Adventure was written September-October, 2022
Vulcuran and Thorin just broke into the McDermott’s old printing shop and has asked the perpetrators if they want to come along quietly.
DMaster: The three men at the table, in darker red colored outfits, stare at you and Thorin for a long moment, not sure what to do. The inside of the curtain reveals a barren room except for some food hanging on the wall, (most likely dried and cured beef), some utensils, kitchen wares, mugs and a few barrels of what is probably ale. To the far left in the corner is a staircase leading up to the 2nd floor. But there is barely anything else, in fact it even smells clean.
Vulcuran: Walk in a bit more straightening up, looking them over.
DMaster: A man is coming down the stairs, stops almost at the bottom step and his eyes bulge seeing you.
Vulcuran: VUL: Come with us, quietly? Do you speak common?
Get ready to rumble if need be.
DMaster: Thorin has all but ripped the curtain down, and the guards behind you are piling in. The man on the stairs turns heel and starts to run up the stairs.
Vulcuran: VUL: Secure the ones down here, I’ll get the runner!
DMaster: As you start to run for the stairs, the man closest to the stairs goes to push or try and trip you. DM: Needs to roll for dexterity to not get stopped.
Vulcuran: Instead of trying to get past I will run directly for the one trying to block me and hit him with the hilt of my sword. Not so much for damage but more for “get the eff out of my way!”
DMaster: DM: Rolled a 22 (9hp of damage) & 23 for the “move out of the way.” Smack! A loud crack echoes through the room as the man trying to get in your way goes flying back, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. Blood spewing across his face and down his outfit.
Vulcuran: Race up the stairs after the man, sword ready to swing at anything.
DMaster: DM: Rolled a 14 on perception. Getting to the top of the stairs, you glance around and it is very dark, only a slight light peeking through one of the curtains in what to be a kitchen / living room of sorts that is mostly empty right now. DM: Enemy rolled a natty! You hear movement right behind you at the last moment.
Vulcuran: Try to move, parry, anything!
DMaster: A dagger gets sunk into your right shoulder. It probably would have been into your neck for triple damage, but you moved in time (took 11hp of damage).
Vulcuran: Turn and grab for the man, getting my sword in position to parry anything.
DMaster: He has already run about 10 feet off, rips open the window and is now on his way out. A soft glow of the lanterns out on the streets light the room a little, making it easier to see.
Vulcuran: Run after him, get through the window. Wait a moment, do I hear any footsteps outside? It’s a slanted roof so he would probably be sliding or making some noise.
DMaster: No, you don’t hear much close by at all. (passive perception 28)
Vulcuran: Stick my head out for a half second, then rip my head back into the room.
DMaster: You do that and it looks like a dagger flies by the window with some loud cursing from someone by the window. Great call, he was waiting for you to stick your head out. You can then hear slip, sliding of someone on the rooftop. But also more yelling now that it went down. “Some ones on the roof! The roof! The roof!”
Vulcuran: Jump out of the window and make my way for this dick-bag.
DMaster: He made it to a peak of the roof, much easier to run on, and is starting to make his way north. You can hear yelling, and mentions of a man on the roof, so he is being seen.
Vulcuran: Race for him, use a dash to catch up to him.
DMaster: DM: Vulcuran rolls a 27 Dex / Acrobatics, the man rolls a 13. He slides a bit catching his balance and you are all upon him now, he doesn’t appear to notice you; trying to stay on the peak and other people yelling and pointing at him.
Vulcuran: I know this is going to hurt like a bitch, but tackle him. Ram right into him.
DMaster: DM: Rolls a 19. You slam into him and you can tell by his reaction he was completely surprised. His other dagger goes flying down the roof, slips sliding and a loud “tink” can be heard as it hits the ground. You on the other hand; both of you are tumbling down the side of the roof, pop off and free fall to the ground, two stories high.
Vulcuran: I will use evasion for my damage. Acrobatics.
DMaster: DM: LOL You get +16 on your acrobatics. Rolls a 15. 31. You land half on your feet with a tilt, allowing you to roll off and take only 3 points of falling damage. The man lands flat on his back, air coming out of his lungs with a loud crack (rolled a 3).
Vulcuran: Walk over and pin him, get my cuffs and strap it on his wrists. Growl a little at him.
DMaster: He is gasping for air, frantically trying to wave his hands around. The back of his head was pouring out blood.
MAN: Help… help me…
Vulcuran: VUL: Should of thought of this when you put a dagger in my shoulder, you ball guzzler…
Say it through my teeth. Wince a bit from the dagger, look around to see if the area is secure.
DMaster: Glancing up you see a few guards heading your way, a knight in more of a plain clothing and few citizens of the City staring wide-eyed at the spectacle. You double take and with two other women is Magnolia, Meadows mother. Eyes wide just staring at you.
Vulcuran: Keep the pressure on the man, look at her with a soft smile.
VUL: Good evening Magnolia, might I ask you to get to your home immediately as we sort this out, for your safety?
DMaster: A long awkward stare commences. The women are glancing at her like “you know him?” since you are in some serious armor, armed to the teeth and just fell off the roof with great dexterity. She slowly nods her head and they start to walk off, quicker and quicker by the foot.
MAG: That… that is the Duke of Camerondale…
You hear her say with one of the women gasping and you can almost hear the name Meadow being brought up. The Knight is Plugr. He finally gets to you.
Vulcuran: VUL: Plugr, report!
Stand up and glare at him.
DMaster: He stutters to a halt seeing a dagger stuck in your shoulder. The man is rolling around in pain below you.
PLUG: No one escaped the building…
Glances down and chuckles.
PLUG: We are sure of that now. But other than that, I don’t know yet. I can get with Thorin.
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: Keep roaming the streets for a short time, make sure there are no stragglers. Then get everyone back to a guard house.
DMaster: PLUG: Uh, M’Lord, might want to take out that dagger
He says with a playful look on his face.
PLUG: Unless, that is how you want to sheath your daggers now.
Two guards who grabbed the man, snort and chuckle. The man looks to have a broken leg, who knows about his ribs and is bleeding pretty good from the back of his head.
Vulcuran: VUL: Get him to the guard house, call for a monk to heal him. But only a little bit.
Sigh loudly, give the blonde headed man a sidewards glance.
VUL: You know maybe I will, it will be a new fashion statement. Shoulder dagger with excruciating pain.
Laugh a little then cough.
DMaster: PLUG: Well get to the Temple, we can handle this from…
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: No, not until I get the reports and we are done with this little fandango. I still have ideas…
DMaster: DM: Condensing. The reports come pouring in, and you start to clear the streets. 7 people apprehended, 1 killed in a skirmish in the upper sewers and one injured severely. The building is now being filled with investigators and the like.
Vulcuran: Walk to the front door of the building. Lean in.
VUL: Keep the door closed, get that drape back up immediately!
DMaster: Looking for Thorin who glances back from a table inside.
THOR: Say what now?
Walking to you with a curious look on his face, somewhat angry. He grabs your arm and pulls you outside.
Vulcuran: VUL: Excuse you! You heard what I said, Captain!
Flash him angry eyes.
DMaster: Thorin stops for a moment, a bit of anger in his eyes too, turns inside.
THOR: Do it, get the curtain up, quiet it down.
Then takes you across the street to the entrance to an alleyway.
THOR: What the fuck Vulc. We had a plan all worked out and you just shit it away once we get to the door.
Vulcuran: Give him a confused look.
VUL: I did what now?
DMaster: THOR: We were to storm the place, not quietly walk in and have tea and biscuits with them.
Vulcuran: Give him a fierce look.
VUL: It worked out now didn’t it?
DMaster: He snorts, looks at the dagger in your shoulder and nods.
THOR: Yeah, real well, I guess. But changing the plans can always cause issues, especially with other people away from the point of attack.
You are starting to feel a little dizzy now that the adrenaline is gone and you are calming down.
THOR: Why are we playing house in there now?
Pointing back to the building.
Vulcuran: Shake head. Try and straighten up.
VUL: If there are any of these fuckers left, having a building bursting with guards will, I don’t know, tip them off.
DMaster: Thorin gives you a confused look
THOR: How would we know? They could just be a citizen or a blacksmith or hell a ho-bag looking to score.
You are getting pretty dizzy now.
Vulcuran: Shake head again, and look at him.
VUL: Dumbass, if they try… and… ummm… get into the building we will… know. Have to wait for anyone… uhhh
Grab for the wall.
DMaster: THOR: Vulc!
He grabs you and looks around.
THOR: Guard, here now!
Jovie, who has been looking for you, is making her way over already.
THOR: Get him to the temple, ASAP!
Vulcuran: Try to walk to the temple.
DMaster: It is not far off, but you barely remember it. Like you were drunk and sleepy all at the same time with pain shooting through your shoulder. Jovie was trying to talk with you but you couldn’t focus. You realize there must have been poison on the blade.
Vulcuran: Try and make it.
DMaster: You black out. You wake up to the sounds of a soft chime. Glancing around, you have been here before, the main chamber of the Temple of Animax. It is dim, and quiet except for the chimes and a soft ruffling of people walking about in robes and such. A tad bit chilly with a blanket covering half your body. You feel you have a fever, headache and your right shoulder is throbbing still, in pain. You cough a bit with dry mouth and realize you are under the blanket; warm and cozy.
Vulcuran: Shake head a bit. Look for anyone in the room.
DMaster: Alyndri is walking over to you wearing her nearly see thru light gown, golden accents and almost gliding. The Priestess glances at you with a loving thoughtful look. She seems to be glowing, like she always does in her temple. She softly lays her hand on your forehead and frowns a bit.
ALY: Still with fever I am afraid.
Vulcuran: Give her a look.
VUL: What is happening? Was I poisoned?
DMaster: She nods and gives you a look like she doesn’t know what to say.
ALY: It was, but…
She takes a deep sigh.
Vulcuran: VUL: Can’t you heal poison or something? Is that…
DMaster: You go to continue and you stop with her putting her hand on your shoulder looking at the wound. She frowns again.
ALY: The poison was cursed.
Glancing you from the corner of her eye while still looking at the wound.
Vulcuran: Furry my brow.
VUL: Cursed? Is that possible?
DMaster: She nods and smiles softly.
ALY: Yes, cursed and yes, it is possible, I am looking at the proof right here. It is something we can’t heal.
Vulcuran: Eyes bulge.
VUL: Say what now? You can’t heal?!
DMaster: She shakes her head.
ALY: The curse is tied into…
She looks about the room, and leans in.
ALY:…Finster.
Vulcuran: I have heard the name before, but in passing and of old dusty tomes. Why would he curse it, and why can’t they heal me? Shake head and sigh.
DMaster: She gives you a pleadingly “sorry” look, nods her head and walks off. You lay there for another few hours, a servant or monk comes to give you some water and some bites of food that you can barely stomach.
Vulcuran: Just lie there, like I can do anything else.
DMaster: The pain doesn’t seem to be getting better, but it is not getting worse either. You fell asleep but awoke with the King’s face staring down at you.
JER: Anything to get out of your Duke duties I see
Saying with a bit of whip to it, giving you a once over. He stands in his royal outfit, hands behind his back and a tired look on his face.
Vulcuran: VUL: Yeah. But it backfired. I would like to be in a pub drinking and eating and dancing and…
Cough a little and smirk.
DMaster: He nods his head.
JER: We have our best trying to figure out a solution to this, here, mess. It is not getting any worse for now, but it is not getting better either.
Pointing at your wound.
JER: But clerics and monks can’t heal it, so we are looking for alternative solutions.
Vulcuran: Heal… heal. Wait, Victoria can heal!
VUL: M’Lord, may I ask that you bring Victoria, the woman from the Pirate raid, down to the temple where she might be able to do something.
DMaster: A scoff, chuckle comes from his mouth and he shakes his head.
Vulcuran: VUL: ahh, She still pissed at me, guess I can’t blame her.
DMaster: He gives you an odd look, adjusts his crown a bit and shakes his head.
JER: No, she is away. She took a bunch of her pirate people and went back to the cove to see if they can find the children and recover anything that was left. Once we figured this, curse thing, out we went straight for Plugr and he told us of her approved journey.
The king sighs looks at you from the side of his face.
JER: I, umm… approved it, a few days back.
Vulcuran: Fake a smile and turn a bit away.
VUL: That… well… that is to be expected. When it rains, it pours. No worries M’lord, you didn’t know this was going to happen.
DMaster: After a few more minutes of chatter, he leaves. Plugr comes in and visits for a short time, then Thorin. All trying to cheer you up. But you can feel the pain getting worse and you feel you are on fire right now. Alyndri walks over and puts you to sleep (not like that, just a light sleeping spell). You wake, and you feel horrible. Alyndri is talking with you and you can’t focus, don’t understand and pass out again.
Vulcuran: Great. Hoping I would die on a battlefield, instead I die from a poisoned dagger from some two bit shit stain trying to escape.
DMaster: You can remember Meadow coming in, worried look on her face, giving you kisses on the forehead and cheek. You think she was talking about her mother seeing you jumping from rooftops and driving men into the ground, or something of that caliber. It was all a bit of a blur. Finally wake up and you are half coherent. Feel very weak, burning up and the pain is almost normal now for you. Throbbing and constant, you just cough a bit from it. Alyndri walks over to you.
Vulcuran: Look about the room.
VUL: How long have I been… here?
DMaster: She smiles softly,
ALY: Going on 3 days now.
The King follows suit over to you and gives you a warm look, but a worried one.
JER: We have sent a few messenger sparrows out to the ship carrying Victoria, but have yet to hear word. It’s not easy for the birds to find a ship changing location… and…
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: It’s ok. I kind of like all the hallucinations I am getting, pretty intense.
Laugh.
DMaster: You cough and laugh. They look at you for a short time and the Priestess takes the King over to the far part of the giant chamber. Then a shorter woman in common clothes walks over. Her hair is a bit of a mess, freckles on her face.
Vulcuran: Smile and chuckle.
VUL: Jovie.
DMaster: JOV: Ark? Are you going to be ok?
She says in a playful tone, somewhat quiet so no one else can hear her not call him M’Lord.
Vulcuran: Laugh, probably cough a little.
VUL: So did we get all those little fuckers?
DMaster: Dips her head and giggles.
JOV: We did. You were right, shortly after you left Thorin cleared everyone out, and only left two guards in the building. Two more people showed up and we nabbed them. I honestly don’t think any of them got away.
Vulcuran: Smile big put out my hand.
VUL: You were instrumental in all of this, you know that right? You have now pigeon holed yourself as one of my “people,” Animax save you.
DMaster: Blushing a bit she nods, takes your hand and smiles wide.
JOV: Just get better M’Lord, if there is anything you need, let me know.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
DMaster: She heads off. You are staring up at the ceiling, feeling very light headed. A monk of sorts walks to you and removes a bandage from your shoulder and it hurts, a bit more than it already did.
Vulcuran: VUL: Ow. That hurt.
Wince a little.
DMaster: MONK: Don’t be such a baby.
Giggles a bit. The faint smell of a wonderful perfume hits you.
MONK: Yeah, I know what it is like to get a dagger to the shoulder…
The voice is very familiar and has some thick sarcasm running off it.
Vulcuran: Smile, giggle and start to chuckle. Mumble.
VUL: Cass. Son of a bitch.
DMaster: CASS: Shush. I need to heal you without people fussing. You know how hard it was for me to get in, I had to wait forever and…
She looks over and you can now see her pouty lips, beaming blue eyes, blonde hair tucked into the hood. You can smell her perfume and feel her soft touch. The pain almost goes away without her healing you yet. It’s like time stood still.
Vulcuran: VUL: Wait, am I in Summer Isles? I am sweating, really hot and… you. My beautiful (cough) blonde… blue eyes…
Give her a look.
DMaster: The events have caught up with you and it is overwhelming. A tear starts down your cheek and you can’t stop it. She sees it and her eyes bulge. Then Cassie gives you a loving look and a smile. Shaking her head, probably enjoying the moment, then takes a deep breath.
CASS: I know this will be tough for you, but don’t say a word… and quit squirming.
She puts her hand on your wound, it is cool to the touch. Then a warm sensation engulfs the top part of your body. She grimaces, and quietly coughs. She seems to be in some discomfort.
Vulcuran: VUL: I am either dead and you are from heaven or I am in the best dream of my life….
Saying it softly, giving her a look and a loving smile.
DMaster: Your eyes meet and she is taken back by your words, tears and aggressively loving demeanor. She runs her hand along your face, wipes a tear, and smiles.
CASS: Sleep now, you’ll be fine when you wake up.
Leaning over, she gives you a kiss on the forehead.
Vulcuran: VUL: Cass?
DMaster: She stops for a moment looking at you.
Vulcuran: VUL: Don’t go.
DMaster: The Assassin smirks and chuckle.
CASS: I can’t hang around here, Dukey. I have to get…
Vulcuran: Grab her hand.
VUL: No. I meant, the city. Don’t, get the fuck out of my City.
DMaster: You feel yourself slipping into sleep. She has wider eyes and a big smile washes over her face… it is the last thing you see before you pass out.
Mondalay (Monday) 5:00 AM
Vulcuran has been in and out of consciousness for 3 days, Wedmak PM to Starday PM with the poison. Was healed by Cassie in the afternoon-evening and now has awoken being fully healed.
DMaster: You are being shaken awake. Opening your eyes, you look to the side and there stands Alyndri, raised eyebrow, almost an angry look with her arms crossed.
ALY: Care to indulge me on your miraculous recovery?
Vulcuran: Smile, chuckle and shake my head.
VUL: No. Actually I do not.
DMaster: Surprised by your answer and with a very unusual anger in her voice.
ALY: Vulcuran. What is going on?
Her eyes wide staring at your now closed wound. It is tender to the touch still, but it has healed. It has a faint black spidery pattern around the wound.
Vulcuran: VUL: My Priestess, let me get my feet under me, speak to the King and then I will tell you, I promise. But for now just let me stretch my legs.
Get up and start to walk around.
DMaster: You do, you wobble at first but then you are moving around with little to no ill effects.
Vulcuran: Smile wide and turn to the Priestess.
DMaster: She has a resting bitch face staring at you, arms still crossed. It is unlike her to be like this, so you know you have her vexed.
Vulcuran: VUL: As I said, I will either come for a visit in the next day or two, or I will invite you to the Castle and tell you all.
DMaster: Her eyes turn to slits.
ALY: You know exactly what or who healed you, don’t you?
Vulcuran: Nod head, look innocent. Look at what I am wearing.
VUL: My gear, Priestess?
DMaster: Just some light burlap pants, nothing more. She points to a door off the main chamber.
ALY: Take a bath while you are in there, the waters are… blessed.
Giving you a raised eyebrow.
Vulcuran: Smirk again, and chuckle.
VUL: Want to make sure this “curse” is gone? I understand. Makes sense.
DMaster: As you walk for the door, you hear her
ALY: I expect to be informed about this as soon as possible, Vulcuran, Duke of Camerondale!
Vulcuran: Wide eyes walking into the room, she sounded like a mother scolding a child.
DMaster: The room you enter emanates a soft blue with a cool misty breeze. A sensation of calm washes over you. There is a pool of water, glowing blue and as you step into it, it is cold but you do not shiver. Taking your time you bathe. Your wound is a bit tender but there does not seem to be any ill effects of any curse, since you are in blessed water.
Vulcuran: Enjoy it, get out, dry off. Get in my under-clothes, carry my armor. Head out.
DMaster: You are walking out and again Alyndri is giving you the stink eye, if not a bit playful as of now.
Vulcuran: Walk to her, kiss her hand.
VUL: We will talk.
DMaster: She smiles and nods. You head back to the castle. It is about 7:00 am as you hear multiple criers all about the city waking people up. Heading into the castle, a few guards double take seeing you. Halfway through the entryway Thames is handing papers off to a Scribe and his eyes bulge.
THA: Uhh, Vulc? err, I mean M’Lord?
He says, stumbling over his words, looking about the entryway.
Vulcuran: Nod head, make sure I seem like it is just another day.
VUL: Thames, Morning.
Keep walking.
DMaster: He stands there, weird look on his face as you pass him by.
Vulcuran: Head to the Throne room, to see if anyone is there yet.
DMaster: The King is at the large table, rummaging through parchments and scrolls. Next to him is Vatikus, softly speaking with him. They both glance over and double take seeing you walk in.
Vulcuran: VUL: Morning M’Lord. Vatikus. Getting our court session organized for this morning?
Keep walking to them, smile on my face.
DMaster: Vatikus meekly looks up to the king.
VAT: M’Lord, I thought you said he was…
Interrupting him, confused look on his face
JER: He was. Or at least that is the last I heard…
The King walks to you giving you a raised eyebrow surprised look.
Vulcuran: Give him a slight bow.
VUL: I should be ready for the council meeting as well.
DMaster: Glancing back to the scribe, with a somewhat angry tone,
JER: Leave us.
Then turns back, staring at you. Vatikus is scrambling for some scrolls, and parchment – a few fall on the floor. Taking way too long.
JER: Get them later Vatikus, please, leave.
Embarrassed, the man heads out the door and closes it.
Vulcuran: Look about the room, back to the King.
VUL: M’Lord?
DMaster: Took a minute for him to speak, but when he did it was of utter confusion.
JER: No M’Lord, Bullshit Vulcuran. I am thrilled to see you walking around and, apparently, in good health. But seriously, you were not doing good just yesterday afternoon, serious high fever and the wound was manifesting.
Staring, burning a hole through you.
Vulcuran: Sigh and put my hands behind my back.
VUL: Well, I was hoping to make it through the morning before I…
DMaster: JER: Not going to happen
The King barbs back quickly and loudly.
Vulcuran: Look down.
VUL: Yesterday afternoon I got a visitor. A visitor who can heal without the aid of Animax.
Glance up at him.
DMaster: Getting more confused by the second he shakes his head,
JER: Victoria is not back yet… is she? Why was I not informed unless it wasn’t Victoria…
Giving you an even more confused look.
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: Jerry, it was Cassie, ok? She found her way into the temple and healed me.
Lift my head up, trying not to smile too wide thinking of that moment.
DMaster: His eyes bulge.
JER: Cassandra, the dynamic duo Cassie?
Shaking his head, thinking.
JER: What are you best friends now? Why on Legon would she want to heal you?
Then he snaps his head to you.
JER: Wait, she can heal too? She is a jane-of-all-trades apparently!
Vulcuran: Nod head, smirk a bit.
VUL: She knew I was in a bind and she helped. Honestly I can’t remember much, I was really out of it.
DMaster: He gives you a look, an almost “bullshit” look.
JER: Vulc, if there is something else…
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: What else can there be? I was high fevered, mortal wound, cursed on the temple altar for Animaxes sake. She showed up, healed me and off she went.
DMaster: He nods his head remembering how out of it you were.
JER: I don’t know what to think about this, I really don’t. I just have to know that you have your head about you with the duo… or more so, this Cassie. I know you and woman…
Vulcuran: Sigh and look down.
VUL: Yes, M’Lord.
Glance back up.
DMaster: He is giving you a “really” look and nods his head.
JER: Well, get going. Council meeting is in an hour, don’t be late.
Turning giving you another look that he is not satisfied with all the answers you gave.
Vulcuran: Head to my room and get ready for the day. Normal routine.
DMaster: You take a bath, shave, get your hair in order, dress and head to the Kitchens. The King is there stabbing his porridge with his spoon staring at a parchment in front of him.
Vulcuran: Wave a servant to get me my breakfast, sit with the King.
VUL: M’lord, I don’t know what that porridge did to you but…
say it with a snicker.
DMaster: He glances up, then looks at his bowl and smirks.
JER: Sorry, yes. I am up to my eyeballs in this merger with Del Rosa. It is a wonderfully run land with a “Prince” who has no problem becoming a Baron.
You are served porridge, toast and bean water.
Vulcuran: Break bread, dip it in the porridge, glance up.
VUL: Sounds actually nice.
DMaster: He nods with a chuckle.
JER: It is, it is but we will be taking on over 75,000 more citizens and hundreds of hundreds of square miles leading to the border with Weston Gate. That is alot to deal with.
Sighing loudly he listlessly spoons in some food, still looking over the parchment.
Vulcuran: VUL: The Prince, or Baron will be running the lands, so I am not sure we need to be over-hauling anything. When I spoke with him, he wanted to be part of this Realm. He was looking forward to it, but I did not get the idea that he was just going to go lay on the beach of Summer Isle and sip tropical drinks all day.
Spoon in more food.
DMaster: He chuckles a bit and smiles.
JER: You are right, just a lot to do and take in. Oh! That reminds me, we have… (coughs) hired a few people. It was when you were gone, and they are starting today.
Gives you a half hearted smile.
Vulcuran: Confused, give him that kind of look.
VUL: Alright, that sounds good. We could use the help… but why the half hearted smile?
DMaster: The King shrugs his shoulders.
JER: I wanted you to be part of the process of picking them out, but timing wasn’t great. You will meet one today and the others later this week.
Vulcuran: Nod head and finish my food
VUL: ’tis ok M’Lord, I understand.
Smile and nod.
VUL: I have to meet with Alyndri sometime today, she was… well, none too pleased with my miraculous recovery.
DMaster: That made the king chuckle and push his bowl away too, then rolling up the parchment.
JER: She is angry because you are well?
Laughs a bit.
JER: Now, that, doesn’t sound like our Priestess.
Vulcuran: Lean back and smirk.
VUL: No I didn’t tell her how it happened, I wanted to talk with you first. So she did not like that in her Temple, someone else did her job for her.
DMaster: Nods his head and gives you a look.
JER: I appreciate that. But time is not on our side, Council meeting in ten!
He gets up and a scribe walks to him grabbing scrolls, parchments out of his hands and he is off.
Vulcuran: Get going, make sure I am not wearing any food, and head to the Council chambers.
DMaster: Walking in, everyone is there, talking with each other, servants with bean water, scribes with scrolls and parchments. A typical Mondalay meeting.
Vulcuran: Go to my chair, and sit. Wondering if I needed any paperwork or not.
DMaster: The room suddenly grows quiet, and everyone is just staring at you, as you walk.
Vulcuran: Check my hair, nose and clothes to see if I have anything hanging or a shit ticket stuck to my shoe.
DMaster: A few snickers in the room.
DAM: Uhh, Vulc. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to see you here, but not a day ago you were on your deathbed in the Temple..?
Putting his hands up in a curious gesture.
Vulcuran: Give him a look and shake my head, sit down.
DMaster: He glances over to the King who has an unsure look on his face. You notice someone else in the room, Carol was talking with her. Thames wife makes her way over to you before the meeting and is giving you a curious look.
CAR: I saw you 2 days ago and you couldn’t even put a sentence together… Now you are here looking better than ever.
Vulcuran: Snort a little and look up to her.
VUL: Hey, it happens.
DMaster: Giving a more curious look, raising her eyebrows she gets interrupted by Damon.
DAM: Call to order, everyone gets in your seats, and that means you too Countess.
Giving her a playful look. Carol smiles, shakes her head, walks to her seat but not before smacking her ass once. The room erupts in giggles and laughs.
DAM: I deserved that…
Blushing a bit, but putting the padded stone down hard on the table a few times to start the meeting.
Vulcuran: Snicker and get ready for the long boring meeting.
DMaster: DAM: Well, apparently our Duke has recovered from his battle wound.
Stops and thinks a moment then continues.
DAM: Care to fill us in on your recovery?
All eyes are on you.
Vulcuran: Look to the King. See how he reacts.
DMaster: Jeramiah takes a deep breath and nods. Damon saw this and looked back at you.
Vulcuran: VUL: It was Cassandra. She found her way in, healed me and took off.
Say it with bluntness in hopes we can just move on.
DMaster: The room all leans back with wide eyes, raised eyebrows.
THA: Wait, isn’t that part of that “dynamic duo?” She just waltz into the Temple and healed you?
After Thames said that it made everyone even more confused.
Vulcuran: VUL: Listen, I don’t have many answers. I was so out of it, I think I was trying to order roasted boar and mulled wine from the King thinking I was in Fycon brothers…
Say that, shaking my head.
DMaster: The room chuckles a bit
JER: Actually, I think that really happened.
He says with a smirk and giggle.
Vulcuran: VUL: Anyways, I remember her coming in, healing me and leaving. I passed out afterwards. I awoke to a very, well, perplexed High Priestess. Wound was healed. That’s it.
Looking around hoping that is the end of it.
DMaster: Damon is nodding his head, odd look on his face.
DAM: Alright, well, I guess she wasn’t all that bad, huh? I have more questions than answers, but I think we should let it be for now.
Looks about the room to nods and shoulder shrugs. Carol, burning a hole right through you though.
Vulcuran: Avoid Carol’s gaze and look at Damon.
DMaster: DAM: Next, I want to welcome our newest member of the council, Cadence Collymore. She will be our Treasurer, I will be relinquishing the role so I can pursue new and expanding responsibilities.
She stands up and waves a bit. An odd one with her hair color all over the place, maybe 5’5″ can’t weigh more than 110 pounds. A few tattoos can be seen as well. Her eyes sparkle and her skin is like smooth velvet from what you can see. A tight little body on her as well, keeps herself in shape.
CAS: Nice to meet everyone.
Vulcuran: Smile and nod.
DMaster: She goes to sit, but stops.
CAD: It is nice to see you doing well, Vulcuran.
She smiles, her eyes twinkle and bows slightly. The room all slowly looks over to you, watching you start to blush.
Vulcuran: Look around the room, flush a little and nod to her,
VUL: Thank you, and welcome to our dysfunctional little council.
Say with playfulness.
DMaster: Damon chuckles and gives you a playful hurt look.
Vulcuran: Good, let’s move past the Cassie stuff…