"Well, what would be so wrong with that?"The red-haired Half-Elf says with a warm smile, tilting her head as she looks over at the Tiefling. "It seems you have Ilmater and the voices fighting over what kind of person you should be while the only thing that really matters is what you want. For what it's worth I think you are right Delvindra, enjoying life, even to the fullest, will not mean you can't be a good person. You would have to stay considerate to the needs of others of course but somehow I doubt you won't." She continues, taking a sip of her own wine.
"While I personally find your Ilmater to be an absolute bore of a god, I can understand the need of a counterbalance to the overindulgence of the wealthy with no care for the poor that I have seen more of than I'd care to remember. I respect their work, but it should be performed by those who truly believe that is the way, and you deserve much more out of life than gruel." Yasmina continues, her amber eyes studying the Tiefling.
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.
"Oh, so this time I'm granting three of your wishes?" the ex-Preceptor smiles, amused "Fine! I'll do my best!"
A princess of a far elven land, constantly at war with the neighboring goblin nation, rubbed a lamp that her champion had just recovered after a dangerous mission and a Djinni popped out.
“You have one wish” said the Djinni.
“Hey” countered the princess “I thought I would get three wishes?”
“Not from me” said the Djinni. “I'm not that powerful”.
“Oh, well... so be it” responded the princess taking out a map of the land. “I am making a wish for peace between my land and this neighboring nation of goblins” she pointed her finger on the map "you see?"
“I'm really sorry” said the Djnni “but I am not that powerful”
“That's fine” sighed the princess “instead I would like to find a cool, caring, noble prince, who loves children, and cooking”.
At that, the Djinni sighed and said: “Alright... let me see that map again”.
"Don't we all deserve more out of life? Well, maybe with a few exceptions. So why should I have more when others who deserve it just as much do not."
She takes another sip of her wine, savoring the fullness of it.
"Besides, I've already gotten more out of this journey than I could have imagined. I've ridden in a carriage, slept in a palace, walked in a moonlit garden, tasted the finest foods and wine, seen the shore, sailed the ocean, bought beautiful clothes, and met people I could barely imagine exist in real life. Maybe that's why I'm here. You said the work of Ilmater should be done by people who believe it is the way. The voices, the journey, everything I've experienced...maybe it's meant to tempt me so that when I return it's not out of habit but a conscious choice, knowing full well what I'm giving up."
Again, it takes a moment for the massive djinni to get the joke, but when he does the deck is again rocked by his bellowing laughter, the feasting crew giving him a wary look as they hold on to their wine. "There is no such man, cooking and caring for children is the duties of a woman." He exclaims as-a-matter-of-factly, nodding and smiling at the ex-preceptor. "I am glad you are one that recognizes this. You are no longer in no debt to me mortal." He says, and with a motion of his hand, Milly finds herself tastefully adorned with various exotic flowers. "Help that Half-Elf to set me free and I will truly reward you mortal."He says with a polite bow before disappearing in a thin blue smoke.
"It is a good sentiment, if after you have allowed yourself to see the world and all that it holds for you I won't blame you if you still decide to return to your cloister." The red-haired Half-Elf says with a sympathetic smile. "But I don't think you will help those in need to a better life simply by suffering in silence Delvindra. If you truly want to ease the suffering of the poor and help those who deserve more then do so, I will help you, but I will not refrain for enjoying myself when I can while doing so." She adds a bit defiantly.
"Oh, so nice!" Duwamilly gasps, admiring on herself the Djinni's parting gift "These flowers are really beautiful... and such a sweet scent to boot... Lord Amir is really kind..."
"Of course I'll help Yasmina and the other kids" the ex-Preceptor thinks aloud. "I would have done it anyway, since it is the right thing to do to bring a little more joy to them and to the world. But I wonder what Lord Amir has in mind... Will he grant me a wish, perhaps, after we are done? If it's so," she smiles with anticipation "I have a pretty good idea of what to wish for..."
"Oh, after this..."Yasmina says slowly, sorrow in her amber eyes now. "...I haven't really thought about that, I would hope we will all make it of course but..." The red-haired Half-Elf goes quiet, looking down. "Anyway, I have nothing to return to." She says quietly, going silent for a while before looking back up at the cobalt Tiefling. "I won't join you in any cloister, living on gruel for the rest of my life though."She says with a grin.
"I don't recall asking you to. In fact, I'm quite sure you've more than earned the right to enjoy yourself..."
A thoughtful furrow crosses her brow.
"Are you saying you'd stay after all of this is over? I guess I always imagined you returning home..."
"The same with Godrick and Wyvern. Milly will find herself some new students...maybe training acolytes in a temple somewhere..."
A smile crosses her face at the thought.
"Cal. I don't know. I worry about what he'll do. He's got nothing left to go back to..."
"Well, I don't think our village would accept us back. Even though we killed the witch, they still see us as murderers, so I doubt they'd ever accept us back there. Honestly, I don't know what we'll do once we're free of these curses."
(Context & geography, @Arcitect. Godrick can't be above decks causing a scene AND below decks butting into a private conversation at the same time. Pick one, please.)
Godrick busts out the door onto the upper deck, waving his hand over his snout, snorting out breaths of steam.
"WHOO! You do NOT want to go in there, let me tell you. If you can I'd hold it 'til we get back to land."
Godrick pauses for a second, taking in the scene in front of me.
"YOU STARTED A PARTY WITHOUT ME!!! Well, I guess that's fine, but I'm here now!"
"It's just because it's hard to warn you when you're out of sight..." Duwamilly points out, circling around still adorned with tropical flowers, trying to locate the dragonborn based on where the voice is coming from "But, by all means, come, take advantage of it! Get something! If only you had arrived earlier... Do you know that Lord Amir has a great sense of humor? Look what he gave me," she shows the various flowers on her "for telling him a few jokes... He's a really nice Djinni! Too bad that he already had to leave..."
(Context & geography, @Arcitect. Godrick can't be above decks causing a scene AND below decks butting into a private conversation at the same time. Pick one, please.)
OOC: Thanks. Didn't know where we were. Kinda assumed we were above. It'll still be the same, but instead he's coming down below decks.
"It's just because it's hard to warn you when you're out of sight..." Duwamilly points out, circling around still adorned with tropical flowers, trying to locate the dragonborn based on where the voice is coming from "But, by all means, come, take advantage of it! Get something! If only you had arrived earlier... Do you know that Lord Amir has a great sense of humor? Look what he gave me," she shows the various flowers on her "for telling him a few jokes... He's a really nice Djinni! Too bad that he already had to leave...
"Ooooooh. Yeah. That makes sense. And the flowers are BEAUTIFUL!!! Unfortunately, I'm not that good in the art of joke-telling, Wyvern says my sense of humor is childish, so I won't be telling any anytime soon. But yeah, it is unfortunate he had to go."
"Ooooooh. Yeah. That makes sense. And the flowers are BEAUTIFUL!!! Unfortunately, I'm not that good in the art of joke-telling, Wyvern says my sense of humor is childish, so I won't be telling any anytime soon. But yeah, it is unfortunate he had to go."
"Well, at least you're good at singing!" Duwamilly laughs "I heard you before! Even my music boxes sing well... but they are gnomic technology... they stop working after a while. You, on the other hand, always work! And then you're cool... you can become invisible when you sing... my musci boxes can't do this. Not yet, at least - maybe one day I'll find a way..."
“Oh, but I digress!” the ex-Preceptor realizes "Come on, take it, eat something! Drink something! Then, maybe... when you're full and quenched... maybe you could sing something... What kind of party is it, a party without music? I remember of a blonde gnome with funny straight hair, who I had met when I was young... she must have been a bard... I remember that I heard her sing 'IIIIII'm comin' up so you better get this party started...' She was a good entertainer, she brought joy".
"I've heard that song before. Who was it by again? Finch? OOoooh, wait. It was Phink! Deeefinitely Punk. She's an elvish singer. Very into the dark arts, but doesn't participate in the illegal parts."
OOC: So now we're making singer lore. Don't know how we got here. 😆
"Oh, right, yes, that's her! An elf, not a gnome, you're right Godrick!" Duwamilly agrees.
After a while, a new idea crosses her mind: "Godrick, Cal, Wyvern... Are any of you good at imitating people's voices? Do any of you think you can imitate Firion's spy voice?"
(OOC: sending allows the recipient of the message to know who the sender is, so long as the recipient knows who you are... which Firion might. Even if he doesn't know who you are except as "those idiots who have powerful magic items that they cannot possibly hope to control or use to their full potential," it would still be a red flag to him that he does not immediately know the message is from his spy)
The remainder of the day thankfully passes without further incident. But there is now an uneasy tension in the air amongst the crew, knowing that a spy was able to not only board the ship but murder one of their own to take his place. Who is to say that there might not be other unpleasant surprises in store?
The following day starts early, with a typical ship breakfast (that is to say, it's food and that's about the best thing you can say about it). The second day as well passes uneventfully, unless of course Milly decides to try and have a chat with Firion. Presumably, you six have taken up the duty of guarding the prisoner, who remains seated in a motionless, nearly catatonic state throughout the course of the day.
Is there anything that anyone wants to do before night falls?
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"Oh, right, yes, that's her! An elf, not a gnome, you're right Godrick!" Duwamilly agrees.
After a while, a new idea crosses her mind: "Godrick, Cal, Wyvern... Are any of you good at imitating people's voices? Do any of you think you can imitate Firion's spy voice?"
OOC: I meant the original songwriter was an elf. Not that the person you heard was a gnome. Just a small-time bard (born and raised in south Detroooit) singing a famous bard's song 😁
"Well, I've never tried it before, but as a singer, how hard can it possibly be! I could certainly try. I'd have to get him talking first though. Learn the parts of his voice."
(OOC: sending allows the recipient of the message to know who the sender is, so long as the recipient knows who you are... which Firion might. Even if he doesn't know who you are except as "those idiots who have powerful magic items that they cannot possibly hope to control or use to their full potential," it would still be a red flag to him that he does not immediately know the message is from his spy)
The remainder of the day thankfully passes without further incident. But there is now an uneasy tension in the air amongst the crew, knowing that a spy was able to not only board the ship but murder one of their own to take his place. Who is to say that there might not be other unpleasant surprises in store?
The following day starts early, with a typical ship breakfast (that is to say, it's food and that's about the best thing you can say about it). The second day as well passes uneventfully, unless of course Milly decides to try and have a chat with Firion. Presumably, you six have taken up the duty of guarding the prisoner, who remains seated in a motionless, nearly catatonic state throughout the course of the day.
Is there anything that anyone wants to do before night falls?
I might try talking to Firion. I'll send another message in a bit.
Duwamilly would love to have Godrick try talking to Firion, as soon as possible (so next day, i think?). After all, she imagines that if Firion no longer hears anything from his spy... he will assume that the spy has been neutralized. So, there's probably not much to lose by trying to mislead Firion and pass him false information. Worst case, he will have confirmation of what he already suspects, that is, that the spy has been put out of action.
But the message... it's vocal, right? When the spy was sending the message to Firion, we heard her speak, do I remember correctly? It's the fact that the message was vocal that led me to think about imitating the voice. Or, even though the spy used item by speaking, the voice had nothing to do with it?
However, the message that Duwamilly suggests to Godrick is that 'those idiots who have powerful magic items that they cannot possibly hope to control or use to their full potential' have discovered they are being spied on and have disappeared, fleeing through a strange portal that led to a completely different reality, probably another Plane, opened by a gnome who used a bizarre cube.
"Well, what would be so wrong with that?" The red-haired Half-Elf says with a warm smile, tilting her head as she looks over at the Tiefling. "It seems you have Ilmater and the voices fighting over what kind of person you should be while the only thing that really matters is what you want. For what it's worth I think you are right Delvindra, enjoying life, even to the fullest, will not mean you can't be a good person. You would have to stay considerate to the needs of others of course but somehow I doubt you won't." She continues, taking a sip of her own wine.
"While I personally find your Ilmater to be an absolute bore of a god, I can understand the need of a counterbalance to the overindulgence of the wealthy with no care for the poor that I have seen more of than I'd care to remember. I respect their work, but it should be performed by those who truly believe that is the way, and you deserve much more out of life than gruel." Yasmina continues, her amber eyes studying the Tiefling.
"Oh, so this time I'm granting three of your wishes?" the ex-Preceptor smiles, amused "Fine! I'll do my best!"
A princess of a far elven land, constantly at war with the neighboring goblin nation, rubbed a lamp that her champion had just recovered after a dangerous mission and a Djinni popped out.
“You have one wish” said the Djinni.
“Hey” countered the princess “I thought I would get three wishes?”
“Not from me” said the Djinni. “I'm not that powerful”.
“Oh, well... so be it” responded the princess taking out a map of the land. “I am making a wish for peace between my land and this neighboring nation of goblins” she pointed her finger on the map "you see?"
“I'm really sorry” said the Djnni “but I am not that powerful”
“That's fine” sighed the princess “instead I would like to find a cool, caring, noble prince, who loves children, and cooking”.
At that, the Djinni sighed and said: “Alright... let me see that map again”.
Her golden eyes meet the Half-Elf's amber ones.
"Don't we all deserve more out of life? Well, maybe with a few exceptions. So why should I have more when others who deserve it just as much do not."
She takes another sip of her wine, savoring the fullness of it.
"Besides, I've already gotten more out of this journey than I could have imagined. I've ridden in a carriage, slept in a palace, walked in a moonlit garden, tasted the finest foods and wine, seen the shore, sailed the ocean, bought beautiful clothes, and met people I could barely imagine exist in real life. Maybe that's why I'm here. You said the work of Ilmater should be done by people who believe it is the way. The voices, the journey, everything I've experienced...maybe it's meant to tempt me so that when I return it's not out of habit but a conscious choice, knowing full well what I'm giving up."
Again, it takes a moment for the massive djinni to get the joke, but when he does the deck is again rocked by his bellowing laughter, the feasting crew giving him a wary look as they hold on to their wine. "There is no such man, cooking and caring for children is the duties of a woman." He exclaims as-a-matter-of-factly, nodding and smiling at the ex-preceptor. "I am glad you are one that recognizes this. You are no longer in no debt to me mortal." He says, and with a motion of his hand, Milly finds herself tastefully adorned with various exotic flowers. "Help that Half-Elf to set me free and I will truly reward you mortal." He says with a polite bow before disappearing in a thin blue smoke.
"It is a good sentiment, if after you have allowed yourself to see the world and all that it holds for you I won't blame you if you still decide to return to your cloister." The red-haired Half-Elf says with a sympathetic smile. "But I don't think you will help those in need to a better life simply by suffering in silence Delvindra. If you truly want to ease the suffering of the poor and help those who deserve more then do so, I will help you, but I will not refrain for enjoying myself when I can while doing so." She adds a bit defiantly.
"Oh, so nice!" Duwamilly gasps, admiring on herself the Djinni's parting gift "These flowers are really beautiful... and such a sweet scent to boot... Lord Amir is really kind..."
"Of course I'll help Yasmina and the other kids" the ex-Preceptor thinks aloud. "I would have done it anyway, since it is the right thing to do to bring a little more joy to them and to the world. But I wonder what Lord Amir has in mind... Will he grant me a wish, perhaps, after we are done? If it's so," she smiles with anticipation "I have a pretty good idea of what to wish for..."
A bemused smile crosses the Tiefling's face.
"I don't recall asking you to. In fact, I'm quite sure you've more than earned the right to enjoy yourself..."
A thoughtful furrow crosses her brow.
"Are you saying you'd stay after all of this is over? I guess I always imagined you returning home..."
"The same with Godrick and Wyvern. Milly will find herself some new students...maybe training acolytes in a temple somewhere..."
A smile crosses her face at the thought.
"Cal. I don't know. I worry about what he'll do. He's got nothing left to go back to..."
"Oh, after this..." Yasmina says slowly, sorrow in her amber eyes now. "...I haven't really thought about that, I would hope we will all make it of course but..." The red-haired Half-Elf goes quiet, looking down. "Anyway, I have nothing to return to." She says quietly, going silent for a while before looking back up at the cobalt Tiefling. "I won't join you in any cloister, living on gruel for the rest of my life though." She says with a grin.
The Tiefling shifts a bit uncomfortably.
"Oh...I thought you meant...I misunderstood."
The Half-Elf's grin comforts her.
"Maybe you can come visit me. Regale me with tales of your journeys and all the wonders you've seen."
"I promise, I won't serve gruel," she adds with a wink.
Godrick busts out the door onto the upper deck, waving his hand over his snout, snorting out breaths of steam.
"WHOO! You do NOT want to go in there, let me tell you. If you can I'd hold it 'til we get back to land."
Godrick pauses for a second, taking in the scene in front of me.
"YOU STARTED A PARTY WITHOUT ME!!! Well, I guess that's fine, but I'm here now!"
"Well, I don't think our village would accept us back. Even though we killed the witch, they still see us as murderers, so I doubt they'd ever accept us back there. Honestly, I don't know what we'll do once we're free of these curses."
-Archie
(Context & geography, @Arcitect. Godrick can't be above decks causing a scene AND below decks butting into a private conversation at the same time. Pick one, please.)
"It's just because it's hard to warn you when you're out of sight..." Duwamilly points out, circling around still adorned with tropical flowers, trying to locate the dragonborn based on where the voice is coming from "But, by all means, come, take advantage of it! Get something! If only you had arrived earlier... Do you know that Lord Amir has a great sense of humor? Look what he gave me," she shows the various flowers on her "for telling him a few jokes... He's a really nice Djinni! Too bad that he already had to leave..."
OOC: Thanks. Didn't know where we were. Kinda assumed we were above. It'll still be the same, but instead he's coming down below decks.
"Ooooooh. Yeah. That makes sense. And the flowers are BEAUTIFUL!!! Unfortunately, I'm not that good in the art of joke-telling, Wyvern says my sense of humor is childish, so I won't be telling any anytime soon. But yeah, it is unfortunate he had to go."
-Archie
"Well, at least you're good at singing!" Duwamilly laughs "I heard you before! Even my music boxes sing well... but they are gnomic technology... they stop working after a while. You, on the other hand, always work! And then you're cool... you can become invisible when you sing... my musci boxes can't do this. Not yet, at least - maybe one day I'll find a way..."
“Oh, but I digress!” the ex-Preceptor realizes "Come on, take it, eat something! Drink something! Then, maybe... when you're full and quenched... maybe you could sing something... What kind of party is it, a party without music? I remember of a blonde gnome with funny straight hair, who I had met when I was young... she must have been a bard... I remember that I heard her sing 'IIIIII'm comin' up so you better get this party started...' She was a good entertainer, she brought joy".
"I've heard that song before. Who was it by again? Finch? OOoooh, wait. It was Phink! Deeefinitely Punk. She's an elvish singer. Very into the dark arts, but doesn't participate in the illegal parts."
OOC: So now we're making singer lore. Don't know how we got here. 😆
-Archie
"Oh, right, yes, that's her! An elf, not a gnome, you're right Godrick!" Duwamilly agrees.
After a while, a new idea crosses her mind: "Godrick, Cal, Wyvern... Are any of you good at imitating people's voices? Do any of you think you can imitate Firion's spy voice?"
(OOC: sending allows the recipient of the message to know who the sender is, so long as the recipient knows who you are... which Firion might. Even if he doesn't know who you are except as "those idiots who have powerful magic items that they cannot possibly hope to control or use to their full potential," it would still be a red flag to him that he does not immediately know the message is from his spy)
The remainder of the day thankfully passes without further incident. But there is now an uneasy tension in the air amongst the crew, knowing that a spy was able to not only board the ship but murder one of their own to take his place. Who is to say that there might not be other unpleasant surprises in store?
The following day starts early, with a typical ship breakfast (that is to say, it's food and that's about the best thing you can say about it). The second day as well passes uneventfully, unless of course Milly decides to try and have a chat with Firion. Presumably, you six have taken up the duty of guarding the prisoner, who remains seated in a motionless, nearly catatonic state throughout the course of the day.
Is there anything that anyone wants to do before night falls?
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OOC: I meant the original songwriter was an elf. Not that the person you heard was a gnome. Just a small-time bard (born and raised in south Detroooit) singing a famous bard's song 😁
"Well, I've never tried it before, but as a singer, how hard can it possibly be! I could certainly try. I'd have to get him talking first though. Learn the parts of his voice."
I might try talking to Firion. I'll send another message in a bit.
-Archie
Duwamilly would love to have Godrick try talking to Firion, as soon as possible (so next day, i think?). After all, she imagines that if Firion no longer hears anything from his spy... he will assume that the spy has been neutralized. So, there's probably not much to lose by trying to mislead Firion and pass him false information. Worst case, he will have confirmation of what he already suspects, that is, that the spy has been put out of action.
Alright then, if Godrik is going to try to send a message to Firion then go ahead and compose it so I can formulate a response.
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But the message... it's vocal, right? When the spy was sending the message to Firion, we heard her speak, do I remember correctly? It's the fact that the message was vocal that led me to think about imitating the voice. Or, even though the spy used item by speaking, the voice had nothing to do with it?
However, the message that Duwamilly suggests to Godrick is that 'those idiots who have powerful magic items that they cannot possibly hope to control or use to their full potential' have discovered they are being spied on and have disappeared, fleeing through a strange portal that led to a completely different reality, probably another Plane, opened by a gnome who used a bizarre cube.