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DMs: Willom Wilde and the Cheese of Foreboding
Posted: 17 Oct 2005 08:42 PM |
The Story
I've been randomly messing with Willom if I've seen him IG. This is a plot that runs itself anyway, but I've been helping it along 'cause it's the sort of lunacy that's right up my alley.
Currently it's up to Act Two (the trout).
The thread James has is pretty accurate and up-to-date, so no point repeating what's said there. |
The subculture of my dreams
Is waiting for me to fall asleep.
I know you're scared—you should be.
I know you're scared. |
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Re: DMs: Willom Wilde and the Cheese of Foreboding
Posted: 20 Dec 2005 03:21 AM |
Posted here for the sake of my sanity and for continuity:
Sender: James42
Receiver: Starry Ice
Sent: 19/12/2005 9:52:26 AM
Received: 20/12/2005 6:12:23 PM
Subject: Guess who just learned how to use a certain shield
Message:
There is a certain actor bard walking around Vives right now who is wielding a rather striking black shield with a red circle. Were his wisdom a bit higher, he might not be feeling so good about this, but the poor fellow can be a bit dim at times. Yet, the shield does give him a moment of pause at times, especially since he is beginning to piece together its origins.
Sender: Starry Ice
Receiver: James42
Sent: 20/12/2005 6:14:41 PM
Received:
Subject: RE: Guess who just learned how to use a certain shield
Message:
Jolly good! I'll see you at the river then, eh? Don't forget to throw a wine glass in so you can speak to the trout.
Translation: looks like there'll be a fun-filled expedition to Maldovia soon. Expect comedy! Expect tragedy! Expect, um, a slaughter if they go in with an underprepared party. I don't even have to lift a finger. I mean, it's a pretty tough place. |
The subculture of my dreams
Is waiting for me to fall asleep.
I know you're scared—you should be.
I know you're scared. |
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Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 19 Jan 2006 10:56 PM |
((Okay, a lot has developed with this story, but I just had to post this particular development for your entertainment.))
Sender: James42
Receiver: Fictrix
Sent: 20/01/2006 8:24:40 AM
Received: 20/01/2006 8:26:33 AM
Subject: Act one is almost complete!
Message:
Alright. Long overdue, but here is the almost finished first act of Willom's play. Here are the issues:
(1) As with any historical play, many, many concessions are made to get the overall truth out since you are drastically limited to a single location and moment per scene, and limited settings overall. But hopefully I was able to get the crux of the setting established without totally mangling character backgrounds.
(2) Willom has yet to speak with Jessup or Blanche about certain aspects of events that are transpiring in the play, and the Player behind Willom is pretty gray on those events as well.
(3) As I warned you, Willom has written Lillian into the play. Willom...oh, screw it. It's like talking in the third person. I'm writing this stupid thing, not him! He won't even lift a finger to help! Hem. Sorry. Anyway, I've always seen the crux of the play as being the battle of the plains, and when Willom learned from Byron that he wasn't even present, he decided that Byron would not be the main character, but rather a character around which the other characters are changed, moved, whatever. Willom knows Lillian, he knows she was at the Battle of the Plains, and he knows that she is battling with the decisions she has made. She is, therefore, the perfect fulcrum to the plot. But, Willom has only vaguely learned about Lillian's past, so he...No, me, dang it!! ME! ME!! *Beats at Willom the Ponce until Willom leaves* So I have written in a fictional friend for Lillian that will lead her to turning to the rebels.
(4) Lex and Grace. Willom just found out from Connavar that Grace is actually Lex's STEPdaughter. The play has her as his daughter. Willom plans on talking to Grace more when he brings Byron to Maldovia and finding out just what the heck her relationship really is to Lex.
Anyway *deep breath* Here is act one. Let me know the obvious problems, as I am cringing to have you read this when I'm vague on alot of the lore and you are so involved in it and have put so much time into it.
Oh, and I apologize that it won't be easy to read. Just didn't have the patience to go through and bold/italicize/etc everything for ease of reading.
I've completely set aside Shrugging Existence to get this stupid play done. Now I'm determined to put it past me. Of course, God knows how it'll get pulled off IG! Gonna need a fair amount of DM assistance, I think! *hint hint*
THE FRICKIN' PLAY
By Willom Wilde *violently scribbled out and replaced with James Peters*
ACT I, Scene one
CHORUS: O city of Aristi, O city to all,
You sit against the sea of fate,
Victim to the rising squall.
O shining city, O city so bright,
Your light a beacon to every eye,
but fails in the coming night.
O doomed Aristi, O city of fate,
Sickness now fevers your worried brow,
and you tremble and retch to unjust fate.
O felled Aristi, O city no more,
No gold black prince could save your sick
for the pox has crumpled him to the floor.
Scene opens on Maldovia. A father and daughter are working on their home.
LEX: (Hammering a nail into the threshold of a small home) There, I do believe that, with this last nail, we are finished! Our new home.
GRACE: (Brooding) It is not our home, father. It is a house. Our home is across the water. Our home is Aristi.
LEX: Our home is wherever we guard our hope, Grace. One day, we will find our place back in Aristi. But that day is not now. We can still keep Aristi alive inside of us, though, just as we keep the few remaining artifacts of Aristi safe. Just as we keep the memory of your mother with us.
GRACE: But I do not like this new land, father. There is something about it...Have you heard what Elsa has been saying? She says that there is terrible evil coming!
LEX: Elsa is just a crazy old woman, Grace. You know better than to pay attention to her. It’s no wonder she is mad, staring into that magical ball of hers. We have everything we need here. The river provides us with fish enough to sustain and even trade. And the water keeps us away from those who would have seen us come to harm.
GRACE: You mean the knights that drove us away. But what if they were right? What if the plague WAS a punishment, father?
LEX: I will not have you talk this nonsense, Grace. You are not a child. You know what is good, and what is evil. Aristi was a GOOD city. Its code was fair and noble. Whoever those mysterious riders were who laid false accusations of damnation upon us, who tried to force us to admit to evils that we are innocent of, they will bring evil to the land. Of that I am sure. And we’ll want no part to it. But one day, the sign will come, Grace. It is our task, our hope...neigh, our salvation...that we look for that sign, and heed its summons.
GRACE: When the Heart of Aristi calls us back.
LEX: It is the hope of that day that must sustain us, Grace. (Looks up) It grows dark, Grace. We should get inside.
A disturbing sound offends the air, sinister and evil.
GRACE: (Frightened) Father! What is that?
LEX: (Looking about him with concern) I...I do not know, Grace.
ENTER GREGOR
GREGOR: (Running past GRACE and her FATHER in terror) They are coming! The accursed! They will take us all!
LEX: (Calling back to man) Gregor! What are you talking about? Wait!
ENTER ELSA
ELSA: (Cackling) You would not listen to Elsa, no. You did not heed my warnings. And now they come, to the ruination of you all!
LEX: Silence, woman! Take your madness back to your hut!
ELSA: There is nowhere to run, Lex. The Syn-spawn has come! You are all doomed. You have fled death only to find the undead! (Cackles)
GRACE: Father, I am frightened!
ENTER TALIN, running past them..
LEX: Talin! Where is Captain Avadielle? We need her!
TALIN: She has turned against us, Lex! She is one of them! Run for your life, Lex!
ELSA: All will fall! Fall to shadow! Fall to void!
LEX: (Grabbing Elsa) Is that all you can do, foul hag? Sing our doom?? There must be something to do! Somewhere to go!
ELSA: (Eyes narrowing) There is a place, though the journey be perilous. But heed thine words. Your salvation shall be a prison, and time shall be your jailer. Hope there is, but only amid ever-encroaching despair. Look ye beyond the wilds, and through the marsh. There, for you to be enshrined, until those who have long-forgotten you shall return.
LEX: (contemptuously) More lunacy!
The screams of others can be heard, more and more overpowered by the curdling cries of the undead
GRACE: Father! We MUST listen to her! We have no choice!
LEX: (Gazing to GRACE, his expression falling to hopeless resignation) Which way, Elsa? We will bring everyone there.
ELSA: No! Bring no one. They are lost already, and they will bring you with them. Only you. Only your daughter. But you must leave now! Quickly! (Points) To the North.
LEX: Grace! Take only what you can carry easily!
GRACE: What about the items of Aristi?
LEX: I will take those. We MUST hold onto them, or there will be no hope for Aristi left. Come now. We must hurry!
ACT I, Scene Two
LOCATION: Aristi. People lay moaning and dying of the plague. Others wail over their lost loved ones.
WOMAN #1: Why did this happen to us? How could the great Aristi have fallen to this?
MAN #1: These strangers tell us that it was the pride of Aristi and the corruption of the Princes that caused this.
MAN #2: That is all lies! How could you think such a thing?
WOMAN #2: But I have heard stories. Of these Midorans, for that is what they call themselves, healing the sick who confess their pride and turn themselves over to their god!
MAN #1: Yes! I have seen it with my own eyes! And they are cleansing the city of the infected dead. They are restoring the city!
WOMAN #1: But...Aristi was such a peaceful, hopeful place. How could it have been sinful?
MAN #2: It was not! It is these Midorans who bring further evil to us in our time of need. They take advantage of our woes!
WOMAN #2: Then how do you explain their powers to heal? Powers as great as the Heralds of Aristi themselves? And where are the Heralds now, anyway? Do they help us? No! They have fled! Left us for dead!
MAN #2: They did not flee! They were chased out or killed by these damnedable Midorans. They will come back for us!
ENTER MIDORAN PALADIN
MIDORAN PALADIN: You’re eyes have seen the death and suffering brought down upon you by the vanities of Aristi. You have witnessed the healing and mercy of Midoran. Yet you still besmirch Midoran’s name and cling to the fleeing leg of your doomed Aristi Princes?
MAN #2: And who are you, sir? Where have you come from that you have the right to accuse us of these sins?
MIDORAN PALADIN: We serve the Just Hand, sir. We serve the one true god that, in his mercy, will save you and your people, if only you will accept him.
WOMAN #2: I will accept him, Sir! Save us!
MAN #1: As do I, fair Knight! Deliver us from this peril!
MAN #2: I will never accept foreigners here. You have come uninvited, preying on our misfortune!
MIDORAN PALADIN: Then, Sir, I shall escort you out of the gates, for you shall be naught but a shadow before the radiance of Midoran.
MAN #2: This is my home! You cannot remove me!
MIDORAN PALADIN: (Drawing his sword) Sir, I can indeed remove you, either peaceably, or other. You are a bane to these people now. You are a virus. Your foul thoughts spread this plague, and I will not allow harm to come to these fair people.
MAN #2: (Gazing fearfully upon the sword and backing away) O-One day, the Heralds will return! And they will mete out true justice upon you! (Flees)
MIDORAN PALADIN: (Turning his gaze upon WOMAN #1, his sword still drawn) And you, fair maiden? What is your sentiment?
WOMAN #1: (Nervously) I-I wish...to be saved. I...accept Midoran. Please, let this madness be over.
MIDORAN PALADIN: (Smiles and sheaths his sword) You find yourself among the wise and favored of Midoran, dear lady. You are saved this day. (Turns to face the city, calling out in a commanding voice) From this day forward, your future is secure, for Midoran is with you as long as your hearts are open to him. Aristi and its godless hedenism could no longer be tolerated. It is a new day. A day of hope. The old ways are over. From this day forward, we bury the corruption of Aristi, and build over it a new city of hope and promise. From now on, this city shall be called Midor!
There are at first scattered cheers, but they increase in intensity, until it turns into a chanting....”Midor!...Midor!....Midor!....”
ACT I, Scene Three
CHORUS: O time of Aristi, so long since gone,
Your name one thousand years forgot,
The sun now rising to Midor’s dawn.
O time of Midor, city of Just Hand,
You bury your past and seize your future,
But a Herald of old still walks the land.
LOCATION: Outside a large estate in the woods. BYRON and UNCLE JOCHIM are engaged in swordplay.
UNCLE JOCHIM: Byron, your gaze follows your swing and not your opponent.
BYRON: I’m sorry, Uncle Jochim.
The swordplay continues for several strokes.
UNCLE JOCHIM: Ease your thrust and maintain your balance, nephew. You leave yourself open to attack.
BYRON: (out of breath) Yes, Uncle Jochim.
The two continue to cross blades.
UNCLE JOCHIM: Maintain a broad stance, Byron. Otherwise you will yield your position and lose your footing.
BYRON: (with tired frustration) Uncle. We have been at it all day. Can’t we take a break?
UNCLE JOCHIM: Byron. The time has grown long as your legs, and soon you must take your leave.
BYRON: I don’t understand, Uncle. What is out there? Here there are our estates to run. Here our life is good. Why must I leave?
UNCLE JOCHIM: The promise of Aristi through the service of the code. You know this as you know the name Lorian.
BYRON: But I am one person only! And you and I are the last of the Aristi line! What can we possibly hope to accomplish?
UNCLE JOCHIM: (Rests his hand on Byron’s shoulder) Byron. Aristi is not a person any more than it is so many bricks set in mortar. Aristi is the personification of the Code, and the Code is eternal as long as even one man keeps it within him. As the son of Lorian, as the last son, you are duty-bound to live by it, and to perpetuate it. As long as you do that, there will always be hope.
BYRON: But what about you? What about our land-holdings? You will need help, Uncle.
UNCLE JOCHIM: Byron, your youthful pride shadows the truth around you. (Gestures to their surroundings) This land, and all our lands, means nothing if it is not built upon the foundations of the Code. And that can only be done by you.
BYRON: (Nodding solemnly) Yes, Uncle.
UNCLE JOCHIM: Great things await you, Byron. This I know as surely as I know the sun shall rise. That it may rise once again upon Aristi is the hope you give me, nephew. Soon, you will wear the armour of the Heralds of Aristi. The armour worn by your father, and his father before him. If you doubt anything that I have told you, trust me now that, when you don that armour, you will question your path no more.
BYRON: I will miss you, Uncle.
UNCLE JOCHIM: And I will miss you, Byron. You have been a quick study, and have a noble heart. Your father would be very proud of you. (Raises sword) Now! Have you found rest enough to try and best this old man?
BYRON: No. But perhaps I have better learned good cause to keep trying, Uncle.
UNCLE JOCHIM: Good! Now, engarde!
ACT I, Scene Four
LOCATION: Midor streets. A large Half-orc and a halfling dressed in black are attacking Midor guards.
(Waiting on meeting with Jessup)
PALADIN CAPTAIN: Vidus. I do not think it safe for you to be out in the streets. The villains may yet return.
VIDUS KHAIN: Midoran is with me, Captain. Besides, these foul creatures have done what they came to do. They will not return any time soon.
BLANCHE LA BELLE: This is horrible. Horrible! So much pain and death. What could bring anyone to do such a thing?
VIDUS KHAIN: They are monsters, lady. They have no sympathy, no remorse. Only blood-lust and the desire for destruction. This is the enemy we face. This is why things much change.
BLANCHE LA BELLE: Change, Bishop?
VIDUS KHAIN: The people are afraid, Blanche. Look at them. Those murderers thought to use this terror to their own ends, but they will only strengthen us. What we could not do before to a complacent populous will now be welcomed.
BLANCHE LA BELLE: I don’t understand, Bishop.
VIDUS KHAIN: Midoran has spoken to me, Blanche. It is soon to be his time. He has given to me the power to make those preparations. To steel the souls of his followers and clear the path for his blessed footsteps. You and I, Blanche. We will make this happen.
BLANCHE LA BELLE: (Warily) I go where Midoran asks, Vidus. I am forever his faithful servant.
VIDUS KHAIN: First, we shall work within, removing the rot from the core of Midor. Then, we shall radiate out to all the people the true power of Midoran. What once was a light of illumination shall become a searing ray of cleansing and Justification!
ACT I, Scene Five
PALADIN CAPTAIN: Do you espouse to show courage and strength amid the face of evil and challenges? Will you respect all peers and equals, for none save the wretched are lesser? Will you be chaste and humble as befitting a paladin, and choose piety before prurience? Will you be virtuous in action and in battle, no matter the foe? Will you show honor and loyalty to The Order of the True Light, ‘til death intervene? Will you come to the defense of those weaker, in the name of goodness and loyalty to our providing land? Will you deal death to those who actively oppose the Code and the goodness within the land? Will you hold a clear mind and heart, and expunge doubt and faithlessness by the radiance of the True Light?
GRADUATES: (On bended knee) We solemnly pledge this.
PALADIN CAPTAIN: Rise then, Paladins of Midoran.
All graduates rise.
PALADIN CAPTAIN: From this day forward, you will be the extension of the Just Hand of Midoran. You are the fingers he clenches around evil. You are the grip he crushes the unfaithful with. Go now, and defend the glory which is Midor. May Midoran be with you all.
PALADIN CAPTAIN exits.
REMI: Can you believe it, Lillian? We made it! We’re Paladins!
LILLIAN: (with flat emotion) Believe it? I’ve never believed anything else. I’ve never wanted to be anything else. Today is the first day that I really can believe in.
REMI: Oh come now, Lillian. Will you not show the least bit of excitement?
LILLIAN: I’m a paladin now, Remi. It is not excitement we should feel, but rather the humility and honor of being able to uphold the code.
REMI: (Groans) Well, then I shall be excited for you, dear Lillian Blackstone, Paladin of Midoran!
LILLIAN: (forfeits a smile and puts an arm around Remi) And I, Remi, will overlook your prideful enthusiasm as your friend and fellow paladin.
REMI: (laughs and bows mockingly to Lillian) You humble me, Lady Blackstone, with your piety.
A conversation behind them by two graduates is overheard.
GRADUATE #1: But did you hear what they did to that female elf?
GRADUATE #2: Of course, and it is no less than a subversive, subservient race deserves.
GRADUATE #1: It’s butchery!
GRADUATE #2: Hold your tongue, sir! You have just taken an oath to Midoran, and now you equate His justice with Butchery? I wonder what the Captain would think of such a remark.
GRADUATE #1:: I- I have spoken rashly. I only meant to say...
GRADUATE #2: I would suggest you restrain your lip-flapping until such time as a more sensible word may be formed by them.
The two graduates walk off.
REMI: That is not the first discourse like that I’ve heard. It grows more as the days pass.
LILLIAN: Stay away from such discussions, Remi. The ranks become more and more tempted by the corruptions of the outside world.
REMI: Things are not always so black and white, Lillian. The stories I’ve heard...
LILLIAN: The stories you witlessly eavesdrop upon I do not wish to have pass my ears, Remi! I am a paladin now! It is not for a Paladin to question. Were that to be so, the code would not be so incontestable. And as for things being black and white, a Paladin must make all things so, for we can only thwart the darkness and follow the light. What many mistake for a moral grayness is simply their own shadow dimming the light.
REMI: You speak as if a Paladin must have a withered heart and a soulless mind.
LILLIAN: And you speak as one who questions the very code we stand upon.
REMI: Nay. Not the code, Lillian. Never the code. But I do question the recent notations in the margins.
LILLIAN: If you speak so, then why did you even become a Paladin, Remi?
REMI: I believe in the code, Lillian. And I believe in Midoran. My faith fills my armour and lends strength to my sword. And I will defend the code, to my last breath. And that means defending it from any oppressor...any villian to Midoran’s will. Even...(faltering)
LILLIAN: Even WHAT?
REMI: Even if it cloaks itself in the white robes of Midoran Himself.
LILLIAN: (Gasps in shock) Remi! You could not mean...?!
REMI: (nods) It is since he has come to power that Midor has become tainted.
LILLIAN: (Turns from Remi quickly) Stop! Speak no more! I will not listen to this!
REMI: You need not, Lillian. Not now. But, as the days move long, you may find it more and more impossible to ignore. Until then, Lillian, we have the code, and the grace of Midoran, to guide us all.
LILLIAN: (turns back to her, sighing and straightening her shoulders) It is all I need, Remi. |
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 12 Feb 2006 10:28 PM |
*Gasps and reels*
OHMIGOD.
Just saw some of the most brilliant RP ever!
I shall be posting all logs from all instances when Willom and Iris have met the White Bishop. It's so damned brilliant!!!!
Tonight. Yes, later tonight. Will post then.
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 12 Feb 2006 10:54 PM |
Far and away some of the best and downright funniest RP I have ever seen. They were awesome IG tonight all of them Willom, Iris, Percival and Mykal/Vidus.
*tries to remove his s**t eating grin, and fails abjectly* |
"Mistakes have been made, others will be blamed..." |
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 12 Feb 2006 10:58 PM |
Ficcy,
A challenge for you
Work the phrase "burning kettle of fish" into Willom's RP and see if you can make it end up in one of his stories without telling him too
- Paul
PS: and yes, they are brilliant. |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 13 Feb 2006 08:55 AM |
Need sleep. Event to run tomorrow. Logs have to wait until tomorrow.
I have to say, though, having eagerly watched Percival for the past few months, I am sorely, SORELY tempted to give him a promotion. |
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 13 Feb 2006 09:29 AM |
Give him one. Take a suitable item from one of the RS inventories and make a IG deal of it.
shield? helmet? sword? ring?
- Paul |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
Posted: 13 Feb 2006 09:31 AM |
Give him one. Take a suitable item from one of the RS inventories and make a IG deal of it.
shield? helmet? sword? ring?
- Paul
A sword. With lots of nasty properties against elves! *grins*
Stir things up a bit...
Sean |
'The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.' - Richard Bach, Illusions. |
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The White Bishop
Posted: 14 Feb 2006 08:33 AM |
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] 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.
((I love the effect Inquisitors have on people!!!))
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 - To 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] *A whisper at your ear* Hands away from the pack. Slowly.
Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell] 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] *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] *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] *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 - To Mykal] 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] *Five minutes later you find your pack by your feet again, apparently having been searched*
The Butcher: [Tell] ((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 - To James] 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] 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] 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] *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* |
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The Witch
Posted: 03 Aug 2006 06:25 AM |
Jessup's ultimatum and the witch's response
The witch is Serilde.
She and Cassadari make a cameo in The Exodus.
Her original character concept (like most NPCs I seem to make up) is from a PC concept that I never got time to play much. Briana on my Fictrix account was the 'savage' name of a Midoran named Netallien Serilde, a secret practitioner of witchcraft. My notes on patricians are compiled from my background notes on Lillian, but also from my background notes on Serilde. The notes in Serilde's bio were focused on the Mazadhi connection and pre-Aristi Midorans (pre-Midoran Midorans, in fact).
If Willom meets Jessup... and if I'm around for it... she will be there, oh yes. |
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Plot Twists Galore!
Posted: 17 Sep 2006 10:14 AM |
Buckshire Trading Post
Jessup the Younger: *eyes Willom*
Willom Wilde: Hmmm...it would appear the situation is not so clear-cut.
Ophelia: *nods* mr. Jessup.
Salt Sower: A sort of a preview, so to speak.
Jessup the Younger: *licks his lips*
Willom Wilde: But perhaps...*turns, seeing Jessup* Erp!!!!!!
Jessup the Younger: *looks over to Ophelia and nods*
Iris Tammarack: *cringes at the name Jessup*
Talion Deraith: *is about to answer but turns to Jessup and watches*
Jessup the Younger: *points to Willom*
Iris Tammarack: *turns around slowly*
Willom Wilde: I...I....Ir....Ir........Ir...*begins to yank on Iris' arm frantically*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Wilde.
Jessup the Younger: I believe we haz a needin ta talkz.
Cherilyn Marcelle: *Takes an involutary half-step back*
Willom Wilde: *Sweating and stuttering* a...aaa......aa......a....th....thththththt
Iris Tammarack: ~pats Willom's arm comfortingly~
Salt Sower: *eyes wide in horror as the scene unfolds*
Jessup the Younger: Nowz.
Jessup the Younger: *snorts*
Salt Sower: *brief pleading glance at Talion*
Willom Wilde: *Looks down at his legs, which are rigid*
Jessup the Younger: *looks at his hands*
Willom Wilde: *Looks up at Jessup, white as a sheet*
Talion Deraith: *watches quietly with a look of dismay*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Wilde?
Ophelia: *looks at jussup*
Jessup the Younger: Zhall I carry ya?
Iris Tammarack: Where would you like to go to talk Jessup?
Jessup the Younger: Tha Port.
Cherilyn Marcelle: *Opens her mouth to say something, look at the Orc again, then wisely shuts it*
((You should have seen where he was standing... the lighting was very intimidating. Looked like something outta Nethar'u!))
Willom Wilde: Uh...yes. I mean, NO! No. I...I....I just need to.....hold on...*starts hyperventilating* Having trouble....breathing....please...one moment!
Talion Deraith: Mister Jessup, even for yourself it is rude to interupt someone business. Master Wilde here had just agreed to travel with us.
Willom Wilde: *Leans over, puts head between knees and takes deep breaths*
Ophelia: I suggest you stay out of it.
((That was to Talion))
Iris Tammarack: ~pats Willom on the back~
Ophelia: Mr talion.
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Tal*
Salt Sower: *jaw drops*
Willom Wilde: *Looks up at Talion*
Salt Sower: *at Ophelia's move*
Jessup the Younger: Im afraid thiz buzinezz iz more important.
Zubeida al-Maheeni: *watches impressed by talion's balls*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Wilde iz in my debt.
Ophelia: *looks to jessup*
Jessup the Younger: An it iz time ta collectz.
Jessup the Younger: Zurely ya unnerztan tha Mizta Tal.
Willom Wilde: B...but...but...the debt..wait!
Talion Deraith: I see... and I will still be able to complete my business with him?
Talion Deraith: At a later date.
Willom Wilde: *Looks with panic between Talion and Jessup*
Zubeida al-Maheeni: *steps forward out of the shadows interested in this exchange*
Jessup the Younger: *looks over at Will then back to Tal then to Willoms hands* Dependz on wah ya wan i zpoze.
Jessup the Younger: Tell ya wah.....ifn he nah able ta elp ya outz...ill find ya zomeone who willz.
Willom Wilde: Mr. JessupIcanexplaineverythingyoudon'thavetotakemyhandswecanworkthisallout!!!
Jessup the Younger: Ta tha Port Willomz.
Jessup the Younger: Nowz.
Willom Wilde: Pleeeeeeeaaaasseee!
Jessup the Younger: An ztop beggin'.
Jessup the Younger: Yer makin it worze.
Jessup the Younger: An makin me mad.
Willom Wilde: *Looks up*
Jessup the Younger: *sigh*
Iris Tammarack: ~helps Willom up~ We had better just go talk to him right away.
Cherilyn Marcelle: *Steps quietly away from the pandemonium*
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Ophelia*
Ophelia: Mr williom...I dont' think you want to do that...*looks to Jessup*
((Logged off, then back in as DM))
Port Royale - The Stagecrafters
((I've cut out a lot of OOC stuff here. On the walk to Port, Chief and I were plotting things on the fly. Man... I love ad-lib.))
Jessup the Younger: *waves you over*
Willom Wilde: *Looks around, thoroughly confused*
Jessup the Younger: Ya been ere afore noz?
Willom Wilde: *Nods hesitantly*
Iris Tammarack: *nods*
Jessup the Younger: *nods slowly*
Esmerelda: *drops down from the ceiling*
((Esmerelda is an animated skull... no, not a lich, more like a Mimir... almost. But people assume she's a demi-lich. Only Xaranthir and... I forget who else... knows the truth.))
Esmerelda: *Spins crazily a few times*
Jessup the Younger: *smiles*
Willom Wilde: *Jumps at Esmerelda* Oh dear!
Iris Tammarack: *jumps back*
Jessup the Younger: Ezme!
Esmerelda: Darrrrrrlings! Has the bloodletting started yet?
Jessup the Younger: *shakes his head*
Esmerelda: *pouts*
Willom Wilde: oooo.....*Hold head, legs threatening to give way*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Jezzup haz com' up wit zomtin betta.
Esmerelda: *The Stagecrafters look accustomed to the skull's presence*
Iris Tammarack: ~steps forward and offers Willom her arm~
Willom Wilde: *Jaw drops*
Jessup the Younger: Ezme likez diz plaze nah?
Esmerelda: Ooohhh, really?
Esmerelda: You know I do, my dear.
Jessup the Younger: *smiles*
Jessup the Younger: *looks at will*
Willom Wilde: But you MUST at least hear my STORY! You HAVE to!!!
Esmerelda : [Tell] That Claude. If Jessup had met him, he would have admitted he was the one worthwhile paladin in existence!
Jessup the Younger: [DM] lol
Jessup the Younger: ZILENZE!
Willom Wilde: There is an amazingly good reason why I don't have the play for you!!!
Willom Wilde: *Clamps mouth shut*
Esmerelda: *makes a sound like a sigh and turns to Jessup*
Esmerelda: Shall I?
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
((Chief is just playing along; NEITHER of us has ANY idea what the other is about to do.))
Willom Wilde: *Panicked eyes stare at Esmerelda*
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Willom*
Esmerelda: -Headbutts Willom-
Jessup the Younger: [DM] ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Willom Wilde: *Flies back, grabbing onto head* yyyyyyYYYOWWW!!!!
Jessup the Younger: Tank ya Mz Ezme.
Esmerelda: *Head shakes from side to side* Honestly, darrrling. Now shush and be a good boy.
Willom Wilde: *Spinning around* Ow ow ow ow ow!!!
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Wildez....diz be yer optionz.
Esmerelda: Aww, it hurt, I think.
Willom Wilde: Oh my gods! gonna bruise, gonna bruise. That's goona bruise!
Esmerelda: Here, I'll kiss it and make it better. Mwah!
Esmerelda: *Lunges forward and taps forehead with her teeth*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] YOUR KILLIN ME! LOLOL
Iris Tammarack: Willom...shhhhh.
Jessup the Younger: Tha firzt optionz...I take yer handz an we all zquarez.
Willom Wilde: *Holds head out to Iris*
Willom Wilde: STay back!
Jessup the Younger: MIZTA WILDEZ!
Jessup the Younger: Ya Lizenin?
Willom Wilde: *Winces*
Esmerelda: -Hovers over Willom, then settles atop his hat-
Esmerelda: *Clacks jaws*
Jessup the Younger: Yer firzt optionz...I take yer handz.
Willom Wilde: *Freezes, eyes rolling up to hat*
Jessup the Younger: Nowz ifn ya nah wan tha...then I haz anotha option fer ya.
Willom Wilde: *Trembles, shakes, shudders*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] that looked graeat!!!!!
((You had to see it. Haha... all the dancing around and the spinning and the bobbing skull...))
Willom Wilde: *Eyes lock intently on Mr. Jessup*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Jezzup iz tinkin a gittin inta tha performin artz buzinezz.
Jessup the Younger: *motions to the stagecrafters hall*
Jessup the Younger: Oweva...I need zomonez ta run it fer mez.
Willom Wilde: *Stares with utter perplexity*
Jessup the Younger: I nah haz tha time ta doz tha ya zee.
Iris Tammarack: You are going to buy this place?
Esmerelda: Darrrrrling... *purrs*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Jezzup haz a partna in thiz matta....an yez we iz puttin a bid in.
Esmerelda: There are so many paladins around nowadays. Why don't you hold the opening ceremony with a parade? I'm sure they'll want the chance to strut and show off.
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Esme and nods happily* A gooda ideaz!
Willom Wilde: *Wringing hands, looking completely lost*
Esmerelda: I do SO love parades
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Jezzup luv em tooz.
Jessup the Younger: All tha wavin an ztuffz!
Jessup the Younger: *beams*
Esmerelda: And banners, darrrrrling
Jessup the Younger: YUZ!
Iris Tammarack: Parades? Paladins? *shakes head in confusion*
Jessup the Younger: Many bannaz!
Esmerelda : [Tell] ROFL. It's great how he goes from being menacing crimelord to little kid.
Willom Wilde: ...Waving...yes...*Looks at Iris, then back to Jessup*
Willom Wilde: Banners. Yes.
Jessup the Younger: *clears throat*Yez fer tha regranopenin a tha stagecraftaz!
Jessup the Younger: *nods happily*
Jessup the Younger: A plaze tha ya will be runnin Mizta Wildez.
Jessup the Younger: Fer me an me partna a courze.
Willom Wilde: *Stunned silence*
Jessup the Younger: Tha iz unlezz ya wan me ta take yer handz.
Jessup the Younger: *looks at them*
Esmerelda : [Tell] I take it the partner is Mortifer?
((I have Mortifer, Malicia Satard and the hag from Willom's tale all set up in the lab upstairs in PAJWT... from the earlier on-the-fly OOC planning))
Willom Wilde: *Looks down at his hands. Ponders. Looks back up at Jessup.*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] I want it to be the witch if possible
Iris Tammarack: I don't imagine you would tell us who your partner is? *looks to Jessup*
Willom Wilde: I'll...keep my hands.
Jessup the Younger: *looks at him*
Esmerelda : [Tell] Wait, wait. Mortifer... but then he says, I have a third interested party....
Esmerelda : [Tell] That can be the WTICH!
Jessup the Younger: [DM] *hugs you* YES!!!!!
Jessup the Younger: [DM] YOUR EVIL FICKLES!!!!
Esmerelda : [Tell] Malicia can be the supplier- WHEEEEEEEEEEE
Willom Wilde: And...um...just how long, might I respectfully ask...would this...term of service...be...for?
Jessup the Younger: *furrows brow* Az long az tha ownaz a tha plaze agree ta itz.
Jessup the Younger: [DM] YUZ!!!! OH THE FUN!
Jessup the Younger: Tha being me an me partna.
Willom Wilde: *Smiles a sour smile* Yes. Hmmm. Lovely. Exciting, really. I'm...stupified by my...good...fortune. Hmmm.
Willom Wilde: Huzzah, I say.
Jessup the Younger: Juz tink a it Mizta Wildez...yer name on thiz plaze!
Jessup the Younger: All yerz!
Jessup the Younger: Ya can do any play ya wizh!
Jessup the Younger: Yer very own actin troupz!
Jessup the Younger: Muzizianz! Artiztz!
Willom Wilde: *Eyes spark* Eh?
Esmerelda : [Tell] Oh Chiefy, maybe this is how the 'good' future comes to be..... Jessup makes a critical error.... Willom gains powers quietly.... and becomes the next benevolent kingpin of crime!
((There is a long story behind that... never mind. In-joke.))
Jessup the Younger: All unner yer command!
Willom Wilde: *Looks up* My own...troupe?
Jessup the Younger: [DM] *evil cackle*
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Willom Wilde: *Absently twirls mustache* My own troupe....
Willom Wilde: Acting again...
Jessup the Younger: [DM] i have to send you a pm abou tthat ficcy that will make you laugh so hard youll cry.
Jessup the Younger: Mhmm.
Jessup the Younger: An zingin!
Jessup the Younger: Anytin ya needz...Mizta Jezzup can gitz it fer ya....any acta....
Esmerelda : [Tell] YUS, you must send it
Jessup the Younger: I can gitz im fer ya ...an at a dizcount.
Jessup the Younger: They will be made an offa they canna refuze!
Jessup the Younger: *cracks knuckles*
Jessup the Younger: All tha finezt in tha landz workin fer ya1
Jessup the Younger: *nods beaming*
Jessup the Younger: An yer name on tha entranze!
Willom Wilde: *Brow furrows slightly* Now, just hold on a moment...*taps finger against temple* Now, a moment ago, you were going to take my hands.
Jessup the Younger: Yuz
Jessup the Younger: Tha true.
Willom Wilde: Now, you're going to let me run this place and act and sing and dance? THAT'S the alternative to getting my hands lopped off???
Esmerelda: Is there a problem with that, darrrrling?
Jessup the Younger: *looks at esme*
Iris Tammarack: Sounds too good to be true. Is there a catch?
Jessup the Younger: *then to Willom*
Esmerelda: Honestly. Artists. I don't understand you lot.
Willom Wilde: *Looks at Esmerelda* Er...well, no. Not as such, certainly. I'm...I'm just a bit...confused, is all, you see.
Jessup the Younger: Lady Ezme be ritez....
Jessup the Younger: Look Mizta Wildez...
Jessup the Younger: zure I can take yer handz....an tha debt be zettled...
Esmerelda: Darrrling, you have demonstrated great innovation, endurance and integrity!
Willom Wilde: *Holds out one hand* Mutilation...? *Holds out other hand* Or singing and dancing...?
Jessup the Younger: Ezactly!
Esmerelda: And resourcefulness!
Jessup the Younger: Lady Ezme zaid itz!
((Actually, it was a wild guess! Did I ever mention, ad-lib RP is the most fun sort?))
Esmerelda: Why, in the face of death threats, you have not caved in!
Jessup the Younger: Ta take yer handz woulda be a zhame!
Esmerelda: You've held up to incredible stress!
Jessup the Younger: Ya be perfect fer thiz jobz!
((ROFL, in that case, Jessup has the most interesting job interviews and selection process I have ever seen....))
Willom Wilde: *Gawks at both of them*
Jessup the Younger: *nods rapidly*
Esmerelda: *Hops off the hat*
Esmerelda: MWAH!
Jessup the Younger: Ya haz talentz Mizta Wildez1
Esmerelda: *Kisses his cheek*
Jessup the Younger: Ta deztroy tha...would be a zhame!
Jessup the Younger: An...nah profitable.
Jessup the Younger: *wry smile*
Willom Wilde: *Closes eyes*
Jessup the Younger: I can makez more gold wit ya wit both handz.
Willom Wilde: *Pinches himself*
Esmerelda : [Tell] LOLOL. Good thing Jerec isn't alive. I bet Jessup would have tried to hire him too.
Jessup the Younger: [DM] LOL
Willom Wilde: *Opens eyes*
Jessup the Younger: It be buzinezz Mizta Wildez....an thiz idea be gooda buzinezz!
Esmerelda : [Tell] He could have been trusted to set up hospitals and things... benefit the people... and make Jessup look good at the same time
Willom Wilde: Well...um....*Looks at Iris questioningly*...I'm...flattered. Really. Quite marvellously flattered.
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Jezzup git real good reputation az a philanhtropizt!
Iris Tammarack: ~looks back to Willom with concern~
Jessup the Younger: I be a lova a tha artz!
Jessup the Younger: *clutches robes and looks off*
((I should point out now, he's wearing a rather dramatic-looking red, black and silver toga))
Jessup the Younger: Almoz like a bard!
Jessup the Younger: *beams*
Willom Wilde: *Scrutinizes Jessup* But what about all the killing and mutilating and torturing and stuff? See, the artsy stuff doesn't go so well with that, you know.
Jessup the Younger: *dramatic ppose*
Esmerelda: Nonsense, darrrrling.
Esmerelda: Why, people love it.... the drama... the horror...
Jessup the Younger: *snaps out of it* Tha only don when needed.
Esmerelda: The bravery that comes from such horrid conditions....
Jessup the Younger: Yez!
Willom Wilde: *Blinks at Jessup* Love...the...arts. Well, of course you do.
Jessup the Younger: Peoplez lovez itz!
Jessup the Younger: They wan morez1
Jessup the Younger: Didn ya zee them fazez in tha pozt?
Willom Wilde: *Stares between them again*
Jessup the Younger: They waz about ta haz hart attackz!
Jessup the Younger: Tha drama!
Esmerelda: *Clacks jaws and chuckles*
Willom Wilde: I think I'm about to have one myself...
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Esme and laughs*
((She has... the BEST voiceset. And the most EVIL little chuckle.))
Willom Wilde: *Winces to her cackle and his laugh*
Esmerelda : [Tell] Oh I love the laughs
Iris Tammarack: *shakes head slowly*
Jessup the Younger: *ahem* Naturally Mizta Wilde.....ya may change tha inzide a thiz plaze ta yer likin.
Jessup the Younger: Ya may add a room fer yerzelvez.
Jessup the Younger: Waheva ya needz.
Esmerelda: Oh, splendid idea, darrrrrling
Jessup the Younger: Ya juz letz me knaw.
Willom Wilde: *Looks around* Oh, well. The place could use a bit of touching up, couldn't it? Missing a bit of color, really. A bit of the...dramatic.
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Jessup the Younger: Yez...dramaticz! Tha wah I waz tinkin!
Esmerelda: See? He's already thinking of ideas, darrrling.
Jessup the Younger: Maybe blod red eh?
Jessup the Younger: Yez yez!
Esmerelda: Such initiative!
Jessup the Younger: Him a tinker!
Jessup the Younger: An an intiativer!
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Willom Wilde: *Pales* Blood red? Yes, yes, well...maybe....maybe.....just a DROP.
Jessup the Younger: *shrugs* It up ta ya.
Jessup the Younger: *looks back*
Willom Wilde: *Blinks*
Jessup the Younger: *sniff*
Jessup the Younger: *frowns*
Cora Delving: *slight smirk*
Willom Wilde: *Watches Jessup nervously*
Jessup the Younger: I gotta git betta eyez.
Cora Delving: it's only me
Willom Wilde: *Startles to Cora*
Jessup the Younger: *smiles*
Esmerelda: Darrrling. Love the outfit.
Cora Delving: *slight smirk* um.. thanks
Jessup the Younger: *rocks on his heels* Zo Mizta Wildez...doz we haz a deal?
Jessup the Younger: *extends his hand*
Willom Wilde: I...well...I guess...I would say...that...we.....*inhales, eyes hand, then puts his out, wincing* A deal. *through clenched teeth.
Esmerelda: *Cackles gleefully*
Jessup the Younger: *shakes it vigorously*
Jessup the Younger: YUZ!
Jessup the Younger: *pulls him in andhugs him*
Jessup the Younger: *crunch*
Cora Delving: [DM] omg.. that is a great laugh
((Didn't I tell you? She has the BEST cackle!))
Jessup the Younger: EZELLENTZ!
Willom Wilde: Ooorph!
Esmerelda : [Tell - to Chief] ROFL!!!!! Og just bruised his ribs earlier.
Jessup the Younger: *scrnch*
Esmerelda : [Tell - to BKatt] I know!
Willom Wilde: *Muffled murmur, then groan*
Jessup the Younger: *crunch*
Willom Wilde: .....!
Jessup the Younger: *mushes his hat*
Jessup the Younger: *releases him*
Esmerelda : [Tell - to Chief] Then let's meet his partner!
Cora Delving: *looks Willom over slowly*
Willom Wilde: *Turns lovely shade of blue*
Esmerelda: Oooh
Jessup the Younger: Nowz...we muz haz ya meet my partna.
Esmerelda: Look, darrrrling
Willom Wilde: Ooooooof! *Breathes heavily*
Jessup the Younger: Hmm?
Esmerelda: His face matches his outfit now. Splendid.
Jessup the Younger: Yez.
Jessup the Younger: Lookz gooda!
Esmerelda: I do love colour coordination.
((Can you tell I'm taking the piss outta this sort of RP with the floating skull? Is it obvious enough?))
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Esmerelda : [Tell] Funny thing is, she's TN
Willom Wilde: You're...partner...*straightening hat* Yes, certainly.
Jessup the Younger: Much abetta then yer pazty white faze.
Willom Wilde: *Looks at Cora* Would this be your...your partner?
Iris Tammarack: Indeed...partner.
Cora Delving: *raised brow*
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Cora* Nah...nah lady Cora..though zhe may be elpin a bitz.
Jessup the Younger: Com'!
Jessup the Younger: We go meet im!
Esmerelda: *Bobs along*
Jessup the Younger: Com lady Cora!
Willom Wilde: *Eyes eyes with nervous resignation, then follows*
Cora Delving: ..right
Esmerelda: *Zips around in dizzy circles happily*
Port Royale
Esmerelda : [Tell] carry esme
((I had to zip ahead to PAJWT, so had to limbo her))
Jessup the Younger: *pops esme in his pack*
Cora Delving: *slight grin to herself*
((Slight bit of confusion and miscommuncation occurs here, the party ending up in UnderCity. Oops!))
Port Royale - The Black Pearl
Cora Delving: you walk too fast, sir.. *smirks*
Jessup the Younger: *grins*
Iris Tammarack: I doubt it.
Willom Wilde: I can see why he'd be interested.
Port Royale - The Black Pearl - Cellars
Willom Wilde: *Looks about*
Jessup the Younger: Com we muznt keep me partna watin!
Willom Wilde: Wha...what is this place?
Willom Wilde: *Knocks on the dome*
Iris Tammarack: Ummm, that's not good.
Willom Wilde: Excuse me?
The Muse: [Tell] Bah where are youi going? I thought you were comgin to the lab.
Jessup the Younger: [Tell] i thought you said Mortifer?1
The Muse: [Tell] Someone here can say they saw him leave; wait
Jessup the Younger: Falla me.
Iris Tammarack: Mustn't keep his partner waiting, but we get shut out of wherever they are going. Perfect.
The Muse: [Tell] talk to the shopkeeps
Jessup the Younger: bah he already at me zhop.
Jessup the Younger: *frowns* we iz late!
Willom Wilde: Oh. Hellow.
Jessup the Younger: *snorts*
The Muse: [Tell] although... it wont hurt for willom to see the warehouse
Port Royale
Jessup the Younger: *mutters to himself about a parade and banners*
The Muse: [Tell] LOL
Jessup the Younger: [Tell] teehee
The Muse: [Tell] Oh Chiefy... he would have loved Claude
Jessup the Younger: [Tell] you had to kill him off!
Jessup the Younger: In ya goz!
Jessup the Younger: Quickz!
Jessup the Younger: *pushes you in*
Jessup the Younger: *smiles*
Port Royale - Pickston and Jessup's Wild Tours
Iris Tammarack: *looks around*
Jessup the Younger: Thiz wayz.
Willom Wilde: So, your...um...partner. Is this person a performer, perhaps?
Cora Delving: *slight grin*
Cora Delving: he appreciates... the arts
Jessup the Younger: He haz....actually ad zom ezperienze in tha artz...yez....but he now zpezializez in anotha art.
Willom Wilde: Oh, well....splendid. He must.
Willom Wilde: Painting?
Iris Tammarack: *looks into the store sadly*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] so ill introduce them to mort an just as we are almost done ill bring up the third business partner and she can appear in the pentagram!!!
Port Royale - Pickston and Jessup's Wild Tours - Residences
Willom Wilde: Oh, my! This IS impressive!
Jessup the Younger: Juz a leetle remodelin.
The Muse: [Tell] sure sure... play it by ear... don't forget to let esme out
Jessup the Younger: [Tell] I wont hehe
Jessup the Younger: Thiz way pleaze.
((He leads them to the lab))
Willom Wilde: *Looks in, a bit nervously*
Jessup the Younger: Gotta git tha door fixed.
Iris Tammarack: What is this?
Willom Wilde: *Glances at the floor*
((At the glowing red pentagram... and the blood stains around it))
Cora Delving: oh.. just.. art deco
Mortifer: *Is leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed*
((Mortifer's on the far side of the room, and so is Malicia))
Iris Tammarack: Interesting.
Jessup the Younger: *lets Esme out*
Mortifer: *Slow smile, baring fangs*
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Wilde....Mz Iriz.
Willom Wilde: *Stares at Mortifer, backing up when he sees the fangs*
Iris Tammarack: *watches the book flutter around*
Cora Delving: *leans on the wall*
Jessup the Younger: May I intraduze ya ta my buzinezz partna....Mizta MOrtiferz.
Willom Wilde: Mmmister...Mortifer?
Mortifer : [Tell] tell them not to be rude... come forward and greet him!
Iris Tammarack: *steps toward Willom protectively*
Willom Wilde: *Bows shakily* A...a pleasure, indeed.
Jessup the Younger: Mizta Wilde danna be rude go cloza!
Willom Wilde: *Takes cautious steps*
Mortifer: *leans away from the wall, uncrossing his arms*
Jessup the Younger: Go onz!
Willom Wilde: *Tries to smile*
Jessup the Younger: He iz yer bozz!
((Poor, poor James... always ends up picked on by vampires, no matter what character he plays!))
Jessup the Younger: *nods happily*
Mortifer: Ah, so you are the famous Willom Wilde.
Iris Tammarack: *keeps close to Willom*
Willom Wilde: *Turns sharply to Jessup, then back to Mortifer..if possible, paler than before*
Mortifer: I'm a fan of your work, sir. Especially that play with the dress.
Jessup the Younger: *nods about the dress*
Mortifer: *Steps forward and kisses him on both cheeks*
Willom Wilde: Er...well, yes. A...a fan? Oh, well...thank you.
Mortifer: *Then Iris too*
Willom Wilde: You...you saw that?
Jessup the Younger: [DM] lol
Iris Tammarack: *blink, blink*
Mortifer : [Tell - to BKatt] I wonder how much i can creep them out... first they get kissed by skulls... and now a vampire
Willom Wilde: *Touches skin where kissed* Er...well...um...oh dear. Thank you.
Cora Delving: [DM] heh
Mortifer: *Smiles that fanged smiled again* I look forward to working with you both. *Silkily*
((...And if you fail, I will devour you...))
Mortifer: *Turns to Jessup suddenly*
Jessup the Younger: *beams and claps*
Mortifer: Have you introduced them to Miss Satard yet?
Iris Tammarack: ~looks to Willom with a great deal of concern~
Mortifer : [Tell] what does he call jessup? Sir Jessup? Lord Jessup? just Jessup?
Jessup the Younger: Nah yetz....ya may doz tha honaz Mizta Mortiferz.
Willom Wilde: *Returns Iris' look, eyes glassy and wide*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] Lord jessup
Mortifer: *Gestures with his left hand*
Iris Tammarack: *glances over*
Mortifer: Milord Willom, this is Miss Malicia Satard. She will be acquiring... whatever supplies you desire for your enterprise.
((Torture instruments and souls in jars a specialty.))
Jessup the Younger: *looks over to Malicia*
((She's a humanoid-looking demoness type... presumably sent by Nu'men to keep an eye on things in PAJWT.))
Willom Wilde: *Turns to look at Miss Satard, hand grasping cloak tightly, wringing it*
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Malicia Satard: *Steps forward, smiling... surprisingly doesn't have fangs*
Cora Delving: *slight smirk*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] lol
Mortifer: She's... -very-... experienced.
Mortifer: I don't think you'll be disappointed.
Willom Wilde: Oh, uh. Well...a...a pleasure, Miss. Satard.
Willom Wilde: *Bows*
Cora Delving: *slaps at some of the pages of the book*
((The Master's Grimoire is flapping around everywhere being a nuisance.))
Malicia Satard: *Bows back, saying nothing; just watching the two with her void-black eyes*
Iris Tammarack: *steps forward and holds out a hand* Pleased to meet you madam.
Malicia Satard: *Rubs a thumb along the whip*
((She's holding a glowing red whip.))
Malicia Satard: *Eyes the hand*
Willom Wilde: *Tries to keep eye contact with her, but finally looks slightly away*
Mortifer: Milord Jessup, I must inform you... there has been a... development.
Jessup the Younger: Ohz?
Jessup the Younger: Wah be tha?
Iris Tammarack: Okay then. *pulls hand back*
Mortifer : [Tell - to BKatt] might want to stand by jessup, on the side esme is on
((ie. away from the pentagram))
Willom Wilde: *Slowly steps back, against the wall, Looking between Jessup and Mortifer*
Mortifer: Well, a third party has shown... interest... in Mister Wilde's activities.
Iris Tammarack: *watches book with fascination*
Cora Delving: *grabs a parchment from the desk*
Mortifer: And has proposed to join this partnership.
Willom Wilde: *Eyes bulge*
Jessup the Younger: *eyes widen and a huge smile comes across his face*
Jessup the Younger: Ezellentz!
Jessup the Younger: Moz ezellentz!
Jessup the Younger: Will zhe be joinin uz?
Willom Wilde: *Lips move, quiver, but no sound emits*
Mortifer: Well, as I understand it...
Willom Wilde: *Eyes dart between them*
Cora Delving: *slight nod to Malicia*
Mortifer: The heir to one of the great and affluent patrician families of Midor.
((Well, maybe when you were alive, about 70 years ago... but I won't mention that.))
Jessup the Younger: Oh ho!
Willom Wilde: *slight gasp of breath*
Jessup the Younger: Royalty!
Iris Tammarack: *mouthes the word Midor*
Mortifer: Or the equivalent.
Jessup the Younger: Tha givez uz mucha credibility!
((I sense the DOOM of PAJWT! This could conceivably send them bankrupt and LOSE them all credibility!))
Jessup the Younger: *nods sagely*
Willom Wilde: Wwwwha....wwwwhoo.....? *Very quietly*
Mortifer: Would you get that vial from the shelf behind you, Mister Wilde? The one labelled frost dragon blood.
((I made that up. In retrospect should probably have gone for blood of innocents or something more sinister like that.))
Willom Wilde: *Looks at the shelf* What? Oh...yes...
Willom Wilde: *Reaches up, grabbing the vial in trembling hands*
Mortifer: Pour it into the centre of the pentragram, if you please. Then step away. Quickly.
Cora Delving: *coughs*
Jessup the Younger: *smiles patiently*
Jessup the Younger: *points to the pentagram*
Willom Wilde: Pour it...*Looks to the pentagram*...Me???
Malicia Satard: *Glides forward eagerly*
Jessup the Younger: Tha pentagramz.
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Mortifer: Yes, it must be you. You were specifically asked for.
Iris Tammarack: *steps away*
Willom Wilde: *Puts other hand on Vial to try and stop the trembling.*
Jessup the Younger: An danna fergit ta movez away fazt!
Mortifer: Why, this individual would never have wished to be part of this if not for you.
Mortifer: *Smiles, showing off his fangs*
Willom Wilde: Bbbut, now....er...Okay.
Jessup the Younger: *fixes his hair*
Willom Wilde: *Grasps cork...tries to pull it off vial...trembling hand fumbles*
Cora Delving: *reclines back, elbows on the desk*
Iris Tammarack: *crosses arms to hide her shaking hands*
Willom Wilde: Oh...oh, dear. Just...just a moment here...*wipes hand on his cloths briskly*
Jessup the Younger: *blink*
Cora Delving: *snaps her fingers at the book and gives it a stern look*
Willom Wilde: *Gives up and pulls cork out with his teeth, almost spilling the vial*
Jessup the Younger: *winces a bit*
Willom Wilde: *Holds vial over center of pentagram*
The Muse: [Tell] oh the suspense
Jessup the Younger: [Tell] ROFL I KNOW!
Willom Wilde: *Looks back at Mortifer*
Jessup the Younger: *nods confidently*
Jessup the Younger: Ya doin fine Willomz!
The Muse: *He's still smiling that lovely sharp smile*
Willom Wilde: *Turns vial over, pouring out contents, and dashes out of the Pentagram*
((Power Word: Kill effect, followed by Gate summon effect. The witch appears in the centre of the pentagram.))
Iris Tammarack: *winces*
Jessup the Younger: *claps*
Netallien Serilde: *Well-remembered cackle*
((She's hideous! AHH!))
Cora Delving: *smirks*
Willom Wilde: Ahhh!!!!
Jessup the Younger: Welcomez!
Willom Wilde: *Slams into shelf*
Willom Wilde: Its....its....HER!!!
Netallien Serilde: *Hunches over, clutching the branch with both clawed hands*
((See The Original Midorans, under the section about The Witches Three))
Cora Delving: *watches Willom with some amusement*
Iris Tammarack: *blinks in amazement*
Willom Wilde: *Looks at Jessup, at Iris, at the others* W-what's going on here????
Netallien Serilde: *Levels a clawed finger at him*
Jessup the Younger: Zhe iz tha third party ta our inveztment groupz.
((Jessup's very poised for someone who no longer has any idea of what's going on.))
Iris Tammarack: *simply stares in disbelief*
Netallien Serilde: Again have I extended your life. You who would have lost your hands.
Willom Wilde: *Face slackens, eyes glaze....mouth gapes*
Jessup the Younger: *ahem* Willomz...yer mouthz.
Willom Wilde: *Gurgles*
Jessup the Younger: *sigh*
Netallien Serilde: *Lowers the arm*
Iris Tammarack: ~looks to Willom, wide eyed~
Netallien Serilde: Still your crime unanswered is and still the mystery unsolved is.
((For the life of me, I could not remember how she spoke! Was scrabbling on the laptop to track down Willom Wilde and the Cheese of Foreboding.))
Netallien Serilde: *A sleight-of-hand gesture; a manuscript appears in her hands*
Willom Wilde: *Eyes suddenly focus sharp on the manuscript*
Willom Wilde: *Murmurs* ...play...
Willom Wilde: ...mine...
Netallien Serilde: The cheese of foreboding looms near, Willom Wilde. Seek ye the secret of the gown, or suffer the consequences.
Jessup the Younger: *looks at his fingernails*
Iris Tammarack: ~pats Willom on the shoulder and mumbles~ The good news is...we are definitely out of the frying pan.
Willom Wilde: *Winces* I.....I'm trying. Please...
Willom Wilde: *Stares at Iris*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] IM dyin here!!!!
Netallien Serilde: One more clue will I give you. Blessings come in painful disguises.
((Hint: this current situation you are in now is a blessing in disguise!))
Netallien Serilde: *Raises an arm, tracing a pattern of complex webs in the air with a finger, leaving red glowing trails*
Iris Tammarack: *raises a brow*
Jessup the Younger: ooooh!
Jessup the Younger: *watches*
((ROFL! This is the big bad crimelord of Port Royale? Oh, classic.))
Netallien Serilde: The secret. Seek it or the cheese... seeks -you-.
((Power Word: Kill VFX, then Unsummon VFX))
Willom Wilde: *Looks confused* Blessings...is...is that the clue, or was that just a warning? I"m...I'm not clear here...
((Too late))
Willom Wilde: Oh...oh dear.
Jessup the Younger: I gotta learn 'ow ta do tha.
Mortifer: A fine actress!
Jessup the Younger: Yez!
Mortifer: *Applauds*
Jessup the Younger: One a tha bezt!
Jessup the Younger: *claps*
((LOL. I think I'll change her levels around, give her some levels in Bard.))
Iris Tammarack: Cheese seeks you?
Mortifer: And a noblewoman.
Jessup the Younger: Indeedz!
Willom Wilde: *Turns sharply to Mortifer* Actress???
Mortifer: She ought to be in the play, milord Jessup.
Jessup the Younger: We needz more like herz.
Mortifer: *Gravely*
Jessup the Younger: A finez idea!
Cora Delving: *grins*
Jessup the Younger: Willomz!
Jessup the Younger: Make a part fer her in tha play!
Jessup the Younger: A good part.
Jessup the Younger: One with lotza talkin!
Willom Wilde: *Bulging eyes stare*
Jessup the Younger: An ztuffz!
Mortifer: And special effects.
Jessup the Younger: Yez....effectz!
Willom Wilde: *Shakes himself out of his stupor*
Willom Wilde: *Waves hands* Now just hold on here. Please!
Jessup the Younger: *snorts*
Mortifer: *Snaps fingers* Milord Jessup...
Cora Delving: *grabs the master's grimoire and snaps it shut, then puts it on the desk with a bottle on top of it*
Mortifer: With her hair colour, she would be a fine choice to play the part of The Priestess.
Jessup the Younger: Yez!
Willom Wilde: *Looks at Jessup* You are in league with that hag???
Mortifer: As well as her regal command presence.
Jessup the Younger: Zhe woulda be perfectz!
((Limboed the grimoire that was flapping around everywhere, then popped an open tome placeable where it had been, and a fat bottle atop that.))
Cora Delving: [DM] heh
Jessup the Younger: *looks at Willom* Zhe iz my buzinezz partna Willomz!
Willom Wilde: *Stares at Mortifer, aghast* REGAL???
Jessup the Younger: yez....regalz!
Willom Wilde: *Stares at Jessup* PARTNER??
Jessup the Younger: Yez..partna.
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Iris Tammarack: *under her breath* Careful what you say Willom.
Jessup the Younger: Yez...carefulz!
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Willom Wilde: *Pulls hat down tightly on his head*
Mortifer: *Looks left and right and left and right, following the dizzying exchange*
((Mortifer was standing between Jessup and Willom... you could see his head moving left and right and left as if watching a furious tennis match.))
Willom Wilde: *Moans for a moment*
Jessup the Younger: *pats Willom on the shoulder*
Jessup the Younger: *pulls him in tight*
Cora Delving: [DM] *chuckles* you know your way around too many things in the DM client...
((RE: the squished grimoire))
Jessup the Younger: *scrunch* Willomz......Willomz...
Willom Wilde: .....!
Jessup the Younger: Thiz be tha beginnin a yer dream!
Jessup the Younger: Yer vury own playhouze...wit yer namez on itz!
Willom Wilde: *Winces, gasps for breath*
Jessup the Younger: I knowin it a lot ta takez in.
Jessup the Younger: *scrunch*
Jessup the Younger: Butz ya can do itz.
Willom Wilde: Erp!
Jessup the Younger: Ya haz ta!
Jessup the Younger: Ya haz nah choize.
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Willom Wilde: ...cant....breathe.......
Jessup the Younger: eh?
Jessup the Younger: Canna wah?
Jessup the Younger: Zee?
Willom Wilde: ......c.....br.....
Iris Tammarack: I think you are crushing him Jessup.
Jessup the Younger: Ohz!
Willom Wilde: *Nods frantically*
Jessup the Younger: *releases*
Willom Wilde: Bhaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.....
Jessup the Younger: *fixes his outfit and hat*
Cora Delving: *smirks*
Jessup the Younger: *dusts him off*
Willom Wilde: *Inhales deeply*
Jessup the Younger: *straightens his mustache*
Malicia Satard: *Speaks up for the first time, her voice guttural and devilish* Shall I procure him a new outfit, Milord Jessup?
Jessup the Younger: Yez!
Malicia Satard: That one appears the worse for wear.
Jessup the Younger: let Lady Ezme pick tha colar...zhe gooda at tha!
Cora Delving: *under her breath* or just plain tacky
Willom Wilde: *Looks over to Malicia, hearing her, but not seeming to comprehend her*
Malicia Satard: *Dips her head in a bow* Your will be done. I shall have it within the week. *A whisper of movement, then she's gone*
Jessup the Younger: Ifn he gonna be tha new owna ofz a play houze...he needz ta ztart drezzin like onez!
Willom Wilde: *Glares at Cora*
Esmerelda: Ohh, colours!
((Esmerelda flies out the door and also exits.))
Cora Delving: *sweet smile*
Jessup the Younger: *looks back at Will and Iris*
Jessup the Younger: Ya knaw...
Jessup the Younger: I juz knew tha dayz I met ya bothz it woulda change our livez fer tha betta!
Jessup the Younger: Now look at uz!
Jessup the Younger: *beams*
Jessup the Younger: All workin tagetha!
Mortifer: Inspiring.
Willom Wilde: *Twitching lips resemble a smile*
Mortifer: *Dryly*
Iris Tammarack: *smiles the best she can* Yes...together.
Mortifer: *Bares teeth in a grin*
Jessup the Younger: *motions in his hand in the air* WILLOM WILDEZ ZTAGECRAFTAZ!
Cora Delving: *softly and a bit sarcastic* one big happy family
Jessup the Younger: Tha be in big lettaz!
Jessup the Younger: Ritez outzide it!
Jessup the Younger: Well haz yer faze everywherz!
Willom Wilde: I'm....I'm...overwhelmed...with....with joy. Yes. Yes! But...being overwhelmed is so very....um...overwhelming...
Jessup the Younger: On pozterz...banna'z
Jessup the Younger: We zhould even makez leetle Willom dollz fer tha kidz!
Mortifer: Mm. Perhaps work on the name a bit.
Willom Wilde: I...I think I must...lie down.
Jessup the Younger: It can comez wit a drezz!
Iris Tammarack: Dolls?
Willom Wilde: *Holds head between hands tightly*
Jessup the Younger: Mhmm...fer tha kiddiez.
Cora Delving: *chuckles softly*
Jessup the Younger: It can comez wit a drezz an cheeze.
Jessup the Younger: Zo tha kiddiez can chande hiz outfitz.
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Jessup the Younger: *pats Willom on tha back*
Mortifer : [Tell] Dolls, LOL
Willom Wilde: *Stammers*
Jessup the Younger: We can givez a performanze fer tha Zmall Ztonez!
Jessup the Younger: An givez them awayz!
Jessup the Younger: 'ow noble a ya Mizta Wildez!
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Cora Delving: Oh, they'll -love- that
Jessup the Younger: Yez.
Willom Wilde: *Eyes Jessup with horor* Give away ORPHANS???
Jessup the Younger: Nah nah nah..tha dollz!
Jessup the Younger: We givez them ta tha orphanz.
Cora Delving: *chuckles*
Jessup the Younger: Ta play wit!
Willom Wilde: *Breathes heavy relief*
Iris Tammarack: That makes more sense.
Mortifer: That's not a bad idea, though.
Jessup the Younger: Mhmm nah bad at allz.
Mortifer: *Rubs finger across chin*
Jessup the Younger: Every ticket com wit a kid.
Jessup the Younger: *nods*
Jessup the Younger: ill look inta tha.
Mortifer: Give the orphans away... I know a lady in Maldovia who'd want some.
((He is, of course, joking.. as far as I know, he's actually on bad terms with Maldovia?))
Iris Tammarack: *eyes wide*
Jessup the Younger: Yez...zhe likez tha kidz.
Willom Wilde: *Tugs frantically at his beard*
Jessup the Younger: An zo doz tha fella in tha dezert.
Cora Delving: *puts her hand over her mouth to hide her grin*
Jessup the Younger: Malakai tooz!
Mortifer: I don't blame her. They taste better.
Jessup the Younger: He lovez tha kidz!
Willom Wilde: But....noo! You...you can't! Think...think of the....liability! yes! Terrible!
Jessup the Younger: Tha wah?
Cora Delving: *clears throat and looks serious, lowering her hand*
Jessup the Younger: [DM] E------VIL!
Jessup the Younger: Doz nah worry Mizta Wildez I haz a frind in tha courtz tha can deal with any legal izzuez...fella by tha name a Boddleglumz.
Willom Wilde: *Desperately* Terribly unreliable, those orphans! Can't trust them! So then they break customer's things and the customers would expect YOU to pay!
Jessup the Younger: Nah nah Boddleglumz can make a contract fer uz.
Mortifer: Mm, yes. So much better than that Nico fellow.
Jessup the Younger: [DM] LOL
Willom Wilde: *Winces to Nico's name*
Mortifer: Are you certain you don't want me to hunt him down and feed on him?
Jessup the Younger: *frowns* Nicoz!
Jessup the Younger: Nah...he iz workin wit Frobozz nowz.
Jessup the Younger: I tink.
Jessup the Younger: *shrugs*
Jessup the Younger: No time fer tha...we haz mucha plannin ta do.
Iris Tammarack: *looks to the floor* Nico...
Jessup the Younger: Like a parade!
Jessup the Younger: An zpecial foodz!
Jessup the Younger: An fireworkz!
Jessup the Younger: An Madam Zetine!
Jessup the Younger: All fer Willomz playhouze!
Willom Wilde: *Looks at both Mortifer and Jessup* Well, yes, so much to do. You know, I simply must get some sound sleep so that I can be well rested for all...all I must do!
Jessup the Younger: *nods at Will* Yez..git zom rezt.
Mortifer: A wise idea.
Iris Tammarack: Madam...Setine? *looks puzzled*
Jessup the Younger: *nods* Rezt.. I letz ya outz.
Willom Wilde: Wise. Yes! That's me! So...so very....*losing steam*....wise...
Jessup the Younger: Com.
Iris Tammarack: *looks to Mortifier on the way out*
Willom Wilde: Um...g-good to meet you...m-mr...Mortifer...
Cora Delving: *stuffs the parchment in the desk*
Mortifer: *sharp smile*
Mortifer: *vanishes into the shadows* |
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Re: Plot Twists Galore!
Posted: 17 Sep 2006 10:15 AM |
Sender: James42
Receiver: Fictrix
Sent: 18/09/2006 1:05:37 AM
Received: 18/09/2006 1:09:07 AM
Subject: Long, heavy breath
Message:
You guys wiped me out last night. Holy crap, that was insane. I was too stupified by everything to even be able to type. Willom is in a fetal position right now, mumbling incoherently.
Yeah, let's see. How can things possibly get worse? Oh, let's unite everyone who is currently a horrendous threat to Willom! Yes! And we'll throw in a nightmarish vampire as well! Absolutely!
Oi.
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Re: Plot Twists Galore!
Posted: 17 Sep 2006 12:30 PM |
That was effin brilliant.
Nice twists and turns of the dagger into Willom.
It is a shame I had to log, or we could have had Jessup stoming the crap out of Og for good effect before being hauled to port.
Maybe it is still worth arranging. ;-)
- Paul |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: Plot Twists Galore!
Posted: 17 Sep 2006 06:06 PM |
Time to rename the Stagecrafters and give it a redesign... probably update the merchant too.
*Rubs hands gleefully and cackles like a floating disembodied skull*
Ohh, yus, and I wish Og had been there. It is too bad Chief had problems getting patched to 1.68. As it was, I think he spent 2-3 hours patching, missing all the Buckshire Trading Post action (with Og). Bah! He finally gets a night off to play Vives and everything goes wrong!
I am certain that session more than made up for the technical issues earlier on, though. |
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Re: Plot Twists Galore!
Posted: 08 Oct 2006 12:50 AM |
((From the conversation aaaages ago with the sacred trout))
Willom Wilde: *Looks back at the trout* Change? What do you mean, change?
The Butcher: The onnnlyyy conssstannnt... issss channnge...
Willom Wilde: *Turns to Iris* Do I LOOK any different?
Willom Wilde: Gods! I don't have a gray hair, do I??? Or a wrinkle??
Tomi Swiftfoot: Nah nun more 'en usual
The Butcher: Deatthhh... annnd... rebirrrthh... ssseek the sssymbol... it changesss tooo... you will knowww... when you ssseee it...
~*~
Translation: get yourself a Mirghul Leaf Helm of Seasons.
Well, got Zubeida and Xaranthir to try to drop hints today (Zubeida owns one) but Willom alas missed the clues (darn that 9 WIS and -1 Spot!).
Will try to maybe drop hints through Iris at some point. |
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The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 08 Oct 2006 04:29 AM |
Public Version
For the most part, the public version is unedited and unabridged (with any reference to Chief changed to Percival).
The only really significant change is the following:
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.
Righteous Sword Inquisitor : [Tell/Percival] Playing chess with yourself, Chifey???
Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] ROFL YA!
Sir Percival Sanner: [DM] I love it |
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 13 Jul 2013 08:50 PM |
| Can we make this one public? Does it still matter if people know who played Percival Sanner? |
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 14 Jul 2013 12:20 AM |
Sir Percival Sanner was, unknown to most, played by Chief, and played brilliantly at that.
Mykal came back to play Vidus a bit just to stir the pot, but under a different name so people wouldn't know it was him.
James42 and his wife were brilliant roleplayers. They were a joy to interact with. I think it was around this time that James made the comment to me that I turned into my signature. |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 14 Jul 2013 12:36 AM |
James was one of the main reasons I signed up for Vives, after reading the Chronicles of Bennigan Songsinger on these forums. He and Mel went on hiatus for quite some time. Then they returned and James wrote Willom Wilde and the Cheese of Foreboding. His intent had been to have some light-hearted fun, after all the intense torment Bennigan had endured. Little did he know that Willom would become even more tortured than Bennigan had ever been…
I was there when Willom and Iris first logged in to Vives and entered the Four Winds Inn. I immediately jumped in-game to intercept them and made the first part of the prophecy come true, right there at the Four Winds Inn, I believe with help from Coruva. I need to find the logs. It was hilarious.
The incomplete Aristi play submitted to us by James was so brilliant that I actually performed part of it in-game at one point. At the stage in the garden behind the Stagecrafters, a chorus of NPC paladins didst line up upon the stage, verily, and singeth that chorus:
O city of Aristiiiiiiiiii, O city to alllllllllllllll… |
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 14 Jul 2013 01:43 AM |
| I would receive at least 1 message a week requesting pvp against Percy. *twinkle* |
ONWARD AND UPWARD! |
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 18 Jul 2013 09:13 AM |
Oh, good gods, what times we had. I fear that once I get some time, I will kill it all on these old forums. Seriously, I would give fairly well-liked body parts to have the time and opportunity to do this again (not attached ones, of course--the ones in my freezer).
This was one incredible group of people, and a singular experience never to be forgotten. For trudging together through this bizarre and twisted world, you are all friends forever.
And...
I -will- be lurking...
...oh yes...
Oh, and Chief? I was constantly PMing the DMs begging for PvP against YOU personally. They said it was okay, but I couldn't get a good price on air fare, and the Greyhound I was riding to you with my axe under the seat smelled like pee, so I hitched back home and signed you up for gobs of Nigerian spam-mail instead.
Not nearly as satisfying as the axe would have been...oh well. |
Willom Wilde--Actor, Playwrite, Head of Wilde's Vials, and fearful of all things cheesy
Califus Sarten--Mercenary for Hire
Bennigan Songsinger--Brooding bard. |
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 18 Jul 2013 11:05 PM |
| I have my house fully secured with cameras and booby traps you! I also have a wedge of cheese and a maid uniform waiting for you. |
ONWARD AND UPWARD! |
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Re: The White Bishop, #2
Posted: 19 Jul 2013 07:08 AM |
Oooo...French Maid uniform? If so, I have one already.
And a feather duster. |
Willom Wilde--Actor, Playwrite, Head of Wilde's Vials, and fearful of all things cheesy
Califus Sarten--Mercenary for Hire
Bennigan Songsinger--Brooding bard. |
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