Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Mila smiled to Herran, though unseen as her face remained covered by the black mask she wore. She waited while he entered the next room, dimly lit by candlelight. She stood motionless in the room simply listening. She heard a rustling sound, then gradually everything became very quiet. Then, the only sound which could be heard was the sound of light breathing coming from the other room. She realized momentarily that she had been holding her breath, almost expectantly as she listened while the sounds of activity in the adjoining room died down. Candlelight emanated from the adjacent room and after waiting a moment longer she stepped into the shadows and began to move quietly toward the door leading inside the room where Herran lay.

Her eyes easily adjusted to the dimly lit interior. The room itself was decorated quite nice, romantic even under different circumstances. The candles provided a soft light and the incense a pleasant atmosphere to the senses. She slipped carefully, quietly towards the bed upon which Herran lay. She paused a moment, studying the scene and remembering his words, trying to discern if anything was out of place. Should the gem be nearby? She pondered briefly, distracted by the thought only a moment then begun to focus again.

There was some scented oil in a nearby glass holder near the bed and she carefully made her way to it. Next she made her way carefully back toward the bed, and the motionless figure beneath the sheets. From the shadows and behind the carefully hung sheets surrounding the bed, she crept to the foot of the bed and knelt down and carefully moved the sheet covering Herran's legs upwards toward his waist. The atmosphere of the dimly lit room was soft, warm, inviting as the fragrant oil permeated the interior. Placing some of the warm oil on her hands, she carefully began to massage his legs with the oil...

In your drug induced state you see the dark room. Not dark as in evil but welcoming and soft. The silky, purple and red pillows are plush and comfortable. The sweet smelling incence and oils are intoxicating. The soft red sheets cover your naked flesh. You see a sleek silhouette against the candles. You are not alone.
"Ah, yes." You think to yourself. "My love is here, right on que"
You are not frightened. You know its someone you love. Yes. Someone you trust. Someone you desire. The figure, cloaked in shadows and at your feet, removes the silk sheet from your legs and begins massaging in a perfumed oil that smells of tanned leathers. Your feet, your calves. Rubbing in the oil, relaxing the muscles in your legs. Her strong hands knead the flesh working up. The warm oils slowly run down your sides as the woman pours more apon your chest and rubs it in. Her fingers digging into the muscles along your chest and abdomin. The fingers are barely visible in the light as they knead the flesh of your chest, your shoulders. The perfumed oil is strong on them yet pleasant. You sigh contently as the poorly manicured nails and not so smooth skin work the muscles. You notice that Mila doesnt wear the sparkle of multi colored gems on one of the ring fingers,as in your dreams, but you can see it in your mind. A platinum band with gems of red, white, green, blue, and black . You reach to pull your love up to you. She resists as her lips trace trails across your stomach. You lay back in ecstasy. Your head turns to the side as you moan and you notice one of the flickering candles missing. There was supposed to be one right by your head. Wait, you think. That wasnt a candle that was missing, but your attention is again brought back to the lips caressing you. Mila plays her part perfectly.

Hoihe decides to look for a charisma bonus item inside the White Mask Theater, much to the opposition of the locals, he'd explain that he's a friend of Herran and such may be allowed to look around. The golden diamond shines ever so brightly on his bracers as he accidentally turns on the lights of the stage.

((Aww, don't tell me Hoihe missed out his chance to burst into the room in the most inappropriate moment

//// Herran told you -no- sharing this vision!

Herrans mind reels as he flops back into the pillows. The vision is overwhelming him, especially in his drugged state.

"Things are not right ... and yet so terribly right." he thinks to himself as he moans.

"The manicure ... Your fingers ... the ring , that beautiful ring" he reaches his arms weakly for her once again.

"and yet ... this -is- a vision .. something of the future .. things change ... not our love, that will only grow stronger ... but other things .. the vision ... the future ... why .. why now .. what do you have to say to me?" his arms drop back down helplessly as he ponders but for a moment.

"We want to see this to the end ... tis the only way to end it's haunting? ... I must continue" he smiles up to no one in particular, the thoughts racing through his mind "besides ... Mila's actions ... she ... no one else could ... "

His eyes flutter open and he manages to utter but one word ... the one that is most on his mind ... the name of his one and only true love "Mila!" he smiles lightheartedly as he says her name, even though he is still yet to see her.

His mind racing makes it harder for him to remain in his vision state, and yet he somehow manages to do so out of shear will ... and the desire for this to never end "but what is it that is missing" he frowns for but a moment at that thought.

///proper entry above .. sorry for the blip

"My fingers...manicure? Oh!" She pulled back her hand quickly, embarrassed. In a time when her mind should be on other things, it was instead on something so superficial... Well the children used to laugh and call her 'Fingers' because she got them rapped so many times while trying to make off with bread from the market. And, numerous failed disarmings of traps over the years had taken its toll, so...yeah, maybe they weren't the prettiest.

Uh, right. She shook her head trying to focus on what was occuring. The gods knows there were much more important things that she should be worrying about right now, including her love. And the vision, and the gem. Suddenly, she heard the ring of a bell in the distance.

((You guys are the leaders of WMT, it's up to you if the NPCs "allow" Hoihe through the locked door by checking who touched the bell.

/// being of Candlekeep, they would let Hoihe into the backstage area ... but would -not- allow him to disturb the Directors quarters for anything shy of absolute life and death.

paw wrote:/// being of Candlekeep, they would let Hoihe into the backstage area ... but would -not- allow him to disturb the Directors quarters for anything shy of absolute life and death.

He's invisible )))))))

With the sounding of the bell Herran sits up straight, eyes wide, eyes wild .... eyes completely confused. As he turns to finally notice Mila sitting there he grabs for her wrists, dragging her close with or without her consent.

He pulls at her with all his strength, grabbing at her hood and mask, doing everything he can to see ... to see .... to see .... to see!

His eyes dance back and forth, up and down searching every inch of her wildly, panic written all over him. If she resists in any manner, he fights her harder to the point of pain ... or till she can free herself from his grasp. If she does not resist ...

//// being invisible ... they may call in the Flaming Fist

Remembering Herran's words to not let him see her during the recreation, she would struggle to escape. Though she might not be able to physically escape as he might have her by the arms, if unsuccessful she would then attempt to use her invisibility spell to escape or as a last resort, try and consume the lone potion of Greater Sanctuary that she has in her pack. She would not however try something that would inflict harm onto Herran to escape.

The staff having realized the importance Herran has placed on this recreation would do all they could to negate any distractions. With the bell ringings they would -run- to find who was ringing and which bell was rung. not finding anyone they would send for the Fist as a precaution. Vampire? Thief? Something to do with Herran directly? They take no chance.

Herran's rage begins to build as she struggles, her struggle to not allow herself to be seen adds greatly to his confusion. The more she struggles the more confused and enraged he becomes.

He begins to sing, songs at random flying and changing at random, building his own defenses and chipping away at hers, he somehow recognizes that she is only trying to get away and not cause harm, yet he is determined to not allow that to happen.

As he blasts her with a curse song he screams loud enough to be heard throughout the theater. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MILA!!"