Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

Game Master Laithoron

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Laithoron wrote:
"We can dance if you want to..."

Hmmm... that sounds like a SONG.


Ravarath wrote:
Then Rath looks earnestly at Lureene, "I missed you."

Lureene looks at Rath-hun, a predatory look in her eyes, mixed with desire, compassion, and understanding, all at once! She approaches him slowly, and allows him to take her in his arm, while leading him back to the divans for a moment of privacy.

As the band starts up with another lively number, and while Alexis and Mal take center stage, she pulls him close, and whispers, "I missed you too, Rath-hun. I am glad you have a wonderful dance with Alis. She is quite talented, I think!" She shows no jealousy in her eyes or her words, knowing this is her Knight, and no one elses.


Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20
Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak wrote:
Laithoron wrote:
"We can dance if you want to..."
Hmmm... that sounds like a SONG.

SAFETY!!!


Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak wrote:

For FELMOR

Since Priyya is feeling a mite un-danced with, I'll roll Fel's dance-ability and leave the color commentary to Eric.

Dance (Dex) 1d20+4+2

Ok let me get something here, just so I don't feel guilty.

Felmor takes the still chuckling Priyya out on the dance floor, and, although he has never danced in a formal setting before, he thinks he will do just fine. It really is no different than dodging the crashing waves on a ship, during one of the great winter storms he was often stuck manning the helm. He learned quite a bit about dodging things during those times.

As the dance starts, he moves slowly, allowing Priyya to catch her breath, then he cuts loose, with a dazzling array of moves, mostly made up on the spot, but his natural agility served him well. Many times during the dance, Priyya feels herself pressed firmly against his body, and her breath catches in her throat.

Once the dance ends, Felmor leaves Priyya breathless, surprised, and more than slightly 'enchanted' judging by the eldritch light coming off her. She moves close to him as a new song begins and whispers in his ear.

His reply:

For Priyya:
:"Aye Me Desert Rose, 'n we are gonna continue this dance...later me thinks."followed by a suggestive wink, and a kiss on the inside of her palm.


Lureene Ourson wrote:
She pulls him close, and whispers, "I missed you too, Rath-hun. I am glad you had a wonderful dance with Alis. She is quite talented, I think!" She shows no jealousy in her eyes or her words, knowing this is her Knight, and no one elses.

Rath looks at her closely. Jealousy has been a trait he's noted in her before, so the change in attitude takes him by surprise. "Would you care to dance, Meri Devi? It would be privilege to dance with an angel... although sure you could have your choice of men here."

Dance 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

No AA bonus to Lureene. :(


Ravarath wrote:
Lureene Ourson wrote:
She pulls him close, and whispers, "I missed you too, Rath-hun. I am glad you had a wonderful dance with Alis. She is quite talented, I think!" She shows no jealousy in her eyes or her words, knowing this is her Knight, and no one elses.

Rath looks at her closely. Jealousy has been a trait he's noted in her before, so the change in attitude takes him by surprise. "Would you care to dance, Meri Devi? It would be privilege to dance with an angel... although sure you could have your choice of men here."

Dance 1d20+2

No AA bonus to Lureene. :(

Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Lureene sees Rath studying her, and with a flash of insight, is wondering at her reaction. She whispers to him, "Rath-Hun, if you are worried about me being jealous, don’t be. You told me once love is like a butterfly, and if you squeeze it too hard, love will die. I won’t do that to you, ever, Rath-hun, I am always going to love you, you have done so much for me, you could run off with any other woman, when you reach Wildemar, and it would not matter, I will still love you, always!”

She leads him out to the dance floor, and says, ”Let’s dance!”

Perform Dance 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16


Rath dances as best he can - which isn't great - and slow dancing with Lureene provides too many distraction for him to fully concentrate on the 'dancing' part.

He spends a good deal of time thinking on what Lureene said. Rath decides to talk with her a bit about it later, when they are alone. For the moment, he enjoys the multi-sensory pleasure that is the winged woman he has fallen for.


Priyya raises an amused eyebrow at the glint of determination in Felmor's eyes and the clear declaration of how their evening will end. She dips her head and curtsies to him:

Felmor:
In an uncharacteristic act of pliancy, with no hint of irony, she says, "It will be as My Lord wishes. Tonight, I am yours to command, beloved."


Mal remembers uncomfortably for a few seconds why he avoided situations like this, seemingly hundreds of pairs of angry and jealous eyes locked on the embracing forms of himself and Alexis. As the music begins, his first few steps are clumsy and awkward, his brooding countenance beginning to reform. The beautiful princess's gentle and guiding words seem to melt his apprehension, and her delicate body guides his smoothly across the floor - while somehow making him seem to be leading. In this moment, Mal experiences something he'd long-since given up on. In his wild element, Mal was alway proud of his level of mastery and capability, but in this moment, with the room's most beautiful woman looking so small in his arms, he felt completely at-ease and self-assured as they made their graceful turns across the lit dance-floor.

The dance lasts a heartbeat and a lifetime, and he's surprised when she disengages from his arms, a mysterious smile playing across her red lips. Mal barely has the presence of mind to stammer something - he can't quite remember what - and dip into an assuredly ungainly bow before offering to lead her from the floor. Truly an impressive creature, Mals mind registers as he takes one last deep draw of her scent into his nose - storing this moment in it's entirety in his memory.


Ravarath wrote:
"Thank you Rajkumari for making me look like I know how to dance. If 'Princess job' falls through, you could have career as dance instructor. Make good money I think."

The crowd in the room applaud what was quite the memorable performance by Rath and Alis. The princess curtsies to the crowd and says to her dance partner, "Why thank you Rath, you were quite good yourself for someone who thinks they don't know how to dance!"

Seeing how flushed Priyya is and the fire in Felmor's eyes, she smiles please to see that they are enjoying themselves.

Alis is given pause when Lureene enters the chamber along with Alexis and... Mal walking arm-in-arm. When Alexis calls out for a slow dance, Alis shakes her head and comments, "And they says that I'm the one who is full of surprises. Hope you have some energy left for Lureene." With a wink and a smile, Alis retires to her divan next to the countess to enjoy the show.


While Rath and Lureene's dance isn't nearly as flashy, the closeness and tenderness they exhibit leaves no doubt as to where the monk's passions lie. Still, with Alexis now wearing red, and being joined by a surprisingly graceful giant, there's no question as to where the focus of the crowd's attention is.

"Alis, I knew that you could dance like an angel, but I had no idea that Alexis was as skilled as she is. I shall indeed miss the two going off on your grand adventures as you are..." Corrina gives a wistful smile and says, "My big sister would be so proud to see what fine ladies you have both become. I know you are disappointed that the expedition you hoped to undertake for The Academy has instead been superseded by a diplomatic mission to stabilize Dafar."

"However," her deep blue eyes meet the indigo gaze of her niece, "any chance to win not only peace but such an important colonial foothold will bring with it great prestige and influence. King Aramandil II must hold your ambassadorial skills in high regard to trust you with such an important task."

Alis sighs softly and the two continue to watch the various couple glide across the polished marble floor. After a moment, Corrina places her hand over Alis' and says, "Besides, as enterprising as you are, I suspect that you shall find adventure no matter where life takes you. Remember, be just and fear not."

The countess gives her niece's hand a squeeze and rises just as the current waltz concludes. She begins a round of applause for the young princess and her towering dance partner. Once the applause subsides, she addresses the gathered crowd.

"My Lords and Ladies, not only has our court been joined by some fine new dancers this evening, but our noble ranks have been increased as well. It is my honor to present to you a man who has distinguished himself in service to both Clan Rowan and to our neighbors in Ilmarond. Possessed of both a strong sword arm, bravery, selflessness, and great skill at the helm. He is also quite the fine dancer as you have just seen. This is a man who now bears the enviable position of being both a Knight of Ilmarond and a Captain of Estoria. A man who saved the lives of the Princesses Alechsularis and Alissariel, and who shall be captaining the flagship of the fleet of cutters we shall build as my dear niece, Alexis, founds for us a new colony in distant Wildethar."

"My friends, please welcome Sir Felmor Traker to our ranks..."


A round of applause fills the chamber and all eyes turn to Felmor. From up on the raised section where Alis and Corrina were seated, he hears a familiar voice call out, "Speech! Speech!"


Priyya whispers to Felmor, "I think you'll have to say something, Knight-Captain. Be dashing." She squeezes his hand and separates from him along with the rest of the crowd.


Felmor knew this was going to happen. He would be called out in front of everyoneand then he would lose all sense of himself and made a fool of himself. Surprisingly, though, he did not care. He knew who he was now, and the opinions of those people he had never met before mattered little to him, only those of his friends.

He looks across the multitudes of people and then calls out in a strong voice, ”Thank you, Countess fer this honor ye has bestowed upon me. I am glad ta know my dancing skills are so highly prized by the Countess ‘ere.” Once the laughter has died down, he resumes, I really am not for long winded speeches, seeing as how when yer sailin’ a ship, ya really don’t have time fer long winded words. Let me just say this though, I consider this an honor and a privilege ta join your ranks, and I look forward to helping Princess Alechsularis with captaining her fleet, as we build a new future for Estoria”

He then tips his hat towards the Countess, and the Princesses, before sitting back down next to Priyya.


Priyya rests a comforting hand on Felmor's knee. "Well, you definitely were brief, nautical, and sincere. Those are good things." She gives him a smile.

"I think you may want to stand up again, though. It looks like well-wishers are coming to congratulate you. I'll be back soon." Priyya rises and heads to the ladies room. Once there, she checks her makeup as best she can... which is to say, she sees if anything is running. It isn't. Good! Because I have no idea how to fix it.

She takes a few minutes to calm down. Dancing closely with the handsome Captain, in opulent surroundings, without her headdress, hair free to the world, dressed provocatively, being called a 'Goddess', and without Surya-ka-Vahaak hovering over her shoulder... it's all a bit much. Priyya feels sensuous, liberated, and intensely libidinous and it is showing in her glow. A couple of times while dancing she almost felt like she might burst into the ghostly white flames that only appear in the throes of her passions. And that might make as much of a scene as their little dramatic theatre did earlier. Priyya stares at herself in the mirror and wills herself to calmness using her long years of mental discipline.

Will Save 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Her glow noticeably fades. Priyya lets go of a relieved sigh. She still feels amorous but the fire is banked for the moment. Is this what it feels like to be Lureene - a fire always on the brink of combusting? Priyya tables the thought. When I know her well enough, I may ask.

She takes one last look at herself in the mirror, shaking her head to watch the flow of her hair. It gives her an odd thrill to be able to display it and do so in front of so many men... The banked fire starts to grow again and Priyya quickly smothers it. When did I become so wanton? She chastises herself and leaves the ladies room without a second glance at the mirror.

On her way back to the main hall, she checks to make sure her scimitar is still resting safely beneath the divan. Good. As she returns to the central locus of the celebration, Priyya looks around to see where everyone is. She half expects to see Felmor mobbed with women desiring a dance or an introduction. The thought makes her smile.

She sees the tall Corporal, which brings certain questions to mind. To satisfy her curiosity, she approaches Alis and the Countess, curtsies low to both with a deep nod, as is the Xerakai way, and sits down. "My Lady, you have a beautiful home. I don't think I've ever seen a place half so lovely. Thank you for having me."

To Alis, she indicates Mal with a nod of her head, and says quite a bit less formally, "Princess, what is the story with excessively tall, dark, and brooding over there? He's been watching you quite a lot."


After Felmor's quite suitable speech, the Countess calls Alexis to her side and addresses the crowd again this time expounding on how proud she is of Alexis. "Let us toast to Alexis' safety, the success of our new colony, and the renewed power and prosperity that shall benefit our ancient and proud state!"

Not to be forgotten, she raises a second toast to Alis and her companions, "Let us also wish Alis and her fine and attractive companions success in their endeavors to sew the seeds of peace and colonial prosperity in distant Dafar. May our noble allies in Ilmarond flourish alongside us!"

Following the toasts, there is a general mingling of the crowd as everyone who is anyone seeks to make the acquaintance of the up-and-coming young power players joining in the colonial expeditions to Wildethar and Dafar. Even though Priyya is able to escape briefly, it's only by engaging the Countess and Alis in conversation that she is able to gain some space.

Priyya wrote:
"My Lady, you have a beautiful home. I don't think I've ever seen a place half so lovely. Thank you for having me."

Countess Rowan smiles graciously at Priyya's compliments. "Why thank you, my dear. If nothing else, this is a comfortable home even if simpler in design than my niece's estate in Silverwake. You are more than welcome to visit me here whenever Alíta's work sees you in Estoria."


Countess Corrina Rowan wrote:
Even though Priyya is able to escape briefly, it's only by engaging the Countess and Alis in conversation that she is able to gain some space.

W00T! Crit'd my Diplo-Stealth roll! :)


Doing a leetle fast-forwarding here...

After hearing Mal's role in their upcoming adventure, Priyya realises that if fighting starts, she and the tall Corporal will be relying heavily on each other. Best to get comfortable with each other now.

Like the subtle diplomat and demure maiden she is... Priyya makes a beeline for the tall Corporal, slicing through the crowd. She politely passes through the well-wishers, thanking them kindly, and liberally handing out compliments on attire, hair styles, titles, or anything else they seem to find important. But she never halts her forward progress, driving towards Mal. She briefly wishes she had her scimitar in hand to help clear a path.

Priyya debates picking up Felmor on the way, but as the man most in the spotlight, he is besieged by nobles. She catches his eye with a grim smile as if to say, You're on your own, beloved. Thankfully, the tall Corporal is not so inundated. His fierce countenance and predatory air keeps well-wishers several feet from him. He is a calm rock amid the tempest of nobility.

To his credit, he sees the little 5'4" projectile coming for him from a long way off. Her wide amber rarely leave her target. Priyya is clearly on a mission. Mal waits resolute, amused, and implacable.

Priyya bursts through the invisible cordon that surrounds the dauntingly tall Corporal and takes a breath of free air. Whatever the rules at court are, this isn't a time to curtsy. They regard each other from 4' away. Priyya starts at his feet and lets her gaze travel up... and up... and up... and UP. "Gods! You are a LONG drink of water." She shakes her head, smiles, and steps toward him extending an arm in the manner of men. "Priyya."


Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20
Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak wrote:
Doing a leetle fast-forwarding here...

You catch on quickly. ;)


Mal stands leaning against a pillar fighting off the sense of boredom that threatens to tip his mind into a coma. Though to be honest, as far as high-society goes, this gathering has had its moments

Priyya wrote:
Priyya bursts through the invisible cordon that surrounds the dauntingly tall Corporal and takes a breath of free air. They regard each other from 4' away.

Mal regards the tiny woman with a seemingly impassive stance, but his green eyes focus on her with intense focus. As she steps into Mal's little island of calm, her unique scent accompanies her and draws his curiosity. Mal steps from the pillar and up to her, violating her personal space in order to draw her scent fully into his nose, looming over the small woman wordlessly. She doesn't back down or shy from me… interesting. His nose registers… Warm. Lavendar. Incense? It is a strange, subtle, and exotic aroma, but with an undertone of… hardness. Steel wrapped in liquid silk.

Priyya wrote:
"Gods! You are a LONG drink of water." She shakes her head, smiles, and steps toward him extending an arm in the manner of men. "Priyya."

Mal smiles at the candid introduction, appreciating the bluntness. Extending his own hand in return to grip hers, his clawed hand peeks from his long sleeves for the first time tonight. "Mal." Another full intake of breath punctuates his name, and he patiently regards you from mere inches away with a searching air. "Pleasant to meet you, Priyya."


Perception 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

Priyya smiles at the purposeful violation of her space. Confident, this one... and trying to make a point. She stands her ground looking up as he looms over her, green cat eyes meeting wide almond ones. Her hair falling back as she looks almost straight up. Her acute perceptions pick up the twitch of his nose and the change in his breathing - deeper inhalation than exhalation. Is he... smelling me? He is!

"If you want to really know my scent, Mal, you're probably going to want to get a little closer. Sorry about all this shi... 'makeup' I'm wearing. It's not normal for me. But it ends at my neck and very little is on my arms. Pick one." She tilts her head to the side, offering her long neck and bare shoulder to him as well as an upturned wrist. Her eyes regard him with interest. Which will he choose?

Upon shaking hands, her grip clamps down gauging her strength against his STR:16. His claws touch her skin. He is clearly stronger by far, but she isn't weak. He notes that her arms which merely looked well-toned when at rest all of a sudden display corded, sinewy muscles when she brings her grip to bear. She lightens her grip, reducing it to a handclasp. With her other hand she pushes up his sleeve slightly to satisfy her curiosity. She looks at his claws briefly then smooths his sleeves out over them and releases his hand. "You are an interesting man, Mal."


Mal forces his hand to calmness when she reveals his clawed hands, one of the physical ways in which he has always been marked an outsider. In an effort to mask his reaction he returns her squeeze in kind, exerting the same amount of pressure she does on him. Bluff to cover his insecurity about his hand 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16.

If she's gonna offer… Mal relinquishes her right hand, knowing from its softness as well as from memory of earlier this night that it is not her dominant one, and deftly grabs her left before she can react, feeling the rough, raised callouses from long hours of working her metal art on her palm. Trying to mask his actions as a courtly bow, he raises her hand to his nose and breathes deeply. Under the scent of soft perfume and soap he can pick out the lingering aromas of leather and steel, re-emphasizing his impression of her. In one smooth motion, he draws in one long, slow breath as he moves his nose up her arm, over her bare shoulder to the base of her neck, where he lingers briefly. As she indicated, the artificial scents of society are nearly absent here, baring to him those that are purely her own. Arid warmth tinged with the soft undertones of lavendar mix with the faint smell of feminine sweat, and he is once again presented with the foundation he can only label as 'hard'.

As he straightens back up, he inwardly remarks on how similar this dance he and Priyya do is to the one with Alexis, and yet so entirely different - the initial contact between predators of different worlds. "You are of the desert. And as delicate as this hand would seem, it is far more accustomed to wielding your curved blade than any courtly device. You also abstain from the use of armor, whether leather or metal." He takes a half-step back, hoping to complete the illusion of a courtly introduction, ".. and I'm guessing I'm not the first man to note how… interesting you are as well." His green eyes cut over to Knight-Captain Traker to emphasize the point.

"You arrived with the Princesses. When they split, will you go with one or are you on your own?"


Mal wrote:
Mal relinquishes her right hand... and deftly grabs her left before she can react.

An involuntary flinch reveals that Priyya nearly jumped out of her skin when he switches between her hands. Gods! He is so fast! She laughs at herself silently as she mentally stills her suddenly hammering heart. That's a scary thing to see in a 7' predator six inches in front of you... but conversely it is a comfort when that same predator is looking out for you.

Mal wrote:

"You are of the desert. And as delicate as this hand would seem, it is far more accustomed to wielding your curved blade than any courtly device. You also abstain from the use of armor, whether leather or metal."

".. and I'm guessing I'm not the first man to note how interesting you are as well." His green eyes cut over to Knight-Captain Traker to emphasize the point.

She nods, acknowledging the truth of his words. "I am Surya-ka-Vahaak, Lightbringer, Evil Slayer, Warrior-Priestess of Alita... and this is the first noble court I have ever entered." Priyya blushes at his second observation but it is entirely at the thought of the man indicated, not the implication of Mal's statement. "Mal, you are a diplomat, as well, I see." She looks him in the eye, saying with pride, "Captain Traker shares my bed and I am pleased his scent is all over me."

Mal wrote:
"You arrived with the Princesses. When they split, will you go with one or are you on your own?"

"Until Alita tells me otherwise, I walk with Alis... which is why I sought you out. It seems we will travel and fight together."

Mal wrote:
Bluff to cover his insecurity about his hand (18) - 2 = 16

Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Spotting the chink in his armor she had inadvertantly pierced, Priyya gives Mal a sympathetic look. "You should have looked at my right hand more closely, Mal." She holds up her palm for his inspection, showing him the scar that takes up her entire palm. "This marked me as different from birth."

She catches his eye then places her scarred palm on his chest and gently pushes him back until they are in the shadow of the pillar. The eldritch glow about her body becomes more evident. Priyya willingly drops her control and thinks of her last evening with Felmor. The eldritch light about her grows far brighter and Mal sees what appear to be small ghostly flames running across her body. There is a muted gasp from some court lady paying far too much attention to their quiet interaction. Priyya quickly reasserts her emotional barriers and the glow fades into dullness. "These are the marks of difference, I bear. That gasp wasn't the first or the hundredth I've heard... and my name has been erased from the scrolls of my family." She clasps his hands for a moment, to emphasize her point. "Our curses are sometimes gifts as well - try to bear them with pride."


After her dance with Rath-hun, Lureene soon finds herself accosted by practically everyone else in attendance that is not greeting either Alexis or Sir Knight-Captain Felmor, or it seemed like to her anyway. She offers quiet meaningless platitudes to the many noblemen (and quite a few noble ladies) who show a desire in their eyes, masked with curiosity and fascination at her angelic wings. They do not realize her wings usually have a more infernal appearance, thankfully. Rath-hun stays by her side, saying little, but subtly encouraging the overeager young peacocks strutting their feathers (or that is how Rath-hun would state it later, when they were alone) to move along and not linger too much. She puts up with this for as long as she can, for the sake of Alexis, not wanting to cause any scenes, but finally she pleads fatigue and moves to sit away from the crowds of flocking admirers, and back to where the Countess rests, watching the interplay of the various guests.


Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20

While shindigs such as this never really have any set end time, it is generally considered polite for those who are leaving to retire before midnight while Brightpool still lights the way home.

Even so, within about 2 hours of the evening's climactic dances and the toasts to Estoria's newest nobleman and newest colonial efforts, most everyone who hasn't enjoyed too much of the Countess' wine has already taken their leave. Those who haven't are either personal guests such as yourselves or those who pushed their limits and shall be prevailing upon Corrina's kindness to rest in one of her estate's many guest rooms for the night.

Lord Laithoron is somehow still standing by the evening's end while Hannah has become quite silly laughing at anything that could even remotely be considered an innuendo (and a good many things that couldn't).

"It has been a joy to talk with you again my philosophical friend," he says to Rath. "I spoke with that young fellow Elorin here a bit earlier, but I have the feeling he's a bit more concerned about where he sheathes his sword at night than anything else. While you may not be her official body guard, do please look after dear sweet Alechsularis while you are gone. Oh and feel free to give that Brycen fellow a few good lumps if you have the chance. Bastard cheats at poker like it's that shrew wife of his!"

He speaks privately in Aquan and dwarven with the twin princesses, the countess, Miss Nell, and Morgaard for some time. While you do not know exactly what was said, Alexis and Corrina seem to appreciate both his words and when he kisses the back of their hands. Miss Nell blushes at one point, and Morgaard gives a hearty laugh. Alis however, seems almost upset at the parting until when Laithoron goes to kiss her hand and she instead steps forward to give him a big hug instead.

The two remain embraced for sometime and you can see a hint of resignation on Hannah's face. She does not complain instead kissing Alis on the cheek and giving her a tight hug before following Lord Aernelóth out. As they go, you see the tall elf remove his jacket and place it about the girl's shoulders against the cool of this spring evening.

Sense Motive DC 10:
You get the feeling that Laithoron is more than just a tailor to Alis.

Sense Motive DC 15:
Alexis is the only other person with whom you've seen Alis behave so intimately.

Sense Motive DC 20:
It was certainly much more intense than how she hugs her uncle Morgaard. In fact, you think you detected a hint of jealousy or perhaps even envy from Hannah.


Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Lureene watches the party wind down, and notes the display between Alis and Laithoron and as they depart, she feels a sense of wonder, knowing certainly love can strike in many different ways. She was certainly proof of that! She snuggles against Rath-hun for a few moments longer, feeling the time to retire to their suite is fast approaching, she approaches the Countess Corrina, and the Princess Alexis. she cursteys again, and says, "I wanted to thank you again for hosting me, I had a wonderful time, but now I believe it is time to retire for the evening." she glances at Rath-hun, and then to Alexis, "I shall be ready to accompany you on your shopping expedition, and I am sure Rath-hun will not mind traveling with us as well."

She then awaits for the butler to escort Rath-un and herself to their guest quarters.


"I'm glad that you enjoyed the party. Thank you for coming and helping Alexis to celebrate. I'm sure the two of you will have a great deal to talk about in a few years when she gets back. In the meantime, enjoy your shopping expedition in the morning. James, please show Ms. Ourson and Ravarath to their room."


Felmor is finally able to break away from the last of the noble party goers, and gives a sigh of relief, Ach, I thought they’d neveah leave me alone! He knew he would be the center of attention, but by the gods he lost track of how many hands he shook and how many palms he ended up kissing. It also seemed all of the ladies who gazed at him with the look not unlike sharks smelling fresh blood, had forgotten about his dance with his Desert Rose. In fact, there she was sitting and chatting quietly with Corporal Malandraenas., along with the Princesses, Lureene, and Ravarath.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

He notes the interplay between Laithoron and Princess Alis, but really is too tired to care. Mebbe another time. He only has eyes for his Desert Rose. He approaches Priyya, and exclaims, ”I be wonderin’ if’n those shar…ehhh…those nobles would eveah leave me alone. Still I be glad ta see you had a good time, Priyya."

He nods at Malandraenas, and says, ”Thanks fer keepin’ ‘er company, Corporal, ‘tis greatly appreciated.” He tips his hat to the tall predator, as a show of respect.


Sense Motive 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Rath, in an uncharacteristic display of affection, hugs Laithoron goodbye. "Hope to see you again in his life, but if not, then the next one, my friend. Irori guide your path. I will keep both eyes on Alexis and her hm bodyguard."

Having used up his sum of words for the day, he merely bows one last time and goes to stand by Lureene and is eventually led away by James.


Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Priyya observes and chooses to studiously un-observe the moment between Alis and Laithoron. Another piece clicks into place in the puzzle that is Alis Kirmoon.

She latches onto Felmor's arm and smiles up at him, delighted that he has finally managed to extricate himself from his hangers-on. She listens to his polite greeting for Mal and adds "My manners! I'm sorry, I should have introduced you. Felmor, this is Mal. Mal, this is Fel."


Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20
Ravarath wrote:
Irori guide your path. I will keep both eyes on Alexis and her hm bodyguard."[/b]

"Many thanks, my friend."

As the tall elf and the human girl leave, you hear Hannah ask, "Who's Irori?"


Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak wrote:
She latches onto Felmor's arm and smiles up at him, delighted that he has finally managed to extricate himself from his hangers-on. She listens to his polite greeting for Mal and adds "My manners! I'm sorry, I should have introduced you. Felmor, this is Mal. Mal, this is Fel."

Felmor gazes up at him, and his warrior senses noted his coiled readiness for action, even at this late hour. This one be a warrior in th' tuest sense of the word. He does not respond right away, as even though a noblman technically, ranks mattered little in affairs of war. Instead he gazes up at the unblinking green eyes for moment, as equals, before he lowers his gaze slightly, breaking eye contact thus showing his respect for the Scainor's martial prowess. "Mal, ye certainly danced beautifully out thar wit' th' Princess 'Lexis. Ye was quite th'talk of all th' nobles, he he." He notes with amusement Priyya has already gone through the measuring process, judging by her familiarity with him.


Rath doesn't know exactly what he was expecting in a 'guest room' but this one room 'house' is clearly much too large for two people. He turns to ask James about it but the butler has already vanished. Since his meager belongings are here - he shrugs. This must be the right room.

He turns to Lureene. "How you are feeling, Meri Devi?"

Just to keep the main thread flowing and on-track, any sideline 'couples' stuff will appear here: Couples


Sense Motive on Laith's roll earlier 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17.... full post coming later. Hey, Priyya, I think we're getting the 'wrap it up' signal from Laith. :D


Priyya wrote:
"I am Surya-ka-Vahaak, Lightbringer, Evil Slayer, Warrior-Priestess of Alita... and this is the first noble court I have ever entered."

Mal bows his head again at the introduction of her full title, a bow that shows an authentic respect for the responsibility and mission she carries, and as his eyes meet hers again there are acid in his words, "Well, here's to hoping it's your last court event, eh?." Even the most imperceptible person can see that the words are meant not as a slight to Priyya, but simply reveal a level of disgust that goes far beyond simple social discomfort - Mal seems to carry some type of personal pain in regards to their current surroundings, a pain he obviously does not care to cover.

Mal allows himself to be ushered into the shadow, disarmed by the direct authenticity of this woman. Plus, he inwardly chuckles, I'm guessing if she meant me harm, I'd be in pain already. His eyes - catching the scant light far better than any human's - widen in surprise when he realizes her almond-colored eyes are similarly un-hindered. Simultaneously he marvels at the way she moves, a hunting leopard in its economy of motion - no effort wasted, simply efficiently-used and conserved power from her lithe muscles.

He watches in astonishment as her exposed skin seems to glow from within, then seemingly comes alive with ghostly fire, and it takes some self-control not to step back. For every marked difference between us… a surprising similarity. She stands separated from those around her by what she is, yet finds confidence and purpose in that very alienating nature. No wonder Little Sister singled her out. The gasp of the intruding party-goer is answered by a low rumble of a snarl from Mal's throat, and he watches her pale to the color of snow and nearly knock over another woman in her effort to escape. "I've no shame for what I am, Priyya, but childhood scars - received when I was not so confident - are slow to fade. But this is a conversation we can continue at another time. A time - I'm happy to learn - we'll have as we hunt together. I'm eager to see you in your element, and share the trail with you."

From the corner of his eye, Mal catches the interplay between the elven lord and Alis, filing the interesting relationship development for later scrutiny. Then his nose alerts him to the smells of the sea, and Mal sees the celebrated Knight-Captain seconds before the man can enter he and Priyya's conversation. Despite his decadent attire, I can sense a capability to this man. Do not treat this one lightly, either.

Once introductions are made, Mal returns Traker's gaze and nods. "Alexis is the graceful one. I was just lucky to have the first dance at all." A flat stare around the room speaks volumes about what he thinks about being the 'talk of the nobles'.

"It has truly been a pleasure to meet you," Mal says generally, his lip turning up in a smile. But his eyes lock one last time with Priyya's, revealing the true subject of his comment. "Things look to be winding down, though. I'm sure Alis would like us availble for any last-minute conversations." He spreads one arm before the two lovers, offering to let them lead him across the room, "I'm right behind you."


With most of the guests either gone or gone-to-bed, Countess Rowan bids you all good night before retiring for the evening. "I have little doubt that this was exhausting for most of you. Thank you for indulging the curiosity and attention of the other nobles, I appreciate your patience."

"Please, consider this estate your home while you yet remain in Caen Carrinac. If any of you need to return to the city proper, I have instructed my Major Domo, James, to grant you passes so that the gate guards will readmit you. You will find that there is ample space on the grounds for practicing weaponplays, practicing your spellcraft, or even gaining some privacy. Good night, my friends."


Alexis and Alis, still wearing each others clothes, approach the rest of you.

Bluff 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Sense Motive DC 18:
Alexis seems somewhat worn-out from this evening's excitement but is hiding it reasonably well.

Alexis smiles at everyone and gives Alis a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks so much for this surprise going-away party everyone! Even though we haven't all known each other for very long, I have enjoyed the time we spent together and shall look forward to when next we meet."


Sense Motive for Alexis 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9. LOL. nope.
Sense Motive for Alis in the following post 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16.


Bluff 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Perception 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 4 - 5 = 14 distance, distractions

Sense Motive DC 23:
Although you might never know it because she hides it well, Alis seems somewhat distracted and fidgety... like she's still got lots of party left in her.

Mal wrote:
"Well, here's to hoping it's your last court event, eh?."

Alis frowns, "Please don't say that you hope this is the last court event you hope any of them ever see. So long as we're friends that would have to mean either they or both of us (she indicates Alexis) have met our ends or that we've had a falling-out. I don't really care for any of those outcomes."

She sighs and looks around at the wait staff who are busy cleaning up.

"Well, I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy yourselves. Just be glad that this was a small get-together at the estate of a regional ruler and not the royal court back at Mennen Fedleth..."

Bluff 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Sense Motive DC 10:
You get the feeling that she's quite serious about this being a small event.

Sense Motive DC 15:
You get the feeling that she doesn't want to hear any complaining right now.

Sense Motive DC 20:
She seems irritated by Mal's griping even if she's not surprised by it.

Sense Motive DC 24:
You get the feeling that something else is bothering her. You also notice that she's positioned herself in front of Alexis as if defending her more demure twin sister.


Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 for Alexis
Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 for Alis

Felmor resigns himself to the fact, he will be subject to many more events like these, and they will be much bigger.


Captain Wardove, aka Alis wrote:

Bluff 1d20 + 12

Perception 1d20 + 10 - 4 - 5 distance, distractions

Alis frowns, "Please don't say that you hope this is the last court event you hope any of them ever see. So long as we're friends that would have to mean either they or both of us (she indicates Alexis) have met our ends or that we've had a falling-out. I don't really care for any of those outcomes."

She sighs and looks around at the wait staff who are busy cleaning up.

"Well, I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy yourselves. Just be glad that this was a small get-together at the estate of a regional ruler and not the royal court back at Mennen Fedleth..."

Mal's face registers surprise at Alis's words, "I apologize for my words. When I was speaking to Priyya, I did not mean any ill will towards anyone here." And he settles into quiet impassivity.


Alexis laughs gently, "Oh no need to go getting all serious now you two. I didn't hear what Mal said but I don't think he was trying to be prophetic or anything like that. Not all of us thrive on crowds you know."

Looking between Mal and Alis with a smile she adds, "Besides, if you never come to court again Mal, how ever will we get to show-up the other nobles again on the ballroom floor?"


Sense Motive (Alexis) 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Sense Motive (Alis) 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"This being my first court party, I enjoyed myself immensely. Thank you. I think I managed to scare merely one of the party-goers... which I consider an achievement."


Felmor gives Priyya a wink, and whispers in her ear, "Aye, if'n ye think ta scare me away, ye will need ta try harder 'n that. If'n ye is not scared off by me, yet, then I suggest we retire to our chambers, I would like ta..." the rest of his remarks are too inaudible to be heard.


Bluff 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
SM on Alexis 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Sense Motive DC 18:
Alis looks a bit abashed at being chided by her sister so.

Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak wrote:
"This being my first court party, I enjoyed myself immensely. Thank you. I think I managed to scare merely one of the party-goers... which I consider an achievement."

"Hmm, well I thought we made a good team scaring nearly everyone in the room myself. I have to admit, it was fun to shake-up people's perceptions of good-girl Alexis even if only for a minute."

She winks at Priyya and Felmor and her playful demeanor seems to return as a questioning look appears on her sister's face.

"Hey, I don't even want to hear it! It was your idea for the switcheroo this time, not mine!"


Bluff 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

In her best straight face Alexis says with great seriousness, "Hmm, well I shall expect a full report on what happened then... In the morning... over tea and scones."

She then winks and quickly sticks out her tongue at Alis who laughs a little.


Sense Motive 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Alis gives her twin a mock salute and says, "Yes sir, ma'am-sir, your highnessestness!"

The two laugh for a bit before Alis brightens up and says, "It seems a shame to go to bed already when the night is still young but I guess we do have a lot to do tomorrow, don't we? I... guess we should prooobably get to beeeed... Come on, I'll show you guys the way. Looks like Rath and Lureene have already gotten a head-start. Bet they were reeeaaaally sleeeeeepy, huh?"

With that, Alis grabs Alexis' hand and yanks her along as she begins skipping across the floor pearls and satin swishing as they go.

Feel free to chat amongst on the way if you like or whatever talk goes on in your rooms. For intimate stuff, I've listed Justin's "couples" thread in the Tracking list. For those who want to take time and RP any intimate stuff at their leisure without getting rushed along by stuff in here, that would be a handy way to do so.


Priyya, less self-conscious around this small group of intimates, releases her emotional barriers. Her glow brightens to easily noticeable levels.

Felmor wrote:
Felmor whispers in her ear, "Aye, if'n ye think ta scare me away, ye will need ta try harder 'n that."

Something about the feel of his breath on her neck and his words causes her to melt a little. Tiny wisps of ghostly flames appear in her corona. Felmor, becoming more familiar with the subtleties of her glow, knows he has struck the right chord in her, presaging a very pleasant evening for himself later.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Alis wrote:
"I have to admit, it was fun to shake-up people's perceptions of good-girl Alexis even if only for a minute."

Priyya shakes her head ruefully, "Yes, it is ALWAYS the quiet ones you have to watch... Who knew Alexis was such a seething cauldron of passions for a 'spoken for' man. Shocking... absolutely shocking."


Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak wrote:
"Yes, it is ALWAYS the quiet ones you have to watch... Who knew Alexis was such a seething cauldron of passions for a 'spoken for' man. Shocking... absolutely shocking."

"Oh my!" Alexis laughs, "Well let me know over tea tomorrow so that I at least have the option of spraying Alis when I sputter with indignation!"

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