[ooc: sorry for the absence, would someone catch me up on where we are and what has happened? Thanks]
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So, while poor Wyvern was trying to follow Duwamilly's advice to reduce seasickness, we discovered that one of the sailors was a a spy in the service of Firion. That spy had replaced Rupert, one of the sailors of the crew, taking on his appearance (we don't know at the moment how, whether thanks to his magical ability or a spell). After a chaotic struggle, we captured this spy, hoping to interrogate him; but he cannot reveal anything to us at the moment, because he is under a powerful magical compulsion by Firion.
Then we would like to keep him prisoner, for the moment, and take him with us to Lord Akkron, on the Shaded Isle, in the hope that the benevolent lich will be able to break the Firion's spell and the spy, either out of gratitude or to avoid worse trouble, will begin to collaborate with us or at least tell us something.
Now Captain Fox has just arrived, recalled from the commotion of the battle just concluded, and we have just finished explaining the situation to him. ]]
Once Fox has finished realizing that he's dealing with a spy rather than Rupert, Duwamilly tries to ask the spy: "Now, though, kid... considering the trouble we're going to to save your skin - when it would be so much easier to eliminate you without thinking twice... at least tell me this please: what happened to the real Rupert? Is he somewhere and is it still possible to save him? Or did you kill him? The spell that your scamp master thrown at you should not prevent you from revealing this detail, since it's an information that in no way endangers your mission or your master's plans..."
Duwamilly leaves Delvindra to delve into the details of who killed poor Rupert. She was above all interested in finding out if Ruper was still in a position to be saved, somewhere... finding out that instead the poor man was another victim of Firion's delusional ambitions embitters her a little, but she seeks consolation in prayer. She returns to the bow, to look at the sea and in the meantime she enjoys the intimate closeness with Garl Glittergold, recommending him the sailor's soul, easily finding faith (and smile) again.
'Try to show poor Rupert some fun, now, Garl...' the gnome cleric thinks, intimately addressing her god 'I suspect the way he left this world wasn't funny at all... And maybe... If you like... when Firion gets what he deserves... have Rupert watch it! It wouldn't be bad if the soul of that naughty Firion, after his departure, was greeted by the mocking laughter of all those he had harmed... right? Grant me but a fraction of thy wit, Garl. It is all one could need....'
"He died by the will of my master," the shapeshifter says somewhat evasively. But... you get the feeling that most likely he did strike the fatal blow. If this man is indeed an innocent who has been subjugated by cruel magic, he's probably going to need years of therapy for everything he did while under Firion's control...
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Delvindra chews on her lip, her brow furrowed in thought. It's obvious that there's more that she wants to ask but she ultimately decides the answers are irrelevant.
"It is not my place to determine guilt or punishment but, Geas or not, you will have to answer for what you've done. Unless Firion ordered you to kill Rupert, you're no less of a murderer."
She turns to Captain Fox.
"Captain, I don't know what your laws would prescribe in these circumstances but, if he is to be executed, I would ask that you allow Cal to carry out the sentence."
Turning back to the prisoner she says, "may you find Ilmater's forgiveness and the law's justice," and heads above deck to fresher air...
Yasmina would seem unsurprised as their captive all but confesses to having killed the sailor Rupert. There seemed to be little point in punishing a man that was not in control of his actions but she gives Captain Fox an appreciative nod over having the shape-changer confined to the ships brig until they reached the Shaded Isle.
As Delvindra returns to the main deck, the red-haired Half-Elf follows her. "Are you okay?" She asks as they get away from the others. "You had me worried there for a moment, maybe keep the ring on your finger now during our mission."She adds, walking over to stand by the ship's rail, looking out to sea. "Perhaps it is time for one of your focusing exercises?" She adds with a small smile.
(Before Lord Amir returns to his abode, Yasmina would ask him to create a feast for the crew, with wine if the captain would allow such frivolities. :-)
Duwamilly in the meantime, realizing that the poor Wyvern did not show up during the entire scuffle with the spy, goes to check if the dragonborn is feeling better... "Hey, Wyvern, honey, how are you? The nausea is a little waning? Do you know that that scamp Firion had put a spy on board? He must really be convinced that our magical objects are of fundamental importance for his stupid plan..." she, just to be sure, checks that the powerful magical metal bottle capable of providing endless warm coffee (probably the key magic item for the planned awakening of old Sserah 'One Who Sleeps' Nightsbane 😉) is still in its place, in the backpack, then she smiles "...but I guess he'll have to live with it, eventually! Soon we'll be out of his reach!"
"You're probably right," the Tiefling reluctantly admits, joining Yasmina at the railing.
"I'm not sure if it's the fact that I don't have the shelter of the monastery or if it's that, with the ring, I don't have to constantly deal with them. Either way, it's getting harder to resist the voices."
"Well, good thing you are not alone then."The red-haired Half-Elf says, briefly laying her hand on that of the Tiefling as they stand by the ship's railing. "I'm sure we will both be free one day." She adds with an encouraging smile. One way or another...
The Captain's face hardens at the revelation that this man killed one of his crew.
"I am inclined to order his death right now," Fox says. "But... if he is under supernatural compulsion as you have theorized I cannot do so in good conscience, at least not until I know for sure that the decision to murder Rupert was his own. Mister Cal, I am more than willing to let you guard his cell, at least that way I won't need to dedicate members of my crew to the task when they have important work to do."
The Captain is willing to allow the crew to partake in a feast provided by Lord Amir though he makes it clear that those who are on duty may not to drink any alcoholic beverages. He will also stop by briefly himself to thank you for rooting out and capturing the spy.
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Duwamilly comes running as soon as she notices that Lord Amir has started another one of his parties...
"Lord Amir, you are really very kind, you spoil us..." she exclaims, delighted, tasting now this delicacy, now that delicacy - always without exceeding, but satisfying the curiosity of tasting everything. "What could we do to repay you? And while you thinks about this, would you be interested in hearing the joke about the Djinni and the brunette who hated blondes?"
If Lord Amir is interested, here's the joke the gnome cleric tells:
A brunette who really hated blondes was walking through the desert when she came across a magic lamp.
After rubbing the lamp the Djinni told her that she got three wishes with one catch: All the blondes in the world would get twice whatever she asked for.
So the brunette thought a while and then wished for 1000 gp.
"Every blonde in the world will get 2000 gp".
The brunette said that was fine and then she asked for an incredibly handsome man.
"Every blonde in the world will get two incredibly handsome men".
The brunette said that was fine too and the Djinni granted her wishes.
"Now for your third wish" said the Djinni.
"See that stick over there?" asked the brunette "I want you to beat me half to death with it".
Not really having a sense of humour but also not quite realizing this, the noble djinni gracefully allows the ex-preceptor to share her joke as he oversees the feast. He listens quite attentively but when the joke is finished he stays silent as if waiting for more for a while, but then he bursts out in a bellowing laugh that rocks the ship's deck. "Well that was funny. The brunette used one of her wishes to put to death all the blondes in the world, she was a sly and ruthless one that brunette, I wish I could meet her."He says, smiling widely at the gnome. "Now tell me another one!" He says in a demanding tone.
Meanwhile Yasmina rolls her eyes at her master and brings some food and wine over to Delvindra and joins her a bit away from the feast.
"Indeed, Lorda Amir! Lucky me I'm not a blonde..." Duwamilly jokes, she then eagerly tells another one of her repertoire to the Djinn, glad to be able to give the powerful creature at least a little fun, since she can not think how better to repay him: "With pleasure, Lord Amir!"
A husband and wife in their sixties were coming up on their 40th wedding anniversary. Knowing his wife loved antiques, he bought a beautiful old brass oil lamp for her.
When she unwrapped it, a Djinn appeared! He thanked them and gave each of them one wish.
The wife wished for an all expenses paid, first class, around the world cruise with her husband.
Shazam!
Instantly she was on a luxurious ship, with all the comforts, she and her husband, served by an attentive crew.
The husband, however, wished he had a female companion who was 30 years younger...
Meanwhile Yasmina rolls her eyes at her master and brings some food and wine over to Delvindra and joins her a bit away from the feast.
"Oh, hello! I didn't expect to see you down here. Is everything okay upstairs? Above deck? I'm sorry, I really don't know any of the terms. I swear, every time I turn around port and starboard are on the opposite sides..."
The massive djinni lord bursts out in another bellowing laugh. "You should always be careful what you wish for." He says after calming down, looking down at the gnome ex-preceptor with a knowing smile. "Another one and you can consider your debt repaid mortal!" The less than humble and polite djinni demands.
The red-haired Half-Elf laughs softly at the confused words of the cobalt Tiefling. "Don't worry about it, they are up on deck still feasting and we are below it, that's all you need to know." Yasmina says, gracefully taking a seat against a wall after placing a plate with oriental delicacies and a goblet of wine in front of Delvindra. "I am sure Ilmater would want you to survive to serve him another day, unfortunately there was no gruel to be found so you will simply have to do with this." She says with a wink and a playful smile.
"That's quite alright. An Ilmateri must be prepared to make due with whatever is available to them, I'm certain I'll survive."
Her face takes on a contemplative look.
"I don't know if I'll be able to go back when this is over. Before...I never knew anything else. I never felt like I was missing anything. But now...I want to live. Not just exist, but really live."
She samples a bit of the food and takes a sip of wine.
"There's so many things out there I want to try. So many experiences to have. I don't think that enjoying life and doing good have to be mutually exclusive. At least, I don't anymore."
She lets out a heavy sigh.
"Or maybe that's just me telling myself what I want to hear."
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[[ OOC: Oh, I see... Your last post in this campaign was at Christmas... Welcome back! 😀 Here we go...
So, while poor Wyvern was trying to follow Duwamilly's advice to reduce seasickness, we discovered that one of the sailors was a a spy in the service of Firion. That spy had replaced Rupert, one of the sailors of the crew, taking on his appearance (we don't know at the moment how, whether thanks to his magical ability or a spell). After a chaotic struggle, we captured this spy, hoping to interrogate him; but he cannot reveal anything to us at the moment, because he is under a powerful magical compulsion by Firion.
Then we would like to keep him prisoner, for the moment, and take him with us to Lord Akkron, on the Shaded Isle, in the hope that the benevolent lich will be able to break the Firion's spell and the spy, either out of gratitude or to avoid worse trouble, will begin to collaborate with us or at least tell us something.
Now Captain Fox has just arrived, recalled from the commotion of the battle just concluded, and we have just finished explaining the situation to him. ]]
Once Fox has finished realizing that he's dealing with a spy rather than Rupert, Duwamilly tries to ask the spy: "Now, though, kid... considering the trouble we're going to to save your skin - when it would be so much easier to eliminate you without thinking twice... at least tell me this please: what happened to the real Rupert? Is he somewhere and is it still possible to save him? Or did you kill him? The spell that your scamp master thrown at you should not prevent you from revealing this detail, since it's an information that in no way endangers your mission or your master's plans..."
After he has finished thoroughly questioning the spy and concluded that you are correct, Captain Fox nods.
"Aye, we can put him in the brig for the rest of our trip..."
When asked what became of the real Rupert, the shapeshifter looks at you empty-eyed and replies simply: "He died."
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"Did you kill him," Delvindra asks, watching his face closely for any signs of evasiveness in his answer.
(Hoping for an insight check against any deception he may attempt...9)
Duwamilly leaves Delvindra to delve into the details of who killed poor Rupert. She was above all interested in finding out if Ruper was still in a position to be saved, somewhere... finding out that instead the poor man was another victim of Firion's delusional ambitions embitters her a little, but she seeks consolation in prayer. She returns to the bow, to look at the sea and in the meantime she enjoys the intimate closeness with Garl Glittergold, recommending him the sailor's soul, easily finding faith (and smile) again.
'Try to show poor Rupert some fun, now, Garl...' the gnome cleric thinks, intimately addressing her god 'I suspect the way he left this world wasn't funny at all... And maybe... If you like... when Firion gets what he deserves... have Rupert watch it! It wouldn't be bad if the soul of that naughty Firion, after his departure, was greeted by the mocking laughter of all those he had harmed... right? Grant me but a fraction of thy wit, Garl. It is all one could need....'
"He died by the will of my master," the shapeshifter says somewhat evasively. But... you get the feeling that most likely he did strike the fatal blow. If this man is indeed an innocent who has been subjugated by cruel magic, he's probably going to need years of therapy for everything he did while under Firion's control...
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Delvindra chews on her lip, her brow furrowed in thought. It's obvious that there's more that she wants to ask but she ultimately decides the answers are irrelevant.
"It is not my place to determine guilt or punishment but, Geas or not, you will have to answer for what you've done. Unless Firion ordered you to kill Rupert, you're no less of a murderer."
She turns to Captain Fox.
"Captain, I don't know what your laws would prescribe in these circumstances but, if he is to be executed, I would ask that you allow Cal to carry out the sentence."
Turning back to the prisoner she says, "may you find Ilmater's forgiveness and the law's justice," and heads above deck to fresher air...
Yasmina would seem unsurprised as their captive all but confesses to having killed the sailor Rupert. There seemed to be little point in punishing a man that was not in control of his actions but she gives Captain Fox an appreciative nod over having the shape-changer confined to the ships brig until they reached the Shaded Isle.
As Delvindra returns to the main deck, the red-haired Half-Elf follows her. "Are you okay?" She asks as they get away from the others. "You had me worried there for a moment, maybe keep the ring on your finger now during our mission." She adds, walking over to stand by the ship's rail, looking out to sea. "Perhaps it is time for one of your focusing exercises?" She adds with a small smile.
(Before Lord Amir returns to his abode, Yasmina would ask him to create a feast for the crew, with wine if the captain would allow such frivolities. :-)
Duwamilly in the meantime, realizing that the poor Wyvern did not show up during the entire scuffle with the spy, goes to check if the dragonborn is feeling better... "Hey, Wyvern, honey, how are you? The nausea is a little waning? Do you know that that scamp Firion had put a spy on board? He must really be convinced that our magical objects are of fundamental importance for his stupid plan..." she, just to be sure, checks that the powerful magical metal bottle capable of providing endless warm coffee (probably the key magic item for the planned awakening of old Sserah 'One Who Sleeps' Nightsbane 😉) is still in its place, in the backpack, then she smiles "...but I guess he'll have to live with it, eventually! Soon we'll be out of his reach!"
"You're probably right," the Tiefling reluctantly admits, joining Yasmina at the railing.
"I'm not sure if it's the fact that I don't have the shelter of the monastery or if it's that, with the ring, I don't have to constantly deal with them. Either way, it's getting harder to resist the voices."
She gazes out at the ocean.
"I would have done it. It's not even a question."
She turns to look at the Half-Elf's amber eyes.
"Is that who I really am?"
"Well, good thing you are not alone then." The red-haired Half-Elf says, briefly laying her hand on that of the Tiefling as they stand by the ship's railing. "I'm sure we will both be free one day." She adds with an encouraging smile. One way or another...
The Captain's face hardens at the revelation that this man killed one of his crew.
"I am inclined to order his death right now," Fox says. "But... if he is under supernatural compulsion as you have theorized I cannot do so in good conscience, at least not until I know for sure that the decision to murder Rupert was his own. Mister Cal, I am more than willing to let you guard his cell, at least that way I won't need to dedicate members of my crew to the task when they have important work to do."
The Captain is willing to allow the crew to partake in a feast provided by Lord Amir though he makes it clear that those who are on duty may not to drink any alcoholic beverages. He will also stop by briefly himself to thank you for rooting out and capturing the spy.
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Cal will nod and will guard the cell once he knows everyone got their questions out.
Duwamilly comes running as soon as she notices that Lord Amir has started another one of his parties...
"Lord Amir, you are really very kind, you spoil us..." she exclaims, delighted, tasting now this delicacy, now that delicacy - always without exceeding, but satisfying the curiosity of tasting everything. "What could we do to repay you? And while you thinks about this, would you be interested in hearing the joke about the Djinni and the brunette who hated blondes?"
If Lord Amir is interested, here's the joke the gnome cleric tells:
A brunette who really hated blondes was walking through the desert when she came across a magic lamp.
After rubbing the lamp the Djinni told her that she got three wishes with one catch: All the blondes in the world would get twice whatever she asked for.
So the brunette thought a while and then wished for 1000 gp.
"Every blonde in the world will get 2000 gp".
The brunette said that was fine and then she asked for an incredibly handsome man.
"Every blonde in the world will get two incredibly handsome men".
The brunette said that was fine too and the Djinni granted her wishes.
"Now for your third wish" said the Djinni.
"See that stick over there?" asked the brunette "I want you to beat me half to death with it".
Delvindra, feeling a bit guilty, goes to relieve Cal so he can join in the feast.
Not really having a sense of humour but also not quite realizing this, the noble djinni gracefully allows the ex-preceptor to share her joke as he oversees the feast. He listens quite attentively but when the joke is finished he stays silent as if waiting for more for a while, but then he bursts out in a bellowing laugh that rocks the ship's deck. "Well that was funny. The brunette used one of her wishes to put to death all the blondes in the world, she was a sly and ruthless one that brunette, I wish I could meet her." He says, smiling widely at the gnome. "Now tell me another one!" He says in a demanding tone.
Meanwhile Yasmina rolls her eyes at her master and brings some food and wine over to Delvindra and joins her a bit away from the feast.
"Indeed, Lorda Amir! Lucky me I'm not a blonde..." Duwamilly jokes, she then eagerly tells another one of her repertoire to the Djinn, glad to be able to give the powerful creature at least a little fun, since she can not think how better to repay him: "With pleasure, Lord Amir!"
A husband and wife in their sixties were coming up on their 40th wedding anniversary. Knowing his wife loved antiques, he bought a beautiful old brass oil lamp for her.
When she unwrapped it, a Djinn appeared! He thanked them and gave each of them one wish.
The wife wished for an all expenses paid, first class, around the world cruise with her husband.
Shazam!
Instantly she was on a luxurious ship, with all the comforts, she and her husband, served by an attentive crew.
The husband, however, wished he had a female companion who was 30 years younger...
Shazam!
...Instantly he turned 90 years old!
"Oh, hello! I didn't expect to see you down here. Is everything okay upstairs? Above deck? I'm sorry, I really don't know any of the terms. I swear, every time I turn around port and starboard are on the opposite sides..."
The massive djinni lord bursts out in another bellowing laugh. "You should always be careful what you wish for." He says after calming down, looking down at the gnome ex-preceptor with a knowing smile. "Another one and you can consider your debt repaid mortal!" The less than humble and polite djinni demands.
The red-haired Half-Elf laughs softly at the confused words of the cobalt Tiefling. "Don't worry about it, they are up on deck still feasting and we are below it, that's all you need to know." Yasmina says, gracefully taking a seat against a wall after placing a plate with oriental delicacies and a goblet of wine in front of Delvindra. "I am sure Ilmater would want you to survive to serve him another day, unfortunately there was no gruel to be found so you will simply have to do with this." She says with a wink and a playful smile.
The Tiefling laughs lightly.
"That's quite alright. An Ilmateri must be prepared to make due with whatever is available to them, I'm certain I'll survive."
Her face takes on a contemplative look.
"I don't know if I'll be able to go back when this is over. Before...I never knew anything else. I never felt like I was missing anything. But now...I want to live. Not just exist, but really live."
She samples a bit of the food and takes a sip of wine.
"There's so many things out there I want to try. So many experiences to have. I don't think that enjoying life and doing good have to be mutually exclusive. At least, I don't anymore."
She lets out a heavy sigh.
"Or maybe that's just me telling myself what I want to hear."