the building!
Gen will take one of the smoke pellets.
Gen is loud and fun, cracking jokes of a sexual and non-sexual nature. It seems the places they go all of the girls working the boutiques know her as she has a story to relate to each one and a story to share about each one. She is certainly fun but a bit manic as well, she never throws any sort of wild tantrum but she is brash and you could see her being exhausting to be with day in and day out. How she gets along as a bureaucrat is perhaps the biggest mystery about her! ---
Gen wears a dress similar in style to the one worn at the group's last meeting but this time the colors match those of the Taldoran flag. It is conservative isn that it does not reveal bosom but quite tight in that it shows she has curve sin all the right places. Upon her finger is the same exquisite electrum ring, the pearls are around her neck and this time a diamond bracelet around the wrist opposite from the ring finger. Upon her head is a wig in an updo of a color lighter than her normal hair, stark platinum blonde. Her make-up is dark in colors around her eyes giving her a mysterious smoky eyed look. "Of course Lady Martella, we will only bother you with the most important of news such as the best cheese at the table or the most handsome serving lad", she giggles and pins the badge on her chest. --- As the team breaks off into groups to handle their appointed tasks, Gen seeks out an area of the Gala where Baron Nicolaus Okerra is located. She begins by working the crowd in praising the record of the Taldoran military, especially the accomplishments of one Baron Nicolaus Okerra, she tries to make sure her back is to him and close enough that she cannot see him and that he overhears her singing his praises. She wants him to notice her and approach, not the other way around. She also wants to make it seem incidental that she mentioned him by name not that she called him out because he was nearby. She lifts her glass and makes a toast, "To the heroes of Taldor, the men and women, but especially men, who shed their blood for our great nation to stand for a millennia. May it stand for another millennia and a thousand after that. Indeed, it is men, great men like Baron Okerra whose bravery and honor do us in the present day honor and so too do his works honor our ancestors. Both those remembered in songs and forgotten in the mists of the past".
Gen smiles at Kunala, "Certainly! Light as I may be you lifted me in the air with ease in Courtly dances, I am sure such strength can be used to carry a few wigs". She giggles as she pours herself another wine. She then proceeds to listen to Indir's tale. --- "Oh my goodness how terrible for you Indir but how exciting as well! There is nothing quite like living on the edge. Your perseverance has paid off, perhaps if we are victorious the rewards will be so great that you can return to your homeland once more". She takes another drink and speaks in tongues, "Slabí zahynú a silní prežijú, taká je cesta vesmíru". If You Speak Abyssal:
"The weak will perish and the strong survive, such is the way of the universe". "Hmmm, I think I've had enough".
"That would be wonderful! Could we go today? I will be working tomorrow." "Absolutely, I'll need to work as well, the soul crushing wheels of the bureaucracy rarely cease even at this time of celebration".
Gen looks at Amandine, "A wig? Why I don't see why not, we can shop together, we can both wear wigs! We'll start a new fashion trend! Now I've three reasons to be excited for the Gala!"
GM Tallgrass:
Gen giggles, "Oh I'm sure everything will go just fine, when don't things work out? This is Taldor, the righteous always win out in the end, it's not like we are living in Cheliax, I mean what a night mare that would be right?" Gen stands to give Lady Martella a proper standoff and then takes her seat once more, if only to finish her drink. The conversation continues and Gen responds to the comments, "Trudeau, what else besides looks and charm even matters? War is nothing more than the failure of diplomacy so without looks and charm I suppose you'd best have a powerful sword stroke or powerful magic or the Gods on your side, having all three would be best I'd think. Lucius of House Praetor, I am Genevieve Ree of House Merosett, pleased to make your acquaintance". . She turns her gaze to Indir, "Indir Ar'Dayne, you are Katapeshi yes? Tell us how you arrived here and came to be in our company, I am sure it is a fascinating tale".
I think our currently listed lineup for tasks is pretty good. Let's do an initial pass through completing them and then we'll have the people who succeed at their's go and help the people who didn't. +1!
The mission Gen volunteered for us the only one she may be successful at but she'll do any of them :-)
Gen smiles sweetly at the final two arrivals Lady Martella moves so quickly into business she's no time for chit-chat and so skips it, Plenty of time later for that I am sure. "Oh Lady Martella wavering loyalty? A terrible thing. I've a few tricks up my sleeve. I can certainly deal with the Senator and ensure he stays right where we want him, with us".
Gen winks at Amandine and mouths "You're welcome". "So it is just the four of us then? I will indeed take a honey ale Lady Martella, as one of my old boyfriends used to say, when in the Mwangi Expanse do as the Mwangi do. He was a Pathfinder, he was late all the time as well. Slow too, poison arrows on his next trip to the Mwangi brought him low", she sighs dreamily, you cannot be sure if it is that she misses him or wished she could have made the trip herself despite the obviously awful outcome.
As the others gather at the table, Gen in her sky blue silk dress approaches, she has her hair down for the event, normally she would have it up but well, she just didn't feel like it tonight. For a night of intrigue she should not look like her normal self, at least, that's what she thinks. "Kunala, Amandine, a pleasure to see you both". She smiles at Trudeau, "I am afraid I ave never had the pleasure of your company before", she states before eyeing Lady Martella Lotheed. She approaches her with a soft touch hug and a light kiss on both cheeks, "My Lady, thank you so very much for your invitation. It has been too long". Gen takes a seat at the table next to Amandine.
Genevieve arrives at the tavern exactly on time. While the offer of borrowed clothing is tempting, it would not due for a Noblewoman such as herself to be seen in anything as threadbare as an outfit worth less than 100 gold! Gen sighs as she looks upon the tavern, she feels naked these days without lugging her spellbook everywhere she goes the smell of components for spells has been washed away leaving her smelling of lavender and lilac instead. The spells in her memory, no she is a wizard not a sorcerer thank you very much, are jumbled as always. No doubt if she were forced to cast the magic released would be the same that is always released. These duties of her House are what have prevented her from improving in her arcane studies she knows it and she suspects her parents are quite happy about that. Just the thought of it makes her pout. Up her thigh is her favorite dagger, one with no crest to readily identify her or her family in case it must be utilized and left behind, one simply does not walk the streets completely unguarded with this many strangers in town and bringing her own House guards on a "secret" mission would make her attempts at discretion not at all discreet. She wears her mother's best pearls and her own electrum ring with words of power written in Abyssal, a language she has taken a liking to, perhaps because it scandalizes her religious parents so! She smooths out her face and puts on a winning smile entering the tavern and looks around to ensure that no one followed her. Though she maybe should of thought of that several blocks ago...
Shrugging and seeing no one, Gen enters. This will either be the start of a new opportunity or simply one wonderful night but at least it will be better than the monotony of the daily bureaucracy, Brigh knows she would prefer anything to that, well, almost.
Gen is ready to go. Amadine, I adjusted my background to include our tie in.
Yes, good luck to all applicants, this one has pretty stiff competition!
Storyteller Shadow submission complete! Background: Genevieve Ree was born in 4689 AR in the town of Ravengro. The only child of a family several generations removed from any claim at Aristocracy. The last vestiges of wealth are land holdings that Ree’s father had to work practically by himself as the birth of his first, and only child, Genevieve for some reason left his wife barren.
Life was normal for Genevieve, hard but normal in the dark lands of Ustalav. At least until Genevieve reached puberty. Then the things started happening. Objects moving of their own volition. Strange phantoms appearing and causing damage to the house and lands. Matter converging on visitors to the house! The Ree’s were at their wits end until they realized that these manifestations would take place whenever Genevieve was near. They thought the worst, their own little girl was the subject of some sort of evil spirit! They turned to the Church of Pharasma for an exorcism which the Clerics deemed “satisfactory”. Still the events kept taking place. By the time Genevieve was 15, the Ree’s were ready to give her to an orphanage that could better care for her and deal with whatever was afflicting her when it was suggested that the family visit Professor Petros Lorrimor. Wanting to hold on to their only child they agreed. Genevieve was sent to the Professor at the University of Lepidstadt. He worked with Genevieve for only a week until he understood the nature of her affliction. She was not possessed by a spirit or a demon but the recipient of strange powers of the mind. The circumstances that took place around Genevieve were as a result of her own limited understanding of the world. Though intelligent, Genevieve had a limited understanding of the world and as a result lashed out at those things that gave her cause of concern or fright. The Professor worked with Genevieve so that she could control her powers and better interact with the world as well as her own fears. By the time her University was at an end, she was given a scholarship to study there once she came of age because she was so gifted. The Ree’s were relieved to have their daughter back but also happy that she would be away for University as they feared what the locals would think once they knew that not demons or spirits but Genevieve herself was responsible for the odd things that took place on their farm. At the age of 18, Genevieve started at the University studying Science and minoring in the powers that she had developed naturally so that the understanding of her own nature could blossom. Genevieve has a thesis related to the interaction of her own powers as “science” and NOT magic based, which if she is right could be a major finding! Genevieve kept up a correspondence with the Professor for the last several years while at the University. She has not seen him in some time and now that she is about to graduate does plan to visit him soon to thank him for what he did for her.
Storyteller Shadows Submission - still under construction.
Genevieve mutters a magical incantation and streaks of light pour forth from her hands slamming into the creature. Magic Missile
Genevieve steps into the room, "What in the name of the Gods is that thing?" She positions herself at a40 degree angle readying a spell.
Initiative
Gen sighs and mutters under her breath, "Just get on with it already". |