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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 10, 2015 20:14:45 GMT -5
Embros arrives home, and dismounts Regal. Bringing Regal into the fenced in yard, Embros releases the tension from the saddle girth. Having walked slowly home from the stables, Embros doesn't bother with a cool down walk. Instead immediately begins drawing the stirrup up the back strap of the loop, then he takes the bottom of the loop and pulls it through the stirrup. Next Embros unbridles the horse, and puts on its halter. Next Embros takes the girth off completely, checking to see if it's wet or dirty. Next the saddle is removed, Embros is careful not to hit Regal's back with the saddle on the way over. Next Embros removes the saddle pad, checking to see that it's also clean. 'Apparently Lilith and Kiha know their business.' Embros thinks to himself. Since it's been rather warm, Embros makes sure to clean the sweaty dirty marks with a damp cloth. Embros moves to Regal's nose, wiping off his nose and around his mouth, Finishing settling Regal by brushing down his whole coat, flattening all his hair down. Embros starts to walk inside, leaving Regal to graze in the yard. Pausing with the key in the lock, Embros sighs, "I haven't had to tend to a mount myself in a long time Regal. I seem to have forgotten to check your hooves." Embros returns to Regal's side, "Alright, give me your forehoof." Grabbing onto the horses leg, he pulls it up and inspects the shoe for debris. He does the same for each of his other hooves, before heading inside. Calling "You're all clear Regal, have a good rest. I hope the yard is to your liking."
Once inside Embros unbraids his hair, brushing it out until it's straight, adding a part to his freshly straightened hair. Embros then removes his gear. First off comes the backpack full of gear, then the studded leather armour, the rapier from his hip, and the dagger from his right boot. Removing his ink stained robe from the closet, Embros' posture changes to that of Ezra the Scribe. Ezra puts the armour away absentmindedly, as if he didn't know why the armour was even there in the first place. The belt is hung up as well, with the sheathed dagger attached at the left hip. The rapier is stashed within the scroll case, which is then hung upon the belts right hip. With tomorrow's preparations ready, Ezar absentmindedly goes about preparing for bed. Having only a few hours to rest, Ezra sets a fizzlewick under a candle marked to burn for three hours, and passes swiftly to sleep.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 16, 2015 18:26:48 GMT -5
(O.o dude, whoa! Slow the fuck down with the horse stuff. I worked on a riding ranch for weeks whenni was kid and i leanred more in that one setence than i had the whole time i was there. Rediculas.)
Ahem... You sleep without incident and your candle fizzles out after 3 hours which i assume was suppose to wake you, so lets say it does. Whats our scribe doin now that hes rested?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 17, 2015 15:18:02 GMT -5
(Google is a thing, I just reworded an article on post ride care for horses.)
The flame reaches the fizzlewick, and unlike the candle that burns quietly, it begins to sputter and hiss audibly. Ezra wakes with a start, and uses the stub from the candle to snuff the fizzlewick. Blinking repeatedly, and yawning Ezra stretches holding one clenched fist above his head for half a minute. Yawning one more time, Ezra begins his morning routine. Now clean, and smelling fresh Ezra leaves for work.
His long brown hair is parted down the middle. He's wearing a plain white linen robe with ink stains around the right wrist. He wears a plain gold ring on the middle finger of his right hand. A dagger is sheathed on his left hip, and a scroll case hangs from his right hip. Hidden within the scroll case is a rapier. Strapped to his back is a forgery kit, which Ezra passes off as the artisans tools of his trade. Tucked under one arm is his sack lunch. Ezra walks with his head down, apparently reading the book clasped in both hands. Ezra seems completely lost in his book, but somehow he manages to avoid bumping into anyone or anything.
Arriving at work, Ezra continues to transcribe Sir Lauren McFadden's manuscript.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 19, 2015 14:15:23 GMT -5
After writting you Sir Lauren's manuscript about the majesty and wonder of horses and their many incarnations. You take a moment to observe your work space. Although you call it that its little more than a closet with desk in it. As a matter of fact your pretty sure this used to be the janitors closet till he was moved to a bigger space. Seems like even the man who mopes up after a particularly adventurous couple gets more respect than a lowly scribe. But, thats exactky why this disguise works so well. The last place anyone would look for a fugitive prince is in a library working as a scribe. But, back to your office. On either side of your desk are tall book shelves. Filled with reference books you use for quick reminders on what signatures to put where, what clauses best put people to your advantage and even some thick story books that Ezra likes to read in his down time. In front of you is a hexogonal shelf thats stuffed with scrolls pertaining to everything from rites to passage to dance steps. Your desk is a big thick oaken desk that takes up about half the room. Its a mess. Covered in loose leafs and ink stains all around but where the manuscript sits seems to be the only safe place in the chaos.
Koock-knock-knock. The sound of rapping in the yew door behind you stirs you from your observations. The door swings open and your met with... A child? Or at least a child sized creature but judging from the hooded studded leather and the dagger on his belt this is no child.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 19, 2015 19:56:54 GMT -5
Ezra doesn't flinch when the knocking happens, he doesn't seem to realize that the noise might pertain to him at all. After a few attempts the newcomer manages to get Ezra's attention. With a start Ezra looks up, and sees the newcomer. Ezra silently stares at the newcomer, and scratches his nose, leaving a small ink stain. Ezra wears a look of curiosity, wondering why this person is standing in the doorway.
Just as the newcomer is inhaling to speak Ezra stands abruptly, "I'm supposed to do something." Looking up for a moment, then realization, "Oh yes, offer a friendly greeting. A place to sit, and perhaps a refreshment." Circling the table Ezra stands before the newcomer, "Greetings, and well met. Uh, um." Looking bewildered for a moment, Ezra then gestures to a chair stacked with books, seems confused for a moment, then sets to work clearing the chair. Once the spot is clear, Ezra gestures again, this time to the now empty chair. Finally Ezra circles back to his side of the desk, pulls out his bag, and offers the fellow a few grapes and a half eaten sandwich, leftovers from his own lunch. "Uh, then pleasantries before inquiry." The fellow would get the feeling that Ezra doesn't realize he is speaking out loud, "My name is Ezra, lovely weather we're having. Did you catch the recent local event? I offer scribing services, what can I do for you?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 20, 2015 4:02:37 GMT -5
"Still as strange as ever, eh Erzie?" The man pulls down his hood and you reconize him as Gimble Garrick. Brown hair stuck out in every direction but how it should be and a well maintained goat-like beard was this mans signature style. The gnomish pickpocket is one of the first people you ran into when you came to Clifton and has been valueble in acquiring information and various other resources, even if hes unaware that hes done so. "I got something good for ya today" He beems. "The guild acquired an invite to the Duchess' grand reveal of her next trend" He says as he reaches into his backpack and fishes out the invite in question. "and I'm thinking you can forge me a copy and you and I can go meet some noble girls!"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 20, 2015 6:58:44 GMT -5
Ezra seems confused at the familiar tone of the Gnomeish man, but then recognition dawns on his face. Seeming surprised he offers, "Oh, it's you Master Garrick." Ezra takes the invitation, and looks it over carefully. He turns the paper over and over, examining each fold, crease and marking. When his study is complete, he says, "I can duplicate this without difficulty. May I ask to what purpose would we need to meet only the female nobility? I don't think any girls will be present anyway, most of the duchess' parties happen in the evening after the children are asleep." Ezra begins moving with confidence and direction, instead of the slow plodding he has been doing up until this point. He pulls paper samples from here, and bottles of ink from there, sticks of wax from this drawer, and official looking seals from a locked box inside a locked drawer. Ezra constantly compares the invitation to his work in progress, and before long his invitation looks complete except for the signature. Turning the page around so it faces him upside down, he signs it with a flourish. Holding it up, he compares every minute detail before handing the completed project to the Gnome. "Is this acceptable?" Once the Gnome has inspected his work, "As is standard to our arrangement, I get to keep the original." He says while slipping the invitation into a stack of looseleaf papers, "A pleasure to serve Master Garrick, now there is only the matter of my fee."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 20, 2015 7:19:29 GMT -5
Gimble rolls his eyes "I've told ya before Ezrie ta drop the Master bit. We're buddies, ain't we?" Upon hearing the girls bit he facepalms and groans. "Nahhh, Erzie, im talking about women! Y'know! Curvy noble women who wanna piss off their daddies by getting together with whoever! You and me head there, pick us up some lovely ladies and go for a night in the town! What do ya say?" Gimble says this in his usual manner, throwing his whole body into his explantions, refering to invisible props and his voice often rises and lowers excessivly.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 20, 2015 8:48:09 GMT -5
"Buddies." Ezra says the word a few times with different tones each time. "I've never had a buddy before Master Garrick." Ezra listens to the Gnome's explanation with a a look of bewilderment, "I'm not sure I could carry a woman for an entire evening. Also, would the ladies fathers not also be angry with us for keeping their daughters out too late?" Ezra pops a grape into his mouth, chews and swallows, "Regardless, I cannot attend this evening. I've been reading an old treatise the life and society of Lizard folk, and if I stay up a little later than I normally do I should be able to finish it this evening."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 20, 2015 21:06:32 GMT -5
Gimble buries his face in his hands and gives a long exasperated sigh. "Good greif, Erzie!" He says prying his face from his hands, his body back in the conversation. "Ya gotta get your head outta those papers and into some ladys chest" He raises his hand when Erza goes to respond. "And by that i mean you gotta spend less time reading and more time being out there and getting yourself a lady friend to make love with and share interests. I bet theres probably a pretty lil bookworm looking to match notes with you if you take a chance ta find her"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 21, 2015 5:42:27 GMT -5
Ezra's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, if Charles could fake a blush he would, but he's too tired to think of something that would actually embarrass him. "But, uh, hmmm." Ezra takes a deep calming breath, "Master Garrick, that simply would not be proper." Ezra nods, the most decisive thing he has done outside of scribing, then he adds, "Besides, I have several women to swap notes with in my book club." Ezra smiles at that, and Gimble wouldn't be sure if it's for the book club itself, or the ladies that attend it. "Perhaps I will join one of your evening endeavors, but tonight I really must finish with the treatise." Ezra opens back up the manuscript he was working on before, "I'm sorry Master Garrick, but I really must return to work. Do you need anything else?"
(Skilled NPC's would be paid 2gp/day. For forgery services I think I would charge 2gp per simple document or more for riskier work.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 21, 2015 12:55:55 GMT -5
Gimble sighs heavily. His body visibly deflating from his earlier excitement. "Well... Alrighty then" He says and walks over, placing two gold coins on the desk. "Here I was worried you never got out and you got a whole club of girls" He chuckles at this and on his way back out he stops. "Oh. I almost forgot" he turns on his heel, some life returning to his form. He places two more gold coins on the desk. "Make another copy for Bogomil, im sure that lively holy man would relish in this opportunity" He chuckles, gives you a short wave and closes the door.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 22, 2015 12:12:37 GMT -5
Ezra nods, and pulls the original invitation back out. Once again gathering the supplies, Ezra begins the process over once again. When he has finished, he signs the invitation to: 'His Serene Highness, Prince Charles Somerset, Watcher of the Waves, Defender of the Somerset Isles.' Ezra looks up at the now closed door, and whispers, "Sorry Master Garrick, but I'm afraid Bogomil won't be able to attend." Setting aside the invitations, Ezra goes back to work on the manuscript, finishing the last line just before it's time to head home for the day. Setting aside the manuscript, and tucking away the original invitation, Ezra slips Charles invitation into this pack before heading home to prepare for tonight.
For the first time since being driven from his homeland, Charles prepares to be himself in public. He wears his long brown hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. Draping himself in high fashion, the most stylish fine clothes, mostly black trimmed in purple. A frill of lace spills out at neck and cuffs. His family signet ring is worn proudly on the little finger of his left hand. Hanging from his left hip is his rapier, while his dagger is sheathed on his right hip. Looking into his standing mirror, Charles says to himself, "Hello old friend. Tonight we light a signal fire for our enemies."
Charles throws on his cloak and makes his way to the party, aiming to show up fashionably late. While he traverses the city, he keeps his back straight, and shoulders back like his Embros personality. Unlike his Embros personality who keeps his head down, glaring through his eyebrows at everyone, Charles holds his head high seeming to look down his nose. His bearing screams nobility, but any roughians that think a lone noble might be easy pickings are weary of his rapier and dagger.
Charles follows the directions of the duchess' staff until he reaches the stewart checking the invitations, or the pursuivant who announces the guests to the room. Charles knows that the names on the invitations will be compared to a guest list. He also knows that the names on the fake invitations won't match the guest list. Charles keeps an eye out for the Gnome, hoping he hasn't already been apprehended. Since the Gnome seems to have found his own way inside, Charles hands over the fake invite and walks past the man into the room.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 22, 2015 15:51:49 GMT -5
You arrive to the party as intended. Fashionably late. Most of the guests have already gone in, save for an adventerous couple in the bushes who thought no one else would be arriving this late. You walk to the door, show your invitation and are led in. A senior servant is by the entrace of the ball room and he annouces you. His old and almost sarcastic voice carrying across the room. "Now arriving His Serene Highness, Prince Charles Somerset, Watcher of the Waves, Defender of the Somerset Isles" he takes a breath and rolls his eyes "Etcetera". Scratch that. His very saractic voice. The long nosed senoir bows his head and takes his place back by the door. As you enter the ballroom you nearly mistake the room for a sunset. The room is decorated in yellows and oranges making the whole room seem like it was set ablaze. A chandelier hangs above with the same beautiful shade orange. You look to the party below the steps and see many familiar faces. Some nobles who hired your PI persona, more than a few guards who shared a drink with Bogomil and numerous others you recall from Ezra's work. All of these faces are glued to you. Many whispering of your noble appearence, others speaking of your uncle and questiong why your here. Most of everything you expected. Some nobles even call servants to fetch the dutchess. However, one group seems either unaware or uninterested, they're laughing along with a familiar looking gnome whos doing sleight of hand tricks as entertainment.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 24, 2015 9:50:07 GMT -5
Charles tries to take in all their faces at once, that first moment of surprised recognition is crucial to knowing what side someone is truly on. After this everyone will be on their best behaviour, their masks in place, and it will be difficult to spot the signs of deceit in a crowd of courtiers that lie as easily as they breath. 'Over the next half hour some of the faces that showed negative expressions will make an excuse to leave the room, even if only for a short time. Just enough time to send a message to my uncle, to let him know that they've found me. I must know who my uncles minions are so I can use them against him.'
Charles grabs a drink from a passing servant, and takes a place near enough to a wall so he can see more of the room and exits, but close to the Gnome. 'You don't know it yet my little friend, but you will be working for me tonight.' Any courtier that speaks with Charles will find him as charming, and sophisticated and Prince Charming himself. Charles will intentionally turn the conversation away from himself or what's happening on the Somerset Isles. 'Parties with nobles and alcohol are the best places to gather information.' Charles takes note of any jewelry, or valuables the nobles have. The kind that only come out for special occasions. 'Never know when I might need a favour from the Shadow Hand.'
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 24, 2015 18:24:44 GMT -5
You're approached by numerous younger nobles all wanting to get to know you. Many have no idea who you even are, and are simply fascinated by you. You're met with some rather icy stares from across the room, but this is the Duchess' house so none would dare create a stir. You lock eyes with Gimble after a bit, and he cocks his head to the side with a curious expression. Like he recognized you but couldn't remember from where.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 25, 2015 13:35:25 GMT -5
Charles assess those that give him the icy stares, and through subtle conversation with the other nobles figures out who they are, and what their standing within the city is. Charles would explain himself to each curious guest as the Prince of the Somerset Isles. To those with enough standing, or enough persistence, he adds that he's hoping to get first hand knowledge of Clifton. That way, when he becomes King of the Somerset Isles he can bring the two nations closer together to the benefit of all.
After a time Charles gets Gimble alone for a brief chat, "You and I share some acquaintances, and they say that you're resourceful fellow. I might require your services in the next few days." As another noble arrives, arm extended to shake hands, Charles mummers, "We will talk more later." Charles continues to glad hand his way around the room, learning as much as he can about the who's who of Clifton, while he waits for the Duchess to introduce herself. 'Maybe the object of the bakers affection will be guarding the Duchess tonight.' Charles muses to himself.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 25, 2015 14:06:05 GMT -5
Your met with a many smiles at your plans to bring the two kingdoms together. Alot of the icy stares are just small time lords who only wanna increase theyre standing and have worked with your uncle to do so.
"Huh?" Gimble says leaning in. "What acquintences? Whats a pretty pampered pup like you know about my friendlies, eh?" Gimbles arms are crossed and his brow furrowed, its clear he dont like you. As you shakes hands with the noble and say you'll talk more later the gnome rolls his eyes and wanders to the other side of the party, away from you.
"If I may have your attention" the long nosed servant calls out to everyone from the top of the steps. "The Duchess would like all guests to vacate the ball room and join her in the garden for the unveiling" The servant informs.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 25, 2015 14:33:40 GMT -5
Charles quickly scribbles a note to the Gnome, "Speak with me later to find out. -Pampered Pup" Then he works his way through the crowd to the front, passing by the Gnome on the way. Charles intentionally keeps nobles between himself and the Gnome to remain hidden. As he passes by, he slips the note into the Gnomes pocket. Knowing that his title will clear a path for him as soon as the lesser nobles realize who is walking, he moves to stand with the upper crust of Clifton.
Rolls/OOC Stealth: 17 + 5 = 22 Slight of Hand: 20 (nat) + 5 = 25 (He might be distracted, as he wouldn't be looking for me, and bloody nobody would be expecting a pick pocket here.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 26, 2015 20:12:24 GMT -5
You use your suave charm, and noble know how to talk many of the noble girls into falling for you, and even a few of the boys. But, the juicy stuff is that every single noble is under your Uncle's thumb, and has used either one of the Thieves Guilds to get to where they are today. Many were much simpler lords, and though some used these underhanded means for the benefit of their family, many others did it for themselves. It turns out that it's common practise, and one that's highly favored so as not to arouse the suspicion of the Duchess. In fact, many regard her as a fool, and laugh at her in inability to see their deception. The fact is that the only reason she's failed to run these guilds outta town is because of the nobles here at the party. The whole reason the guilds exist is because they feed off of the nobles wanting to ascend the ranks.
As you chat and learn of the horrid underbelly of this fine city, you're lead out into the garden. You see a small stage that stretches out like a dock. You're told its called 'the catwalk' and its where the Duchess' new fashion line will be shown. You take your seat, and the show starts. The Duchess herself is the announcer. The Duchess herself makes you think of a regal dragon. She has bright blue eyes that are like two sparkling sapphires. Her fine, wavy, medium-length hair is the color of black coffee, and is worn in a carefully-crafted, exotic style. She is very short, and has a leggy build. Her skin is deeply-tanned. She has thin lips. And her taste of fashion is certainly unique, she wears a shapely long dress with a slit down one side showing half of her thigh. It all seems to be in one piece that reaches up to her neck. The designs on the dress are a mixture of orange dragon scale patterns and sun like shapes. She has a Pelorian holy symbol in the neck of her dress. She greets everyone, and thanks them for attending the unveiling her latest line. She is to the right of the stage, talking about each piece as it comes out. What inspired it. What occasions it's for. What it's made of, ect..
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 11:44:40 GMT -5
Charles makes no promises, and in fact doesn't say anything directly related to his feelings. He doesn't do anything at all to dissuade the nobel women from drawing their own conclusions about his level of interested. Charles would use a lot of caution while discussing the Shadow Hand, drawing out names and descriptions of the noble's contacts as if he intended to make use of them himself. Not saying outright that they would be rewarded for their assistance, but again not dissuading them from drawing their own conclusions. As the group is lead out to the gardens, Charles makes sure to make excuses to sit alone for the presentation. He doesn't want to give the Duchess any false ideas about his allegiance. He's already going to have to convince her that he didn't murder his own mother. Even without speaking or really moving at all Charles tries to make the Duchess feel like she's the only woman present. As each of her fashions comes out, he studies them for a moment memorizing the lines and words the Duchess says. Then he returns to looking right at the Duchess once more, to him she is the only one in the garden.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 16:10:32 GMT -5
The Duchess meets eyes with you and you two share moment, shes slightly detered from the show but regains herself quickly and the show goes on with you and her playing eye tag. Soon after the show ends the Duchess takes her leave and your informed to enjoy the rest of your night. If you go back to the ball room you notice three long tables have appaeared with various finger foods and such. At the table you see Gimble who locks eyes with you. You also notice as you walk various Nobles are.. Snickering? Whats so funny? You look around and they're laughng at you. As you turn you hear the sound of paper you out two and two together and reach behind you to find a note stuck to your back. It reads; "Pampered Pup" and it features a scrawling of a pointy eared puppy wetting itself and a speech ballon that reads; "Aww, someone made a mess". You look to Gimble whos waving you with a smirk on his face.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 17:41:12 GMT -5
Charles reads the paper, and sees the doodle. He glances up and Gimble, and smiles. 'Oh yes, you will do nicely. Of course, when I'm done with you, you will pay for this.' None of that shows on Charles' features however. Laughing at being the butt of a joke, Charles holds up the paper to Gimble like he was doing a cheers, then claps and nods slightly. The gathered nobles would only see a charming man accepting a prank with grace and humility.
Charles continues to work the crowd, gathering information on which Shadow Hand contact would be used for this, and whom I should speak to in the Night Blades if I wanted to permanently end an ongoing issue. Once again hinting that those that help me could ride my coat tails to the top in the Duchess' court. Secondarily, since I know that Gimble is looking for a dirty noble woman with daddy issues. I want to find the hottest woman there that is looking to piss off daddy. I want to charm her into thinking that I mean me at first, then subtly put the idea in her head that a Gnome would be much better for such an effect. "I happen to know the perfect fellow for you, little hands, nimble fingers..." Charles winks at her, then bring her over to introduce them. "Master Gimble Garrick, I would like to introduce you to a new friend of mine, the Lady Cassidy McDowell. She isn't much for treatises, but I think you two will get along famously. If you will both excuse me..." Charles steps back as if to excuse himself, then adds, "Sorry, I almost forgot. Ezra asked me to inform you that he couldn't find the recipient you requested. You can get a refund at your leisure."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 17:58:49 GMT -5
Gimble opens his mouth to tell you how he doesn't need some second hand broad, but his mouth hangs open when you drop Ezra's name. He stands there for a bit, and laughs a little rubbing the back of his neck. As you leave, he turns to his lady friend. No doubt he'll find you later for proper thank-you, but for now he has to seal the deal. When you turn around to walk back to the party you immediately spot the Duchess who's at the other end of the room sitting on a fine orange chair with a cup of tea. A female guard stands beside her, she wears full plate mail save for her head. She's human with an unreadable expression, long flowing blonde hair, and bright pale blue eyes that rival even the Duchess'. The Duchess herself has changed outfits. This one more simple in design, a small dress with an apron-like design (Think of Alice's dress from Alice in Wonderland). This dress is also a vibrant orange, and the "apron" is embroidered with sun-like waves that extend throughout the dress. The apron remains white and pure save for the necklace of Pelor.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 19:40:10 GMT -5
Charles continues to work the room, gathering names and information on as many people as he can. He files every scrap and detail away, even the implied information, and what is implied by what is not said. He will have time enough to sort through it all the next time he is scribbling away as Ezra, but for now he must soak up everything. As he works the room he keeps looking up to the Duchess, and whenever their eyes meet he smiles. He is never rude, or overly distracted from those he speaks with. He just makes a point to look up to her whenever he can, let her feel his eyes upon her. 'Eventually she will come speak to me, or send for me. Which she chooses will say a lot about her.' Charles thinks, 'I have so much to offer her about the nobility of her fine city. Among other things...' He lets that train of thought trail off, down that road is only distraction. 'She is beautiful though.' Charles focuses on the food table for a minute to clear his head. It only takes a moment, as you can't maintain several identities without the ability to compartmentalize your thoughts. Then he goes back to work, weeding through the lies and rumor to find those wonderful nuggets of truth hidden below.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 20:12:12 GMT -5
You manage to find several nobles have secret stocks of food, weapons, armour and the like for some reason, details are sketchy. You find several nobles in debt to your Uncle or the respective guilds and are under their thumbs. You also note that Gimble has disappeared with his lady friend out the garden. Soon, you feel a tap at your shoulder and you turn to see the guard woman. Shes a head taller than you and looks down at you with indifference. "The Duchess wants to talk to you" He says plainly.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 28, 2015 16:59:04 GMT -5
Charles files away all the new information with the old. Smiling when he notices Gimble escort Cassidy outside. When Charles feels the tap on his shoulder, he turns and takes noted of the guards woman, "Why that is fantastic news, I was hoping she would have the time to speak with me. Would you mind if I asked you a question while we walk? I mean aside from that one of course." Assuming she shows indifference, or agrees, "It might be strange to ask, but would you happen to know a good baker?"
When Charles is presented to the Duchess, he greets her with all the formality that her station deserves, and then says, "Now that all that formality, and titles business is out of the way." He extends his hand, "Please, call me Charles. We have much to discuss, you and I, but that can wait for the evening." If not already offered a seat, Charles gestures to one, asking if he might join her, "I enjoyed your fashion show, I particularly liked your fourth piece. The wrap-around décolleté dress with the thin orange pin stripes. I found that it showed enough of the shoulders and chest to accentuate femininity, while it's full length covered enough that one could wear it to Temple." Charles looks down and shakes his head, "My apologies Duchess, you asked to speak to me. Here I am steering the conversation. What did you wish to speak with me about?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 30, 2015 8:12:48 GMT -5
The guard woman stops. She seems to whisper something before saying. "There's a bakery outside of town that I hear is good" in her same uninterested tone. and she takes you to the Duchess without another word.
The Duchess greets you and seems quite impressed with your forwardness. She gestures you to take a seat and listens to you. "I'm quite impressed, are you perhaps a fashion lover?" She asks her hands folded in her lap, her back straight. Sitting as you would expect a lady would. "Oh no, please, I have so few to speak with fashion about" She smiles
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 30, 2015 20:10:57 GMT -5
Charles smiles at the guardswoman, a knowing smile, "Outside the walls you say? Odd, I hear there are Lizard Folk out there. Or perhaps you meant the farmland to the north or south?" He chuckles to show that there are no hard feelings.
"I dabble." He gives a slight shrug, "One can't be at court without dressing the part." He smiles again, leaning forward elbows on knees, "Tell me, where did you get the inspiration for the seventh dress? It is unique, unless I've gotten out of touch all together?" Charles lets the conversation related to fashion continues until the Duchess changes topics. 'If she wants to make this interesting, then she will have to start the conversation.'
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 30, 2015 20:33:27 GMT -5
"Ahhh, you mean the Withered Rose? Yes, its quite unique, I designed it after a very dear friend of mine passed away. Took me years to get it just right. But, grief does that." She says and sighs. "Speaking of, I hear there was quite the grievance in Somerset a while ago" She looks at you "The death of the queen by her own son's hands. Can you imagine what twisted creature would do such a thing? And to such a beloved member of the Somersets" She talks about this as if its part of the conversation, like shes talking to someone who was never involved. But, despite her winning smile and calm tone you suddenly feel like your a hair's breath from death. If you look around you'll notice every guard, servant and even some guests have murderous intent in their eyes. You realize your in a room full of vipers ready to strike. You also notice the rest of the party is oblivious of this. But the worst is right in from of you. The guard woman. She stares down at you those bright, but gone is the light from their brightess now as she looks at you they're cold and emtionless eyes that seem to weigh you for all your worth. As a side note, your current worth is a slab of meat in a butcher's shop. She already knows she's gonna be able cut through you, it's just a matter of when she gets the right order.
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