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Forums  > Roleplay  > Character Backgrounds  > Willom Wilde and the Cheese of Foreboding     Display using: Flat View Threaded View   Oldest to newest Newest to oldest Previous Thread :: Next Thread   Author  Thread: Re: Plot Twists Galore  James42 www.sixby9.net Joined: 21 Sep 2004 Total Posts: 192 Send PM   Re: Plot Twists Galore Posted: 19 Sep 2006 08:12 AM Wait a second...that all actually HAPPENED? I thought it was just some horrible, terrible dream brought on by eating tainted spinach. Willom Wilde--Actor, Playwrite, Head of Wilde's Vials, and fearful of all things cheesy Califus Sarten--Mercenary for Hire Bennigan Songsinger--Brooding bard.  renter6 Joined: 23 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 684 Send PM   Re: Plot Twists Galore Posted: 19 Sep 2006 09:46 AM ((Grand Guignol comes to Port Royale - I love it!!)) "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about dying." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever." -Burt Reynolds, "The End"  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   Re: Plot Twists Galore Posted: 19 Sep 2006 06:20 PM Epilogue "Well? What do you see, with those eyes of yours? What paths of future ways?" "I see, I see..." the blindfolded one murmured, "the possible end. The possible downfall. Yes... you chose well. The one named Wilde it could well be. For crimes unanswered, justice. The tipping of the great scales to restore balance." "And what of the usurpers?" the hag demanded. "All the usurpers. Not just they who occupy the homelands." "Too late it is. A virus, spreading. Never what we had will there be again. Only they." A sullen and heavy silence. "Then if this is our last chance... we must fight. For all that has been lost and all that yet will be."  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   The White Bishop Posted: 08 Oct 2006 01:11 AM ((Blast from the past! The following is dated 5 Feb 06 and takes place prior to The Proverbial Slap to the Face.)) The White Bishop Episode I: Huzzah, a Play! In which our dynamic duo meet Sir Percival’s cheery sidekick, are taught Midoran manners, have the play reviewed by His Grace The White Bishop Vidus Khain, and Iris is invited to dinner. (Northern Highway) Willom Wilde: Perhaps a drink first, Iris? To calm my nerves? Cassandra Delaine: *Glances over* Cassandra Delaine: Aha! Iris Tammarack: How about a few? Cassandra Delaine: Willom Wilde? Willom Wilde: *Eyes stare curiously at Cassandra* Um...perhaps. Iris Tammarack: *raises a brow at the woman* Cassandra Delaine: *Sticks out a hand* Cassie. Sir Percival sent me. Willom Wilde: *Starts to put out hand, then pauses at the name of Percival* Oh...Sir...Percival. Yes. *Shakes hand* Cassandra Delaine: *Beams as she drops the hand to her side* Well, come on then. Haven't got all day. Cassandra Delaine: Still have to teach you proper manners and all that. Iris Tammarack: Not much for small talk are you? ((NOTE: actually, Cassie is usually a whole lot friendlier and shy, but she had just gotten a pep talk from Percival the day before and is terrified of looking indecisive at this point in time.)) Sir Percival Sanner: *clears throat* Willom Wilde: Um...excuse me? Proper manners? Cassandra Delaine: *Jumps* Sir Percival Sanner: Just the man I wanted to see. Sir Percival Sanner: Mr Wilde. Willom Wilde: *Turns with a start* Cassandra Delaine: Sir! Mister Percival sir I was just sending him on his way. Iris Tammarack: *looks back at the sound* Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Ms Delaine. Willom Wilde: Ah! Sir Percival, would you -please- not sneak up on me like that? Sir Percival Sanner: *glances at Iris and nods* Sir Percival Sanner: Sneak? Willom Wilde: My nerves are already quite shot! Sir Percival Sanner: My we are quite jumpy. Sir Percival Sanner: Then I do apologize. Sir Percival Sanner: *reaches into his pack* Sir Percival Sanner: I have something for the two of you. Willom Wilde: *Sighs* No trouble, really. Iris Tammarack: It's like a horse, you need to approach from the front. Sir Percival Sanner: You may thank Ms Delaine there. *looks at Iris* Quite. Willom Wilde: You have something? For us? Iris Tammarack: What is this? *looks over the clothing* Willom Wilde: Oh, my. It's quite nice. ((Designed some snazzy-looking clothes in the "New Midoran" style for them to wear.)) Sir Percival Sanner: This is for you to wear while seeing the Arch Bishop. Willom Wilde: A touch drab, perhaps, but fine workmanship none-the-less. Iris Tammarack: *slightly strained* Thank you Sir Percival. That is very kind of you. Sir Percival Sanner: Oh and Ms Delaine...this is for you. Cassandra Delaine: Hey! It's all the rage in Mid- Cassandra Delaine: Me? Sir Percival Sanner: Yes. Cassandra Delaine: *Blinks* I'mnotgoingtomeettheWhiteBishopsir. Sir Percival Sanner: *hands her some clothes* Cassandra Delaine: *Goes red, then white* Sir Percival Sanner: Now then. Sir Percival Sanner: Those outfits should suffice. Willom Wilde: You look...quite impressive, Sir Percival. ((He's got a snazzy red coat I made, also in the "New Midoran" style.)) Sir Percival Sanner: I see....oh...why thank you Mr Wilde. Cassandra Delaine: *Puts the bundle carefully away into her pack* Sir Percival Sanner: You have met Ms Delaine? Willom Wilde: You make a strong statement to be certain. Iris Tammarack: Those are some fancy clothes you have on. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* Willom Wilde: *Nods* We have. Very charming. Cassandra Delaine: I was very decisive sir. *Nods* Sir Percival Sanner: Yes she is....im glad you like her. Sir Percival Sanner: She will be your guide. Willom Wilde: Yes. Charmingly decisive. Sir Percival Sanner: And protector. Sir Percival Sanner: Well along with Grunge that is. Iris Tammarack: Just her? *glances around* Iris Tammarack: Oh. Kind of hoped he had been forgotten. Sir Percival Sanner: No no Ms Tammarack. Sir Percival Sanner: Grunge will answer to Ms Delaine. Willom Wilde: Now, is this Grunge thing really all that necessary. I'll have you know...*Holds up arms*...I have developed....a muscle. Sir Percival Sanner: Her alone.! Sir Percival Sanner: *blink* Yes....most impressive. Sir Percival Sanner: Its amazing you can hold that arm up. Willom Wilde: Yes! Feel it! It is quite firm! Iris Tammarack: Willom, Percival doesn't want to feel your muscle. Sir Percival Sanner: No thats quite all right. Sir Percival Sanner: *furrows brow* Sir Percival Sanner: As I was saying.....Ms Delaine will also educate you. Sir Percival Sanner: Isnt that right Ms Delaine? Sir Percival Sanner: *turns* Cassandra Delaine: Yessir. Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Good. Iris Tammarack: Is she a certified instructor? Sir Percival Sanner: I assure you she is quite capable. Willom Wilde: Educated? In what way do we need to be educated? I'll have you know, I have studied throughout this land. Sir Percival Sanner: *turns to Willom* Iris Tammarack: Good. Only want to be taught by the best you know. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* Cassandra Delaine: Oh, but you've never had to meet the White Bishop. Cassandra Delaine: There's RULES, you know. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* Indeed there are. Cassandra Delaine: You could lose your head if you're not careful Cassandra Delaine: *Nods* Iris Tammarack: Oh, that would be bad I suppose. Willom Wilde: *Pales* Oh, well. Yes, there is that, isn't there. Sir Percival Sanner: She will also quote various scriptures to you. Cassandra Delaine: *Beams* Sir Percival Sanner: Repeatedly. Sir Percival Sanner: Why with that play you are writing im sure it will come in handy. Willom Wilde: Oh, scriptures. How splendid...*swallows* Repeatedly? Wonderful. Doubles the pleasure. Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Yes yes. Sir Percival Sanner: Oh and fear not... Sir Percival Sanner: Grunge has been instructed to protect you. Sir Percival Sanner: He shall take orders from Ms Delaine here without fail. Sir Percival Sanner: Now dont you feel better? Iris Tammarack: Good to know. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* Willom Wilde: *Looks to Cassandra* Well, that will be most impressive to witness. Cassandra Delaine: I heard he's -green- Cassandra Delaine: *Impressed* Willom Wilde: *To Cassandra* I just hope you do not end up in his little satchel, Ms. Delaine. Cassandra Delaine: Satchel? Sir Percival Sanner: *shakes head* Now now Mr WIlde. Sir Percival Sanner: No sense talking about that. Cassandra Delaine: *Nervous look at Percival* Willom Wilde: Yes. It's where he keeps his 'girlfriend', you see. Sir Percival Sanner: Grunge had his reasons. Sir Percival Sanner: *sigh* Cassandra Delaine: His, uh, what? Sir Percival Sanner: Fear not Ms Delaine. Cassandra Delaine: In a satchel. Willom Wilde: *Looks to Percival with wide eyes* His...REASONS? Oh, did he get those reasons from the Book of MIdoran?? Sir Percival Sanner: He will not harm you in any way. Iris Tammarack: What reason could there possibly for killing your girlfriend and keeping her head? Cassandra Delaine: Yessir. Sir Percival Sanner: We should not look on those of lesser intellect with a downcast eye. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* Sir Percival Sanner: I would expect more of you Mr Wilde. Sir Percival Sanner: *slight sneer* Willom Wilde: *Takes a breath* I'm...sorry. Let's forget about him. Iris Tammarack: What a wonderful idea. Sir Percival Sanner: However.....as I said....Grunge will not harm you or Ms Tammarack. Sir Percival Sanner: He will be your.....*grins* Friend! Willom Wilde: *Mutters* Other than for his odor. Sir Percival Sanner: What was that? Cassandra Delaine: [Tell] Worries me when Percival grins or smiles... Iris Tammarack: *gives Willom a warning glance* Willom Wilde: Um...nothing. Sir Percival Sanner: Mhmm well then I shall now leave you in the capable hands of Ms Delaine. Sir Percival Sanner: *turns to Cass* Sir Percival Sanner: Ms Delaine! Cassandra Delaine: Yessir. Sir Percival Sanner: You may begin your education! Sir Percival Sanner: *bows* Cassandra Delaine: Yessir. Sir Percival Sanner: I do wish you all safe travels. Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Willom Wilde: I will mourn the loss of your company, Sir Percival. Willom Wilde: *Bows pretentiously* A blessed day to you! Sir Percival Sanner: Yes......As...you....*trails off* Iris Tammarack: Thanks Sir Percival. Safe travels to you as well. Cassandra Delaine: *Stands under the cover, flipping open a page at random* Willom Wilde: *Exhales* Iris Tammarack: *watches Percival leave* Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] Drive him crazy!!!! HAHA Cassandra Delaine: "There is no true god except for Midoran!" Cassandra Delaine: Okay. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] LOVE THIS COAT!!! Cassandra Delaine: *Shuts book* Cassandra Delaine: Off we go then. Cassandra Delaine: [Tell/Percival] Oyah. Neat coat! Willom Wilde: *Blinks* Um...okay. Cassandra Delaine: Come on, come on, haven't got all day. Iris Tammarack: Okay then. Let's do this thing. Cassandra Delaine: *Waves them towards the horses* Willom Wilde: Yes, yes. Of course. Willom Wilde: Surely a ship would be more comfortable? Willom Wilde: We...we could study on the deck! Cassandra Delaine: Nonsense Cassandra Delaine: Gotta build up your character Willom Wilde: Oh, yes. Character. I did not realize that resided in my lower half. Cassandra Delaine: Oh, it resides in all halves. *Brightly* Iris Tammarack: More muscles to build Willom. Cassandra Delaine: *Babbles random quotes from the Book of Midoran all the way to Midor* (Midor Stables) Cassandra Delaine: ..."Then the holocaust was complete"... Willom Wilde: *Rubbing backside* Cassandra Delaine: "And still Midoran stood" Cassandra Delaine: "alone this time" Willom Wilde: *Eyes are glazed over from Cassandra's recitation* Cassandra Delaine: "The water, clear again, trickled from his forehead" Cassandra Delaine: "And as it fell it gave life to new beings" Willom Wilde: Say! I've heard that the vocal chords need rest, or you may seriously damage them! Yes! It's true! Iris Tammarack: *brushes sand off* Sorry. Cassandra Delaine: "It watered and quenched the tree and fueled the fiery forge" Cassandra Delaine: *Walks with nose in book* Cassandra Delaine: "It satiated the beast" Willom Wilde: *Rolls eyes to Iris* Cassandra Delaine: "And still, all were bound to Midoran" Cassandra Delaine: *Snaps shut the book* Iris Tammarack: Still. Cassandra Delaine: Wow, that's profound. (Midor Outskirts) Willom Wilde: So tell me, Cassandra. Have you lived in Midor your whole life? Cassandra Delaine: Nope Cassandra Delaine: Actually, haven't been back lately Cassandra Delaine: *Scratches head* Been travelling a lot. Cassandra Delaine: I saw you once! *Brightly* Willom Wilde: *Raises brow* Really? That's very interesting. You might find it...quite different now. Willom Wilde: *Smiles* You saw me? A show? Cassandra Delaine: You were in the play, with the dress! Cassandra Delaine: I was the cleaner. Had to clean up the mess the audience left. *Nods* Iris Tammarack: You saw that? Cassandra Delaine: Ohh, I did. Cassandra Delaine: *To Iris* Willom Wilde: *Eyes stare* You were there, huh? That was...my last show. Cassandra Delaine: Really? Why? Willom Wilde: *Shakes head slowly, looking distant* It is...a long story, my dear. Cassandra Delaine: Oh... Willom Wilde: But, I hope you liked the performance. Iris Tammarack: *looks to Cassandra with a raised brow* Why were you cleaning? Willom Wilde: Oh, our shows could get quite...messy. Cassandra Delaine: Oh, juggling jobs... *walks off with hands in pockets* Iris Tammarack: I see, odd jobs as you traveled? Cassandra Delaine: I think I had about three or four at the time... yes Cassandra Delaine: Oh! Iris Tammarack: *stiffens and swallows* Cassandra Delaine: Right, right. Need to do the etiquette stuff. Cassandra Delaine: Okay. Cassandra Delaine: Now... Willom Wilde: Oh, yes. Ettiquette. Cassandra Delaine: You address the White Bishop as "Your Grace" Cassandra Delaine: When you meet him, make sure you bow. He will hold out his hand to you. Cassandra Delaine: You need to kiss the rings on his fingers. *Nods* Willom Wilde: Each one? Cassandra Delaine: Well, just the signet. *She amends* Iris Tammarack: Kiss...the rings? *furrows brow* Willom Wilde: Ah. Iris Tammarack: Which one is that? Cassandra Delaine: The big one. Willom Wilde: What a pleasure awaits our lips. Cassandra Delaine: You'll need to tidy up, so we ought to stop at the Unicorn Inn first. Iris Tammarack: Okay...Your Grace...kiss the ring. Easy enough. Willom Wilde: Oh, yes! That sounds lovely! Perhaps a drink...or two...or six... Cassandra Delaine: No! Cassandra Delaine: No, that would be -bad- Cassandra Delaine: *Nods* Willom Wilde: *Startles* Cassandra Delaine: You should go in there with a clear head Cassandra Delaine: or you might walk out with NO head. Iris Tammarack: -That- would be bad. Willom Wilde: Er...of course. Cassandra Delaine: *Drops voice* And don't mention Undead... or other religions... or heretics... Cassandra Delaine: That would -also- be bad. Cassandra Delaine: *Nods* Willom Wilde: But...how can I -not- mention heretics. My play deals with the Heralds of Aristi, after all. Cassandra Delaine: Oh. Well, don't approve of them then. Willom Wilde: Oh, of course not! Willom Wilde: The play reveals their corrupt desire for power. Cassandra Delaine: Oh, that should go down well, I suppose. Cassandra Delaine: *Brightly* Now let's go to the Inn. Iris Tammarack: Your Grace...kiss the ring...no undead, religions, or heretics. Anything else? Cassandra Delaine: None that I can think of! Cassandra Delaine: Impress him with quotes from the Book of Midoran if you can. Willom Wilde: You forgot to bow, Iris. Don't forget to bow before you kiss the ring! Cassandra Delaine: Yes, bow, then say Your Grace, then kiss the ring. *as she walks* Willom Wilde: No, no. Iris Tammarack: Darnit. Your Grace...bow...kiss the ring...no undead, religion, or heretics. Cassandra Delaine: Don't kiss the ring if he hasn't offered his hand Iris Tammarack: Wait, bow first? Willom Wilde: You said Your Grace, then bow, then kiss. Cassandra Delaine: Oh, that works too Willom Wilde: It better. Cassandra Delaine: Isn't this exciting? Willom Wilde: I can hardly contain myself. (Unicorn Inn) Cassandra Delaine: *Looks around* Funny... Willom Wilde: Yes? Cassandra Delaine: There used to be a very dodgy man here named Esteban. Cassandra Delaine: Oh well. Now you don't have to worry about him trying to cheat you. Cassandra Delaine: Never agree to play cards with him *Nods* Iris Tammarack: Yes, he was a regular here. Cassandra Delaine: My friend found out. Willom Wilde: *Startles at the name* Oh? Really? Never heard of him. Really. Cassandra Delaine: Go on upstairs and freshen up. I'll order food. Willom Wilde: *Looks to Iris* Oh, you must be thinking of someone else, Iris. Willom Wilde: *Nods to Cassandra* All right. Iris Tammarack: Oh, silly me. I was thinking of another tavern. Iris Tammarack: And another man. (Unicorn Inn - Upstairs) ((Those two head upstairs)) Willom Wilde: Well, Iris. You actually do look quite lovely in that gown, I must say. Though I am sure you could even make Serapha's dress look good. Iris Tammarack: You look very dapper yourself. Willom Wilde: Well, thank you. (Unicorn Inn) Willom Wilde: Well, a very nice suit. However, I must complain. *Holds out arms* The sleeves are a bit short. Cassandra Delaine: Oh dear. Cassandra Delaine: Hopefully it won't be too noticeable *bites lower lip* Iris Tammarack: Just keep your arms at your sides and don't extend them. Willom Wilde: Oh, it will be fine. I shall just not go like this again...*holds out arms straight ahead*...Not much call for that, I suppose. Cassandra Delaine: I've ordered some soup and some dessert. Try not to get any on yourselves. *Nods* Cassandra Delaine: I'm going to go find something else to wear *heads upstairs* Iris Tammarack: *smiles* We'll do our best. Willom Wilde: *Stands* Certainly, dear. ((Left them alone to see how they'd stress out)) Iris Tammarack: *sits very uncomfortably, folding and unfolding her hands* Willom Wilde: Well, it certainly looks like a delicious meal, though soup seems a bit quaint to me. More of an appetizer than a meal, really. Iris Tammarack: Don't tell me you actually have an appetite. Willom Wilde: *Looks down at soup and cake, then back to Iris* Have you seen me actually eat any of it yet? Iris Tammarack: *laughs* No, I suppose not. Willom Wilde: *Turns to Cara as she approaches* Well, hello again, little girl. Good to see you again. Willom Wilde: *Sees Casandra approach and stands* Cassandra Delaine: *Tugs nervously at skirt* So. How're we going? Willom Wilde: *Bows* You look quite becoming, Cassandra. ((More like messily dignified in a toga.)) Iris Tammarack: *looks over to Cassandra* That is a lovely dress. Cassandra Delaine: Right, right. How's the education coming along? *Shifts from one foot to the other* Willom Wilde: Well, um. We sat. We, um, looked at the food, and, um... Cassandra Delaine: *Tries in vain to push the stray strands out of her face* I mean, are we ready to go and not die? Iris Tammarack: I think so. Willom Wilde: Oh yes! Well. That would be a very nice idea! Lets do that, shall we? Especially the "not die" part. Quite fond of that. Cassandra Delaine: Same here. *Nods* Iris Tammarack: So...we are all in agreement. No dying today. Cassandra Delaine: Oh, Sir Percival would be very mad at me if you died. Iris Tammarack: I imagine he would. Willom Wilde: Oh, I would imagine he'd be quite put out. Cassandra Delaine: Yes, he'd say, *eerily accurate impersonation* Miss Delaine! Cassandra Delaine: I thought I told you to educate them properly! Cassandra Delaine: *Shakes fist* Cassandra Delaine: *Stern frown* Willom Wilde: *Chuckles* That was -just- like him! Cassandra Delaine: Anyway, can't be late. Cassandra Delaine: That's another rule. Cassandra Delaine: Don't be too early, don't be too late. Willom Wilde: *Face falls* No, I...suppose not. Cassandra Delaine: ...Let's go *walks quickly* Iris Tammarack: *sighs* (Midor Temple) Cassandra Delaine: *Genuflects before the throne* Iris Tammarack: *tries to walk with grace and poise* Cassandra Delaine: Vestry's on the right. I'll wait out here. *Quietly* Willom Wilde: *Stares with trepidation upon the throne* Willom Wilde: You're...not coming with us? Willom Wilde: *Sighs a hitching sigh* Iris Tammarack: *swallows* Willom Wilde: *Looks nervoulsy at the righteous Swords* Oh, um...hello. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *The famliar-looking woman materialises out of thin air* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Cold, emotionless tone* The Preceptor will see you know. Iris Tammarack: *bows* Hello again madam. Willom Wilde: *Face slackens* Oh...hello. ((This is the Inquisitor who would later be named Velia. She was sent by Vidus himself to track down Willom and keep an eye on him.)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Turns sharply on her heel* Willom Wilde: *Gives Iris a desperate look* Here we go. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Knocks and announces* Willom Wilde and Iris Tammarack to see His Grace, the White Bishop Vidus Khain. Iris Tammarack: *shaking hands held together* Willom Wilde: *Nervously straightens suit* ((The two enter, led by the Inquisitor; within, Vidus is talking to another Inquisitor and Jerec, who is in Inquisitor armour.)) Vidus Khain: That will be all. Vidus Khain: You are dismissed Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Bows* Yes, Preceptor. Vidus Khain: *looks past the Inquisitor and Jerec to the newcomers* Jerec Duvados: *Silent bow* Willom Wilde: *Looks to Vidus* Your Grace. Willom Wilde: *Bows* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Let's go, Duvados. Jerec Duvados: ~Throws a coolly appraising gaze at the two visitors as he follows the inquisitor out~ Iris Tammarack: Your Grace. *bows* Vidus Khain: *trains his attention on Willom* Ah, Mr. Wilde. So glad you could join me. Willom Wilde: An absolute honor, your Grace. Iris Tammarack: *moves to stand next to Willom* Willom Wilde: *Rubs hands nervously, then consciously puts them to his side* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Stands silently in the background* Willom Wilde: Truly one of the most profound moments of my life! Vidus Khain: And Ms. Tammarack. An added pleasure. *motions to the seats, then calls to a nearby Acolyte* Bring in tea. Our guests must be thirsty Willom Wilde: Oh, you are too kind, your Grace. Iris Tammarack: *bows* It is a pleasure to be in your company Your Grace. Vidus Khain: *levels his gaze at Willom* You know your place. Very good. Please, have a seat Willom Wilde: *Bows* Iris Tammarack: *sits on the edge of the couch* Vidus Khain: *silently accepts the tea from the Acolyte, and waits for Willom and Iris to be offered tea before speaking* Willom Wilde: *Takes tea with a smile from the acolyte* Willom Wilde: *Tea cup rattles on its saucer* Iris Tammarack: *accepts tea with a shaking hand* Willom Wilde: *Puts other hand up to hold it* Vidus Khain: *sips the tea in a delicate way, then puts down the cup* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Steps back quietly into a shadow and vanishes* Willom Wilde: *Tries to take a sip of tea, but cup shakes too much. Sets cup back down on saucer, where it continues to rattle* Vidus Khain: So, Mr. Willom...do you have my play? Iris Tammarack: ~looks to Willom while sipping her tea carefully~ Willom Wilde: *Give a twitchy smile* I...have, your Grace. It is mostly complete. Just a few details that I can fill in with your blessed knowledge. Vidus Khain: Show me. Willom Wilde: *Cup begins to rattle louder. Willom clamps other hand over the top, sets it down carefully, and then reaches into his pack* Vidus Khain: *holds up his hand* Willom Wilde: *Pulls out script and hands it slowly to Vidus* You honor me to even gaze upon it, your Grace. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *A sudden touch of air at your neck; cold steel at your throat* Willom Wilde: *Eyes flash open with shock and breath hitches* Vidus Khain: *accepts the document and flips through the first several pages* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Willom] *A whisper at your ear* Hands away from the pack. Slowly. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Willlom] Put it on the ground. Iris Tammarack: ~glances over to Willom~ ((The Inquisitor is hidden; gotta love Hide in Plain Sight.)) Vidus Khain: Hmm, yes *he says, his eyes not leaving the paper* You would be wise to be cautious about pulling things out of packs around me. ONe never knows Willom Wilde: *Slowly, stiffly, sets pack down on the ground with a whine* Vidus Khain: *his lips curl up at the corners as he reads* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Willom] *Cold whisper* Good. You will keep your hands where I can see them. Willom Wilde: *In a thin, mousy voice* Of course. *Puts hands up into view* Vidus Khain: *motions slightly* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Willom] *The cold pressure against your throat vanishes* Willom Wilde: *Lets out a hefty breath and relaxes slightly* Vidus Khain: *closes the document after having paged through the first act and part of the second Willom Wilde: *Stammers* Your Grace. I am perfectly aware...some things...revisions are expected, of course... Vidus Khain: Your grasp on historical accuracy is, Mir Wilde, at best wildly inaccurate Iris Tammarack: *looks cautiously to Vidus* Vidus Khain: This...represents your best effort? The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *When you next look down, your pack has vanished* Willom Wilde: *Gives a painful grin that is more grimace* Well, a playright sometimes must...expound...upon the truth...to make that truth clear. Vidus Khain: [DM] hmm...what to dow ith him...the play is fine by Vidus's standars. it places a good lighton him, and that's what is important Iris Tammarack: *begins to twirl a lock of hair nervously* The Butcher: [Tell/Vidus] Just point out the mistakes. "Make these revisions" Vidus Khain: Truth, you say. *begins paging through Act II* Willom Wilde: It is...an art..you see. There- There is spiritual truth as well as historical truth...as you know! Vidus Khain: Of course I know this. Do not think to preach to me about spiritual truth, Mr. Wilde *his voice remains dangerously calm flecked with ice* Willom Wilde: But...but...I was aware that I would need some guidance, of course! *Is rambling, then looks down, and quiets* Willom Wilde: *Eyes dart about his feet, looking left and right, then under his legs* Iris Tammarack: *quietly speaks up* It is just his first draft your Grace. Vidus Khain: Please...help yourself to more tea *his eyes do not leave the page* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *Five minutes later you find your pack by your feet again, apparently having been searched* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] ((I hope you didn't have anything incriminating... other than the dress)) Willom Wilde: *Reaches out for tea, hand trembling terribly, and he retracts and puts hand on lap* Willom Wilde: [Tell] Willom may not be very wise, but would have been smart enough not to bring the real script. Vidus Khain: You will, of course, hold the play in MIdor The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Oh thank Midoran for that Willom Wilde: [Tell] There is, however, the leaf from Elsa. Don't know what they'd think of that. Vidus Khain: *closes the manuscript* I will need time to review this properly Vidus Khain: *stands* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] There is the Maldovian shield too *wryly* Iris Tammarack: Take all of the time you need, your Grace. Willom Wilde: But...your Grace, if I may humbly interject. I believe this play could provide so much more service outside of Midor, where the truth is still hiden. Willom Wilde: [Tell] Ohmygod...I forgot about that!!!! Vidus Khain: *his eyes narrow, then soften again* I will take your suggestion into consideration. Vidus Khain: You shall be my personal guest during your stay in MIdor, whild I review the manuscript Willom Wilde: We...are honored, your Grace. Vidus Khain: Accomodations have been arranged for you Iris Tammarack: *bows* That is very kind of you, your Grace. The Butcher: [Tell/Vidus] He is not to leave? Vidus Khain: [DM] what's the fasionable inn int he noble section? Vidus Khain: [DM] and..he never realy said that they couldn't leave Vidus Khain: At the Unicorn Inn... Willom Wilde: A wonderful locale, your Grace. Vidus Khain: *looks at Iris, a light in his eye* What a lovely dress, my dear. Red truely is your color Iris Tammarack: *bows* Thank you your Grace, Sir Percival was kind enough to help out with my attire. Vidus Khain: I was about to take my dinner. You will join me, I hope? Vidus Khain: [DM] *grins evilly* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Vidus] *Laughs herself silly* Willom Wilde: *Blinks and stammers* You are...too kind, your Grace. The...honor... Vidus Khain: *holds up his hand* Ms. Tammarack? Iris Tammarack: Dinner would be wonderful your Grace. *takes his hand* Willom Wilde: *Stares at Vidus' hand, then at Iris* Vidus Khain: *motions to the Inquisitor* Please show Mr. Wilde to his room at the Unicorn Inn. And inform the kitchen that Ms. Tammarack will be joining me tonight. Willom Wilde: *Jaw moves in silent motion as he looks from Iris, to Vidus, and to Iris again* Iris Tammarack: ~looks to Willom with a panicked look~ Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Yes, Preceptor. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Bows, steps into the shadow of the column, and vanishes* Willom Wilde: ...... Willom Wilde: Your...Grace... Willom Wilde: *Bows* Vidus Khain: Mr. Wilde *nods his dismissal* Willom Wilde: *Walks away, looking back frequently with a pale, shocked expression* Willom Wilde: *Looks back, staring helplessly at the door* ((Iris is now alone with Vidus, Willom is outside the door trying to walk as slowly as possible.)) Vidus Khain: *snaps his finger, which brings an Acolyte rushing to him* See that Ms. Tammarack's needs are met. And find Brother Riely, and tell him to get two bottles of the '55 from my personal stock. Iris Tammarack: *bows* You are too kind your Grace. Vidus Khain: If you will excuse me, my dear. I have some matters to attend to before dinner. You will be taken care of Willom Wilde: *Looks to the Enforcers at the door and attempts a smile* He is...a remarkable man. Quite impressive. Willom Wilde: I...*Nods*...I think that went...quite well. Vidus Khain: *offers a hand to her* Willom Wilde: Don't you think? Iris Tammarack: *bows* Thank you. I look forward to seeing you soon your Grace. Iris Tammarack: *takes his hand and, uncertainly, kisses his ring* Vidus Khain: *graps her hand gently, but firmly, and raises the back of it to his lips. He kisses it lightly* Vidus Khain: As do I, my dear Vidus Khain: I will return soon Iris Tammarack: *bows as he leaves* Iris Tammarack: *begins shaking and sits heavily down on the couch* ((Willom goes on ahead to the Unicorn Inn)) (Midor Temple) Iris Tammarack: *tries to walk slowly, with grace and poise, but is shaking terribly* (Unicorn Inn) Willom Wilde: Come 'ere, lil girl. Let uncle Wiwwom tell you a shtory... Willom Wilde: ...Itsh a marvelloush tale about a a poor actor... Willom Wilde: ...itsh a tragedy, really. Sad, sad, sad. Iris Tammarack: Hello Willom. Willom Wilde: *Turns with red, swimming eyes to Iris* Irish!!!! Iris Tammarack: *eyes wide* My goodness, have you been drinking this whole time? Willom Wilde: Absholutely not! I mosht shertainly paused for sheveral words and a few breaths. Iris Tammarack: Why are you doing this to yourself? It isn't going to help you know. Willom Wilde: *Pishaws her noisily and waves a floppy hand at her* Welllllll, it shertainly ishn't going to HURT! Willom Wilde: *Laughs loudly* Iris Tammarack: Oh yes it will...when you wake up in the morning. Willom Wilde: Well, maybe I'll be lucky for once and tommorrow won't come. Iris Tammarack: It is guaranteed to come. Vidus has invited me to dinner tomorrow. *sighs and puts her head in her hands* Willom Wilde: *Head drops to table into hands* Vidush!! Vidush!!! Iris Tammarack: I think he likes me Willom. What am I supposed to do? If I refuse his invitation, off goes my head. Willom Wilde: He'll shteal you away from me, an' then he'll jushticate- Jushtify- justi- Kill me! Iris Tammarack: He won't steal me away from anyone if I have any say in the matter. Willom Wilde: *Raises face, looking accusingly at Iris* You like him, don't you Irish! I shaw how you looked at him. Iris Tammarack: *jaw drops* You can't be serious Willom. Willom Wilde: A man of power...of shtature...Oh sure...he's got a -throne-. *Twirls finger* Whopdeedo!!! Iris Tammarack: *looks around* Um...careful what you say in here, remember what city we are in. Willom Wilde: And thosh old guys...the gray hair...the s-sh-shophistification. *Eyes narrow* Yeah, you girlsh all love that, don't you? Iris Tammarack: *calmly* Willom, you are drunk and you don't know what you are saying. Let's get you to that room. Willom Wilde: *Face cracks* But what me, huh? What about the man that hash pledged his love to you, huh? Huh? Iris Tammarack: *stands and helps Willom out of his chair* Iris Tammarack: Wait...pledged your love? What are you talking about? Willom Wilde: *Eyes strain, just to the point of passing out* I...didn't? *Thinks hard* Oh, coulda swore that happened somewhere. Willom Wilde: Maybe tomorrow....*Teeters and falls backward* Iris Tammarack: *puts her arm around his waist* Let's just get you upstairs to your bed. Willom Wilde: *Mumbling almost incoherently* I mish my penquin. Shcrapper loved me... Willom Wilde: *Snores* Iris Tammarack: *grabs him under his arms and hoists him up* Let's get you to bed. You can dream of Scrapper. Iris Tammarack: *drags his limp body to the stairs* Iris Tammarack: *hauls Willom up the stairs and through the door* Iris Tammarack: *puts Willom into his bed and collapses on the floor near him, exhausted*  Fictrix Joined: 22 Jan 2005 Total Posts: 3042 Send PM   The White Bishop #2 Posted: 08 Oct 2006 04:14 AM ((13 Feb 2006)) The White Bishop Episode II: Dinner in the Temple In which the situation goes from bad to worse and our heroes are literally captivated (or rather, held captive) by Midoran hospitality. ( The Great Plains ) Nicodimus the Scribe: *gasps* Me?! Willom Wilde: I actually have -some- bargaining power with Jessup. Willom Wilde: Yes, you. Nicodimus the Scribe: Oh? Nicodimus the Scribe: You do? Willom Wilde: *Nods* Nicodimus the Scribe: What is that? Willom Wilde: It does no good for Jessup if I die. Nicodimus the Scribe: No that is true. Willom Wilde: And, any threats he lays upon me are merely diluted by the threats of Midor and Vidus. Nicodimus the Scribe: *nods* Mr Wilde....you must see your position from a more positive point of view. Nicodimus the Scribe: You are needed by Midor as well. Nicodimus the Scribe: Dont you see? Willom Wilde: *Furrows brow* Er...no. Nicodimus the Scribe: You are going to be their......town crier so to speak. Nicodimus the Scribe: Spreading the word of Midoran! Nicodimus the Scribe: *stiffens* Willom Wilde: Yes, well...that is what I'm trying to sell them. ((In the meantime, I'm over at the Buckshire Trading Post buying a dress from Angel...)) Acquired Item: Red Mini Skirt Lost 10GP Transaction Successful! Nicodimus the Scribe: Oh and dont worry about Mister Jessup... Nicodimus the Scribe: He never said he would kill you! Nicodimus the Scribe: Pffft! Vidus has joined as a player.. Willom Wilde: Yes, he only threatened to take my hands! Nicodimus the Scribe: Yes you see?! The Butcher: [Tell/Iris] *Points to forums* A gift from the White Bishop ((See Dinner with the White Bishop)) Nicodimus the Scribe: Thats not killing. Lost Item: Red Mini Skirt Willom Wilde: Nico...I would very much like to NOT see you anymore today. Nicodimus the Scribe: *blink* Willom Wilde: I find your company...unpleasant. Iris Tammarack: [Tell] Gee, thanks :) Nicodimus the Scribe: Oh...come now Mr WIlde...you are on the brink of greatness! Nicodimus the Scribe: Dont let the pressure get to you now! Willom Wilde: We shall find you when we next need you. Nicodimus the Scribe: Oh one last thing... Willom Wilde: *Sighs* Mister Jessup has requested that you look at the tour shop for a moment when you have a chance. Willom Wilde: Why? Nicodimus the Scribe: That is where you will be rehearsing your play and putting on the first performance. Nicodimus the Scribe: *nods* Willom Wilde: Will I see the axe he will use to cut my hands off? Nicodimus the Scribe: Hes made some renovations there. Iris Tammarack: There can't possibly be enough room. Nicodimus the Scribe: Just for you. Willom Wilde: *Face freezes* T-the...play...at...P & J's? Nicodimus the Scribe: Yes...oh just for a selct few you see. Nicodimus the Scribe: Some of Mister Jessup's closest friends. Nicodimus the Scribe: *nods smiling* Willom Wilde: *Brow lowers* A -private- performance? Nicodimus the Scribe: Yes. Willom Wilde: But...how...how will he make any money? Nicodimus the Scribe: He wants to see you direct as well. Nicodimus the Scribe: He wants to see you direct as well.Nicodimus the Scribe: *chuckles* Nicodimus the Scribe: That will all come in time Mr WIlde. Willom Wilde: He wants to see ME? Why? Nicodimus the Scribe: *blinks* I guess he likes you. *shrugs* Nicodimus the Scribe: He is the producer of course. Willom Wilde: *Rubs hands nervously* Nicodimus the Scribe: The gold he gave you ....you see. *smiles* Iris Tammarack: *looks to the bird* d'Artagnan, go hunt. ((She unsummons her animal companion)) Nicodimus the Scribe: He will be giving you more soon. Nicodimus the Scribe: I believe the sum of twenty five thousand. Willom Wilde: I want no more from him! I didn't want his FIRST payment!!! Nicodimus the Scribe: *gulp* Nicodimus the Scribe: Mr Wilde. Willom Wilde: *Blinks* T-twenty-five? Nicodimus the Scribe: Yes. Nicodimus the Scribe: Twenty five. Willom Wilde: Oh, gods. That'll buy him my legs!!!!! Nicodimus the Scribe: Imagine what you could do with that. Nicodimus the Scribe: No no. Willom Wilde: Imagine what he could take FROM me with that!!!! Nicodimus the Scribe: Is only half of it as well. Nicodimus the Scribe: Mr Wilde think..-Positive!- Willom Wilde: No!! No more!!! I refuse!! Nicodimus the Scribe: You are going to be a success! Nicodimus the Scribe: *blink* Nicodimus the Scribe: So you want me to tell him .....no? Willom Wilde: *Pales* Iris Tammarack: Not a good idea Willom. Willom Wilde: *Distractedly, with gaunt expression* I....I must go...We must...we have an...appointment. Willom Wilde: In...Midor. Willom Wilde: *Mumbling as he walks away* twenty-five thousand...? Nicodimus the Scribe: *nods* Iris Tammarack: Don't tell Mister Jessup yes or no Nico. We'll talk later. Nicodimus the Scribe: Take care! Nicodimus the Scribe: Of course my dear! Nicodimus the Scribe: Let me know what he serves for dessert! Nicodimus the Scribe: *waves* Iris Tammarack: *glances back at Nico* midormight has joined as a player.. ( Midor Outskirts ) The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *A shadow against the wall moving, although nothing there to cast it* Willom Wilde: Did...did you...see something? Iris Tammarack: See...something? No. Willom Wilde: *whispers to Iris* We are not alone. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *For a moment it seems the silhouette of an armoured woman stands against the stable wall, out of the corner of your eye* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *You look at it directly and it is only the shadow of the lamp post...* Iris Tammarack: *quietly* Are we ever anymore? Willom Wilde: *Shakes head* I don't think so. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] lol got a tell from james calling me a bastard Willom Wilde: *Looks around, suspiciously* ( Midor - The Northern Gates and Plaza ) Iris Tammarack: We had better get changed and make our daily appearance at the temple. The Butcher: [DM] Vidus has sent Iris... a dress The Butcher: [DM] I gave her the red miniskirt *cackles* The Exile : [DM] Saw the forum, that'd be the one where Midoran islisted in his true LE form ( Midor - Central Temple District ) Willom Wilde: So, you are having dinner with him tonight, then. Iris Tammarack: *nods* That is what the man said. The Exile : [DM] Personally I think Vidus should have sent the Dress to Willom, but..... Iris Tammarack: I had better hurry, he won't want to be kept waiting. The Butcher: [DM] Willom already has a dress Willom Wilde: Iris, I am so sorry for all of this. I bet you wish we had never met that night at the Four Winds. The Butcher: [DM] Mykal's latest post Iris Tammarack: ~looks at Willom sternly~ Never. I am glad every day that we met. Willom Wilde: *Smiles* Come. I can at least accompany you as far as they will let me. Willom Wilde: *Offers her his arm* Iris Tammarack: I need to change first. Willom Wilde: Oh, yes. Of course. The Exile : [DM] Ahh just found it, dinner in the Vestry The Butcher: [DM] Lemme get you an acolyte The Butcher: [DM] Dining room is back here, by the way Iris Tammarack: *opens the package and her face drops* He seriously wants me to wear this? The Exile : [DM] Hmm very nice ((While they are out in the Central Temple District, Taulath and I are busy setting up in the Vestry)) The Butcher: [Tell/Vidus] You are using the actual dining room in the vestry, right? Vidus Khain: [Tell] we have one? Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Willom Wilde: *Face flattens* The Butcher: [Tell/Vidus] Yes, northern corridor, I'll open the door and station a mystic Sir Percival Sanner: Ahh...Mr WIlde....Ms Tammarack. Willom Wilde: Yes, yes. Very comfortable. Iris Tammarack: *walks out from behind the building with a very red face* ((She has changed into the red mini dress, which does not leave much to the imagination.)) Willom Wilde: Me? No, no. Of course not. Sir Percival Sanner: *glances at Iris* Lovely! Willom Wilde: Well, I mean, it's just a bit...warm, don't you think? Vidus Khain: [DM] oh..too nice ((Mykal has just seen the dining room in the Vestry for the first time... very cozy.)) Sir Percival Sanner: Splendid! Vidus Khain: [DM] perfect atmosphere Sir Percival Sanner: Warm? Willom Wilde: *Looks at Iris and blinks* Sir Percival Sanner: At this hour? Iris Tammarack: *mumbles* Thank you Sir Percival. Willom Wilde: Well, er...yes. Kind of. Somewhat. Maybe. Iris Tammarack: *looks to Willom with a very red face* This is the package that was handed to me. My -gift- from Vidus. Sir Percival Sanner: Just making sure your looking your best for his grace. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] Nice dress hahahaha! ((And you wonder why James sent him that Tell earlier on...)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] *Winks* Willom Wilde: Obviously fashion patrol is one of your primary duties, Sir Percival. Sir Percival Sanner: *chuckles* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: His Grace is expecting you. ((She materialises out of thin air.)) Willom Wilde: *Turns and jumps* Sir Percival Sanner: Ahhh! ((Haha... I've NEVER heard Percival scream! That was fun!)) Iris Tammarack: *jumps at the appearance of the Inquisitor* Sir Percival Sanner: Let me show you the way. Sir Percival Sanner: *winks* Willom Wilde: *Puts hand to heart* By the gods, I hate it when they do that! ((The Inquisitor has already vanished)) Iris Tammarack: By all means Sir Percival. ( Midor Temple ) Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] You can knock on the door and announe them Sir Percival Sanner: *knocks* ( Midor Temple - Vestry ) Willom Wilde: *Tugs at collar* Sir Percival Sanner: *clears throat* Mr Willom Wilde and Iris Tammarck. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Don't shut the door - I want to do it invisible Iris Tammarack: *tries to pull skirt lower* Sir Percival Sanner: Here to see his Grace! Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] kk Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Enter *a whisper from the air* Sir Percival Sanner: *plucks a small piece of lint of Iris* Willom Wilde: *Takes several deep breaths* Sir Percival Sanner: This way. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *The doors swing shut on their own* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Left then right ((Percival leads them through the corridors to where the two Mystics are standing guard in front of the dining room.)) [The__Exile] Righteous Sword Mystic: Though here if you please Sir Percival. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* [Fictrix] Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] That is SUCH an awesome coat ((Percival looks very intimidating in that red formal coat of his)) Iris Tammarack: *keeps tugging at skirt* Sir Percival Sanner: *bows* Vidus Khain: *stands* (Port Royale - Aramani Tailoring) Ulalume A'Midori: ahm... well, with paladinhood can come great power, and keeping one's humility is important. Look at Percival Sanner... ((Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the server...)) Sir Percival Sanner: Your Grace. Iris Tammarack: *bows* Your Grace. Sir Percival Sanner: Mr Willom Wilde....and Iris Tammarack. Willom Wilde: *Bows to Vidus* An honor again, Your Grace. Vidus Khain: *gives Willom a cold stare before turning his attention to Iris* (Port Royale - Aramani Tailoring) Macha Sparrowsong: Sir Percival is so vain it's coming out his ears, lady Ulalume (Port Royale - Aramani Tailoring) Ulalume A'Midori: *grins* aye, he is. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Ah, love DM Spy Willom Wilde: *Clears throat and nervously looks down to the floor* Iris Tammarack: Thank you for the lovely gift, your Grace. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Macha: Sir Percival is so vain it's coming out of his ears, Lady Ulalume Sir Percival Sanner: *stands erect* Vidus Khain: Yes *he says icily* It suits you. Iris Tammarack: *bows* Thank you. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] haha Vidus Khain: Thank you, Sir sanner. Please see that Mr. Wilde is provided with dinner Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] I just told Percy what I overheard Macha say about him ;) ((As you can see, it gets very busy behind the scenes, every significant Tell repeated for other DMs to hear)) Sir Percival Sanner: As you wish your Grace. Sir Percival Sanner: *looks at WIlom* Willom Wilde: Have a...pleasant evening, Iris. *Tries to smile* Sir Percival Sanner: This way Mr WIlde. Righteous Sword Mystic : [DM] heh yeah, funny stuff that *grins* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] I'll go with Team Wilde Willom Wilde: *Gives a last, long look at Iris before leaving* Iris Tammarack: ~gives Willom a desperate look~ Thank you Willom. I will see you soon. *tries to smile* Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Sir Percival Sanner: This way. ((Sanner leads Willom away from the Dining Room and into the Vestry common room.)) ~*~ Intermission The following happened simultaneously and is colour-coded thusly: Iris and Vidus; presided by Taulath Willom, Percival and Inquisitor (Velia); presided by Fictrix We now return you to your regular program... ~*~ Vidus Khain: Please, Iris, have a seat Iris Tammarack: Thank you, your Grace. *takes a seat at the end of the table* (Port Royale - Aramani Tailoring) Ulalume A'Midori: He... leered at me when Vidus exiled me. Sir Percival Sanner: Have a seat Mr Wilde. (Port Royale - Aramani Tailoring) Fri'el Skygem-Arna: There's nothing to be fightened of. (Port Royale - Aramani Tailoring) Macha Sparrowsong: *shakes her head* He's awfull..but a bit of fun to chat with. Sir Percival Sanner: Now then Mr Wilde...what would you like to eat? Midoran Priestess : [Tell/Percival] *Grabs an acolyte to bring stuff in* ((Spawned in Priestess, dyed her robes red)) Sir Percival Sanner: *whispers* Midoran Priestess: *Nods* Iris Tammarack: *fidgets with the hem of her skirt* This all looks delicious. *takes a small serving of meat with shaking hands* Willom Wilde: So...er...how are things, Sir Percival? Sir Percival Sanner: Oh excellent. Sir Percival Sanner: Im glad we have this chance to talk. Midoran Priestess: *The acolyte returns some time later bearing a tray of food and drinks* Sir Percival Sanner: Ahh here we are. Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles at the Priestess* Vidus Khain: *serves himself* I trust you have found your time in MIdor to be comfortable, Iris? Willom Wilde: Oh, spendid. That was quite fast. Sir Percival Sanner: Excellent. The Butcher: [Tell/Percival] Emote walking to one side of the room and moving a table over Sir Percival Sanner: Oh one moment. Iris Tammarack: Oh yes. The rooms that were provided were very nice. Willom Wilde: Oh, of course. Sir Percival Sanner: *grabs a table* Sir Percival Sanner: *lifts it* Willom Wilde: *Smiles at the Priestess awkwardly* Vidus Khain: Wine? *He points to a bottle on his end of the table* Sir Percival Sanner: *sets the table down* Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Miuch better. Iris Tammarack: Yes, that would be lovely. Midoran Priestess: *A blank look; she doesn't smile back, but stands by obediently* Willom Wilde: Oh. Very handy, yes. Cozy, even. Vidus Khain: *picks up the bottle* Sir Percival Sanner: Yes. Vidus Khain: *puts a hand on Iris's shoulder and shows her the label* Iris Tammarack: *looks at the bottle* Sir Percival Sanner: Oh excellent! Cheese! Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] LOL Sir Percival Sanner: I love cheese dont you Mr Wilde? Iris Tammarack: I'm sure it is an excellent wine your Grace. *smiles* The Butcher: [DM] LOL!!! Percival is MEAN!!!!! Willom Wilde: *Blood drains from face* Oh...um...no. I...no thank you. Sir Percival Sanner: No? Sir Percival Sanner: I assure you this is the finest in the lands. Sir Percival Sanner: You must try some. Sir Percival Sanner: I insist. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] The inquisitor that's tailing him is standing to the left of Willom's sofa -- ask her if she wants some Willom Wilde: *Nervously* Oh, I am sure. But I...I cannot. It is for health reasons, you see. Sir Percival Sanner: *looks to the left of the sofa* Would you care for anything? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: No, thank you. ((She appears out of thin air)) Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* fine then. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: ~Eyes fixated on Willom~ Willom Wilde: *Turns and looks* Oh, my. I...I did not see y--*Nods* Hello. Vidus Khain: No, no *he says indulgently* it is quite alright. Here *he hands her the wine glass* Just whirl the wine around a bit, then smell it Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Silent pause* Sir Percival Sanner: Well then...try the duck....it is the chefs specialty. Willom Wilde: V-very nice...um...swords...you have there. ((The Inquisitor is still holding both her daggers)) Sir Percival Sanner: *clears throat* So...Mr Wilde. Iris Tammarack: *whirls the wine with a shaking hand and almost sloshes it on herself, then smells it* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Abruptly, she asks* Mister Wilde, are you aware you have a shadow stalking you? ((See above, the shadow stalking him in Midor Outskirts)) Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Iris Tammarack: It smells wonderful. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Ahh, the vampiress. This should impress Percy! Willom Wilde: Um...a...w-what? Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] was just about to talk to him about maldovia Vidus Khain: My dear, you are trembling *he puts down the bottle, then moves both hands to her* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Keep talking then Vidus Khain: Are you nervous? Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] And I'll say "That explains it" Sir Percival Sanner: *clears throat* A shadow Mr Wilde. Willom Wilde: *Looks with confusion at the inquisitor* Sir Percival Sanner: I seem to recall a trip to Maldovia. Sir Percival Sanner: Hmm? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Narrows eyes* Willom Wilde: *Turns to Percival* What do you mean...? Iris Tammarack: A little your Grace. You are such a powerful man and I am just a girl from the woods. I feel out of place here. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Well, that certainly explains the shield. Sir Percival Sanner: You went to Maldovia no? Sir Percival Sanner: Ahh yes that shield. ((Remember, she previously searched his pack)) Willom Wilde: *Eyes widen* Y-yes. Y-you know I did. Vidus Khain: And yet you are here, my dear, and there is a reason. Midoran does not let things like this happen for naught Sir Percival Sanner: Tell me again Mr Wilde...where did you get that shield? Willom Wilde: The shield. It...I did not know...I picked it up, you see, at a sale...a... Sir Percival Sanner: A sale? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Coldly* No merchant would possess such a cursed object. Sir Percival Sanner: Indeed. Vidus Khain: *releases her hands* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: It bears the the emblem of Valinor. Willom Wilde: Er...yes! You see, some merchant was clearing out his inventory. He was...um...going into...sewer repair...yes, that was it. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Dark eyes glitter* Vidus Khain: Please, enjoy your dinner Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Mister Wilde. Iris Tammarack: I am certain I will. Sir Percival Sanner: *sigh* Willom Wilde: *Breathing erratically* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Steps forward* Vidus Khain: *eats in silence for several minutes* Iris Tammarack: *takes a deep breath and has a sip of her wine, then a gulp* Sir Percival Sanner: *pops a piece of duck in his mouth* Willom Wilde: Listen. Please. Please! I will...tell you the truth! You must believe me! Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Leans forward, pressing the dagger against his throat* Willom Wilde: *Breath hitches* Sir Percival Sanner: *wipes mouth with herchief* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Oh, I will have the truth. One way or another, I will have it. *Softly* Iris Tammarack: *carefully eats what is on her plate and finishes the wine in one swallow* Vidus Khain: *He finally breaks the silence* Tell me about yourself, Iris. Sir Percival Sanner: Now then....where Mr Wilde? Willom Wilde: We...we were being..hunted. By Grunge. Our lives were in jeopardy. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Keeps the dagger where it is* Sir Percival Sanner: tsk tsk terrible. Willom Wilde: It was...given to me...for protection. But, I swear, I didn't know what it was!!! Sir Percival Sanner: Given? Iris Tammarack: There isn't much to tell your Grace. My parents were both Rangers, so I grew up in the woods. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: By whom. Willom Wilde: ..... Willom Wilde: *meekly* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *A quiet demand, not a question* Willom Wilde: someone Sir Percival Sanner: *stabs at another piece of duck with his fork* Iris Tammarack: I learned the way of the Ranger, but eventually grew tired of the woods and decided to head for other areas. Sir Percival Sanner: *begins to eat it* Vidus Khain: And how did you meet Willom? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Presses the dagger, a single drop of blood upon the blade* Willom Wilde: *Swallows hard and audibly* Sir Percival Sanner: This someone have a name Mr Wilde? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Names, Mister Wilde. Willom Wilde: Ahh! It was Jessup! It was Jessup! Sir Percival Sanner: *fork drops* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Narrows eyes* Sir Percival Sanner: *furrows brow* Iris Tammarack: I met him at the Four Winds. We had both recently arrived at the area and decided to travel together since neither of us knew anyone around there. Willom Wilde: As I told you, I had some early dealings with him, before I knew who he was! Vidus Khain: Yes...it can be very scary to be alone in a strange place Righteous Sword Inquisitor: What sort of dealings. *Her voice a snake's hiss* Sir Percival Sanner: *looks at the Inquisitor with a stern face then back to Willom* ((You foolish fool, don't look at me like that! I outrank you. *Scoffs at Percival*)) Willom Wilde: *Talking very fast and frantic* He told me he could help me and we were so scared and so he gave me the shield and I asked him what it was and he said he didn't know ! Vidus Khain: You must not consider Midor such a place, Iris. You are most welcome here. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: What did he want from you. Iris Tammarack: Thank you, your Grace. I am honored to be a guest here. Willom Wilde: He...he was interested in the play! I was looking for someone to back it. I thought he was a BUSINESSMAN! Vidus Khain: You are more then that, Iris. You are my guest. Willom Wilde: Nico told me he was reputable!! Sir Percival Sanner: *coughs* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Narrows eyes and exchanges a glance with Percival, the dagger never moving* Vidus Khain: And you and Willom, you are...close? *his words are tinted with suggestion* Sir Percival Sanner: Businessman? Willom Wilde: I had just arrived in Port Royale. I knew NOTHING about him! Sir Percival Sanner: Jessup the Younger? ((Percival knows Pickston and Jessup very, very well...)) Willom Wilde: Yes. Sir Percival Sanner: Well now....this is interesting. Willom Wilde: I -told- you, Percival. Remember?? I -told- you had had been interested in the play. Iris Tammarack: ~thinks carefully before answering~ Yes, we have grown to be very good friends. We have come to depend on each other. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *For the first time, she moves the dagger away* Sir Percival Sanner: hmm I dont recall really. Sir Percival Sanner: Sorry. ((EVIL!)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: What else has he asked of you. Vidus Khain: *nods thoughtfully* Willom Wilde: Nothing! I swear!!! Vidus Khain: *sips his wine before speaking again* Iris Tammarack: He told me the other day that he loved me, but he was drunk at the time. *smiles* Willom Wilde: He is just interested in the play. I'm...I'm trying to get out of it. He keeps offering me money, and I keep refusing!!!! Willom Wilde: But he's...so...big.... Vidus Khain: He did, did he? Sir Percival Sanner: *sigh* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Cold smile* Well, well. This may be his downfall once and for all. ((Midor HATES Jessup; he's right up there on their wanted list along with Vandle and Alenuska)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] *Considers sending Jess bankrupt* Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Indeed. Willom Wilde: *Blinks* Downfall? Vidus Khain: I will not be silent about my interest in you, Iris. You have...intrigued me in a way few ever have. ((Bah, you say that to all the girls, old man)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Mister Wilde... Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Leans in again* Willom Wilde: *Some hope in voice* Really? Sir Percival Sanner: *nods smiling* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Quietly* You will continue to receive his offers. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] we're on the same page lolol Willom Wilde: But but but but I will only get in deeper with him then!!! Iris Tammarack: ~swallows hard~ Thank you, your Grace. I...don't know what to say. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] I love it Righteous Sword Inquisitor: If you will let me finish *slight tone of irritation* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: You will increase your budget. Willom Wilde: *Quiets quickly* Willom Wilde: *Nods slowly* Vidus Khain: *He abrubtly changes course* Willom seems rather nervous about this play. Would that be accurate? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: You will send him bankrupt. Sir Percival Sanner: *chuckles* Sir Percival Sanner: Excellent! Willom Wilde: *Face freezes, then a small smile plays on his lips* ((Never let it be said that DMs don't conspire to bring about the downfall of evil...)) Willom Wilde: Y-you, you really think I could? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Arches an eyebrow* Iris Tammarack: Yes, he is nervous. But only because he wants to please you, your Grace. It is a lot of pressure to please a powerful man as yourself. Sir Percival Sanner: *tilts head grinning* ((It's never a good thing when he grins.)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Softly* Do you doubt me? Vidus Khain: Yes, that is true *he says cooly* Willom Wilde: *Smile fades* No, he will -kill- me before it got that far. But but I don't doubt you, no no! Iris Tammarack: He has worked very hard on this play. Vidus Khain: There will be dire consequences if he fails. A man like myself cannot tolorate failure Sir Percival Sanner: *finsihes off his duck* Willom Wilde: I...I will do what you ask. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Good. *With cold finality* Iris Tammarack: Of course not your Grace. Sir Percival Sanner: Yes....well done Mr Wilde. Willom Wilde: *Somewhat monotone* Marvellous idea. Quite brilliant, really. First class. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] What's Vidus doing then? The Exile : [DM] Being really creepy to Iris, it's just too funny :) Vidus Khain: Quite right *he leans back* But I can let him go, you know. Free him of this obligation Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] Hahaha... oh man. I am giving these three a best IG after this!!! Willom Wilde: Oh! How about this? Just send in your marvellous team of Righteous Swords and just wipe P & J Tours out! Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles fades* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: A waste of effort and resources. ((But, nice try)) Iris Tammarack: ~looks at him with interest~ You can? Willom Wilde: Er...yes. Well, just a silly idea really. Thinking out loud. The Exile : [DM] Oh they deserve every bit of it Sir Percival Sanner: Mr Wilde....filth like Jessup the Younger are like roaches. Sir Percival Sanner: They must be dealt with in an intelligent manner. Vidus Khain: *nods* i am the Voice of Midoran. I can do anything I wish Sir Percival Sanner: Not just stomping on them! Sir Percival Sanner: No no....too resilient. Iris Tammarack: Of course you can your Grace. I meant no disrespect sir. Willom Wilde: *Hold out thumb and index finger* Just a...little...stomping? Sir Percival Sanner: This way we will slowly bleed him dry. Sir Percival Sanner: No. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: We don't waste precious resources on such scum. *Sneers* Willom Wilde: Yes. Bleed him dry. Slowly. Marvellous. Sir Percival Sanner: Indeed. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] *Steals a sneer* Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] LOL Vidus Khain: I am enraptured by your company, Iris. Stay with me, in Midor. Dine with me each night, and be with me every day. Do this, and I shall release Willom from his bond Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] EVIL MYKAL Willom Wilde: Yes...*laughs nervously* Why waste your resources when you have me...Very smart. Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Vidus] EVIL MYKAL Sir Percival Sanner: Quite. Willom Wilde: *Quietly* Willom 'expendable' Wilde, at your service. Sir Percival Sanner: What was that? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Now. The Exile : [DM] It's just soooo funny, he's being sooo Ebil, truly I am in awe of his Ebilness Willom Wilde: I said, I will be quite indispensible to your cause! Righteous Sword Inquisitor: About this stalker of yours, Mister Wilde. Vidus Khain: *looks at Iris, his wine forgotten* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Ignores the quiet comment* Willom Wilde: Um, yes. Stalker. I...I am quite confused about this. Iris Tammarack: But...*begins to stammer*...Willom and I have a business together. I have work to do...*voice trails off as she looks at him with a slight look of fear* Vidus Khain: [DM] I know...i know Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I have been watching you , Mister Wilde. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: You have some sort of supernatural stalker following you. Vidus Khain: WHat is business compared to the life I offer you? One of ease and lack for want? The wealth of Midor spread before you Righteous Sword Inquisitor: This is not acceptable. Willom Wilde: *Pales and perspires* Willom Wilde: Well, we certianly agree on something, don't we!? Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] Now I'm getting to the vampiress Willom Wilde: W-what does it WANT with me? Willom Wilde: A share in the play???? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Cold stare* I was wondering that myself. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Tell me about your trip to Maldovia. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *In a tone that leaves no room for argument* Willom Wilde: *Hesitates* You...you will not believe me. Iris Tammarack: You are correct of course your Grace. I do not feel I am worthy of such a life sir. I fear I would be a burden. Sir Percival Sanner: *takes a piece of duck off Willoms plate* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I will not ask you twice, Mister Wilde. *Low, dangerous voice* Vidus Khain: I shall decide who is worthy and who is not. Willom Wilde: Alright! Willom Wilde: Listen, I was an ACTOR, all right? A traveling performer. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Traveling to Maldovia. *Dubiously* Iris Tammarack: Again, I apologize for questioning you your Grace. This is just so sudden. My mind is in chaos right now. Vidus Khain: *Vidus's smile, while magnanimous, it colored with a very distinct coldness* Willom Wilde: But you must know everything! After a show, an old hag approached me, and told me the costume I wore bore a crime. Vidus Khain: Then say yes, and put your mind at ease Sir Percival Sanner: ..... Willom Wilde: She told me I would die if I didn't solve the mystery. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I certainly hope this is relevant. *Narrows eyes* Willom Wilde: Yes!!! The mystery of this dr- costume is in Maldovia! Willom Wilde: EVERYTHING has led me there! Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Mister Wilde *cuts him off* Willom Wilde: *Looks to her* Iris Tammarack: May I please have some time to think over your generous offer your Grace? It would be a great change for me and I need to think about it. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Did you or did you not do anything in Maldovia that may have attracted the attention of its denizens. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: That is all I wish to know. Willom Wilde: No! Absolutely not! Most certainly not! Fairly certainly not! Willom Wilde: I, um...don't really know, actually. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Are you... Righteous Sword Inquisitor: -very- Righteous Sword Inquisitor: ...certain. Vidus Khain: Of course, my dear. But I must know by tomorrow. After that, i will be...rather busy. There are important things moving in Midor, Iris. The next few says will be remembered a thousand years from now. Vidus Khain: And I wish you at my side for it ((Foreshadowing: destruction of Academy, disbanding of Paladin Order)) Willom Wilde: Well...er...not -really- certain, no. Sir Percival Sanner: *pops a piece of cheese in his mouth* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: You touched nothing there or removed nothing from there. Such as a shield. From somewhere like, say, a Castle. Willom Wilde: *Eyes the cheese as a bead of sweat rolls down his nose* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Feel free to jump in any time with anything you saw! Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] *Eyes museum* Iris Tammarack: Thank you your Grace. I will have your answer by tomorrow. I appreciate you giving me time to sort out my thoughts. Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] You read my mind! Willom Wilde: No. *shakes head* I took nothing from the castle. I took nothing from anywhere. *Thinks a moment* The Shield! That Jessup gave me! That MUST be it! Sir Percival Sanner: The.....museum? Willom Wilde: *Eyes dart to Percival* The...museum? What museum? Sir Percival Sanner: *looks at Willom while eating more cheese* ((A very FOREBODING type of cheese indeed)) Vidus Khain: I have arranged for you to stay in the Vestry. *to the inquisitor* please, show her her room Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Yes... what museum? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Eyes suddenly rove to Percival* ((*Sing-song* Percival's in trou-ble)) Iris Tammarack: Thank you, you have been very kind to me your Grace. Willom Wilde: What a silly place for a museum. Maldovia? *Laughs brokenly* Sir Percival Sanner: Well.....it is interesting.... Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Of course your Grace Vidus Khain: *nods* I shall see you in the morning, my dear Sir Percival Sanner: While trying to save you and your friends from that horrid place... Vidus Khain: *takes her hand and kisses the back side* Willom Wilde: And we much appreciated it! Iris Tammarack: *bows* Good evening your Grace. [The__Exile] Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *to Iris* This way please. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Ah, yes. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I recall reading that report on that... place. Sir Percival Sanner: Yes....very interesting. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: ~Cold gaze turns back to Willom~ Sir Percival Sanner: *offers apiece of cheese to WIllom* Willom Wilde: *Looks between Percival an Inquisitor* I...I saw no museum. I would certainly remember a museum! Willom Wilde: *Leans away from the cheese with wide eyes* Sir Percival Sanner: *shrugs* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Sneers* Is that so? Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Perhaps your memory needs refreshing, then. Willom Wilde: Of course! We...we found a...a hut! Yes. We definitely found a hut of an old crazy woman. Willom Wilde: And...we found...a stone! of a Fallen Angel! Named Avadeille! Sir Percival Sanner: *raises eyebrow* [The__Exile] Righteous Sword Inquisitor: This way if you please. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: There are no angels in Maldovia. *Coldly* Willom Wilde: *Face grows still and stern* But I swear to you, by my life, I never saw a museum. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Leans forward* Do you know where you are, Mister Wilde. *Softly* Willom Wilde: I...know very well where I am. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Tell me. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Tell me where you are. Sir Percival Sanner: *sets his kerchief on the plate* Willom Wilde: I am in the Temple of Midoran. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Indeed you are. Willom Wilde: I am talking to an Inquisitor. Willom Wilde: One who could kill me as slow or as fast as she would wish. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Voice drops several degrees* You cannot lie within this Temple without it being known, Mister Wilde. Willom Wilde: *Looks at her levelly* And I tell you now, with that knowledge in hand, that I...saw...no...museum. [The__Exile] Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Your chambers are down here. As the white Bishop has ordered. Willom Wilde: *Sweat rolls down face* Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] Tut tut, time for some Justification Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I will have the truth from you, Mister Wilde. One way or another. Sir Percival Sanner: *looks at the Inquisitor and then to Willom* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: But you cannot lie to me here without me knowing. *Piercing, unblinking stare* Willom Wilde: *Takes a hitching breath* I...I have told you....all I know. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I doubt it. *Softly* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *Stares at him for several long moments, then comes to a decision* Willom Wilde: *Looks away to his plate, vacantly* Iris Tammarack: *wanders off in search of Willom* ((LOL, excellent security in Midor's own central temple!)) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I'm sure one of our new Inquisitors will want to speak with you about all you know. *A glimmer in her eye* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: When he returns from Paws you will report to the Law Courts. ((They HATED Jerec for intruding on their little girl club. Even more for being better than them at their job. All the Inquisitors were arrayed against him.)) Willom Wilde: *Hand trembles, but eyes remain on plate* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Until then, you are, as ever... guests of the White Bishop in Midor. Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Although I cannot guarantee your safety outside our fair city's walls. *Softly* ((Insert thinly veiled threat)) Willom Wilde: *Staggered, hitching breaths* No one really can, can they? Iris Tammarack: *listens at the door* Righteous Sword Inquisitor: I will see you in the Law Courts in four days, then. *Steps into the shadow of the pillar* ((And she vanishes)) Sir Percival Sanner: *smiles* Sir Percival Sanner: So...how was dinner? Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] LOL Willom Wilde: *Face is ashen and dripping with perspiration...does not respond to Percival* Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] :) [The__Exile] Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [DM] ((Eeek AFK for a few - Phone. Try not to justify him 'til I can watch)) The Butcher: [DM] Nahh, she has just contrived to get Jerec to do it ((Never let it be said, either, that DMs do not torment other DMs... or their very own characters!)) Sir Percival Sanner: I trust the duck was to your liking. Iris Tammarack: *sits down with head in hands* Willom Wilde: *Slowly looks up to Percival* May I...leave now? Sir Percival Sanner: Oh but dessert.... Sir Percival Sanner: I heard its scrumptuous! Willom Wilde: *Flat and quiet* I-I have lost my appetite. Sir Percival Sanner: It has chocolate......Oh....a pity. Sir Percival Sanner: Well then, let me show you out. Sir Percival Sanner: Dinner was excellent....thank you. Sir Percival Sanner: *bows* Willom Wilde: Iris? Where...is Iris? The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Looks like you can't leave Midor just yet! Sir Percival Sanner: Im sure she's outside Mr Wilde. Iris Tammarack: *takes deep breaths until she stops shaking* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] And you get to be tortured by Jerec, how fun Willom Wilde: [Tell] D'oh! ((I should point out at this stage that James and Mel were not the only ones traumatised and fearing for character's their lives; so was I. I seriously thought Jerec was as dead and doomed as the both of them.)) Sir Percival Sanner: This way. Sir Percival Sanner: How was dinner Ms Tammarack? Iris Tammarack: Very nice thank you. Sir Percival Sanner: Splendid. Sir Percival Sanner: Glad to hear it. Iris Tammarack: *Iris is very pale and her hands are shaking* Sir Percival Sanner: But you two must be tired....let me see you out of the temple hmmm? Willom Wilde: *Nods wordlessly* Sir Percival Sanner: This way if you please. Iris Tammarack: But I think His Grace wanted me to stay here. Sir Percival Sanner: Oh....well then. Willom Wilde: *Turns* What? Sir Percival Sanner: Mr Wilde...this way. Willom Wilde: B-b-but...sure...it was just...an -offer-? Willom Wilde: A...courtesy? Sir Percival Sanner: *clears throat* Mr Wilde. Iris Tammarack: He said he had a room for me. Willom Wilde: *Looks pleadingly to Sir Percival* Surely she is free to go if she chooses? Iris Tammarack: He didn't say I -had- to use it. Sir Percival Sanner: I'm afraid I am not in control of that Mr WIlde. Sir Percival Sanner: But one does not turn down His Grace. Willom Wilde: Iris...you...you -can't- stay here! Sir Percival Sanner: She will be fine Mr Wilde.....really. Sir Percival Sanner: Come now. Sir Percival Sanner: Let us get you situated. Willom Wilde: But...I need her! For the play!!! She is...essential!!! Iris Tammarack: *looks to Percival* Surely I can go have an ale with my friend and come back. Sir Percival Sanner: Alas that is not up to me Ms Tammarack. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *A cold voice in your ear* You will leave -now-, Mister Wilde. Sir Percival Sanner: Did he say you could leave? Iris Tammarack: He didn't say one way or another. Willom Wilde: I...I -must- leave. Sir Percival Sanner: *nods* Sir Percival Sanner: Best stay here Ms Tammarack. Sir Percival Sanner: To be sure. Willom Wilde: *Looks at her with sad, scared eyes* G-Goodbye, Iris. Sir Percival Sanner: Mr Wilde will be in good hands I assure you. You can see him in the morn. Sir Percival Sanner: Bright and early. Iris Tammarack: I have things I need to discuss with Willom. Willom Wilde: Iris. It is...useless. Sir Percival Sanner: As I said....*clears throat* in the -morn-. Sir Percival Sanner: *tugs Willom out* Iris Tammarack: *watches them leave with tears in her eyes* (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: *reaches into his satchel and pulls some coin out* (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: Here you are Mr Wilde...im sure youll find lodging at the Unicorn. *hands him some gold* (Midor - Central Temple District) Willom Wilde: *Reaches out an takes the gold with trembling hand* (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: As always...a pleasure Mr Wilde. (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: *bows* (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: *takes a deep breath* Well, I had better find my room and get some rest. (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: I hope you enjoyed your dinner. (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: *waves* (Midor - Central Temple District) Willom Wilde: *Steps away in a daze, walking stiffly* (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: Hmm. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: This way please. (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: No cheese. (Midor - Central Temple District) Sir Percival Sanner: Odd. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: Through here. midormight has left as a player.. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Inquisitor: *points to the open doorway* Willom Wilde: [Tell] Are you still expecting Willom to go to Paws??? After THAT???? (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: Say, you two couldn't point me in the direction of my room could you? The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] He can't :P ((We had a plan. But I had to rearrange it somewhat thanks to these new developments.)) (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Mystic: *nods* Of course. Please follow me. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] The Inquisitor "cannot guarantee his safety" outside the city walls (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: Thank you. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *Veiled threat* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Looks like you'll be meeting Jerec in the Law Courts then, when he comes to .. question you ((Shortly after this followed a flurry of collaboration as we each tried to figure out how the heck we would pull our characters out of this situation! At the time... I honestly had no idea what we would plan.)) Willom Wilde: [Tell] Yeah. Yeah. Just checking. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Note that 4 days = whenever this Paws thing ends and Jerec is back in Midor (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Mystic: Through that door. *points to the open doorway* (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: Ah, wonderful. Thank you very much. It is so easy get lost around here. Willom Wilde: [Tell] My God, what a night. I think Willom just skipped phases 3-7 of character development and shot right to the last one! The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Hahaha ((Poor James... so pickonable)) (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: Good night. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Mystic: His grace has posted a guard here to ensure your.. safety (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: That is very kind of him. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Righteous Sword Mystic: Goodnight. May Midoran watch over you. (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: And you as well. Willom Wilde: [Tell] Of course, I see no way out of this for him. Hoping for a miracle at this point! ((Ask and ye shall receive)) The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *Winks* (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: *slips into some real clothes and sits on the edge of the bed to think* (Midor - The Unicorn Inn) Willom Wilde: Hey, Cale. Remember that row of drinks you set out for me the other day? (Midor - The Unicorn Inn) Willom Wilde: *Slaps a bunch of gold on the counter* Well, double it, please. Willom Wilde: [Tell] For now, you have all completely exhausted me...and Melanie just has this blank stare. So we're going to take some prozak and go to bed. The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Hahaha The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Both of you, well done The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] *CHEERS evilly* The Butcher: [Tell/Willom] Uh, I mean... *CHEERS gleefully* Willom Wilde: [Tell] Yes, you think this is funny. My wife is picking flowers off the wallpaper and I've become a nihilist!!!!! (Midor Temple - Vestry) Iris Tammarack: *begins to sob quietly* I can't see any way out of this. Willom Wilde: [Tell] But seriously, very fantastic job to all of you. Loads of agonizing, heart-wrenching fun. Good night! James42 has left as a player.. Melanie42 has left as a player.. The Aftermath The Butcher: [DM] Am spamming forums now The Butcher: [DM] Will post my log later ((Yes, it only took SEVEN MONTHS to finally post the log)) The Exile : [DM] Cool, that has to be some of the best and downright funniest RP I've seen in a long time :0) The Butcher: [DM] YUS The Butcher: [DM] Ooh, just you wait until you see what Jerec has in store though The Butcher: [DM] Devious man The Butcher: [DM] Very clever The Butcher: [DM] But also ruthless The Exile : [DM] Mykal had me falling of my chair as well *grins* he was so.... seedy The Butcher: [DM] Ohmigod, I know The Butcher: [DM] And Percy The Butcher: [DM] How despicable was Percy! The Exile : [DM] hehe The Exile : [DM] he was absolutely diabolical, it was great. Previous Thread :: Next Thread  Page 2 of 2 Goto to page: 1, [2] Prev   Forums  > Roleplay  > Character Backgrounds  > Willom Wilde and the Cheese of Foreboding