Episode 13: It's My Party and I'll Snub Who I Want To...
Time Elapsed: 6/21 - 6/24/495 A.I.
Summary
The next few weeks found the group largely at loose ends. Nicasia had received an invitation to an elaborate costume ball to be held at the private estate of Baroness Vivian Avorina Baras, to whom she had been introduced by Brec, the Baron of Tavia’s personal Bard. But the event itself was still a ways off, and the party were happy for some days of relaxation for the most part. Everyone had business of their own to attend to; Martaine was busy with the orphanage, Theordorus at the College, and Aoelif discovered that she had developed an interest in conducting business of a somewhat more intimate nature with Ingolf.
Ingolf contacted Brec and gave her a brief report of what had transpired in Rolgulka. He had hoped the bard would have some insights into Vihar and Zlata, particularly into their relationship. Brec was able to tell him that seemingly all Rolgulkan males of noble stature have a magic-wielding consort or concubine, and that it seemed almost as if they were all drawn from the ranks of some organization of official consorts. But as to the particulars of Vihar and Zlata’s relationship, she had little insight.
When the day of the Baroness’ costume ball arrived, the characters were an odd looking bunch. In a bit of role-reversal, Martaine dressed as a fool and Ingolf a monk. Harkening back to her experience with Crossbyr the Druid, Aoelif opted to costume herself as a hound. Theodorus made himself up as a Knight and Nicasia draped herself in flowing crimson, orange and yellow silks and titled herself a Burning Flame. Zaccara, somewhat at a loss for inspiration, had crafted the most hideous mask he could manage and went as – himself. A rented carriage arrived shortly after dark and whisked the lot of them off to the Baroness’ estate.
Most if not all of the Tavian nobility were present, including Ducalion, the Secretary of Luminaries, who was dressed as a giant lantern, and Magistrate Cyrus, with who the group were already acquainted and who none of them were surprised to see camped out near the alcohol. Sir Eudamon, Baron Flavius’ boorish brother-in-law, was also in attendance, dressed rather outlandishly as Apollo, the Sylan god of the sun. Baron Flavius, the ruler of the city, and his wife Gala were conspicuously absent, however Earl Iustus Avouris Pleustes, the man the Baron replaced, was present. The Earl was dressed as a sort of apple tree, and surrounded at all times by any number of sycophantic supporters. He made Theodorus quite uncomfortable by inquiring after the exact circumstances of his being named as a Friend of House Admenes – Baron Flavius’ household. Theodorus was forced to assert repeatedly that his service to the Baron had been inspired only by his desire to serve the Empire, not by any particular love or enmity for either the Baron’s or the Earl’s households.
As the evening wore on, the guests all became increasingly high spirited and occasionally indiscreet. Sir Eudamon made numerous unwelcome advances on many of the noble ladies present, and also encouraged everyone he spoke with to be sure to let him know about the “real” party should they stumble onto it. Eudamon was convinced that somewhere on the estate were being offered entertainments of a more sophisticated nature, but that this second party was only open to a chosen few. Why he hadn’t been properly informed of this by the hostess was a mystery only to Eudamon. Magistrate Cyrus made numerous attempts to breach the bulwark of Baroness Vivian’s discretion, but found himself rebuffed at every turn. Eudamon’s commiseration didn’t seem to assuage the Magistrate’s bruised ego in the slightest.
Nicasia and Theodorus made the most of the event, meeting and mingling with the various well-heeled members of the Tavian aristocracy. Ingolf was more or less bored by the hob-knobbing, but his displeasure at the foolish subtleties of human politics was more than compensated for by the excellent quality of wine available, a resource which Aoelif also took advantage of. Martaine was his normal boring tee-totaling self, though he did refrain from spoiling anyone else’s good time. Ingolf amused himself for a while by introducing Theordorus to everyone present as “the well known elven bard Ingolf Egilson” and himself as “Theodorus, wizard without compare” but even this game got old quickly, particularly with Theodorus contradicting him at every turn.
Around midnight, things took a turn for the bizarre. Theodorus opted to take some air in the Baroness’ immaculate garden. He was astonished to feel the tell-tale brush of groping fingers, followed by the sudden lightening of his purse, as he pushed his way past a seemingly tipsy member of the Baroness’ household guard. Without a moment’s hesitation the young mage attempted to enchant the cutpurse, but the very young-looking guard shook off the effects and foolishly tried to buy Theodorus silence. This served only to enrage him, and the cries of “thief!” soon echoed across the courtyard.
Zaccara and Aoelif responded at once, as did a number of the Baroness’ guards. The would-be thief vaulted to the roof in an attempt to make an escape, but Zaccara and Aoelif were hot on his heels and in no time he was on the ground without the garden wall, bruised and battered. Moments later, he was on the ground inside the walls, when Zaccara quickly used his unseelie powers to grow to his full 9’ height and hurl the young man back over the wall. By lucky chance, the unconscious lad landed directly atop Sir Eudamon, who quickly attempted to claim credit for stopping the would-be thief.
Everyone was quite impressed with Zaccara’s feat of strength, although thanks to the intervening garden wall none had seen his sudden transformation from six feet tall to nine and back. Baroness Vivian had the young thief – a cimbri, as it turned out – quickly removed and locked in her cellar for later inquiry. Eudamon tried as best he could to convince those who hadn’t seen what truly transpired that he had been responsible for the cimbri lad’s capture. Many guests discovered that their own purses had gone missing, and a great deal of coinage was recovered from the unconscious form of the cimbri before he was hauled off.
After a bit, things quieted down somewhat, and most of the party goers settled back into their previous routines, though Zaccara’s prodigious strength was a topic of conversation for quite some time. Eudamon, after being rebuffed by all of the noble women present, turned his attentions to Aoelif with different results. Perhaps from ignorance of his intentions, or else from simple mischievousness, she agreed to accompany him to his “private hunting lodge” nearby. Even when informed of his likely plans by Theodorus she persisted, leading Ingolf to speculate that she indeed intended to sleep with him. Nicasia, however, was fearful for her friends reputation, and perhaps not realizing that such things were more or less inconsequential to the fae she decided at the last moment to accompany her as a sort of chaperone. The three of them departed together along with Eudamon’s entourage, much to the surprise of several of the nobles present.
They returned less than an hour later, seemingly unmolested but somewhat footsore. This unexpected turn of events was rather all that anyone was talking about for the rest of the evening, and many theories as to what had transpired were put forth. No one failed to notice that the boorish Eudamon had not returned with them, but neither was anyone particularly sorry about this. Later, the two women related what had transpired.
Eudamon, true to form, began pressing his attentions on Aoelif as soon as the carriage was underway. What Aoelif’s exact plans when she agreed to accompany Eudamon were only she could say for sure, but she had no intention of satisfying his desires right then and there. When she protested, he simply became more insistent, and eventually Nicasia was forced to take drastic action and coshed him over the head. Though the blow was not sufficient to knock him out, it was more than enough to derail him from his course of action. Eudamon, indignant at being so treated, turned the two women out several miles away and drove on; they were forced to walk back. This unsavory turn of events put rather a damper on everyone’s spirits, and the group elected to depart not long after. Nicasia planned to go directly to the Baron himself to complain about Eudamon’s behavior; although the Baron has no particular love for his brother-in-law, what his exact reaction to this turn of events is likely to be remains anyone’s guess.
Time Elapsed: 6/21 - 6/24/495 A.I.
Summary
The next few weeks found the group largely at loose ends. Nicasia had received an invitation to an elaborate costume ball to be held at the private estate of Baroness Vivian Avorina Baras, to whom she had been introduced by Brec, the Baron of Tavia’s personal Bard. But the event itself was still a ways off, and the party were happy for some days of relaxation for the most part. Everyone had business of their own to attend to; Martaine was busy with the orphanage, Theordorus at the College, and Aoelif discovered that she had developed an interest in conducting business of a somewhat more intimate nature with Ingolf.
Ingolf contacted Brec and gave her a brief report of what had transpired in Rolgulka. He had hoped the bard would have some insights into Vihar and Zlata, particularly into their relationship. Brec was able to tell him that seemingly all Rolgulkan males of noble stature have a magic-wielding consort or concubine, and that it seemed almost as if they were all drawn from the ranks of some organization of official consorts. But as to the particulars of Vihar and Zlata’s relationship, she had little insight.
When the day of the Baroness’ costume ball arrived, the characters were an odd looking bunch. In a bit of role-reversal, Martaine dressed as a fool and Ingolf a monk. Harkening back to her experience with Crossbyr the Druid, Aoelif opted to costume herself as a hound. Theodorus made himself up as a Knight and Nicasia draped herself in flowing crimson, orange and yellow silks and titled herself a Burning Flame. Zaccara, somewhat at a loss for inspiration, had crafted the most hideous mask he could manage and went as – himself. A rented carriage arrived shortly after dark and whisked the lot of them off to the Baroness’ estate.
Most if not all of the Tavian nobility were present, including Ducalion, the Secretary of Luminaries, who was dressed as a giant lantern, and Magistrate Cyrus, with who the group were already acquainted and who none of them were surprised to see camped out near the alcohol. Sir Eudamon, Baron Flavius’ boorish brother-in-law, was also in attendance, dressed rather outlandishly as Apollo, the Sylan god of the sun. Baron Flavius, the ruler of the city, and his wife Gala were conspicuously absent, however Earl Iustus Avouris Pleustes, the man the Baron replaced, was present. The Earl was dressed as a sort of apple tree, and surrounded at all times by any number of sycophantic supporters. He made Theodorus quite uncomfortable by inquiring after the exact circumstances of his being named as a Friend of House Admenes – Baron Flavius’ household. Theodorus was forced to assert repeatedly that his service to the Baron had been inspired only by his desire to serve the Empire, not by any particular love or enmity for either the Baron’s or the Earl’s households.
As the evening wore on, the guests all became increasingly high spirited and occasionally indiscreet. Sir Eudamon made numerous unwelcome advances on many of the noble ladies present, and also encouraged everyone he spoke with to be sure to let him know about the “real” party should they stumble onto it. Eudamon was convinced that somewhere on the estate were being offered entertainments of a more sophisticated nature, but that this second party was only open to a chosen few. Why he hadn’t been properly informed of this by the hostess was a mystery only to Eudamon. Magistrate Cyrus made numerous attempts to breach the bulwark of Baroness Vivian’s discretion, but found himself rebuffed at every turn. Eudamon’s commiseration didn’t seem to assuage the Magistrate’s bruised ego in the slightest.
Nicasia and Theodorus made the most of the event, meeting and mingling with the various well-heeled members of the Tavian aristocracy. Ingolf was more or less bored by the hob-knobbing, but his displeasure at the foolish subtleties of human politics was more than compensated for by the excellent quality of wine available, a resource which Aoelif also took advantage of. Martaine was his normal boring tee-totaling self, though he did refrain from spoiling anyone else’s good time. Ingolf amused himself for a while by introducing Theordorus to everyone present as “the well known elven bard Ingolf Egilson” and himself as “Theodorus, wizard without compare” but even this game got old quickly, particularly with Theodorus contradicting him at every turn.
Around midnight, things took a turn for the bizarre. Theodorus opted to take some air in the Baroness’ immaculate garden. He was astonished to feel the tell-tale brush of groping fingers, followed by the sudden lightening of his purse, as he pushed his way past a seemingly tipsy member of the Baroness’ household guard. Without a moment’s hesitation the young mage attempted to enchant the cutpurse, but the very young-looking guard shook off the effects and foolishly tried to buy Theodorus silence. This served only to enrage him, and the cries of “thief!” soon echoed across the courtyard.
Zaccara and Aoelif responded at once, as did a number of the Baroness’ guards. The would-be thief vaulted to the roof in an attempt to make an escape, but Zaccara and Aoelif were hot on his heels and in no time he was on the ground without the garden wall, bruised and battered. Moments later, he was on the ground inside the walls, when Zaccara quickly used his unseelie powers to grow to his full 9’ height and hurl the young man back over the wall. By lucky chance, the unconscious lad landed directly atop Sir Eudamon, who quickly attempted to claim credit for stopping the would-be thief.
Everyone was quite impressed with Zaccara’s feat of strength, although thanks to the intervening garden wall none had seen his sudden transformation from six feet tall to nine and back. Baroness Vivian had the young thief – a cimbri, as it turned out – quickly removed and locked in her cellar for later inquiry. Eudamon tried as best he could to convince those who hadn’t seen what truly transpired that he had been responsible for the cimbri lad’s capture. Many guests discovered that their own purses had gone missing, and a great deal of coinage was recovered from the unconscious form of the cimbri before he was hauled off.
After a bit, things quieted down somewhat, and most of the party goers settled back into their previous routines, though Zaccara’s prodigious strength was a topic of conversation for quite some time. Eudamon, after being rebuffed by all of the noble women present, turned his attentions to Aoelif with different results. Perhaps from ignorance of his intentions, or else from simple mischievousness, she agreed to accompany him to his “private hunting lodge” nearby. Even when informed of his likely plans by Theodorus she persisted, leading Ingolf to speculate that she indeed intended to sleep with him. Nicasia, however, was fearful for her friends reputation, and perhaps not realizing that such things were more or less inconsequential to the fae she decided at the last moment to accompany her as a sort of chaperone. The three of them departed together along with Eudamon’s entourage, much to the surprise of several of the nobles present.
They returned less than an hour later, seemingly unmolested but somewhat footsore. This unexpected turn of events was rather all that anyone was talking about for the rest of the evening, and many theories as to what had transpired were put forth. No one failed to notice that the boorish Eudamon had not returned with them, but neither was anyone particularly sorry about this. Later, the two women related what had transpired.
Eudamon, true to form, began pressing his attentions on Aoelif as soon as the carriage was underway. What Aoelif’s exact plans when she agreed to accompany Eudamon were only she could say for sure, but she had no intention of satisfying his desires right then and there. When she protested, he simply became more insistent, and eventually Nicasia was forced to take drastic action and coshed him over the head. Though the blow was not sufficient to knock him out, it was more than enough to derail him from his course of action. Eudamon, indignant at being so treated, turned the two women out several miles away and drove on; they were forced to walk back. This unsavory turn of events put rather a damper on everyone’s spirits, and the group elected to depart not long after. Nicasia planned to go directly to the Baron himself to complain about Eudamon’s behavior; although the Baron has no particular love for his brother-in-law, what his exact reaction to this turn of events is likely to be remains anyone’s guess.