Clever Girl

Dumia 20th, 1217

Initiative: 19 + 1 = 20 / 3 + 1 = 4
Shadowfell Despair: 9 + 0 = 9

Miranda Elovar

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Ashbourne

The weather is still cold, but it’s slowly getting warmer with Spring well on its way. The day light hours are as long as those of the night, but the nights are getting shorter. In the Wellsorrow Region, the Shadowfell despair is fading in its cycle. The people of Ashbourne and surrounding areas are feeling happier and it’s easier to shake the despair, and harder to fall under its influence. There is a half moon in the night sky tonight.

Shadowfell Despair Check: DC 9/15

“I’ll miss you most.” she said, wrapping her arms around Captain Hellsway. He was a young sailor who inherited the ship from his father the only way pirates know how — by killing the man. It was over some treasure, but the men all knew the truth of the matter Senior Hellsway was getting too old for this shit.

“Take care of that young pup. He’s got a problem and a half.”

Else smile and giggled behind her hand. “Oh, don’t I know it.” And she did. It was the whole reason she was here — to return to her master what he’d stole from him. So far, he had nothing to take. She’d have to remedy that. She’d hate to have to take her master his head. al’Zand had such pretty blue eyes.

Else watched al’Zand disembark and speak to the dockmaster and knew that wherever blue-eyes went, she’d find him. But it couldn’t be like she was following him. A short redhead walked the gangplank behind him and soon disappeared into the crowd. She’d been on board? Odd.

But she had a man to follow.

“Take care, my lovely.” The captain waved. The wave had turned into a swat. The blow landed on his opposite arm squashing the pesky mosquito that harassed him. He’d been fun. Not as fun as al’Zand or even the deckhand. The captain had preferred al’Zand. Seemed many of the men on The Cardiff had. But she hadn’t lacked for any action.

Once Else was down the pier and at the dockmaster, she put on her best smile and sashayed towards the dockmaster. He took notice immediately. His mouth hung open as her breasts bounced in their deep cleavage. It was the entire pirate wench outfit that pulled the whole look together, and Else rolled her eyes in her head. Men were such easy fucking targets.

“Hey sugar.” Else said in sickenly sweet voices. “I was hoping you might tell me where my fella got off too? He was just here a moment ago. Dark inky hair, a set of eyes that are bluer than that there sea out there. And a fine fine…” She blushed and covered her face in mock embarrassment. “Oh, I can’t even say it.”

The dock master put his hands on her shoulder. He smelled of damiana root and rum and nothing at all like the sea he stood watch over. A big disappointment. “Oh dear, don’t… he asked about the nearest inn. And that would be the Scared Horses.” He gave Else explicit directions, all the while pointing the way. “I could walk you. Let me..”

Else interrupted. “No, sweetheart, that’s just fine. I can manage on my little own self.”

She didn’t wait around for him to insist. The last thing al’Zand needed was to see her with another man. He wasn’t the jealous type, but he was the ‘I don’t want the leftovers’ type. Secret debauchery had been the name of her game. And it had been fun. 

Else couldn’t go by her real name here. Sadly, the Captain actually knew her and had let al’Zand on his ship for next to nothing. The gambling bard was an easy mark and Hellsway hadn’t regretted it the moment he saw those baby-blues. Everyone was a sucker for those eyes.

She needed a new name. Miranda was pretty. She could even shorten it to Mandy in a private social setting. But what was her back story? It needed to be tied to al’Zand so he couldn’t ditch her without breaking the story. And who would believe him over her? His wife would work.

Miranda Elovar pushed the doors to the Scared Horses Inn open a new woman. She was drop dead gorgeous and all eyes near the door turned to her. The men’s jaws dropped, and the women sneered. That’s right ladies, you got some competition now.

al’Zand was chatting with the barkeep. He wasn’t getting anywhere. Time to step in.

“I’m Miranda Elovar, and this is al’Zand, my husband. We are the Great Elovars. Maybe you’ve heard of us? We could play a few songs tonight, entertain your crowd for room and board?”

She brightened the man’s demeanor with a smile and her heaving bosom. “Sure thing, sweetheart. We can fit you and your husband in for the night.”

Miranda turned lovingly to her new husband and smiled. And the keep handed her a bowl of the most foulest smelling gruel she’d seen on any side of the Great Sea. But it was hot, and would fill their bellies better than any of the slop on the Cardiff. 

They sat down at the table near the bar and al’Zand began his questions. But he accepted the reason and Miranda was grateful. He’d have to get used to the new name as well. He hadn’t even blinked at the change. Or even the story, really.

It was something to think about, but there was not enough time to finish her awful dinner before they hauled them up on stage. Perfect place to ferret out any other marks and find a few extra coins or a plump man or two to shag before the night’s end. A few extra coins from the lad’s coin pouches would be a decent payment for the horrid gruel she had to endure tonight.

But it wasn’t far into their impromptu show that a man slunk away with their things. 

What should Miranda do?

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  1. Chase the Bandit
  2. Complain to the Tavern Owner
  3. Ignore al’Zand and chat up another in the Tavern
  4. Keep playing

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The Great Elovars

Dumia 20th, 1217

Initiative: 19 + 1 = 20 / 17 + 1 = 18
Shadowfell Despair: 8 – 1 = 7
Effect: 2 – Apathy
Flaw: “I don’t believe I can make a difference to anyone or anything.”

al’Zand Elovar

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Ashbourne

The weather is still cold, but it’s slowly getting warmer with Spring well on its way. The day light hours are as long as those of the night, but the nights are getting shorter. In the Wellsorrow Region, the Shadowfell despair is fading in its cycle. The people of Ashbourne and surrounding areas are feeling happier and it’s easier to shake the despair, and harder to fall under its influence. There is a half moon in the night sky tonight.

Shadowfell Despair Check: DC 9/15

The boat finally docked and Else had closed her trap long enough for us to disembark The Cardiff, but that didn’t stop her from flirting with every sailor as we left. It had been a long trip, but she was at least decent company. Not that there weren’t a few attractive men to bed down with. 

The captain put his hand on my shoulder as I walked the gangplank down to the dock. “Good luck outrunning your debt. I never saw you.”

“Your tune will change when he finds you. But hopefully I’ll already be gone and you won’t have a clue where I’m going.” I said.

The captain had been good to me. Too good, actually, one of the few sailors I had spent the night with. Too much rum, too much gambling and I swung from the captain’s bed one too many nights. Company was good, the sex was better, but it was the distraction that meant the most. Even Else was good for that.

With the captain’s good will at my back, I looked upon my final destination. The only city in Wellsorrow wasn’t like every other city in the world. Where the docks should be full and bustling, they were not. A few ships were in the docks, but no men loaded or unloaded cargo, no man or woman shuffled from the passenger ships. It was quiet. The only true noise came from the seagulls screeching above and the lapping sound of the waves on the hulls of the ship. Even The Cardiff’s men were sullen behind me. 

The buildings were dingy and dull. The sun and sea had not weathered the paint. A man dangled from a nearby building laying on a fresh coat of red paint. It should be the color of blood, but it was washed out and gray as soon as it touched the wood. The whole place was bleak.

I shifted my back on my shoulder and asked the dockmaster, who stood at the end of our pier. “Where is the nearest inn?”

The man looked me up and down and glanced at the Cardiff behind me. “The Scared Horses is down thata away.” He pointed down the coastline. “Follow it till the juncture. Can’t miss it. ”

The name didn’t sound promising, but I was ready to sleep in a proper bed, have a hot meal and maybe a different sort of companion for the night. Or a game of dice. Cards weren’t my thing, and that was all the sailors had played, even if I suggested dicing.

The dock master was right. The Scared Horses stood out amongst the other buildings on the corner. Not only was the sign obvious with its fleeing horse statue swinging from the roof, but music flooded through the slats in the walls, the door opened, and the sounds of revelry flooded the streets. 

How could a drab city like Ashbourne had a place so full of life?

I pulled open the door and slipped inside. It was warm and bright, like every tavern in every inn. I pushed my way past the doors through the crowd that watched a man on a lyre with the personality of a goat sing his baudy song of sailor’s delights. I could play better than that!

And that was the plan. Sing for my supper. I waded through the crowd and found a thin man drying a mug behind the bar. “I was hoping I might catch a few songs, make enough for a hot meal and bed for the night.” I hefted my lute above the bar to show the man what I came to do.

He glared at me. A hand on my shoulder made me turn to look, and I saw those green eyes and blonde hair I’d spent so much time with. Else gave me a bright smile and offered the man in front of us her hand. “I’m Miranda Elovar, and this is al’Zand, my husband. We are the Great Elovars. Maybe you’ve heard of us? We could play a few songs tonight, entertain your crowd for room and board?”

She brightened man’s demeanor with a smile and her heaving bosom. I rolled my eyes. “Sure thing, sweetheart. We can fit you and your husband in for the night.”

Else gave me a bright smile when the man handed us a bowl of leftover steak gruel and she headed off for a table near the stage. A proper stage not some make shift place the entertainment set up. Else sat in front of me and I gave her a pretty smile. “Miranda? my wife?” 

She smiled sweetly at me. “They don’t like strangers here. We need to stick together. And am I really that bad to be around?”

I sighed and shook my head, “No, not that bad.”

I had barely scraped my bowl clean with the man behind the shooed the lyre playing man away. “We have a treat tonight. The Great Elovars from across the Great Sea are here to play for us.”

The crowd booed and hissed and Else, no Miranda, stepped up on the stage with her lute and I followed her. This wouldn’t end well. But Miranda started playing a song, and I followed along. It was a song the sailors on the Cardiff had sung many times, and it had stuck in our heads. We played, the crowd changed their tune and were singing the baudy pirate songs right along with us.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Except as we started the fifth song, I saw a small slip of a man pick up my bag and steadily sneak towards the door.

What should al’Zand do?

Post your choice in the comments!

  1. Chase the Bandit
  2. Complain to the Tavern Owner
  3. Ignore Else and chat up another in the Tavern
  4. Keep playing

Who would you like to go first next week?

Post your choice in the comments!

For each vote a character receives over the course of this week, they will get that plus their usual initiative roll to see who goes first. You will have 5 chances to vote, one for each post of the week!

ae’Nyx Riva | al’Zand Elovar | Alushtas Maskan | Miranda Elovar | Rosana
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