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| Lyssana, Queen of Carchimish |
10:59pm 2018-2-04 Smon Has entered the room
11:04pm 2018-2-04 joriandrake Has entered the room
joriandrake: hi
joriandrake: it ended jsut now
Smon: Hi Jorian.
joriandrake: If you're still awake enough to play I'm up for it
Smon: I can do an hour I reckon yup
joriandrake: OK then, where do we start? already in the castle?
Smon: Picking up early evening 30/7, Prisha recently arrived in her room, has been on her bed maybe 15 minutes, just starting to recover when there's a knock at the door.
Smon: "Lady Prisha? This is Sir Baltek."
joriandrake: "Who is it?" She asks while quickly hiding her spell pouch and a love potion under the pillow
Smon: "May I come in?"
joriandrake: She takes the bed cover (forgot the word for it) and wears is as a toga then opens the door
joriandrake: blanket
joriandrake: "Please come in"
Smon: Prisha sees Sir Baltek - https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7udFGxbCrQ4/U3C1yc2I3mI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-UA0ikojPeQ/s320/OWcolor.jpg - looking rather apologetic, and carrying a tiny lacy white piece of underwear in one hand.
Smon: He takes a step in. "The King requests the pleasure of your company in his chambers. He wishes to find out more about your ...faith. He says you are permitted to wear this."
Smon: Baltek proffers the skimpy loincloth. "On account of your honoured status."
joriandrake: She smiles at the old man, and taps the bed besides her as she sits down. "It isn't your fault, well, i was taken by surprise though. I didn't know of his...laws before I came to the castle."
Smon: roll CHA+Prof
joriandrake: as she sits down Prisha takes the cloth
joriandrake rolls 1d20+7 and gets: 12, (+7) = 19
Smon: Baltek hesitates a moment, then sits down on the soft bed, his old joints a little stiff. He eyes Prisha.
Smon: "You are from far away, milady?"
joriandrake: "Yes, I'm from Popolva. On the continent you call Karak." "Before I meet the kind, can you offer me some suggestions on how to act, or not act, or what to say or not say while talking with him?"
Smon: Baltek nods. "Certainly." He scratches his beard thoughtfully.
joriandrake: (sorry was already typing second part when your question got posted)
joriandrake: "You must've gained a good amount of wisdom while serving him."
Smon: "You must understand, the war against the Brigand Lords was long ...very long. Years in the wilderness. We had a little coin, or could acquire such - we could have fled. But the King - he never gave in. We hid, we raided, we fought - becoming like onto brigands ourselves. Men died, our numbers dwindled, for few would join us."
Smon: "It seemed hopeless, but our King, he never lost his will. Even when his daughter - even when Marnt captured her. They say he did ...humiliating things to her."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "So your people can be proud, even if there were many lost to the war. It must be hard to know outsider aid is required, and the lady might still not be over the imprisonment" she pauses "...or worse."
Smon: Baltek nods. "The King had one dream - to regain the crown. And we - we won. We heard the news, the great victory at Krens Cairn, the Brigand Lords destroyed. We joined with Hakeem and retook Carchimish. It was a great day. Everthing - everything we had fought for."
Smon: "The King is proud - and weary. The long war cost him much. His health. His wife, her unborn child... His daughter's honour. "
11:19pm 2018-2-04 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
joriandrake: Sme smiles as the old man thinks about the victories. "So, while I lack the understanding of that alliance, what terms did it include?" and as she hears of the child and wife "What exactly happened to his wife and unborn child?"
Smon: Baltek sighs, meeting Prisha's gaze. "I know that in some ways, he is not the man he was. None of us are."
joriandrake: ooc Hi
Smon: hi Fergus
Smon: Just started w Prisha in the palace, on her bed talking w Sir Baltek evening before your breakfast
joriandrake: ooc not naked, well, not really naked
Sandor Sunneson: hi boys
Sandor Sunneson: I hope you have some clothes on Jorian
Smon: "The alliance... King Koloth agreed to abdicate, that his daughter Princess Lyssana would rule jointly with Hakeem's vassal, the Lord Mercellin. Hence is still, technically, an ex-King."
Smon: dunno bout Jorian, Prisha has a blanket on.
joriandrake: "Why wasn't she in the throne room then as the ruler? ...she wasn't one of the girls there, was she?" She asks with astouned expression
Smon: Baltek stands. "The King admires wit, humour, beauty ...and respect." Baltek looks shocked at the question, shakes his head. "Certainly not! The Queen is in her bedchamber. Perhaps she has been a little poorly of late. Something the King might wish you to attend to... Depending on the outcome of this meeting."
Smon: He gestures for Prisha to come with him. "And do put that blanket down. It's not seemly."
joriandrake: She gently smiles while replying. "I didn't mean to offend you, I just heard the first time of all you said. Thank you." She slips into the loincloth from below then takes off the blanket, watching the old man's reaction
Smon: Baltek waits for Prisha to put the blanket down.
Smon: Baltek watches with some appreciation, but is clearly eager to be on his way.
Smon: "This way."
joriandrake: Prisha offers her hand as seems the noorm in some cultures of the regin when being escorted
joriandrake: arm*
joriandrake: and region*
Smon: Baltek looks a little surprised, but takes her arm and arm as requested, strolling with her down corridor, up stairs, another corridor, to the door of the king's private chambers.
joriandrake: "Lead the way good soldier"
Smon: The dwarf bodyguard Oghrim stands outside, armed with mighty axe.
joriandrake: (sadly there was no way to use the potion or such for this, beaing almost naked)
Smon: Baltek nods to Prisha. "Good day, milady." He steps back and withdraws.
joriandrake: Prisha says bye to the man and greets thedwarf. "Hello kind dwarf, the king is expecting me"
Smon: Oghrim looks Prisha up and down. "I am required to search ye for weapons, components, spell focii and such."
Smon: GM: I'd guess she has a Meroya talisman spell focus at her throat still?
joriandrake: She tries to keep a smiling face without a hint of doubt "Please be gentle" (yes she does have that, but these people are unlikely to know what it is)
Smon: Oghrin grunts and proceeds to do a very thorough search, removing all jewelry, anything that might be a spell focus or weapon.
joriandrake: "I assume I will regain it later?" Prisha asks. Not complaining in any other form, or showing resistance...
Smon: Fingers in her mouth check for poison vial, then the new loincloth is lowered for examination of the lower cavities... He's not exactly rough or un-gentle though.
Smon: "Aye."
joriandrake: ooc: although if the dwarf tries to inspect her from inside THEN she will object, as shes technically a virgin still
joriandrake: ooc: so no fingering and such
Smon: (maidenhead is preserved!) Oghrin puts all the stripped priestess's bits and bobs into a pouch, then knocks on the door. "The Lady Prisha Acharya to see you, your Grace."
Smon: ooc You could attack him or flee? Otherwise he ignores objections.
joriandrake: Prisha makes a mental note that the dwarf seems pretty used to these kind of visits
Smon: "Ah, about time! Send her in!"
joriandrake: ooc: I just didn't want the dwarf to get up into her and break the hmne (haymen? hymen?)
Smon: Oghrin opens the door into a richly appointed, scarlet & mauve draped bedchamber.
Smon: (yes you are still virgo intacta)
joriandrake: Prisha steps in, seeks the king with her eyes, maykes a bow she deems proper based on what personality the king has and what the old guard said
joriandrake: "Your Majesty. You wished to talk to me?"
Smon: Koloth is sat up in bed. At the foot of the bed the Minkaian slave girl Joko Inaba is lounging, regarding Prisha.
Smon: Juko Inaba - https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3a/a3/8a/3aa38a9103e6feca3b1742bbf257ee20.jpg
joriandrake: Prisha catches her glimpse but considering the king's mood swings decides to better not react as she did before"
Smon: Her stare is a little eerie.
Smon: Koloth nods, grinning, pats the bed beside him. "Indeed I did! Come, sit. "
joriandrake: Prisha did as asked/ordered. "Yes your majesty:"
Smon: He nods to Inaba, who rises gracefully and goes to pour some wine at a side cabinet, as Oghrin withdraws, closing the door.
Smon: Koloth looks her over appreciatively. "I wish to find out much more about you, and your ...beliefs. Tell me everything!"
Smon: Inaba returns with two golden goblets of crimson wine. Lowering her head she offers them to the King, who takes one, and to Prisha.
joriandrake: She nods and takes the goblet, but doesn't drink yet. "I didn't have much time to get to know of your nice city, but the few things i heard of the heroics of your people also made me interested in hearing more from you. So let us both share knowledge."
Smon: "Heroics! Ha!" he laughs. "Baltek already filling your head with stuff and nonsense, eh?" He grins slightly manically.
Smon: "You mean wallowing in mud and shit out in the hills, while brigand scum feasted in MY hall?!"
joriandrake: Prisha smiles. "Indeed he is, but I assume there must be truth to the stories as you're regarded as a wise and fair ruler."
Smon: OOC good line, roll CHA+prof w advtg
joriandrake: "Well, it IS still yours as you defeated your enemies in the war."
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
18 (+7) = 25
10 (+7) = 17
Smon:
joriandrake: ooc: ok that 25 will be useful
Smon: Koloth's grin broadens, and becomes less bitter.
Smon: "You know, I think I like you, little one!" One wrinkled hand reaches out and his fingers lightly touch her right breast, brushing the nipple. "Does my touch repulse you?"
joriandrake: "If you don't mind your majesty, I would rather hear the story from you than good Ser Baltek."
Smon: Inaba watches intently, standing nearby with the wine tray, for Prisha's reaction.
joriandrake: She takes a moment to consider. "I would lie if I denied that, but I must say that is not because your person, it is because I myself am not experienced with men yet, any men, as Meroya didn't reveal the time for it to happen yet." She then smiles. "My mission comes first, I should build a temple here, and then share the teaching of my goddess with all, both for spiritual and bodily healing. "
Smon: Koloth withdraws his hand as if burned. "I DO repulse you?? I ....see... " for a moment he looks befuddled and very old.
joriandrake: A little scheeky smile flashes her face "I believe you would find the spiritual healing much to your liking, and perhaps then I'll also be ready to ...get to know you closer, in that way as well."
joriandrake: "NO" She is quick to correct
Smon: ok cha check w advtg again
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
7 (+7) = 14
6 (+7) = 13
joriandrake: ooc (damn) at least not terrible
Sandor Sunneson: lol
joriandrake: "I just am not ready for the touch of a boy... yet"
Smon: "I am confused. No what? I DON'T repulse you??"
Smon: ok
Smon: (you answered)
joriandrake: "You're a boy, your majesty"
joriandrake: She blushes
Smon: Koloth looks her over. "I am a man!" He squints harder. "Hm, you're part Elf, right? And young? You look younger than my slave, here."
Smon: "How old are you?"
joriandrake: "I'm 18 your majesty, although that is indeed young for halfelven folk"
joriandrake: "It would be something like 14 or 15 in human years"
Smon: He chuckles. "Well, I see then! My apologies, I suppose..."
Smon: OOC just checked 5e stats - says humans are adult 'late teens' sounds like 18, half elves at 20
Smon: So Prisha would be just over 16 equivalent I reckon
joriandrake: "my circumstances forced me to mature in spirit quicker, and to begin my journey here to this continent early" She smiles, and nods "Nothing to apologise for your Majesty... it is actuall a compliment that I gained your attention as a humble priestess"
joriandrake: ooc: I picked 18 because as I recall I read it that 20 is the youngest age to become adventurer
joriandrake: ooc: as such I wanted to represent a teenager girl
Smon: Koloth chuckles. "Oh, you're a beauty and no mistake! And I have an eye for the exotic. He nods to Inaba. "Now, tell me more of your goddess. I may have a task for you."
joriandrake: Prisha nods then tells about her goddes of love, benevolence, finder of secrets. Tells about the norms of religion to offer bodily and spiritual healing, which she notes might be good afte the war, and the common people would be greatful for their great king to offer a spot for it, perhaps even help with it. Here she hints at that she might after a bit of time be willing to get to know the king better, once Meroya's temple stands
Smon: Koloth listens thoughtfully. "I could of course require you to 'get to know me better'... were I such a man." He looks up, eyeing Prisha sharply. "What do you think of how I treat those sluts who allied with the Brigand Lords? The two blondes you saw in my court?"
12:03am 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has exited the room
joriandrake: She ponders the reply and then smiles. "You're a benevolent and just king however, so I don't worry about that... and as for the ones who allied with your enemies, you show kindness already by sparing their lives, and in your wisdom I'm sure you consider options how to give them a chance to redeem themselves." She pauses again "As example, you could officially strip them from their noble titles, not the clothes, but allow them to aid in my quest to build the temple, I would need a few helpers. They wouldn't be a danger to you anymore, the people would respect you for giving them a new life as temple servants, while your enemies among aristocracy in this and other lands fear you as you just removed their nobility which they had since birth"
12:06am 2018-2-05 Sandor Sunneson Has entered the room
joriandrake: "Something not many dare to challenge or take away."
joriandrake: "SImply keeping them as trophies at the throne seems such a waste however, in the temple many people would daily be reminded by their presence of your greatness"
Smon: Koloth chuckles. "Oh, you poor sweet innocent girl. You would take such vipers to your bosom?! To be sure, they would soon turn you against me, your benefactor... " He drinks his wine. "The common folk hate them. And rightly so. They would soon hate you, too."
Smon: "But perhaps... I could give one to you as a slave. On condition you treated her appropriately, and gave the Common Folk no reason to doubt your treatment of her."
Smon: "Spare the switch and spoil the bitch, eh!" He laughs, drinks more.
Smon: Inaba steps forward and refills his cup.
Smon: (switch - thin stick for caning bottoms with)
joriandrake: Prisha smiles "Everyone comes to healers sooner or later. Nobles, adventurers, common folk, knights, bards. Your deeds and name would be whispered near and far"
joriandrake: "and they will see the girl at the temple as living proof of your benevolence"
joriandrake: Prisha then looks at the Minkai girl. "Might I ask how you gained your servant? Her home is somewhat close to mine. Dragon ISles if I recall correctly."
Smon: Koloth: "Benevolence to those two is not something the people have much wish to see! I'd say I have those two just where the people want them... The girl? Aye, a very special purchase... he nods to Inaba. Suddenly words appear in Prisha's head. ~I can read minds, mistress. And speak through them.~
Smon: Koloth: "Never try to deceive me! She may be a foreign slave, but she hears all! She sees all! And thus, so do I!"
Smon: Inaba nods humbly.
joriandrake: "I don't know their native language, but I believe most also speak Draconic, which is their script as well... as far I know. " Prisha's last words echo for her "...I know..."
Smon: Inaba looks a little surprised, but nods to Prisha.
joriandrake: "I hope she is happy under your reign." Prisha smiles at Inaba
Smon: Koloth: "As happy as can be expected, considering the pirates massacred her family... Now, one last matter."
joriandrake: and tries to communicate again "If not, tell me if you need assistance" (thinking to Inaba)
joriandrake: Prisha turns back to the king
Smon: Inaba regards Prisha expressionlessly.
joriandrake: "Yes your majesty?"
Smon: "You are a priestess, and more competent I think than that bumpkin who runs the temple of Mitra-Apollo. My daughter... I fear she is sick."
joriandrake: ooc: Well Prisha won't pushz this, people can be very loyal and doesn't see a reason to 'free' someone who deasn't want to be freed
joriandrake: Prisha nods" Sadly I heard rumors about this already, I was wondering how to bring up such a sad topic, and offer my aid."
Smon: "Ever since Reynard died, she has been listless, distracted. She complains of fever. Endless hours in her boudoir..." He looks around his own bedroom.
joriandrake: ((ooc really sorry for the extra-multitude of typos, no coffee left in the whole house))
Smon: "She is still young! She has suffered much, but she should be enjoying life. Find a good husband, bear me an heir..."
joriandrake: "Is there a reason for this your majesty?"
Smon: "...Some say Dark Odo has put a curse on her!"
Smon: Koloth grimaces. "It pains me. Inaba, tell her."
joriandrake: She looks at Inaba and openly asks in Draconic "Did you seek out her memories, to find the problem?" then turns back to the king "I just asked her if she has seeked the thoughts of your daughter, as she might know something that could help her health, but forgot about it, or doesn't see a connection to her illness"
Smon: Inaba: ~The Queen is feverish, mistress. As if a demon holds her. A demon of lust. She ...can get no relief. You are a Priestess of Love. If it is a curse, perhaps you can help her?~
joriandrake: ooc:? playing here on Prisha being truthful
Smon: Koloth smiles. "I know everything you tell Inaba, Lady Prisha. No need to translate."
joriandrake: Prisha nods and replies in the common tongue. "I will try my best to help her. First I need to meet her of course, and see for myself what the situation is like."
Smon: Koloth nods to Inaba, who stands. ~I can take you to her now.~
joriandrake: Prisha stays sitting, waiting for the King's word
joriandrake: "Shall I leave now your majesty?"
Sandor Sunneson: well played Jorian
Smon: Koloth rings a small bell, and the door opens, Oghrin standing there. Koloth: "Inaba is taking the Lady to tend to my daughter. Return her possessions." He turns to Prisha, nods. "We shall speak again. And perhaps, in time..."
joriandrake: ooc: thanks, not over yet though
Smon: He chuckles. "For now, if you can help Lyssana, I shall grant one of your requests."
joriandrake: "She smiles and bows a bit" Our majesty, if you wouldn't mind, might I get permission to ... properly dres up? I don't wish to catch a cold while trying to heal your daughter"
joriandrake: and quickly adds "this is a request for now, not the request I would ask later"
Smon: "You'll find her room is warm. Very warm."
joriandrake: Prisha nods, not arguing
joriandrake: She bows again and follows Inaba out
Smon: Inaba: ~Lyssana wears no more than you do now, Mistress. Do not be afraid.~
Smon: GM: Prisha can put on her talisman & jewelry, then the Minkaian girl leads her through the dimly lit corridors of the palace to the Queen's chamber.
joriandrake: As they leave the room Prisha asks in Draconic "Which form of communication you prefer? and which language? Did pirates really kill your family? If yes, I'M sorry for your loss. I don't even remember my parents so I sadly can't understand the burden of such grief"
joriandrake: THen after a longer pause. "but if you wish to share the burden with me I'm here for you as well, you are actually capable of sharing your memories and memotions, I assume"
joriandrake: ooc: Prisha is absolutely honest
Smon: Inaba speaks, for the first time, in Draconic: "Yes I can speak. Yes, they kill family. Not sister." She wipes away a small tear. You approach the bedchamber. A burly guard with halberd stands at the door.
joriandrake: Prisha tries to gently take/hold her hand, if she allows it
joriandrake: (when she mentions the loss of family, but not her sister)
joriandrake: "Let us talk klater, tell me of your sister"
joriandrake: Prisha looks into her eyes, "If she's alive Meroya might be able to find her"
Smon: (she doesn't seem too keen on the handholding, but doesn't fight it). She doesn't reply further to Prisha. Now she speaks in common to the guard: "King commands. You let Priestess in. She heal Queen."
joriandrake: Prisha nods at the guards
Smon: The guard shrugs, knocks on the door. "Visitors, your Grace. The new priestess and your father's slave."
Smon: A soft female voice comes from within: "Send them in..."
joriandrake: Prisha seeks the reaction of Inaba to the guards comment
joriandrake: then opens the door
Smon: Prisha opens the door...
joriandrake: ooc: the moment what Sandor stayed here for
Smon: A dark haired woman, quite beautiful, mid-20s perhaps, looks up from a couch, hands over her nearly naked body.
Smon: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Pz9kb3jisXkGZIVEw-F-QUtpaakmK1cba4QMpijEY-ekbJupm49sEikoQQ8y6Dykum92OnVzcSHq_GpJQbReJdaa2VGH53T0IBugSUFz_3ihpCA_gWxqRoovGQ6eIAnVXG4mrocO5bs/s400/10646_LisaForward_13_123_106lo.jpg
Smon: "I am the Queen. Come in..."
Smon: ooc better quit in a couple minutes, very late & work tomorrow
Smon: Inaba stands behind Prisha, ready to follow her in.
joriandrake: Prisha gently smiles at her, steps in, and bows a bit. "And I'm Prisha, Priestess of Meroya my Queen."
Smon: Queen Lyssana runs her eyes over Prisha.
Sandor Sunneson: ooc Ha ha of course
Smon: "You're very pretty... Younger than I expected."
Smon: Inaba closes the door behind the trio.
Smon: The Queen's chamber is lighter and arier than her father's, but indeed very warm.
Smon: Almost like being home in Popolva.
joriandrake: "Divine blessing ... and wit isn't tied to age my Queen. I hope I can be of assitance, that my goddess meroya can be of assistance"
Smon: Lyssana smiles. "I did want to see you... I suppose father has been telling you silly tales? I assure you, I'm quite alright."
Smon: There is a slight bead of perspiration on her brow.
Smon: "Just a slight touch of fever, perhaps. If we had a proper Cleric in this godsforsaken town... But that's why you're here, yes?"
joriandrake: Prisha allows a second of a sheeky smile to flash on her face. "My Queen, I've been told many interesting stories since I arrived in the city. I love to hear them, but I prefer to gain knowledge firsthand, if possible."
Smon: roll cha check w advtg
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
14 (+7) = 21
16 (+7) = 23
Smon: nice
Sandor Sunneson: lol
Smon: Lyssana rises, lowering her hands, and saunters over to the young priestess. "Oh, I love stories too... Why don't you sit with me, tell me a few?"
joriandrake: "... may I call you Lysanna? I beleive it would help us easen the discussion, and solve the problem in a nicer mood."
joriandrake: "I know it isn't proper etiquette, but I'm not here because you're a princess, I actually wished to see you before the king asked, to see if I can just simply help you, as someone in need of help"
joriandrake: Prisha sits down
Smon: She puts her hands on Prisha's shoulders, gazes into her eyes, suddenly very serious. "Yes. Prisha, call me Lyssana." She looks up at Juku Inaba, her expression cool. "You may go."
Smon: Inaba: "But, mistress, the King..."
joriandrake: Prisha smiles and nods briefly at Inaba then turns to the princess
Smon: Lyssana scowls: "I am no Mistress - I am Queen! Go!"
joriandrake: "Thank you Inaba, I will try to do my best to help her as I promised His Majesty"
Smon: Her tone is quite angry. Inaba pales, bows, and withdraws hurriedly.
Smon: Lyssana smiles, turns to Prisha, stroking her hair, leaning in. "There. Now that little slut can't read our thoughts and tell the King everything."
joriandrake: Waiting for the girl to leave then counting 5 more seconds Prisha speaks up, unburdened by the serious mood and risks she went through
joriandrake: Prisha sighs. "She has her own problems, but indeed I feel better now without her watching everything I do or ...think"
joriandrake: ooc: she lets the princess stroke her hair
Smon: Lyssana nods. "Indeed!" She is very close to Prisha. Leaning in her right breast brushes Prisha's left.
Smon: "You have lovely hair..."
joriandrake: "I knew something is wrong, but not what, still not, but the moment I've seen the Queen isn't in the throne room there was something worrying about the castle."
Smon: "Do all Ladies of your land have hair like this?"
Smon: "The throne room is full of silly old men. Daddy wants me to marry one of them. Baltek, probably. Why would I do that?"
Smon: Lyssana laughs not very mirthfully. "He once threatened to marry me to Oghrin!"
joriandrake: "Most girls have a 'typical' tone to their hair, I'm a bit different I believe, I don't know who my parents were, perhaps my father was a 'black elf' or something like that" Prisha holds her back for a minute. "are you truly well? I know whom you're supposed to marry so we can talk about that, but first: Why are you locked up?"
joriandrake: she then blushes "... I don't mind to get to know you better later, but please let me see how you fare, udnerstand the situation first"
Smon: She looks around the bedroom. She talks, mostly to herself it seems: "Thirteen years in ditches, fields, caves... I was just a child, you know. When the Brigands came. When my mother died."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "So you don't recall your childhood before? Only the time with the brigands?"
Smon: "I remember the palace, before the war. I had dolls... Thirteen years in the wilderness, running, always scared... and then, captured. Chained by Marnt at the foot of my own father's throne."
Smon: She looks at Prisha."Do you know, that was almost a relief. Not having to run any more."
Smon: GM: 4432 BCCC Brigand Lords take Carchimish 4445 BCCC Lyssana captured 4447 present day
joriandrake: "I heard of Marnt, would like to hear about him from you however." "It might explain why those two women are now chained at the throne. It's the same situation" (Prisha checks the reaction, if Lysanna knows of the chained women, if she approves)
Smon: Lyssana looks puzzled. "Chained? They're not chained. Do you think they should be chained? I think so. They used to beat me you know, for Marnt's amusement. Especially Sumatta. She liked it."
Smon: Lyssana laughs. "Oh, I remember their faces the day the word came from the battlefield!"
Smon: Her expression is almost ecstatic now. "I thought they would kill me - or Odo would kill me - and I didn't care!"
joriandrake: Prisha nods at her with a serious expression. "Do you think it serves justice, for them to be there as well? What of the other one, did she also beat you?" prisha starts to understand the king a little more, now that she hears what they did earlier
joriandrake: "But they didn't kill you." A statement, one Prisha hoped would be elaborated on, how the change of power happened
Smon: She looks at Prisha again. "Marnt dead - Mytsh dead. Hagnol, all the others except Odo... " she breaks off. "Justice? No. My father is far too kind. They should be whipped through the streets. They should be slaves, as I was."
Smon: "They didn't kill me... because Dark Odo is smart. She told them I would be a gift for our new rulers. That she would formally surrender the city."
joriandrake: "but it didn't turn out as they planned" she nods, and allows the girl to tell her story, which seems like burdening her so much and sharing it will alreadyh elp her
Smon: Lyssana bites her lip. "Odo had come from the battlefield with the news. She saw her master die. She saw all of them die. And she saved me, gave me over."
Sandor Sunneson: OOC - She would make a good Amazon potentially Simon?
Smon: Lyssana breathes out heavily, looking calmer. "And so here we are. I was dressed, returned to my father. But Odo surrendered the city to Hakeem, not to him - and Hakeem pardoned her of her crimes. She still lives here, in her tower."
Smon: "And... My father told me Hakeem had decreed Lord Rey Mercellin would be the new King. And so, I would marry him. I was given over again."
Smon: Tears well in Lyssana's eyes for the first time.
Smon: "That was the worst thing. The Brigand Lord,Marnt. He was an evil man. A terrible man. But he needed me, wanted me. Rey didn't want me at all."
joriandrake: It's Prisha's turn to stroke her hair now, if she allows it "Is she the reason why you're locked up by your father? I still don't understand how this happened. Do you wish to rule, to leave the room?"
Smon: Lyssana stops at last, takes a deep breath.
joriandrake: ooc she= Odo
Smon: Lyssana allows the gentle hair stroking, indeed seems comforted by it. "I'm not locked up. I'm free to go. If I play my part... But I won't play my part."
joriandrake: Prisha roguishly smiles "Oh you will play their game, you will, but not the way they think it should be played."
Smon: She looks deep into Prisha's eyes. "I need to feel wanted, Prisha. To feel needed.... as more than just a pawn."
Smon: cha check again, advtg
Smon: (DC 10 basic success)
joriandrake: "I'm here for you, I will listen to you and help you, with the guidance of my goddess Meroya I'll help you find your path... if you want me to."
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
11 (+7) = 18
7 (+7) = 14
Smon: Lyssana smiles warmly, hugs Lyssana, pressing into her.
Smon: "I would like that very much. Let us be... friends."
Smon: OOC ok def have to stop!!
Smon:
Smon: Well done Prisha, 1400 XP
Sandor Sunneson: Well done you 2, 5 minutes later Simon
joriandrake: "Lysanna. we can be more, if you wish, and I believe you will find peace and love in the teachings of Meroya"
joriandrake: oookay thanks!
joriandrake: was fun
joriandrake: I wanted to warn you about the time but was too good to stop
Sandor Sunneson: You're going to turn the land of Wilderlands into one big happy lovefest Jorian
Smon: OOC Carchimish royal court definitely a target rich environment for Meroya.
joriandrake: Prisha's goal is spreading/sharing love and the faith of her Goddess, if that happens she's successfull
joriandrake: and dibs on the princess as priestess recruit
joriandrake: no better representative than her in this realm
Smon: Yeah that might well be possible.
Smon: Like Thulsa Doom got the princess in Conan, only less evil.
joriandrake: ok, thanks again, now go to bed Simon
joriandrake: 02:11 here so I should too
Smon: YOu too!
Sandor Sunneson: Night you 2, sleep well, see you Thurs evening GMT Simon
joriandrake: I didn't even notice the COnan-similarity
Smon: Posting log... with Mature Themes advisory
A bead of sweat runs down between Queen Lyssana's pert breasts as she talks with Prisha Acharya; perspiration sheens her forehead, her upper chest and bosom. She is very warm to the touch - definitely feverish. Passive Medicine skill (INT+Prof+10=14 vs DC 13) indicates she could very well be suffering from infestation by an evil spirit, likely attracted by her vulnerability following her ordeals of privation and captivity, climaxing in her rejection by her late husband King Reynard Mercellin.
A Remove Curse spell (level 3, not currently on prepared list, so need a week long rest) could purge the infestation, but would not prevent re-infection. Prisha's techniques of sexual healing expertise (CHA+2xProf=+10!) could help her in the meantime, & ensure a permanent solution, if the Queen is amenable in that direction...
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