Sic_Pixie
First Post
Grembor gets lucky
They all meet up again for lunch; sitting in the dining room and comparing notes; Grembor passes over the information he gained from the Stablemaster while Sayuri fills them in with the information gained from Duristan. Sitting at one of the other tables is the Markiza and her hound Ostovach; Grembor approaches the pair to question the Markiza. Talking to them Grembor is assured that they know nothing of much help to the party.
After lunch they decide to talk to Madame Ivanja after some argument; Grembor is all for storming into her tower and asking them at the point of a dagger while Sayuri is of a more reserved approach and would like to just talk to Madame Ivanja without threatening her in any way. Sayuri wins the argument and Zordlan is dispatched to request Madame Ivanja presents herself to Sayuri to provide a reading.
Pringle heads to the library and speaks to Estovion requesting information on the werewolves of the Shudderwood; smiling he directs him to a set of old journals that have been collected from various sources. Pringle heads to the section indicated and starts reading.
Gembor in disgust heads to the kitchen and grabs a couple of bottles of their best wine; heading to the stables he proudly displays his bottles and requests the Stablemaster (mistress) takes the rest of the day off and spend some time with him. She sadly informs him that her duties prevent her taking an afternoon off but she could possibly take as break in about 30 minutes. Grembor suggests they meet up in the maze where they can have ‘Lunch’ smiling she agrees and Grembor heads off to the kitchen to find some food left over from their lunch and heads into the maze to await the stablemaster.
Knocking on the door to the watchtower; the door is opened by a guardsman. Zordlan is advised by the guardsman that Madame Ivanja does not respond to summons and that if someone requires a reading they should come here. Zordlan returned to the group who were waiting around outside trying to not look at all suspicious; some manage this better than others. Zordlan advises Sayuri who with a sigh nods her head and follows Zordlan back to the tower so she can have a chat with the Madame.
Knocking on the door again it is answered by a stunningly beautiful woman who is dressed in the Varisian Gypsy style. Long dark faintly curly hair with large expressive dark eyes; slender with the sultry curves which undulate across the room and make pulses race. However Sayuri is not affected by this so much as Zordlan is and she is right down to business asking for a Harrow reading. Madame Ivanja looks the pair up and down, then nods and gestures they should enter. Following her swaying form up the stairs to her room Sayuri has to elbow Zordlan a couple of times to keep his eyes on the stairs and not elsewhere.
Slinking into her reading room she sits herself gracefully into a chair at a silk draped round table. Taking out an ornate deck of cards she extracts several and lays them all face down on the table. Passing her hand over the cards she mutters some arcane sounding phrases and then indicates that Sayuri and Zordlan should take a card each. Sayuri picks the Carnival while Zordlan chooses the Midwife. Ivanja looks at the pair closely before uttering the foretelling that “they must face a powerful force yet unseen that is manipulating the current situation, both in the Shudderwood and beyond. This force is steadily growing in both power and malevolence, and has the potential to threaten Ustalav and the indeed the whole world, yet that they are ultimately destined to have a hand in determining its fate.” Sayuri and Zordlan exchange glances then look back towards Ivanja.
Asking her about other people who have visited they are informed that she will not divulge any information regarding the clients of her or others within her employ. The two guards standing behind Ivanja both re-enforce her feelings with admirable conviction; both Sayuri and Zordlan leave feeling very much that they have learnt nothing.
Grembor waiting within the maze with a small hamper of exquisite food and a pair of bottle of fine wine is soon rewarded by the sounds of someone moving through the maze towards his location; turning round the corner is the stable master; her long curled red/auburn hair tucked behind one ear where it’s not caught in a leather thong. Her slight frame corded with muscle from her daily toils in the stables; her legs strong from taming and controlling her charges. The gait is confidant; her dark eyes glinting with amusement to see Grembor lounging on the stone seat swinging a bottle from one hand.
Nudging the hamper with his foot; Quiene (Stablemaster) catches it up in one hand and peeks inside; grabbing one of the sausages within she takes a hungry bite and chews; swallowing the meat down with a swig from the wine bottle. Grembor grins rising to his feet and caresses her cheek hooking a stray hair behind her other ear; Quiene grabs his jerkin and pulls him towards her; as their lips meet a crescendo of music seems to rise around them. Those outside of the maze hear the unmistakeable sounds of enjoyment from within the maze and share wondering glances at the originators of the happy sounds.
Sayuri meets up with Pringle within the library; Pringle has been looking onto information there contained within traveller’s journals which he has been going through for most of the afternoon. They are a confusing muddle of badly written pages bound into a jumble of assorted books and left in a disorganised pile within a corner of the library. However this pile of books does turn up some useful information in the form of one journal; the journal’s author, an unnamed worshiper of Desna, recorded several entries describing his pilgrimage to an ancient, abandoned temple of Desna and observatory in the Shudderwood known as the Stairs of the Moon. The journal includes a description of the temple, but the details of its exact location are frustratingly vague. These pages are bookmarked with a folded piece of paper, scribbled with a faded note reading, “See ‘Halo of Dreams’ on page 322 that’s filed under Religion upstairs.” If this note is current then it would refer to Estovion’s office which resides above the library. Knocking on Estovion’s door Pringle requests if he could see the books in there and is advised that he is too busy to bother with such matters before the door is closed in his face; it is at this time that Sayuri walks in.
Sayuri and Pringle talk over the find and Sayuri heads up to ask Estovion about the book; Estovion answers the door and enquires to her business as he is very busy. Sayuri requests if he has a book called ‘Halo of Dreams’ but Estovion denies all knowledge of this book. Sayuri is not convinced however but allows Estovion to go as the door is shut again with finality. Cocking her head to one side she thought for a moment she heard a scream coming from outside. The library is looking out over the maze so it’s likely it came from there. She dismisses it with a thought and returns to talking to Pringle.
Grembor finishes buttoning up his shirt; wincing slightly as it brushes up against the wounds just recently inflicted in the energetic antics Quiene and himself have just been engaged in. Quiene leaves smiling as she walks with a happy stride back to her stables to look after her horses while Grembor takes a joyful though tired walk into the Lodge to look for the rest of his team; Hamper and mostly empty bottle swinging by his side.
They all meet up again for lunch; sitting in the dining room and comparing notes; Grembor passes over the information he gained from the Stablemaster while Sayuri fills them in with the information gained from Duristan. Sitting at one of the other tables is the Markiza and her hound Ostovach; Grembor approaches the pair to question the Markiza. Talking to them Grembor is assured that they know nothing of much help to the party.
After lunch they decide to talk to Madame Ivanja after some argument; Grembor is all for storming into her tower and asking them at the point of a dagger while Sayuri is of a more reserved approach and would like to just talk to Madame Ivanja without threatening her in any way. Sayuri wins the argument and Zordlan is dispatched to request Madame Ivanja presents herself to Sayuri to provide a reading.
Pringle heads to the library and speaks to Estovion requesting information on the werewolves of the Shudderwood; smiling he directs him to a set of old journals that have been collected from various sources. Pringle heads to the section indicated and starts reading.
Gembor in disgust heads to the kitchen and grabs a couple of bottles of their best wine; heading to the stables he proudly displays his bottles and requests the Stablemaster (mistress) takes the rest of the day off and spend some time with him. She sadly informs him that her duties prevent her taking an afternoon off but she could possibly take as break in about 30 minutes. Grembor suggests they meet up in the maze where they can have ‘Lunch’ smiling she agrees and Grembor heads off to the kitchen to find some food left over from their lunch and heads into the maze to await the stablemaster.
Knocking on the door to the watchtower; the door is opened by a guardsman. Zordlan is advised by the guardsman that Madame Ivanja does not respond to summons and that if someone requires a reading they should come here. Zordlan returned to the group who were waiting around outside trying to not look at all suspicious; some manage this better than others. Zordlan advises Sayuri who with a sigh nods her head and follows Zordlan back to the tower so she can have a chat with the Madame.
Knocking on the door again it is answered by a stunningly beautiful woman who is dressed in the Varisian Gypsy style. Long dark faintly curly hair with large expressive dark eyes; slender with the sultry curves which undulate across the room and make pulses race. However Sayuri is not affected by this so much as Zordlan is and she is right down to business asking for a Harrow reading. Madame Ivanja looks the pair up and down, then nods and gestures they should enter. Following her swaying form up the stairs to her room Sayuri has to elbow Zordlan a couple of times to keep his eyes on the stairs and not elsewhere.
Slinking into her reading room she sits herself gracefully into a chair at a silk draped round table. Taking out an ornate deck of cards she extracts several and lays them all face down on the table. Passing her hand over the cards she mutters some arcane sounding phrases and then indicates that Sayuri and Zordlan should take a card each. Sayuri picks the Carnival while Zordlan chooses the Midwife. Ivanja looks at the pair closely before uttering the foretelling that “they must face a powerful force yet unseen that is manipulating the current situation, both in the Shudderwood and beyond. This force is steadily growing in both power and malevolence, and has the potential to threaten Ustalav and the indeed the whole world, yet that they are ultimately destined to have a hand in determining its fate.” Sayuri and Zordlan exchange glances then look back towards Ivanja.
Asking her about other people who have visited they are informed that she will not divulge any information regarding the clients of her or others within her employ. The two guards standing behind Ivanja both re-enforce her feelings with admirable conviction; both Sayuri and Zordlan leave feeling very much that they have learnt nothing.
Grembor waiting within the maze with a small hamper of exquisite food and a pair of bottle of fine wine is soon rewarded by the sounds of someone moving through the maze towards his location; turning round the corner is the stable master; her long curled red/auburn hair tucked behind one ear where it’s not caught in a leather thong. Her slight frame corded with muscle from her daily toils in the stables; her legs strong from taming and controlling her charges. The gait is confidant; her dark eyes glinting with amusement to see Grembor lounging on the stone seat swinging a bottle from one hand.
Nudging the hamper with his foot; Quiene (Stablemaster) catches it up in one hand and peeks inside; grabbing one of the sausages within she takes a hungry bite and chews; swallowing the meat down with a swig from the wine bottle. Grembor grins rising to his feet and caresses her cheek hooking a stray hair behind her other ear; Quiene grabs his jerkin and pulls him towards her; as their lips meet a crescendo of music seems to rise around them. Those outside of the maze hear the unmistakeable sounds of enjoyment from within the maze and share wondering glances at the originators of the happy sounds.
Sayuri meets up with Pringle within the library; Pringle has been looking onto information there contained within traveller’s journals which he has been going through for most of the afternoon. They are a confusing muddle of badly written pages bound into a jumble of assorted books and left in a disorganised pile within a corner of the library. However this pile of books does turn up some useful information in the form of one journal; the journal’s author, an unnamed worshiper of Desna, recorded several entries describing his pilgrimage to an ancient, abandoned temple of Desna and observatory in the Shudderwood known as the Stairs of the Moon. The journal includes a description of the temple, but the details of its exact location are frustratingly vague. These pages are bookmarked with a folded piece of paper, scribbled with a faded note reading, “See ‘Halo of Dreams’ on page 322 that’s filed under Religion upstairs.” If this note is current then it would refer to Estovion’s office which resides above the library. Knocking on Estovion’s door Pringle requests if he could see the books in there and is advised that he is too busy to bother with such matters before the door is closed in his face; it is at this time that Sayuri walks in.
Sayuri and Pringle talk over the find and Sayuri heads up to ask Estovion about the book; Estovion answers the door and enquires to her business as he is very busy. Sayuri requests if he has a book called ‘Halo of Dreams’ but Estovion denies all knowledge of this book. Sayuri is not convinced however but allows Estovion to go as the door is shut again with finality. Cocking her head to one side she thought for a moment she heard a scream coming from outside. The library is looking out over the maze so it’s likely it came from there. She dismisses it with a thought and returns to talking to Pringle.
Grembor finishes buttoning up his shirt; wincing slightly as it brushes up against the wounds just recently inflicted in the energetic antics Quiene and himself have just been engaged in. Quiene leaves smiling as she walks with a happy stride back to her stables to look after her horses while Grembor takes a joyful though tired walk into the Lodge to look for the rest of his team; Hamper and mostly empty bottle swinging by his side.