crazy_monkey1956
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OOC: No. The debate starts in about 20ish minutes game time and the Arcane Academy is all the way on the east side of the city, a good two hour walk from the tournament grounds.
Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments
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crazy_monkey1956
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The Debate Tent: Alaric Woos a Lady
Lady Devera looks up from her debate notes as Alaric approaches. She examines the painting admiringly as he speaks and hands it to one of her personal guards, "Make sure that has a place of honor in my townhouse, tonight." As the guard takes the painting away, she replies to Alaric, "Well, isn't this a treat. I must say I was rather impressed with your dwarf friend's performance. So, let's see if you can impress me at the debate, shall we?" She winks at Alaric and then moves away to greet Lady Nineveh d'Anovia, who has just entered the tent. Nineveh returns the greeting, but seems obviously distracted and worried.
Approaching the Tournament Grounds: Estelle Returns...Again
Estelle has hidden herself in the spice merchant's tent across from the debate tent, escaping notice, for the moment. The debate is due to begin in about ten minutes and some of the competitors have already arrived, including Lady Devera de Sisan, followed soon after by one of her old companions, Alaric. A few moments later, Lady Nineveh d'Anovia enters the tent.
[sblock=For ethandrew]OOC: If you're getting this in your e-mail via a thread subscription and you are not ethandrew, please read no further.
OOC: ethandrew, this is the real Estelle, just FYI.
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The Candle District: Renaldo's Escape
Renaldo makes his way out of the Candle District, but the evening crowd filling the streets slows his progress. The merchant district is within sight, but then he spots a pair of thugs nearby...then another on the other side of the street...and another following him.
Then a familiar voice comes from the crowd, accompanied by a cloaked, slight feminine form, "Renaldo, it's me, Aleera. Estelle's boss has flunkies all over the place. Follow me and I may be able to get you out of here alive."
The Tournament Grounds: Muzdum, Aohdan, Shayuri and Johen Must Choose; William, Valen and Pryzm Must Act
Shayuri's father storms off toward the debate tent, demanding imperiously, "Come, Shayuri. Now."
Shokar has stepped off to the side a bit, dejection and outright confusion apparent on his face. He answers Johen, "I...I do not understand. The vision was clear. She," he points to Shayuri, "is the woman who will bring unity to the Drukkar tribes. The vision can't be wrong. It can't." He looks up at Johen and Valen, "Respected men of Turen, you must help me. I must win her heart."
The cleric of the Healing Light speaks a few quick prayers and touches Muzdum on the forehead.
First lesser restoration to heal Con damage; second lesser restoration to heal Str damage (1d4=4, 1d4=1)
Muzdum's color returns to normal, though he stills feels weak (OOC: He still has 2 points of Str damage). The cleric frowns, "That is the best I can do for the time being. A good night's sleep should take care of the rest." He then excuses himself and heads over to the debate tent.
Odon's face turns stern as he speaks to Pryzm, "Get back down here. We will go to this Shraezek on foot. I cannot protect you if you are in the air."
The half-giant then addresses the group, "Pryzm and I would like to go to your Arcane Academy to see the afflicted dragon. We will need a guide, however, as we are unfamiliar with this city. If we are to attempt a cure, we will also need the woman you call Shayuri."
OOC: Time to choose. Aohdan, Shayuri, Muzdum, and Johen are all scheduled to compete at the debate. If they go with Pryzm and Odon to see Shraezek, they will forfeit. William and Valen also need to figure out what they're going to be doing. Going with Odon and Pryzm, going to the debate tent to watch their friends compete, or something else.
Lady Devera looks up from her debate notes as Alaric approaches. She examines the painting admiringly as he speaks and hands it to one of her personal guards, "Make sure that has a place of honor in my townhouse, tonight." As the guard takes the painting away, she replies to Alaric, "Well, isn't this a treat. I must say I was rather impressed with your dwarf friend's performance. So, let's see if you can impress me at the debate, shall we?" She winks at Alaric and then moves away to greet Lady Nineveh d'Anovia, who has just entered the tent. Nineveh returns the greeting, but seems obviously distracted and worried.
Approaching the Tournament Grounds: Estelle Returns...Again
Estelle has hidden herself in the spice merchant's tent across from the debate tent, escaping notice, for the moment. The debate is due to begin in about ten minutes and some of the competitors have already arrived, including Lady Devera de Sisan, followed soon after by one of her old companions, Alaric. A few moments later, Lady Nineveh d'Anovia enters the tent.
[sblock=For ethandrew]OOC: If you're getting this in your e-mail via a thread subscription and you are not ethandrew, please read no further.
OOC: ethandrew, this is the real Estelle, just FYI.
[/sblock]The Candle District: Renaldo's Escape
Renaldo makes his way out of the Candle District, but the evening crowd filling the streets slows his progress. The merchant district is within sight, but then he spots a pair of thugs nearby...then another on the other side of the street...and another following him.
Then a familiar voice comes from the crowd, accompanied by a cloaked, slight feminine form, "Renaldo, it's me, Aleera. Estelle's boss has flunkies all over the place. Follow me and I may be able to get you out of here alive."
The Tournament Grounds: Muzdum, Aohdan, Shayuri and Johen Must Choose; William, Valen and Pryzm Must Act
Shayuri's father storms off toward the debate tent, demanding imperiously, "Come, Shayuri. Now."
Shokar has stepped off to the side a bit, dejection and outright confusion apparent on his face. He answers Johen, "I...I do not understand. The vision was clear. She," he points to Shayuri, "is the woman who will bring unity to the Drukkar tribes. The vision can't be wrong. It can't." He looks up at Johen and Valen, "Respected men of Turen, you must help me. I must win her heart."
The cleric of the Healing Light speaks a few quick prayers and touches Muzdum on the forehead.
First lesser restoration to heal Con damage; second lesser restoration to heal Str damage (1d4=4, 1d4=1)
Muzdum's color returns to normal, though he stills feels weak (OOC: He still has 2 points of Str damage). The cleric frowns, "That is the best I can do for the time being. A good night's sleep should take care of the rest." He then excuses himself and heads over to the debate tent.
Odon's face turns stern as he speaks to Pryzm, "Get back down here. We will go to this Shraezek on foot. I cannot protect you if you are in the air."
The half-giant then addresses the group, "Pryzm and I would like to go to your Arcane Academy to see the afflicted dragon. We will need a guide, however, as we are unfamiliar with this city. If we are to attempt a cure, we will also need the woman you call Shayuri."
OOC: Time to choose. Aohdan, Shayuri, Muzdum, and Johen are all scheduled to compete at the debate. If they go with Pryzm and Odon to see Shraezek, they will forfeit. William and Valen also need to figure out what they're going to be doing. Going with Odon and Pryzm, going to the debate tent to watch their friends compete, or something else.
shadowmask
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The dragon-child looks at her guardian in shock. Her voice quavers slightly. "But, I have landed."
Why is he angry with me? Why do I have to walk? I shouldn't have to walk, it's harder and more boring than flying. Getting over Odon's uncharacteristic lack of patience with her, Pryzm's eyes narrow again and her expression can only be called mutinous. "I won't walk! I'm a dragon, and dragons fly!"
She stares defiantly up at the half giant, spreads her wings, and takes off. Her flight path takes her toward the city.
Why is he angry with me? Why do I have to walk? I shouldn't have to walk, it's harder and more boring than flying. Getting over Odon's uncharacteristic lack of patience with her, Pryzm's eyes narrow again and her expression can only be called mutinous. "I won't walk! I'm a dragon, and dragons fly!"
She stares defiantly up at the half giant, spreads her wings, and takes off. Her flight path takes her toward the city.
ethandrew
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Estelle watches Alaric and his exchange from a distance, and as his lady turns from him she cuts through the crowd, darting and dodging, weaving, her shoulders and hips rhythmic in their twisting and contorting. She stops behind the wizard and places her hand on his arm, just above the elbow.
"Alaric?" She asks hesitantly and quietly. When he turns she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly and releases, "By the gods! We need to speak." She looks around, suddenly self-conscious around all these nobles in their fancy garb, Estelle herself with her two rapiers on her hips and traveling clothes with a few spots of blood.
"Alaric?" She asks hesitantly and quietly. When he turns she wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly and releases, "By the gods! We need to speak." She looks around, suddenly self-conscious around all these nobles in their fancy garb, Estelle herself with her two rapiers on her hips and traveling clothes with a few spots of blood.
Johen is a bit offended by the manners of Shayuri's father but he doesn't show it.
He listens to Shokkar and replies: "A vision? Unity of the Drukkar tribes? Hum... well, I am afraid but we barely know Shayuri and didn't know her father, who I believe has other views for his daughter. Well, I can only propose to get you to meet her again, maybe once she's alone without her father. But whatever your vision says, no one can force Shayuri to marry, and you may have to win her heart one way or another.. If you're staying at the Inn, it will be easy to meet again."
He then considers his options and says to the giant and dragon: "I for one cannot accompany you as I'm competing right now at the tournament. However some of my friends could help you, and I think it would be good to have Shayuri with you as well. If the cure is working, it would be a great news indeed!"
He salutes the group and walks to the tournament official to register for the next challenge.
He listens to Shokkar and replies: "A vision? Unity of the Drukkar tribes? Hum... well, I am afraid but we barely know Shayuri and didn't know her father, who I believe has other views for his daughter. Well, I can only propose to get you to meet her again, maybe once she's alone without her father. But whatever your vision says, no one can force Shayuri to marry, and you may have to win her heart one way or another.. If you're staying at the Inn, it will be easy to meet again."
He then considers his options and says to the giant and dragon: "I for one cannot accompany you as I'm competing right now at the tournament. However some of my friends could help you, and I think it would be good to have Shayuri with you as well. If the cure is working, it would be a great news indeed!"
He salutes the group and walks to the tournament official to register for the next challenge.
For a moment Shayuri is caught between two titanic forces. The debate is starting, and her father was counting on her! The debate was one of the events where she really believed she could excel! She could make him proud of her, could score much needed points for lordship. Without a good performance in the debate, it was almost impossible for her to win anything at all.
But...
If she really could save a life...and not just any life, but the near-immortal life of a dragon...didn't she have to? Wasn't it right? What would it say about her if she chose a -chance- at winning a lordship, and a thin chance at that, over a chance at saving a dragon from a terrible fate? What kind of lord would she be then?
She thought it would be a hard choice, but it was really no choice at all.
That didn't make telling her father any easier.
Her feet felt as if they'd been hollowed out and filled with lead as she ran after him and caught his sleeve. Her skin felt cold. She accepted all this, and whatever was to come, as the consequences of her decision.
"There's a dragon ill from the plague who needs my help," she told him. "If there's even a chance I can save him then I have to do it. I won't drop out of the tournament, but I won't have his death on my conscience either."
She takes a deep breath and steels herself.
"I'm really sorry to disappoint you...but I have to go."
But...
If she really could save a life...and not just any life, but the near-immortal life of a dragon...didn't she have to? Wasn't it right? What would it say about her if she chose a -chance- at winning a lordship, and a thin chance at that, over a chance at saving a dragon from a terrible fate? What kind of lord would she be then?
She thought it would be a hard choice, but it was really no choice at all.
That didn't make telling her father any easier.
Her feet felt as if they'd been hollowed out and filled with lead as she ran after him and caught his sleeve. Her skin felt cold. She accepted all this, and whatever was to come, as the consequences of her decision.
"There's a dragon ill from the plague who needs my help," she told him. "If there's even a chance I can save him then I have to do it. I won't drop out of the tournament, but I won't have his death on my conscience either."
She takes a deep breath and steels herself.
"I'm really sorry to disappoint you...but I have to go."
Yttermayn
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For Aohdan, the choice of debate was one to pass the time and give him the minimum number of events needed to win a lordship. Since some bad luck completely bombed his chances in archery, he didn't see much point in fretting about it. Add to that the fact that someone's life was at stake, and Aohdan hadn't even needed to consider any alternative courses of action. "Quickly, let's get to Shraezek! Oh hell!" Aohdan exclaimed as one part of the cure took wing and flew off. He briefly considered presenting Odon with a leash, but guessed that the suggestion would not be universally well recieved.
Arkhandus
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Alaric is grateful to see his painting well-received, and starts walking over to another part of the tent to think. Then he hears Estelle, and is hugged. What the...?
"Oh, hullo again. That was unexpected.....but alright, let's talk," he says after a moment's confusion. Alaric finds the most isolated spot he can in the debate tent, or in the area just outside it if need be.
"Oh, hullo again. That was unexpected.....but alright, let's talk," he says after a moment's confusion. Alaric finds the most isolated spot he can in the debate tent, or in the area just outside it if need be.
ethandrew
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Estelle winces when she hears the word again, biting her lip. She shakes her head once and tries to smile earnestly, "First off, it's nice to see you. Secondly, you can't be going around alone," she looks at him sternly, the petite girl poking a finger into his chest. "It's not safe anymore. Not for you or any of your group."
She sighs and leans into him, her scent pleasant, her features exquisite, she puts a hand on his waist and stands on her toes, whispering in his ear, "Your life has been threatened by someone very dangerous. And there is another in town pretending to be me, and now I'm assuming you've met her, since it's been months since I've seen you."
Estelle lowers herself back down, removing her hand from his waist. She looks at him with the pale-blue of her eyes coming from under long lashes, her skin, porcelain and delicate, remains as perfect today as it had ever been. "You can't stay alone," she repeats, almost pleadingly, while never removing her eyes from his.
She sighs and leans into him, her scent pleasant, her features exquisite, she puts a hand on his waist and stands on her toes, whispering in his ear, "Your life has been threatened by someone very dangerous. And there is another in town pretending to be me, and now I'm assuming you've met her, since it's been months since I've seen you."
Estelle lowers herself back down, removing her hand from his waist. She looks at him with the pale-blue of her eyes coming from under long lashes, her skin, porcelain and delicate, remains as perfect today as it had ever been. "You can't stay alone," she repeats, almost pleadingly, while never removing her eyes from his.
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