The Wobbly Goblet Playground Options

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley walked down the dusty trail, occasionally stopping to adjust the strap to his sword or take a sip of water from the canteen strapped to his side. He let out an exhausted sigh

I hope I'm not much farther...

He listened to the rhythmic jingling of the coins in his satchel as he traveled down the trail. Dust was visible on his face from the past few days he had spent in the wilderness and exploring caves. A light sheen of sweat glistened off his forehead in the heat of the sun. He reached up and wiped the moisture from his forehead with the back of his hand. He coughed briefly and nodded at a passing by Legionnaire on horseback before continuing his path down the trail.

After a little while the tall imperial stopped and scanned his surroundings. He sighed in relief when he saw an inn up ahead

Thank the gods, a place to rest!

He broke out into an excited jog at the thought of a warm bed and a delicious meal. Perhaps even a refreshing shower. He needed some time to kick back and relax. Adventuring could take a lot out of a man, and though Westley thoroughly enjoyed it, he found himself ready to collapse into the ground at the end of every day. He slowed to down as he approached the entrance to the inn, and stopped to read the sign out front

"The Wobbly Goblet Inn..." He mumbled quietly to himself. His stomach growled and he sniffed the air. He instantly perked up

Food!

He excitedly opened the door and sat down at a table.

[Colonel Mustard]

"It wasn't a problem," Salyan said as Aravi sat. She noted that the diminuitive Khajiit's feet didn't even touch the floor from the stool. "So, what did you want to ask me about? The magic I used in the performance, right?"

[King Coin]

Aravi nodded. “I’ve seen nothing like it before. How did you cast the spells? Were they illusions, existing only within our minds, or did you somehow conjure the images?”

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla turned her head to see who had thrown the door open with such force. Her lips parted in an "O' of surprise, her brow furrowed.

Is that...

"Wes?!" She pulled her arm from around Ylenno and leaned forward, springing up lightly on her feet. "Westley!" She embraced him with less fervor than she had Ylenno, but still held him tight and close. Even though she was bent over, he still embraced her back, a bewildered look on his face. She let go and stood up, her hands over her mouth in excitement.

"I'm so glad to see you! Where have you been?!" She suddenly scolded. She cast a look at Ylenno, still grinning.

It's Westley! She mouthed to him. She was excited enough to bounce but held it in.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley grinned at Kayla

"Long time no see! I've been hanging around the city and exploring caves most of the time.I helped a friend with a bit of a vampire problem as well." He stood up "It's great to see you again!!" He playfully punched her shoulder and grinned again "What've you been up to?! You haven't come to visit me in the city!" He looked over at Ylenno

"And you. Get over here!" He laughed

[Uleni Athram]

OOC: THE TRUE TRINITY HAS ARRIVED.

Ylenno leaned against the shoulders of Kayla as she sat by him, and muttered thanks to the freebies offered. His body was going through that process again, reminding him of the damage he took earlier. He grimaced as he soldiered through the pain.

Just as he was about to drink the wine she bought, Kayla suddenly sprang up and Ylenno, still leaning against her shoulder, fell flat on his side.

"Ow," he said.

When he composed himself, he found that...

"ITS BROODING BOY-TOY! WESTLEY HIMSELF!"

There was a grin plastered on his face as he rushed off to the two of them. He gave Westley a friendly noogie.

"Westleyyyyyyyyyyy."

[Colonel Mustard]

"I conjured the images," Salyan explained. She gestured to the crowd around her. "I'm good at what I do, but there are far too many people here for me to affect all of their minds with hallucinations all at the same time."

She tapped her lyre case.

"It's a type of magic I practise called Audiomancy," she said. "It a way of casting spells that uses sound to help the channelling of magicka, and most of the time that sound takes the form of music. In this case, I used the sound from when I was singing the Song of the Jerrall Mountains to help me conjure the images as I played. It's a very useful skill for making performances memorable and exciting, let me tell you."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla grinned at the two men playing around. She made a sound as Westley tried to pick up Ylenno.

"Ah-ah-ah! He's hurt! Be gentle. Speaking of," She patted Ylenno's shoulder gently. "Let me go get that potion. Westley's rough enough when you're NOT injured." She gave Westley a smile and shot Ylenno a look before sprinting up the stairs, leaving the two to converse.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley gave Ylenno a playful grin

"Long time no see, buddy. What've you been up to lately?" He sat down and leaned back in his chair "Have a seat, friend." He smiled. He sniffed the air and licked his lips at the aroma of food being cooked. He looked around the tavern before returning his gaze to Ylenno

This place is packed

He thought to himself. He gave Ylenno another friendly smile

[Uleni Athram]

Ylenno sat in front of Westley, apprasing the Imperial with approving eyes.

"So here we are," the bosmer said, voice thick with nostalgia. "In a tavern. Remember that time you threw cutlery at us? Best way to meet ever!"

He then sat languidly, happy to see yet another familiar face. Who's next, he wondered. Lycus? Buffy? Tarrick? Festival such as these were always the nets that catched all sorts of fishes.

"So how are you? Been a while, old friend!"

[King Of Beasts]

Westley


Westley laughed "I've been doing alright. Being an adventurer can take a lot outta a person though, but I enjoy what I do." He yawned "I'm exhausted though. You won't believe what I went through on my way here. Minotaurs, wolves, mountain lions. You'd think the trail is safe, but apparently not." He gave Ylenno another friendly smile "But like I said. I enjoy the thrill of a fight. I've even thought about possibly joining the arena. I'm good with a blade, and my fist, and if all else fails, I can just dangle my opponent in the air by their leg." He laughed and sat up "Anything interesting go on around here. It's only a matter of time before I grow restless." He chuckled

[King Coin]

Aravi listened as Salyan described her unique magic. She was briefly distracted by Kayla and her friends. Someone new? she wondered. She returned her attention to Salyan before she missed anything.

“I certainly won’t be forgetting your performance any time soon! I almost feel bad for those Altmer, trying to follow up after you!”

She paused to order some mead when the bartender passed. Her drink was delivered quickly. She had some more questions about this fascinating form of magic.

“I’m not very skilled with magic, but I don’t think I’ve even heard of audiomancy before.” It certainly wasn’t something she saw at her brief stay in Winterhold. “I’m surprised you haven’t been to Skyrim, because the images you conjured were so beautiful. I felt like I was looking through a window. Anyways, can you cast any sort of spell with audiomancy?”

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[Colonel Mustard]

"You're too kind, Aravi," Salyan said, smiling at the khajiit's compliment. "Though I've always hoped that I might visit Skyrim one day; it's a beautiful country, from what I've heard of it, and they have some amazing songs. As for audiomancy, you can cast most schools of spells audiomantically and they'll be largely unchanged, if more effective; soothing tones are used for healing spells, and you can use songs and magicka energy to conjure daedra or spirits, and audiomantic techniques work well with mysticism and alteration spells.

"The biggest difference between normal spellcasting and audiomancy techniques is with destruction, spells," she said. "Calling elemental energies and directing them as precise bolts or streams just doesn't work well; sound doesn't work in that manner, after all, so usually a destruction spell cast with audiomancy manifests itself as a wave. Less powerful, but more effective against a group."

She stopped herself as she realised she sounded like one of her professors from the College of Audiomancy.

"Sorry," she said. "You probably didn't want a lecture, did you?"

[minque]

Serene

She listened to the conversation between the Khajiit and the bard, and found it very interesting, since she, herself was skilled in magic

But what she did was amazing, I can learn a lot from her

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I'm so impressed of those spells you cast" she addressed the young Bard

"I'm somewhat familiar with spellcasting myself, but this I never seen before. could you teach me to do this please"

[Darkness Eternal]

Darnand wanted no part in her plan, and refused as soon as the words escaped her lips. Abiene, on the other hand, full-heartedly agreed to it. She voted to remain behind, and Darnand left Irvana’s timing in her hands. It would make sense for them to remain behind for just a tad longer.

“Be safe, my friend.” She said to Abiene.

Irvana nodded to him, and left the room.

It was possible the mind-reading would not attempt such an act again anytime soon with the damaging effects it had on Abiene. The question is if he or she would try so again to get a read on her or Darnand’s mind because it was unreadable?

Only time will tell.

[Grits]

Abiene waited a few minutes in her room alone. Darnand’s response did not surprise her. While his overconfidence in himself sometimes led to mishaps, he exerted too much caution when it came to her safety.

She had to admit that this was a poor time to stomp a foot and insist that she was capable. Perhaps there would someday be an opportunity when she had not recently keeled over, thrown up, or otherwise acted in a manner that would support Darnand’s argument.

When the moment seemed right she made her way to Vera and Lycus’ chamber. Abiene held a secret that would put their lives in danger if it was exposed. The presence of a mind-reader put Abiene at risk at their hands. There was no telling how Vera might react to the news. Some might decide to eliminate the risk by killing Abiene before leaving the premises. She trusted in what they had told her when she had last stood in this chamber, barefoot and shaking in the middle of the night. Still, werewolves were not known for moderation and self-restraint.

That’s just what folk say about them, Abiene chided herself. In the aftermath of a frenzied slaughter. If Vera was completely reckless she would have been killed by now.

Thinking about what she had seen of victims’ remains was not helping. Instead she remembered what Lycus had said. “You have my word that you will not be harmed.” In her own way Vera had seconded his promise. The next moments would tell.

Knock already. She can probably smell you standing out here.

Abiene tapped on the door.

[Darkness Eternal]

Vera was inspecting the different points on the arrowheads when once more something interrupted her.

Again. A knock on the door, but much more gentle this time.

Vera grabbed her knife, concealed it, and headed over quietly over to the door. It could’ve been Aravi again, here to share forgotten details of the trip. A pessimistic part of Vera whispered that she might have reconsidered her agreement and came back to alter the deal and cancel it.

As Vera came closer to the door, she knew it wasn’t Aravi. It was that same smell as before. A distinct scent she registered on that Breton woman from a few nights ago.

The huntress reached out for the door, but held her hand there. Curiosity swept through her mind in countless what-ifs. Why was she here? Was there an issue?

Abiene had precious information hidden away in her head. She had discovered secrets of Vera and Lycus, things that no man should ever find out about. Precautions had to be made and yet Lycus was unwilling to silence the possible squeaker out of some sense of honor.

She had to admit that if it wasn’t for her, Lycus’ body would’ve been cold by now. She couldn’t fault the woman for trying to save his life and unwillingly uncovering the dark secret he kept. It wasn’t the first scenario. Many people had been in their presence in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

In Skyrim one child happened to see Lycus, in his prime, wrestling against a sabre cat with his bare hands in the forests of Falkreath. The boy reported the sight to his elders, who instead of laughing it off as a boy’s foolish imagination, began to suspect that the young hermit of the region was a werewolf. Similar reportings of a young bedraggled recluse living in a cabin in the woods who held off a falling log that would crush any normal man, and heal wounds and tissues that no ordinary healer could fare to do. Sometimes the very act of saving his own life doomed him to the hunt, and just was the same with the woman for saving his life and coming across his secret.

The question remained was if he and her were exposed.

Vera wouldn’t stand there with further questions rampaging through her head. She twisted the knob, and pulled the door back.

At the door was the Breton healer.

Vera narrowed her eyes just a bit in suspicion, and opened the door wide to allow the woman in.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla reached the top the the stairs in time to see Abiene walk into a room. When she passed, she saw the familiar face of Vera, her blonde hair and fit body cleaner than when they had last seen each other.

How long ago was that? I thought the pair had left.

She'd really only told Ylenno about them to be gossipy. She knew he'd get a kick out of the giant Imperial man being tied down. She held no warm feelings for either. Least of all, Vera.

"Hello, Abiene." she said to the shorter Breton woman as she passed, and nodded at Vera, her expression neutral. She continued to walk to her room, a bit further down the hall. She opened it, and saw that Laegon hadn't bothered to make up the bed.

Neither do I. No point in getting upset.

She leaned momentarily on her door frame, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. It passed, and she took a calming breath and set her bag on her bed and began rummaging through the contents. Red splashed onto her hand, smaller droplets playing out on her golden skin as the impact. Another fell, then another. The dizzy feeling returned, and Kayla's eyes drooped. She sat on the bed and held a spare rag under it as she waited for it to pass.

[Grits]

Abiene murmured a reply to Kayla as she passed in the corridor. Then she walked to the middle of the room and turned to face Vera. She waited until the door was closed before she spoke.

Years of breaking bad news to relatives had taught her when to speak plainly and when to ease up to a subject. She knew Vera would prefer a direct approach.

Abiene kept her voice too soft to carry beyond the lycanthrope’s acute hearing. “Less than a quarter hour ago someone in the tavern attempted to read my mind as well as those of at least a few others,” she said. “I was not thinking of your situation when it started, and my thoughts throughout the event were only along the lines of ‘oh gods it hurts.’ But even though I doubt you were exposed through me, I wanted to warn you of the presence of a telepath. And… also I wanted to tell you what had happened to me in case you heard about it later. I left the tavern in some distress, and others noticed.”

She twisted her fingers together, watching Vera’s response.

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[King Coin]

Aravi twisted to look over her shoulder. An Imperial woman was there. Sethyas’ wife, she remembered. What was her name? I’m sure someone said it before. She was drawing a blank.

“Hello,” Aravi greeted the woman. She was also interested in Salyan’s magic and had addressed her. Aravi decided to wait another time to introduce herself rather than interrupt the flow now. She scooted her stool over as much as she could to make a little room for the other woman.