Danse made a fuss of recounting his experience of the duel towards the guard, mimicking movements and with his hands and weaving a true storyteller's performance, performing tricks of the hand and light - along with no small amount of Minor Illusion - to give a fantastical retelling of the encounter, likely to guards who couldn't care less. Danse didn't care. Moroza occasionally relayed information on the locations of the bandit for as long as she kept her eyes trained on him - Danse's indifferent enthusiasm convinced him Moroza would either follow the Bandit towards wherever they originated from or provide the guards an opportunity to capture him. Either way, it was a victory in Danse's book.
Fargrim walked over to the nobleman and picks up his shield. "How hard is it to curl up and hide under a shield buddy? Now I've got to wash all your blood off of it. Hope you won't forget all these services when the taxman comes."
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Scene #3: Deception: 24
(regardless of recongintion or not)
Recognizing the woman, Kaisaras would take a half step forward before giving a bow, "Apologies for the sudden arrival. We've come from the Volshyenek Citadel with messages for the Field Marshall of the Guard, her forces left at the Citadel are spread thin and require word on the situation to alleviate worries. Their situation being what it is, they asked our assistance to deliver the message since we were properly equipped for the task." Lifting his head back up after he finished speaking, he then motioned to Orileo, "The Squad commander here was very dutiful in his work, as we were delayed by bandits and thugs attempting to snuff out the life of a nobleman. He quickly made them scatter and escorted us here once he heard that we were envoys meant for his superior." Taking a light breath from the mild tangent, he patiently waited for Sabina's response, hoping that she was honorable enough to respect soldiers doing their duty, and adventurers assisting the guard. His encounters with the woman left decent impressions, but he had no real knowledge of her beyond her work and reputation.
"Aye he speaks the truth though he humbles himself and his accomplices. They way I've heard it, they were outnumbered two to one but still managed to fight off an ambush on one of the Jalentos. The citizens were calling them heroes when we arrived." Orileo hastily added.
"I see, so it seems I must give you all my thanks for doing the work the Guard seem incapable of doing at the moment." Sabina began a little pointedly. "Be that as it may, that is still not reason enough to enter the castle. If that is all you are here to do, then I'm going to have to ask you to politely head back down towards the city below; you can wait there till the Queen no longer has need of the Field Marshall." Giving you all a curt nod, stayed where she was and waited for you all to leave (or to say/ do/ etc. something else).
"Well, we do have what we think is a brooch that belongs to the Queen that we recovered from one of the city's worst villains, Gaedran Lamm. I would think she'd like it back..." Kurstin offers.
"Well, we do have what we think is a brooch that belongs to the Queen that we recovered from one of the city's worst villains, Gaedran Lamm. I would think she'd like it back..." Kurstin offers.
"A brooch" Sabina began, her curiosity clearly piqued. "What does it look like? I'd see it if you have it..."
Radgar reaches into the pouch at his waist, casting a reproachful glace at Kurstin as he does. 'Aye, we pulled it out of his things after freeing the orphans he was holding before he could feed them to the giant crocodile he kept as a pet.' Handing over the brooch to the Queen's woman, the dwarf chuckled 'You could say we've had a bust few days'
Sabina stepped forward and accepted the brooch from Radgar before spending a few long moments examining it in her hand. "You say you found this from Gaedren Lamm... I know he's been a difficult one to track down. How did you manage it?" she asked the party, not lifting her head from the brooch.
'Ye might say we had some help from beyond.' The cleric's bassy voice booms out awkwardly and he catches himself, continuing at a more reasonable volume 'That's stock in trade fer me and ma' kind, but this was a bit more than I ever 'xpected meself'
"And we were all motivated to find him..." Kurstin added. "Lamm kidnapped my sister a few years ago and I spent all of my free time looking for her. When I had the chance to hunt that b@$t@rd down, I took it. Now he is shark bait and will harm no others innocent children..." The young artificer was the most intense and angry you had ever witnessed, and still had his fists clenched.
Sabina lifted head and raised an eyebrow but did not comment on the group's responses. "Wait here. I shall return shortly. You,..." she began after a moment, pointing towards Orileo and the other Guard who had accompanied the party to the top of the pyramid, "Stay with them until I return." She then turned around and returned the way she had come from back towards one of the entrances leading into Castle Korvosa proper.
Danse's lips pursed as he whistled an idle tune to puncture the potent atmosphere surrounding the castle. A subtle lift in the lighthearted tune commanded Moroza to kick from Danse's shoulder - with some irritated reluctance - and keep an aerial eye out for anything of great interest. The view was admirable; Danse had never been this way before. The matters of nobles and politicians held little interest in the performer's mind. Rather than the usual indifference he treated most positions of authority he met, a twinkle of respect lit his eyes as he appraised Sabina. She clearly knew what she was doing - and had the scars to prove it. At the mention of Gaedren, a smile curled over Danse's scarred expression. "Gaedren Lamm simply earned the ire of his work," he replied, voice aloof as he gestures to his own scars hidden among his tattoos. "His mistake was not quite cutting all his loose ends all they way."
Not having anything else to add, he simply leaned back against whatever wall was nearest and closed his eyes. Some would say he was taking a quick nap - others more magically inclined would recognize him to be staring through the eyes of Moroza circling overhead. Danse simply watched and enjoyed the rare sight of the regal courtyard.
After about 15 minutes or so, Sabina exited the Castle and returned to speak with the party once more. "The Queen wishes to speak with you. Please follow me." As she began to turn around, she paused and looked back towards the masked Kaisaras. "I do not know why you've chosen to disguise yourself, but I recommend you do not do so in front of the Queen." Without waiting for a reply, she then turned and headed off in the direction of the Castle entrance, expecting you all to follow.
Radgar spit into his palm and ran his hands through his hair and beard, a last-minute attempt to make himself presentable before meeting Her Highness. The young artificers magic had helped a bit, cleaning the worst of the grime and the blood from his cloak and his hammer, but it did little for his wild mane of a beard or the mussed braids that fell on either side of his face.
He became almost overwhelmingly aware that he was still bleeding from multiple spots and limping just a little from a cut he got along his calf. He had no recollection of that blow from the brief melee, but that was often the way of combat. Swirling chaos and a sudden abrupt end with the smell of blood and shit and rot hanging in the air. The very same perfume that clung to him and his comrades as they made their way towards the audience with the Queen herself.
Fargrim rolled his eyes at the other dwarf. "Don't think that's gonna work. She's still going to think we're ugly as hell!" He clapped Radgar on the back and let out a bellowing laugh.
Kaisaras pauses a moment, weighing Sabina's words. There was some wisdom in the advice, and he certainly didn't want to insult the new monarch by playing it safe, so if he had to chose when to be 'unmasked' as it were, better to do it on his own terms before it was done to him. Still, as he began unwrapping his scarf from his face, letting it sit around his shoulders, he thought back to the Harrow card that was drawn for him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea, but oh well.
Seeing Radgar start cleaning himself, Kaisaras would once again snap his finger, using his glamor cast to clean the man up. His true face now revealed the young man's brown eyes sized the dwarf up quickly as to make sure he was clean, "....I think you're fine. As for being ugly....speak for yourself." He gave a jestful smirk towards Fargrim before walking after Sabina, returning to his true accent and gait.
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Kurstin takes off after the last bandit, but is soon lost in the crowd and stops, knowing better than to continue on and getting lost in the city!
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Danse made a fuss of recounting his experience of the duel towards the guard, mimicking movements and with his hands and weaving a true storyteller's performance, performing tricks of the hand and light - along with no small amount of Minor Illusion - to give a fantastical retelling of the encounter, likely to guards who couldn't care less. Danse didn't care. Moroza occasionally relayed information on the locations of the bandit for as long as she kept her eyes trained on him - Danse's indifferent enthusiasm convinced him Moroza would either follow the Bandit towards wherever they originated from or provide the guards an opportunity to capture him. Either way, it was a victory in Danse's book.
Fargrim walked over to the nobleman and picks up his shield. "How hard is it to curl up and hide under a shield buddy? Now I've got to wash all your blood off of it. Hope you won't forget all these services when the taxman comes."
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 060 - Castle Korvosa
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Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Scene #3:
Deception: 24
(regardless of recongintion or not)
Recognizing the woman, Kaisaras would take a half step forward before giving a bow, "Apologies for the sudden arrival. We've come from the Volshyenek Citadel with messages for the Field Marshall of the Guard, her forces left at the Citadel are spread thin and require word on the situation to alleviate worries. Their situation being what it is, they asked our assistance to deliver the message since we were properly equipped for the task." Lifting his head back up after he finished speaking, he then motioned to Orileo, "The Squad commander here was very dutiful in his work, as we were delayed by bandits and thugs attempting to snuff out the life of a nobleman. He quickly made them scatter and escorted us here once he heard that we were envoys meant for his superior." Taking a light breath from the mild tangent, he patiently waited for Sabina's response, hoping that she was honorable enough to respect soldiers doing their duty, and adventurers assisting the guard. His encounters with the woman left decent impressions, but he had no real knowledge of her beyond her work and reputation.
(no recognition on her part)
"Aye he speaks the truth though he humbles himself and his accomplices. They way I've heard it, they were outnumbered two to one but still managed to fight off an ambush on one of the Jalentos. The citizens were calling them heroes when we arrived." Orileo hastily added.
"I see, so it seems I must give you all my thanks for doing the work the Guard seem incapable of doing at the moment." Sabina began a little pointedly. "Be that as it may, that is still not reason enough to enter the castle. If that is all you are here to do, then I'm going to have to ask you to politely head back down towards the city below; you can wait there till the Queen no longer has need of the Field Marshall." Giving you all a curt nod, stayed where she was and waited for you all to leave (or to say/ do/ etc. something else).
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
"Well, we do have what we think is a brooch that belongs to the Queen that we recovered from one of the city's worst villains, Gaedran Lamm. I would think she'd like it back..." Kurstin offers.
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"A brooch" Sabina began, her curiosity clearly piqued. "What does it look like? I'd see it if you have it..."
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Radgar reaches into the pouch at his waist, casting a reproachful glace at Kurstin as he does. 'Aye, we pulled it out of his things after freeing the orphans he was holding before he could feed them to the giant crocodile he kept as a pet.' Handing over the brooch to the Queen's woman, the dwarf chuckled 'You could say we've had a bust few days'
Sabina stepped forward and accepted the brooch from Radgar before spending a few long moments examining it in her hand. "You say you found this from Gaedren Lamm... I know he's been a difficult one to track down. How did you manage it?" she asked the party, not lifting her head from the brooch.
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'Ye might say we had some help from beyond.' The cleric's bassy voice booms out awkwardly and he catches himself, continuing at a more reasonable volume 'That's stock in trade fer me and ma' kind, but this was a bit more than I ever 'xpected meself'
"And we were all motivated to find him..." Kurstin added. "Lamm kidnapped my sister a few years ago and I spent all of my free time looking for her. When I had the chance to hunt that b@$t@rd down, I took it. Now he is shark bait and will harm no others innocent children..." The young artificer was the most intense and angry you had ever witnessed, and still had his fists clenched.
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Radgar lays a calming hand on Kursitn's shoulder 'Aye boy, he took my brother too. But we found them both, and made the monster pay the price'
Sabina lifted head and raised an eyebrow but did not comment on the group's responses. "Wait here. I shall return shortly. You,..." she began after a moment, pointing towards Orileo and the other Guard who had accompanied the party to the top of the pyramid, "Stay with them until I return." She then turned around and returned the way she had come from back towards one of the entrances leading into Castle Korvosa proper.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Danse's lips pursed as he whistled an idle tune to puncture the potent atmosphere surrounding the castle. A subtle lift in the lighthearted tune commanded Moroza to kick from Danse's shoulder - with some irritated reluctance - and keep an aerial eye out for anything of great interest. The view was admirable; Danse had never been this way before. The matters of nobles and politicians held little interest in the performer's mind. Rather than the usual indifference he treated most positions of authority he met, a twinkle of respect lit his eyes as he appraised Sabina. She clearly knew what she was doing - and had the scars to prove it. At the mention of Gaedren, a smile curled over Danse's scarred expression. "Gaedren Lamm simply earned the ire of his work," he replied, voice aloof as he gestures to his own scars hidden among his tattoos. "His mistake was not quite cutting all his loose ends all they way."
Not having anything else to add, he simply leaned back against whatever wall was nearest and closed his eyes. Some would say he was taking a quick nap - others more magically inclined would recognize him to be staring through the eyes of Moroza circling overhead. Danse simply watched and enjoyed the rare sight of the regal courtyard.
After about 15 minutes or so, Sabina exited the Castle and returned to speak with the party once more. "The Queen wishes to speak with you. Please follow me." As she began to turn around, she paused and looked back towards the masked Kaisaras. "I do not know why you've chosen to disguise yourself, but I recommend you do not do so in front of the Queen." Without waiting for a reply, she then turned and headed off in the direction of the Castle entrance, expecting you all to follow.
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Radgar spit into his palm and ran his hands through his hair and beard, a last-minute attempt to make himself presentable before meeting Her Highness. The young artificers magic had helped a bit, cleaning the worst of the grime and the blood from his cloak and his hammer, but it did little for his wild mane of a beard or the mussed braids that fell on either side of his face.
He became almost overwhelmingly aware that he was still bleeding from multiple spots and limping just a little from a cut he got along his calf. He had no recollection of that blow from the brief melee, but that was often the way of combat. Swirling chaos and a sudden abrupt end with the smell of blood and shit and rot hanging in the air. The very same perfume that clung to him and his comrades as they made their way towards the audience with the Queen herself.
Fargrim rolled his eyes at the other dwarf. "Don't think that's gonna work. She's still going to think we're ugly as hell!" He clapped Radgar on the back and let out a bellowing laugh.
Kurstin grinned at Radgar after Sabina extended an invitation to meet the Queen. "And you thought I was being brash..."
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Kaisaras pauses a moment, weighing Sabina's words. There was some wisdom in the advice, and he certainly didn't want to insult the new monarch by playing it safe, so if he had to chose when to be 'unmasked' as it were, better to do it on his own terms before it was done to him. Still, as he began unwrapping his scarf from his face, letting it sit around his shoulders, he thought back to the Harrow card that was drawn for him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea, but oh well.
Seeing Radgar start cleaning himself, Kaisaras would once again snap his finger, using his glamor cast to clean the man up. His true face now revealed the young man's brown eyes sized the dwarf up quickly as to make sure he was clean, "....I think you're fine. As for being ugly....speak for yourself." He gave a jestful smirk towards Fargrim before walking after Sabina, returning to his true accent and gait.