Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

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(OOC: According to my 'Who's Online' function, you were online and viewing "Is 4e more D&D than 3e" thread after this stuff was posted I checked on all three of you so I could know whether or not to just go to sleep)

OOC: Well, I guess it can’t tell you I’m not at my keyboard even though I’ve got a page open , as I know I was busy elsewhere when the all the posting took place yesterday.

(OOC: It is indeed worth noting that said green-eyed girl and the girl with red-gold hair are the only two in the room who are clearly more beautiful than the maybe-Richard's-sister girl. Well, at least assuming that big crowd of people isn't hiding some bombshell)

Damn, missed the girl with the red-gold hair, guess I'll have to edit my previous post.

"Well, I suppose that really depends, doesn't it. A man who wanted to politely enter a conversation would treat all those he meets with courtesy. If his goal is instead to disrupt and perhaps remake the conversation to his own advantage, well then, now we all know how to do that too."

"Oh come now, Army," the seductively-dressed woman replies, shaking her head with a coy smile, "I know it wasn't polite, but it's a...what do you call it Adrienne?"

"Idiom?"

"Yes, yes, idiom sounds good. I mean, obviously he doesn't want to sleep with you Army," she runs her finger gently in circles around the edge of her wine glass.

"Excuse me?"

"Okay, Armand, Felicity, let's be nice, please," the blue-eyed woman requests of them, "I am Sabine Dulirand. Welcome Gabriel, my brother told me that we would have three musketeers for the evening's gala, but I couldn't tell it was you for certain when Adrienne spotted you--I didn't expect you all to blend in so well here. The King's Musketeers are indeed polite and well-cultured, certainly not at all like the soldiers we have out here..."

*Armand glances and looks like he's about to say something.*

"...Except the officers, of course. In any case, since Richard isn't around right now, let me welcome you to my home."

"You've already met Felicity and Armand. This is Cecile Dyprans," she turns to the shy and delicate young lady who hasn't spoken yet.

"Charmed, Monsieur."

Then Sabine gestures to the young noblewomen who had spotted the group in the first place, "And this is Adrienne Tyngere."

"Welcome Gabriel. Glad to have you with us."

*Smiling as Armand chides him over his introduction, Gabriel’s expression quickly broadens to a grin as first Felicity and then Sabine make replies which leave Armand looking a little stunned.*

“Thank you for welcoming me to your home, and for your kind words,” Gabriel replies, bowing over Sabine’s hand as he lifts it to his lips for a fleeting kiss, “though we happened upon Richard on our way in. Nevertheless, I feel doubly blessed at being welcomed again by you, Sabine.”

He then moves amongst the ladies in the order they were introduced, bowing over their hands and imparting a fleeting kiss, as he did with Sabine, “A pleasure indeed, Felicity, Cecile, Adrienne.”

He then turns to Armand, “Good to meet you Armand, though I would think one might mind their own manners and not roll their eyes at new arrivals, before speaking about the conduct of others.”

Turning back to the ladies, his grin still firmly in place, Gabriel asks, “So, what was the topic of conversation before I introduced myself?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Fenris--It's quite possible you missed it, but just a heads up that there were Tristan responses in 197.

Anyways, on to Jacen)

When he sees Aric inhaling to respond, he quickly adds, "What did you light the viola with? I mean, no torch...there in a cave facing a troll...you must tell us how you managed to make a fire hot enough to light an entire viola fast enough not to be eaten by the troll."

He grins. "Because I admit, that wasn't covered in the Musketeers training regimen. I'm afraid, were I to face a cave troll with nothing but a viola...well, that would be my end. Your next few words, friend...might save my life, and the lives of these ladies here."

"Ah, but you simply must not forget. These were the teo riddling cave troll brothers, as I said before, and they had a strange riddle for me. They said if I could not answer my riddle, then they would slay me and eat me as they had many a knight and fair damsel who had passed that way before. The riddle was thus--'What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, then three legs, and finally four legs again.' "

"Well, you can imagine that it was a hard riddle, so I told them I needed to use my viola to answer the riddle. And I took my flint and steel and set fire to the viola, kind of like a torch, except it was a viola. And then I took two swings with my sword in the other hand, one, two, just so!" he mocks slashing motions, "And sure enough, I took off one leg each from the two trolls. And then I said 'The answer is you. But only if I don't do...this!' And just like that I swung the viola, lit afire, and sure enough by burning the stumps, the trolls couldn't regenerate the wounds!"

 

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“Thank you for welcoming me to your home, and for your kind words,” Gabriel replies, bowing over Sabine’s hand as he lifts it to his lips for a fleeting kiss, “though we happened upon Richard on our way in. Nevertheless, I feel doubly blessed at being welcomed again by you, Sabine.”

He then moves amongst the ladies in the order they were introduced, bowing over their hands and imparting a fleeting kiss, as he did with Sabine, “A pleasure indeed, Felicity, Cecile, Adrienne.”

He then turns to Armand, “Good to meet you Armand, though I would think one might mind their own manners and not roll their eyes at new arrivals, before speaking about the conduct of others.”

Turning back to the ladies, his grin still firmly in place, Gabriel asks, “So, what was the topic of conversation before I introduced myself?”

"Oh, don't think badly of Armand. He's a good guy. And he was rolling his eyes at my joke, you see. I said it would be funny to watch a musketeer mud-wrestle a lieutenant," Felicity laughs.

"A preposterous notion. Better two ladies to wrestle in oil," Armand shakes his head.

"Yes, well, I remember what we were talking about--I was just saying that the latest fashion from Larmadi is simply to die for," Sabine recalls

"Yes, it's gorgeous. I don't know that I even recognise the make of that dress this 'Mademoiselle X' is wearing though. And who is she anyway? Why is she here?" Adrienne wonders.

"Well, I think she's a bored princess. Who knows, it could be Princess Althea. I heard that she is also a blonde."

"If that's true, it's quite an honour for my whole family, but this is pretty far to come, and anyway, she'd be surrounded by royal guards, so it can't be right. I wonder if she's an angel in the flesh. Tommy says that Lanvariel, the guardian angel of this province, has been known to appear in the flesh."

"Right, but isn't that usually to heroes who are about to make a desperate final stand? I hear she gives them a last night to remember...now that's one heck of an angel."

"Yes, that and she sometimes appears in prophetic dream visions when people inhale the vapours at some local vents, yes. Lanvariel is depicted differently depending on the artist though, so who knows, that could be her."

 

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“Ah, my apologies Armand for thinking poorly of you. Though you’re fortunate I made my way over here, rather than my large friend over there,” Gabriel says with a chuckle, offering a wink to Felicity as he gestures towards Tristan, “as if he had come, I think there’s a chance he may have offered to indulge Felicity’s whimsical idea.”

Glancing around the room briefly for a blonde which he didn’t notice earlier as he listens to the conjecture of the group, he asks with some certainty, “I take it ‘Mademoiselle X’ is the centre of the small crowd over there?” indicating the group which surrounds an unseen person.

OOC: Would the musketeers know Princess Althea by sight?

 

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“I take it ‘Mademoiselle X’ is the centre of the small crowd over there?” indicating the group which surrounds an unseen person.

"Mais oui," Adrienne agrees.

(OOC: Probably, but then, it would be likely that at least someone else would too unless she was disguising herself)

 

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"Mais oui," Adrienne agrees.

(OOC: Probably, but then, it would be likely that at least someone else would too unless she was disguising herself)

OOC: Yep, just making sure that we would know what she looks like, before I go say something stupid (or more stupid than usual at least).

“Well, I imagine I could tell if it was Princess Althea, if I could see her that is,” Gabriel chuckles, as he gestures to a servant carrying a drinks tray, taking a glass when they arrive. “Since that seems unlikely for a while at least,” he says with a grin, taking a sip of his newly acquired beverage, “I’ll just have to enjoy your company and amuse you as best I can, until the crowd around our mystery mademoiselle thins a little.”

“Now, while I don’t profess myself an expert on designers or dresses for that matter, I find the gowns the four of you are wearing to each be exquisite in their own right, but then how could they fail to be anything less than that with such beautiful ladies wearing them,” Gabriel declares with a winning smile, meeting the gaze of each lady with just a hint of roguishness in his hazel eyes as he speaks.

Once any replies are made his declaration, Gabriel continues, “You know Sabine, it’s interesting that you brought up inhaling the vapours of the local vents, as I had the opportunity to do just that this afternoon at Lanvariel's Bounty, though sadly I didn’t experience any prophetic dream visions.”

 

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“Now, while I don’t profess myself an expert on designers or dresses for that matter, I find the gowns the four of you are wearing to each be exquisite in their own right, but then how could they fail to be anything less than that with such beautiful ladies wearing them,” Gabriel declares with a winning smile, meeting the gaze of each lady with just a hint of roguishness in his hazel eyes as he speaks.

*Felicity laughs, but Adrienne rolls her eyes.*

"That's so cliche."

"It's cliche because girls like to be flattered, Adrienne dear. Well, maybe not you..."

"I like to be flattered as much as the next girl, but on specific details that show that he's paying attention to me. Those kind of compliments are paper cut-outs that you could apply to any girl in this room. It's like those fake fortune-tellers who are vague enough to convince people they are for real."

"Well, my dear, you must remember that the Musketeers are strangers here. They don't exactly know everyone here or fit in with us. You can't blame a fish out of water if it gasps for breath. I think he's doing just fine. Give him a night or two on the town with a few of the boys and you wouldn't be able to tell him apart, methinks. I mean, he certainly dresses above his station already."

“You know Sabine, it’s interesting that you brought up inhaling the vapours of the local vents, as I had the opportunity to do just that this afternoon at Lanvariel's Bounty, though sadly I didn’t experience any prophetic dream visions.”

"I don't really know much about this. You should talk to Tommy--he's over there with the Dechevres sisters," she points to the bashful young man who doesn't seem to know how lucky he is to have the two beauties all over him.

 

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"Ah, but you simply must not forget. These were the teo riddling cave troll brothers, as I said before, and they had a strange riddle for me. They said if I could not answer my riddle, then they would slay me and eat me as they had many a knight and fair damsel who had passed that way before. The riddle was thus--'What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, then three legs, and finally four legs again.' "

"Well, you can imagine that it was a hard riddle, so I told them I needed to use my viola to answer the riddle. And I took my flint and steel and set fire to the viola, kind of like a torch, except it was a viola. And then I took two swings with my sword in the other hand, one, two, just so!" he mocks slashing motions, "And sure enough, I took off one leg each from the two trolls. And then I said 'The answer is you. But only if I don't do...this!' And just like that I swung the viola, lit afire, and sure enough by burning the stumps, the trolls couldn't regenerate the wounds!"

"It's a man, isn't it?" Jacen asks, deciding to change subjects. "Four legs as a baby, Two legs as he grows up...when he's old he walks with a cane, so that's three legs... And then he's in the grave, all four limbs on the ground."

(and lo, he chooses a color!)

 

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"That answer is so boring and traditional, though--it just lacks..."

"Sometimes the classics are classics for a reason Aric. I like the kid's answer better. It took less time to say and blew far far less hot air."

"Me too! He's smart and cute. Why, I'd bet he could have a lady in no time if he wanted," Anne winks suggestively.

"Well, don't fluster him, Anne. I think the boy's a dreamer. He probably would prefer a daring romance first. Besides, no offense to you, Anne, but I think that he and Marie would make the cutest couple! What do you think, Jacen? Have you met Marie yet?"

 

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OOC: I sent you an email Rystil, but you can reply here now as we can post again.

Gabriel would be more than happy to compliment them on specific details, but sadly you haven't given me much to work with (I mean come on, all I've got to work with are Sabine's blue eyes and Felicity's seductive dress.

If you'd like to expand on the limited description of the group he's with though, I'd be more than happy to do likewise with his flattery.

[SBLOCK=Limited description Gabriel has to work with]*Over all the way and to the right, there's a larger group, centred around a very beautiful young lady who has the same blue eyes as Richard, perhaps his sister. Listening quietly is a delicate young lady, and a slightly antsy girl glances around even as she listens, making her the first to notice the Musketeer newcomers, which she points out to the others, as another young lady, seductively dressed, turns and winks in their direction. A young man who was talking with them turns too, momentarily, and rolls his eyes as he turns back.*[/SBLOCK]

*Felicity laughs, but Adrienne rolls her eyes.*

"That's so cliche."

"It's cliche because girls like to be flattered, Adrienne dear. Well, maybe not you..."

"I like to be flattered as much as the next girl, but on specific details that show that he's paying attention to me. Those kind of compliments are paper cut-outs that you could apply to any girl in this room. It's like those fake fortune-tellers who are vague enough to convince people they are for real."

"Well, my dear, you must remember that the Musketeers are strangers here. They don't exactly know everyone here or fit in with us. You can't blame a fish out of water if it gasps for breath. I think he's doing just fine. Give him a night or two on the town with a few of the boys and you wouldn't be able to tell him apart, methinks. I mean, he certainly dresses above his station already."

*Gabriel rolls his eyes at Armand’s comments, but otherwise ignores them.*

“Oh, I am wounded, my heart torn asunder, by such a critical assessment of a simple statement of fact, Adrienne,” Gabriel replies, looking quite saddened by her comment, before his grin reappears as if it never left. “Of course, I understand your sentiment, my dear, but perhaps you don’t understand the fine balancing act of flattering four beautiful ladies with but one mouth and one tongue, no matter how articulate one is, without leaving the others feeling slighted by not being complimented first. Of course, now I’ve attended to the simple pleasantries, I’m sure I can find something to say that is more to your taste,” he says with a laugh.

"I don't really know much about this. You should talk to Tommy--he's over there with the Dechevres sisters," she points to the bashful young man who doesn't seem to know how lucky he is to have the two beauties all over him.

“It is of no matter Sabine, I would prefer not to spend my time discussing the details of a dry subject like that, when I have such lovely ladies around me which I’ve hardly gotten to know yet,” Gabriel replies, smiling as he takes another sip of his drink, before changing the subject. “I hope there is to be dancing later, as I would be honoured if each of the ladies here would favour me with at least one dance.”