Hazuki
2013-09-03, 05:23 PM
Corpses of Stronger Souls
~ (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=301437)Uttered on the lips of merchants traveling and housewives chattering was the tale of Drake Beledhel. A powerful wielder of Fey magicks and a tactician who supposedly proved herself worthy in the tests of Elven society. Although these rituals are long-guarded, she apparently was one of the most skilled to pass through them, and she was well-liked by her people. A prodigal child, one could even say, whose destiny was unfortunately not to sit upon the Great Wyrm Throne. With the passing of the last elven leader, lasting a mere ten years on the throne as Great Wyrm, the lesser-known Saraneth Bahriel was chosen and is the current Great Wyrm, but gifted Beledhel with the title of Drake, and her own lands to go with it.
As a celebration of Great Wyrm Bahriel's ascension, Drake Beledhel has seen fit to host a party with a whim unbecoming of traditions; invitations would be spread through various means, none announced, and whoever received one could attend, with passage paid for. Some see it was a symbol of her natural inspiration, others as spite for not receiving the honor of becoming the Great Wyrm, yet more as insanity, and some as though she was planning something sinister.
Nobody knew what would happen. But plenty wanted an invitation.
Through some circumstance or event, you have all ended up with an invitation to Drake Beledhel's party and set out into the crystal forests of Meloira, the elven homeland and heartland of Kali, to attend. Every guest arrived precisely on time, be it by foot, wagon, or magic, and were soon swanning about the glorious manor and enjoying a party that seemed to have little suspicious beyond an excellent host and a beautiful view of the forest that formed a sanctuary for the home, away from the dangers of the world.
Then the ball dropped. Drake Beledhel passed from one room to the next, and closed her eyes with a slit throat. Panic shot through the crowds, even among the more powerful, and the sheer variety of guests attending, thanks to the curious method of invitation, did nothing to help quell the panic with cultural differences abound. Those with magic fled via teleportation, but they were the only ones, as any attempt to leave the premises of the manor, by stepping foot into the forest, is meant with a swift end.
Now, more people are dying. Glimpses of them have been caught, and trails followed, but they all lead back to the forest. Danger and mystery hangs in the air, and you're one of six that find themselves sitting in Beledhel's study, trying to figure out what to do and trying not to let panic settle in, while the rest of the manor organizes their own situation.
Near the door sits a short woman, perfectly comfortable with a simple walking stick lying across her lap and a particularly large and uninteresting cloak covering her body, along with a hood over her head. She's yet to do anything through the disaster of the situation, save for accompanying the blind warrior woman who attends the party with her. Some would know her as Ta, long-standing companion of Saen and a talented, if soft-spoken, ex-mercenary medic.
"What will you do?" Ta finally speaks up, addressing everyone calmly.
List of the Deceased
Beledhel Cuinalune, Drake of Gryphenne. Slit throat in the main hall.
Drederick Unstun, Unaffiliated Adept of the Libram Tower. Dart in neck on basement stairs.
The Golden Lyricists, Troupe of Wyrdan Bards. Unknown cause of death, threshold of the forest.
Prominent Attendants
Serethi Brigine, head maid of Beledhel's household. She is keeping a vigil over Beledhel's body, while the other maids aid her in keeping it protected and aim to defend the home from defilement.
Maybe there are more? Who knows?
Important Notes
Any non-holdout weapons were confiscated at the door. Holdout weapons were kept by convincing the maids not to pat them down. Your weapons are being kept by the front doors; feel free to try and collect them.
The manor is on decently high alert. Suspicious actions will slowly turn the tide of the crowd against you, because word travels quickly.
Your goal is to figure out what to do. Otherwise, you may become a victim of whoever's causing this.
The manor is neutral ground, but certain areas were locked off for the duration of the party, including the basement, the attic, and the kitchen. Outside is safe, until one steps into the forest that surrounds the manor.
{table=head]Character|Weapons|Party Status
Chyra (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yhmd5URTrGeaMO2gnm_Q39wld5t4vsbYzsWUo687tbw/edit)|Pistol's Eye, Arcane Enhancer Armlet, Handheld Shield|Suspect (Frakkin' Demon)
Saen (http://mibpaste.com/EVnjvt)|5 x Throwing Daggers|Regular Guest
Yeoma (http://mibpaste.com/hPZCVA)|Grim Heritor|Regular Guest
Lucius (https://docs.google.com/document/d/19H8LKRb402dz4eDQCJepPBjaxTil7P5rb8wXqIRA2cI/edit)|Teeth|Suspect (Gorramn Vamp)
Kyra (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1poPaM93oE3x6E1BxhsodQK5wbYMSOT2Qjb4GmdY0yFo/edit)|2 x Wrist-Blades, Pistol|Suspect (Frakkin' Demon)
Ta (NPC)|Holdout Dagger|Regular Guest[/table]
~ (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=301437)Uttered on the lips of merchants traveling and housewives chattering was the tale of Drake Beledhel. A powerful wielder of Fey magicks and a tactician who supposedly proved herself worthy in the tests of Elven society. Although these rituals are long-guarded, she apparently was one of the most skilled to pass through them, and she was well-liked by her people. A prodigal child, one could even say, whose destiny was unfortunately not to sit upon the Great Wyrm Throne. With the passing of the last elven leader, lasting a mere ten years on the throne as Great Wyrm, the lesser-known Saraneth Bahriel was chosen and is the current Great Wyrm, but gifted Beledhel with the title of Drake, and her own lands to go with it.
As a celebration of Great Wyrm Bahriel's ascension, Drake Beledhel has seen fit to host a party with a whim unbecoming of traditions; invitations would be spread through various means, none announced, and whoever received one could attend, with passage paid for. Some see it was a symbol of her natural inspiration, others as spite for not receiving the honor of becoming the Great Wyrm, yet more as insanity, and some as though she was planning something sinister.
Nobody knew what would happen. But plenty wanted an invitation.
Through some circumstance or event, you have all ended up with an invitation to Drake Beledhel's party and set out into the crystal forests of Meloira, the elven homeland and heartland of Kali, to attend. Every guest arrived precisely on time, be it by foot, wagon, or magic, and were soon swanning about the glorious manor and enjoying a party that seemed to have little suspicious beyond an excellent host and a beautiful view of the forest that formed a sanctuary for the home, away from the dangers of the world.
Then the ball dropped. Drake Beledhel passed from one room to the next, and closed her eyes with a slit throat. Panic shot through the crowds, even among the more powerful, and the sheer variety of guests attending, thanks to the curious method of invitation, did nothing to help quell the panic with cultural differences abound. Those with magic fled via teleportation, but they were the only ones, as any attempt to leave the premises of the manor, by stepping foot into the forest, is meant with a swift end.
Now, more people are dying. Glimpses of them have been caught, and trails followed, but they all lead back to the forest. Danger and mystery hangs in the air, and you're one of six that find themselves sitting in Beledhel's study, trying to figure out what to do and trying not to let panic settle in, while the rest of the manor organizes their own situation.
Near the door sits a short woman, perfectly comfortable with a simple walking stick lying across her lap and a particularly large and uninteresting cloak covering her body, along with a hood over her head. She's yet to do anything through the disaster of the situation, save for accompanying the blind warrior woman who attends the party with her. Some would know her as Ta, long-standing companion of Saen and a talented, if soft-spoken, ex-mercenary medic.
"What will you do?" Ta finally speaks up, addressing everyone calmly.
List of the Deceased
Beledhel Cuinalune, Drake of Gryphenne. Slit throat in the main hall.
Drederick Unstun, Unaffiliated Adept of the Libram Tower. Dart in neck on basement stairs.
The Golden Lyricists, Troupe of Wyrdan Bards. Unknown cause of death, threshold of the forest.
Prominent Attendants
Serethi Brigine, head maid of Beledhel's household. She is keeping a vigil over Beledhel's body, while the other maids aid her in keeping it protected and aim to defend the home from defilement.
Maybe there are more? Who knows?
Important Notes
Any non-holdout weapons were confiscated at the door. Holdout weapons were kept by convincing the maids not to pat them down. Your weapons are being kept by the front doors; feel free to try and collect them.
The manor is on decently high alert. Suspicious actions will slowly turn the tide of the crowd against you, because word travels quickly.
Your goal is to figure out what to do. Otherwise, you may become a victim of whoever's causing this.
The manor is neutral ground, but certain areas were locked off for the duration of the party, including the basement, the attic, and the kitchen. Outside is safe, until one steps into the forest that surrounds the manor.
{table=head]Character|Weapons|Party Status
Chyra (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yhmd5URTrGeaMO2gnm_Q39wld5t4vsbYzsWUo687tbw/edit)|Pistol's Eye, Arcane Enhancer Armlet, Handheld Shield|Suspect (Frakkin' Demon)
Saen (http://mibpaste.com/EVnjvt)|5 x Throwing Daggers|Regular Guest
Yeoma (http://mibpaste.com/hPZCVA)|Grim Heritor|Regular Guest
Lucius (https://docs.google.com/document/d/19H8LKRb402dz4eDQCJepPBjaxTil7P5rb8wXqIRA2cI/edit)|Teeth|Suspect (Gorramn Vamp)
Kyra (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1poPaM93oE3x6E1BxhsodQK5wbYMSOT2Qjb4GmdY0yFo/edit)|2 x Wrist-Blades, Pistol|Suspect (Frakkin' Demon)
Ta (NPC)|Holdout Dagger|Regular Guest[/table]