Game Thread Part 1: Cold Reception - Page 4 - RPG Crossing
RPG Crossing Home Forums Create An Account! Site Rules & Help

RPG Crossing
Go Back   RPG Crossing > Games > Pathfinder: 1e > Shattered Inheritance > The Empyrean Legacy
twitter facebook facebook

Notices

Reply
 
Thread Tools
  #46  
Old Jun 23rd, 2016, 05:44 PM
SophieValentine's Avatar
SophieValentine SophieValentine is offline
I'm a Helper!
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Dec 8th, 2021
RPXP: 6802
SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine
Posts: 1,424
A Series of Unfortunate EventsBrother Damien 'Voss' was really beginning to think he ought to do inventory of his life. Maybe of the last week? Something needed to be done to figure out what exactly he'd done to so thoroughly piss off Fate herself as to land himself in the same predicament twice. 'Was it because I haven't been working on this 'vampire' situation? Is that it?' He mused to himself, head buried in sheets, next to the shaking side of the darling woman - currently trying to stifle her giggling - that he happened to be nearly entangled with. 'How could it? I've certainly slacked off before now and never had this problem.' He had talked and cajoled and worked his ...supposing you count 'Remove Disease', this statement would be both figurative AND literal...hmm.magic on the young lady, but now - just now - there was a tapping on the door.

Sighing, he clamored out of bed, an amused look on his face as he put finger to lips to shush darling Ida. Playfully, he jerked the bedsheets nearly over top of her, as though it was anything like a hiding place. Pulling his pants back up, he wrestled with the things to get them tied, and scooped up his shirt. "Coming!" Sighing again, he padded across the room on bare feet; he leaned against the wall and cracked the door, nearly about to put an arm through the shirt - rather expecting Bauden to have come to retrieve him for something. Or else expecting a report.

Before he could attempt to get dressed further, his brain registered the young noblewoman there, and he immediately slipped through the door, crowding her out of the doorway and into the hall, hand still clutching his shirt. Letting go the door, having pulled it shut, he rubbed a hand down his face, leaving an easy grin behind, "What...ah..." Voss gave the young woman an appraising once over, "What can I do ya for, Miss...Miss...say" Voss affects a look of disappointment, "I'm afraid the introductions got tossed around before I got there - made an ass of myself, and I didn't even catch your name, dear lady."

Last edited by SophieValentine; Jun 24th, 2016 at 11:50 PM.
Reply With Quote
  #47  
Old Jul 6th, 2016, 04:04 PM
Aethera's Avatar
Aethera Aethera is offline
spinning in circles
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Jun 4th, 2023
RPXP: 53021
Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera
Posts: 19,226
The mercenary glanced at the young lady opposite her, Elizabeta's neatly styled hair and well-kept clothing nearly the polar opposite of Mina's own bloodstained and gritty image. So why do I feel a certain kinship to her? Is it because we fought more or less together? she wondered. But she shoved those thoughts aside to reply with as gracious a smile as she could manage. "Thank you, no. I did eat dinner, I've just done a fair bit since that sad excuse for a meal. One can't exactly eat well while sneaking about in a frigid bog." She looked down at the two empty plates and sighed. "I can only hope my manners are in better shape tomorrow, Miss DeVeyra."

The curtain was pulled aside to reveal the girl who had been waiting on her (or her sister, Mina wasn't paying close enough attention to know the difference), beckoning. Mina rose and nodded to both Elizabeta and Haytham. "Goodnight to you both." So saying she took the saddlebags she'd tucked behind her chair and followed the girl out of the dining room and down the hall, where the girl unlocked a room and then handed Mina the key. "Thanks," Mina told her, accepting the key and holding it tightly lest her weary fingers drop it. Her bags were dropped next to the bed to be dealt with in the morning, the mercenary falling into bed fully clothed and just as quickly asleep.

OOCIn case it wasn't obvious, I'm going to consider this my "Mina's dead to the world and I don't need to post till the IC AM" post. Outplay is draining my soul, I can't even describe. Better that I not slow you down, even if that means that Mina "sleeps in" and causes that much more drama after her insistence upon meeting Brother Voss before his morning devotions so she could assist in helping him choose spells.
__________________
Status: Here goes nothing...
GM of Ill-Met by Gloomlightpronouns: she/her ✦ Posting: All systems go.
My Site ShtuffsNom Great Posts!BBcode FAQAsk Me Anything

Last edited by Aethera; Jul 7th, 2016 at 01:15 PM.
Reply With Quote
  #48  
Old Jul 7th, 2016, 12:35 AM
Talula3ll3n's Avatar
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n is offline
Very Old Dragon
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Oct 31st, 2021
RPXP: 5809
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n
Posts: 605
Elizabeta could not help but smile at the priest as he greeted her. Granted, his appearance was once again disheveled. Does this man even know how to dress? she jested with herself. As he moved through the door, shutting it behind him, the distance between them closed. Reflexively the young woman gasped softly, the aroma of woodsmoke dancing on the air. She felt the heat in her cheeks from the blush that crept in, once again, due to the man’s proximity.

Gathering her wits, she extended a delicate hand as she introduced herself. ”My name is Elizabeta DeVeyra. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Brother Voss. I came by to offer apologies. We all have had such a taxing day, I fear my patron may have come across a bit sharper than he meant to.” She was rushing a bit, her words slightly jumbled. His smile was warm and somewhat infectious, and Elizabeta found herself returning it in kind.
__________________
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
Reply With Quote
  #49  
Old Jul 7th, 2016, 01:07 PM
SophieValentine's Avatar
SophieValentine SophieValentine is offline
I'm a Helper!
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Dec 8th, 2021
RPXP: 6802
SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine SophieValentine
Posts: 1,424
...touch the hand of the man...Gently taking ahold of Elizabeta's hand, Damien locks eyes with the Lady, as he slowly brings her hand up towards that still-smiling mouth of his. Warm lips meet flesh, though only for a moment, and he swipes a thumb over her knuckles, as though to seal his embrace in. "The pleasure", comes the low, rumbling purr, "Elizabeta", he lowers their hands and holds onto her hand a moment longer, "is all mine."

Letting his hand fall away, he speaks more conversationally, "Apologies to you for havin' to witness my shortness with ah...the mercenary." He scratches the back of his head and looks down at his feet, before looking up, sheepishly, letting his hand drop, "Not bein' able to find the source of all this suffering is starting to wear my nerves thin...I shouldn't'a snapped. I'll have to tell her that tomorrow."

"Speaking of...I have to admit...I didn't much notice your...patron? Did you say? Being rude. He seemed pleasant enough. The offer to check his books for anything helpful was right generous of him...I hope he's not planning on doing that tonight? It's rather late." A roguish grin, and he adds, "Time for all good girls to be in bed." Half a chuckle, "Priests, too, for that matter."
Reply With Quote
  #50  
Old Jul 13th, 2016, 12:08 AM
Talula3ll3n's Avatar
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n is offline
Very Old Dragon
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Oct 31st, 2021
RPXP: 5809
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n
Posts: 605
Elizabeta took in his appearance once more. He was disheveled once again, and it left the young bard wondering if the priest had a mirror. Having been raised as she was, she found it interesting that anyone would allow themselves to be seen even once in such a state, let alone twice. She had to remind herself that it was late and he probably had been getting ready for slumber. If he is so… disheveled, then why can you not cease smiling?

”Well, I just wanted to be sure that Lord Dulmoric’s hasty departure from the dining room had not offended. Elizabeta let her eyes hold his gaze for a moment, their color a bit smoky and dazed. ”As for Ms. Crowe, she may be more amiable tomorrow if our ride is successful. In my humble opinion, I would not put too much weight upon her words from tonight. We all have had an extraordinarily difficult day.”

She let her voice trail off, unsure of how to continue. She was flustered and confused, and it was such an odd sensation. It was her job to be well and easy spoken, to smooth over tense situations, to move others’ perceptions of a situation. But here… in this moment, with this disheveled man in the run down hallway of the tattered Inn…

She shook her head just slightly in attempt to clear her thoughts. ”I am glad that no offense was taken, Brother Voss. I shall leave you now to your slumber. Until the morrow, good sir.” With that, she gave a slight nod and made her way down the hall to her own chambers… with a grin that just would not depart.
__________________
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
Reply With Quote
  #51  
Old Jul 16th, 2016, 04:50 PM
Aeternis's Avatar
Aeternis Aeternis is offline
Ancient Azure Anathema
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: May 8th, 2023
RPXP: 22744
Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis
Posts: 10,488
DamienDamien's conversation in the hall doesn't go unnoticed. Ida greets his return with a concerned, questioning look. Still, she doesn't ask about the interruption as long as Damien doesn't mention it, even if it's highly probable that she heard at least part of the conversation.
GavrilGavril's books were sadly not very forthcoming on the history of the region, but then, the Great Swamp's vastness didn't seem to have much in the way of history. Most of the towns eking out a hardy life on what little outcrops of dry land could be found in the marsh were small, no more than a few hundred souls, and so poor as to be ignored by even the most enterprising traders. Even towns on the old roads, like Ruthgow itself, seemed largely untouched by history.

With the exception of the outlandish but probably semi-historical account which had brought him to this place, Gavril cannot find any reference to Ruthgow or to the region surrounding it in any book of history. Whichever noble family once built a manor house in such a remote, inhospitable place might have been wiped out during the wars, or it might have merely abandoned this place during tumultuous times. Perhaps a family name might be discerned from examining the premises more closely.
CarraminaThe lodgings are meager, but in this case, Carramina is informed that they are paid for by Master Dulmoric. Despite the lumpy and probably somewhat infested bedding, Carraminia is soon asleep. Not even the sounds of conversation in the hall penetrate her exhaustion.
ElizabetaElizabeta seems to have been given the second room in Gavril's suite for lodging, a common arrangement for families of means. When she arrives in the chllly, run-down rented space, Elzabeta finds her caretaker sitting in the common room at the front, sifting fruitlessly through a stack of books brought from the carriage.
 
__________________
Adjusting to relocation and new job. I appreciate your patience.
--[ A Guide to Applications ]--

Last edited by Aeternis; Jul 16th, 2016 at 04:56 PM.
Reply With Quote
  #52  
Old Jul 28th, 2016, 06:00 AM
Humble Athena's Avatar
Humble Athena Humble Athena is offline
The Midnight Fairy
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Jun 5th, 2023
RPXP: 37733
Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena
Posts: 14,669
As Gavril flipped through his books, he was not overly surprised at the lack of information on the region- but at the same time, he had grown accustomed to sifting through irrelevance for the barest hint of relevant information. The secondary purpose of his commitment to his books was never realized, as the only person to come to the room was darling Cor. There were some words exchanged on how to put off the strangers, the hunters, but in the end it would fall upon Cor's skill to mislead them.

Now that they had spoken, he bookmarked his page and closed the tome. Rising, he strode over to the window he had not covered- the one in the 'room' that would be Cor's sleeping chamber. Quietly, he worked the lock and opened the window. Quietly, he leaned out, once again checking to be certain of no witnesses. He bid his ward goodnight, then began the descent.
__________________
"There's something so human about taking something great and ruining it a little bit so you can have more of it." - Michael, The Good Place
'W' key on my posting laptop is acting up. Please forgive me and let me kno if I miss an instance of it dropping.
Reply With Quote
  #53  
Old Aug 7th, 2016, 12:51 PM
Aethera's Avatar
Aethera Aethera is offline
spinning in circles
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Jun 4th, 2023
RPXP: 53021
Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera Aethera
Posts: 19,226
Zzz...Carramina had slept in worse, so ultimately was asleep even as her head hit the pillow. Unpacking would have to wait for the morning, after she caught up on at least a little of her rest.

 
__________________
Status: Here goes nothing...
GM of Ill-Met by Gloomlightpronouns: she/her ✦ Posting: All systems go.
My Site ShtuffsNom Great Posts!BBcode FAQAsk Me Anything
Reply With Quote
  #54  
Old Sep 30th, 2016, 09:01 PM
Talula3ll3n's Avatar
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n is offline
Very Old Dragon
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Oct 31st, 2021
RPXP: 5809
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n
Posts: 605
Elizabeta took her leave of the priest, shaking her head and chuckling almost imperceptibly as she did. Musing to herself as she strolled down the hall to her shared room with Gavril, she contemplated the young man further. ”I wonder how frequently, if ever in fact, that man has heard the word, ‘No.’”

Upon entering the room at the end of the hall, Elizabeta found herself chuckling once more. ”That, sir, does not appear the most comfortable of positions.” She walked slowly around the room, inspecting the apparently hastily assembled space as she continued. ”Not that you seemed bothered, but Brother Voss did not find offense in your rapid departure, nor do I think he is suspicious of anything.” The young woman paused to look behind the partition that dictated where she would sleep that night. ”At least, not yet.”

Unknown to the girl, her cheeks tinted red as she spoke of the rascal Voss. She sighed as she moved to stand nearer the nobleman's seat. "I am sure I will be able to create a convincing tale to explain to Ms. Crowe your absence on the morning ride." She glanced at the windows before turning her gaze back to Gavril. "Will you be needing anything further from me this evening, m'lord?"


 
__________________
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
Reply With Quote
  #55  
Old Oct 1st, 2016, 07:56 PM
Aeternis's Avatar
Aeternis Aeternis is offline
Ancient Azure Anathema
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: May 8th, 2023
RPXP: 22744
Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis Aeternis
Posts: 10,488
 
 
DawnA cold westerly wind rose in the hours before dawn, and the sun, when it finally peeked over the horizon, was veiled behind an unbroken ceiling of gray cloud. The wind, as it gusted fitfully around the ancient masonry of the manor-inn, seeped into the seams of the old manor, and made itself felt even under layers of bedding. The early winter chill, combined with the wind, promised an unpleasant day to be outdoors, but already the sounds of activity echoed up Ruthgow's dilapidated streets as the villagers started their day.

Damien woke to find the space next to him empty. Ida, already shrugging back on the articles of clothing which she had misplaced since sundown, hurriedly explained that she would be expected to help her family with the household's usual livelihood now that her vampire-born ailment had ended. She promised to return to Damien's lodgings for regular "examinations" as often as he thought necessary.

Elizabeta woke shortly after dawn to a knock at the shared suite's front door, and the voice of one of the tavern-girls announcing that she needed to attend to the braziers which heated the room. She never heard Gavril return through the window, so it's possible he never did, and the inn staff learning about his excursions would be most inconvenient.
OODMCertain things should be noted.
  • Despite Elizabeta promising to bring it up with him, it looks like Gavril is, at the time of his leaving for a nightly adventure, not aware that Carramina requested his aid in rescuing her compatriots from bandits after daybreak. Elizabeta mentioned obliquely a ride in the morning, but nothing about a rescue attempt. Thus, it can be assumed that when Carramina comes to collect him in the morning, it will be the first he has heard of it.
  • Gavril's entire adventure will not be covered "on-screen" - Humble Athena, give me an objective and a set of rolls (for example: Survival, Stealth, and an attack roll to hunt for prey). The results will be presented in my next post, but we are going to assume that none of his adventures rouse the attention of any of the other PCs, for the purposes of not getting bogged down in an endless array of posts between Athena and myself. Whether he's in the room at dawn, we'll shortly find out.
  • You may "back date" sections to cover anything you think you've missed, within reason.
  • There's been a bit of a gap since my last post. As such, if you think I failed to address any points, let me know - it's entirely possible that I missed something.
__________________
Adjusting to relocation and new job. I appreciate your patience.
--[ A Guide to Applications ]--
Reply With Quote
  #56  
Old Oct 2nd, 2016, 10:22 AM
Humble Athena's Avatar
Humble Athena Humble Athena is offline
The Midnight Fairy
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Jun 5th, 2023
RPXP: 37733
Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena Humble Athena
Posts: 14,669

Last edited by Humble Athena; Oct 26th, 2016 at 12:28 AM.
Reply With Quote
  #57  
Old Jan 20th, 2017, 01:24 PM
Talula3ll3n's Avatar
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n is offline
Very Old Dragon
 
Tools
User Statistics
Last Visit: Oct 31st, 2021
RPXP: 5809
Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n Talula3ll3n
Posts: 605
Before the Window
As Elizabeta readied herself for the night, she and her patron chatted. Some was inconsequential drivel – the state of their rooms, of the entire hotel, the company they held at supper. The latter was one thing the young woman made sure to bring up, though she knew his answer before she spoke.

”Ms. Crow requested a morning ride with you back to where she was attacked, Gavril. I told her I would bring it to your attention, so here I have. I will form a sufficient excuse for your lack of presence when I meet up with her to ride out in the morning.”

With that, she bid the nobleman a goodnight and safe adventure and fell fast asleep.



Elizabeta stretched beneath the covers of the bed, her eyes still closed, and listened to the chamber girl tend to her duties. The curtain was still drawn around her bedside, providing the necessary privacy as she moved about and made herself presentable. The young bard wanted to be ready to receive Ms. Crow - and head her off from attempting communication with Gavril herself.

Speaking of Gavril, Elizabeta wasn't sure he'd returned last night. Once dressed and having pinned her hair back properly in anticipation of the ride, she slipped out of her space and went to look in on her patron.

 
__________________
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
Reply With Quote
Reply

Thread Tools

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off



All times are GMT -4. The time now is 07:17 AM.
Skin by Birched, making use of original art by paiute.(© 2009-2012)


RPG Crossing, Copyright ©2003 - 2023, RPG Crossing Inc; powered by vBulletin, Copyright ©2000 - 2023, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd. Template-Modifications by TMB