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<blockquote data-quote="Echolocation" data-source="post: 8211067" data-attributes="member: 7011911"><p><strong>Text roleplay between sessions</strong></p><p><em>The combined work of Angharad's, Ella's, and Lisandra's players</em></p><p></p><p>Here is an excerpt of the text roleplay of Team BAD this week:</p><p></p><p>_________________________________________</p><p>Angharad's eyes linger on Ella as they come to a stop. He takes a deep breath and lets it out before calling out in Ancient.</p><p></p><p>"One can feel your distraction from here, it seems to this One as if you are being eaten by fleshborers. Speak."</p><p></p><p>The tiefling's eyes snap to him, darkly furious, before she controls her expression and turns to Asrabey, pointing eastward. "That way," she says curtly. The eladrin looks at her briefly before moving in the indicated direction, obviously deciding to leave whatever this was to the professionals.</p><p></p><p>Once the fey warrior is a good thirty feet away - following a barely perceptible animal trail - Ella turns back to Angharad. Her brown eyes are accusing but when she finally speaks her voice is oddly flat. "'Death is a trade.' That's what you said. When we spoke at your house."</p><p></p><p>A muscle flexes in her jaw. "So what, <em>exactly</em>, did the Unseen Court stand to gain from murdering Ellik? A <em>loyal </em>courier? Someone who'd given you all the information you asked for? Who was <em>under the effects of an enchantment</em> - which I told you at the <em>very beginning</em> - and <em>wasn't in control of his own actions</em>?" By now her voice is rising, echoing through the trees: "What, <em>exactly</em>, was the <em>logical gain from <strong>that</strong></em>?"</p><p></p><p>Asrabey pauses and looks back: expression unreadable but stance showing a hint of impatience.</p><p></p><p>Ella doesn't notice, attention fixed on Angharad. The edges of her vision blur with angry tears. "There's a difference between killing for a reason, killing because it's necessary, and <em>killing because you want to, Angharad</em>! The guard at the Obscurati meeting <em>didn't have to die</em>! <em><strong>Ellik </strong>didn't have to die</em>! You told me you kill for a reason or to protect the people you care about, but then you <em>murder a helpless witness just because Asrabey said so</em>? Ellik was as much a victim as Gale! He could have been <em>dispelled</em>! But you let <em><strong>her </strong></em>live and killed <em><strong>him</strong></em>? You don't think your precious <em>Seen of the Unseen</em> might have been a <em>little bit <strong>biased </strong>there</em>?"</p><p></p><p>The gnome's hands are clenched so tightly into fists that blood trickles down one hand from the claws digging into her palm. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breathless with anger.</p><p></p><p>It doesn't stop the jagged words from emerging though: "Is it because he was <em>fey </em>- not <em>human </em>enough to warrant humanity? Or do you not care about that at all? About what they ask you to do? Do you enjoy it or is it just business?" The tears in Ella's eyes are on her cheeks now: almost indistinguishable from the rain. "You didn't even <em>hesitate</em>!" The tiefling's voice breaks and her entire frame trembles.</p><p></p><p>The painful constriction in her throat makes it hard to talk, but Ella gets the last words out anyway, choking on them: "The last time I saw someone kill like that was <em><strong>Steelshaper</strong></em>! He got what he wanted and then <em>threw away the trash</em>!"</p><p></p><p>The scene from almost a year ago flashes in front of her eyes, just as painfully vivid as when Angharad had picked up the stake: a flash of silver metal; a gurgling cry; and a small, bloody body falling limp. The past and the present blur and Ella looks at Angharad with the same horrified eyes: the pain of innocence betrayed and faith broken. Her voice comes out low and wounded: "<em>How could you</em>?"</p><p></p><p>Angharad runs a hand through his hair briefly before turning to Asrabey "One needs a moment to explain things."</p><p></p><p>With a slow movement, Angharad withdraws a cigar, and rolls it between his fingers. "It was not business, it was not for enjoyment. It was duty. Ellik was enchanted you say, One agrees. But it does not matter. Ellik was twice forsworn. Once to the court for siding with the renegade, and twice for betraying the renegade to us." In a moment of frustration the cigar is snapped between his fingers and falls.</p><p></p><p>"The Court doesnt care about free will, the Court doesnt care about fairness." The grass near his feet leaning away from as his new powers act unconsciously. "And yes, if the Court declares it, this One will kill a gremlin who could warn Ekkosigian about us."</p><p></p><p>And finally, meeting Ella's eyes once again "How can one enjoy killing, if One does not feel a single thing as it happens?"</p><p></p><p>Skeet (Ella's clockwork leg) takes a step back - swaying like the surrounding vegetation - then one forward, uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Ella's tail lashes angrily and curls around her ankle as she closes her eyes, features twisting with emotion. When she speaks her voice is sharp as a string about to snap: "And if you could feel something, would you?"</p><p></p><p>Her eyes open, looking up at the kineticist: demanding and entreating. "Is your heart that cold, or are you just protecting it from the things they make you do? Because I find it hard to believe..." Ella heaves in a ragged breath, "that someone who does so much for his friends could feel <em>nothing at all</em> when killing someone else's."</p><p></p><p>Tremors run through her voice. "Is there <em>anything</em> you wouldn't do for them, or are you so bound up in oaths you don't know your own heart anymore? Because you're not just a <em>weapon</em>, Angharad! You-"</p><p></p><p>Ella swallows back impotent tears, struggling for words, "you're my <em>friend</em>." Her voice cracks then firms, taking on a fierce note: "And you're my <em><strong>family</strong></em>. And maybe the Court doesn't care about free will but<em> I do</em>! And I refuse to believe that <em><strong>my big brother</strong></em>, who'd walk through fire and acid and zombies for the people he loves, is just another tool in the hands of the Unseen Court! To be used and thrown away!"</p><p></p><p>The tiefling stalks forward and jabs the Cipith in the chest, glaring up at him. "So don't you <em><strong>dare </strong></em>go acting like you don't care or that duty is the only thing that matters! Maybe we have to kill a woods-damned fey lord to prevent a war, but I will not have it turning you back into some <em>heartless assassin</em> who values his life as little as those of the people he kills!"</p><p></p><p>The last line is punctuated with pokes, each targeting the spot where Gale's thunderstorm blast had hit earlier. "Because I care about you<em> too damned</em> much to watch you throw your life away for the sake of fey nobility who value the wording of laws more than intent!"</p><p></p><p>Lisandra silently listens, almost holding her breath, as she lets herself fade into the background. Her gaze shifts a little guiltily to the ground as she listens to Ella's words, before glancing carefully between the two again. A pensive frown tugs at her lips, but she keeps her mouth firmly shut waiting for the Cipith's response.</p><p></p><p>Angharad steps back with a flinch, eyes steaming for a moment. "One was <em>already </em>cast aside. One was deemed boring." Angharad's voice rising as he speaks, "One does what the Court wants because One must!"</p><p></p><p>Fist's clenched, they ignite, the Ashen Hand's fire calm while the other rages. "When One was found wanting, One wishes it was as quick as a stake through the heart but not all of us are given that mercy. Some of us are bound and burnt. Stakes driven in to hold One there as fire licks One's flesh."</p><p></p><p>For a few moments, the fire forms a saber, then a sword before flickering away to sparks "One will not do some things for them, but most things the Court requires, One will do as a chance to get close to her, so One can be free and she will be dead. If One isn't burnt out by then, then maybe One's life will be able to be kept."</p><p></p><p>With a whisper "Only then will One be able to be worthy."</p><p></p><p><strong>DM Notes</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Angharad was stolen by fey and raised in The Dreaming (a Cipith). He was the plaything of a fey who claimed she was a member of the Unseen Court. Given she can actually be <em>seen, </em>Angharad has slowly come to terms with the fact she lied. In reality, the fey is an 'ally' of Ekossigan. She came with him to The Waking, and is responsible for the curse placed on the older boy. Her secret intention is for Ekossigan to fall, leaving a chair open in the Court for her to claim. After the party travels to the Bleak Gate, she realises she will not be safe whilst Angharad grows in power. As a water nymph, she intends to assassinate Angharad in the final encounter of this book. Her skills are in enchantment, with her powers sourced from fear.</p><p></p><p>I plan on running the final encounter as a regular combat, with the naval combat happening in the background. The nymph will tail the Coaltongue, and shape the witchoil oozes dropped by Borne to become people/situations feared by the party. If her efforts fail, she will make her appearance known (hoping to draw fear from the Cipith, thereby enhancing her powers even more). She will consolidate every ooze aboard the Coaltongue to form a Witchoil Wyrm, drawing on Harkover's fear of his former tyrannical self.</p><p></p><p>I'm still designing the encounter. I might post it on the board for feedback in a separate thread.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Echolocation, post: 8211067, member: 7011911"] [B]Text roleplay between sessions[/B] [I]The combined work of Angharad's, Ella's, and Lisandra's players[/I] Here is an excerpt of the text roleplay of Team BAD this week: _________________________________________ Angharad's eyes linger on Ella as they come to a stop. He takes a deep breath and lets it out before calling out in Ancient. "One can feel your distraction from here, it seems to this One as if you are being eaten by fleshborers. Speak." The tiefling's eyes snap to him, darkly furious, before she controls her expression and turns to Asrabey, pointing eastward. "That way," she says curtly. The eladrin looks at her briefly before moving in the indicated direction, obviously deciding to leave whatever this was to the professionals. Once the fey warrior is a good thirty feet away - following a barely perceptible animal trail - Ella turns back to Angharad. Her brown eyes are accusing but when she finally speaks her voice is oddly flat. "'Death is a trade.' That's what you said. When we spoke at your house." A muscle flexes in her jaw. "So what, [I]exactly[/I], did the Unseen Court stand to gain from murdering Ellik? A [I]loyal [/I]courier? Someone who'd given you all the information you asked for? Who was [I]under the effects of an enchantment[/I] - which I told you at the [I]very beginning[/I] - and [I]wasn't in control of his own actions[/I]?" By now her voice is rising, echoing through the trees: "What, [I]exactly[/I], was the [I]logical gain from [B]that[/B][/I]?" Asrabey pauses and looks back: expression unreadable but stance showing a hint of impatience. Ella doesn't notice, attention fixed on Angharad. The edges of her vision blur with angry tears. "There's a difference between killing for a reason, killing because it's necessary, and [I]killing because you want to, Angharad[/I]! The guard at the Obscurati meeting [I]didn't have to die[/I]! [I][B]Ellik [/B]didn't have to die[/I]! You told me you kill for a reason or to protect the people you care about, but then you [I]murder a helpless witness just because Asrabey said so[/I]? Ellik was as much a victim as Gale! He could have been [I]dispelled[/I]! But you let [I][B]her [/B][/I]live and killed [I][B]him[/B][/I]? You don't think your precious [I]Seen of the Unseen[/I] might have been a [I]little bit [B]biased [/B]there[/I]?" The gnome's hands are clenched so tightly into fists that blood trickles down one hand from the claws digging into her palm. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breathless with anger. It doesn't stop the jagged words from emerging though: "Is it because he was [I]fey [/I]- not [I]human [/I]enough to warrant humanity? Or do you not care about that at all? About what they ask you to do? Do you enjoy it or is it just business?" The tears in Ella's eyes are on her cheeks now: almost indistinguishable from the rain. "You didn't even [I]hesitate[/I]!" The tiefling's voice breaks and her entire frame trembles. The painful constriction in her throat makes it hard to talk, but Ella gets the last words out anyway, choking on them: "The last time I saw someone kill like that was [I][B]Steelshaper[/B][/I]! He got what he wanted and then [I]threw away the trash[/I]!" The scene from almost a year ago flashes in front of her eyes, just as painfully vivid as when Angharad had picked up the stake: a flash of silver metal; a gurgling cry; and a small, bloody body falling limp. The past and the present blur and Ella looks at Angharad with the same horrified eyes: the pain of innocence betrayed and faith broken. Her voice comes out low and wounded: "[I]How could you[/I]?" Angharad runs a hand through his hair briefly before turning to Asrabey "One needs a moment to explain things." With a slow movement, Angharad withdraws a cigar, and rolls it between his fingers. "It was not business, it was not for enjoyment. It was duty. Ellik was enchanted you say, One agrees. But it does not matter. Ellik was twice forsworn. Once to the court for siding with the renegade, and twice for betraying the renegade to us." In a moment of frustration the cigar is snapped between his fingers and falls. "The Court doesnt care about free will, the Court doesnt care about fairness." The grass near his feet leaning away from as his new powers act unconsciously. "And yes, if the Court declares it, this One will kill a gremlin who could warn Ekkosigian about us." And finally, meeting Ella's eyes once again "How can one enjoy killing, if One does not feel a single thing as it happens?" Skeet (Ella's clockwork leg) takes a step back - swaying like the surrounding vegetation - then one forward, uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Ella's tail lashes angrily and curls around her ankle as she closes her eyes, features twisting with emotion. When she speaks her voice is sharp as a string about to snap: "And if you could feel something, would you?" Her eyes open, looking up at the kineticist: demanding and entreating. "Is your heart that cold, or are you just protecting it from the things they make you do? Because I find it hard to believe..." Ella heaves in a ragged breath, "that someone who does so much for his friends could feel [I]nothing at all[/I] when killing someone else's." Tremors run through her voice. "Is there [I]anything[/I] you wouldn't do for them, or are you so bound up in oaths you don't know your own heart anymore? Because you're not just a [I]weapon[/I], Angharad! You-" Ella swallows back impotent tears, struggling for words, "you're my [I]friend[/I]." Her voice cracks then firms, taking on a fierce note: "And you're my [I][B]family[/B][/I]. And maybe the Court doesn't care about free will but[I] I do[/I]! And I refuse to believe that [I][B]my big brother[/B][/I], who'd walk through fire and acid and zombies for the people he loves, is just another tool in the hands of the Unseen Court! To be used and thrown away!" The tiefling stalks forward and jabs the Cipith in the chest, glaring up at him. "So don't you [I][B]dare [/B][/I]go acting like you don't care or that duty is the only thing that matters! Maybe we have to kill a woods-damned fey lord to prevent a war, but I will not have it turning you back into some [I]heartless assassin[/I] who values his life as little as those of the people he kills!" The last line is punctuated with pokes, each targeting the spot where Gale's thunderstorm blast had hit earlier. "Because I care about you[I] too damned[/I] much to watch you throw your life away for the sake of fey nobility who value the wording of laws more than intent!" Lisandra silently listens, almost holding her breath, as she lets herself fade into the background. Her gaze shifts a little guiltily to the ground as she listens to Ella's words, before glancing carefully between the two again. A pensive frown tugs at her lips, but she keeps her mouth firmly shut waiting for the Cipith's response. Angharad steps back with a flinch, eyes steaming for a moment. "One was [I]already [/I]cast aside. One was deemed boring." Angharad's voice rising as he speaks, "One does what the Court wants because One must!" Fist's clenched, they ignite, the Ashen Hand's fire calm while the other rages. "When One was found wanting, One wishes it was as quick as a stake through the heart but not all of us are given that mercy. Some of us are bound and burnt. Stakes driven in to hold One there as fire licks One's flesh." For a few moments, the fire forms a saber, then a sword before flickering away to sparks "One will not do some things for them, but most things the Court requires, One will do as a chance to get close to her, so One can be free and she will be dead. If One isn't burnt out by then, then maybe One's life will be able to be kept." With a whisper "Only then will One be able to be worthy." [B]DM Notes[/B] Angharad was stolen by fey and raised in The Dreaming (a Cipith). He was the plaything of a fey who claimed she was a member of the Unseen Court. Given she can actually be [I]seen, [/I]Angharad has slowly come to terms with the fact she lied. In reality, the fey is an 'ally' of Ekossigan. She came with him to The Waking, and is responsible for the curse placed on the older boy. Her secret intention is for Ekossigan to fall, leaving a chair open in the Court for her to claim. After the party travels to the Bleak Gate, she realises she will not be safe whilst Angharad grows in power. As a water nymph, she intends to assassinate Angharad in the final encounter of this book. Her skills are in enchantment, with her powers sourced from fear. I plan on running the final encounter as a regular combat, with the naval combat happening in the background. The nymph will tail the Coaltongue, and shape the witchoil oozes dropped by Borne to become people/situations feared by the party. If her efforts fail, she will make her appearance known (hoping to draw fear from the Cipith, thereby enhancing her powers even more). She will consolidate every ooze aboard the Coaltongue to form a Witchoil Wyrm, drawing on Harkover's fear of his former tyrannical self. I'm still designing the encounter. I might post it on the board for feedback in a separate thread. [/QUOTE]
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