Author Topic: Death of an Artist - Game Thread (Read 50567 times)

Bozwevial · « **Reply #80 on:** July 14, 2009, 04:22:29 PM »

Eleanor accepts the drink, the smile back on her face. "I thought there was something odd about Lucy, but I don't think I've ever seen arcane abilities of such potency in a child her age!" The aristocratic woman turns her attention to the illusion she's conjured, watching it revolve slowly in front of Lucy's sparkling eyes. "As you can see, I've developed a few magical talents myself. Perhaps not quite as powerful as Lucy's, but..." She trails off, laughing slightly.

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #81 on:** July 17, 2009, 02:07:59 PM »

"So, tell me, what is it you and Lynel were discussing at the afterparty? Some sort of business arrangement?" Lemmy asks casually as he sits down next to Eleanor and takes a swig of whiskey.

Bozwevial · « **Reply #82 on:** July 17, 2009, 04:35:44 PM »

Eleanor frowns. "I'm not really sure I should mention it to you...It's not that I don't trust you, but the House would be very upset were the information to be leaked. One can never be sure that, say, one of your servants isn't working for a rival of ours. As you no doubt heard when I was berating the silly boy earlier, it is a business deal, but beyond that..."

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #83 on:** July 17, 2009, 04:43:03 PM »

"I understand, don't feel bad about it." Lemmy replies.

"I can assure you that noone of our personel works for anyone else then the band, though. We've never had any corporate ties, we pride ourselves on achieving the level of success we have nowadays all on our own, without corporate backing or sponsorship, succeeding and persevering (sic?; you know what I mean) because of our love of music." he reassures Eleanor.

"You know what they say, it's a long way to the top if you want to rock 'n' roll." he smirks as he finishes his glass of whiskey.

EDIT:
[spoiler]Diplomacy: 40[/spoiler]

Bozwevial · « **Reply #84 on:** August 03, 2009, 12:33:38 AM »

Eleanor's frown has vanished, to be replaced by a smile. "I've always admired that about you." She blushes, then hastily says, "I mean, your independence. This might sound silly, but I don't think I would have bothered to develop my magical gifts if I hadn't seen one of your concerts...I'm sorry, I'm babbling again.

I was talking to someone from Cannith because of an embarrassing incident. One of our family members ran off with a marked member of another House. So far, we've been able to track them as far as the borders of Riedra, but that's where the trouble begins. The Inspired ask a lot of awkward questions, and they don't always wait for an answer before they start reading minds.

My job was to find a way to get our people into Riedra to find our missing lovebirds, or to find someone who was capable. Officially, I was hiring a contractor to produce counter-espionage equipment. I didn't want to go through Cannith...they, too, are prone to questions, and there was always the danger that they'd find out what had happened somehow." Eleanor drains her own glass, looking somewhat defiantly at Lemmy.

Agita · « **Reply #85 on:** August 03, 2009, 08:55:48 AM »

Lucy looks up from the figment created be Eleanor with a puzzled look, apparently not quite understanding the problem. "What's wrong with running away?" To anyone knowing of her past, the question makes some sense, but to Eleanor it likely sounds like innocent ignorance.

Bozwevial · « **Reply #86 on:** August 03, 2009, 12:59:38 PM »

The aristocratic woman looks at Lucy, somewhat startled as though she had forgotten the girl was in the room. "Well, they're very important people. If they just disappear, people are going to ask a lot of questions. They might even blame us, and then we'd have...trouble. Lots of it."

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #87 on:** August 03, 2009, 03:33:50 PM »

"You know, in case you haven't noticed, we've got an airship at our disposal." Lemmy smirks as he gives Eleanor a refill, somewhat impressed by her attitude and tolerance for alcohol.

"Besides, it's been a while since we performed in Riedra.

What do you say, Edward, you think the crew's up for a little tour to the east?"

PhaedrusXY · « **Reply #88 on:** August 03, 2009, 04:07:47 PM »

A croaking, disembodied voice says "The crew is ready for whatever I tell them to be ready for. They'd gleefully fly us into the center of a volcano if I asked them to." The chuckling voice fades away and you can hear the bustle onboard the ship pick up.

Bozwevial · « **Reply #89 on:** August 05, 2009, 01:35:17 PM »

"You're serious? You plan to go after them?" Eleanor says, looking dazed. "One does not simply...fly into Riedra!"

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #90 on:** August 05, 2009, 02:10:27 PM »

"Well, there would ofcourse have to be some sort of compensation for our trouble and supplies and whatnot, but aside from that, I think it shouldn't be a problem. We've been to Riedra once or twice before, I think it should be doable to use a tour as cover for looking for your two runaways."

Agita · « **Reply #91 on:** August 05, 2009, 08:01:03 PM »

Lucy tilts her head at Eleanor's shocked remark, still looking puzzled. "Why not?" Can't we just fly in?, she asks Lemmy mentally. Regardless of an answer from either adult, she claps her hands and laughs happily. "Let's go to Riedra again! Last time was fun!" What she neglects to mention, of course, is that 'last time' featured a few charred skeletons and quite a bit of trouble with the local Inspired.

Bozwevial · « **Reply #92 on:** August 10, 2009, 09:57:11 PM »

"It's not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but you plan to leave right away? With no preparations--and of course, that man from Cannith still on board?"

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #93 on:** August 11, 2009, 07:55:40 AM »

"Ow no dear, we'll stay docked here for one or two days to load all the supplies we'll need on board and plan everything, it would be stupid to leave unprepared. In the meantime you can decide if you want to have Lynel join us or not."

Bozwevial · « **Reply #94 on:** August 11, 2009, 10:58:03 PM »

"The fewer people know about this, the better, and that includes Lynel," Eleanor says, rising decisively to her feet. "Do try to keep this a secret, as much as is possible."

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #95 on:** August 12, 2009, 05:51:01 AM »

"Ofcourse. Where are you off to?" Lemmy asks somewhat surprised as he sees Eleanor get ready to leave all of a sudden.

Bozwevial · « **Reply #96 on:** August 12, 2009, 10:03:33 PM »

"I have my own preparations to attend to, as I'm sure you imagine. I'll return once you're ready so we can leave quickly and discreetly...Will two days be sufficient?"

BowenSilverclaw · « **Reply #97 on:** August 13, 2009, 06:18:36 AM »

"Two days will be more than enough." Lemmy replies as he gets up and starts to lead Eleanor of the airship, offering her his arm as he goes.

Agita · « **Reply #98 on:** August 13, 2009, 09:12:38 AM »

Lucy hasn't exactly listened to most of the conversation, so she is oblivious to the fact that there are 'preparations' to attend to - but if Lynel is the only thing holding them back, she knows just the solution. But first, a little fun. As Eleanor turns to leave, she lands next to the Cannith emissary and gives him a hug. "Bye-bye, mistuh Lynel!"
However, Lynel hears something decidedly less cheerful and terrifying, coming from inside his head. Drop your pants.

[spoiler]Using Naberius' Command telepathically to tell Lynel to drop his pants - while Eleanor is still present and he is in a compromising position relative to Lucy.

Will save DC 17.[/spoiler]

Bozwevial · « **Reply #99 on:** August 17, 2009, 10:29:29 AM »

The terrible compulsion of Naberius causes Lynel to reach down promptly and undo the clasp of his pants. For the second time that day, the belt buckle clanks onto the floor in a heap of cloth. The short-lived magical force fades away, leaving Lynel horribly aware of the compromising position he finds himself in. For a moment, he stands frozen with shock and embarrassment, eyes darting to the nearby Eleanor, who has stopped walking and whose face has rapidly passed through disgust and indignation to settle upon pure, undiluted rage. Lynel backs away from Lucy quickly, but trips over his discarded pants and lands heavily on the deck. He struggles to simultaneously pull them up and flee as Eleanor takes step after deliberate step towards him, eventually kneeling beside him and grabbing his throat with one hand.

[spoiler]Feel free to intervene. Or don't![/spoiler]

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Author Topic: Death of an Artist - Game Thread (Read 50567 times)