Sep 3, 2019 6:22 pm
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Do we know which door to take?War of the Lost Kingdom
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Sep 3, 2019 6:28 pm
Zifu nods. "Yes, please," she says, agreeing to the escort. "I appreciate how chaotic things are for you in these times, therefore no offense is taken. Please, take me to the Legate."
Sep 3, 2019 6:48 pm
The processor nods, standing. He gave an idle scratch to his short black hair as he came from around the desk. He was revealed to be wearing a Gladius, as well as the wide bottomed pants of Drathian style.
"This way, please, my Lady," he said with a small bow.
He led her up the left-most stairs, then briskly through the courtyard. He took the door closest to the stairway on the left wall.
"This way, please, my Lady," he said with a small bow.
He led her up the left-most stairs, then briskly through the courtyard. He took the door closest to the stairway on the left wall.
Sep 3, 2019 6:55 pm
Greta stands at the top of the stairs with Doc and Ian and scratches her head "Ian, do you remember which door the guy downstairs told us to go through? I think he said go through a door and up somewhere to talk to your Let Gate. What's a Let Gate anyway? "
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Sep 3, 2019 7:57 pm
"Probably where they're going" Doc points to Zifu and the processor "Either way we can ask him if we're wrong"
He heads towards the door closest to the stairway on the left wall.
He heads towards the door closest to the stairway on the left wall.
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Sep 3, 2019 8:09 pm
"Far left portal, posterior tower," Ian says with a small smirk. It might look arrogant, coupled with his swagger of a stride but the slender redhead paid close attention to his surroundings even as he followed the instructions the guard had given him.
"A Legate is'a govenor. So be on yer worst b'havior."
"A Legate is'a govenor. So be on yer worst b'havior."
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Sep 3, 2019 8:22 pm
Greta smiles a wicked grin, flashing her fine white teeth. "I don't like goverers or let gates." She follows Ian through the door.
Sep 3, 2019 10:19 pm
The interior of the fort brought about an unnerving vibe. The halls had walls that, while initially vertical, had angular roofing to the walls - likely for stress load reasons. They were just a touch too low, causing bigger individuals to have to hunch slightly. The fort was obviously unadorned and cold, and the air had an ancient feeling to it. The stone of the fort seemed a lot different to that of the city, as if it was far older.
The processor's instruction truly would have meant nothing to the group, had he not been actively guiding them. Through the 'far left portal' excused the twists and turns he took down various hallways. He patently ignored the sellswords talking and balking the idea of having to sit still for the night, with many making plans to go out on the town and stretch out their legs. They were being led through the barracks. It was very clear, due to the cots visible through the doorless rooms on either side of them. Soon, he began up a staircase that leant to the right in a spiral. This was a very long climb. At the very end, there was a platform barely big enough to hold them all without somebody loitering on the staircase.
The processor knocked a few times on the splintered, iron banded door. "Legate Cassium, sir. We've received two nobility who wish to make their acquaintance."
A long pause. "Let them in, Ventric. Thank you."
The processor opened the door and let it swing open, waiting for the party to enter.
"I hope you don't mind standing, there's only two chairs," said the processor, more toward the 'bodyguards.'
The first thing that could be said about this room is that it was freezing. Colder than even the stone of the fort. It was lined on all sides at compass angles by embrasures, that let the wind in easily. It had a rug, and bookshelves lined actual walls. There was a desk in the far third of the room, and two comfortably overstuffed olive easy chairs in front of it.
The Legate himself was unadorned, in a coolly colored iron full Lorica. He was also wrapped in a fox fur cloak, and he seemed to have just been writing on a weighted down piece of parchment. He stood, in politeness, revealing the hilt of a sword. It had a small ruby at the very base. He was balding, older, but had eyes of a hawk.
"Welcome, welcome. It's not every day we receive nobility to assist in the lead of our merry band of paid misfits. Now... You, must be Lady Zifu. I was told to expect you, about a week from now. You're making good time."
The processor's instruction truly would have meant nothing to the group, had he not been actively guiding them. Through the 'far left portal' excused the twists and turns he took down various hallways. He patently ignored the sellswords talking and balking the idea of having to sit still for the night, with many making plans to go out on the town and stretch out their legs. They were being led through the barracks. It was very clear, due to the cots visible through the doorless rooms on either side of them. Soon, he began up a staircase that leant to the right in a spiral. This was a very long climb. At the very end, there was a platform barely big enough to hold them all without somebody loitering on the staircase.
The processor knocked a few times on the splintered, iron banded door. "Legate Cassium, sir. We've received two nobility who wish to make their acquaintance."
A long pause. "Let them in, Ventric. Thank you."
The processor opened the door and let it swing open, waiting for the party to enter.
"I hope you don't mind standing, there's only two chairs," said the processor, more toward the 'bodyguards.'
The first thing that could be said about this room is that it was freezing. Colder than even the stone of the fort. It was lined on all sides at compass angles by embrasures, that let the wind in easily. It had a rug, and bookshelves lined actual walls. There was a desk in the far third of the room, and two comfortably overstuffed olive easy chairs in front of it.
The Legate himself was unadorned, in a coolly colored iron full Lorica. He was also wrapped in a fox fur cloak, and he seemed to have just been writing on a weighted down piece of parchment. He stood, in politeness, revealing the hilt of a sword. It had a small ruby at the very base. He was balding, older, but had eyes of a hawk.
"Welcome, welcome. It's not every day we receive nobility to assist in the lead of our merry band of paid misfits. Now... You, must be Lady Zifu. I was told to expect you, about a week from now. You're making good time."
Sep 3, 2019 10:33 pm
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Legate Cassium," says Zifu. She approaches the desk and stands adjacent to one of the chairs, where she curtsies and lowers her head. "King Rosemont VI of Morveth has heard of your troubles and offers his aid. I apologize for arriving earlier than expected; however, I felt it was necessary to make all due haste in my journey to Vyrissium, and I hope this does not inconvenience you.
"I avail myself to you and pledge to assist Drathis by whatever means at my disposal, with your direction." Respectfully, she holds out her official documents with both hands for Cassium's inspection.
"I avail myself to you and pledge to assist Drathis by whatever means at my disposal, with your direction." Respectfully, she holds out her official documents with both hands for Cassium's inspection.
Sep 4, 2019 12:25 am
He looked over the documentation blankly. He smiled, handing it back. "Well, the king certainly welcomes the help. Now, I heard that there were two nobles...?" He looked searchingly between the other members that stood in his office.
Sep 4, 2019 1:01 am
Greta, standing behind her charge, nudges Ian a little too hard, practically shoving the charlatan forward.
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the colored text is hard to read. Black is a lot easier on the eyes. Last edited September 4, 2019 1:01 am
Sep 4, 2019 1:24 am
The young human goes forward, reaching into his coat to pull out a bundle of papers from his jacket. They are bound by ribbon and sealed with wax. The wax is marked with various signets and seals and inside are papers registering him for travel, a notation of his lineage, that of a minor family from the rural outskirts of the Empire and finally a request for a officer's commission. "I believe you'll find these in order." The young man's stance has taken on a more noble bearing, calm and relaxed before a man who is his superior in rank but lesser in social strata.
Sep 4, 2019 1:29 am
The legate broke the seal and opened it, giving it a hard look. While he was looking it over, he sat back down.
"Why did we not hear of your impending arrival?" he asked guardedly as he inspected the seals. He seemed to be looking especially closely at them.
"Why did we not hear of your impending arrival?" he asked guardedly as he inspected the seals. He seemed to be looking especially closely at them.
Rolls
Investigating documents of lineage for authenticity - (1d20+4)
Sep 4, 2019 2:05 am
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If it matters, those are the ones provided by the character background. Is that 1d20+4 a roll you want -me- to make or is that a roll the Legate is making?Sep 4, 2019 2:30 am
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it's the one he made. I hid the result because suspense. BUT, I will say the DC for fully forged documentation inkeeping with that trait is pretty dang high. He'd have to be a hoity toity nobility sleuth to sniff anything out.Sep 4, 2019 2:39 am
As the legate looks over Ian's documents, Doc saddles up next to his 'master' and places a hand on his shoulder, whispering under his breath the syllable needed to cast his deity's guidance
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Doc casts Guidance on Ian, he can add 1d4 to his next skill checkLast edited September 4, 2019 2:40 am
Sep 4, 2019 4:30 am
Johan have been standing outside the room, but steps in as he hears spells being cast within the Lord's room
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Doc, you need sorcerors metamagic subtle spell casting to cast spell descreatly. Otherwise, magi are cast in a clear voiceLast edited September 4, 2019 9:06 am
Sep 4, 2019 4:39 am
With a irritable scowl, Ian shoos at Doc. "I don' need yer blessings, priest. I know what'I did." Feeding the anger at being hovered over into his act he crosses his arms, scowls off to the side and gives a put-upon sigh. "You get -one- nun pregnant'n suddenly everyone says y'need'a few years away from home."
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