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<<swirling the wine in the crystal, raising an eyebrow>>Ederus? Is her, err, remaining daughter studying the arcane arts?" <<mental note, find out about any tragedies in the Ederus family.>>
<<Somehow said without undue eye tracking of the mostly unclad forms crowding the hall. Thank goodness for a high concentration skill!>>
"Lazaro, how goes the setup for the arcane competition? I won't be participating in a spell chess game, but I'd love to see it."
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Anneke leans close to Klaus and her smile widens; she is clearly a slave that loves gossip. "The young mistress Ederus is indeed a student of the arcane arts, a conjurer like her mother, if I am not mistaken. She is newly returned from Egorian where she was enrolled at the arcane academy."
Anneke pauses for a moment to allow Klaus to digest teh mundane information offered so far. "There was, I understand, an older Ederus daughter as well, but something happened to her during her time at the arcane academy in Egorian." She pasues, almost as if awaiting some sort of praise before continuing.
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Anneke draws closer still to Klaus. "If only the Matron Ederus were so lucky. The truth of the daughter's fate is more humiliating by far. From what I have gathered, she was caught stealing something, a magical device of some sort in all likelihood, from one of her professors. The professor hauled her before the other students and professors at the academy, and they well, they turned her into a halfling."
Anneke pauses for a moment to let all of this sink in. "I met her, the older daughter I mean, but only in passing. Her family was keeping her as a slave in their own home when I was first acquired. Can you imagine the humiliation? I didn't get to know her though. She was carried off by Andoran abolitionists on my first night in the household. It's all very scandalous."
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<<shocked look>>
"A halfling? How embarrassing. No wonder they don't talk about it. I take it house Ederus already had some halflings to keep up the facade? <<shudder>> how awful to have a constant reminder of her failure in the house. Perhaps the theft by the abominationists was the best thing for that poor creature."
"The punishment certainly fit the crime though. Not only did she steal, but she was CAUGHT! I hope they also stripped her of her spellbook."
<<Klaus downs the wine and requests some more>>
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Anneke straightens momentarily and fills Klaus's glass with more of the rich red. She casts several glances about the room to make sure that no other guests have been left unattended, then leans in close to him again. "Yes, I believe her daughter's punishment was quite shameful for Matron Ederus, which is exactly why she kept her in her own home, given over to the other halfling slaves to prepare her for he new station in life. To have sold her to another family would have risked wider spread of the woeful tale. I sometimes wonder why Matron Ederus did not just have her killed, but it is not my place to speculate aloud."
Anneke pauses again. "As for her spellbook, indeed Sillitta was stripped of it prior to being returned to Absalom inher new form, but, and this is where the tale becomes even more scandalous, as she was being carried away by the, how do you put it, abominationists, she was able to lay hands on her younger sister's own spellbook. The young mistress, of course, has reconstructed the book, but this is yet another shame for poor Matron Ederus to bear."
A late Chelaxian countryman walks in.
He stands silently in the darkess corner of the room/place and watches standing silently and motionless as things unfurl around him. His frame and face covered by a dark cloak his face hidden behind a featureless silvery mask which only exposes the eyes... a bit too dark to peer easely into them without standing too close to him (or having a a really high perception rank!).
He bows his head silently in answer to any greetings calls himself The Shade (not the shadow, the shade...)
"Too all I give my apologies" a short pause for breath - "my Master - as I am sure you surely appreciate- likes perfection - as such, I communicate on his timeframe not yours-the abyss knows best" breath drawn out "bloody uncomfortable though" -spits blood. "price I have to pay being out of time eh?"
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Another Chelaxian detaches from a nearby shadow. Dressed in finely appointed robes of black adorned with red symbols of The Prince of Darkness, the guest moved silently amongst the others, his purple eyes darting to and fro, looking to see if any other intruders were lurking about.
When he was done performing his patrol of the area, he returned to the shadows once again, his hands not too far from the temple swords he kept hidden amidst his robes.
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Gentlemen, excuse me. If you have any questions, especially about the upcoming games. please direct them to Mr. Tam
*Making his way from the group Laz heads to his trusty couch
What a night...If people aren't asking about the Asmodues Cup, they're asking about some other trival thing.
*sigh
*Laz relaxs on the comfortable cushion. He reaches for a glass of wine and drift off into his mind
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*Giving Anneke a slight smile
It's just draining, my love. Having to meet and great all our guests. Explaining the daily operations. Explaining to house officals why we're "wasting good gold" on such an event, and on such people.
Personally I think the Asmodues Cup is a grand idea. It'll not only bring fellow Chelaxian together, but Pathfinders in general.
*Lowering his voice
Sometimes I just wish to get away from it though. I don't think I'm cut out for this line of work, but that could be the Varisian side of me talking...
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Anneke smiles as Lazaro talks, her grin broadening with each place he names and climaxing with his mention of The Land of the Linnorm Kings. "Oh I'd love to see my homeland again. How I miss the steep cliffs, the narrow fjords and their crashing waves."
Anneke's excitement passes quickly though, and she falls silent. Her head is hung low and tears start to trickle down her face.
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Anneke shakes her head as she sobs softly. "No, no, it's alright. You meant no harm, and I would like to see the lands of my birth again. I weep not because I am a slave, kept far from them, but because if I were able to return, my people would have no place for me, at least none better than what I have here."
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Anneke shakes her head as she sobs softly. "No, no, it's alright. You meant no harm, and I would like to see the lands of my birth again. I weep not because I am a slave, kept far from them, but because if I were able to return, my people would have no place for me, at least none better than what I have here."
My love, no matter where you go...you'll always have a place with me.
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Anneke buries her head against Lazaro's chest, her sobs becoming only sniffles.
OOC Off to bed. Good night.
*He looks deep into Anneke's eyes
Plus they wouldn't know what they're missing by not wanting you. I can tell that you're still the strong warrior you were from your story. I'm sure you could, one hand and all, easily take out most people here. And I'm sure you could as eaily do the same to most of the competitors.
*He smiles hoping he hasn't overstepped his bounds
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Despite Anneke's downcast eyes, Lazaro can likely still see the pink blush rise in her cheeks. Anneke prods the ground a bare toe. "Thank you for your kind words master, but I fear that I am long out of fighting shape. It's been a long time since I've swung a sword. I'd be hard pressed to even lift the greatsword I once wielded in battle."
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Who among you has the courage to serve Asmodeous with me? Speak curs, for I would know my righteous breathern and separate out the worthy warriors from the cowardly dogs found in the other factions. Declare your loyalty and allegiance to Cheliax or join the ranks of our slaves.
A tall half-elf sweeps into the room, his corn-colored hair and alabaster skin almost glowing in sharp contrast to his crimson and ebony wizard robes. "The barbaric upstarts have existed too long without guidance. It is time for the true children of Aroden and heirs to ancient Azlant to reign in chaos and establish order once and for all under Lord Asmodeus."
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Anneke reluctantly pulls away from Lazaro, smiling and blushing. "It would appear, master, that a new guest has arrive." Anneke smooths her slave's smock and gathers her serving cart which she pushes to Joela's side. "Greetings master, might I offer you a drink. The red wine is a particular favorite."
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Anneke reluctantly pulls away from Lazaro, smiling and blushing. "It would appear, master, that a new guest has arrive." Anneke smooths her slave's smock and gathers her serving cart which she pushes to Joela's side. "Greetings master, might I offer you a drink. The red wine is a particular favorite."
The elf makes a long bow to Anneke, then snatches two glasses of red wine from a passing servant/slave. He nods in acknowledgement to Lazaro, then hands one glass to Anneke. "Thank you, my faction sister. And please, let us toast to our Lord as well as your beauty."
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A horrified grimace spreads like a brushfire across Anneke's faces. 'Gods, the man thinks me more than I am. Perhaps I have been too prideful for a slave.' Anneke falls to her knees and presses her forehead against Joela's boots. "Master, please, I am unworthy of a toast. I am but a simple slave, albeit one loyal to her adopted nation. Please master, tell me that there is something else I can do for you. Perhaps a cheese platter to accompany the wine."
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*Seeing that the party have begun to wind down
Ladies, and gentlemen let me thank you for coming this evening. Put it's is getting late, and I'm sure we all have important tasks in the morning.
So with that, one last toast.
*Raising his wine glass high
To you my fellow Pathfinders. No matter you race or origin you are always welcome here.
*Takes a small sip
We will have more information on the Asmodues Cup soon. So please take your training for the event seriously
I do believe it is time for another celebration! Though I suppose it is a little early to toast to our expanded influence in Absalom yet.
Either way preparations are under way. Now to insure we have some of that amazing cake again this year.
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<<smells barbeque>>
Greetings Lazaro! It is I, Klaus Drax-Thrune. Perhaps you remember me from Lady Pavanna's engagement party? I couldn't help but notice that your annual barbeque had begun.
Do you still have that wonderful libation you served last year? Where is that one-handed serving girl of yours? She was really handy with a bottle. <<smirks at truly awful play on words>>
Do tell, what have you done with yourself since last year?
<<looks appraisingly around room>>Perhaps a sculpture would be nice. I could lend you one of my best, "Scenes of Pain; Revisited"
*OOC: I am SO looking forward to GenCon.
"Ah, Klaus. How has the year treated you my friend?"
"I do not know what ever happened to her after last year's gala" he ponders the fates Anneke and the others he's met.
"I'm just happy the 'higher ups' found me worthy of field work. Feels so good not having to bother with all that paper anymore."
"Now come let us eat. Radavel has a great barbeque going as for me I have the servants working on the sweets"
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Chelaxians, you follow a fate worse than death that threatens the destructions of us all. So it is spoken...
As for your little get together, yes, please do congregate. The more... the merrier. Smell that perfume? That's not perfume, it's a poisonous nerve gas! (PRPG poison rules, lol)
Have a nice day.
Damian Coldshadows, Hand of Pharasma
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*bows* Dayne Sani, sorcerion of the blood, at the service of my country and my people. (I found the term "sorcerion" as a gender neutral word in a comedy book on political correctness once. I like the term...) Although for some reason my faction was listed as Taldorian *spits*. It is just one petty slight against our great nation.
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Chelaxians, you follow a fate worse than death that threatens the destructions of us all. So it is spoken...
As for your little get together, yes, please do congregate. The more... the merrier. Smell that perfume? That's not perfume, it's a poisonous nerve gas! (PRPG poison rules, lol)
Have a nice day.
Damian Coldshadows, Hand of Pharasma
Dog of Taldor, perhaps what you require is a more...formal introduction?
That I even acknowledge you is distasteful enough, but the use of such a cheap and utterly ineffective means of mass extermination...?
Your complete lack of creativity is a symptom that has been well known for some time and a reason your empire is in such decline.
