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Everyone Intelligence+Politics DC 7: Since receiving the invite whether speaking with someone you know before leaving, someone on the road, one of the drivers on your trip here, or simply because you are in the know; you are aware that this Earl or Lord Giovanni is NOT married. He is known locally as the new landlord but in Italy as a shrewd businessman specializing in funeral services while the family generally has some trade ties around the west and the east as many Venetian families do.
Wilhelm von Stolber:
The one not holding "I am afraid Herr von Stolber that you cannot find succor here, the nearby Inn is holding a gathering for friends and allies of our Lord and..."
The man with the Lantern clears his throat and moves his horse closer to the other to speak... the man without the lantern nods in response to what was said. After their very brief statement the man with the lantern states, "It is your lucky night sir. My Lord is in need of some spices for his dinner party tomorrow evening. Our Captain may wish to procure some of your spices. We shall accompany you to the Inn, the Red Lamb. There you can stay in the common room as I fear all of the rooms are spoken for. Do you find these terms acceptable?"
Perception DC 8 - 1 Success: "Did you forget? Sir Lothar said he needed one more, he didn't say who or from where, no doubt a spice trader would be a fine addition..."
[dice=Intelligence + Theology Diff 8]3d10 + 1d10 FUN!
the Red Lamb Inn Sigismund continues to dole out the delicious soup as the chatter in the room continues.
ST Shadow ONLY:
Knowledge Theology DC 7 - 1 Success - Nameless Man ------- Sibylla & Zuana Jan chuckles at Sibylla's apology on behalf of Karl, "I am a dead man walking Karl, my foes have not vanquished me yet nor shall you! God's angels walk beside me in my hour of greatest need. Tis true tis true. It's no mere accident that my head is still my head, divine intervention saved me and continues to do so. I have been gathering strength and now, now is the time that all I have built comes to fruition. Perhaps you shall all bear witness to this, be rewarded for it if you assist me! At least, I assume that is what this Earl Giovanni wishes to meet with me for, if not this then what else could it be?" Zuana's Empathy Check:
Jan appears rather hostile towards Sibylla, it's unlikely her man Karl's statement that would have prompted the reaction. Perhaps something in his background or he knows her from somewhere? ------- Prospero "Aye Prospero, quite right indeed. Are you then a medical doctor? While I have not peered into your own tomes it would seem a logical conclusion based upon your reverence for those who heal". ------- Marcel "She is lovely indeed Marcel", he gives her a stiff bow. "So if Herr Želivský is here to finalize an agreement with Lord Claudius, it begs the question why invite so many of us to that same meeting? What he seeks threatens to upend once more all of the Kingdom of Bohemia in a war that ended several years ago now..." ------- Enzo The old beggar woman accepts the coin and quickly slips it into her pocket, grinning a toothless grin, "May all the Gods love ye Master Querini and yer companion Leonardo. I like your native language, less rough than the local dialect". She reaches into a satchel at her feet and hands you what appear to be rather fresh wildflowers. ------- Constancia Jakob remains silent. Constancia ONLY:
Your heart skips a beat! This woman, she has been dead since 1310! Is she truly there or is she a figment of your imagination? You know that name, she wrote a book The Mirror of Simple Souls, a work of Christian mysticism. You're familiar with it and her fate, she was burnt at the stake for heresy in Paris... ------- Everyone The Turk, Ahmet Kilic, speculates in response to the questions posed by Constancia and Sibylla, the fundamental question that has been nagging at all of you since your first encounter with Sir Lothar, why you?! "All of us are perhaps unique in some way that sets us apart from the average man or woman. But even if each and every one of us excels at something or has some sort of secret knowledge useful it indeed is an enigma as to why we would all be invited to gather together here. Several of you are from Venice. Could not the Venetian Lord Giovanni not have met even just the few of you in your own home city? Perhaps there is a connection between each of us that are unknown to us? I have been to Venice but never met any of the Venetians present here, though I suspect that the sole member of us who has given no name holds a secret profession that I profess to have guessed. But even in in the nature of the guessing I still see no connection between us other than excellent blade work..." The nameless man seated with Marcel chuckles at the statement of the Turk but states nothing further.
You can make the Theology attempts as well, you just have a smaller dice pool to do so. It's ONLY a straight LORE roll where if you have no dice you get no check.
the Red Lamb Inn
The young Warriors face turns red at Prospero's statement, "I .... I'm sorry Mein Herr. I did not mean to offend or to overstep my boundaries. It has been a long painful journey that has brought me here and..." At Zuana's query he states, "I am seeking him out of my own accord my Lady. I am a warrior true but with such an injury to my leg, only guard work for me and the Earl I was told is hiring". A 5'5" balding man with a paunch that you can see beneath his apron steps out from the kitchen holding a large pot with a ladle, he stares at the young Warrior, "I am Sigismund, Eigentümer of the Red Lamb. I do not recognize you among those I was told to expect", he frowns as he speaks. "I am Paul, Paul Batholos, fresh from Janos Hunyady's battles against the Turks. My leg was badly wounded and I am no longer able to fight and so I have returned west. I seek..." Sigismund's sharp intake of breath interrupts, "The Inn is a place for guests of my Lordship, not a place for seeking alms. I..." The man who was just speaking with the newly arrived Monk stands, though dressed in Parisian fashion, he appears to be a Turk, "Fighting the Turks you say? Then no doubt one of my cousins scored the hit that has injured your leg. Let it now be said that we are not with our own sense of honor, different though it may be from your Christian morality. I shall vouch for you with Earl Giovanni Sir Paul Batholos. Come sit at the table with myself and one of your own Holy Men", he gestures to the table where Brother Augustus sits. "In fact, if we are all supposed to be guests of Earl Giovanni, now is as good a time as any to make introductions. I am Ahmet Kilic, jeweled blade of Aleppo". The well dressed olive skinned man seated next to Marcel speaks next, "An odd idea to announce ones self when it is not clear the intentions of the gathered or the one who gathered them, Herr Kilic". The older gentleman seated next to Sibylla speaks next, "Spoken like a man who has had altercations with Kings and their Courts which were unpleasant at best. I should know for I am Jan Želivský". Knowledge Theology DC 7 - 1 Success:
Twenty years ago, he was a prominent Czech priest during the Hussite Reformation.
His sermons and actions in Prague triggered the First Defenestration of Prague, which was one of the major triggering events for the Hussite Wars. After his defeat in the Battle of Brüx in 1421, Želivský was removed from command. On 9 March 1422, during the civil wars between the various Hussite factions, he was arrested by the town council of Prague and decapitated. Or at least, that's what you heard happened to him! He was 40 at the time, he looks about 60 now...
The third patron, the beautiful female speaks, "I am Marguerite Porete"... the words hang these for several heartbeats and it seems she may speak but she says nothing further. Knowledge Theology DC 8 - 1 Success:
The name is rather famous, she was a Beguine, a French-speaking mystic and the author of The Mirror of Simple Souls, a work of Christian mysticism dealing with the workings of agape (divine love). She was burnt at the stake for heresy in Paris in 1310 after a lengthy trial for refusing to remove her book from circulation or to recant her views. Of course, that couldn't be her because she would be dead!
Beguine's are a female Christian lay religious order who live in semi-monastic communities but did not take formal religious vows
The fourth patron closes his book and clears his throat, "I am Professor Adalhard Ahrends, of the University of Erfurt". Knowledge Academics DC 7 - 1 Success:
Italian Condottieri, prominent mercenary leaders, consult with the Professor related to battle tactics. He is a scholar of warfare.
The final patron, the old beggar woman huddled in the corner near Enzo says nothing, only observes the room.
Sigismund nods to Ahmet, "Sure yer Lordship, he's yer man now". He moves to begin serving the food. The wench takes his side and ladles the soup while he holds the pot. ------- Sibylla Karl frowns at the man who has introduced himself now as Jan, "My Lady is not interested in your political commentary Herr Želivský". Jan frowns back at Karl but does not state anything further. He is at a different table which makes the encounter somewhat less awkward. Plus Zuana is there along with this Marguerite to distract. ------- Marcel Soup is ladles carefully with the perfect pour as the olive skinned man turns back to Marcel and winks. ------- Brother Augustus Paul approaches the table nodding in thanks to the Turk uncomfortably and takes a seat on the bench across from you, "A Franciscan no? Are you taking confessions this night Brother?" ------- Zuana Jan turns to Zuana, "I see you are a bit less head in the clouds and sensible than yon Noblewoman". Alexandre's eyes stare in wonder at Paul, "strange coincidence..." he mutters under his breath. ------- Prospero Professor Ahrends turns to you Prospero, "Well done. These men with their blades think they can bully around and get what they want. The pen is mightier than the sword, of course, not in hand to hand but a well placed pen will defeat a well placed sword is truth".
We are home and out of the hospital. I am trying g to get caught up on a ton of stuff. Will be posting g again very soon. Great news!
Prologue Wilhelm von Stolber: You lead your horses towards the smoke and within 30 minutes a few riders are heading up the road in your direction, one holds a lantern as the night is beginning to draw near, "Halt traveler, you are on a road owned by the Earl of Vaduz, state your business here".
Both horsemen have swords at their hips and small hand crank crossbows attached via a leather strap which they can no doubt quite quickly utilize if necessary. It's hard to get a good look at their forms or faces on horseback here in the long shadows of the trees but both men appear to be of Germanic stock as both have lighter hair.
I hear ya, May was a nightmare for me as well.
Hey all, I'll be playing this group's lucky Caitiff. Thanks for the ST for inviting me. I'll reply to your post tomorrow, fading a bit here....
the Red Lamb Inn The guests begin to filter into the Inn... --- Marcel and Sofia sit next to the Venetian man, he grins, "Ciao. A long way from Venice no? I can see by your dress from whence you have come, a few of you. One I even recognize on sight" he nods towards Enzo, "strange this meeting is. Most everyone else here received a missive..." --- The serving girls curtsies, "Yes, of course M'Lady, the master of the Inn always belives in charity". Alexandre raises an eyebrow at Zuana and takes her by the elbow to lead her to a table... --- Sibylla takes a seat near the fire, Karl at her side, the beautiful female speaking with the older gentleman turns to address you both as if finally noticing that several people have entered the Inn, "More of us? Why how any will arrive? Will there be enough bread at this circus for us all? And soup, what about that delicious smelling soup!" The older gentlemen sighs, "I am sure there shall be plenty for all, his Lordship will ensure that", he practically spits venom while speaking the words... --- There is but one table near the Elderly woman, forcing both you and Leonardo to take a seat there, the old woman ignores her soup and turns to you, "Alms for the poor yer Lordship?" Leonardo opens his mouth to respond.... --- Jakob directs the commenting Constancia to a table nearest the fire, it's unavoidable really as only one is away from the fire. He sits close, but not too close you , as the man mutters under his breath, Jakob speaks, "Are you here on specific business?" Before Prospero can answer.... --- Brother Augustus is forced to sit at a table near everyone else as the tables prove too heavy to move oddly enough, the man of middle eastern descent nods to Augustus, "Bonjour Brother, you look to be a man on missive, out of place here..." Before the Monk can answer.... ------- The door is pushed open and a man steps in from out of the night. He wears armor that is piecemeal, his hair is kempt but messy, the blade on his back is quite large, the tip dangles beck behind his hamstring and the pommel extends over his head. If he knows how to wield that he's a formidably strong warrior indeed. He steps in with a limp and scan the room a few times, and states rather crudely, "Do any of you fine persons know where I can go to speak with Lord Claudius Giovanni?"
Hey all, I'll be playing this group's lucky Caitiff. Thanks for the ST for inviting me. Welcome aboard! First post in in game for you. I will be updating the rest of the group tonight. Due to my own lack of time in May I will be kicking the timetable up a bit with respect to the next scene, I was going to give it a bit of a simmer but I think the time elapse between posts on my part made this necessary. Sorry for the long absences, I will be putting more time into my schedule by spacing appointments in the business further apart. It was just too damned draining to keep up with demand for my workload last month!
Prologue Wilhelm von Stolberg: You have been on the road for several days. Business is going well, the idea to import via an old silk road contact of your Grandfather's was a brilliant idea!
Expensive and worth the gamble, your business may grow wealth that exceeded that of your Blue Blooded family tradition! But the road is also wearing on a man's soul. Dark days are coming, you can see it. Mistrust builds everywhere and threatens what you have worked so hard to achieve. In your troubled reverie you appear to have taken your wagon in the wrong direction, in the distance you see smoke on this unfamiliar road. Castle Vaduz is somewhere nearby, recently purchased by an Italian merchant Clan from Italy. Night is falling and you are too far afield to head back now and sleeping in the wagon is always... risky.
Looking forward to the New PC. If it's not a big secret, what Clan are they hoping to go with?Caitiff... Took me a while to figure out how to handle that but I got there and approved the concept. Disappointed that we won't be having Alessandro's PC in this but what can you do?!
Looking forward to the New PC. If it's not a big secret, what Clan are they hoping to go with? Caitiff...
OK, I got the full group together. There is one more PC joining, I shall have that PC within the game by the end of the weekend.
The man introduced by Enzo as Leonardo dismounts. He is a tall muscular olive skinned Venetian, also with a sword on his hip, "Well met Lords and Ladies and Companions. It appears that the way forward is quite literally through yon door". He makes his way to that very door.
As Brother Augustus considers where to sit, the door opens behind him and the carriages that were heard arriving spill their contents within!
You both observe as several people enter the Inn:
A strikingly beautiful woman who appears twenty winters of age. Her hair is a luxurious light brunette with naturally warm golden undertones. Currently that hair is parted in the center with woven twin braids that are then coiled and pinned at the sides of her head and a center braid along her back rather than being bound up. Her complexion is the pale, creamy ivory, not sickly in pallor, but rather almost luminous. She has never known the pox or a boil and it shows. The face is somewhat oval in shape with high cheek bones. She has a straight and refined nose, lips that form the classic bow of Eros, a feminine jawline with a long graceful neck below. While not crass, she is buxom for her slenderness and she can move with a breeze like elegance. Her eyes are large, and the color of dark amber. She is dressed in garb that is suited for the travel of a genteel lady.
An olive skinned Venetian man. He appears quite confident and he moves with the grace of a man who has seen his fair share of combat. No doubt the blade on his hip is not decorative. He appears to be in her service.
A thin, dark-haired, beautiful young woman simply dressed with her long dark hair pulled back into a simple tail. The dress itself though simple appears never before worn.
An older gentleman with a receding hairline but is well built from a long life of physical labor. He stands close, protectively so, to the young dark haired woman .
An average sized man in fine Venetian business attire. He has dark hair that is tied loosely together in the back.
On his arm is a young attractive woman with light brown hair who also wears a fine dress in the current style.
Her beauty is striking in a way that unsettles more than it comforts — sharp cheekbones, a cool gaze, and a stillness that feels deliberate rather than demure. while not exactly otherworldly beautiful, she is fairly distinct and carries herself well dressed, moving with a specific etiquette that suggests noble grooming. Her dark red dress with Alpine themes, is a bit more practical than noble per se. Her jewelry is humble but sparkles in the firelight of the inn.
Standing slightly in front of her is a tall, rugged, muscular, dressed as a knight would out of his armor with a good leather suit ornamented in heraldry. He carries an equally ornamented shield on his back, and a long sword of somewhat good quality in a scabbard on his back.
A young man with dark hair dressed for the road more than for an event that seems to be more formal.
A tall muscular olive skinned Venetian, also with a sword on his hip, stands beside him . His eyes alert and darting around the Inn. -------
As you all enter the Red Lamb Inn, you all find it rather spacious if a bit well, common. A roaring fire banishes the night's chill. There are a few tables set up near the fire and a long bar to the left side of the room. To the right side of the room is a door that based on the aroma, hides the kitchen. The common room is in no way connected to the rooms themselves it seems so one would need to head back out to find one's room. A serving wench pauses eyes wide as your numbers double the number of those already in attendance. As you scan the rest of the room, you see that there are several people already here. Most sit at the tables by the fire. The first is a well dressed olive skinned male of Italian descent. He wears the current fashions of the Republic of Venice. He takes you in and nods to you as you look in his direction, but he does not address you. He is relatively young, late 20's you would say. The second is an older gentleman, his clothing is rather plain but you see a strong light in his eyes. Around his neck is a simple wooden cross on a leather string. His shoulder length hair and tight kempt moustache are grey. He stares into the fire, holding a cup in both hands, as another patron is speaking to him. The third patron speaking to him is a beautiful female. She wears white sheer robes though you see beneath those robes are garments so she retains her modesty. He hair is platinum blonde and her eyes are sky blue. Whatever she is speaking to the older gentleman about engrosses her so much that she does not turn to look at you. The fourth patron present is some sort of scholar, you can see by the series of books laid out before him that he studies as he absentmindedly eats stew. He is probably mid 30s, full head of hair but short cropped. Hard to tell how tall he is as he is seated, but he appears lanky and thin though his billowing shirt hides his arms from further scrutiny. Seated next to him, the fifth patron if you will, is a man who is unpacking items from a pack and setting in, his eyes lock upon each of you for a brief moment as you continue to scan the room. He is clearly Italian, dressed well, late 20s or early 30s, hard to tell under his glasses and hat, though blue or green could be used to describe the colour of his eyes. He has long black hair, and seems to have a healthy routine on self grooming. No physical deformities or abrasions. He has a doctors back that he has with him, as well as a bundle of exotic and rare books that seem to have many notes sticking out from the pages. The sixth patron present is a man who may be of middle eastern descent, though his skin is a bit light, so perhaps he is east meets west. His fashion is the height of the Parisian Courts at the moment. At his hip rests a rapier with a rather ornate handle. A pinky ring shows that he is indeed wealthy as the light of the fireplace reflects the ruby within quite prominently. He appears to be reading the tomes of the scholar over the man's shoulder. He glances up at you and gives no true greeting other than to look back down at the books on the table once more. A seventh patron not yet seated and standing just off to the right of the room near you all, is a male monk dressed very simply, but a closer examination reveals his clothing is very well-made and sturdy. Although a monk, the simplicity of his garb identifies him as a likely Franciscan. These days even monks are richly dressed if seen on the road. His nationality is hard to pin down. French or Swiss is likely, but southern German is likely as well. His looks are very generic to the region. He is in his late twenties, and it seems as though he has led a gentle life, having no obvious scars or marks of disease. In fact he looks as if he likely is a member of a noble family, although likely a younger son sent to the church without any prospect of inheritance The final patron present is huddled in the corner, far, far away from the fire, her clothing is rather drab and could almost be described as rags. She is quite old, a crone no doubt. In front of her on her small table fit for no more than two people is a small well worn wooden cup, she seems to be watching everything and nothing all at once. Sitting in front of her steaming, is a fresh bowl of soup.
Planning to do a big update this evening to bring you all into the same scene and out of spoilers tonight. Assuming of course the site doesn't bug out on me! Sorry I cannot do it right now, need to get back to work :-(
It's been buggy for several days!
Hey Shadow, just so I'm helpful during any absences, would it be okay for Zy to just continually cast Guidance? Sure!
Personal prejudice, but MOVING is one of my Top-Three LEAST favorite things to do. Ever.I've moved at least 15 or 20 times in my life. Hopefully this is going to be the last one. However, if not, I'm pretty used to it by now. I hear ya, I've moved a lot myself. Finally settled into a new home a few years ago, hoping to be here for quite some time. Good luck moving!
"what are you talking about, it's always been this way"?
It's the one on the lower right with the two sideways yellow people in it. Zoom in old man. ;P LOL. Well Rags DOES operate a theater, thus must the drama always be heightened!
On the topic of martial traditions, only the Enforcer and Orc Heritage disciplines grant proficiency with the spiked chain. Neither of which fit Erix's concept. Also, no tradition grants either of them as a bonus talent. Yep, I'd be good with that.
My sincerest apologies, I was planning on getting to this tonight but I'm just too exhausted to think straight any longer. I will prioritize this thread tomorrow (not sure whether it will be during the day or the evening) depends on whether this god damned client who is supposed to come tomorrow but I attempted to reschedule, shows up or doesn't...
I wanted to move into the action MUCH faster this time versus the Venice game, Prologues are nearly done, soon enough we shall be spoiler free!
Inside the Red Lamb Inn - Prologue Prospero & Brother Augustus:
Prologue Brother Augustus Carignano: You enter the Red Lamb Inn finding it rather spacious if a bit well, common.
A roaring fire banishes the night's chill. There are a few tables set up near the fire and a long bar to the left side of the room. To the right side of the room is a door that based on the aroma, hides the kitchen. The common room is in no way connected to the rooms themselves it seems so one would need to head back out to find one's room. A serving wench smiles at you as she exist the kitchen, she heads to a table, ”A moment Herr Monk”. As you scan the rest of the room, you see that there are several people already here. Most sit at the tables by the fire. The first is a well dressed olive skinned male of Italian descent. He wears the current fashions of the Republic of Venice. He takes you in and nods to you as you look in his direction, but he does not address you. He is relatively young, late 20's you would say. The second is an older gentleman, his clothing is rather plain but you see a strong light in his eyes. Around his neck is a simple wooden cross on a leather string. His shoulder length hair and tight kempt moustache are grey. He stares into the fire, holding a cup in both hands, as another patron is speaking to him. The third patron speaking to him is a beautiful female. She wears white sheer robes though you see beneath those robes are garments so she retains her modesty. He hair is platinum blonde and her eyes are sky blue. Whatever she is speaking to the older gentleman about engrosses her so much that she does not turn to look at you. The fourth patron present is some sort of scholar, you can see by the series of books laid out before him that he studies as he absentmindedly eats stew. He is probably mid 30s, full head of hair but short cropped. Hard to tell how tall he is as he is seated, but he appears lanky and thin though his billowing shirt hides his arms from further scrutiny. Seated next to him, the fifth patron if you will, is a man who appears to have just taken a seat, this is the man who you watched enter the Inn, his eyes lock upon you for a brief moment as you continue to scan the room. The sixth patron present is a man who may be of middle eastern descent, though his skin is a bit light, so perhaps he is east meets west. His fashion is the height of the Parisian Courts at the moment. At his hip rests a rapier with a rather ornate handle. A pinky ring shows that he is indeed wealthy as the light of the fireplace reflects the ruby within quite prominently. He appears to be reading the tomes of the scholar over the man's shoulder. He glances up at you and gives no true greeting other than to look back down at the books on the table once more. The final patron present is huddled in the corner, far, far away from the fire, her clothing is rather drab and could almost be described as rags. She is quite old, a crone no doubt. In front of her on her small table fit for no more than two people is a small well worn wooden cup, she seems to be watching everything and nothing all at once. The Serving Wench brings to her a bowl of soup.
Prologue Prospero Medici: The Innkeep nods and smiles and heads back into the kitchen to prepare a meal for you himself.
You enter and approach the Scholar he nods to you as you settle in at his table with your own favored tome at the moment. You catch a quick glance of what he is looking at, his subject of choice appears to be war, the language of the book is not familiar to you but the diagrams and drawings appear to be battlefield tactics. As you look up, you see a new figure enter the Inn and scan the room, he is clearly a Monk, you both lock eyes for a moment….
OUTSIDE the Red Lamb Inn – Constancia, Marcel, Zuana, Enzo, and Sibylla:
Those intended to be guests are all well dressed, a mix of male and female are present here. The drivers and the guardsmen quickly begin to remove luggage from your carriages. One of the drivers addresses you all
”Welcome Lords, Ladies, and Lessers. We shall be bringing your belongings to your rooms here at the Inn. A key shall be brought to each of you allowing you to access your belongings, in the meantime, the Earl has prepared a fine evening of food and drink here at the Red Lamb. Enter and leave the weariness of the long road traveled behind. I know nothing more than what I have told you here and now. Any answers lie beyond yon front entrance.”.
Prologue Constancia Waldmann: Jakob heads to town to find clothing and possibly more information about the nature of your invite. He returns with hands full of clothing, but an empty mouth, no information is to be come by it seems.
On the third day of April in the Year of Our Lord 1444, the carriage arrives to get you, after all, you are a few hours ride away at most, shorter overland most likely, but winding trails force a longer carriage ride. The driver is a local man, he is not particularly friendly nor unfriendly, and answers no questions except to say that he shall have you to your intended destination as quickly as possible. You arrive outside of a small in in Vaduz, one that Jakob is not familiar with, the Red Lamb. You see that there are already seven carriages present! It seems that the Earl has invited more guests than just you or this place is coincidentally quite busy. Moreover, three more carriages arrive simultaneously. Jakob wrinkles his nose, ”Well… at least it won’t be a private audience. That may have been awkward”.
Prologue Sibylla von Schattenberg: A carriage arrives in the next few days to bring you and Karl to your intended destination. Sir Lothar is not present for this pick up.
A driver, who appears to be a middle-aged Venetian man and a guardsman who is a Scotsman are your road companions. The Venetian is dour while the Scotsman is dour but black humored. If they notice the two outriders that Karl has trailing you, they never do say. The trip is made in two days’ time with no incident. On the third day of April in the Year of Our Lord 1444, you arrive at a small Inn in Vaduz, named the Red Lamb. You see that there are already seven carriages present! It seems that the Earl has invited more guests than just you or this place is coincidentally quite busy. Karl steps out of the carriage and assists you down, as you are exiting a few more carriages arrive, three to be precise, Karl’s eyes narrow, he appears to want to speak his mind with you but the presence of the Earl’s men has him bite his tongue…
Prologue Marcel DuBois & Zuana Bernerius: As the speculation as to why the present parties have been invited to this dinner subside, the ride becomes an exchange of stories and pleasantry.
On the third day of April in the Year of Our Lord 1444, you arrive at a small Inn in Vaduz named the Red Lamb. You see that there are already seven carriages present! It seems that the Earl has invited more guests than just you or this place is coincidentally quite busy. As both of you and your retainers are being assisted to the ground by your driver and his guard, you observe that three other carriages are all also arriving at the same time…. the plot thickens!
Prologue Enzo Polo Querini: A few days pass and the promised carriage arrives, Leonardo accompanies on his own horse, leading your horse along with him, he is quite the skilled horseman!
The carriage driver is clearly a young Venetian man and is quite affable. His companion is a dour Norseman who barely speaks any Italian at all. Your trip is quiet and uneventful and all meals and lodgings are covered by the Earl. On the third day of April in the Year of Our Lord 1444, you arrive at a small Inn in Vaduz, named the Red Lamb. You see that there are already seven carriages present! It seems that the Earl has invited more guests than just you or this place is coincidentally quite busy. The driver steps down and opens your door you feel a stiff breeze blow in, Leonardo, already having tied off the horses is at the door to help you down. Before the affable Venetian can speak Leonardo does, "Come my Lord, let's get the lay of the land at yon Inn".
Before you can move in, three more carriages arrive!
I think you still have 30' reach (and maybe can't hit within 15'?). It's just that you'd measure 30' from a 10' square instead of a 15' square. Don't worry, after that meteor hits Armiger, it will need some time for repairs anyway! I'll have to look that one up, I don't know the answer there...
Seems to work fine during the day when I have to work.... :-(
I live as well, last two nights Paizo was a mess so... yeah. Tonight I will be updating, if Paizo doesn't mess me up again.
Paizo is working then not working, etc. etc. etc....I'll get an update in tomorrow morning/evening when hopefully whatever Paizo is doing is done! Second night in a row I could post and I am prevented by the site itself from doing so :-(
Paizo is working then not working, etc. etc. etc.... I have most of my update posts ready (but for 2). I'll get ALL updates in tomorrow morning when hopefully whatever Paizo is doing is done!
OK, where were we? Our Ventrue appears to be simply too busy to participate, I will be bringing in another Player instead in the next few days.
Of course, last night the site wasn't working by the time I had a chance to post...
Ok caught up. Ultra motivated to update all games today/tonight!
AARGGHHHHH
Cannot get off this hampster wheel of work.... :-(
Sorry folks, stuck working late, again. The good news is that the rest of this week is not nearly as hellish as the last two so updates will be incoming! Thank you all for your patience!
Shadow is running three of the four games I'm in, so every time his life gets busy I end up feeling like an addict scratching for a hit. Yep, sorry bout that! Hoping to get to all games tonight but I just got asked to do some work tonight so we shall see, if not absolutely tomorrow!
OK, I did not get to the IN Game stuff but I'm super beat. I'll try to get to that all tomorrow night or Friday night. Hopefully, this is the last week for a while that will be a gauntlet...
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