The Secret Scion

[Rystil Arden]

*Rayni is dressed in typical Khorvaire fashions, with her sword, though ineffectual, as part of her disguise as Layrdriel. She stays far away from anyone with the Mark of Shadow and she doesn't really mingle with the other elves, though she doesn't stay enough away to stand out. Mostly, she keeps an eye on Mel to make sure her friend is okay.*

 

[stonegod]

[SBLOCK=In the Depths]

Sparky, whom you realize you haven't seen in a while, is sleeping on its chest and rises up when you come back. "You certainly took long enough!"

Tondrek claps his hands together. "Sparky! Silly rat, running off. Should have a word with you!"

OOC: My Lips are sealed. [/SBLOCK]
House Thuranni’s 51st annual Blade Gallery Gala

The half-orc fidgets in the "finery" that Playful and Strange Eye Elf were able to procure from somewhere and stick on him. Even so attired, it looks off on the half-orc, and this little to nothing that can be done about the drool and greasy hair. Tondrek just does not do fancy.

Tondrek is easily fascinated by all the magical mysteries on display, staring intently at each, his hands twisting or twitching as the cogs in that strange head of his turn. He occasionally asks the passing servant about the "alchemo-magical mechanism of aerial acrobatics" or the "undulating weave of the figment phantasm." It does not help that he usually has crumbs or such dangling from his chin during these impromptu interrogations. However, for the most part his hunched form stays away from all the Pretty People, and the young half-orc never notices the askance looks shot his way.

When the weapon dances come out, Tondrek oohs and aahs, but his eye is more on the weapons than they moves made with them. The intricacies of the styles are lost on him, and his spends this part of the party tapping his chin, and tracing patterns on his arm which seem idle at first but on closer inspection seem to be based on weapon patterns. It emulates the Flashy Elf's ruby blade, then the strange halfling weapon, and then others. Tondrek seems to be in a world of his own, gazing, analyzing, and mumbling.

 

[Bront]

Melody is dressed in a slim dancing dress with a sword on her side, and is at home among the dancers, elegantly weaving her way among the crowd, never staying in a conversation too long.

She will attempt to locate Layferi, and more particularly catch him in a spot away from the crowds.

[sblock=If she catches Layferi]If Mel spots him off to the side, she will signal Rayni, and change into Melphina somewhere private before confronting him. She will bring some extra accessories and such and a dress that is easy to alter on the fly so it should only take her a few moments to change the dress, then she will approach him as Melphina.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Rayni will watch Mel and Layferi to see where she is needed.*

[SBLOCK=OOC Mel] Wait, what's the signal for again? Also, doesn't Layferi know that Melphina is dead? Others do too, I'm sure--won't that break up the party [/SBLOCK]

 

[Bront]

[sblock=OOC]Mel will have worked out a hand signal before hand (Or should have). And no, actualy most people think she returned to Valenar, and there is no direct evidence that she died.[/sblock]

 

[Erekose13]

At the sight of the recent convert, Hxaptos smiles. at least I know he's on my side. Tempted to enter, he resists, knowing that he is not ready, not powerful enough... yet.

Once at the ball, Hxaptos remarks to Tondrek, "Can you believe they let us in?" He'll watch the blade dancers but his eyes always trail to the darker corners (and at an elven party there'll be lots) to stay alert for tentacles, eyes, or stranger things.

 

[Someone]

Harolk eyes with interest the martial show, specially the two-weapons style displays, but after a while he decides that they are not of his liking: not flashy enough, and on the other hand too flashy. They look more like a dance than a serious attempt to kill someone; and, if you want to look cool, you want to show skill, strenght and the ability to cut your enemy in several pieces before he dies, not just to stab him. And seriously, none of them can have a orange sword that cuts metal and speaks gnomish.

Nonetheless, he discusses some techniques of his own with the 'dancers', and ofers a bit of show on his own (ooc: Perform-weapon drill skill, taking 10, total roll 21). As he chats, he slips in some questions about "My good friend Silas Karrnathen" and where could he be.

 

[D20Dazza]

Bail, dressed in neat, casual, close fitting clothes of black refrains from drinking and socialising, instead he trys to keep an eye on his girls (as he has come to think of Mel and Rayni (and Sheny)). His Greataxe is strapped securely to his back and his warhammer hangs heavily at his side. The young man is tense, his muscles tight and his manners terse when spoken to.

 

[stonegod]

Once at the ball, Hxaptos remarks to Tondrek, "Can you believe they let us in?"

The half-orc shrugs at the Lumpy One's question, distracted by a sudden change in the magical decorations. "They nice people, I think, all pretty like. Not like the nice pretty people that took of my shirt and stuff. They weren't really nice."

The young man is tense, his muscles tight and his manners terse when spoken to.

Tondrek cocks his head to the side as he sees the Less Sour Man being more sour again. The half-orc suspected that he had nothing to do with it; Less Sour seemed to be more terse in public out with the Pretty Elves. Speaking of, Tondrek could not see them anywhere, or at least he could not distinguish them from any of the other Pretty Elves already at the show.

Taking a strange looking beverage from one of the people carrying them (the self same servant he had asked about the "necromantic possibilities of negative energy fueled illusions" before, not that that registered), Tondrek meanders through the crows until he is next to the tense young man. The half-orc holds out the drink to Bail a bit crookedly. "You drink. Be less sour and more happy. People like this stuff, I think." Looking around at the weapons, Tondrek comes up with another idea when he sees Harolk. "Or try to show off stuff, like Big Sword Man over there. He look happy."

 

[D20Dazza]

Taking a strange looking beverage from one of the people carrying them (the self same servant he had asked about the "necromantic possibilities of negative energy fueled illusions" before, not that that registered), Tondrek meanders through the crows until he is next to the tense young man. The half-orc holds out the drink to Bail a bit crookedly. "You drink. Be less sour and more happy. People like this stuff, I think." Looking around at the weapons, Tondrek comes up with another idea when he sees Harolk. "Or try to show off stuff, like Big Sword Man over there. He look happy."

"Thank you Tondrek but no, I'm not being sour but alert" Bail says to the half-orc with a crooked grin "We ran into some trouble recently and I'm just worried about the girls, there're too many people here for it to be safe to let down my gaurd"