Essess/Bredonshire/Bredpm
Sunday, Emperorweek, 1 Moon/8:20 PM
Weather: 67 F; Light wind
Round 0
Ghaves shook his head, but withdrew his hand from his sword.
“It is not my family I care about,” he said.
“I am the last of my line. But Irene is the great-granddaughter of the Duke of Essess and rightful heir to the duchy. Her entire family was reported slaughtered in the revolution. Only a very few of the remaining nobles know the secret. If certain factions in this country found out, Irene would be murdered, as her family was. Irene herself does not even know. That is why I sent for the documents. She is getting entirely too close to that Curdy fellow. He is a nice enough chap, but we cannot be having the ducal house marrying a commoner. She needs to know the truth, and all that her duties as Duchess of Essess entail.”
Sir Ledet took a breath.
“I think you for returning these to me. The Duchy owes you a great debt, and you will surely be remembered when Irene sits once more on the throne. You are a noble from Helveki, however. I am not sure how much I should trust you to keep Irene’s secret.”
Ghaves carefully rolled up the parchment and put it back inside its oiled leather case where it would be safe.
***
Alene laughed.
“My mother was a simple house servant to Sir Ledet,” she said slipping her arm around Mindra as they headed toward the inn. On the way, they stopped at the circle forming around the large bonfire. Townsfolk were throwing in their intentions, and the incense created a sweet, aromatic smoke as their prayers went up to Sehanine, or Paladine, or whatever god to whom they prayed. Glancing at Mindra, Alene through in her intention.
When they were through, they walked toward the inn again, and Alene waited outside for the lovely elf. Soon they were walking alone through the narrow, winding streets of Bredon in the dark. They weren’t the only couple seeking shadows, as they passed a few in amorous embraces.
They reached a small cottage, and Alene pulled the latch, letting them inside. She lit a lamp by the door.
“It is not much, and I do not spend a lot of time here, but it is home,” Alene said, lifting the lamp so Mindra could look around.
The cottage was a simple affair, two rooms, the living room and the bedroom, which could be seen through the door with a single bed that would be a cozy fit for two. The cottage was rather Spartan, with few furnishings. Besides the bed, the bedroom had a small wardrobe and footlocker. In the outer room was a table and chairs pulled near the fire. Against the wall leaned several stacks of painted canvases, covered a bit by clothes to protect from sunlight, an easel, and some painter’s supplies tucked away in a corner.
“You can have the bed,” Alene said as she knelt to stir up the fire.
“I can put out my bedroll here, or go up to the barracks.” She glanced up at Mindra, firelight dancing hopefully in her green eyes.
[MENTION=5044]Charwoman Gene[/MENTION]
[MENTION=31754]Lord Twig[/MENTION]
[MENTION=15132]Steve Gorak[/MENTION]
[MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION]
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[sblock=Map]
https://drive.google.com/open?id=16S74xUTdEk9Dk91CPQ1ebvU7SZ-vWtuY
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[sblock=Status]
Coriana (+2) AC 15 15/15 PP 14 Devil’s Sight
Liam (+2) AC 14 18/18 PP 14 Devil’s Sight
Mindra (+4) AC 15 19/19 PP 18 Darkvision
Theremin (+5) AC 15 19/19 PP 14 Darkvision
Sayine (+2) AC 15 14/14 PP 11 Darkvision
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[sblock=Notes]
Initiative:
Player Average:
Enemy Average:
Survival:
Marching Order: Mindra, Liam, Theremin (Sayine), Coriana
Travel Pace:
Travel activity:
Light: Daylight
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[sblock=Loot]
80 gp (Coriana)
1500 sp (Coriana)
2300 cp (Coriana)
Eversmoking Bottle (Liam)
8 doses of essence of dreamlily (Mindra)
Chalcedony necklace (2 stones)(Mindra)
Chrysophase (green gem)(50 gp)(Coriana)
Genealogical documents of Irene’s heritage (Theremin?)
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