[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian   Posted by DM Alcyone.Group: 0
Irae the Damned
 player, 55 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Thu 26 Oct 2017
at 22:21
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Irae's focus flickers back to the new companions outside the former home of their investigation...eyes resuming their intense glistening black nature.  There is a fascination regarding Steadfast's tale...or Portia's...or Rake's own.

Irae struggles visibly to find adequate words though.  Eventually the Fiendblooded manages to share, "My story is not unlike Rake's own.  My patroness has sent me forth to this place...as my purpose is here..." there is a long hesitation, "...and she has sent Woe to look after me along the way."

The other warlock tries a small smile, but the effect is more sad than reassuring.  Woe's croak echoes from within the house...and Irae's eyes cloud over agin.

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DM Alcyone
 GM, 58 posts
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 03:08
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Gwenevere's home wasn't a huge residence. It was basically a large rectangle with another room attached to it. One could see straight to the other side. Sun shone in from the hole in the roof and there was a thin film of dust covering everything. Within the main room there was banner that had a crest embroidered upon it - a red sword pointing downwards with wings sprouting from the hilt of it. There was a bookshelf off to one side. There was a fire pit dug into the floor in the center of the room near what appeared to be some sort of kitchen. Attached to the main room was the bedroom with a simple bed, a dresser and a cabinet for clothes. There were still clothes in the cabinet and jewelry within a box on top of her dresser. Under the mattress there was a dagger placed within reach of the pillow. It all seemed relatively normal.
Irae the Damned
 player, 56 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 05:39
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
The warlock reaches out to carefully tap the sleves of his companions on the street, once each in turn, "A banner, some clothing, even a bit of sparkly jewelry left behind. You may want o go and see."

Woe, for his part, flutters to the top of the dresser and pokes about amongst the jewelry, picking up and dropping each shiny bit in turn, then leaning down to peer closely...in the manner of all corvids.

Irae still does not move to join the others in the house.
Hanto
 player, 16 posts
 Half-Elf Rogue
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 08:43
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Well, she certainly lived a very simple life. I was hoping for a map or a journal or something left conveniently still on the planing table. Does anyone recognize the symble? Hanto asked the room while looking over the titles on the book shelf.



09:39, Today: Hanto rolled 15 using 1d20+2.  Investigation.


Portia Fiscella
 player, 25 posts
 Tiefling Bard
 Seasoned Veteran
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 17:01
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"So y'both have bosses as th'interested party, huh?  Well, ain't nothin' wrong with a bit of mercenary work - pays th'bills just as well as any." Portia's assumption of what exactly the others meant by "patrons" is a bit off, but the notion still fits on the whole.  When prompted on her own affairs in return, the young Tiefling smiles and gives a careless shrug.

"Oh, y'know how th'story goes.  A group of hearty explorers pick up a young, starry-eyed farmgirl with promises of travel, adventure, and fortune.  Traipse off across th'sea t'unknown lands--" as Portia speaks she gives a flourish with trails of wispy smoke lifting off her fingertips.  The smoke swirls and grows dense within the air, taking on pale colors and shapes to curl about into the phantom image of non-descript humanoid figures on a boat, bobbing along across ghostly waves.  With another gesture the little illusion is blown away, leaving only a single humanoid figure left alone in the air.  "--Aaaaaa~nd then they ditched me first chance they had.  Packed up and left in th'middle of th'night, stickin' me with th'bill for our Inn and a letter about how they couldn't risk th'sort of bad attention hangin' around a Tiefling could bring.  Sure didn't hear them complainin' like that when I was cookin' their meals and earnin' them supply discounts."

Despite the unpleasant turn of her story, Portia doesn't sound bitter about it.  There's still a smile on her lips even as she purses them to blow away the little smoke illusions into nothingness.  "Their loss, I figure.  Got enough gold saved up now t'head back to th'mainland if I pleased, but where's th'fun in that?  I'm here already, so best I linger and see what I can drum up for myself, right?"  She shrugs once again.  "That was a handful of years back.  Been stickin' mostly t'town, lendin' help t'adventurin' folk here and there."

As Irae pipes in with a confusing summary of what his remote vision saw within the house through Woe's gaze, it brings a look of befuddlement in return as Portia cants her head aside curiously.  "Eh?  What're y'on about?"
Irae the Damned
 player, 57 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 17:27
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Irae notices Portia's puzzlement and realizes that he has failed to explain the link with Woe, and tries again, a bit sheepishly, "Of course...how silly of me.  One of the Raven Queen's blessings...I can see through Woe's eyes sometimes...such as just now.  The problem is...can I get Woe to look at that which is most interesting to me?"

Irae chuckles, "Not as often as I would like to.  Such as now...Woe, as most ravens, can be distracted by shiny things and is now poking about in a jewelry box....rather than helping to search the house. Still...a handy thing...and quite exhilarating when the bird flies."

The warlock's struggling smile had turned wistful as Portia illustrated her story with magic, "But I am sorry to hear your misfortune.  Bloodlines such as ours can be a burden...a cursed relic hung about our necks to bear us down.  It is good to have found such folk as these to venture with...who share unusual foods, and have fine hearts with honorable intentions.  Such makes for warm-hearted stories to share."
Portia Fiscella
 player, 27 posts
 Tiefling Bard
 Seasoned Veteran
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 17:47
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"Y'sound a bit like my Pa goin' about like that.  Got my good looks from his side of th'family, I did."  Portia smirks as she runs her fingertips along the curl of her horns in open demonstration.  "He's always frettin' about th'sorta strife we face 'cause of our blood.  Had it pretty rough himself, I figure, but I've never seen it that way.  Some folk may react poorly outta fear or reflex, but y'just gotta talk it out and things usually go fine in th'end.  Those who don't wanna change their minds ain't gonna do it no matter what, so best not t'bother with them and their nastiness."

The mention of Irae's mystical connection both to his raven and their shared Queen sparks a look of genuine interest in the young Tiefling.  She's not too familiar with divine magic and the oddness of such an ability is quite curious to her.  Though the Revenant's fond musing on flight earns a similarly pleasant expression of wistful happiness from Portia.  "Ain't nothin' better, if y'ask me, bein' up in th'clouds.  Pretty risky around here though... first time I flew around, guards picked at me with crossbows thinkin' I was a Harpy or some such nonsense.  Makes folks a little itchy, so I keep my hooves on th'ground more often than I'd like."
Irae the Damned
 player, 58 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 19:36
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Developing a sense of Portia's humble upbringing pangs Irae deeply, for in it there are echoes of familiar memories and the less than pleasant outcomes of a young life ended badly.  There is no speaking of such things though...and Irae's chin drops thoughtfully for a couple of heartbeats.  A deep breath and then the warlock finds an element of agreement to reflect upon, "Aye...those with nastiness in their hearts will NOT change their minds..."

There is a sad determination there.  But Irae's chin rises again and the smile is stronger...fanged and earnest, "Perhaps when we are away from Westhaven we can see you fly.  I have no such skills but Woe is quite fond of riding the warm winds." Instead Irae offers a little magical embellishment to match Portia's...images of two flying figures, one small and dark, the other larger and bright, swirling through mists and shadows, curling about above a scarred grayish hand.

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Nikea
 player, 43 posts
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 22:04
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Se poked through the home as best she could, but it felt pointless.

Her investigation turning up nothing, she instead focused on the conversation between Portia and Irae. "Wait, you can ... fly?" she asked incredulously, wondering if she was being strung along.

"Do we know where the lady went on her expedition? Perhaps this search of her old home isn't going to turn up the clue we seek. Should we instead try to retrace her steps?"
Steadfast BreakCudgel
 player, 40 posts
 Tiefling Cleric of Lugh
Fri 27 Oct 2017
at 22:34
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Stead walked in and took a brief look around before joining Hanto at the bookshelf. Lips pursed in thought, they perused the titles for a moment before systematically taking each down and flipping through it to look for notes or any other clues.

"Same, Hanto. I was kind of hoping for a map with a circle or an x on it to mark where she had been going." Stead sighed. "Woe, leave those be. Those are Sir Guenevere's, not ours. If we find something shiny on the way that doesn't belong to someone, we might be able to work that out as your share with the others."

OOC: I'm pretty sure Stead finds nothing.

15:28, Today: Steadfast BreakCudgel rolled 6 using 2d20+1, keeping the lowest dice only with rolls of 5,6.  Investigation.

Portia Fiscella
 player, 28 posts
 Tiefling Bard
 Seasoned Veteran
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 02:24
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
While the two seem as far apart in nature and manner as can be, Portia finds herself rather pleased with Irae's company.  So far she was fond of the whole lot since it was her way to favor people until they gave her reason to do otherwise, but she finds herself enjoying his dour charm.  Though her attention is drawn from his illusory play as Nikea chimes in curiously.

"Huh?  Oh, right." the young Tiefling is taken aback for a moment before she bops her own forehead in realization.

While she is dressed in simple travel leathers, dress, and bodice - downright casual compared to the armed-and-armored party - Portia does have a rather nice cloak.  While most people were happy with dull road cloaks that only serve for utility, hers is a lovely bright red, clearly selected for fashion as well.  She had even been wearing it the night before while inside the tavern for some reason.  Though the interior appears layered at first glance with some kind of sturdy leather lining with decorative claw-like clasps tucked over her shoulders.  At least until the talons flex and release their grip on her, sliding out as Portia ruffles her shoulders and spreads out a broad wingspan from under her cloak.  Large, bat-like wings lift wide from beneath and she arches her back with a low groan, taking a moment to appreciate the chance to stretch out openly.

"They get in th'way if I let 'em hang out, so I usually keep 'em under my cloak.  Same reason I wind my tail up around my belt when I'm indoors.  Got stepped on one too many times, thank y'much." she explains with a shrug.  Her wings were certainly for more than just looks - as she spoke they gesture quite expressively the same way her hands did when she got chatty.  "Us Tieflings come in all shapes and sorts.  Some of us don't even look any different than Humans save for maybe extra colorful eyes or lil' nubby horns.  Got folk always mistakin' me for a Fawn at first glance on account of m'legs.  Wizard fella thought I was a Succubus one time, which is sorta flatterin'."  She is quite right on the matter as, belying her cheerful disposition, Portia herself has quite the bevy of monstrous features even compared to the other Tieflings present.

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Rake
 player, 17 posts
 Tiefling
 Warlock (Archfey)
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 03:11
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Rake watches the illusions from Portia and Irae with interest. He'll have to learn that trick someday. Brushing himself off, he heads into the house, hoping that he might find something that the others may not have seen.

Before he enters, he takes note of Portia's wings and nearly gawks at the display. "Okay...I'm genuinely envious now. You wouldn't be able to take me flying sometime, would you?" He gives her a playful smile, then enters the home.

For a minute, he pauses in the main room, ordering his thoughts aloud. "So, we have knight who was surveying the river west of here. What was her purpose in exploring there?" He walked over to the banner and asked "Anyone know what the crest is a symbol of?"

19:55, Today: Rake rolled 15 using 1d20+3.  Investigation.
21:23, Today: Rake rolled 4 using 1d20+3.  History check for the Crest.

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DM Alcyone
 GM, 69 posts
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 03:48
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Hanto looked through the titles on the books. The Caiberos Manual Of Arms For Noble Gentlemen - A Fencing Manual ; Corin Tasslefoot's Recipe Book ; The Love Poetry of Dryads ; The Ballad of Barrik and Theda ; A Wise Wizard's Guide to Fireball Safety. The titles went on and on but her reading seemed to revolve around poety and combat tactics.

As Hanto pulled one of the books free from the shelf a folded up parchment fell to the ground.

Dearest Gwenevere

It has been a long time since I had an opportunity of writing to you, and I gladly avail myself of the present opportunity. It is with deepest regret that your work keeps you from my loving embrace. I have heard nothing but dastardly stories coming from this new frontier. Please try to write a few lines when you have time and try and get it off to let me know that you are among the living.  I think of you always; I see your face in my dreams and long to see it beside mine when I wake once more.

                                                                                       With love,
                                                                                       Henry


There were a number of other letters contained within the book. It seemed that Henry was her husband back on the mainland and as a knight she had been ordered to the new world despite their protests. Nothing in the letters seemed to point to where she was going. While Hanto read the letter Rake and Steadfast check the other rooms without finding much of note. Though their hopes of finding something that may help with finding Gwenevere they know that any warrior would have carried their plans and map on their person.

Although Rake is unable to remember seeing the crest anywhere he assume it likely denotes a crest of nobility or knighthood.

This message was last edited by the GM at 03:54, Sat 28 Oct 2017.

Irae the Damned
 player, 59 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 05:58
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Inside: At Steadfast's rebuke, Woe lifts its sleek head, a thin, silvery bracelet dangling in the fine black bill.  The bird pointedly opens and drops the gewgaw to the small jewelry box, crooks once, then hops along the edge of the dresser...watching the tiefling go about their search, turning first one eye and then the next...apparently curious about the efforts.

Outside: Dark eyes go wide as Portia reveals her...magnificent wings.  Irae is struck dumb with the sight of amazing webbed limbs and stands there slack-jawed. It is one thing to talk about them...but so much more to actually SEE them.

The grim tiefling's head shakes with wonderment in the deep hood...perhaps thinking about what it must be like to actually FLY. Irae remains silent even after the wings are tucked away and Rake goes to help with the house, silent and thoughtful.

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Hanto
 player, 17 posts
 Half-Elf Rogue
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 08:12
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"Love poems, Love Letters and cook books..., It was worth our time looking but there is nothing of note in this place.
We should head west, see if we can find the river and her.


Hanto replaced the letters in the book where he found them and turned to leave. His eyes marked the location of the jewelry incase he ever felt the need but for now he just left.

Once everyone else was out he relocked the door and got ready to leave town.
Steadfast BreakCudgel
 player, 43 posts
 Tiefling Cleric of Lugh
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 18:30
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"Yeah." Stead nodded in agreement, having found nothing in the books. The cleric turned to Woe and made a come along gesture before offering their arm for a ride. "Come on, Woe, I think you're the only one who's found something interesting in here."

With that, they turned and headed back out the way they came in, closing the back door behind them. Mail jingling Stead joined the others out front and picked their pack and spear back up.
Irae the Damned
 player, 62 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 18:40
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"Crook..craek..."  Woe's head bobs. The bird launches past the humanoids back to the morning light of the street, fluttering and wheeling to gain altitude so it can reclaim its recent perch at the roof's peak.

The bird resumes its overwatch role...sometimes silent, sometimes loud, sometimes following the party, sometimes ranging forward to claim a particularly attractive perch.
Rake
 player, 21 posts
 Tiefling
 Warlock (Archfey)
Sat 28 Oct 2017
at 19:07
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Rake shrugs absently and grabs a couple books; a ballad of some kind, and a cookbook. "Agreed" he says in response to Hanto's suggestion. He walks back over to the banner hanging on the wall and carefully removes it. "If anything, we could use this as a shroud for Sir Gwenevere...no sense not being respectful." He says, while folding the cloth and placing it in his backpack.

Walking out of the home, he hands the cookbook over to Portia. "You might find something there to try out at the inn." He says with a little shrug. "Maybe name it after the owner of the book."
Nikea
 player, 46 posts
Sun 29 Oct 2017
at 04:01
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"Yes," she agreed, poking through the house respectfully, but without any success, norany enthusiasm for the work.

"Let's head west along the river and hope Lugh favors that path better. and agreed, the banner can be made into a shroud."

She looked thoughtfully again. "Surely this Henry must know his love is gone? Or do you think he still waits across the sea for his love to return? after we're back, after we find more about how she died, we must inform him of what we've found. he deserves to know."

She looked more optimistic as they left. "Perhaps finding this letter is what we were meant to do here. it's a good omen for the first step!" she led the group out of town with a spring in her step.
Portia Fiscella
 player, 38 posts
 Tiefling Bard
 Seasoned Veteran
Sun 29 Oct 2017
at 20:17
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Portia is an unassuming sort - as much as someone who looks like her can be - and doesn't take any overt sense of pride in the envying stares and comments over her wings.  But she's more than comfortable being the center of attention and doesn't so much as blush a hint over it as she tucks those curious limbs back down under her cloak once more.  She's been able to fly her entire life and often took the ability for granted, so it serves as a humbling reminder for her to think of others' land-bound point of view.

"So did y'find anythin' good?" she asks as the rest of the group filters out of the fallen knight's home and locks up behind them.  From the grumbling and expressions gathered, she figures not.  Though she perks when Rake hands her a book, looking momentarily scandalized.  "Mister Rake!  For shame!  We can't be takin' things like--" she begins to object, only to stop short when she glances at the writer's name on the book.  Tasslefoot; a Halfling surname?  As much as the others had gawked at her wings, it's Portia's turn to go slack-jawed and wide-eyed as she hurriedly shuffles through the pages.  Halflings practically never write down their family recipes!  The surprise and excitement over such a find is clear across her face and it's only after a moment of skimming the rustic meals within that the young Tiefling seems to realize how she looks and quickly snaps the book shut.  "Well... I guess it's just goin' t'waste in there anyway."

Once everyone is set to leave, Portia keeps pace with the group though she lingers just a bit at the gates protecting the town from the wilderness beyond.  She's not left the safety of civilization very often - only when she's accompanied other bands of explorers and adventurers.  They were always quick little treks out on some small bounty or errand, never anything worth writing home about.  Given how likely it was Sir Gwenevere had perhaps fallen into the river and drowned in her armor, surely there was little to be had of such a task.  It was unlikely they'd even find anything at all, she figures.  But it's still nice to be among kin and to get out into the open air once more.

"So do any of y'know anythin' about what th'Knight was up to or where her work took her?  Y'ain't just plannin' on wanderin' th'riverside blind, right?" she asks as she hurries to fall back in step with the rest, hooves clacking as they shift from town streets to natural paths beyond.
Steadfast BreakCudgel
 player, 46 posts
 Tiefling Cleric of Lugh
Mon 30 Oct 2017
at 00:12
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Stead simply blinked once at Portia's wings as she put them away and shrugged to themself. They had gigantic curling ram's horns that made wearing a hat or helmet really rather difficult at best, so what was a pair of wings to go with hooves? Besides, there were more important things that they were letting go without comment like stealing a book of halfling recipes from the dead. Or breaking into the house in the first place (Admittedly the backdoor had been unlocked so it wasn't that much in the breaking and entering category.)

Then Portia asked the question.

"Uh..." the cleric said with a sheepish grin. "That may have been what I had planned if we hadn't found anything in the house..."
Irae the Damned
 player, 65 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Mon 30 Oct 2017
at 02:57
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Irae's head droops forwards as the turn away from the house...staring at the cobblestones, deep in thought...but able to navigate easily due to the raven's view of the street.  Irae wonders about the concepts of honor and righteousness.

The revenant's echoing tones emanate from deep in the dark hood, "Aren't righteousness and honor noble things?  Is taking a few small things from Sir Gwenevere's house acceptable if our purposes are honorable?  Honoring the dead is good, but we are hereby honorbound to find and properly bury the missing knight. By disturbing what little remains of the knight's life, we are now indebted to see such put to honoring the knight's death."

Irae's tone is not judgemental...not at all, but bemused if anything.  He sounds as confident as any stating well known and accepted facts.

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Nikea
 player, 47 posts
Mon 30 Oct 2017
at 14:55
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"Who said friend," she echoed Irae's comments as they walked.

"we will find her remains, put her to rest and inform her long lost love. "

In response to Portia's question she replied in a glum tone, "I wish we had more to do on than wandering blindly, hoping to stumble upon a years dead corpse. That's why we visited her home, looking for clues, but we've found nothing useful. I'm not sure what other option we have."
Hanto
 player, 21 posts
 Half-Elf Rogue
Mon 30 Oct 2017
at 15:26
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
"If it was going to be easy they would not have set a bounty, or at least someone would have claimed it by now..." Hanto smiled at the mention of halfling cooking, "I once new the most beautiful halfling lady who used to cook for me after.. well you know, her husband ran a smuggling business out of Luskin." his voice trailed off as if lost in a memory.

"Anyway, lets find this river. We need a place to start and that seems like the only place."
Irae the Damned
 player, 72 posts
 Tiefling Revenant
 Warlock (Raven Queen)
Mon 6 Nov 2017
at 16:57
[Game Thread] Gwenevere the Guardian
Irae nods solemnly to Hanto's suggestion.  While one familiar with the town might readily lead them in the correct direction of the river, the warlock is too fresh to be of much use, but his spirit guide is uniquely qualified to scout the way.

Irae flicks his wrist casually in summons and Woe swoops in, ink-black wings churning to land on his favorite perch...the tiefling's right horn.  Crooking and creaking softly, Woe looks down into the fiendborn's dark eyes as Irae explains what they seek, "Find us the path to the western river, beyond the gates and into the less travelled wilderness."

Woe crooks one last time, scratches as the feathers on its neck with one black-clawed foot, and launches back to the air, circling with fervent effort to gain the literal bird's-eye view.  Load croaking carries to the street below.

"This way." Irae offers softly, following the bird's lead. The way leads due west for the meantime, past the sights and sounds and smells of the city towards the less trammeled paths beyond.