[Adventure] A Call for Lovers (DM: jbear Judge:Lord Sessadore)

As you open the hatch, the tip of a rapier pokes out and a male voice shouts, "Back! You'll not take me alive!" As his eyes adjust to the light that floods into where he is hidden, a young, fit man lowers his blade. His expression changes from one of determined anger to one of confusion.


" Do I know you?" he says. "Do you know Juliana?" The young man climbs out of the shaft and looks at you in bewilderment. You suspect the man is Orlando Tamora, but his hair is silver like that of the old man in the painting in this room. Also one of his eyes is blue, and the other is green.
 

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Rain studies the human intently. She doesn't know quite know how to break it to Orlando-Porpherio that his love was a prisoner and that an assassin had been set on his path. She considers using her magic to set to the story straight, but hopes that perhaps a sense of urgency might work.

"We've met Juliana briefly and wish her no harm, nor you, but there are others that seek your death both by error and by purpose. We are here to return you to your father if we can, but first we'd like to lead you away from this place. Sir Oakstaff told us where to find you; he's off teaching an archfey the errors of his impulsive ways. An assassin is on your trail; likely very close."
 

The man's eyes grow wide and wild at Rain´s words.

"Someone seeks to hurt Juliana? By both error and on purpose! Why that makes no sense! Where is she? Is she with you!? Her father is here? You want to take her to him and lead me away, away from my Water Palace? Why? No! Why? Isn´t it beautiful here? Magnificent, isn't it? Sir Oakstaff ... my old friend ... came and took me away. He came and fetched me from the hill top where I awoke with the lady with eyes like the sun. He brought me here this morning, saying I'd be safe. He is an ent of honour! He would not lie to me about this! When I heard you coming, I hid in ... well, there.... ehem .... what was I saying? ... Do I know you?"

The man does not seem very coherent.
 

Wat speaks in a soothing voice.

"Relax my friend. By some trick of magic you, Orlando now share body, mind, and therefore fate with one of this realm named Propherio. Likewise Juliana and Propherio's lover Caerwyn. An evil witch of this realm has sought to do harm to you and to her. She has sent her lieutenant after you. While Oakstaff is correct that he cannot harm you here, he can ensorcel minds of others who can. Plus another fey Lord of this realm has learned of the witch's plan and took a drastic course to prevent it. He has sent a relative of his, an assassin, after you. I have no doubt that this assassin could find you here as well. We were fortunate to find you first, but it is no longer safe for you here...

Still, we are very weary from our travels. We had to fight many battles to make it this far. Time flows more quickly here than outside. It may be possible to rest here and regain our strength before anyone else can find us, but then we must leave this place and reunite you with Juliana. There are people that can protect you while we take care of the witch and rescue your love."

Diplomacy (1d20+11=26)... Plus whatever Sabynha can do to help.
 
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Sabynha feels Wat's unspoken invitation.

"His words are both wise and true," the vistani speaks with serenity and warmth.

"We mean to keep both you and your lover safe from harm, and return control of this place to its rightful guardians." She conspicuously avoided speaking to one half over the other and tried to use words that both halves would respond to.

[sblock=diplomancy]Aid Another on Wat's diplomacy check: 1d20+12=17

Also note that due to my half-elf racial feature, I grant all allies within 10 squares a +1 bonus to diplomacy checks, so Wat actually got a 27, or a 29 if Sabynha was successful in aiding him (if it's 10 + 1/2 level, she is).[/sblock]
 

OOC: Wat is also a half-elf which means he has a +2 racial bonus to Diplomacy which is better than the +1 racial bonus we give everyone else because of Group Diplomacy.
 


The two half elves' words have a visible effect on Orlando/Porpherio's body, the tension uncoiling for a moment.

"I am Porpherio, aren't I? But something more, someone more. Orlando... Caerwyn...? Juliana ...."

His head falls and his body begins to shudder. "A mist grips my mind. Her face ... I can't see her face." The distraught man rubs his head and kneads his fingers through his hair as though somehow this might free his memories from the mist that grips him in confusion. If only our adventurers had some image of Orlando's lover ... but wait ... perhaps they did!
 


It only takes a few moments for the adventurers to find the locket from the pool. As soon as it is opened and Orlando's eyes alight on the image of his beloved, he breathes a sigh of relief and tears spill from his eyes.

"Thank you" he says simply, taking the locket and gazing at the image. "I remember now. The horned one ... Kalbon, and the hag Soryth and her blue skinned fiends captured us almost as soon as we emerged from the Crystal Cave. It must have been three or four days ago. The villains took us to a hidden place and held us prisoner for a day, maybe two.

Then the fiend bound us and took us to a garden house on the palace roof. The hag started to sing strange words, but soon after, a green giant rushed into the room alongside numerous fey. I got free during the struggle... and then ... and then my memory fails me again."
For the first time he regards you with clear eyes.

"The hag and her fiend seek to take control of my Garden. They have realised that by absorbing the sleeping souls of my wife and myself without destroying them they could, for all intents and purposes as far as the laws of the island are concerned, become us.
The wards I laid upon our tombs prevented them from taking both souls completely. To avoid setting off the strongest wards, they
absorbed only a small part of each of our souls. Thus, the villains gained an imperfect control over the isle. The hag learned that to complete her vile work, she needed the souls of two other lovers, one human and one fey, like ourselves.


With such victims, Soryth could combine all four souls, absorbing enough of us to command the island, with enough left over to fill the tomb with sleeping souls to fool my wards.


Soryth used her powers and my secret crossing in the Crystal Cave to send forth dreams into the minds of suitable lovers. Orlando. Juliana.

I know I should be dead alongside Caerwyn. But my soul inside Orlando ... and Kalbon.
But enough talking. You say the witch has Juliana still. Then she has Caerwyn too. We must rescue her!"

 

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