Game Thread; Chivalry's Last Breath

Jun 21, 2025 12:04 am
Each of you began your day with the usual routine; Chores, meal, study, meal, and practice. Throughout the day, you could clearly see that your master was irritable, more so than the usual layer of sarcastic insults at your expense. Our warrior and priest are stopped on their way to evening meal, the senior student/squire tells you "The master has directed me to inform you that this evening's meal is extraordinary. You are instructed to" he paused and pointed to the highest tower of the complex "Grand Master's Hall", he gulped before inquiring "What did you do? I've been here for eight years and never has anyone stepped higher than the Master's chamber"

The wizard began his routine of chores, study, meal, spellcraft, chores, and his routine was interrupted. His master, Master Braynard just finished a conversation with an elderly mage. The master approaches you "We have a very important and dangerous task for you if you wish to undertake it. I again emphasize, it is a very dangerous ordeal. If you are interested" he hands you a glowing red globe with a dark blue symbol of a key "Place the globe into my candle holder outside of my door, it is a one-time use so make certain of your intent before using it. Enjoy your meal early, we'll receive you in an hour." Braynard returned to the older mage as the two traversed the stairway upward to the Master's quarters.

Master Braynard; https://i.imgur.com/84g1KYo.jpeg
Jun 21, 2025 4:38 am
"Oh", he muttered to himself, "That just won't do. No, no, no- that will not do at all" he grumbled, panic slowly building, his breathing suddenly becoming labored. Quickly he scurried over to his chambers and slumped onto the large working desk, strewn with all manner of... well, all manner of everything, really.

Frantically, Lian glanced around the room as if the solution to his dilemma were posted on the wall or hanging across the room like a parade banner or streamer. Nervously, he flickered his eyes at Candace, "What are we going to do? I was supposed to study the Legend of the Five Blind Kings this week... a-a-and then learn more about Sir Bellio and what it was he actually did to the Orc King's daughter!! The war wasn't started for no reason!".

He shuffled papers around the wide oak table before him- maybe the answer was underneath one of them? First, the sheets of parchment were rifled through, then his search escalated to the dusty tomes and steel-bound volumes on his right, and at last, to the stack of scroll cases balancing perilously at the leftmost edge of his desk. They remained in place as long as they could, but even they were no match for his agitated rummaging. Like a log trap in some deep, dank crypt, they all rolled off and tumbled to the ground, scattering about like the toys from a child's overturned play-box.

"AHA!" he exclaimed, startling the already high-strung weasel so that she slid under his coat and down into the hidden pocket where she rested. "Perhaps... yes, perhaps... perhaps I can accept Lord Braynard's offer and in return.... in return..." he paused, tapping his chin with a thin, bony finger. "...in return, he might tell me of his travels into the Valley of the Blue Man!" rejoiced the young mage, pleased at himself for finding the bright light in this otherwise gloomy change of plans.

Suddenly and without prompting, a chittering sound emitted from the sleeve of his coat as the head of a furry brown weasel emerged, its glossy, curious black eyes focused squarely on Lian; he knew she was right, and in that instant, he let out a long, heavy, defeated sigh.

"Right then... I suppose... you're right- that really wasn't optional. We know Lord Braynard well enough... he might have made it sound like the decision was up to me- but we both know that it's truly not. Frankly, I'm in no position to bargain. Especially after what happened with those pots in the second pantry..." he bitterly grumbled to himself. Sliding off his stool and extinguishing the lantern with a hearty puff of air, he ambled over to the door and paused for a moment, just long enough to glance over his shoulder. Perhaps he will uncover the answer to every question... another day.

With that... and another sigh... he made his way through the door of his room, closing and locking it behind him, before heading straight for the dining hall. It would not be long before he was rubbing some magical sphere and ending up in some gods-know-where backwater town, shackled to some dreary mission to find someone's grandmother's old bonnet.

...one more sigh.
Jun 22, 2025 10:56 am
Fighters and Clerics
https://i.imgur.com/n7hQlEH.jpeg The Grand Knight's Hall is a Tavern styled assembly area. Tables of exotic wood with engraved designs and seats to match. A long table filled with platters of food and pitchers of wine line up in a buffet formation. In front of a large fireplace are several luxurious chairs and above the chimney is a large wall mount of a Lion's head. Inside of the hall are four elders, Grand Knight Dorian is furious, shouting at Cardinal Ledeun from the Church of Heironeous. Silently standing to the side are Sir Stetton and Cardinal Mossen also a leader in the Church of Heironeous.
[ +- ] Grand Master's Hall
Grand Knight Dorian https://i.imgur.com/1VhWZpH.jpeg
Sir Stetton https://i.imgur.com/eBynlCg.jpeg
Cardinal Ledeun https://i.imgur.com/KKVFKpR.jpeg
Cardinal Mossen https://i.imgur.com/cEFIKRM.jpeg
Jun 22, 2025 12:11 pm
Wizard

You obeyed the instruction to gain access to the Grand Wizard's private quarters, the doorway opens into a vast library with books filling the shelves and stacks as tall as a Dwarf on the floor along the shelves. Several mages are flipping through the pages of Kingdom records, Notated History of the land, Heraldic books, several in far corners are in the mist of divination spells.

https://i.imgur.com/EjZxTb6.jpeg

Next to the doorway, sitting on a chair next to you, a young Half Orc woman, with shoulder length straight black hair and almond brown eyes. She is wearing Leather armor, several darts attached to a bandolier, and a sword belt with a long sword in its sheath.
[ +- ] Wizard's Tower
Grand Master Mallard https://i.imgur.com/3z13Nou.jpeg
Master Braynard; https://i.imgur.com/FZWUWml.jpeg
Half Orc; https://i.imgur.com/UDMM6dN.jpeg
Jun 22, 2025 3:36 pm
At the mention of history and bloodlines, Lian's ears twitched. Like a dog hearing the leftovers plop into their bowl, Lian's tail, if he had one, would be wagging vigorously. He knew nothing of the conversation's details; who had taken what, why they had taken it, or how that could be of consequence to the inquisitive young researcher. What he DID hear, however- was the frequent mention of records, and that was enough to cause him to salivate with anxious research hunger.

"Records are important!", he chimed in unannounced, forgetting his place and his present location; he was just too excited to contain himself, "...they remind us of what we did and should do again, as well as what we did- and should never again repeat" he added, though the relevance of his comment in the current conversation was... questionable, at best.

It then suddenly struck young Lian that, while it was meant with the utmost respect, he had spoken out of turn, interjected himself without being called upon and, rather bluntly, forced himself through a dialogue doorway into which he was not invited.

At this Lian blushed and lowered his head submissively, "My apologies for the interjection, sir..." he uttered meekly.
Jun 22, 2025 4:03 pm
[ +- ] Lian
Jun 22, 2025 4:23 pm
Kerri thanks the squire kindly for the Master’s invitation. We’ll be there, replies our priestly debutante to the squire. Looks like we’re suddenly important, again, Kerri quips to Sir Silas.

Kerri fidgets with the holy symbol adorning her neck. A nervous habit she’s not yet bothered to break. Our priestly debutante has perhaps known Sir Silas for a time now, and admires his knightly demeanor and potential. In today’s world, it seems a young person in knightly service has two choices. Either choose life as a brave warrior, a true knight, or choose a supportive role in the priesthood. Kerri chose the latter, for which she is grateful, but she’s always respected the knights and their galant stories, and stays close to Sir Silas in order to help him in making his own story.

The church of Heironeous adheres so firmly to tradition, our priestly debutante wonders just how far her professional ceiling goes. She clings to hope and faith that her good works, along with loyalty to good friends, will push that ceiling as high as it can possibly go!

My time will come, I’m sure, she thinks to clerically-minded self.
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Jun 22, 2025 5:11 pm
Cleric and Fighter
[ +- ] Grand Knight's Hall
Jun 22, 2025 6:01 pm
Sir Silas seriously doubted that he was meant to hear the Cardinal's outburst. Fortunately the Cardinal seemed to not notice his lessers, and judging by his attitude he regarded anyone who wasn't Hieroneous himself as his lesser. He felt uncomfortable in the presence of elder knights and clergy. The elders were more involved with the kind of political dealing for which Sir Silas had no taste. His families landholdings were minor, and the Rookroosts were often left to own devices. Being even peripherally involved in the politics of royal succession made him uneasy.

He was also sure that he was 'the fighter' in Sir Setton's statement. He, as of yet had no deeds by which one such as Sir Stetton would know his name. And it seemed he would add none this day. "I have no questions. What you ask seems simple enough."
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Jun 22, 2025 7:24 pm
Kerri stands , slackjawed, momentarily. Our priestly debutante trying to process what just happened, and what she’s just been told.

Kerri glances quickly at Sir Silas, then back at Sir Statton, and simply replies, Okay.

Gathering her composure, she bows obligatorily, and stands silent and nervous. She waits while her knightly friend makes kind inquiry of the bearded senior knight.
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Jun 22, 2025 8:09 pm
As the left the Hall Silas looked down at his clothes, then his companion. "Milady, is this appropriate dress for meeting wizards?" He wore a a deep crimson shirt over a sleeveless black doublet. at his waist he wore his blade, antique in design, yet deadly in function. He wore a set of comfortable pants, designed for comfort while riding and black boots brought to a high polish. He wore a black flat cap on his head accented with a stylish red feather. Around his neck sat his chain of office, square cut red garnets set into a gold chain."

Silas doubted the wizards would be happy to have someone in heavy chain mail stomping about their sanctum, he though it best to make a good impression.
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Jun 22, 2025 9:12 pm
Dashing as always, sire, Kerri replies with a kind smile. A reply of lightheartedness coupled with sincerity.

I feel like we have friends in the Wizard’s Hall. I’m always wary of arcane arts, for their potential to do great harm, in the wrong hands. But word around is, contemporaries of ours are involved, among the wizards, and that they have responsible intentions in mind.

I’m not sure how I feel about the Church’s position in all this. As if a woman’s chances of rising in the hierarchy and succeeding weren’t hard enough, without possibly going rogue. Sorry to vent.
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Jun 22, 2025 9:36 pm
The two well dressed adventurers walked through the capital city, passing the usual merchant shops, several upper scale tavern/Inns, and several churches (Heironeous, Pelor, and St. Cuthbert) before reaching the high granite walls surrounding the Wizard's academy. It was well known that the walls were built to protect civilians from any possible errant energies from the arcane students. They reached a crystal mirror at the front when a calm low voice asked "Welcome visitor, please state the purpose of your visit"
Jun 22, 2025 9:39 pm
Kerri stays a few steps back. Allowing Sir Silas to make his introduction first. It is only afterwards, that our priestly debutante announces herself, Kerri Amblecrowne, a priestess of the Archpaladin. I’m also here to help.
Jun 22, 2025 10:23 pm
@Lian The conversation continued when a magic portal opened in the library. Two adventurers, a young lady in Vestments of Heironeous and a warrior stand outside of the front wall preparing to pass through. The last words of the conversation
"There is one record that is undisturbed, it goes back three generations before King Edward, but the journey to recover that record is dangerous.", as the portal opens, the Half Orc stops speaking and watches.

@Kerrie and Sillas; The image of a liquid substance begins to swirl within the door frame before opening into a large library. An older wizard is sitting at a desk behind several thick tomes. Across from the old mage is a human male in robes and a female half orc wearing leather armor but also wearing a holy symbol in the shape of an eye, sitting in a chair.

The calm voice returns "Please enter, the participants regarding your meeting are present and awaiting your arrival."
Jun 23, 2025 12:17 am
Sir Silas was adjusting his chain of office in the magic mirror when they were bade entrance. He slowly stepped into the room, fully aware that they had interrupted a conversation. "We have been sent from the Grand Knight's Hall. This is Kerri Ambercrowne of the Church of Hieroneous, I am Sir Silas Rookroost."
Jun 23, 2025 1:22 am
Master Braynard slides his chair back before standing. He makes a slight bow to the visitors "Well met, my name is Master Braynard the lead instructor at the academy. I'm not certain how informed you two are on the current situation we find ourselves in. So, I will do my best to explain what we do know at the moment.", the senior wizard waves for everyone to find seats "Feel free to move the books to the side of the chairs, but I ask that you handle them gently. These are very old scripts."

https://i.imgur.com/rMpi1Ca.jpeg

The spellcaster began pacing, chewing on the stalk of wheat "We shall begin with the simple and short story." munching the hard grass contemplating his presentation "King Edward and Queen Caroline sit on the throne, but she has reached the end of her child bearing years. The two have eight very strong and capable daughters, many nobles wish to see one of them to assume the throne upon the King's death. However, there are just as many nobles along with the church leadership for Heironeous, Pelor, St.Cuthbert, and Hextor who demand that the process keep within the tenets of the New Dawn Compromise a century ago. The tenet forbids a woman or a descendent from a female line, an example is that any child that is from hence forth conceived within my sister's lineage are forbidden from sitting on the throne." Master Braynard pauses, glances at the worn wheat stalk, tosses it to the floor, and looks at the young people for a moment before continuing. "Now, the Churches made the challenge; they will force King Edward to name a male heir. If you do not know of Duke Chefon, I suggest you learn who he is and how he rules. His sons are incompetent and selfish, yet the law favors their ascension."

The Half Orc interrupts the mage "Except there is a problem. King Edward and Duke Chefon are descended from a second wife, had their father King Rolland, or their Grandfather had sons born with a first wife, those sons would have as much claim to the throne as Duke Chefon"

The Mage responded "Indeed and this is where all of these problems arise and to discover the truth, we have 60 days to present it to the Church or Duke Chefon will see one of his sons become a crowned prince." he looks into the air and points towards the window at the clouds "The mystery continues, a powerful sponsor hired the thieves guild to steal all of the academies government records and heraldic research and then return it once the transcripts were altered." he slowly waves a hand towards the Half Orc female "Our friend here, Ms. Ukrava Many Pockets, discovered this contract and reported the incident to us. However, she also shared that records throughout the Kingdom were altered, with the exception of one document. The ceremony record for King Charle's regnal assignment. So, another fact we know is that Charles wasn't the actual name of the first King. The record was locked away in the Reliquary of Saint Simon. An ancient document called the 'Engravings of Monarchy' have the true answers. It was written in liquid gold onto the hide of a Unicorn then blessed and sealed with holy water before being secured in the catacombs of St. Cuthbert." He looks at the group to see if any were lost in such a long winded explanation.
Jun 23, 2025 3:40 am
Sir Silas stands, not willing to risk damaging the mage's books.
OOC:
Am I familiar with the Engravings of Monarchy? I have Knowledge: Nobility/Royalty, but it's not that high.
Jun 23, 2025 4:44 am
Kier01 says:
Sir Silas stands, not willing to risk damaging the mage's books.
OOC:
Am I familiar with the Engravings of Monarchy? I have Knowledge: Nobility/Royalty, but it's not that high.
OOC:
Roll d20 and add your total skill points. It needs to be equal or higher than 20 (obscure information. Anyone with Knowledge (History or Nobility) can roll DC 20
Jun 23, 2025 6:04 am
Sir Silas listened carefully to the Wizard. He was not completely unskilled in lore, as the Rookroost line contained many bards.
OOC:
Yeah, that was honestly a longshot
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Rolls

Knowledge: Nobility/Royalty - (1d20+1)

(7) + 1 = 8

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