Ties that Bind - Silverymoon - Chapter 1 "Diplomats?"

[Shayuri]

Jonas claps his hand theatrically to his heart as if stung by the steward's dubiousness, but doesn't make an issue of it from there. Fun was fun, but shapechanging lost a lot of effectiveness when it was expected. Keeping his true abilities shrouded was a -good- thing, even if it meant enduring those 'looks' every now and then.

He sauntered into the waiting room and plopped down into a chair across from the room's other occupant, whom he regarded for a moment with opelescent elf eyes. Finally he leaned forward with a chummy smile and extended his hand.


"Greetings, friend. You can call me Jonas. Here to see the High Mage?"

(Tag Corund )

 

[gabrion]

Cassandra:[sblock]Despite her skepticism, Cassandra readies herself for a visit to the High Palace of Silverymoon. Traveling through the city she finds the place to be stunningly beautiful, and even more so as she approaches the Palace itself. The four towers of the massive structure rise like beacons of hope for the north. Entering the Palace she finds it to be equally beautiful, with tapestries, statutes, carvings in the walls, and many other grand decorations at every corner.

She also notices the guards making their patrols inside and out of the Palace, capable looking men an women in bright silver armor. If there was too be fighting, these guards would no doubt be troublesome, if only for their large numbers. Still, she entered the central tower of the palace, moonshield as it was called, and made her way to the Hall of Greeting. There she was met by the steward, who kindly responded after seeing her token.

"Ah, you're just in time Cassandra. The others have already arrived to meet with the High Mage, but he has not been able to see them just yet, as he is finishing up a small matter at the moment. If you will follow me, I can show you to the meeting room where you can wait for him."[/sblock]

The steward shows Cassandra to a finely decorated meeting room with a small table surrounded by five chairs. There are two others waiting in the meeting room already, presumably awaiting the High Mage as well.

"Now that you all are here, I'm sure the High Mage will be along soon. You might want to get acquainted with one another before he arrives."

OOC:[sblock]Since this is the first time you are all seeing one another, you may want to describe your looks (especially if they differ from your description in the RG).[/sblock]

 

[Erudite]

The man smiles a tight, aristocratic smile. "Pleased." He does not actually grip the proferred hand, instead waving a hand loosely in the air, in some form of greeting. "Yes, you are.". A hand strokes a finely curled and pressed beard of auburn coloration, upon whose fingers flash gemmed rings of outstanding value. The silk and velvet clothing is stitched in gold thread in the pattern of thunderbolts and vines.

A wandering glance takes a rather bored appraisal of the sumptuously appointed chamber. Eventually it returns to Jonas. "Do fetch me a glass of something, lad. To be kept waiting like this is a constant drain on my excellent disposition and poor health" he sighs.

When Cassandra enters, he briefly looks lively, but soon sinks into apathy when he realizes that the High Mage is indeed not yet arrived.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Cassandra is beautiful and a bit exotic-looking. Her silky hair is a soft, flaxen hue of golden blonde. Her eyes are kind and big, crystalline blue in colour. [SBLOCK=Spot Check DC 25+Distance]Her skin seems normal, but someone looking very closely might notice an incredibly subtle lavender tint.[/SBLOCK] Her body is lushly curved, and she is wearing a dress that shows off her skin, as well as light silks draped across her shoulders, a beautiful golden girdle, a jeweled necklace, anklets, and bracelets too. Most beautiful of all are her platinum diadem bedecked with sapphires that match her eyes [SBLOCK=Knowledge History DC 30]The diadem has telltale runes and stylistic idiosyncrasies that mark it as ancient Netherese in origin, though not associated with the Shade Enclave.[/SBLOCK] and the large sapphire on her dress right over her heart[SBLOCK=Knowledge Arcana DC 30]The gem seem to be enhanced with the flow of the Weave symbiotically, much like the ancient chardalyns used by the Netherese.[/SBLOCK].*

*She pulls a chair out away from the table to a place where she can see all possible entrances and sits down, deep in thought.*

*Sibyl, however, is having none of this, and so the two men soon hear a sweet girlish voice in their heads:*

'Hi! My name's Sibyl, and that's Cassandra over there on the chair. Will you be my friend?'

 

[Erudite]

+21 Spot
Spot (1d20+21=36)
+22 Knowledge (arcana)
Know Arcana (1d20+22=33)

The red head 'harummphs'. "Young lady, I hardly know you well enough!" He pulls at his waxed moustache. "Kindly remove yourself from my mental processes at once!"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Cassandra hadn't been aware of Sibyl's little greeting, although when the man replies out loud, she realises it should have been obvious.*

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. That was just Sibyl. I'm not sure what she said, but she means no harm. That's just the way she talks."

*Corund hears the sad sound of a girl crying in his mind, but then it fades away.*

[SBLOCK=Cassandra]He's a meanie! I'm not getting good vibes from that guy, Cassie. Maybe you're right about those wizards...[/SBLOCK]

 

[Shayuri]

Jonas is taken aback by Corund's offhanded request, but before he can compose the perfect reply, his attention is mercifully diverted by Cassandra's entrance. At once he's on his feet, gesturing grandly for Cass to enter.

"Cassandra," he declaims, "and...Sibyl is it? How appropriate." He chuckles at some private joke and sits down once Cass has.

"Voice in my head, or dulcet tones in my ear, I would be more than happy to count myself among your friends. Please, call me Jonas. Your arrival is a welcome relief, and not just because it will hasten the High Mage's coming!"

He offers his hand for a shake.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Cassandra extends her hand, a bit unsure as to whether he is about to initiate the dral'knar or something else.*

*But meanwhile, Sibyl continues:*

[SBLOCK=Jonas]'You're nice! Not like that mean guy over there...Is that why our arrival is a welcome relief? Oh, and you can just think something to me in your head if you want to talk to me and not have anyone else hear it, not even Cassandra.'[/SBLOCK]

 

[Erudite]

The red head blows out his moustachios with a puff of air. "Yes, yes, no harm meant. More harm than good has come from innocent curiosity, you can see that!" This is addressed to Cassandra, and perhaps from a curious, wandering gaze about the room, and even a slight peek under the table, to the mysterious Sybil as well. ""A man's privacy is the last bastion of his mind! Or...is it the mind is the last bastio...bother! Bother it up and down the Delymber, I've lost my train of thought..." The pale eyes grow less heated and more bored.

""You may call me Phinneous Phlaxseid", he announces to no one in particular after a few silent moments.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Trust me, Sibyl can't intrude on your thoughts--it is just the way she talks. If I wanted to intrude, I would ask why your skin is really a shadowy grey with silver hair and pupiless eyes--not quite a Shade, but..."

"...Or why our elf friend Jonas is a dark-haired human with blue eyes...I feel almost open about myself in comparison, despite saying nothing..."