The Ghost Song RP Thread

[Ambaryerno]

After a long discussion on the matter with Charissa, Julia would keep a careful eye open on the road between the Friendly Arm and Beregost. When visiting the latter, she would quietly ask around the local inns to determine if the messenger ever arrived.

And by "quietly," meaning drinking, flirting, and generous innuendo to extract the desired information from the locals.

[Tantive]

Charisa walked through the winding streets of beautiful houses and great architectures of the Palace district. Her stride had a length in her step, insistence to her destination. She had just returned from finding Lady Ralia's estate or so she had hoped. The priestess left dissappointed and perturbed after she was greeted by movers and its new owner, Lady Pennyflower. The Estate was sold, for but a fraction of the price. Charisa recalled her words.

"She said she wouldn't be needing it, and if all went well she would be with her love. And then... set things right. But if you ask me, that woman has a strange idea of whats right."

A love that hinged in an obsession and delusion, the Lady Ralia had plenty flaws guiding her Charisa thought. But her indefatigable attempts to win over the Duke, by any means necessary had laid a swath of victims in her wake. So far the lady remained in impunity to her actions. But was that all that Chasira needed to do? See that she was punished, and those alike? The conversation shared with the High Dawnlord earlier in the Friendly Arms, a question that he posed had riled her to a realisation.

"If she can drop the darker arts, perhaps her attentions can be moved elsewhere? Something more healthy?" Eldarian had asked.

Though the High Dawnlord was not aware to the full extent of her folly when the question was presented, Charisa from his inquiry, saw she had only treated Lady Ralia only as a faceless conspirator to move against. It was this utterance that had her set out for the Lady in question. To face her as a Scion.

"She seems for sure she will be living with her lover soon enough. Something about less then a tenday left," Lady Pennyflower had told the priestess. When asked when it was they had spoken, she learned it was three to four days ago. Time was shortening grievously; the messenger missing, the Lady Ralia missing, Louis De'Glant off elsewhere and Brilla's soul in the balance.

Charisa frowned as her way was made in search through the various taverns of the cities districts dressed in her lavish robes, armed with the favourite scent of the Lady and her description. Blood magic, she thought. The darker arts whispered Lady Ralia was using must have been blood magic, it would make sense from the new tenants description to what state the basement was found, and what was cleaned.

Lady Ralia must be found, as should Charisa make an expedient examination of items that were brought to the Ilmatari church.

[Pommel]

He had barely slept since she'd been shot - since she'd been shot in his arms.

He'd sat by her bed. Watching, waiting, praying. Sleepless but not tireless. When she'd finally been able to walk again, with help, she'd asked him if he was tired. He couldn't lie. He had been. He slept then, curled up with her, not caring in the least what tongues might wag. Soft and gentle, just grateful that she would be whole again.

And now he was awake in the small hours, sleep as disturbed as the clouds overhead. It was raining again, the makings of a storm in the heavens. At least thats what he saw and hoped, as it echoed his heart. The storms there struggled to be free now, to be heard.

He had come outside. The paladin had demanded he be calm around her sister, and she was right. He had to think, though. He had to say words.

Still, he could not stray far. He needed to be back by her side before she stirred. But he couldn't say these words within the Halls of Inner Light, or the gardens around it. He needed to be away from softness and gentleness.

His boots carried him swiftly through the Palace District. He needed space. He needed to see the sky. He needed to see his god. Feel him. He wasn't delayed much at the gate, even though he was leaving at such a late hour, and soon he farmlands stretched before him.

The land north of the city fell away in a gentle slope, so he got a good view of farms below and skies above.The city was to his back with its gaggle of saints and sinners, victors and victims. Its host of wrongs small and large.

Only one filled his mind now.

Some counselled a cautious approach. Making too many enemies would make life impossible, after all. Evidence would bring the bitch to bay in the end. Pragmatic, reasonable, sensible.

Others had other ideas, and Talas had heard them too.

The silver coin the Doombringer had given him glimmered in the moonlight, stark against his black-gloved palm. The twin faces looking up at him. It was an unusual coin, not the back-to-back faces, one smiling and one frowning, that were the typical symbol of Hoar. Instead, one side depicted smiling faces, and the other, one bore furious scowls.

By chance it was those angry faces that looked back at him. The coin was the right way up, as far as he was concerned; an omen of his god.

A breeze tugged at his cloak as his gaze rose to the rain. Perhaps it was his imagination but it beat harder against him. Colder.

Another omen, maybe.

He wasn't used to faith. He couldn't read signs well. To think his god was watching would bring him comfort, but he didn't need it.

"I'm speaking to you, Doombringer. Whether you're listening or not, I'm speaking."

His other hand clutched the pommel of his blade, his wife's blade. The last woman taken from him. This was not the idle, lazy gesture he commonly adopted. Underneath the black glove, his knuckles were white.

"Ralia Fernswallow is going to pay. I don't care who does it. But if I have a say, she'll pay before more people are hurt. If that means by the laws here, written in piss as they are, so be it. But if it means my blade, or another's, thats what will happen. Thats what Talas Marsak says. Thats what your paladin says. Listen and judge, Doombringer."

His gloved hand clasped around the coin. The fury in his voice was cold. He'd kept it in long enough for it to be white hot, but that was not his way anymore. "Piss on politics. Piss on nobles drowning in their own wealth. Piss on people who burn the world for what they want. Piss on those who think no one can harm them and no one cares what they do. They'll learn they're wrong. That's why you make my blade sharp."

[Tantive]

Shunned. A terribly effective practise in the higher circles, and one is never truly certain when it would end. Lady Ralia Fenswallow was the latest and greatest subject of rumours flowing in the courts, Charisa learned. It became clear that she would not be an arbiter in the confrontation with the Lady Ralia, as her position could be jeopardised and at worst discredited to what she is attempting to accomplish. A risk best not taken, for the good of what must be done. Lady Ralia must face Tyr's judgement, and the noble class must understand that moral judgement will not escape them.

"I will have faith that this will be resolved by those setting out, and she will face the justice that was denied for so long," Charisa had told Adelaide. She let her hope rest on them to do what is right and just for the city, and in turn she should not dissappoint them with the law.

The Scion stood in her lavish robes inside the Temple of Tyr of the Eastern District, the High Priest greeted her view on the other end past the rows of pews. Her steps drew nearer to him, reflecting off the acoustic grandure of the temple until its last echo dissappeared. She came to a halt in front of him. An ally was sought.

[paw]

Herran is given a missive from Harold to be delivered to the High Radiance in Beregost.

With the help of Vala, Michael, Fenix and Damien, the missive was successfully delivered with only a short delay at the lions way bridge where three ogres were told to take "the bard".

Herran managed to convince then Damien was a bard by having him sing his best, which turned out to be ... horribly out of key. The ogres of course knew he was the bard ... after pumping them for as much information as he could ... the ogres tire and attack. After they were defeated, the group hasted on to Beregost ... prayerfully in time.

[paw]

Herran leaves word at all of Julias known hangouts that she is in danger of kidnappers and possibly assassins, advising that she should -not- travel or be alone at any time.

[Laughing Octopus]

No word still on the revival of Brilla. One could reasonable expect to have heard something from somebody if she were back to walking among us. Perhaps she can't be revived, which would be unfortunate as she is a key witness to implicating Fenswallow. While her shunning will have helped restrict her ability to act within the court, this may end up driving her into a corner. The others seem hushed about the matter, so one begins to wonder what was discovered. Why exactly was Fenswallow shunned? By even her own sister?

I'll have to continue picking at the threads to see what comes loose, Pashuz muses as he tends to his list.

[DM Hera]

It was early morning when Ralia Fenswallow was brought through the eastern city gates, her hands bound with rope and a tie around her mouth. It is said shes a feared spell caster and the tie of the mouth a needed item. People that knew the woman distance themselves, and suddenly she finds she has no friends at court.

Ralia's Captors where the Flaming Fist lead by Captain Bel, and in his company a group of known adventurers.

[Ambaryerno]

It was early morning when Ralia Fenswallow was brought through the eastern city gates, her hands bound with rope and a tie around her mouth. It is said shes a feared spell caster and the tie of the mouth a needed item. People that knew the woman distance themselves, and suddenly she finds she has no friends at court.

Ralia's Captors where the Flaming Fist lead by Captain Bel, and in his company a group of known adventurers.

Julia would march alongside Ralia — or at least as close as the Fist would allow her — and sing her rendition of "Great Big Blue Balls" for the captive, while improvising new choruses throughout the march and trying to entice the company into making it a crowd song.

[Laughing Octopus]

"Parading her through the street! How lavish." Pashuz muses as he spots the escort passing through the streets. That they apprehended her and brought her back to the city can only mean one of two things. One, they need her for something. The woman likely has a wealth of information that will need to be tapped. While immediate urge to offer the services of his expert arises, perhaps that will need some persuasion.

Two, she'll need to stand trial. Which would mean she has not been sentenced yet, which means they have yet to present proof to the council. It's a pity the earlier ruse to lure a confession out of her was a flop, but this may present unique opportunities.

In either case, it will be imperative to learn what Fenswallow knows.

[DM Hera]

Louis de'Glant a Coutier of Baldurs Gate has offered testimony against Lady Ralia. He proclaims she is an evil witch of murderous means and has the proof of such. This evidence will be exposed at trial which will now occur. The Date is set soon.

[Ambaryerno]

Julia keeps an eye on the notice boards for when the trial is expected to begin, fully anticipating to enjoy the show.

\\Will try to make it if I can, but will need to know when so I can adjust my schedule.