Author Topic: Death of an Artist - Game Thread (Read 50553 times)

PhaedrusXY · « **Reply #260 on:** February 13, 2010, 04:18:20 PM »

"Of course, Lem." Ed says, as the ramp begins to descend.

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #261 on:** February 13, 2010, 04:48:18 PM »

"With any luck, they will know better than to delay us." Nax offered with his arms crossed.

PhaedrusXY · « **Reply #262 on:** February 13, 2010, 05:04:09 PM »

Eddie's disembodied voice chuckles at Nax's arrogance. "Didn't you say you were from Sarlona? That's not really how things work around here..."

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #263 on:** February 13, 2010, 05:47:33 PM »

"I've been asleep for a few hundred years. I suppose things can change."

Bozwevial · « **Reply #264 on:** February 13, 2010, 10:08:49 PM »

The figures approach the ramp and walk silently up to the deck of the airship. As they remove their protective garments, it becomes clear that these are kalashtar rather than the Inspired--and twins, at that. One of the kalashtar turns to Lucy and bows gravely, while the other inclines his head towards the rest of the group on deck. In a clear voice, he says "Greetings, travelers. May I ask what causes you to dare the voyage to Riedra?"

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #265 on:** February 22, 2010, 02:06:01 AM »

"We are a travelling band of musicians seeking an audience. As a matter of fact, we have a show scheduled at... what was that town's name again?" In his speech, Nax makes it a point to keep his top hat lowered as he turns to the others for confirmation.

Bozwevial · « **Reply #266 on:** March 10, 2010, 09:40:33 PM »

[spoiler]Shit, I was waiting for someone else to cut in...

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"A band of musicians?" In unison, the kalashtar turn to regard each other, their expressions blank. "'Tis unusual for troubadours to enter Riedra...the Inspired are less than cordial hosts." Their gazes travel across the crewmembers one by one, lingering on Lucy and Nax.

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #267 on:** March 10, 2010, 09:51:10 PM »

"Would you care for a demonstration? I promise you I won't try anything." Nax pointed out simply.

"Can someone lend me a guitar?"

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #268 on:** March 11, 2010, 06:34:17 PM »

"I'll get one from the lounge." Mikkey Dee offers before returning after about a minute with one of the guitars that are usually lying around.

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #269 on:** March 11, 2010, 08:28:43 PM »

"Thank you, Mikkey. With your pardon..."

The "child" tests the cords for a few moments. Once he's content with their tuning, his fingertips begin to roam about the instrument's length.

It is a sight at once of beauty and dazzlement. Nax's solo is nothing short of absolutely perfect. His strumming leaves all but the most observant of eyes unable to accompany without sense of dizziness, while his left arm caresses the guitar's own with nigh-supernatural ability. Not one note is out of place, not a single chord is struck in vain. One has to wonder why the guitar doesn't light itself on fire.

Back in his own epoch, Nax would best be described as ahead of his own time. Today, he seemed to rock it old school - and old school has seldom looked this good.

[spoiler]Perform Check (1d20+17=36) That good enough for ya?

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #270 on:** March 11, 2010, 10:37:45 PM »

The kalashtar are seemingly impressed with the solo.

In point of fact, impressed is hardly the word to use. The blank faces of the pair crinkle in disbelief as the "child" blazes a path up and down the fretboard, then break into smiles that finally allow onlookers to tell the pair apart. Their posture relaxes from its stiffness as Nax effortlessly makes the guitar wail and sing, and the toes of one of the duo even begin to tap. As Nax finishes with an elaborate flourish, the pair break into enthusiastic applause, grinning.

"Bravo! Splendidly done!" one of the pair calls out.
"Indeed, 'twas most masterful," the other agrees. "Though it does raise the question why performers of your caliber would be playing in Riedra, where your talents will surely go to waste?"

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #271 on:** March 12, 2010, 12:39:24 AM »

"Is it not obvious? It would be in Riedra that our talents are required the most! Would that we could change the faces of all there with smiles such as your own, kind sir." Nax replied with a boyish grin. It was somewhere between a smile of true appreciation for the applause, and a slight hint of cockiness showing through.

[spoiler]Would you like fries... I mean, a bluff check with that?

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #272 on:** March 12, 2010, 01:41:44 AM »

[spoiler]If you'd be so kind.

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Kuroimaken · « **Reply #273 on:** March 12, 2010, 01:44:59 AM »

[spoiler]It's true, they really need us! (1d20+13=28) Hmmm. Not so sure they'll fall for that one.

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #274 on:** March 12, 2010, 02:13:34 AM »

One of the kalashtar tilts his head. "I suspect it might take a bit more than music to change the hearts and...minds of the Riedrans. Even such music as that." His words are slow and deliberate, chosen with care. His companion shifts slightly, almost as though he were nervous or agitated.

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #275 on:** March 12, 2010, 11:22:53 AM »

"We will not know until we try it, good sirs. Keep in mind I am only one member of this band. My companions are at the very least as skilled as I am in musical matters - if not more." Nax offered simply. "It is said that songs can calm the heart of beasts - but what is not said is that it can also thaw the hearts of men. We appreciate your concern for our safety, however."

Bozwevial · « **Reply #276 on:** March 12, 2010, 06:29:07 PM »

"Thaw the hearts of men..." one of the kalashtar murmurs. He seems lost in thought, though his companion looks wary of this newfound mood. At last, the first kalashtar turns to his companion and says thoughtfully, "Do you think they have a chance?"

"Brother, calm yourself!" the other kalashtar interjects frantically. "We know nothing of their true motives..."

"Have you ever heard one of them or their ilk make such music? No, they can help us. They must help us." A fire burns in the eyes of the first kalashtar, and his mouth is set in determination.

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #277 on:** March 12, 2010, 06:38:22 PM »

"Help you with what, exactly, boys?" Lemmy asks curiously.

"You boys want a drink by the way, we haven't been very good hosts so far."

Kuroimaken · « **Reply #278 on:** March 12, 2010, 06:45:35 PM »

"Clearly now, you've piqued our curiosities. Please, do tell more!" Nax replies with a healthy dose of curious enthusiasm.

"Oh yes, Lemmy has a point as well." The young man agrees.

PhaedrusXY · « **Reply #279 on:** March 12, 2010, 07:04:58 PM »

[spoiler]Sense Motive from
Eddie (uses Inquisitor): 1d20+20=37
Felix: 1d20+17=23

Eddie suspects these guys are full of crap and are trying to bait us into revealing that we're actually spies or something. That, or they're plants that were sent to do the same thing, but actually believe what they're saying. Either way, we shouldn't tell them anything at all, no matter what they say, even if they believe whatever it is they say.

I'm not sure how he could communicate this discreetly to his allies, though, given that they're all under the effects of Mind Blank...[/spoiler]

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