GM:
[New Rules]
[All GM comments will be in square brackets]
[If you wish to draw my attention to something that is GM only, put it in brackets as well.]
[You may intersperse emails with your own comments and actions wherever it is appropriate, as long as the “thread” has not been “closed”.]
[Emails will now be numbered sequentially so you can keep track of order and missing emails, for those of you with bad connections
Numbering will be for each individual as some require more posts/replies than others, the format will be :-
Class,Turn (in hundreds),Post (two digits) for example the 8th post to the ranger in turn 5 will be numbered R508
The last post of the turn will have an asterisk attached to it – R508*
Posts to all players will have A as the class type
If you are unsure of whether your replies are getting through to me, you may wish to number them yourself. Especially multiple replies to the same email. I recommend adding a 2 digit number to the end of my Identification number of the original post]
[I will be adding a “thread closed” message to an email if it can no-longer contained interspersed comments. Say if everyone has had their turn to add something to the post, or I deem there to be no time to put actions between other actions. This post is a “thread closed” post, for instance, so you will need to add actions to the end, or start a new email. ]
[All Turn posts subjects will be in the format Sephiroth: Turn, Location, Time, Identification Number]
[THREAD CLOSED]
[Ranger] She pauses, poses, then asks, "Mind if I join you?" in an obscene, husky caricature of a sleazy guardsman's voice, a hopeless grin working its way past her control as she tries to imitate the craggy self-possession of a lecher.
[Human] Simpers, gigglingly. She raises the back of her left hand to her mouth, the other still firmly, but easily, holding the leather case. Her eyes open in apparent shock at such a suggestion. Her voice goes slightly higher-pitched and gains a very poor accent. "Why 'sir', an unaccompanied lady such as my..., "the grin and giggles get the better of her and she pauses with a huge grin on her face, still looking up at the ranger with a twinkle in her eye. Without losing the smile, which has become far more genuine and open, the cleric rises and sketches a slightly silly bow, the ever so slight sound of metal links rubbing against each other implying the existence of chain mail under her surcoat.
"Please, do join me. The company would be appreciated.”
The ranger smiles, seats herself and slides the cleric's goblet across to her. "And you would be?"
“I am Nadia Toitovna, a stranger in these parts and a simple traveller through them. It would appear I may have chosen interesting times to pass through this region", slightly indicating the weather, and the duck [where the duck was].
The flute cleaning elf mumbles something and shuffles his feet as the human gestures to a nearby seat.
[Malkhut] "Our special of the day, is venison or mince with bread and dripping. We have got some turnips, cauliflowers and cabbage and for those inclined to the exotic, we got some smoked fish and even some potatoes. And as usual, we have have pie, lots of pies and very cheap too, if I's do say so meself", he pats his chest comfortably before looking at the hobbit in expectation [him being the closest].
The elf puts down the flute piece and addresses Malkhut. "Malkhut, I'll have the smoked fish, some of those potatoes you mentioned and some Cabbage, a drink
I shall do without."
Gwen lifts her head towards the Innkeeper. "Some venison with cauliflower, potatoes and dripping"
Malkhut puts Gwen's coins away before wandering into the kitchen out the back to inform his wife of the orders.
When Malkhut returns, Balron waves him over, ordering Venison with potatoes and turnips and a pitcher of ale.
The Elf turns to the Cleric. "Good Lady my name is Kaceubel of the Greatwood and I shall be glad to, as you so eloquently put it, music you when the flute is
ready and we have finished with more weighty matters. I never tease people with refined tastes, I save that behaviour solely for people of coarser inclinations."
"Yet it is people of the - ah - coarser type, Kaceubel, who react with the greatest pique when stung by a wit. Not all brutes are stupid enough to be fooled by the sharp tongue of an educated man," comments the ranger intently.
Nadia glances sidewards at the Gwendellhellin to identify her reaction to the flighty language. Nadia raises a slightly amused eyebrow.
Kaceubel turns to Gwendellhellin. "To answer your previous question I have discovered several interesting things about the temple of Daat. The priest of Daat, whose name remains unknown to me, has fled the area. Evidence that has come to my attention has led me to conclude that he left because Daat was no longer answering his prayers directly. Further investigation has shown that the temple is still consecrated to Daat, though someone should do something about the slaughtered deer just beginning to get ripe in the far corner."
The half-elf sighs faintly at this news. "I am not intimate with the particular rites of Daat's followers, but I know leaving a noble kill or a good hunting weapon are significant marks of devotion and worship amongst His faithful. The deer was a sacrifice and should be treated with respect." She takes a thoughful draw on her pipe, suddenly looking as weary as she might very well be, considering how long the walk is from Brondheim to Derisnospewn, then shifts and puts her worn boots up on a
convenient chair. "I'll look into it if you'd like once the rain eases up - or tomorrow if it gets dark first."
"Also, that verse you quote goes something a little more like this,
In the time of shouting stick of flaming balls
Evil will spread throughout the land
The Pure shall rise if force
Sephiroth shall be challenged
A Mage, A Cleric, A Fighter, A Ranger, A Thief
A Sleeping Lion, A week and a day
The Avatar shall be triumphant
Following the forces of goodness
Fraught with evil
Yet will they prevail
It is the end of all that is holy
Apocalypse"
"I expected you to get it correct, forest-brother, after all, you we're the first to quote it to me this morning," Gwen says in a brighter tone.
Balron looks over, a hint of a smile could possibly cross his face, but its hard to tell under the beard. He shakes his head slightly and goes back to his drink.
"My research has led me to believe that this version is also not entirely accurate, errors have crept in during millenia of copying. But the core content is as plain as a clearing in a forest if you take more than a cursory interest." Kaceubel picks up his flute piece and resumes his cleaning.
Gwen abruptly gives a disbelieving laugh.
[Nadia] "Oooooh! Deep." very quietly.
More clearly, "Please do enlighten us friend Kaceubel [pronounced as accurately as she can] with her clearest interpretation of this verse, whose provenance I must admit to not knowing. It sounds most fascinating. [pauses a moment as something strikes her] I hope I'm not butting into private converse here... Should any here wish to follow this, I'd hate to think they were barking up the wrong tree in any quest."
[Gwen] "My lord, forgive me, for I am often wrong when it comes to matters of purely academic import, but if you have knowledge of details relating to this prophecy which cast some further light upon its 'core content', perhaps sharing them with us now would be wise. I understand that I am not an, [Gwen drops into elvish, repeating your full archivist's rank with all the intonations which indicate position, speciality etc with only one real mistake in pronounciation], but not only do I appreciate the importance of specifics, but I also greatly respect your seniority and accumulated learning in this matter. Perhaps you should give us your interpretation of the Prophecy."
[Balron] Turning to his companion [Ari], his voice quietly rumbles deep in his chest. "So my light fingered friend, you have been to Sepiroth? It must be a tale worth telling"
[THREAD CLOSED]
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