[Living Pathfinder]The Green Faerie

[jkason]

Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

"Ah, so the elder brother is checking up on the family finances? What do you hope to find?"

Nathan looks a bit sheepish, but then admits, "Well, he's a bit concerned that Carnemorto seems so ... overwhelmingly taken with this Maschera. If you wouldn't mind indulging a bit of gossip: do you think they're quite enamored of each other? Or has poor Carnemorto managed to find himself the unrequited love so many tragedies are built upon?"

 

[Luinnar]

Alnar did not like the fat hobbit's attitude and hoped the conversation would be over quickly. The opulence of the place bothered him as well. All this gold and glitter was unnatural, unless you were visiting a dwarf mine.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Tilsit grins at Nathan's question. "Well, I certainly am not the sort to pry into the affairs of others, oh, no, no, no," he begins.

Then he stretches himself tall to whisper, "But I can say that Carnemorto is definitely one of the most lovesick I have ever seen in all my years here!" Tilsit giggles. "I figured this would have to be a financial affair. House Gabbiano, while still a house, technically, has had a rather poor stretch of luck, lately, but Carnemorto still gave this beautiful necklace to Maschera the other day, and, well... it was definitely worth more than what the family's paying the whole lot of you, I can be sure of that. I've got quite an eye for quality, you know."

As he approaches the back stage, he turns to whisper, "But Maschera's still quite interested in his satisfaction. Just a couple days ago, Carnemorto was upset at her about something. I thought it might be the end of things, but Maschera pleaded with him to stay. I didn't hear what it was about, but she was inconsolable that day. The performance was dreadful."

He stops at the door to a dressing room backstage. He knocks. "O Maschera? Are you in there, darling? Are you decent? Some fellows from Carnemorto are here to see you!"

Silence. Then, in a lovely voice, "Yes, Tilsit, I'm decent. Come in."

Maschera.​

The young maiden inside looks up from her settee.

"How is Carnemorto?"

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[HolyMan]

[sblock=DM] I am here and saw the info from the knowledge check. Didn't want to blather it out in front of the halfling Markas is waiting to see when he can tell the others what he knows of the name. In the mean time he will be watching this Maschera like a hawk, and not because she is beautiful. Ok well half because of that.

Sense Motive = +1

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[jkason]

Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

"But Maschera's still quite interested in his satisfaction. Just a couple days ago, Carnemorto was upset at her about something. I thought it might be the end of things, but Maschera pleaded with him to stay. I didn't hear what it was about, but she was inconsolable that day. The performance was dreadful."

"Ah, the trials of trysts, eh?" Nathan says with a wink and a nod.

The young maiden inside looks up from her settee.

"How is Carnemorto?"

"Feeling a bit rotten last I saw him, I'm afraid," Nathan says with a sympathetic shake of his head. "But his brother and another acquaintance of mine are tending to him as we speak, so I'm sure he'll be all sorted soon enough.

"But even in his present state, he had nothing but wonderful things to say about you, milady," he continues with a flourish and a bow. "I couldn't resist trying to take the opportunity to meet the talent who had so enraptured good Carnemorto. And good Master Dimplecotton was accommodating enough to indulge us. Nathan Tchanlach at your service."

 

[Luinnar]

Whats with the butterflys and birdcages? Are you an animal lover? Alnar says. He was tempted to crush the butterfly, the thing was annoying him, but thought better of it.

 

[Walking Dad]

Ta-Am-Ath AC 15 (T15, FF12), HP 13/13, F +3,R+4,W+4, CMB +4, CMD 16

Fully out of his element, Ta cannot do much more than watching the tragedy unfold...

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Ta-Am-Ath

Still using Sense Motive (+6).

gained: 2 potions of mage armor.
lost: 10pp


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[InVinoVeritas]

Maschera, distraught, ignores Alnar's question, but turns to Nathan to answer.

"Oh, the poor dear! He must be in a bad way. We should go to him at once, Nathan. It warms my heart that he speaks so highly of me, but I should be there to tend to him!"

"But the performance..." Tilsit objects.

"I'll be back before then. Otherwise, get Segunda to take over my part this evening, she'll be thrilled at the opportunity. But I can't bear the thought that dear Carnemorto may be ill without my care!"

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Her voice is quite beautiful, trembling when one would expect it, a rack of troubled thoughts. She is serious in her love.
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[jkason]

Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

"Perhaps, Master Tilsit, if you might fetch a mild wine to help calm the lady's nerves?" Nathan asks. If Tilsit complies, he raises his eyebrows to the others a moment, shrugging as if to say 'the jig is up,' but pausing to give room for objections before he actually speaks.

OOC: lol, and this is why I'm no good playing evasive face-types. Always talking myself into a corner.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Tilsit, already offended by Maschera's suggestions, balks a moment, scowling. But the scowl melts into a grin, both relaxed and mischievious in that way particular to halflings.

"I know just the thing, I'll be right back."

He half-totters, half-scurries off.