A Day Without Fighting
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lydamorehouseI'm actually very pleased that we rolled almost no dice last night. I have a feeling that several of the other players strongly disagree with me, but role-play for the win!
Below is Ave's rambling synopsis of the session.
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June 8
Red Maple Lodge
Ceyan Empire
Dearest Idyril and Sierra:
Anges is trying to convince me not to rob Simon blind. She says, “Taking advantage of people is wrong.”
There is no question that Anges is Very Hot, especially when she gives me that stern look, but her logic is faulty. She thinks we’re supposed to feel bad that Simon is a terrible businessman with an equally atrocious ability to judge character. Apparently, just because he gave us all massively expensive uncommon and/or rare items from his magical stores (my Bracers of Defense are very sparkly!) for free, it’s “poor judgment” on my part, not his, to continue to take advantage of him.
I could not disagree more.
In fact, I’m certain that if I could just get the manifest out of our new Bag of Holding (that Agnes insists on carrying because she doesn’t trust me all of a sudden,) I could do a decent job of forging a new one with an adjusted amount of bags of jellybeans, etc. At least Rakke started to understand the value of the SpellyJellys when we divided them up at a dive bar in Stevenrik called The Hidden Hatchet.
I still think that at the very least we should have subbed in some regular non-magical candy because putting a bunch of Acid Arrows in the hands of frat boys is an extremely poor business choice for Professor Simon’s Dad.
I’m beginning to think that Simon comes by his business acumen honestly, as they say.
By the by, on the road, I’ve been drinking and thinking, and now have several very good alternative SpellyJellys that would be a much bigger hit with the college kids. What do you and Sierra think of these options: Lesser Restoration (for hangovers,) Alarm (for party lookouts), Message (to ask your prof for a midnight deadline extension or, you know, just to call the bestie with hot campus gossip,) Guidance (for an exam buff,) Speak with Animals (as a more wholesome drunken prank,) Comprend Languages (to score with the hot new foreign exchange student), and/or Feign Death (to get out of finals)? I think these are clever and much less likely to be the cause of massive property damage and lawsuits.
Thyme rather pointedly demonstrated the uselessness of Guidance later, but, honestly, in my opinion it matters much more that people THINK the jellys will give them the advantages they want, rather than if they actually do.
People sell dud products all the time, after all.
Raymal suggested that probably a lot of these magical college kids already know these spells, but that’s also not the point. Dummo Professor Dad isn’t selling them spells they don’t probably already have either! The thing about the jellys is that anyone can use them and it saves some kind of “slot” energy that frankly sounds dirty to me, but all the magic-users in our party nodded like they understood why that might be valuable.
In an attempt to prove my point, as we took the Imperial Highway to Cavri, I polled as many students as I could identify. From the results of that, I do think that at least Lesser Restoration would, in fact, be a big hit.
It’s called “market research,” Simon and Simon’s Dad!!
Enough about that.
Oh, you’ll never guess who I ran into once we made it to the mid-way point, Red Maple Lodge? Amil? Alan? No, that’s right, his name didn’t start with an “A,” it was… Vargan, I think? I mean, I remembered his face! Vargan was that half-Elf spy I had the very brief fling with at Summer--maybe Winter Court? I think that was him, anyway? When I first saw him, Vargan acted all dodgy, like he didn’t want to be spotted, so I thought maybe Mother had sent out an assassin or someone to haul me back to the Monastery. But apparently he also left Court on Mother’s bad side (easy enough to do, after all,) and thought maybe I was sent to kill him?
We got reacquainted in a hayloft after Hana tracked him there, and he told me all about the politics of the Powers That Be in Cavri. Hopefully, that will prove useful, but at any rate, the time wasn’t wasted! Vargan was as fun as I remembered. Half-elves are just naturally comly and charming, don’t you think? I remember that you thought Captain Philip was hot.
There’s not a lot else to report. The Travorian signet ring got us fast service and a nice table setting at the Lodge, which is something Mother is good for, I guess. I ended up inviting a professor to sit with us so that we could learn a bit about the University, but I will admit I mostly polled her about the marketability of my SpellyJelly ideas, so I’m not really sure how much information we actually got out of her.
Honestly, most of the day was travel, but I had a great time talking to all the college students along the way. Rakke joked that I inflicted psychic damage on the wagons of students I polled, but he’s just jealous because I keep trying to steal away Agnes. He is clearly smitten with her, as well.
Oh! Did you know that Hana can turn into the cutest little mouse? She has this lovely auburn hair and so does the mouse! She gets very stressed out in big crowds, so I offered to let her hide in my pocket during the long queue we had to wait in to leave Stevenrik. To be fair to her, there were a lot of noisy people milling around impatiently. Mouse-Hana made a darling little nest out of the detritus and lint in my pocket and slept there until we were all out on the more open road. Then, she clambored all around my shoulder, even perching on my head at one point. Very cute! If Agnes keeps rebuffing me, I may try things on with her.
Speaking of odd but weirdly compelling people, we found out that Thyme has a school uniform, not unlike the ones on the kids headed to Cavri.! The colors look great on him: green and black. We kept trying to encourage him to wear it, but I think he has some traumatic memories from his old school because he kept saying no. I thought he could totally pass as an exchange student and make some new friends that way, but, despite whatever happened at his school, he’s pretty confident about himself, so, I guess that didn’t appeal. I feel kind of bad because when we were all eating lunch at the Lodge, Thyme was the only one who would play along with my “and these are my retainers” thing I had to do in order to get seats at the nice table for the whole party, and I corrected him when he called me “Madam Trevorian.” But, that wasn’t serious! I don’t care if people call me “Lady” or not, in fact, I prefer NOT. But, you and I both know that titles matter among our set. Mother would never stand to be called Madam when she is a Lady and I accidentally channeled Mother, and, sure enough, I deeply regret it.
I’ll have to apologize to him once we’re on the road again.
For once, a day without fighting! I love days like this! Although I guess some dojo sensei paid Agnes to beat up--sorry, demonstrate her fighting skills--to some of his students. I’m a little sad that I was occupied with Vargan while that was happening because I bet she was a sight to behold. Hana, I think, was miffed at the teacher for abusing his students this way, but everyone keeps telling me that maybe the Inflict Wounds jellies might be good sellers at this college since it could be like that for everyone.
I guess we’ll see. In the meantime,
I remain
Your beloved sister,
Ave
Below is Ave's rambling synopsis of the session.
======
June 8
Red Maple Lodge
Ceyan Empire
Dearest Idyril and Sierra:
Anges is trying to convince me not to rob Simon blind. She says, “Taking advantage of people is wrong.”
There is no question that Anges is Very Hot, especially when she gives me that stern look, but her logic is faulty. She thinks we’re supposed to feel bad that Simon is a terrible businessman with an equally atrocious ability to judge character. Apparently, just because he gave us all massively expensive uncommon and/or rare items from his magical stores (my Bracers of Defense are very sparkly!) for free, it’s “poor judgment” on my part, not his, to continue to take advantage of him.
I could not disagree more.
In fact, I’m certain that if I could just get the manifest out of our new Bag of Holding (that Agnes insists on carrying because she doesn’t trust me all of a sudden,) I could do a decent job of forging a new one with an adjusted amount of bags of jellybeans, etc. At least Rakke started to understand the value of the SpellyJellys when we divided them up at a dive bar in Stevenrik called The Hidden Hatchet.
I still think that at the very least we should have subbed in some regular non-magical candy because putting a bunch of Acid Arrows in the hands of frat boys is an extremely poor business choice for Professor Simon’s Dad.
I’m beginning to think that Simon comes by his business acumen honestly, as they say.
By the by, on the road, I’ve been drinking and thinking, and now have several very good alternative SpellyJellys that would be a much bigger hit with the college kids. What do you and Sierra think of these options: Lesser Restoration (for hangovers,) Alarm (for party lookouts), Message (to ask your prof for a midnight deadline extension or, you know, just to call the bestie with hot campus gossip,) Guidance (for an exam buff,) Speak with Animals (as a more wholesome drunken prank,) Comprend Languages (to score with the hot new foreign exchange student), and/or Feign Death (to get out of finals)? I think these are clever and much less likely to be the cause of massive property damage and lawsuits.
Thyme rather pointedly demonstrated the uselessness of Guidance later, but, honestly, in my opinion it matters much more that people THINK the jellys will give them the advantages they want, rather than if they actually do.
People sell dud products all the time, after all.
Raymal suggested that probably a lot of these magical college kids already know these spells, but that’s also not the point. Dummo Professor Dad isn’t selling them spells they don’t probably already have either! The thing about the jellys is that anyone can use them and it saves some kind of “slot” energy that frankly sounds dirty to me, but all the magic-users in our party nodded like they understood why that might be valuable.
In an attempt to prove my point, as we took the Imperial Highway to Cavri, I polled as many students as I could identify. From the results of that, I do think that at least Lesser Restoration would, in fact, be a big hit.
It’s called “market research,” Simon and Simon’s Dad!!
Enough about that.
Oh, you’ll never guess who I ran into once we made it to the mid-way point, Red Maple Lodge? Amil? Alan? No, that’s right, his name didn’t start with an “A,” it was… Vargan, I think? I mean, I remembered his face! Vargan was that half-Elf spy I had the very brief fling with at Summer--maybe Winter Court? I think that was him, anyway? When I first saw him, Vargan acted all dodgy, like he didn’t want to be spotted, so I thought maybe Mother had sent out an assassin or someone to haul me back to the Monastery. But apparently he also left Court on Mother’s bad side (easy enough to do, after all,) and thought maybe I was sent to kill him?
We got reacquainted in a hayloft after Hana tracked him there, and he told me all about the politics of the Powers That Be in Cavri. Hopefully, that will prove useful, but at any rate, the time wasn’t wasted! Vargan was as fun as I remembered. Half-elves are just naturally comly and charming, don’t you think? I remember that you thought Captain Philip was hot.
There’s not a lot else to report. The Travorian signet ring got us fast service and a nice table setting at the Lodge, which is something Mother is good for, I guess. I ended up inviting a professor to sit with us so that we could learn a bit about the University, but I will admit I mostly polled her about the marketability of my SpellyJelly ideas, so I’m not really sure how much information we actually got out of her.
Honestly, most of the day was travel, but I had a great time talking to all the college students along the way. Rakke joked that I inflicted psychic damage on the wagons of students I polled, but he’s just jealous because I keep trying to steal away Agnes. He is clearly smitten with her, as well.
Oh! Did you know that Hana can turn into the cutest little mouse? She has this lovely auburn hair and so does the mouse! She gets very stressed out in big crowds, so I offered to let her hide in my pocket during the long queue we had to wait in to leave Stevenrik. To be fair to her, there were a lot of noisy people milling around impatiently. Mouse-Hana made a darling little nest out of the detritus and lint in my pocket and slept there until we were all out on the more open road. Then, she clambored all around my shoulder, even perching on my head at one point. Very cute! If Agnes keeps rebuffing me, I may try things on with her.
Speaking of odd but weirdly compelling people, we found out that Thyme has a school uniform, not unlike the ones on the kids headed to Cavri.! The colors look great on him: green and black. We kept trying to encourage him to wear it, but I think he has some traumatic memories from his old school because he kept saying no. I thought he could totally pass as an exchange student and make some new friends that way, but, despite whatever happened at his school, he’s pretty confident about himself, so, I guess that didn’t appeal. I feel kind of bad because when we were all eating lunch at the Lodge, Thyme was the only one who would play along with my “and these are my retainers” thing I had to do in order to get seats at the nice table for the whole party, and I corrected him when he called me “Madam Trevorian.” But, that wasn’t serious! I don’t care if people call me “Lady” or not, in fact, I prefer NOT. But, you and I both know that titles matter among our set. Mother would never stand to be called Madam when she is a Lady and I accidentally channeled Mother, and, sure enough, I deeply regret it.
I’ll have to apologize to him once we’re on the road again.
For once, a day without fighting! I love days like this! Although I guess some dojo sensei paid Agnes to beat up--sorry, demonstrate her fighting skills--to some of his students. I’m a little sad that I was occupied with Vargan while that was happening because I bet she was a sight to behold. Hana, I think, was miffed at the teacher for abusing his students this way, but everyone keeps telling me that maybe the Inflict Wounds jellies might be good sellers at this college since it could be like that for everyone.
I guess we’ll see. In the meantime,
I remain
Your beloved sister,
Ave