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Nimora feels like she is caught in a dream, and it's not the happy kind. She keeps her dignity though and once the dance is over attempts to discreetly withdraw from the reception. Preferably to go back to her room and cry or possibly punch things. She's not sure which.


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
Nimora feels like she is caught in a dream, and it's not the happy kind. She keeps her dignity though and once the dance is over attempts to discreetly withdraw from the reception. Preferably to go back to her room and cry or possibly punch things. She's not sure which.

"Lady Olbereth? My name is Tempest. May I accompany you?"


"What? Oh, yes of course, Tempest. It's a pleasure to meet you."


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
"What? Oh, yes of course, Tempest. It's a pleasure to meet you."

As Nimora and Tempest walk away from the crowds the guests seem to part ways for them. Nimora thinks it's her at first, until she sees the other knights shift as well.

"Is there anything I can do for you, milady?"


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:
Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
"What? Oh, yes of course, Tempest. It's a pleasure to meet you."

As Nimora and Tempest walk away from the crowds the guests seem to part ways for them. Nimora thinks it's her at first, until she sees the other knights shift as well.

"Is there anything I can do for you, milady?"

"I, er, I'm not sure. I am not having the best of days, as was made humiliatingly publicly obvious. I'm sorry. Umm, you're not just an ordinary knight are you?"


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:


"I, er, I'm not sure. I am not having the best of days, as was made humiliatingly publicly obvious. I'm sorry. Umm, you're not just an ordinary knight are you?"

"If you like I could kill them for you."

"Just joking."

"Maybe a couple of broken bones? I do so hate blowhards. Especially when not done by whales."

She sidestepped the last question.


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

"Maybe a couple of broken bones? I do so hate blowhards. Especially when not done by whales."

She sidestepped the last question.

Nimora sighed. "I just hope that this doesn't lead to war between the nomads and Sandreef. The city has no defenses. It would be a massacre. I just don't understand how this happened. My mother is usually so skilled at diplomacy. I knew she would make me pay for it dearly, but I was sure she could find a way to break things off without making a scene. I couldn't possibly marry Blurghoot. That would start a war. Probably before the ceremony was over. I don't understand what she was thinking trying to force me into the match in the first place."


At the inn chosen by the Brightwater brothers a swirl of water is interrupted as a target is pulled away and swept into a bizarre scene playing out on a different floor.

It follows the other 3 targets, trying to catch them one at a time. The bizarre tales they spread might be directed at its client. But the bizarre strategy is too good to pass up, so it decides to mimic it.

Spoiler:
Kill if possible. New reigns need few interruptions, until they get settled. Underwater version of an invisible stalker.


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

"Maybe a couple of broken bones? I do so hate blowhards. Especially when not done by whales."

She sidestepped the last question.

Nimora sighed. "I just hope that this doesn't lead to war between the nomads and Sandreef. The city has no defenses. It would be a massacre. I just don't understand how this happened. My mother is usually so skilled at diplomacy. I knew she would make me pay for it dearly, but I was sure she could find a way to break things off without making a scene. I couldn't possibly marry Blurghoot. That would start a war. Probably before the ceremony was over. I don't understand what she was thinking trying to force me into the match in the first place."

"Many are consumed with their own power. Or maybe desperation. Only she would be able to tell you if this was personal, or ambition."


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:


"Many are consumed with their own power. Or maybe desperation. Only she would be able to tell you if this was personal, or ambition."

"My mother and I haven't been able to have an honest conversation since I was very small. Those probably weren't honest either. I was just too young to know any better. It's always politics. But I just don't understand this. It was bad politics and that's not like her."


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:


"Many are consumed with their own power. Or maybe desperation. Only she would be able to tell you if this was personal, or ambition."

"My mother and I haven't been able to have an honest conversation since I was very small. Those probably weren't honest either. I was just too young to know any better. It's always politics. But I just don't understand this. It was bad politics and that's not like her."

"Bah, politics. But I guess they keep us from killing each other all the time. Though a straightforward fight is SO much simpler."


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

"Bah, politics. But I guess they keep us from killing each other all the time. Though a straightforward fight is SO much simpler."

Nimora chuckles a little at that in spite of her bleak mood. "I agree. It's just that so few fights are straightforward. Especially with so many lives to consider."


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

"Bah, politics. But I guess they keep us from killing each other all the time. Though a straightforward fight is SO much simpler."

Nimora chuckles a little at that in spite of her bleak mood. "I agree. It's just that so few fights are straightforward. Especially with so many lives to consider."

"It is good that you are concerned for your people, but you cannot control everything. Sandreef has allies. They do not stand alone."


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

"It is good that you are concerned for your people, but you cannot control everything. Sandreef has allies. They do not stand alone."

"I know that. It's just... My family has been responsible for the welfare and safety of Sandreef for a long time. I can't just turn that off. I don't know how familiar you are with the politics of Sandreef, but the king there is..." she searched for a good way to say this. "He is doing much better according to palace gossip since his physician switched his medicine. He's supposedly much calmer these days and only woke the palace twice last month with his attempts to learn whale song in the middle of the night." She shrugged. "Someone has to step up and be responsible."


"Is there no General, or a Knight to take charge?"

military solution first mindset. gotta sign off soon


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

"Is there no General, or a Knight to take charge?"

military solution first mindset

"Sandreef has a few guards, but no real military. I'm the closest thing to a General they've got," she added with a wry smile. "It is a trade city not a military outpost. They rely entirely on the help of others. Many powerful nations keep each other at bay because they do not want the wealth they have invested to fall into the hands of their rivals. But there is no true military presence. And a swift attack would decimate the city since they would not have time to call their allies for help."


Regent Sertil Aeras Hestle wrote:

At the inn chosen by the Brightwater brothers a swirl of water is interrupted as a target is pulled away and swept into a bizarre scene playing out on a different floor.

It follows the other 3 targets, trying to catch them one at a time. The bizarre tales they spread might be directed at its client. But the bizarre strategy is too good to pass up, so it decides to mimic it.

** spoiler omitted **

When Blurghoot disappears, the three brothers scream treachery to the crowded inn. They ride off, but the swirl of water manages to get two of them as they ride. The third, seeing his hopeless situation pulls an amulet from his armor

NOK MAR AMAR! He screams, and dissapears

I kinda want one to make it home, just to stir the pot, so to speak ..


... wrote:
Regent Sertil Aeras Hestle wrote:

At the inn chosen by the Brightwater brothers a swirl of water is interrupted as a target is pulled away and swept into a bizarre scene playing out on a different floor.

It follows the other 3 targets, trying to catch them one at a time. The bizarre tales they spread might be directed at its client. But the bizarre strategy is too good to pass up, so it decides to mimic it.

** spoiler omitted **

When Blurghoot disappears, the three brothers scream treachery to the crowded inn. They ride off, but the swirl of water manages to get two of them as they ride. The third, seeing his hopeless situation pulls an amulet from his armor

NOK MAR AMAR! He screams, and dissapears

I kinda want one to make it home, just to stir the pot, so to speak ..

sure. thought you might. ;)


Oooh. I may have more of them, may I?
Look of wide-eyed innocence.
Okay, I'll see what I can do.

One of Blurghoot's brothers finds himself in the treasure vault of the Black Pearl syndicate, stripped of his armour and weapons, in a 'stealth suit' of tight-fitting camouflage clothes and with a garland of stringy seaweed wrapped around his neck, just as a very senior Black Pearl boss is checking out a valuable item whilst accompanied by his retinue of ninjas.... An item which the brother is discovered holding.
The ninjas, pleased to find an intruder with something so handy about his throat, make use of the opportunity to throttle him.
The other brother to vanish from the inn finds himself naked in the bed of the boss of bosses of the Black Pearl, with that godfather of the organisation's most beautiful mistress, just as he returns home. His end is neither swift nor pleasant...
Meanwhile, the brother with the amulet arrives home hideously deformed and warped.
(-8 Charisma, +4 Strength)
If anyone wants to develop the Black Pearls as an angle to under sea life, they're a sort of underwater gangster/ninjas criminal organisation, I had imagined. Since Blurghoot was killed fighting one, I thought it might be interesting if a couple more of his brothers went out in ways involving them, since they were offered up for sacrifice.


The brother, Skorrag, arrives at his clan's encampment and croaks out :

Treachery! The Pearl! All dead!

He collapses, his features warped and hideous


... wrote:

The brother, Skorrag, arrives at his clan's encampment and croaks out :

Treachery! The Pearl! All dead!

He collapses, his features warped and hideous

sure. blame the Pearl. *sigh* my underwater invisible stalker got time-warp ninja'd by Lucinda. oh well, politics. :( two words - plausible deniability ;)


Mirathan wrote:
... wrote:

The brother, Skorrag, arrives at his clan's encampment and croaks out :

Treachery! The Pearl! All dead!

He collapses, his features warped and hideous

sure. blame the Pearl. *sigh* my underwater invisible stalker got time-warp ninja'd by Lucinda. oh well, politics. :( two words - plausible deniability ;)

What you don't want an epic battle between Brightwater and the Pearl?


Mirathan wrote:
... wrote:

The brother, Skorrag, arrives at his clan's encampment and croaks out :

Treachery! The Pearl! All dead!

He collapses, his features warped and hideous

sure. blame the Pearl. *sigh* my underwater invisible stalker got time-warp ninja'd by Lucinda. oh well, politics. :( two words - plausible deniability ;)

Oh, you're cute. If it weren't for my darling Pete, who I'm giving a little bit of breathing space at the moment to, I might come after you.


Lucinda glides serenely through the city, idly peeling open one of the fish which had been following her, and poking around with its insides, before pushing it back together and releasing it. It swims off, its eyes glowing and swirling with such pretty colours.
She waves a hand, and dismisses her train.
This city is so much fun, that she intends to come back here one day.
There isn't so much as a single Hound of Tindalos in sight, and the place is mercifully free of Heralds too.
She makes for the omniportal.
Meanwhile, the swarm of pseudonatural piranha ferociously attack a delegation of surface dwellers, who were visiting, attending Mirathan's coronation, causing many casualties before they are finally deal with, and the fish with the glowing eyes explodes at the height of the battle unleashing a powerful area magic dispelling effect that causes countless more casualties as waterbreathing and shapechange magics are suddenly neutralised.


Lucinda Darkeyes wrote:

Lucinda glides serenely through the city, idly peeling open one of the fish which had been following her, and poking around with its insides, before pushing it back together and releasing it. It swims off, its eyes glowing and swirling with such pretty colours.

She waves a hand, and dismisses her train.
This city is so much fun, that she intends to come back here one day.
There isn't so much as a single Hound of Tindalos in sight, and the place is mercifully free of Heralds too.
She makes for the omniportal.
Meanwhile, the swarm of pseudonatural piranha ferociously attack a delegation of surface dwellers, who were visiting, attending Mirathan's coronation, causing many casualties before they are finally deal with, and the fish with the glowing eyes explodes at the height of the battle unleashing a powerful area magic dispelling effect that causes countless more casualties as waterbreathing and shapechange magics are suddenly neutralised.

sounds like those Brightwater nomads are responsible. ;)


The attacks on the surface dweller delegates is mitigated slightly by qucik-reacting citizens and guards, and plenty of gillyweed extract. Still, there are many deaths. Ignoring the spread of panic, the air zones of several inns and the air breather wing of the palace are converted to hospitals/morgues. Though it may drain the city coffers Miratan orders Raise Deads and Resurrections, even for non-delegates, regardless of rank, when wishes are found to have limited success.

The ball is cancelled.


Melusine approaches King Mirathan when she gets a chance

Your Highness, I must beg leave of your fair city. I fear that my home will be subject to much worse than this attack when the Brightwater Clan calls up the Free Companions. I have exhausted my curative magics on the recent victims, and I have nothing else to offer.

Melusine pauses

I know that perhaps this isn't the best time, but if you have honorable intentions towards my daughter I would beg of you that you send whatever forces you can spare to Sandreef. We sit on the edge of the Great Kelp Plains, and we will bear the full brunt of any nomad invasion. Nimora's home and all she knew in her youth stands likely to be razed to the ground.


When she hears of the attacks, Nimora will get changed back into her armor as quickly as can be managed and try to help as best she can, even if that is simply by carrying bodies to the clerics so they can be helped.

Afterwards, she will take what seems to her to be an inordinate amount of time to compose a letter to Mirathan, and attempt to discreetly leave Pearl via omniportal.

The letter:

Spoiler:
Mirathan, I am sorry to leave like this without even saying goodbye, but after the fuss that was caused at the reception it seemed better that I stay out of the spotlight. I want you to know that I was not trying to keep the arrangements my mother had made a secret. Telestial at least guessed and I told your mother, although I should have told her sooner. Only I thought Telestial already had. I had no choice but to agree to it. It was the condition my mother imposed on me as a price for the information I needed to be able to find and free you. There are many problems there and my mother has not been behaving quite like herself of late. Not as much because of the blackmail. I expected that, though I was disappointed by it. But she has been particularly inept at the politics surrounding this debacle and that is most unusual. I feel the need to investigate further. As well, this has placed Sandreef in grave danger and I have to at least try to muster defenses. If the king were able to be cajoled into signing a decree giving me the authority, and the nobles could be convinced to support it, and I were able to call on several allies, and I had a year to prepare I might be able to cobble together sufficient defenses. Unfortunately I will have none of those things. But I still have to try. I have a responsibility to defend my people. I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am that your people have been dragged into this as well. If I knew of some way to fix it I would. Tell your mother and brother goodbye for me and give your mother my thanks for all of her kindness. I know that you will be a good king and I am so sorry for bringing such trouble to the beginning of your reign. All my love, Nimora.


Once back in one of the city morgues, for examination, the body of the merfolk male stabbed to death with a squeaky yellow rubber duck in the fight wth a Black Pearl torpedo is speedily identified as that of Blurghoot.
An urgent message is sent to the palace alerting them as to this fact and that raise dead/speak with the dead magic seems to be failing with regard to him.
Meanwhile the corpses of two of his companions show up on the city streets in various pieces, showing calling cards of the Black Pearls.


Poor bastard. Why'd somebody stab that fella?

Shadow Lodge

Now there are two suspects in Blurghoot's death, Nimora and Kaelar. I do so love conterversy!


Dragonborn3 wrote:
Now there are two suspects in Blurghoot's death, Nimora and Kaelar. I do so love conterversy!

Only two? I count at least eight.


lynora wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Now there are two suspects in Blurghoot's death, Nimora and Kaelar. I do so love conterversy!
Only two? I count at least eight.

Just wait. The conspiracy theorists will blame Mirathan, attacking the delegates to hide the Pearl's involvement in the Brightwater incidents. Ugh.


Melusine Orlbereth wrote:

Melusine approaches King Mirathan when she gets a chance

Your Highness, I must beg leave of your fair city. I fear that my home will be subject to much worse than this attack when the Brightwater Clan calls up the Free Companions. I have exhausted my curative magics on the recent victims, and I have nothing else to offer.

Melusine pauses

I know that perhaps this isn't the best time, but if you have honorable intentions towards my daughter I would beg of you that you send whatever forces you can spare to Sandreef. We sit on the edge of the Great Kelp Plains, and we will bear the full brunt of any nomad invasion. Nimora's home and all she knew in her youth stands likely to be razed to the ground.

Despite the manner in which this kelp got tangled, we will do what we can to help.

Mirathan turns and swims away.

Shadow Lodge

lynora wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Now there are two suspects in Blurghoot's death, Nimora and Kaelar. I do so love conterversy!
Only two? I count at least eight.

Main suspects then.


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:

When she hears of the attacks, Nimora will get changed back into her armor as quickly as can be managed and try to help as best she can, even if that is simply by carrying bodies to the clerics so they can be helped.

Afterwards, she will take what seems to her to be an inordinate amount of time to compose a letter to Mirathan, and attempt to discreetly leave Pearl via omniportal.

The letter:
[spoiler]omitted

Waiting at the omniportal is a familiar face.

"Running to, or from, my lady?"

"It seems as if your mother was willing to sell you to the Black to get what she wanted. With or without your permission, I'd like to see what type of place this Sandreef is."

She dials the omniportal to Sandreef and waits on Nimora.


Dragonborn3 wrote:
lynora wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Now there are two suspects in Blurghoot's death, Nimora and Kaelar. I do so love conterversy!
Only two? I count at least eight.
Main suspects then.

Heh. Who knows how many of their own people woulda wanted to get rid of those apes.


The triton sends a report to his superiors noting rumours that the Black Pearls are apparently blaming the government for forcing the nomads to attack them, in an effort to frame them for killing the nomads. The Black Pearls are said to be preparing a demand for money to the government if the King wants them to take the blame for killing Blurghoot and his companions.
Don't you just love organised crime?


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

Waiting at the omniportal is a familiar face.

"Running to, or from, my lady?"

"It seems as if your mother was willing to sell you to the Black to get what she wanted. With or without your permission, I'd like to see what type of place this Sandreef is."

She dials the omniportal to Sandreef and waits on Nimora.

"Running to. If the nomads attack Sandreef, it will be decimated. There are no defenses. I have to at least try to defend my people. And, since you insist," she says with a smile, "I would be glad of your company. And any advice you might be able to provide."


Whoa dudes....get a room already.


Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:

Waiting at the omniportal is a familiar face.

"Running to, or from, my lady?"

"It seems as if your mother was willing to sell you to the Black to get what she wanted. With or without your permission, I'd like to see what type of place this Sandreef is."

She dials the omniportal to Sandreef and waits on Nimora.

"Running to. If the nomads attack Sandreef, it will be decimated. There are no defenses. I have to at least try to defend my people. And, since you insist," she says with a smile, "I would be glad of your company. And any advice you might be able to provide."

"Other than kill all of your enemies before they kill you? Strategy is not my strong suit Lady Olbereth."

She whistles and a small sea serpant with a saddle swims over to them. Various weapons adorn the sides of the beast, yet she coos at it like it was a puppy. She mounts.

"Do you not have a mount?"


Sending to Nimora:

Spoiler:
I am sorry that we cannot seem to get a moments rest. Pls know that I do not hold you responsible for this mess. Politics, bah. But it is our duty that drives us. At least you and me.

I am two men now. One a king, one a simple artist in love. The man would join you in your defense of your home, just as you would do for me. The king must stay behind. Our city is too fragile right now.

I will send what aid I can. Though I fear that others may see that aid as an attempt to annex Sandreef.

All my love,
M


Saravin Bluefin wrote:

The triton sends a report to his superiors noting rumours that the Black Pearls are apparently blaming the government for forcing the nomads to attack them, in an effort to frame them for killing the nomads. The Black Pearls are said to be preparing a demand for money to the government if the King wants them to take the blame for killing Blurghoot and his companions.

Don't you just love organised crime?

Maybe it's the Black Pearls that are trying to undermine the new king by inciting another war. Taking advantage of the weakened government. Don't you just love politics? ;P


The city seethes with rumors and unrest. Dire portents are prophecized by the seers. People on the street murmur about the bad beginning of King Mirathan's reign. Some even are starting to call him 'King Mirathan the Unlucky'. Agents of the Black Pearl stir up unrest among the urban poor in the Sandflea District, the poorest part of the city.


Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:


She whistles and a small sea serpant with a saddle swims over to them. Various weapons adorn the sides of the beast, yet she coos at it like it was a puppy. She mounts.

"Do you not have a mount?"

Nimora laughs. "I am much faster on my own. Though I may still have a dolphin or two in my grandmother's stables."


... wrote:
The city seethes with rumors and unrest. Dire portents are prophecized by the seers. People on the street murmur about the bad beginning of King Mirathan's reign. Some even are starting to call him 'King Mirathan the Unlucky'. Agents of the Black Pearl stir up unrest among the urban poor in the Sandflea District, the poorest part of the city.

you're picking on him 'cause he has webbed digits, aren't you?

The reports start trickling in. Not only is there a city to rebuild, then these bizarre attacks, the threats to Pearl and Sandreef, and it only seems to get worse. The unlucky name he can handle, but the more distractions the less the city moves forward. Mirathan calls on the skills of his father's administration to fight 'fires' on all fronts, and prepare for another attack. These Black Pearls need to be dealt with, swiftly and harshly. And he knows just the elf.


Mirathan wrote:
And he knows just the elf.

And just as I get back to the Oasis too! Could be another elf, but if it was a sea-elf he wouldn't have said just elf. *sigh* I'm going to be so wrikled from being in the water to much...

Remember the comm crystal you have. Faster than sending an emissary.


The Bard wrote:
Mirathan wrote:
And he knows just the elf.

And just as I get back to the Oasis too! Could be another elf, but if it was a sea-elf he wouldn't have said just elf. *sigh* I'm going to be so wrikled from being in the water to much...

Remember the comm crystal you have. Faster than sending an emissary.

In his private chambers, away from prying ears save for Telestial, Mirathan uses the comm crystal to bring Kaelar up-to-date on the growing mess(es) and ask for help.

Spoiler:
Do you have any bardic connections in the Pearl? Some way of getting to the Black Pearl organization? They may be opportunists, or in league with the Black. Also, the attack on the surface delegates used dispel to drown them, so watch for that. Telestial will assist as needed.


Mirathan wrote:

In his private chambers, away from prying ears save for Telestial, Mirathan uses the comm crystal to bring Kaelar up-to-date on the growing mess(es) and ask for help.

** spoiler omitted **

"Of course I'll help."

Spoiler:
"As for my connections, I didn't even know the Pearl existed until a few days ago. I really should explore the seas more...
I may be able to infiltrate Black Pearl organization, and I'll have my rebreather and an artifact in case something goes wrong. I'm sure I'll be able to find one of their members and talk my way into the organization. Telestial's help will ba appreciated. My business on the surface is concluded, I'll be back in your city shortly." Soon he does indeed arrive. "Where do you wish I start?"

"Where do you wish I start?"


The Bard wrote:
Mirathan wrote:

In his private chambers, away from prying ears save for Telestial, Mirathan uses the comm crystal to bring Kaelar up-to-date on the growing mess(es) and ask for help.

** spoiler omitted **

"Of course I'll help."

** spoiler omitted **

"Where do you wish I start?"

Spoiler:
"If you can find out how much they're involved in this mess, and who's directing their recent activities related to it that'd be a great help. No small feat. Crime in elven communities, even underwater ones, is rarely this antagonistic. Something's driving them. Though I shouldn't say this - petty activities are going to happen, so I'm not even going to try to be ivory tower about them and go in bows ablazing."

"Awkward as it is, I need their help. At the least I need them stopped."

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