Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[Rystil Arden]

Tristan takes a moment to enjoy the cheese and down the rest of his wine.

"Well that was a good start to the ball, a little dance to get the heart warmed up, and some wine to get the head warmed up as well. Now Tommy, what was that story you were telling me on the way over to the cheese? About that preist and the angel......" trails off Tristan trying to prompt Tommy into calming and familar waters.

"The wha...I was...? Oh, well, the priest looked out from the top of the mountain and brought forth blessings upon the lands of those in need. Soon enough, all those in the nearby kingdoms heard of his powers, and so the wealthy came and tempted him. He was offered gold, power, the hand of beautiful noblewomen in marriage and the resulting peerage, but yet he refused them all, and he continued to bless the destitute and misfortunate, those who could do nothing for him in return except feel gratitude in their hearts and raise a prayer for him. Even the king made an offer, but the priest turned it down. In anger at the holy man's insolence, the king took the priest's beautiful younger sister and threatened to burn her at the stake. The priest would not be cowed, and he refused his blessings upon the king, and yet, when his kinsmen came and begged him to unleash the Heavens' wrath upon the cruel monarch, he refused to do harm, continuing his peaceful vigil upon the mountaintop, praying for his sister's safety as he continued to bless those in need. On the day of the execution, the torch was thrown to the pyre, and it consumed everything, but yet, with the flames of the enormous pyre leaping high into the sky above the castle, the priest's sister, her ropes and clothing burned to cinders, could be seen walking unharmed, without the slightest burn, slowly down towards the gathered nobles and retainers. 'A witch!' the king shouted, his face twisted with rage, and he rushed forward with his sword and skewered the naked girl through the heart...except, her eyes flashed with holy light, and she reached down to touch the sword, which dispersed into flower petals and scattered on the wind, leaving no wound in her body, as feathery wings appeared on her back. The angel who had replaced the condemned girl simply glared at the king, and then she vanished, reappearing on the priest's mountain with the sister as well. The stories differ as to what happened next, but all agree that although the angel never struck back at the king, her simple glare of displeasure was enough to put a dire curse on his family that led them to ruin. And the priest's sister would return to become the mother of a strong noble family, while the priest would live in quiet obscurity with a daughter that no one could quite explain."

 

[Rystil Arden]

Seeing his master in good company, Hyancinthe think a moment to forget about Mlle X. He wanted to come to his master with something no one would know for his better profit and who knows, to impress Mlle X but then, he thought he could rest but as he wasn't that tired, he decide to continue a bit his enterprise. He stays at ear shot, trying to notice something that would help him to identify that mysterious woman. He tries to do so while looking like someone who works here. Even if he knows his outfit doesn't match, he think it could simply pass for some zeal of him.

*For a while nobody notices Hyacinthe at all, but he doesn't catch anything he can use. Eventually, however, the lady herself notices the servant with the out-of-place livery watching her. She raises a soft finger and places it on the lips of the man who was speaking, as she turns to look at Hyacinthe with those marvelous bewitching eyes.*

"And what lord might I ask has sent his servant to come see me?" she asks, each word a honeyed pleasure sliding off her lips, "I am afraid I do not recognise the livery."

 

[unleashed]

"Hmm...nah. I'm not in the mood right now. Besides which the music isn't playing. I think I'm going to go get a new drink--I spilled my last one, you know," she raises her lovely lips just a bit in a small half-smile, then turns away towards the drinks.

“I don’t mean we should dance right now, I’m happy enough to wait until the time is right,” Gabriel chuckles. “As for the drink, if you’d like a full glass of the Ternan, rather than the little sample you had earlier, you may have mine, as I’m going to see if I can clean up a bit before the next dance starts,” he remarks with s grin, wiping a dribble of wine from his earlobe.

 

[Shayuri]

"Hmph," Guillaume appears quite disheartened by his loss, "Such a disgrace to lose to someone who disrespects his art so..."

*Another man emerges from the bushes like a silent shadow. He is somewhat older than Guillaume, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, though he is still in perfect physical condition, and he moves with a fluid grace.*

"No, Guillaume. You lost because you disrespected yours. You have forgotten why we train and lost your discipline to your anger. Your passion is commendable, but you must channel it constructively. And above all, you fought when you were told to wait and continue training. This Musketeer has shown more promise tonight than you."

"B...but!"

*He turns to Jacen.*

"I am Jean Darsanne il'Jurai, Initiate Blademaster. You have fought well, young man. If you have had time to catch your breath, perhaps you would like to duel against me to test your measure?"

Jacen looks suitably impressed at the title.

"Well, I suppose a friendly duel couldn't..."

Abruptly he remembers Marie and looks at her. "Except...this IS a party we're at, and I don't want to bore my friend here with all this tussling." He grins.

 

[Rystil Arden]

Jacen looks suitably impressed at the title.

"Well, I suppose a friendly duel couldn't..."

Abruptly he remembers Marie and looks at her. "Except...this IS a party we're at, and I don't want to bore my friend here with all this tussling." He grins.

*Marie seems upset that her brother was fighting and at what he said, but when the fight was still going, she was equal parts fascinated with the swordfight, watching the blades flash, meet, feint, and strike, her eyes wide and taking everything in.*

"Uh, no, it's okay--watching will be fun!"

 

[Rystil Arden]

“I don’t mean we should dance right now, I’m happy enough to wait until the time is right,” Gabriel chuckles. “As for the drink, if you’d like a full glass of the Ternan, rather than the little sample you had earlier, you may have mine, as I’m going to see if I can clean up a bit before the next dance starts,” he remarks with s grin, wiping a dribble of wine from his earlobe.

"Sure, why not," she grabs the wine glass from him and takes a sip, "Good show."

 

[Velmont]

"I'm sorry if I have disturb you, lady. It is an honor to be noticed by you. If you don't recognize my livery, it is because I'm not at the service of the house Dulirand. My masters is Gabriel Marteau, musketeer, but I also consider Jacen d'Ulat and Tristan d'Toussaint, his two companion, as my masters.

To answers your question, it is neither of them who has sent me. I must tell, with some shame, that if I have been taking attention of you by my own initiative. I serves my master with some zeal, and even if they have dismiss me and free me of my obligation for the night, I have been helping the servant of thsi house in there duty and by the same moment, trying to learn more about the guests of this party to help me to serve my masters.

But you have been intriguing me, as I couldn't learn anything from you. I must confess mystery fits you just like diamonds. It raises your beauty and attract the attention of everyone around you.

But I am sorry, I am losing myself and it isn't my place to speaks with the guest of this party, but to serves them. If you need anything, I am at your service as my masters doesn't need me for the night."

 

[unleashed]

"Sure, why not," she grabs the wine glass from him and takes a sip, "Good show."

“Until later then, lovely Valerie,” Gabriel declares with a winning smile, before leaving the group and looking for somewhere to clean up.

 

[Fenris]

"The wha...I was...? Oh, well, the priest looked out from the top of the mountain and brought forth blessings upon the lands of those in need. Soon enough, all those in the nearby kingdoms heard of his powers, and so the wealthy came and tempted him. He was offered gold, power, the hand of beautiful noblewomen in marriage and the resulting peerage, but yet he refused them all, and he continued to bless the destitute and misfortunate, those who could do nothing for him in return except feel gratitude in their hearts and raise a prayer for him. Even the king made an offer, but the priest turned it down. In anger at the holy man's insolence, the king took the priest's beautiful younger sister and threatened to burn her at the stake. The priest would not be cowed, and he refused his blessings upon the king, and yet, when his kinsmen came and begged him to unleash the Heavens' wrath upon the cruel monarch, he refused to do harm, continuing his peaceful vigil upon the mountaintop, praying for his sister's safety as he continued to bless those in need. On the day of the execution, the torch was thrown to the pyre, and it consumed everything, but yet, with the flames of the enormous pyre leaping high into the sky above the castle, the priest's sister, her ropes and clothing burned to cinders, could be seen walking unharmed, without the slightest burn, slowly down towards the gathered nobles and retainers. 'A witch!' the king shouted, his face twisted with rage, and he rushed forward with his sword and skewered the naked girl through the heart...except, her eyes flashed with holy light, and she reached down to touch the sword, which dispersed into flower petals and scattered on the wind, leaving no wound in her body, as feathery wings appeared on her back. The angel who had replaced the condemned girl simply glared at the king, and then she vanished, reappearing on the priest's mountain with the sister as well. The stories differ as to what happened next, but all agree that although the angel never struck back at the king, her simple glare of displeasure was enough to put a dire curse on his family that led them to ruin. And the priest's sister would return to become the mother of a strong noble family, while the priest would live in quiet obscurity with a daughter that no one could quite explain."

Tristan watches both Angelique and Triel carefully during the story, gauging their reactions to the story.

 

[Shayuri]

"Well, if she has no objection..." Jacen says, looking back at the Blademaster, "...then it'd be a honor to test myself against a real master of the blade."

"What terms, sir?"