Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Beta Group

[Dr Simon]

Kirton shakes his head.

"No, no no no. I used to know people who're important now. But they weren't back then. 'Cept maybe Orisino. But not me or S'bina. But now she's famous. Queen's Bodyguard. Did y'know that?"

He takes a drink from the mug that Lynn brings him. "Gah. I swear the beer in here gets worse the more y'drink."

"Nah, I dunno anything int'resting. I'm just a stupid M'rine who messes ever'thing up. Although...." He ponders a moment. "Did you know that our Commandant is now Senschal of the Castle? Got promoted 'cos the old Seneschal disappeared the night the King died? They say he had something to do with it, but he was a good man, old Neolan's... Neelandusus... the old chap. Anyway, the king was old and sick is all, right?"

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The Harrowing in Zellara's house runs:

Past column - The Survivor, The Locksmith, The Crows.

Dj'hân can almost hear Zellara's voice whispering an interpretation in his ear. Things taken have been found. You have passed through trial and ordeal and been reborn stronger, holding the keys to a new destiny.

Present Column - The Empty Throne, The Liar, The Tyrant

Love brings treachery, and a paternal influence brings pain, but to which party? The lover or the loved? The father or the son?. Even loss can bring good fortune.

The Future Column - The Desert, The Juggler, The Winged Serpent.

There are dark places to walk, bleak passages to travel. Fate is on your side for now, but will you know the right time to seize the moment? Fail to spot it, and all could come to ruin.
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[Neurotic]

Edmond Deathwish

Still, people you used to know might remember you. And your commander most of all.

Do you think you might slip them word or two about certain group of people?

Edmond finds himself at a loss how to be subtle and indirect with obviously intoxicated marine, especially since it's not clear whether he can help them pass word discretely about their finding.

He stops speaking looking at Lynn who seems to be more at home with this kind of situation. The fact that Kirton is slightly infatuated probably doesn't hurt either.

 

[Oni]

Lynn gently ruffled Dj'hân's hair.

Not yet little one, we'll do that together.

Listening to Kirton, she could not help but wonder once more what had really gone on in the castle the night the old King had passed on. And what of the new Queen, the city certainly wasn't becoming a better place to live if these past couple of weeks were any sort of indication.

Such is the nature of politics and intrigue I suppose, it is hard to know who to trust in this day and age.

She paused for a moment.

Whom do you trust, dear Kirton?

Steeling herself against the stench of alcohol Lynn leaned in closer to the drunken marine and spoke in a low voice.

Perhaps you can help us. Could you still get word to Sabina?

 

[Dr Simon]

Whom do you trust, dear Kirton?

Kirton frowns into his mug of "beer".
"The Comm'ndant, I guess. Dunno." He shrugs. "Not myself."

Perhaps you can help us. Could you still get word to Sabina?

A pained look passes across Kirton's face.

"Nah." he says. "Not me, don' wanna see her again." He slumps on the table for a bit, before suddenly springing back to alertness. "If you wanna see her, you c'n go the Castle yourself. S'bina's in charge while the Queen's in mourning, kind of. 'S easy to get an audience if you say you've got news for the Queen, or something like that."

He looks at the bottom of his empty mug again, then pulls a face of disgust.

"I'd better go home," he says. "Shouldn't drink like this no more." He stands uncertainly to his feet. "You're all ver' nice people," he says again. "Ver' nice."
He staggers towards the door.

 

[Ambrus]

Dj'hân beams and waves cordially as Kirton makes to leave. "Bye Mr Soldier. It was nice seeing you again. I hope you get another hippogriff soon."

 

[Oni]

When she saw the effect of what she had said on the marine Lynn looked away unable to meet his eye, she felt guilty for making him feel even more miserable. Though she probably couldn't understand it, this was a bad time for him.

Very nice, he'd said. Lynn wished that she'd been nicer as she watched him stagger off. Hopping up quickly she called out after him.

Kirton....

Take care of yourself, won't you?

 

[Ambrus]

Dj'hân watches the soldier stumble off and then turns back excitedly towards Lynn and the others. "So can we go see the Queen now? Ooh! Maybe I should go fetch my crown. Think she'll be wearing hers?"

 

[Oni]

I think kings and queens like to be the only ones in the room wearing crowns, it makes them feel important.

Lynn looked down at the little halfling, a half smile on her face.

Well if what Kirton says is true the returning will be simple enough. We've only to decide how to proceed.

She looked around at the others.

This is an amazing opportunity and we should make the best of it. I do not think we should delay for much longer though.

 

[Ambrus]

Dj'hân replaces his liripoop back atop his head, carefully arranges its curling hippogriff feather at a jaunty angle, throws his arms wide dramatically and offers Lynn a cherubic smile. "I'm all set. Let's go!"

Without further ado, the excited urchin downs his shot glass of juice and begins to clamber up over Edmond's shoulder to resume his position in the holy warrior's backpack.

 

[Neurotic]

Edmond Deathwish

Easy, little one. We need to get somewhat more formal then this. I do believe I have something new in the house as we were planning on meeting nobles eventualy. We can stop in the city for some shopping for Dj'ahn.

We can go first thing tomorrow morning, maybe we'll have to wait some time.