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The Venture to Brumeveil Isle - Forum Event - GMed by Murk the Jerk » June 22, 2018

  • By Crichton

    Woten would just nod since his idea of dropping the spell on the 3 of them was slain. He felt that, maybe the owner of this place, who watched over the island was rather still magically and probably would pierce through this, obfuscation of their true forms. Not wanting speak more than he had to due to his comical voice, the berserker just "hrmmmed" slowly which sounded more like air being let out of a balloon than anything else. So he would stand behind Emma and Naia and waited for one of them to knock.

  • By MurkTheJerk

    Though the manor was far smoother and well constructed compared to the other houses in the village, there were still plenty of footholds for Seti and Shamus to climb up to the second storey balcony. Once there, they found themselves in front of the balcony doors, which possessed what was.. probably the only glass inside of the entire village. Though there were curtains, they were drawn, giving both a clear view inside of the second floor of the building, while allowing the two to remain mostly unseen. When scouting earlier, Seti noted that there weren't many young, marriageable aged women in the village. He and Shamus found them, it seemed. In fact, it was a small harem of scantily clad women, who looked at least a little healthier than those in the village proper. Their clothing, though still nothing fashionable in a worldly sense, was still much nicer (and far more revealing) than that of the garments worn by the villagers. The room itself had some furniture, though most of it had seen better days. It seemed likely that most of these items were refinished pieces that were salvaged from some of the wrecks in the channel, many of which looked like they belonged in a captain's cabin.

    The women seemed to be sort of just... milling about, mingling with each other, though some were mingling far more... enthusiastically than others. And with less clothing than others, or.. none at all.

    The group below had.. far less excitement, for better or worse. Naia slammed the heavy knocker against the door, and there was... nothing. More nothing. Almost two minutes went by, and still nothing. A smaller wooden latch opened a tiny seeing panel on the door, revealing a pair of .... rather angry grey eyes. "What do you want?" A man's voice asked, though with the melodic undertones and the flowing lilt of a Shei accent, probably no more than middle aged at that - far too young to be the group's quarry.

  • By Crichton

    Seemed it was the odd voice of Woten that spoke first. "We've recently arrived to this island. We would like to speak with the master of the lands if at all possible." He said just getting the base information out there right away. He would leave it up to Emma and Naia how much more was shared and suspected Naia would likely share more. He figured with this quick statement things could get rolling for the others to step in and speak. There was also the proper way to introduce himself and the others and to be honest he wasn't sure exactly how to speak for the others but could at least get things going. "I am Woten Markom." he had no titles or names to add to his simple name.

  • By Kiyodai

    Seti tries to decide what to do next. Going in through the doors would almost certainly attract the attention of the women, even if they WERE "occupied." He looks over to Shamus thoughtfully. "...So, this is where he's taken all the girls. Classic Opressor..." He taps his head a few times. "...Hey. You're a warlock, right? Can you summon a bat or something? If we open the doors and let a bat or some other flying critter in, they'll probably go into a tizzy, and we can sneak through then." He snaps his fingers once. "...Or. We go inside, pretend like we're little kids. We already look the part. We say we dared each other to climb up the spooky house, but that we need to find our way back. They might just take us to where we need to go."

  • By Ryl

    Gave the person that answered the door a bright and winsome smile. Leaning on some of her Asyn-Shei charm to try and get through the door or at least have it opened. What looking like she did would do for that was a question. But short of doing a little twirl on her toes and placing her fingers on her dimples like some kind of magical girl using cuteness as power, she was as charming as she could be. While Naia had an awareness of the beauty of her mother and had been made aware of her own at times by the rare hopeful suitor, it wasn't something she evern weilded as a weapon, uncertain of it. An untapped resource for political negotiation as well.

    Smiling at the man in the wooden panel on the door and nodding eagerly at Woten's words. "I'm Naia and this is Emma. Our ship wrecked and we have come looking for assistance and information regarding some manner of leaving this island." none of it was was.. really untrue. They had had a shipwreck of sorts, the ship could be considered a floating wreck and there was the attack, they were intending to leave the island and the master of this place could expedite that by releasing his captives and helping with her quest to cleanse the sword. "We are all very weary and in need of a place to sleep." Putting a little haughtier in her tone "your hospitality would be most welcome."

  • By Hussam

    Shamus all but pressed his over-sized face on the glass surface of the doors as he peered inside. His face reddened at the sight of the females within, especially so at the more enthusiastic ones. He then noticed that Seti was talking to him.

    "Oh? Ah", crap, what was he saying? A... bat? "Oh, you mean Oscar", he then tipped his pointed hat and from within emerged his familiar. The little white bat's appearance seemed affected as well by Emma's spell, appearing with a large head that carried an adorable expression. It seemed impossible that the tiny wings could allow for flight, but of course they could.

    "He could try flapping real hard and noisy like, maybe?", he said as the two looked to each other and blinked, "I am sure he can give a try"

  • By Maere

    Emma had opted to play it safe and not start talking, knowing that without prior consideration on their lines, she and Naia would likely end up contradicting each other's words. Smiling and nodding to coincide with Naia's points, she only interjects once near the end: "If you let us in, we'll...bake you great, great cookies!"

    At the very same time though, Emma murmurs a telepathic message to Naia in spurts: "Naia, are you wearing anything someone really familiar with the Vyssian royal family might be able to identify?"

  • By MurkTheJerk

    The eyes staring from the door below narrowed a little, looking the three over with a skeptical eye. Then, the small seeing latch slammed shut.

    It... was a surprisingly long time before the door opened to admit them. Long enough that the man - a stony-faced half-shei, dressed in rough clothes not befitting a Lord's doorman - could have gone just about anywhere in the building and returned more than once over.

    "Lord Peyandor will receive you in his study. This way. Your pet must remain outside." The look on the man's face suggested that this was non-negotiable.

    The inside of the manor was.. apparently this island's version of decadent. At least, where it could, there was a touch of class. There were paintings on the walls - Emma could tell in passing that much of the materials used to make the paints, brushes, and canvas' were made of crude materials. That didn't keep the artwork from being good, however. There were landscapes of woodlands and swamps that could have only been Shalzaar, paintings of cities she couldn't recognize, at least one of Am-Rayn, another of the Misyn-Virana, and portraits of a number of regal looking Shei individuals. All in all, it was a remarkable collection, painted by a man who had a great deal of talent in the art.

    The heroes, shy Seti and Shamus, were led through to the study.. This room had a number of what appeared to be salvaged wooden chairs, atop a Tashrani rug that had suffered some degree of water damage, all set before a stone hearth that was unlit, peculiar this close to sunset in this part of the world. The strange half-shei did, at least, light a few of the mismatched lamps that sat in the room so that they might have illumination - this particular room of the manor had no windows. Books lined a few of the shelves in the room, on a variety of topics - from art, to diplomacy, to ancient history.

    "My Lord will be in to see you shortly. I am to go prepare tea. Remain in this room. It would be frowned upon if you were to wander."

    Above... Seti and Shamus only saw one thing change within the room. A half-shei in rough clothing entered, and said... something in muted tones to the women. Seti... felt like his ears should have been able to pick up what was said, even if this seemed mostly normal to Shamus. After the man spoke, the women seemed to settle down some, or in the case of the ones tending each other's gardens, entirely stop what they were doing, gathering up robes to cover themselves.

  • By Maere

    Unsurprisingly, the thing that catches Emma's interest the most is the paintings: all the more because of the crude materials used to achieve them. It's a good thing that Naia is the benefactor of the expedition, otherwise her whims might prompt a turn-heel just because their adversary is an fellow artist! Well...probably not, because the artist in question is forcing terrible fashion on his cattle. "Your Lord is...a marvelous artist! The canvases are steeped in detached melancholy, but I feel something regal and nostalgic...almost lonely about the imagery..." Particularly as they pass by paintings of Shalzaar, she would reach out a hand to gingerly touch them.

    Despite her blatant focus on the artwork though, that doesn't prevent her from telepathically bombarding Naia so they can cobble together an at least slightly cohesive plan of action:

    "...So, Naia. Assuming your great-great-great-great-great uncle is a lich or vampire, what are we going to do? Re-kill him with extreme prejudice, no diplomacy involved? Knock him around a bit until he surrenders, and agrees to release everyone and write a heartfelt apology to his niece? Threaten him to release everyone and write a heartfelt apology to his niece, or we'll send the Vyssian army here, and that if he hurts us they'll blow'em up, or…? Because, I can see this going a few ways...one, we kill him and the lady goes crazy and tries to kill us because we deprived her of the only thing keeping her focused, or she's thankful. Or we don't kill him, and she goes crazy and tries to kill us for siding with him…"

  • By Ryl

    Smiled at Rowan and patted his head gently "We will return, friend, perhaps you can amble about here and find something to interest you. Perhaps the children would enjoy petting you and feeding you fish."

    Once inside she pushed her shoulders back and considered her surroundings. What ere they getting into now? Turned her eyes on Emma, though she was taking time to clasp her hands behind her back (even if her arms were ridiculously short) and review the paintings. Really she had an academic interest in art, yet in the short origins of her life she'd been unable to form her own personal appreciation for art. But she could appreciate the lines and the brush strokes, the style and the skill in the same way that a person who has studied art for years in books could.

    Looking to Emma, her expression was pensive. “ I do not think any distant relation will persuade him to redemption. However.. I must allow him the chance to give himself to the cause of justice. He would face my father's court and if he is willing I will plead mercy for him.” it likely wouldn't do much more than a swift death. Though she glanced toward the door and shook her head ”If we are going to do this, no matter what he chooses, we will have to take him out of the equation somehow. I will not leave the people of this place to be used in this way.”

    Looking at the books, which brought her a great deal more enjoyment than the paintings, perusing them with obvious interest.

  • By Kiyodai

    "....Hmm. The others must have gotten to the door. They probably told them to settle down, although...I dunno why I couldn't hear it. My ears should be able to pick it up from this distance..." He then moves to gently nudge the door open, enough for the big-headed bat to be able to squeeze through. "...Go ahead and send Oscar in. We'll monitor their reaction. If they don't react at all...Have Oscar fly past them, and out into the remainder of the mansion. That way, you can look through his eyes and get an idea of what we're dealing with. If they're that worried about intruders, then that should draw at least SOME of them out, and we can get in that way. I'm guessing they're preparing for the "company" they're about to receive. If he doesn't get their attention at all...we wait until they leave the room to help receive the "company", and then head in after them.

    Rowan seemed as if he was about to lash out at the half-shei for having the audacity to call him a pet. A PET. Only a thrashing would be suitable justice for that level of shamef--however, the half shei is spared Rowan's "wrath" by Naia. Instead, the shoebill glowers witheringly at the half shei, and instead wanders off. As Seti was observing some particularly salacious women, Rowan decided to just...meander a ways off and watch through Seti's eyes.

    Seti gently opens the balcony doors, gesturing Shamus to send in the bat.