Spheres of Influence:Rhiannon in Jepardy? GAME

[Tilmamir]

Wrinkle Waybright

Wrinkle plays for a until there is only one customer left, and he is so drunk he can not hear anything. Underplow hoists him up and out the door, where the man sobers up just enough to stumble down the road. Having seen Relsyn come back already, and shortly after him Inwe and Airith, Wrinkle heads for the stairs himself.

"Nice job tonight, Wrinkle. Many patrons stayed later than usual, and spent more coin in the process. We like that, don't we?" Underwood gives a friendly jab in Wrinkle's side. Underplow packs up as Wrinkle heads to bed. I'm in the guild, access to other performers, good first day he thinks as he drifts off.

 

[Zachian]

Airith

Airith awakes to yet another wet tongue across his cheek. He sits up to see Relsyn sleeping in the other bed. Across the hall faint snores can be heard.
Must be Wrinkle. Glad there are at least a few walls between me and him.
Airith looks out the window to see that the sun is just about to rise.
Looks like I have time for breakfest
He quickly puts on his messenger clothing and quietly heads downstairs with Smoke following. The morning staff is busy cleaning and preparing for the day. Underplow is restocking the bar and one of his employees is mopping the floor. The kitchen staff can be heard in the back.
"Morning Under, how about some breakfest."
"Sure, sure, I tell them to bring something out for you."
"Smoke too, if you don't mind."
Airith takes a seat at a table. Underplow heads back to the kitchen through the doors and orders can be heard barking about the dough not being right and the stew needs more potatoes. A minute or so later a young lady comes out with a look of relief for being able to leave the kitchen. She places some bread and cheese down on the table with a small pot of tea. She then places a bowl of scraps down on the floor for Smoke who begins eating it right away.
"Here you go."
"Thank you very much."
Airith eats quietly and a little faster than normal.
Don't want to miss this butler.
He finishes his tea.
"Smoke you stay here this time. You can go with the others if they don't mind but I'm afraid that most messengers don't keep a dog with them. I'll be back sometime this afternoon. And please stay out of trouble."
Airith gives Smoke a playful head scratch and then heads out the door. He sees Smoke head over to the corner of the stage and lay down before exiting.
Guess I better get over to the Hopson, don't want to miss him.

 

[Tinuviel]

Inwe

"It would certainly be new and interesting experience. I would be pleased to join you. Where is it to be held, that I may meet you there?" After wrapping up the conversation, Inwe returns to the Inn for the night, telling the others of her evening and plans before they turn in, asking for whatever advice they might offer. The day of the wedding, she dresses in her nicest attire, sky-blue tunic, usual green cloak, her hair braided to accent the green strands. She leaves her pack and Cildar at the Inn. Her staff she walks with, and she makes her way to the Coleman's house.

 

[Tilmamir]

Inwe

Coleman says "Wonderful! Oh you can not meet me at the wedding. That would be just too scandalous! I know you are a proper lady, I can just tell. The ladies who meet men at parties are, shall we say, 'calling on them' and they would not be permitted into this wedding."

"No, you must meet me at my house, and my servants can help you prepare for the wedding and give some proper etiquette for a noble wedding. It is surely not the way the elves wed, nor most other peoples either.

Come to the West side on the main road through the floating city. Follow the road to the left and wind down towards the fish smell. The gate on your right just before you cross the bridge is mine. Ring and someone will be right with you. Come around…mid-afternoon day after tomorrow. You may stay as my guest in my house that night, as crossing the city late at night is unwise.

Oh Inwe, thank you! We will show the lords that the Fairweather family still has some class left in it."
Both finish their drinks and make their farewells.

[Inwe notices the next day that she is followed, at various times throughout the day, by an older woman with smile wrinkles around her eyes and a lace bonnet on her head. She is obviously trying - very poorly- to be discrete]

[Inwe, as she described earlier, arrives at the gate of the Fairweather estate. Upon knocking there, the door opens and the very woman who was following is standing there.]

 

[Gwaihir]

Relsyn

Relsyn awakes after sunrise to find Airiths bunk empty.

"I wouldn't have figured the little guy to be an early riser." He thinks.

After washing up and getting dressed, he spends about an hour doing morning devotions, (Spells rememorized--as before) then wanders down to the dining room.

"One big breakfast for me please," He asks the halfling proprietor.

Relsyn wolfs down his breakfast while paging though a worn old book on the sayings of St. Dismas. He is only superficially aware of the patrons around him.

Finishing his breakfast, Relsyn signs the tab to his room, puts the small book in his pack and drains the big mug of water that he asked for.

He makes his way to St. Macedone's temple, stopping only once for directions, in hopes of meeting with Foscil the Librarian.

 

[Zachian]

Airith

Airith makes his way to the Hopson with no problems. He enters through the doors and has a look around.
Not as nice as the one I worked at.
"Can I help you sir?"
"No thanks, I just came to look at your selections."
"O.K. then, just holler if you need some help with anything, anything at all."
I hope I don't have to wait to long for this guy. Oh, they have Dragon Blood Ale.
Airith spends about a half hour perusing their selections. There are many different types of alcohol with varying prices. Airith is about to head out when a distinguished looking man in black with blue and gold trim enters. He waves at the man at the counter and begins looking at the selection. Airith makes his way over to him. Airith waits until there is no one in ear shot.
"Excuse me sir, I am having trouble moving my horse."

 

[Tinuviel]

Inwe

"So do you doubt my intentions or are you merely curious?" Inwe then follows the woman and her instruction, asking more about this wedding and associated customs. Also, "I'm afraid I know not much more about the Youngstrom family than their widely-known name. Can you tell me more of what you know of them?"

 

[Tilmamir]

Airith READYING 20

Walker Ackland exited the front gate to his master's estate. He was the only staff member allowed to do that, and he was proud of it. Today he was on a mission for his lord, and a very secret one.

Pushing a two wheeled beer cart, he crossed the series of six bridges in the northern district. As he approached the river bank again, the road swings around the mysterious cluster of strange shell-like houses. Walker picked up his pace and shuddered, as he does every time he passes this area, hoping the dead do not come out to get him. Finally heading toward the gate, he relaxes and enjoys the fine weather this morning.

He entered Hopson Brewery, as he does every Earth-Day, and went right to the sales area. These massive timber pillars and trusses are so.. big. I bet they impress those poor wretches, but no me. Huge copper kettles hiss and steam in the background. Men stir vats of bubbling mash up on huge frames over stone fireplaces large enough to be home to a family. A few people in proper 'house livery' are being waited upon at the counter, so Walker relaxes a bit an waits.

"Excuse me sir, I am having trouble moving my horse." Ah the call sign. Looking left and right, he does not see anyone. Then he looks down.

"I suppose you would, little boy." Looking closer " Oh, I mean sir. Try lifting it's tail, if you can reach that high." He can hardly contain a snicker, but sobers up quickly.
"Name is Mr. Ackland. I can see how you expect to be overlooked. I suppose you have had a job like my lord requires. "
Airith nods and begins to sputter in his outrage over this derogatory treatment.
"Whoa now. Let me finish my business here and we can meet somewhere more private."

Mr. Ackland speaks to a person behind the counter and a few seconds later two teenagers haul out a large barrel and set it into the cart just outside the door. After exchanging some coin, Mr. Ackland goes to the door, making sure Airith is following. He pushes his cart toward a tavern (a very nice tavern) and goes in.

Airith follows him in, and notices several other people wearing the couriers livery he is wearing, as well as matches for Mr. Ackland as well. They order juice, and when it arrives, Mr. Ackland pays for both of them.
"I suppose you want some details about our job?" He quiets down and explains more about the job…
They talk quietly for ten minutes, or so, and Airith leaves, pocketing a pouch inside his coin purse.

 

[Tilmamir]

Relsyn

Relsyn enters St. Macedone's temple easily, as the door is open already. After a brief prayer at the alter, he makes for the opposite door as last night, the one marked 'Library.' Inside is a page, the boy met last night, in fact, who smiles at him.

"I bet you are here to see Father Focil, right?" Relsyn nods.
He disappears into the dark cavernous room behind him, and shortly returns.
"Father Focil says just head back to meet him. He is cataloging shelf sixteen right now. I think he was expecting you." he points towards the back.

Relsyn moves down the narrow isle, around a round bookshelf, off to the left a little, towards the area where the light is shining on the ceiling. Indeed, Focil is there in the usual Librarian position: on his knees, books all around him and a bookshelf half full, squinting at the title of a dusty book.

Focil is a clear-faced man, almost boyish looking. He wears the simple cloak of the order, although it is almost brand new. "Be right with you, Father" he says as he glances toward Relsyn. A few seconds later, he jots some notes on his paper, reshelves the book, and stands up stiffly.

"Now what can I do for you. I hope it is help with some research, as Wynter suggested. The honorable Wynter has no interest in research as I know it and teases me sometimes. Well, what about it? How can I help?" He eagerly thrusts his had toward Relsyn as he says all this quickly.

 

[Tilmamir]

Inwe (READYING 21)

"Oh my dear… Was I so obvious? Oh my oh my." She mutters and fusses as she leads Inwe through the grounds and to the main house.

"My dear, oh I was getting an idea of your size for some accessories you may need. My Lord Fairweather requested that I help you be presentable at the wedding tonight. . . .Oh dearie me, doubt your intentions? Why? Are you up to something? My oh my… I don't think so."

As they enter the low roofed building, Inwe feels somewhat at home here. All the materials are natural, and nothing seems to be wrought or hacked. The wood is more - natural - than it was a tree. The craftsmanship may actually be elven. Glass and stone, wood and cloth, plaster and paint all harmonize perfectly. Through the entry and into a set of rooms that appears to be more feminine.
"The lady's room - rest her soul. Sit here please. [gestures to a chair] Shall I draw you a bath?"

She leaves before Inwe agrees, but there is time and the lady seems kind enough. A few seconds later she returns with the sound of water running in the other room.

"Oh my, my dear Inwhy, I know your name but you do not know mine. Just call me Bee. Everyone does. [Inwe speaks] 'Inwhay'… ' Inwe' Oh dear, but I have it now, right Inwe [Inwe nods] Oh the bath should be ready."

She leads into a smaller room with a large stone basin set into the ground, looking like a natural stone pool. Water trickles down from overhead down a wall with inset waterfall, and into the pool. The rest of the room is lined with slate, dark marble, and mosses lit by a skylight above. The water is steaming a little.

"I shall leave you for a few minutes while I collect some things. We can talk when I return." Bee leaves, but still mutters kindly to herself, obviously enjoying waiting on someone again. Inwe disrobes and enters the bath, making herself cleaner than she has been in a long time. Scented soaps, essence of jasmine and Lilly flowers, and plush towels surround a small padded chair in another corner. Ten minutes later, Bee returns while Inwe is still bathing.
"My dear - use more soap, how about some salts? Did you find the oils… I can not smell any more so I do not know" she chuckles a bit. "Here is a dress, it may fit you.
[looks at Inwe's face]
Yours IS beautiful, but it is not proper for the wedding. Oh my no. That must be white! Only the bride may have another color. I guess you did not know. That is okay, dear. Try this on…" She puts the dress on the chair, after it is evident that Inwe is waiting for her to leave, and closes the door on her way out.

The dress fits well, if not a bit loosely. After Inwe enters the dressing room again, Bee goes to work again - 200 strokes with a hairbrush, some paste in her hair that makes it smell of lilac and shine like water - especially stunning with the green streaks. Silk sash, pearl necklace, silver hair-comb, just a touch of makeup … An hour of fussing and chatter later, Bee is satisfied that Inwe is perfect.

"There my dear - I got it right for you. That is why I was following you - size - color - accessorizing. Lord Fairweather would expect the best, of course. My Dear, you are … stunning. You should be pleased."

Inwe looks at herself in a full length silvered glass, and appears just as Bee described.