Storyteller: I'll let you know when it's safe to come into
play. It won't be too long, I promise.
Jalda: okay, i'll keep tabs on the chat
Storyteller: Okay. Cool.
Storyteller: Okay, basically, I have this NPC named
Mhyria. She is an Eshu and you are going to sort of know her.
You met her once in your travels in Eastern Europe and had
dinner. All you pretty much learned was that she was from the
Duchy of Delta Crescent in the Kingdom of Willows and that she
is a fellow traveller. She intruiged you, however, and though it was
years ago since you last saw her you would know her in an
instant. Okay?
Storyteller: Right now, the Duchy of Delta Crescent is in the
middle of a civil war. Battles are everywhere. Does Sara live in
Delta Crescent?
Jalda: okay
Storyteller: (New Orleans)
Jalda: No, she's from the Kingdom of Apples. She's passing
through. (I know *G*).
Storyteller: Okay. So, you're walking down the street.
Soon enough, the warmth of the Balefire pulls you in the direction
of a small freehold... with an enormous red dragon curled around
it. The freehold itself is rather small, but very welcoming, a small
tavern with an old wooden sign with the words "The Red Dragon"
carved on it. You see a few fae standing outside conversing, two
satyrs and an Eshu. Mhyria, in fact.
Storyteller: (Reply in the chat.)
Jalda: can she have a motorcycle? Not a big one, like a
yamaha or something
Storyteller: Sure.
Storyteller: Which is it, Jalda or Sara?
Jalda: Jalda's her fae name, she goes by Sara most of the
time
Storyteller: Ahhh... Ok.
Jalda: old habits die hard *G*
Storyteller: I know that one...
Storyteller: BTW, it might be a bit rough until I get used to
this two player thing. Never done this before.
Jalda: sokay, understand completely
Storyteller: If I do something that bugs you, let me know.
Please. :-)
Jalda: ditto
Jalda: okay, quick question
Storyteller: Yup.
Jalda: i've never been clear on this: Are fae names secret?
Storyteller: Nope. Not in my game.
Jalda: okay, cool
Storyteller: Yup.
Storyteller: Okay, inside is all made of wood. There are
booths around a sunken floor with lots of cushions, a long bar at
one side and a large fireplace with the balefire.
Jalda: okay
Storyteller: oh, and there is a small thrust stage in one
corner.
Jalda: eh?
Jalda: thrust stage?
Storyteller: oh. um. a stage that the edges meet the wall. no
wings.
Jalda: oh, okay, never heard that term before... and i'm a
techie!
Storyteller: oh boy.. :-)
Storyteller: it's ok.
Storyteller: Because your character has travelled, you have
happened to hear rumors of a relic called the Cup of Dreams
being somewhere in the Isle of the Mighty.
Jalda: okay
Storyteller: But don't bring that angle in until I let you know.
Jalda: right, figured :]
Storyteller: :-)(
Storyteller: :-)
Storyteller: My fault, as I didn't let you know before, but
the tavern is mostly deserted. There's only that one nocker and
say... a sluagh.
Storyteller: And the boggan, Leila.
Jalda: sokay, Jalda makes do :]
Storyteller: You vaguely recall something about the quest
for High King David being made by an Oathcircle that began in
Delta Crescent. Circle of Hope or something like that. Go ahead
and bring that up whenever you feel the moment right.
Jalda: okay
Storyteller: Now would be a good time to bring up what I
just told you.
Storyteller: Very nice.
Storyteller: :-)
Jalda: *G*
Storyteller: go ahead and reply
Storyteller: LOL! Okay...
Jalda: it seemed appropriate to the character
Storyteller: Hee hee.
Storyteller: Go ahead and bring that bit of info I gave you
earlier about Isle of the Mighty./
Jalda: how?
Jalda: duh
Jalda: nm
Storyteller: :)
Storyteller: Do you as a player want to join the oathcircle,
out of curiousity?
Jalda: sure, but jalda doesn't *G*
Storyteller: we'll seea bout that...
Jalda: well, she does, but she doesn't
Storyteller: hee hee.
Storyteller: do you have my email address?
Jalda: no, i do not
Storyteller:
Storyteller:
Jalda: you want jalda's sheet, right?
Storyteller: yuppers.
Jalda: mmkay
Storyteller: danka
Jalda: sent
Storyteller: danka, again...
Jalda: bite
Jalda: if we do fighitng, do you roll dice or are you like rob
and i? and if you do, should i do my own?
Storyteller: i'm like rob and you. i don't use dice.
Jalda: mmkay :[
Jalda: er, :]
Storyteller: yeah, i'd rather play it out instead of 'you roll a
six. you succeed.' :-)
Jalda: you should get the combat book, it's got a nice system
Jalda: blow by blow
Storyteller: hmm... :-( but that takes $$. poor, starving
college students don't have $$.
Storyteller: :-)
Jalda: that's why i like highschool
Storyteller: In actuality, the palace is crystal and white
stone, with soaring spires of gold and silver...
Storyteller: ... not an abandoned warehouse.
Jalda: yeah, i figured *G*
Jalda: well, you know, something cool like that
Storyteller: yuppers.
Storyteller: You catch the sight of someone on the outskirts
who... doesn't quite belong. He is kinda scruffy looking and has
no fae form that you can tell... but he isn't quite human either.
Storyteller: He's staring hard at the palace, too.
Jalda: oh pooh, and i was all ready to charge at the police
Storyteller: As if trying to remember some elusive memory.
Storyteller: :) You may get the chance.
Storyteller: Argh! Halt!
Jalda: Oak Reaver's not magical, it just looks cool
Jalda: oh damn
Storyteller: Sorry!
Jalda: lol
Storyteller: I keep hitting that damn warn button.
Storyteller: And you didn't go running up to him.
Jalda: again? or just not beore?
Jalda: cause i got the not before part
Storyteller: just not before.
Jalda: okay
Storyteller: :) you both were too damn quick.
Storyteller: so now you've taken on joe as your ward?
Jalda: yeah, seems normal for a troll.
Jalda: i mean, he is the high king
Storyteller: ok. cool. who-hoo! more leverage for her to
join the circle.
Jalda: *G*
Storyteller: Sorry again 'bout that stupid warning. They
should take that button off the IM's.
Jalda: *shrug* sokay, I don't mind.
Storyteller: what's afk?
Jalda: away from keyboard
Storyteller: ah.
Jalda: Jalda looks down the alley, a frown on her face. To
enter, or not to enter. That is the question...
Storyteller: It's dark... and the only thing you can hear is
their footsteps. Which suddenly stop.
Jalda: Jalda removes her glasses, slipping them inside her
jacket. She also makes sure her camera is secure over her
shoulder underneath said jacket before bringing Oak Reaver up
defensively and moving down the alley, eyes and ears oepn and
alert.
Storyteller: (Hang on a sec.)
Jalda: (sure)
Storyteller: (Okay, not sure on the spelling but hang with
me.) "Meilge! Ya still here?" you hear the redcap call softly.
Storyteller: They've stopped midway through.
Jalda: Jalda stops, her heart pounding in her chest, she waits
for more sounds to decide whether it's safe to move.
Storyteller: There is a swish of fabric and the soft glitter of a
mask in the darkness of the alley. "I am. What news do you
have?"
Jalda: Jalda grins to herself as she remains frozen in place,
eavesdropping.
Storyteller: The sluagh speaks and you can only make out
some words. "We... stopped by... troll... maybe... not sure...
appears as if... brought... back here." Meilge speaks again.
"Those nitwits. I should have known better. Bring the human to
me, at all costs - and *don't* attract any attention!"
Jalda: Jalda frowns and steps backwards out of the alley,
trying not to make a sound.
Storyteller: You are successful. No one hears you and the
two shadow court fae head to the other side of the alley.
Jalda: Cursing my luck that they didn't come out my way I
rush back towards where Kendrick and Joe were.
Storyteller: (And now we wait. He's not back yet.)
Jalda: k
Storyteller: (Urm. You're going to have to wait a few
moments while I play Kendrick's few minutes when you aren't
there wih him. *sigh* Damnable phone calls.)
Jalda: (lol, okay, i'll just work with another game i'm in
(board based))
Storyteller: (Ok. It shouldn't take long if he ever gets back.)
Jalda: (heh. you don't happen to be interested in running any
sort of game, do you? just a generic world..? I'm hunting up gms
for a friend of mine)
Storyteller: (Heh... nah, one's enough for me.)
Jalda: (pfft, i'm running *counts* 3, and i'm playing in
*counts* 4)
Storyteller: good luck...
Jalda: (hehehe, i'm dong okay, except for that week without
power and the semi-frequent emotional breakdowns due to
parental units)
Storyteller: uh-huh... I know how that feels...)
Jalda: (it's pissing me off. I've decided I'm moving as far
away from them as possiblel. or at least my mom)
Storyteller: LOL! I know how that feels too... Go ahead
and go back to chat.)