Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[Fenris]

"Ha! A wager then, yon ogre. Marie shall be mine before the moon is new again. If I win, then thy lot for the rest of thy wretched life shall be only to shout the glory of the Crimson Pumpernickel, the beauty of his noble brow, the stainless courage of his heroic code, and the sheer and awesome power of his LEGENDARY blade Corbinec."

*There is a whooshing sound from somewhere in the direction of the balcony as Tristan's eyesight recovers, but the smoke is still obscuring vision beyond a few feet.*

"And now he flees like the thief he is." mutters Tristan.

Tristan heads back to the doorway to find Belinda. He slowly and carefully kneels on one knee before her, blood pooling on the intricate pattern of the rug, creating a new and vibrant pattern in a living palette of reds. He takes Belinda's hand and kisses the back of it. "My apologies dear Belinda, for not teaching that thief his manners. He did flee before me at the end before my lesson was done. Silly and foppish he may be, his blade was sharp and he was somewhat skilled or extraordinarily lucky. In any case I know his words were lies, calling you an ass indeed. The mask must obstruct his sight. I am sorry I failed you." says Tristan soberly, standing up to his full height slowly and painfully. He reaches into his coat and draws forth a handkerchief, wipes off his sword and sheathes it. He then offers Belinda his arm, "We need to give Lara's brooch to Sabine. And we should probably warn Marie, where ever she is. Your pretty little lips hold secrets well." says Tristan playfully as he touches her lips gently.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"And now he flees like the thief he is." mutters Tristan.

Tristan heads back to the doorway to find Belinda. He slowly and carefully kneels on one knee before her, blood pooling on the intricate pattern of the rug, creating a new and vibrant pattern in a living palette of reds. He takes Belinda's hand and kisses the back of it. "My apologies dear Belinda, for not teaching that thief his manners. He did flee before me at the end before my lesson was done. Silly and foppish he may be, his blade was sharp and he was somewhat skilled or extraordinarily lucky. In any case I know his words were lies, calling you an ass indeed. The mask must obstruct his sight. I am sorry I failed you." says Tristan soberly, standing up to his full height slowly and painfully. He reaches into his coat and draws forth a handkerchief, wipes off his sword and sheathes it. He then offers Belinda his arm, "We need to give Lara's brooch to Sabine. And we should probably warn Marie, where ever she is. Your pretty little lips hold secrets well." says Tristan playfully as he touches her lips gently.

*Tristan notices as the blood pools that the slashes through his chest form a pattern. He was hit three times by the Crimson Pumpernickel's seemingly haphazard and accidental successes. One vertical line, crosses by opposing diagonal ones to form a 'P' as in Pumpernickel.*

"Oh, well, it isn't your fault Tristan. You were obviously winning, and that's why he ran away."

*As the smoke clears and Tristan cleans his sword, Belinda picks up a note left behind on the floor.*

"What's this?"

'To the Family Dulirand,

I have come to court my dearest Marie, but, being at first spurned, I now have realised that she must be under an enchantment from some foul witch that makes her forget her true beloved and see only a peasant wretch, a villainous snake who hides himself amongst the king's men. It is clear that for a hero, only one option remains. I must free my beloved from this wicked curse, and to do that, I must have her at my side. To that end, thou wilt discover that I have extracted the Rose's Tear from the vault beneath thy keep. Send Marie alone to meet me outside of the ruins on the Alisoth Plains in exactly ten days, no more, no less. Alone. If I see anyone else, the Tear will be destroyed before thou canst ever locate me. Thou shalt recover thy Tear once my beloved is assuredly mine.

Sincerely thine,
The Crimson Pumpernickel'

"What in the world?"

 

[Fenris]

"He is not merely a lunatic, he is a coward and a thief pure and simple. He has stolen this Tear to steal Marie. I and fear that I underestimated my foe. I shall not do so again. In any case he is obviously deranged, dangerous, but still crazy. Addled by too many stories and fables perhaps. No matter, we must hurry."

Tristan strips the bloody and torn shirt off his broad, bloody chest, it had been befouled by the mark of the Baker. He uses the remnants to staunch the blood flow a bit.

"Pardon my impropriety Belinda, but can you try to find a shirt that would fit me, a great coat might do in a pinch. Then find every last Dulirand, Tomas to Marie and send them here. I will find my comrades as well, we shall meet back here. Tell no one outside the family of what is occurring. We must act swiftly and discreetly."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"He is not merely a lunatic, he is a coward and a thief pure and simple. He has stolen this Tear to steal Marie. I and fear that I underestimated my foe. I shall not do so again. In any case he is obviously deranged, dangerous, but still crazy. Addled by too many stories and fables perhaps. No matter, we must hurry."

Tristan strips the bloody and torn shirt off his broad, bloody chest, it had been befouled by the mark of the Baker. He uses the remnants to staunch the blood flow a bit.

"Pardon my impropriety Belinda, but can you try to find a shirt that would fit me, a great coat might do in a pinch. Then find every last Dulirand, Tomas to Marie and send them here. I will find my comrades as well, we shall meet back here. Tell no one outside the family of what is occurring. We must act swiftly and discreetly."

"I'll do my best," Belinda promises, leaving to find a shirt. She returns with the aforementioned great coat, which is large enough at least for Tristan.

(OOC: We can grab Jacen, but Gabriel is a bit behind in time, so he still has to catch up. You could have Tristan choose not to get Gabriel yet, or otherwise we need to pause this part of the thread and wait for him)

 

[Fenris]

"I'll do my best," Belinda promises, leaving to find a shirt. She returns with the aforementioned great coat, which is large enough at least for Tristan.

(OOC: We can grab Jacen, but Gabriel is a bit behind in time, so he still has to catch up. You could have Tristan choose not to get Gabriel yet, or otherwise we need to pause this part of the thread and wait for him)

OOC: We'll pause to let him resolve his duel as well. Can't let him not have his fun. Although Jacen had a lot more fun than I did But hey, I got an arch-enemy out of the deal. Although Tristan may not be eating bread for a while.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Okey dokey. He hasn't started the fight yet, but we can wait--we can at least have some of the others come up first or something? I dunno. We may just have to sit tight)

 

[Fenris]

(OOC: Okey dokey. He hasn't started the fight yet, but we can wait--we can at least have some of the others come up first or something? I dunno. We may just have to sit tight)

OOC: However you want to play it. BTW You did a masterful job of setting me up. I am still trying to get the fishhook out of my lip

 

[Rystil Arden]

OOC: However you want to play it. BTW You did a masterful job of setting me up. I am still trying to get the fishhook out of my lip

(OOC: Hmm, the fishhook? I'll have Belinda go get some other Dulirands and Jacen and Marie first

EDIT: Edited earlier post to Jacen to add Belinda, and Shayuri was offline since that post went up, so the slipped edit should work.)

 

[Fenris]

(OOC: Hmm, the fishhook? I'll have Belinda go get some other Dulirands and Jacen and Marie first

EDIT: Edited earlier post to Jacen to add Belinda, and Shayuri was offline since that post went up, so the slipped edit should work.)

OOC: Yeah I saw that edited post first and was a little confused.

 

[unleashed]

"I think my success with the ladies speaks for itself," Meleagant laughs, "Now why don't you run along. Your tone ill befits tonight's jollity."

*He turns his back to Gabriel.*

“Success with the ladies? I’ve seen that you can hold their attention with stories, nothing more,” Gabriel chuckles, before turning more serious, “And before you accuse me of an ill tone, sir, you might want to explain your conduct towards Anne Debreuil, which certainly wasn’t appropriate tonight or any night for that matter.”