Yagathai
10-11-2005, 04:11 PM
Ran The Gift again for a group of local gamers.
Starting off, the Elf Prince decided not to wear the mail to the presentation. Thinking fast on his feet, the Loremaster sang a song of merriment -- which, unfortunately, triggered a Greed check that all the Dwarves failed, but sidetracked them for a moment on the question of why an appropriate gift wasn't presented.
The Dwarves commanded that the Loremaster sing for them all evening long, which he did, explaining that the gift of song was only the first part of the coronation gift, which would include a large parcel of strategically important land. He then proceeded to bestow the Song of Friendship upon them (after consultation with his fellow point-ears) to further butter the Dwarves up. Immediately afterwards, the Elf Prince pleaded fatigue and the Dwarves decided that the Elves could have a few hours to "freshen up" before the big feast.
The Seneschal insisted on leading the Elves to their chambers personally, at which point he caught sight of the Mithril, and completely blew his Greed test. Not even one success on the Steel roll. He immediately commanded all of the nearby guards and servants to "guard the elves and their possessions well, and closely. Very closely". Immediately the Seneschal conspired with the Warden to manufacture an "incident" and steal the armor, but didn't include the Prince in this conspiracy at his request so that he could maintain "plausible deniability".
During the feast, there was a contest of veiled insults between the Drunken Uncle and the Seneschal, which culminated in some pretty provocative dirty tricks from the uncle -- which the Seneschal had the good graces to ignore instead of making an issue of them. The Dwarves were eager to discuss the details of the location and value of the piece of land, but since the elves were completely unprepared to give details about this complete improvisation, they wanted to postpone the talk for a week, to give them time to send a message back to the Prince's father. The trick was going to be that the parcel of land was going to be a dowry for the Prince's sister, who would be wed to the Dwarf Prince.
A duel of wits ensued between Loremaster and Seneschal, to see whether or not the issue would be discussed now or a week from now. The Princes decided to remain above the debate, as did the Ranger, but the Uncle, the Warden and the Sword-Singer all got into it together. The Dwarves won, but just barely, so it was decided that the issue would be discussed in three day's time, after a few days of feasting and festival.
The next scene was an arts and crafts exhibition, where the Dwarves made a point of showing off their martial crafts, in a hope that the Elves would show theirs off. A small martial-prowess dick-measuring contest between the Warden and the Sword-Singer ensued, in which the Warden discovered that she was clearly outmatched.
Nothing much was happening, and no progress was being made, so I decided to interject what you hippy-dippy gamers from the Forge might call a "bang", but what I would just call an event -- several of the Dwarves guarding the armor in the Elves' chambers failed a Greed test, and slaughtered each other over who would possess it. The Warden was called away to deal with the situation, the Seneschal followed, and the Ranger decided that he was going to use the Cloak and spy on where they went.
As soon as the Warden saw the armor, covered in gore and surrounded by slaughtered Dwarves as it was, she failer her Greed check and dove for it. Gathering it up in her arms, she decided that she was going to take it down to the armory for "safe keeping". The Seneschal immediately engaged her in a Duel of Wits, in an attempt to convince her that she should bring it to the Prince's Chambers, where the Prince's private bodyguard would better guard it than the Warden's own men. The Warden lost, but just barely -- she managed to reduce the Seneschal's Body of Argument to 1, so the compromise ended up being that the Armor would go to the Prince's Chambers, but the Warden and her men would be responsible for guarding it.
(continued in another post)
Starting off, the Elf Prince decided not to wear the mail to the presentation. Thinking fast on his feet, the Loremaster sang a song of merriment -- which, unfortunately, triggered a Greed check that all the Dwarves failed, but sidetracked them for a moment on the question of why an appropriate gift wasn't presented.
The Dwarves commanded that the Loremaster sing for them all evening long, which he did, explaining that the gift of song was only the first part of the coronation gift, which would include a large parcel of strategically important land. He then proceeded to bestow the Song of Friendship upon them (after consultation with his fellow point-ears) to further butter the Dwarves up. Immediately afterwards, the Elf Prince pleaded fatigue and the Dwarves decided that the Elves could have a few hours to "freshen up" before the big feast.
The Seneschal insisted on leading the Elves to their chambers personally, at which point he caught sight of the Mithril, and completely blew his Greed test. Not even one success on the Steel roll. He immediately commanded all of the nearby guards and servants to "guard the elves and their possessions well, and closely. Very closely". Immediately the Seneschal conspired with the Warden to manufacture an "incident" and steal the armor, but didn't include the Prince in this conspiracy at his request so that he could maintain "plausible deniability".
During the feast, there was a contest of veiled insults between the Drunken Uncle and the Seneschal, which culminated in some pretty provocative dirty tricks from the uncle -- which the Seneschal had the good graces to ignore instead of making an issue of them. The Dwarves were eager to discuss the details of the location and value of the piece of land, but since the elves were completely unprepared to give details about this complete improvisation, they wanted to postpone the talk for a week, to give them time to send a message back to the Prince's father. The trick was going to be that the parcel of land was going to be a dowry for the Prince's sister, who would be wed to the Dwarf Prince.
A duel of wits ensued between Loremaster and Seneschal, to see whether or not the issue would be discussed now or a week from now. The Princes decided to remain above the debate, as did the Ranger, but the Uncle, the Warden and the Sword-Singer all got into it together. The Dwarves won, but just barely, so it was decided that the issue would be discussed in three day's time, after a few days of feasting and festival.
The next scene was an arts and crafts exhibition, where the Dwarves made a point of showing off their martial crafts, in a hope that the Elves would show theirs off. A small martial-prowess dick-measuring contest between the Warden and the Sword-Singer ensued, in which the Warden discovered that she was clearly outmatched.
Nothing much was happening, and no progress was being made, so I decided to interject what you hippy-dippy gamers from the Forge might call a "bang", but what I would just call an event -- several of the Dwarves guarding the armor in the Elves' chambers failed a Greed test, and slaughtered each other over who would possess it. The Warden was called away to deal with the situation, the Seneschal followed, and the Ranger decided that he was going to use the Cloak and spy on where they went.
As soon as the Warden saw the armor, covered in gore and surrounded by slaughtered Dwarves as it was, she failer her Greed check and dove for it. Gathering it up in her arms, she decided that she was going to take it down to the armory for "safe keeping". The Seneschal immediately engaged her in a Duel of Wits, in an attempt to convince her that she should bring it to the Prince's Chambers, where the Prince's private bodyguard would better guard it than the Warden's own men. The Warden lost, but just barely -- she managed to reduce the Seneschal's Body of Argument to 1, so the compromise ended up being that the Armor would go to the Prince's Chambers, but the Warden and her men would be responsible for guarding it.
(continued in another post)