There is No Honor.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: 0
Dungeon Master
 GM, 8 posts
Mon 16 Oct 2017
at 16:49
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Vanderboren Manor is located in the eastern section of Sasserine's Merchant District. The seven-foot-high stone wall that surrounds the estate is impossible to miss, as is the towering, gothic, three-story house that dominates the grounds within. Gargoyles and nymphs decorate the eaves of the manor's roof, and several trees give the manor grounds a nice buffer from the bustle of the city.

The front gates have been left open, and no one greets the invited adventurers until they reach the front door and knock. After a few moments, the same wizened halfling woman who delivered the letters to them answers the door. She thanks them for arriving on time and asks them to wait in the atrium, claiming that Lady Vanderboren will be with them shortly.
Story Ilyanore
 player, 13 posts
Mon 16 Oct 2017
at 19:01
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Story had quite the rigorous night and early morning to rest off, but that only makes her all the more bright and aware for her dinner appointment at Vanderboren Manor. She is there early and greets the old halfling woman cheerfully. She takes a spot in the atrium, a cozy little sitting space near some plump, pink roses and an ivy trellis. She takes off the bulky leather bolero and her pack, sitting the garment atop the heavy-laden pack, and lounges in her seat. She crosses one knee over the other, calves stacking neatly and her rose-legging covered thighs cushioning nicely against one another. She looks over the atrium for only a little while before removing the velvet wrapped, collapsed flute from a sturdy box pouch at her belt harness. She assembles it and performs a few quick scales for warm up.

She then whiles away the time with ancient, meandering melodies that flow seamlessly from one to another but with a common through line of old and mysterious aural atmosphere. It is not the lilting tunes fashionable in society, or particularly of any specific culture's native music. It seems the somewhat hopeful, somewhat melancholic fluting she plays is lifted from ancient places deep in the earth-- which is true, she made great study of decaying, fragile songbooks written on stone slates and carved into ruin walls.

The next person to enter would hear a pause in the music and a quick, friendly, "Hello," in her smoky, somewhat husky and sultry tone from her shaded and flower-laden spot in the atrium accompanying a smile and a lifted flute, as if in salute.
Shana
 player, 8 posts
Mon 16 Oct 2017
at 20:32
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"Hello yourself," replied the first person to join her in a flirtatious tone that held a hint of amusement.

The contrast between the two women was obvious to anyone looking. While Story was slender, if bottom heavy, the new arrival could only be described as massive. She was as tall as most men, with broad shoulders and limbs that were thick with muscle. The lush curves she boasted in her hips and chest left no doubt as to her gender, but the muscle was everywhere, bulging with her every movement. She dressed to accentuate her femininity, with loose-sleeved peasant-cut blouse with plunging neckline showcasing deep cleavage. The top was cut short in the waist (or perhaps meant for a shorter woman) and revealed a hint of the washboard of her waist. A knee length skirt revealed stout but graceful calves and a hint of the thick pillars of her thighs. Her skin was deeply browned from a lifetime outdoors, but it was smooth and almost shone with health and vitality.

Given the imposing stature of her physique, her voice was warm and almost soothing, with it's own musical resonance. "No please, don't let me interrupt your playing. It's lovely."

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Talora Fisher
 player, 6 posts
 Tempest Cleric of Procan
 HP 11 AC 18
Mon 16 Oct 2017
at 20:55
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It is several long minutes before the duo becomes a trio.

The woman who enters next is hooded and robed in a dark grey garment the color of rotten wood, over which a layer of brazen chain mail glistens like fish scales.  Bare feet make one wonder if that is the only thing she's wearing.

Also those feet are blue--pale blue like shark hide--that might be important to note.

The woman's eyes glisten beneath her hood, "...Hello." she says after a moment, more resigned to civility than actually civil.

She sets down her pack, which clatters with implements of both war and utility, and shrugs off the hood to reveal the sort of haunting beautiful face that might adorn the figurehead of a galleon.  Her hair tumbles out in a long cascade of sapphire that roils and flows in defiance of things like wind and gravity.  The loosening of the robe reveals the pale blue neck and shoulders of a sturdy country girl--as pretty as you please while still capable of breaking you over one knee.

She strikes a middle ground between the two other women, both in terms of height and mass.  Statuesque in her form, imperious in her demeanor, she might be an ideal beauty in the heroic mold, were not her resting expression the sort to freeze the hearts of men from twenty paces.

She settles in a chair with a noted lack of feminine delicacy, and waits for their host.  Impatiently.
Balthasar
 player, 3 posts
Tue 17 Oct 2017
at 01:54
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A young man of average height and build enters the atrium. He is covered with a long cloak, the hood of which obscures his face in shadow. He glances around the room at the three women gathered there but says nothing to them. Instead, he leans against a nearby wall, resting his staff next to him. He slips a backpack out from under the cloak and lets it sit on the floor under the staff, revealing a long, sleeveless tunic--his arms are lean and tanned--and loose-fitting pants underneath as he does so. His hands are wrapped in tightly-wound pieces of cloth, held in place by leather straps. His feet are similarly wrapped and nestled in worn leather sandals. He folds his arms over his chest and waits for the arrival of Lady Vanderboren.
Story Ilyanore
 player, 15 posts
Tue 17 Oct 2017
at 04:45
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Story smiles, "That's the problem with the flute, can't talk or sing and continue to play, hm? But then again, the problem with the lute, which I am also trained in, is that it's damned hard to carry around, and those necks can be fragile." She likes the look of Shana, looks like someone who will be good to have around both drinking around a table and in a scrap or miles down in a dungeon. Story warms up to her quickly and invites her to sit nearby. "I'm Story, pleased to meet you. Another adventurer or are you Lady Vanderboren herself?"

After introductions have been made and Story bashfully realizes Shana is not Lady Vanderboren, she continues to play those old, forgotten songs until the third and fourth arrivals appear, which she both greets with a "Hello!" and a "I'm Story. Are you here to meet Lady Vanderborn?" as well.

Talora is quite mysterious and therefore interesting and fetching. Balthasar by contrast seems to be rather no-nonsense and serious. Seems to be shaping up to be a good party, if that's what it is. "I wonder what opportunity the invitation spoke of. I don't think I could ask for a more capable looking bunch to be grouped in with, though."
Talora Fisher
 player, 7 posts
 Tempest Cleric of Procan
 HP 11 AC 18
Tue 17 Oct 2017
at 06:06
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The blue woman's eyes flash agate toward the flutist, "'Story' you say..." she says, hint of a sailor's brogue under several hard consonants, "Be that a name given or a name chosen?" because someone's head needed to be examined for that decision, unless...

"Or be it short for 'Astoria' or somesuch?" At least option three assumed good sense.

Talora's hard black eyes give the current grouping a once over.  Great meathead of a woman, smaller meathead of a man, princess sunshine with the flute and of course her charming self...

She was not impressed.

"How many of these have ye been on, lass?"