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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 31, 2015 16:00:09 GMT -5
Embros looks at the women for a solid minute, not lowering his blade an inch. "Both of you loose any weapons you might have. You will be searched in a little bit, and if I find even a pointy stick I will do what I did to him, to you. Do so slowly, and do so now." He watches carefully until they have complied. "Now you" He gestures to the captive, "Move that out of the way of the door." Embros gestures toward the barrel or crate he used to block the door, then shifts his position so that he can keep an eye on both of them at once. Once the door is open, he says, "Now help the Gnome drag in the other one." Once everyone is back inside, and the door is closed once more, Embros speaks to the Night Blade girl again, "Tell me a story about a girl who joins the Night Blades, and kidnaps her own sister. Be sure to include lots of details."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 31, 2015 16:36:10 GMT -5
The woman pulls on a buckle across her chest slowly and a scimitar drops to the floor, she then reaches for her belt and drops her blowgun to the ground, followed by her darts and a dagger from her boot. The girl shrugs. Gimble whistles at you as he 'dutifully' checks the women for weapons. "Damn, Embro, I knew you were a hard ass but i didn't expect this" He chuckles and hops down from his pat down. "They're clean" he says and waves the woman away as he drags the elf in alone. "I'm small, not weak" he states and closes the door. he wanders over to the half orc and drags him across the floor to the elf and as he prepares his rope to tie them up the half orc opens his eyes and shoots his head "Arr-" he begins to roar before smacking face first onto the table and immediately dropping back down. Gimble looks at him and you. "Well, then..." He says and mounts the half-orc to smack him a couple of times. "He's out" He says looking back at you and then proceeds to tie him and the elf together.
The girl who's been more or less silent, speaks up. She tells you a tale of a small time farmer under the rule of a tyrannical Noble who took a fancy for his wife and child and drove the farmer so far in debt he had no choice but to sell them both to the noble. The farmer died of a broken heart soon after. The farmer's wife and daughter grew up under the noble till another daughter was born. The noble furious he was yet to have a son spilled the beans to the oldest daughters true heritage and she ran away from home, finding a place among the Night Blades. She then came for her sister in the dead of night and explained everything so under the ruse of a kidnapping for some other noble they're making him pay for his crimes. The younger girl speaks with an absolute chill in her voice. "We will reduce that man to nothing" Something tells you between the assassin and the doll-like noble girl, the little sister is the most most scary.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 2, 2015 5:20:47 GMT -5
Embros listens impassively, "I will say nothing of your little plan here, enjoy the fruits of your labour." He sheathes his blade hard, so the scabbard rattles, "I think I've made my point." Embros says, glancing at the fallen Orc, "The lot of you work for me now. When I call I expect you to answer. Otherwise it will be business as usual for you." Embros turns his back and heads for the door, "I look forward to working with you." He says, not turning back.
After a few blocks of walking with the Gnome, Embros breaks the silence, "Apparently the girl didn't need saving." He says casually, as if taking control of a Night Blade safe house were a common occurrence.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 2, 2015 12:30:02 GMT -5
The gnome walks along side you casually with his fingers laced and behind his head, walking with exaggerated strides. "Apparently not" He says just as causally. "Remind me not to get on your bad side" He says with continued casualness. He then, stops. "Welp, mission is more or less accomplished so, iffen ya dont need anything else" He says, putting his body into motion with his words.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 2, 2015 12:53:00 GMT -5
"No, I believe we're finished for today. I'm sure the pampered pup will be pleased." Embros says, adding, "Good work on the doorman." With that Embros heads home to clean up, and to change into Ezra. He has some baked goods to deliver after all, and an endless supply of paperwork to work on. About an hour later Ezra steps into his office, and sets about his tasks.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 5, 2015 20:46:31 GMT -5
Gimble gives you a two finger salute before hopping up on some barrels, slings himself up onto the roof and disappears into the black of night.
As Ezra settles into his work station a small, barely noticable knock is heard at his door, right before it swings open. In the doorway is the Duchess' bodyguard from the party. Shes in full plate mail, her long sword at her side and a sun emblem in her chest peice. She looks down at you with an indifferent look, but somehow presence is terrifying. You get the feeling that picking you up is pulling her away from something she really wanted to do. Uh oh.. She grabs you by the collar and lifts you off the ground. "You work for the Duchess now" She states in a way that tells you theres no room for negotiation. She throws you over her shoulder like a an old bag before turning and starting to walk out the door. "Lets go..."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 7, 2015 8:38:34 GMT -5
Tossed over the back of the guardswoman Ezra seems no more bewildered than he normally is, "Good day to you Guardswoman. My name is Ezra. I'm supposed to offer you a seat and some refreshments I believe, but I'm really not sure on the social protocol of being carried out of ones office." When she offers no comment as she travels through the library, Ezra continues. At first speaking quietly to himself, "Pleasantries first... " and then in a normal speaking voice, "Quite the storm we had recently, eh? Did you catch the recent local sporting event? It seems I now offer scribing services for the Duchess herself, what an honour. What can I do for you?" Now outside in the street, Ezra adds, "Oh yes, I almost forgot. The Prince wanted me to give you a gift from a Master Bridges, Arthur Bridges. Unfortunately the gift is back in my old office. Perhaps we could return to get it? No, that would be too much trouble, maybe I'll just come back and get it later."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 7, 2015 15:39:06 GMT -5
The woman suddenly stops in the middle of the street, causing serval carts to come to a grinding halt. Several caravaners and cart owners are yelling at one another in rude manners, all of them seeming to have adopted an accent you cant seem to place. One of the cart owners stands up to complain to the guard, probably very loudly. But an Icy stare from the tall woman quickly silences him and he sits back down on his cart. Your then dropped frim the tall womans grasp and she turns on her heel to stare down at you, her hair shading her pale blue, peircing eyes. "Show me" She orders in a way that seems to say if not quickly bad things will happen.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 7, 2015 19:21:09 GMT -5
Ezra picks himself up slowly, and limps back toward his office, "Come. Come. Right this way." Ezra gestures back toward his office, "The prince wanted to make sure that I got the box to you today, so it's rather convenient that you came to pick me up." There isn't a hint of emphasis on the words 'pick up' Such punny humour is well beyond Ezra's preview. "It's the only box on my desk if you want to go on ahead and collect it." Ezra limps after the woman as she leaves him behind. When he arrives, "If you need to go thank that Arthur fellow, I understand. I happen to know the way to the palace."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 8, 2015 18:28:30 GMT -5
As she hurries to your desk, her gaunletted hand brushes the bow softly like a pet. Shes does this for a bit before regrettfully, pulls the bow apart and lifts the box up. Her breath catches as she stares into the box, tears well up in her eyes and she places the lid back down on it before you can get a good look. Shes scoops up the box and brushes past you. Soon after you hear carts grinding to a hlat, peope going to shout and getting cut off and what sounds like three voices flying off into the distance followed by a twinkle.
(Objective complete! Give yourself a lvl up and also not that a baker and guard woman are indebted to you for helping them find love, expect a wedding invitation soon)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 9, 2015 4:41:29 GMT -5
Ezra pens a note in the Prince's hand, "Orellow, I have an asignment for you. Meet a fellow by the name of Embros at the Wayfarer's Rest for details. -Stranger by the riverside."
Ezra then packs up any sensitive documents himself, and gathers some labourers to transport the rest. Along the way he sends out the Prince's missive by messenger. When he reaches the palace he explains who he is, and goes about the tasks required to move into his new office.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 10, 2015 18:44:43 GMT -5
A man in bright clean white clothes with a square backpack approaches you. "Mmm? To da mines? Aye, sir! Right away, sir!" The man is the local messenger, fastest in Clifton. He wears shorts that are far too short, a vest and he also has a large flag that sticks out from his backpack that reads; Clifton Mail Service. This man's name is Greg. His face is long and angular and his eyes make him look like he's always surprised. Once he gets your letter hes off like an arrow. Knees to chest and swinging his arms like a machine.
Your stuffs all packed up and the men in charge of moving it are gathered on the cart. A small group of strong looking men all wearing blue jumpsuits and baseball caps that cover their eyes. The one in charge is a man in a hood who laughs and talks as you'd expect a snake to. "Nice doing bussinesss, Misster Ezraa" He hisses and laughs. "Moving out!" The militant like men all shout. Two pick up the front of the cart and the other two stand behind and all four start pushing in sync as the hissing man sits in the driver seat, laughing.
You note that despite how weird you made Ezra apparently there are weirder people in real life XD
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 11, 2015 4:48:20 GMT -5
Ezra is completely oblivious to the strangeness of the hissing fellow, he is too busy moving from labourers to labourers asking for caution. "Please be careful, that manuscript is over three hundred years old." "That book contains the full lineage of the Ro'Tuk clan dating back two thousand years." "That is a full box of pristine blank paper from the local paper mill." The same excitement is given for each box, regardless of contents.
Ezra doesn't take long settling into his new space, in fact within an hour every last paper would be as closely arranged in the new place as it was in the old. Each stack of books, pile of notes, and box of quills would be exactly as it was before. Once settled, he immediately starts into the work he brought with him. He works quickly, but with the same dedication and care he gives the forgery work he does on the side.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 15, 2015 21:33:25 GMT -5
When you step through the doors of your new office for the first time you note the stark contrast between the run down closet you used to work in and the 20 foot tall ceiling and overwhelmingly large selection of reference materials some of which are written in languages you can barely comprehend. Your given a nice big desk and several cabinets which are lined with the finest quills and inks.
As you settle in and get everything straightened away you hear a knock at your door. When you respond the Duchess herself walks in looking as dazzling as ever. Her hair is done up in a heap of braids and jewelry, her dress is, much to your surprise, blue. A deep beautiful blue much like the seas of Somerset on a nice summer day. Its made up of a corset that attaches to a skirt that extends out much like an upside down flower, a bit of silken cloth is over her shoulders and extends down, between her arms which cradle a small stack of black books. "You must be Ezra, greetings" She bows her head slightly and walks up to you looking around. "I see you've made yourself at home" She notes.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 16, 2015 5:11:35 GMT -5
Ezra only used a quarter of the space, leaving the rest of the space starkly empty by contrast to the seemingly cluttered area containing his belongings. Like a village in the middle of an open plain, all huddled together in a large empty space.
Ezra doesn't seem to notice the knock at the door, not even glancing up from his work until the second knock. Charles smells her perfume, and almost breaks character to look up at the beautiful woman he knows will be there. 'She is the most dangerous by far, you moon brained idiot!' he mentally chastises himself.
When Ezra looks up Charles' surprise at the Duchess' colour shift is easily masked by Ezra's surprise that the Duchess herself is even here in his office. Ezra shoots up to his feet, bending at the waist until his head almost bangs off the desk. His hands on his knees, he doesn't move an inch until the Duchess allows him to move.
Once she does, Ezra moves with greater purpose than anyone that knows him would believe the man capable. He brings the best chair in the room, his own, around the desk, "Please, won't you take a seat?" Then he brings over a covered tray that a servant had brought in a few minutes before. Setting the tray before the Duchess, Ezra says, "Refreshment then greeting, no, no, greeting than refreshment." He pauses a moment, "Salutations Duchess." Another bow, "Would you care for a refreshment?" Moving around the desk he looks confused that his chair is missing, grabs a stack of books and sits, "What can your humble servant do for you Duchess?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 16, 2015 15:22:02 GMT -5
As stated before the Duchess finds you display endearing, she giggles and once your seated, she places the little black books on your desk. "My your quite a character Ezra, I'm so glad Charles.." She stops and blushes a bit. "Or shall I say the Prince, didn't inform me of such a delightful character" She chuckles, bringing her hand up to her mouth. "I came personally to meet you, as I make it a point to get acquainted with all my staff" She smiles at you placing both her hands on her lap. "I also took the liberty of bringing your first work load to you" She informs and gestures to the books. "I'm terribly sorry its such a heavy work load" When you look at the books you'll notice there are three in all. All of them black with different gold insignia's (2 of which you recognize as symbols for local Nobles) and your in depth knowledge of books tells you they cant be more than a hundred pages thick.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 18, 2015 5:54:39 GMT -5
Ezra cocks his head to one side, "People keep saying that. I don't understand, I'm clearly a real person, not some fictional character? he twists the word character into a question, then shrugs glancing through the books briefly. He pauses twice on specific pages to have a closer look. "Page seventeen of book two has an omission, Lord Balinteen also bought four properties near the river, in addition to the two listed here. In book three the plot concerning Master McDrone is actually a feint by Lord Nickles. Master McDrone is completely innocent."
Ezra had seemingly been talking to himself, half mumbling as if vocalizing the thoughts helps him process the information. When he looks up he blinks twice and immediately stands bowing so his head almost hits the desk again. "Apologies Duchess, I didn't see you return."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 18, 2015 15:14:10 GMT -5
The Duchess' face is one of astonishment at your ability to process the information so quickly. Her astonishment is replaced by a smile as she giggles. "I see you quite enjoy your work, I shall leave you to it" She says and lifts herself up. "We'll become better acquainted soon I am sure" She says and smiles. She then walks over to the far shelf and pulls out a book. The Chronicles of My Horse Biscuit Vol. 17. She opens it and pulls out another smaller orange book. leather bound like the black ones. She brings it to your desk "This is a translation guide for my personal cipher you will use it when making notes to me about Nobles that might not be what they seem. You are free to use whatever means you deem necessary even outside help to get to the bottom of any unsavory characters you find that have been meddling with these documents" She reaches on her hip where a small brooch has been sitting and pulls it off. She then takes your hand in hers before laying it in your hands and smiles once more at you. "This is your badge, anyone who sees this will know you work for me, but be weary about wearing it in public, it may cause you more grief than help" Her smile seems somewhat sorrowful as she mentions it might cause you grief but she seems to perk back up. "I'd offer you the help of my guards but I fear they have their hands full with the investigations of the thieves guilds" She sighs and looks at you apologetically. "I'm terribly sorry i cannot offer you more" She says sincerely and there is a long pause before She then straightens herself up and returns to her usual regalness. "Now, then, I shall be on my way if you require nothing else"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 22, 2015 9:09:31 GMT -5
Ezra takes the translation cipher, and begins studying it immediately. Seemingly unaware of anything else that is going on in the room. He only pauses in his reading to find out what is happening to his hand. "What? Oh." Ezra blushes, looking uncomfortable that anyone is touching him, let alone a beautiful woman that happens to be the most powerful woman in the duchy. He slips the badge into a desk drawer, and nods, "Uh, thanks. I require no help beyond these." He says, indicating the books before him. "I will need the standard work for a scribe, in addition to the extra curricular activities you have assigned." Ezra waves noncommittally as the Duchess takes her leave, and Charles takes a mental deep breath, 'I will have to be more careful in our future dealings'
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 22, 2015 15:43:18 GMT -5
The Duchess smiles at you one last time before taking her leaving, closing the door behind her. When you set to work opening the first book you are utterly blown away by the amount of knowledge that is stuffed into this tiny book. As you sift through the books multiple plots seem to come to light, but the most interesting is a note of transfer from the Nightingale Blade Works Company to a cousin of the noble girl you met last night. That money is then funneled out into the Poppy Wilton Paize (PopWilPai) Flower Company. You note the transfer is little by little and after some digging you find the money is being transferred right back into a Noble's holdings except with a different name. The new name is Dahlia Eveningtide, and after some digging you find that the Daughter of the Eveningtide family hasn't been attending local events. She is also a big supporter of the duchess. Ahem... What this boils down to is that the little girl from the kidnapping plot is Dahlia Eveningtide. You also find her Sister's name is Helen, and she is currently one of the workers for the Nightingale Blade Company.
Sooooo.. To summarize: You found how the little girl is transferring money from her father to herself and you found a body to the shadow that is the Night Blade's Guild and even the Company holder's name; Larry.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 10, 2015 7:14:23 GMT -5
'So, Larry from the Wayfarer's Inn is the Guildmaster of the Night Blades.' Ezra lets out a low whistle, and sits back in his seat. 'That's actually a perfect place for a guildmaster to hide in plain sight. People coming and going all the time, so nobody would suspect that you're calling the shots. I'll just file that away for later use. For now...' Ezra sets to work changing the way the money flows through the companies. First Ezra sets up a private investigation company under Embros' name, backdating all the required paperwork so that the company has existed since before Charles came to Clifton. Next, Ezra puts together the required paperwork so Dahlia has sold her holdings to Embros. Next he creates the confirmation of sale receipt, and a personal note for Dahlia. After all is said and done, nothing changes except that all funds that go to Dahlia now stop in Embros' accounts first. As long as she plays nice, the money will continue to flow unhindered into her accounts. If she doesn't than the money will vanish like smoke.
"Salutations Mistress Eveningtide,
Thank-you for your confidence in Maewyn Investigation & Security. I would very much like you to maintain business as usual, and continue to run things during this transitional time. Please consider me a silent partner. If you do your part, then I will stay out of your business.
I look forward to working with you, Embros Maewyn."
Ezra finishes his normal daily work in a couple hours, and prepares a ciphered note for the Duchess with any information she needs to act on immediately. Additionally, he adds that he will be wrapping up his work at his previous position which will require some time away from the palace. With his time off secured so Embros can go on a rescue mission, Ezra sends off another messenger with the confirmation and note for Dahlia. Heading home to become Embros once again.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 10, 2015 20:55:45 GMT -5
You manage to get home with no troubles however, while your home, part way between costumes, you get a peculiar feeling of being watched. When you look around your room you see all the furniture and your bed are undisturbed, you wander around the house, looking to the thin layer of dust that covers everything for some sort of hint that an enemy is about but you fail to find anything. This is your final line of defense, this dust that has accumulated works to warn you of anything out of your pattern. Only three lines run through your house that are free from the dust, starting from each of the doors downstairs and converging on the stairs and heading straight up to your bedroom, a small circle is out front of the locked trunk where you keep your personalities clothes and a small section by the bed where you fall to sleep. It suddenly hits you how busy you've been. You've always had Ezra as a back up but establishing yourself in Clifton as the mercenary Embros, the priest Bogomil and your daily work as Ezra has really given you very little time to yourself. Are you even Prince Charles anymore? You wander over to the window as you contemplate these questions and you see your gardener busily working in your yard in her yellow dress. . .. ... Wait a minute, you don't have a gardener.
(OOC: Happy?)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 10, 2015 7:59:06 GMT -5
Eyes opening in surprise, Embros quickly takes over. Changing his attire quickly, with well rehearsed motions and heading outside silently to see who this intruder is. Sneaking up behind her, Embros stands at ease with his sword in hand, but resting against his shoulder, "Can I assist you with something?"
Rolls: Stealth 17+5=22. To sneak up on her. Perception 15+2=17. To see who she is and what she's doing. Investigation 14+2=16. To see what her intentions are.
(OOC: Yep.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Oct 10, 2015 10:54:48 GMT -5
You successfully sneak up on the girl and while she is unaware you see she's doing the most dastardly of deeds! Pulling the weeds from your mess of a garden... You also note shes talking to the plants in soft whispers of a language you can't place. She seems entranced in her work. You note she has pointed ears like yours so she's likely a half elf like you. She has green hair ( not that unusual for an elf) with many sticks and leaves intertwined with her hair that don't seem out of place. Her skin is creamy, light in color with a soft tint toward tan. As you get her attention your immediately floored as she turns to look at you. Her eyes are deep and gold, she has plump lips and though there is a smudge of dirt on her face she has a beauty that maybe on par with the Duchess! But unlike the Duchess who's beauty is regal like a dragon. This girl's beauty is more natural, even covered in dirt and dead plants doesn't pull away from her almost supernatural beauty. Her face lights up as she looks at you and springs springs up from her place to throw her arms around your shoulders "Embros!" She exclaims happily.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 15, 2016 11:00:52 GMT -5
Embros stiffens, unsure of what to do while being hugged. He lets her grab him for a few more seconds before picking her up by the waist and placing her on the ground at arms length. "Uh, hello." Embros steps back, and scratches the side of his head. Charles marvels at her beauty, 'I could do with more of this one in my life.' Embros glances around for a moment before adding, "Uh, do I know you?" He hesitates for a second before adding, "and why were you weeding my garden?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 15, 2016 19:29:24 GMT -5
The girl tilts her head and smiles. "Silly" She giggles. "Don't you recognize me?" She asks as her deep golden eyes shimmer. The garden seems to transform around becoming colorful in lush with deep beautiful greens and an assortment of wild flowers you can't even place, the plants all seems to reach towards her. You get the feeling you know her of you should but then you suddenly force your eyes shut and shake your head when you open them again everything is as it was and you have no idea who this chick is. If you tell her as such she'll puff out her cheeks in an adorable display of anger and say; "Its only been a few hundred years, Emby. You shouldn't forget your wife that easily" At this point it clicks in that your Embros persona was based on stories your maid used to tell you and those stories could be real. Which makes this girl Midori, Embros' gardener who he eventually married
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 19, 2016 20:56:54 GMT -5
Embros blinks dumbly. Once, twice, three times before he realizes what the woman just said. While Embros is dumbfounded, a stray Bogomil thought drifts to the surface, 'I bet she would bring all kinds of joy into our life.' Charles clamps down on that stray thought ruthlessly, 'What is it about georgeous women that breaks my concentration so easily?' he mentally chastises himself before refocusing on the situation at hand.
As Embros feels the magic wash over him, he glares down at the woman, "Have you forgotten that I don't like it when you try to use your enchantments upon me?" He sighs heavily, an abrupt exhale of hot breath, before continuing "and you know I hate being called Emby." Softening as much as Embros ever does, which is to say a stone instead of granite, Embros adds, "Where have you been these last few centuries?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 20, 2016 1:03:49 GMT -5
She stares at you happily studying your features like a school girl does her first crush as you refocus yourself.
The green girl giggles "Caught me again" and sticks out her tongue playfully. Showing no shame in what she'd done as if it were simply part of your usual play. She smiles and leans in close "But Emby sounds so much cuter" She says her voice getting a little higher as she says the dreaded name. "I mean, how can a wife lovingly say something as serious as Emboros?" She asks lowering her voice at your name and making a mock serious face as she does. However when you ask where she's been, she lowers her head, making her hair obscure her face. You feel the happy-go-lucky atmosphere she was giving off evaporate and is being replaced by something... Darker. "Where have I been?" She asks in a whisper that would give a White Dragon chills. You get the distinct impression you asked something you shouldn't have.
(DM: Int check to recall the fate of Emboros. A story you only ever heard once in your childhood, DC 20. Reason: You loved the stories of the badass Emboros so much but when the maid told you what had become of the warrior, you refused it as the truth and instead made up your own ending. The ending that would lead the maid to telling you even more outlandish stories starring the stoic soldier.) (Also, possible STR save DC may be needed, depending on what you say in response)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 23, 2016 9:19:06 GMT -5
Charles never cared for the actual story, much preferring the made up versions to the truth. Embros as he stands today is representative of those extended stories. Catching her quickly changing mood, Embros gently tilts the girls face up to look into his eyes, "It's just that your Emby missed you. I want to know everything..." He trails off for a moment for effect, "Please do not be angry with me. It has been so long." Embros doesn't normally string so many words together, but sometimes a little charismatic Charles needs to save a situation, if that's even possible with such a mercurial creature.
Rolls: History: 1d20+0=6 Persuasion: 18+8=26 Strength (if needed): 16-1=15
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 23, 2016 15:25:36 GMT -5
Once your princely charm is in effect the dark atmosphere radiating from the girl evaporates and she's smiling once more. "Oh, Emby" She says shyly turning away from you and burying her face in her hands as her body presses against you. Its clear she's playing shy and still wants some attention, however before you can act on that, she snaps back up. "Oh, dear!" She exclaims and turns to you. "I've kept you too long, you must have clients and jobs waiting while I'm here soaking up your precious time again" She says chastising herself as she turns you back toward the house and pushes you gently from behind. "Go on now, dear, back to work I'll just fix up the garden and be on my way, I know how much you like your private time" She says with an almost motherly tone. Once she's guided you to the door she forcefully turns you around and hops up to kiss your cheek. "Have a great day and stay safe, love" She says with a loving smile and then turns back to the garden, setting to work.
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