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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 19:50:51 GMT
Konrad considered that perhaps his desire to help had been misplaced. She had, in her own way warned him after all, “Juliette, it is never been my intention to offend you. I am enjoying a chat with a beautiful woman under a matchless starlight sky. I hoped you might enjoy the company also.” His eyes hardened slightly as they searched hers for her intentions, but they seemed as fluid and mercurial as the waters. His hand tightened over hers. “And I thought I told you I had grown bored of talking?” Juliette asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him. “Perhaps a game, and the winner can do anything they like to the losing party. Fun, no?” Her attention snapped to the other ship. “Hmmm, doubt they need either of us.” “Shall we play, Konrad?” |
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 7, 2020 19:51:31 GMT
Ceutinde paused for a moment, finished her drink, and replied, "Fine. Just a moment!" She walked back to the ladderwell, saying to the captain on the way, "Could I trouble you to loan me a boat and a sailor? Seems there was a bit too much roughhousing across the way," and going down to fetch her medical bag. When she came back up, she called, "On my way, Nigel darling. Do try not to bleed out." Before clambering into the longboat and heading on over.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 19:53:53 GMT
The crowd kept up its clamor as she remembered, and hands reached out to her. Behind them she saw an empty room with a great yellowed door made of stone. That had not been there at her performance. Cool Mist settles on her arms and creeps between her breasts and up her legs and through her sweat-dampened hair. The crowd slowly quiets down as she plays and the people vanish one by one until she sees a few women in grey cloaks with staves and a well groomed gentleman with a goatee. He looked at her in apparent confusion but then shook his head and went back to his voiceless talk, as though he had lost sight of her.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 20:09:53 GMT
Konrad considered that perhaps his desire to help had been misplaced. She had, in her own way warned him after all, “Juliette, it is never been my intention to offend you. I am enjoying a chat with a beautiful woman under a matchless starlight sky. I hoped you might enjoy the company also.” His eyes hardened slightly as they searched hers for her intentions, but they seemed as fluid and mercurial as the waters. His hand tightened over hers. “And I thought I told you I had grown bored of talking?” Juliette asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him. “Perhaps a game, and the winner can do anything they like to the losing party. Fun, no?” Her attention snapped to the other ship. “Hmmm, doubt they need either of us.” “Shall we play, Konrad?” He eyed her carefully, but found himself unable to refuse. “ very well. As you like,” he said. “But I think I shall require a bit more liquid courage” he chuckled and sipped from the bottle. “Very well. We know the stakes, but what shall we play?” |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 20:15:41 GMT
He eyed her carefully, but found himself unable to refuse. “ very well. As you like,” he said. “But I think I shall require a bit more liquid courage” he chuckled and sipped from the bottle. “Very well. We know the stakes, but what shall we play?” She took the bottle and drank after him. For all she had drank, she didn’t seem much affected by it. Her movements and her voice were still clear and purposeful. “I will make a statement, and you will tell me if it is true or false.” “Fair enough?” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 20:18:32 GMT
He eyed her carefully, but found himself unable to refuse. “ very well. As you like,” he said. “But I think I shall require a bit more liquid courage” he chuckled and sipped from the bottle. “Very well. We know the stakes, but what shall we play?” She took the bottle and drank after him. For all she had drank, she didn’t seem much affected by it. Her movements and her voice were still clear and purposeful. “I will make a statement, and you will tell me if it is true or false.” “Fair enough?” “And if I am right, you will admit it fairly?” He asked, rocking slightly on his feet with the motion of the boat. |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 20:19:56 GMT
The crowd kept up its clamor as she remembered, and hands reached out to her. Behind them she saw an empty room with a great yellowed door made of stone. That had not been there at her performance. Cool Mist settles on her arms and creeps between her breasts and up her legs and through her sweat-dampened hair. The crowd slowly quiets down as she plays and the people vanish one by one until she sees a few women in grey cloaks with staves and a well groomed gentleman with a goatee. He looked at her in apparent confusion but then shook his head and went back to his voiceless talk, as though he had lost sight of her. She wanted to find out what was going on but a professional finished her song first. She belted out the last stanza, hitting all the high notes, and gradually inching closer and closer to the people in grey. "But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the nobleman's wife!" As the last notes echoed around the room, she looked to see what the people in grey were doing now. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 20:20:01 GMT
She nodded and made a cross over her left breast. “Of course. My word is my bond. Unless you think you ought to go first?”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 20:21:59 GMT
“No by all means, ladies first,” Konrad said, giving an elaborate and deliberately amusing bow. “I beg you proceed and let me separate truth from falsehood, if I can.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 20:27:15 GMT
The crowd kept up its clamor as she remembered, and hands reached out to her. Behind them she saw an empty room with a great yellowed door made of stone. That had not been there at her performance. Cool Mist settles on her arms and creeps between her breasts and up her legs and through her sweat-dampened hair. The crowd slowly quiets down as she plays and the people vanish one by one until she sees a few women in grey cloaks with staves and a well groomed gentleman with a goatee. He looked at her in apparent confusion but then shook his head and went back to his voiceless talk, as though he had lost sight of her. She wanted to find out what was going on but a professional finished her song first. She belted out the last stanza, hitting all the high notes, and gradually inching closer and closer to the people in grey. "But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the nobleman's wife!" As the last notes echoed around the room, she looked to see what the people in grey were doing now. The group made a circle of hands and walked in a circle and Silvia saw what appeared to be Most coming from the gap between them, filling the hole and expanding slowly. She starts smelling salty ocean air again as the vision fades and she is back on the deck. Zavier smiles. “Crazy, right?” |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 20:34:07 GMT
“No by all means, ladies first,” Konrad said, giving an elaborate and deliberately amusing bow. “I beg you proceed and let me separate truth from falsehood, if I can.” “Very well,” she agreed with a slight nod of her head. She smiled as she dragged the moment out, clearly enjoying Konrad’s focused attention. “Here is one I know you’ll struggle with. True or false: I am quite sane.“ |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 20:39:11 GMT
The group made a circle of hands and walked in a circle and Silvia saw what appeared to be Most coming from the gap between them, filling the hole and expanding slowly. She starts smelling salty ocean air again as the vision fades and she is back on the deck. Zavier smiles. “Crazy, right?” "Yes." Silvia was shaken but she wouldn't have admitted for anything less than a fortune. "So who were the people in grey? Wizards? Druids? Tell me what that thing really does. It's something specific to the Mist, isn't it?" |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 20:39:46 GMT
“Very well,” she agreed with a slight nod of her head. She smiled as she dragged the moment out, clearly enjoying Konrad’s focused attention. “Here is one I know you’ll struggle with. True or false: I am quite sane.“ “I am sorry to say,” he told her in reply, “that the answer to this not difficult. I wish it were otherwise. And as you have put me in a position where the truth is my only defense, I imagine you know as well as I do, and perhaps just desire someone to treat honestly with you. so I will.” He sighed, “This is false. You are not sane.” |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 20:45:08 GMT
Her grin widened. “Wrong!”
“You aren’t as perceptive as you think, my friend, and now I get to do what I want with you...” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the mouth. “Your turn. And be honest.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 20:46:31 GMT
He frowned. “Oh, you saw them,” he said in apparent dismay. “I was hoping you’d just get your memory relived. They’re...well, my family calls them Wizards but I don’t think that’s what they are. Not like we think of wizards anyway. My mas-father said that they’ve got deals with Mistlords or something, like warlocks but for the unnatural. That room is in the House of the Sun. Or I think it is, with the big door we have the key to.”
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