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Post by Storyteller on Feb 24, 2021 8:26:36 GMT
Ingvald nods. "Yes, I want to see you hired!"
Marcellus tousles the youth's hair. "Is that right?"
(Perc+Empathy)
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Post by Diocles on Feb 24, 2021 8:27:11 GMT
[6,3,1 fail]
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 24, 2021 8:29:58 GMT
You have no idea if Ingvald's desire to hire you will benefit the Cygnet Committee or not.
When you reach Anak-Sa'ir, Marcellus Tamsin stops still. "Galadrin's holy balls!" he cries. "You two are the loveliest ones I've ever seen--barring my little Ingvald here--and you both work together! That itself would be almost worth your hire."
Ingvald is quite stunningly beautiful, but not prettier than you or Anak-Sa'ir.
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Post by Diocles on Feb 24, 2021 8:32:56 GMT
I bow and gesture theatrically. "Anak-Sa'ir, I would like to introduce to you Marcellus Tamsin and his quadmate, Ingvald. They run the Bosan."
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 24, 2021 8:39:08 GMT
"Greetings," says Marcellus Tamsin, with a nod. "Caoimhghin has said that you two and your Cygnet Committee were the ones who made such an impression at the Senator's cena, and that he happens to have a script for your committee to perform over the next week?"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Feb 24, 2021 12:59:23 GMT
For the record, Danal is keeping an eye on everyone and will want to gather the group to debrief after the conversations are over.
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Post by Nobody on Feb 24, 2021 14:07:14 GMT
I bow with formal panache. "A pleasure to meet you both. We did indeed perform at the cena, and and we do indeed have another script."
I look meaningfully at Caoimhghin.
"And it is sure to be the talk of the city for some time to come, wherever it is played."
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Post by Diocles on Feb 24, 2021 14:08:47 GMT
I wink at Marcellus. "And I hope that talk comes out of the Bosan!"
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 24, 2021 14:24:06 GMT
Marcellus smiles, while Ingvald looks from Caoimhghin to Anak-Sa'ir and back again, his eyes wide.
"How many acts, what subject matter, and how many nights are you looking for?" asks Marcellus Tamsin. "After all, I assume you've already received the censors' approval, so I needn't inquire too closely, need I?"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Feb 24, 2021 14:24:20 GMT
(Would my appearance/approval of Coaimhghin and Anak help sell them to the owners of the Bosan? or might it hinder?)
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 24, 2021 14:28:09 GMT
(Roll Cha+Etiquette or Cha+Commerce, your choice)
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Feb 24, 2021 14:46:06 GMT
Cha + Etiquette 9, 8, 7, 5, 4
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 24, 2021 23:42:39 GMT
You realize that the best you could do for them would be to greet them in passing. You would do better not to stop and interrupt their conversation, but to let the owner see that they are acquaintances of the nobility already.
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Feb 25, 2021 0:12:30 GMT
Then I walk by and greet them enthusiastically "Well met Caoimhghin, Anak Sa'ir! So good to see you. Let's talk again soon about more performances across the river." I nod and move on.
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Post by Diocles on Feb 25, 2021 0:20:23 GMT
I bow to him. "Thank you, as always, noble lord, for your continued patronage!" And when Danal is passed, I turn to the Marcellus. "The play is called Visions of Tarisceana. Kaldeth was once a warrior-harpist from a proud, free race, content to live in the land of his forefathers, to run with the wind in his hair, but his brother, Parn, the chieftain, wanted to attack a neighboring kingdom, claiming that their enemies violated their sacred Mountain. Kaldeth, who was as much a harpist as he was a wielder of the axe, disagreed, saying the two races could live on either side of the mountain and not come to open war. But Parn was hungry for war, and Kaldeth was overruled. So the clan attacked their enemy's city, and the proud warriors were repulsed. Kaldeth knew the only way Parn and the clansmen could escape was if he covered their retreat. He did and was captured. The enemy soldiers raped Kaldeth and then burned his eyes out, making sure the last thing the harpist saw was the faces of his abusers. Then they let him go. Kaldeth found his way home, to find his betrothed, the young Esled, but Esled rejected Kaldeth because of his blindness. Then despair seized the harpist and he meant to kill himself, but his betrothed, before departing, took his knife from him. And so Kaldeth wept, and in that darkest hour, a light broke in upon him. A vision of a wild, flame-haired Elunian tarisceana appeared before him and told him that though ‘your people reject a man who can no longer wield a blade, I never reject one who plays the harp.' And so Kaldeth took up his harp and played music more beautiful than any heard in living memory."
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