As you finish your bath, you see that Candise has exited her room and is carrying a pile of linen. She enters each of the rooms you're staying in and delivers a bundle before moving on to the next. When you make your way to the room, you find that you've been provided with clothes, fine that seem to have been perfectly tailored to your shape. Nothing seems odd about the clothes and they do not have any sort of magical properties to them. If anyone asks, Candise tells you that they are provided by the Duke so that you may more properly be dressed for the castle. You wonder if your clothes were the reason you've been kept to the servant quarters thus far. You're unsure if the Duke did it to save you from embarrassment or himself.
Looking at the clothes, you see that they are made with very fine fabrics with just the right amount of flourish in design to let you know the clothes are most likely worth way more than the common person would be willing to spend on them.
Candise tells you that your supper will be ready in one hour and you will be eating on the dining platform overlooking the sea.
((Feel free to describe what the clothes left behind for you look like. There are no cloaks or capes, but you may have a hat if you'd like. Feel free to be creative here. They are basically formal style clothing you'd expect people to wear to a banquet.))
((Happy Holidays everyone. We're about to get into a couple of weeks where posting is going to be rather limited as people celebrate the season with friends and family. You can consider this period free to RP out anything you'd like to discuss between characters but there won't be any major plot movements until the start of the new year. I hope everyone has a wondering time off and I look forward to diving into this entirely new city including some rather interesting things that will happen while you're here.))
Paren comes out of his room holding up what appears to be an undershirt of some sort. "Jonathan, or Finan, or anyone of you more upperclass folks. What is this? They gave me two shirts. How am I supposed to wear two shirts and fit in my armour comfortably?"
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Jonathan sighs, "Ah, another thing people do, stack anyone of the same class into one group. All nobles have different aspirations and things they enjoy; the duke's pleasures will probably different from the local viscount, for example." He says a little quieter. "You know, one thing I learnt as I was growing up is to not ask the family directly. You ask their maids-in-waiting, their butlers, the people who truly cater to their needs."
(Yeah, it's a cop-out, but player doesn't have knowledge on the duke so couldn't really tell you.)
(Back to after bathing)
Jonathan looks down at the garb. It is of fine silks, the like of which remind him of clothes he wore frequently at home. The pale blue waistcoat he takes a liking to, as he feels the fabric between his fingers. Though its hue differs from the darker tones of the trousers and overcoat, they compliment one another very well. "That is an undershirt, you wear it beneath your outerwear, it prevents perspiration from sullying your clothing. It isn't something you wear armour to, that is for if you participate in grand melees or the like. It would be expected to perhaps bring a finer blade that would only be drawn to defend one's honour, though if a fight of such were to break out, it would be settled with a to first blood or something similar. Nobles tend not to slay one another whilst in company like that, or their bloodlines would run thin, though there are always rumours of subterfuge and evil viziers that are amok in tales."
Falaine, though the clothes are very close to fitting, will still adjust her form to fill them out. After the adjustment, she is wearing a skin tight ball gown, black with silver and blue filagree, with it is a silver pendant and matching comb and the comb has an ornate blue lace flower, looking like a bird of paradise (the plant, not an actual bird). As she looks down at her form she'll make some minor tweaks to her body type, stuff you would assume you didn't notice under her thick travel cloak she wore upon arrival. (She keeps her druidic focus hidden on a thin chain that drops below the line of the gown)
She'll come out into the hall with a shy smile. "What do you all think?"
Paren leans out of his room with the shirt halfway over his head, looks and gives a quick thumbs up before retreating. When he comes back out he's wearing a puffy green shirt with frills and black pants. You notice that he's kept his regular boots on, though they're significantly cleaner than they were before. Both of his pockets have a slight bulge to them, as though there's something heavy in each. The whole ensemble looks in stark contrast to the fact that he's still a little scruffy and dirty from earlier adventures. "This whole outfit is just silly. I mean what is up with these?" He slaps one of the frills with his hand so that it shakes back and forth. "Jonathan, how did you live in these every day? I feel like I'm trapped by my own clothes."
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Tanni's face darkens as she sees what's lying on her bed. She grabs the fine garb and hangs it open, inspecting it with a wince. "I'm going to look ridiculous" she mutters, though she is a visitor of a duke and it would be rude to not wear the dress he had provided. He could be a valuable customer when she finally had claimed Black Ram smithy from Bomdur... or from the elf the fat bastard was selling it to. Reluctantly she began to put on the dress, struggling with the unfamiliar garment. Finally, she emerges from her room, wearing a light-yellow and green dress with a form-hugging top and a wide hem. Her wide shoulders are covered with a bright-green shawl and long green dress gloves cover her muscular arms up to her elbows. A familiar black pin shaped to resemble a ram's head rests on the left side of her chest, clearly clashing with the rest of her attire and her orange-red hair is in a familiar thick braid that rests between her shoulder blades. "Good thing I'm not the only one thinking these clothes are ridiculous. This dress is as wide as I'm tall!" She glowers others and says grimly, "If you laugh, I'll deck you."
Paren holds up his hands to Tanni, miming like he doesn't want to get punch in the face, which he really doesn't.
"Before we go I have a little more information about our gods situation. It seems that Daais may be another aspect of Lugh, just like Mervielle. He's sent to watch over people like me, clerics and paladins of Lugh. The way he was described was as the watcher of the watchers."
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Tanni pokes carefully at the flower and nods at Falaine, "Thank you, but frolicking in frilly dresses isn't my thing. I win people over with my strength and skill, not with my cute face. I'm doing this only to not insult the duke who has been more than hospitable to a bunch of weirdos who appeared in his cellar."
Tanni ponders Paren's words for a moment. "The voice that spoke to us when we arrived, is that also one of Lugh's aspects?"
To the best of your knowledge and wisdom, you do not believe that the recent voice that you heard near the cellar was associated with Lugh. It spoke quite differently than you've heard the other speaks. The voice seemed to be as lost and confused as you've felt lately.
"I don't think the voice we heard was the voice of a god. It sounded different, confused, in a way that none of the gods ever has. And the way it spoke was different too, more like one of us. It was just different."
(OOC: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! You all are a great group of people and I look forward to notifications for this thread popping up every day. Have a great break and I look forward to continuing our adventures!)
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[Happy new year everyone! We'll resume with supper and preparations for the performance!]
As your conversation continued, Candise enters the room with one of the guards you'd seen earlier. "Supper will be served shortly. Please follow me to the dining hall. You may leave your belongings in your room. I assure you that no one will enter these quarters while the castle is on lock down."
[You're able to go to your rooms and leave anything if you'd like]
Once all are back in the hallway, Condise and the guard escort you through the servant quarters as you'd traveled in the past and through a doorway opening into a hallway that is much more exquisite in decoration. Along the wall are various paintings of fishing boats and ships. Candise leads you down the hallway and through a large set of wooden doors. The rush of fresh sea air welcomes you to the outdoor platform that overlooks the evening sea. It's rather calming with the crashing waves against the bluffs. A table sits at the middle of the platform and looks large enough to host about ten people.
Candise gestures to take a seat and says, "The Duke will not be able to join you for the meal, but he is looking forward to your performance this evening. If there is anything you need to make the performance better, let me know and I will have a runner fetch it for you."
Once the group is sat at the table, servants enter bringing large platters of food featuring a large variety of fish, shrimp, lobster, and crab. There are also offerings of bread and a variety fruits and vegetables.
Tanni returns briefly to her room, quickly checking her backpack and arranging her regular clothes on the bed. She stops for a moment when she sees her warhammer, considering briefly to take it with her but she quickly abandons the idea and places it on top of her clothes. The duke may take offense if she attented the dinner armed to the teeth. Her fists would be enough to handle any problem that may arise.
When the group enters the platform outside, the small gnome takes in the view. She gazes at the shoreline and the open sea with a wide smile, but it's soon replaced by a worried frown. "We really are at the Glimmering Sea." Her worries are quickly forgotten when the supper is served and she eyes the feast hungrily, removing her dress gloves and tucking them under her dress before digging into the food with gusto.
Falaine's belongings are scattered about her room, a stark contrast to how 'put together' she looks on the outside.
The only article she is taking is her druidic symbol, hanging on a long thin chain tucked below the line of her gown.
She'll take special note of how the guard walks vs Condises gait. Just in case things go awry. If she can without notice, she will cast detect poison and disease in the meal before any of her companions eat.
Outside of the stone walls of the castle, you hear the sounds of crowds competing against the sound of the crashing waves. The faint sound of music can be heard coming from the inland side of the castle. There seems to be quite a celebration underway.
The meal progresses with various courses offered and plates cleared as they're emptied. Wine and beer are both offered to anyone seeking a bit of libations after they day they've had. Overall, the food is rather tasty especially for those that enjoy the food provided by the sea. Everything is as fresh as you've ever experienced possible with the exception of the fruits and vegetables which were surely carted here from Thornwood.
A few guards stand by the door the servants are passing through. Their eyes scan the platform making sure no threats appear. It would be quite the impressive feat if an attacker showed their face here. The sheer cliff face offered little means for climbers to assault the castle. The passage from the docks far below into the castle seemed to consist mostly of interior staircases that had been carved into the existing land. This fortification seemed quite defensible for those with any knowledge in siege warfare.
Falaine notices that the guards have a much more graceful gate and each step is taken with care and precision. The catlike nature of the tabaxi makes it seems as though they could pounce at any moment should danger present itself. Candise seems to walk with determination. Each of her steps is strong with the goal of reaching the destination quickly.
Falaine carefully checks the food and drink that is served. She's pleased to find that nothing seems out of the ordinary.
As you finish your bath, you see that Candise has exited her room and is carrying a pile of linen. She enters each of the rooms you're staying in and delivers a bundle before moving on to the next. When you make your way to the room, you find that you've been provided with clothes, fine that seem to have been perfectly tailored to your shape. Nothing seems odd about the clothes and they do not have any sort of magical properties to them. If anyone asks, Candise tells you that they are provided by the Duke so that you may more properly be dressed for the castle. You wonder if your clothes were the reason you've been kept to the servant quarters thus far. You're unsure if the Duke did it to save you from embarrassment or himself.
Looking at the clothes, you see that they are made with very fine fabrics with just the right amount of flourish in design to let you know the clothes are most likely worth way more than the common person would be willing to spend on them.
Candise tells you that your supper will be ready in one hour and you will be eating on the dining platform overlooking the sea.
((Feel free to describe what the clothes left behind for you look like. There are no cloaks or capes, but you may have a hat if you'd like. Feel free to be creative here. They are basically formal style clothing you'd expect people to wear to a banquet.))
Paren comes out of his room holding up what appears to be an undershirt of some sort. "Jonathan, or Finan, or anyone of you more upperclass folks. What is this? They gave me two shirts. How am I supposed to wear two shirts and fit in my armour comfortably?"
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
(Sorry, to go over the prior query to Jonathan)
Jonathan sighs, "Ah, another thing people do, stack anyone of the same class into one group. All nobles have different aspirations and things they enjoy; the duke's pleasures will probably different from the local viscount, for example." He says a little quieter. "You know, one thing I learnt as I was growing up is to not ask the family directly. You ask their maids-in-waiting, their butlers, the people who truly cater to their needs."
(Yeah, it's a cop-out, but player doesn't have knowledge on the duke so couldn't really tell you.)
(Back to after bathing)
Jonathan looks down at the garb. It is of fine silks, the like of which remind him of clothes he wore frequently at home. The pale blue waistcoat he takes a liking to, as he feels the fabric between his fingers. Though its hue differs from the darker tones of the trousers and overcoat, they compliment one another very well. "That is an undershirt, you wear it beneath your outerwear, it prevents perspiration from sullying your clothing. It isn't something you wear armour to, that is for if you participate in grand melees or the like. It would be expected to perhaps bring a finer blade that would only be drawn to defend one's honour, though if a fight of such were to break out, it would be settled with a to first blood or something similar. Nobles tend not to slay one another whilst in company like that, or their bloodlines would run thin, though there are always rumours of subterfuge and evil viziers that are amok in tales."
Falaine, though the clothes are very close to fitting, will still adjust her form to fill them out. After the adjustment, she is wearing a skin tight ball gown, black with silver and blue filagree, with it is a silver pendant and matching comb and the comb has an ornate blue lace flower, looking like a bird of paradise (the plant, not an actual bird). As she looks down at her form she'll make some minor tweaks to her body type, stuff you would assume you didn't notice under her thick travel cloak she wore upon arrival. (She keeps her druidic focus hidden on a thin chain that drops below the line of the gown)
She'll come out into the hall with a shy smile. "What do you all think?"
Paren leans out of his room with the shirt halfway over his head, looks and gives a quick thumbs up before retreating. When he comes back out he's wearing a puffy green shirt with frills and black pants. You notice that he's kept his regular boots on, though they're significantly cleaner than they were before. Both of his pockets have a slight bulge to them, as though there's something heavy in each. The whole ensemble looks in stark contrast to the fact that he's still a little scruffy and dirty from earlier adventures. "This whole outfit is just silly. I mean what is up with these?" He slaps one of the frills with his hand so that it shakes back and forth. "Jonathan, how did you live in these every day? I feel like I'm trapped by my own clothes."
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Falaine titters a bit at Paren's little fit. "I think you look good in finery."
Tanni's face darkens as she sees what's lying on her bed. She grabs the fine garb and hangs it open, inspecting it with a wince. "I'm going to look ridiculous" she mutters, though she is a visitor of a duke and it would be rude to not wear the dress he had provided. He could be a valuable customer when she finally had claimed Black Ram smithy from Bomdur... or from the elf the fat bastard was selling it to. Reluctantly she began to put on the dress, struggling with the unfamiliar garment. Finally, she emerges from her room, wearing a light-yellow and green dress with a form-hugging top and a wide hem. Her wide shoulders are covered with a bright-green shawl and long green dress gloves cover her muscular arms up to her elbows. A familiar black pin shaped to resemble a ram's head rests on the left side of her chest, clearly clashing with the rest of her attire and her orange-red hair is in a familiar thick braid that rests between her shoulder blades. "Good thing I'm not the only one thinking these clothes are ridiculous. This dress is as wide as I'm tall!" She glowers others and says grimly, "If you laugh, I'll deck you."
Falaine will druidcraft a carnation and place it opposite the pin. "You should celebrate your feminine side more often, you're a beautiful person."
Paren holds up his hands to Tanni, miming like he doesn't want to get punch in the face, which he really doesn't.
"Before we go I have a little more information about our gods situation. It seems that Daais may be another aspect of Lugh, just like Mervielle. He's sent to watch over people like me, clerics and paladins of Lugh. The way he was described was as the watcher of the watchers."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Tanni pokes carefully at the flower and nods at Falaine, "Thank you, but frolicking in frilly dresses isn't my thing. I win people over with my strength and skill, not with my cute face. I'm doing this only to not insult the duke who has been more than hospitable to a bunch of weirdos who appeared in his cellar."
Tanni ponders Paren's words for a moment. "The voice that spoke to us when we arrived, is that also one of Lugh's aspects?"
[OOC: Happy holidays for everyone!]
Paren...
To the best of your knowledge and wisdom, you do not believe that the recent voice that you heard near the cellar was associated with Lugh. It spoke quite differently than you've heard the other speaks. The voice seemed to be as lost and confused as you've felt lately.
"I don't think the voice we heard was the voice of a god. It sounded different, confused, in a way that none of the gods ever has. And the way it spoke was different too, more like one of us. It was just different."
(OOC: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! You all are a great group of people and I look forward to notifications for this thread popping up every day. Have a great break and I look forward to continuing our adventures!)
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
(Happy holidays all! )
(popping in to see if more rp happened. I got unsubscribed for a bit.)
[Happy new year everyone! We'll resume with supper and preparations for the performance!]
As your conversation continued, Candise enters the room with one of the guards you'd seen earlier. "Supper will be served shortly. Please follow me to the dining hall. You may leave your belongings in your room. I assure you that no one will enter these quarters while the castle is on lock down."
[You're able to go to your rooms and leave anything if you'd like]
Once all are back in the hallway, Condise and the guard escort you through the servant quarters as you'd traveled in the past and through a doorway opening into a hallway that is much more exquisite in decoration. Along the wall are various paintings of fishing boats and ships. Candise leads you down the hallway and through a large set of wooden doors. The rush of fresh sea air welcomes you to the outdoor platform that overlooks the evening sea. It's rather calming with the crashing waves against the bluffs. A table sits at the middle of the platform and looks large enough to host about ten people.
Candise gestures to take a seat and says, "The Duke will not be able to join you for the meal, but he is looking forward to your performance this evening. If there is anything you need to make the performance better, let me know and I will have a runner fetch it for you."
Once the group is sat at the table, servants enter bringing large platters of food featuring a large variety of fish, shrimp, lobster, and crab. There are also offerings of bread and a variety fruits and vegetables.
[Happy 2020 everyone!]
Tanni returns briefly to her room, quickly checking her backpack and arranging her regular clothes on the bed. She stops for a moment when she sees her warhammer, considering briefly to take it with her but she quickly abandons the idea and places it on top of her clothes. The duke may take offense if she attented the dinner armed to the teeth. Her fists would be enough to handle any problem that may arise.
When the group enters the platform outside, the small gnome takes in the view. She gazes at the shoreline and the open sea with a wide smile, but it's soon replaced by a worried frown. "We really are at the Glimmering Sea." Her worries are quickly forgotten when the supper is served and she eyes the feast hungrily, removing her dress gloves and tucking them under her dress before digging into the food with gusto.
Falaine's belongings are scattered about her room, a stark contrast to how 'put together' she looks on the outside.
The only article she is taking is her druidic symbol, hanging on a long thin chain tucked below the line of her gown.
She'll take special note of how the guard walks vs Condises gait. Just in case things go awry. If she can without notice, she will cast detect poison and disease in the meal before any of her companions eat.
Outside of the stone walls of the castle, you hear the sounds of crowds competing against the sound of the crashing waves. The faint sound of music can be heard coming from the inland side of the castle. There seems to be quite a celebration underway.
The meal progresses with various courses offered and plates cleared as they're emptied. Wine and beer are both offered to anyone seeking a bit of libations after they day they've had. Overall, the food is rather tasty especially for those that enjoy the food provided by the sea. Everything is as fresh as you've ever experienced possible with the exception of the fruits and vegetables which were surely carted here from Thornwood.
A few guards stand by the door the servants are passing through. Their eyes scan the platform making sure no threats appear. It would be quite the impressive feat if an attacker showed their face here. The sheer cliff face offered little means for climbers to assault the castle. The passage from the docks far below into the castle seemed to consist mostly of interior staircases that had been carved into the existing land. This fortification seemed quite defensible for those with any knowledge in siege warfare.
Falaine notices that the guards have a much more graceful gate and each step is taken with care and precision. The catlike nature of the tabaxi makes it seems as though they could pounce at any moment should danger present itself. Candise seems to walk with determination. Each of her steps is strong with the goal of reaching the destination quickly.
Falaine carefully checks the food and drink that is served. She's pleased to find that nothing seems out of the ordinary.