Title: Lapitia and Thialle: Marital Bliss? (Part I)
Date: 2008-11-05 04:12:23
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Very soon after his marriage to Lady Lapitia Fale, Lord Thialle Fale (formerly Borsail) was arrested and thrown in the Highlord`s Dungeons. As the scene begins, Lady Lapitia, believing him to be still locked up in the dungeons, is in his room going through his things.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Lapitia."
The plump, prismatic-haired woman darts from the room.
You contact the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man with the Way.
You think:
"Like he knew...like he knew I was there."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"Thialle."
You feel your heart pounding in your chest.
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Do something unpredictable for me."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"Very well."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I haven`t got any specific suggestions, I merely imply.. say something unexpected."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"I wanted to say how distressed I am that my beloved husband, our marriage as yet unconsummated, lies languishing in that filthy dungeon."
A titter spills out of the plump, prismatic-haired woman`s twisted lips.
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Now that is rather unexpected. Indeed, given our last conversation. And the one before that and the one before and on and on."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"What was it that you did in the wine cellar, Thialle? I really must know."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Did in the wine cellar? I`ve not stepped foot in the wine cellar since the first day I arrived in your Household."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Where are my rings, Lapitia? In predictable, unsurprising fashion they were taken from me during incarceration - and in no small hurry either."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"And by `no small hurry` I do mean conveniently quickly. Who`s profitting from this outrage?"
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"You really do disappoint me. A simple, unembroidered denial is singularly unentertaining. If you were going to lie you might have at least invented some fanciful story."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"You... your rings? The family ring for example?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"You`ve suddenly become predictable again. Let me make something very clear.."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I swear upon the noble blood in my veins, upon my very loins even, that I did nothing in the cellar."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"As to my rings. Oh, let`s see. The family ring, the other silver band I owned. Why, even my Scorpion academy ring. What vile band of imps took even that, pray tell?"
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"So much for your ... what was it you called it? Your telepathic oath? There are witnesses that say otherwise as to your actions in the cellar."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"You went to the Tor academy?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Just like there are witnesses that I was dead?"
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"Thialle, I am among those who witnessed your dead corpse lying on the upstairs landing."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"It should be appallingly evident by now that some .. thing .. has caused a vile raucous in your Household. A thing posing as me, evidently."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Have you ever heard of the Borsail quarantine practices? Rest assured, if there were magick in me, I`d have been cleansed from my family long, long ago."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"Well, you have no doubt employed some without such quarantine."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"And you, my Lady, are no doubt making rash assumptions."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"I am going into the cellar now. Most dreadfully curious."
[Lapitia has by this time moved to the entry to the wine cellar.]
Kitchen [SWD]
Large but simple, this kitchen appears to have been designed to allow
large quantities of food to be easily prepared. Large brick ovens for
preparing cooked meals are set into the north wall while counters, shelves
and cabinets are set into all of the other walls. The room smells strongly
of smoke.
A small wooden door is set in the south wall, and another in the west
wall, both between counters and shelves.
A wide-mouthed cistern, carved of stone, rests here.
The short, plump purple-braided woman is here, overseeing a pack of Kadian cooks.
A wooden trapdoor has been mounted in one corner.
The trapdoor is closed.
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Why don`t you go to the first floor instead?"
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"*ripples of amusement* I am on the first floor right now. Naturally, one must pass along the first floor in order to get to the cellar."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Unless you`ll run round and cavort wildly like a barakhan with its head lopped off at the sight of me."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Not the ground floor, the first floor. Upstairs."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"You... you are .. there?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Have you not heard? I was just escorted by a retinue of servants and a Whatsit. Now I reside in a new prison. House Fale."
You feel a wave of panic.
You think:
"WHAT!?!"
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"That... that is ridiculous! Ridiculous! What do you hope to accomplish with such ... such vain attempts at trickery? I was just there!"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Lapitia, stop being frantic. I was in the bathroom only moments ago. Fine, meet me there then."
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"No!"
Feeling hysteria choking your throat, you think:
"What am ... what am I going to do?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Seriously. This is becoming really rather boring, Lapitia."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I haven`t even got access to wine! How utterly un-noble."
Sinking onto the bottom step, you sit down.
The plump, prismatic-haired woman`s hands clench and unclench fitfully.
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"~frazzled by impatience~ Fine, whatever."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You think:
"He is attempting to torment me. It cannot be true."
You dissolve the psychic link.
You are unable to reach their mind.
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"Someone... someone must know. Damn it!"
You exclaim, in sirihish:
"Damn him!"
You contact the sturdy, midnight-haired woman with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the sturdy, midnight-haired woman:
"Markie... there you are. Where ... where are you?"
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The sturdy, midnight-haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"Currently in the Traders, my lady. I was... hoping to catch Lord Fale."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Are you going to meet me or not? You do know you can ask any sycophant of the House if I was brought in."
You send a telepathic message to the sturdy, midnight-haired woman:
"Have you... have you seen any parties, any groups of people moving toward the estate?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"There is no food on this side of the mansion and the servants aren`t particularly eager to bring me any, besides."
You dissolve the psychic link.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man with the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"Where? Where are you?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"The ground floor, I told you! I went to the bathing chambers."
The sturdy, midnight-haired woman sends you a telepathic message:
"No, my lady, it`s storming pretty bad."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Do be a kind wife and bring some food, some wine. I`m on the verge of wilting, literaly, to death."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"There now. I have caught you in ... in your foolish prevarications. What have you been doing all this time in the bathing chambers?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Waiting for you, like I said."
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"What was said when you were released?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Not a word. Doubtless they intend to execute me still but have granted me the imprisonment due to one of my station."
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"Must we converse telepathically, Lapitia?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the chiseled, mercurial-tressed man:
"No. I shall come then. Perhaps you would care for a few of the treats still left over from the party?"
The chiseled, mercurial-tressed man sends you a telepathic message:
"I`m in no mood to beg for specifics. A meal will suffice."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
Colour slowly seeps back into the plump, prismatic-haired woman`s face.