Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Rystil Arden]

"Hello Tiberius. Orin was..."

"We're talking about hunting! Don't you love hunting, Tiberius?" Orin asks, "I keep saying Kastor and I should go hunting soon. You could join us. The great outdoors is the perfect place to make you feel alive."

 

[Erekose13]

Mythweaver stands aside watching the scene unfold for a time. Eventually he goes and gets a drink from the barkeep. With most of the guests engrossed in conversation he is happy to just stand and listen to the hum of it for a little while.

As Claudia and Tiberius leave the two older gentlemen for their own private conversation, Mythweaver heads over to chat. As he approaches he says in introduction, "Greatings, I am the Mythweaver. You are the fathers of bride and groom, I'd presume." he says.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You would presume correctly, as is so often the case for a Byblan. I am King Tyrus Tyndarea," the reddish-blond haired man replies.

"And I am Lord Atreus Atreides. So, my son got involved with the Byblans, then? He's never been much of a great thinker or even a good merchant, so hopefully he didn't get in your way too much."

 

[D20Dazza]

El nods a farewell and then heads to the bar. There she orders a drink, and takes the opportunity to survey the room, spying Tiberius speaking with Kastor and Orin she decides to make her move. Flicking her hair and adjusting her top she moves over to the three men "Hail and well met" she says meeting the eye of each man in turn "I was just wondering if anyone knew how a girl could go about getting involved in a hunting expedition?" she asks coyly "I just love to hunt, the wild exhilaration of the chase, the rush of the kill and the passion of the moment when one can reflect on a job well done. Not much beats that thrill"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes! You, my lady, truly understand what it feels to be on the hunt, the emotions that fill you, as your blood pumps through your veins, the way you feel so alive!" Orin turns to talk to Elmurien, "You know, not many women feel that way. Far too many of them are so quick to say 'Think about the poor deer and its family' or some such rubbish."

*Meanwhile, Kastor decides to take the opportunity to subtly reposition himself with respect to Orin and Tiberius, motioning subtly to the far wall as he steps back slightly.*

"So Tiberius, you're a Praetor, right? What can you tell me about those Pleb things?"

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Meanwhile, Kastor decides to take the opportunity to subtly reposition himself with respect to Orin and Tiberius, motioning subtly to the far wall as he steps back slightly.*

"So Tiberius, you're a Praetor, right? What can you tell me about those Pleb things?"

*Tiberius moves right along with Kastor, taking himself out of the conversation as well, hoping Orin is far too occupied with Elmurien to notice.*

“Last time I checked, yes. The Plebs, well firstly you shouldn’t really call them things, as they’re not objects per se, but free-willed constructs.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

*They head over slowly towards the far wall, where they can start up their own conversation.*

"Ah, nice of that hottie friend of yours to step in like that. Anyway, so they're constructs, that's what I heard. Like your bird there, right? That's some fine craftmanship. Except I hear you can make those Plebs to look like people. Having a Pleb that looked like a woman so would not seem out of place but was secretly a highly-trained bodyguard--now that would be awesome! Have you ever thought about that?"

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Yes, I should probably thank her later, though I think Elmurien is doing a little hunting of her own right now,” Tiberius chuckles. “You know, you’re the first person to make mention of my bird, Kastor, and you’re right it’s a construct...though it’s far far less sophisticated than a Pleb,” at which point Arminus nods toward Kastor, seeming unprompted, as Tiberius continues to talk. “Yes, Plebs are made to look like people, and as for having one as a highly-trained bodyguard...I have thought about it, and they would serve admirably in that role.”

 

[Bront]

"Oh, I see. So you were chosen to aid all of your people at a cost to yourself, like the heroes in the stories. That is very noble of you, Vasha."

Vasha's face lights up with inspiration, and she quickly gives Helena a big hug. "Yes, yes it is something like that, and with luck, I can bear that burdon again."

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Yes, I should probably thank her later, though I think Elmurien is doing a little hunting of her own right now,” Tiberius chuckles. “You know, you’re the first person to make mention of my bird, Kastor, and you’re right it’s a construct...though it’s far far less sophisticated than a Pleb,” at which point Arminus nods toward Kastor, seeming unprompted, as Tiberius continues to talk. “Yes, Plebs are made to look like people, and as for having one as a highly-trained bodyguard...I have thought about it, and they would serve admirably in that role.”

"Yes, that makes sense. And they must not need to eat or anything, so beyond the initial buy-in, they may eventually be more economical than having a servant. Plus since they're constructs, they surely don't sleep, so they can be on guard at all times."