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Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Jerusha on March 21, 2018, 06:55:33 pm »
Darcy Cameron ran forward and saw the horse and rider bursting forth from the stable.  The man’s hand was raised, and Darcy barely had time to see the moonlight flash off the dagger’s blade.

Roll to see if Rayne’s dagger injures Darcy
19:28   derynibot   4, 1 == 5
19:29   Jerusha   !roll 2d6
The uneven pace of the horse racing forward caused the dagger to go wide.  Darcy heard it singing past his shoulder.  Horse and rider were charging ahead; Darcy had no choice but to dive to the left.

Can Darcy avoid the charging horse?
19:29   Jerusha   !roll 2d6
19:29   derynibot   4, 2 == 6

The horse’s flank caught Darcy on his shoulder, but it was his left shoulder, and Darcy focused and swung his sword across the horse’s flank, aiming for the saddle girth, as he fell to the ground.

Darcy, precise attacker, focused attack; success on 3, 4. 5, 6
19:31   Jerusha   !roll 2d6
19:31   derynibot   1, 4 == 5

His sword struck true.  The saddle girth split, and rider and saddle spilled to the ground.  But the horse was between Darcy and the man.  Darcy rolled and gained his feet quickly, but the man was already up and running.  Darcy sprinted after him, and saw to his alarm that the man was heading straight toward Colmucil and Aliset.  Sweet Jesu, let him get the man before he could reach Aliset!

Father Columcil moved Aliset behind him and raised the raised the dagger in defense. 

The noise in the courtyard had roused the guests within.  Lord Jaxom emerged, looking confused at the scene before him.

“Lord Jaxom,” Darcy yelled.  “Stop the man! Take him down!”
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Laurna on March 21, 2018, 03:55:15 pm »
Master Rayne was furious with himself. Where was that dagnabbit trinket Lord Oswald had given him? The lady was nearly within his grasp. He was certain to capture her tonight. The lady had remained in that poor disguise of her brother, whom Rayne knew full well was long dead these past weeks. She would find a way to sleep in a seperate room from the rest. Lord Buckley’s steward had already assured Rayne that he would give Lord Alister the corner room, the one with the passage into the secret stairs. Together the steward and he would slaughter that man-of-arms of hers and Rayne would be off with his conquest with none being the wiser until morning. Trouble was, without the drug, he would have a harder time with her. Well, he had handled feisty women before. He knew their weak points and he would use everything he knew to accomplish his task.

But then that man-at-arms walked right past him. Rayne cursed himself for being so careless as to think Lord Buckley would let one of his guests out of his sight from the main hall. Buckley was not a too brilliant fellow, even if he was a Mearan loyalist. When the man-at-arms left, he had encountered someone else outside, and then the two of them had walked away. Rayne was certain he had been compromised. He repacked his belongings in his bags fast, then he reached up to the saddle for his crossbow and loaded an arrow into it. He hung the loaded crossbow back on the off-side of his horse.  He tightened his horse's saddle girth back up and readied the horse to make a speedy get away, if need be. The gatekeeper already knew to open the gates for him when he was ready to leave. So that wasn’t a bar to his escaping. The man would be watching out for him. Grabbing two more throwing daggers, Rayne placed one in his belt and was bending down to put one in his boot, when that lord-ling knight entered the barn.

The man must have nine lives, like a devil cat, Rayne thought. He knew Master Feyd wanted the knight alive. Why? He was too much trouble alive, better dead and out of the way, so he could get to his lord’s future lady. Rayne considered his options as he hid behind his horse and watched the knight walk further down to the horses stabled there. The knight was so foolish as to turn his back on him. Foolish indeed.

Rayne brought the cross bow up and balanced it over the saddle. That wide back was an easy target. His finger pulled the trigger. Then he was moving. Horses were nayying, but he didn’t look to see if he had hit his mark. He mounted up quickly and spurred his horse for the barn entrance. A throwing dagger was readily in his hand when that damned man-at-arms ran up and tried to block his path.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by Evie on March 21, 2018, 01:16:02 pm »
Glad Columcil had the sense to pack his mint leaves.

But did he pack his basil and oregano?  He sounds pretty Italian to me!   ;D

"But I am nat’a sure I can’a walk that far myself."
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Jerusha on March 21, 2018, 12:09:21 pm »
“I don’t know that Sir Washburn walking into a possible trap by himself was such a good idea,” Darcy Cameron muttered as he stood beside the much-recovered priest.  He looked at Aliset and asked, “Did you bring your dagger?”

Aliset nodded.  “I picked it up as we left.”

“But you don’t have your staff, Father.”  Darcy unsheathed his dagger and passed it to Columcil, who took it with some reluctance.  “Just in case, Father Columcil.  I hope you don’t need to use it.”

“So do I,” Columcil replied, “but I will if I must.”

Darcy stood at the ready, uncertain whether he should stay with his companions or go after Sir Washburn.  After all, Washburn had said “Let me go first,” not “Wait here.”

The sound of a startled horse made up his mind.  “Keep her safe, Father,” Darcy said as he drew his sword and darted toward the barn.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by revanne on March 21, 2018, 10:33:46 am »
Glad Columcil had the sense to pack his mint leaves.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Laurna on March 21, 2018, 05:14:49 am »
The figure of a priest was standing in the shadows of the stable wall. He held one hand to his belly as if it hurt and one hand to the wall as if to hold himself from falling. A stable boy was standing next to him looking concerned, but uncertain if he could even touch the priest and lend a helping hand. For the priest did look ill.  When Washburn saw him, he almost believed Columcil’s act. Forced to playing the part before the stable boy, Washburn paced over to Columcil’s side and put his hand under the good priest’s elbow. “You don’t look well, Father.”

Columcil gave a belch that could turn the stomach of anyone in hearing range. The boy turned pale, not knowing  how to help the master’s guests. Washburn sympathized. “Lad, go on, go back to taking care of the horses, I can see to the good Father.”

The boy appeared to not have heard, “I can get you water to drink,” he offered trying to be helpful.

“Nay, laddy,” Columcil said while scrunching his shoulders high and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Wha’ I nee’ is sa’ peppermint leaves for boilin’ w’t a wine in my wine skin. Both wil’ a be found in me’ saddle bags. But I am nat’a sure I can’a walk that far myself.”

“I will get them for you.” The knight turned to the boy, handing over a half cent. “Thank you, lad, we got it from here.”  The boy didn’t question; once the coin was in his hand, he ran off. Washburn turned to Darcy and Aliset. “Stay here with Columcil. I will retrieve that which Darcy saw inside.” Washburn’s hand brushed Darcy’s wrist. “Can you show me what he looks like,” he asked very calmly, not wanting to frighten the seaman’s fledgling use of powers.

((02:23 Wash Shallow rapport between darcy and wash 1d6 4,5,6 success.
02:23 Wash-darcy!roll 1d6
02:23derynibot1 == 1))

Unfortunately Darcy had not been prepared to drop his shields in order to share the information so readily. Apologetically Darcy instead whispered, “Same man we saw yesterday riding hard. He’s wearing brown leathers, has black hair and mustache, a heavy belt over his jerkin with several daggers and a long cleaving knife.”

Wash nodded, “Our trapper then.” Wash scowled. “He is human and very dangerous. Lets not all walk into his traps, let me go first.” The knight stepped toward the stable entrance.

((02:28 Wash, Wash sees Rayne when he walks in the stable 2d6 5,6 yes.
02:29 Wash-darcy!roll 2d6
02:29 derynibot 6, 5 == 11))

Half way down the stable yard, Wash was certain he saw the man Darcy had seen. The man was bent down tucking a dagger in his boot. When Washburn started walking his way, the trapper made the pretense of tying his saddle bag on his horse’s far side. Hiding himself behind his mount while keeping an eye on the entering knight.  Washburn paid the trapper no mind as he walked passed him down the aisle, looking for his and Columcil’s mounts. When he reach Spean, he pretended to look into the Priest’s belongings bag. All the while trying to make contact with the Trapper’s mind.

((02:56 Wash Opening his senses to make contact with Rayne 2d6 success 5,6
02:56 Wash-darcy !roll 2d6
02:56 derynibot 1, 1 == 2))

After a moment that seemed useless. He was going to need physical contact to read the man or to influence his actions. All of Washburn’s senses were focused. One hand pulled his own dagger free, hiding it well between the horse and himself, while his other hand seemed to rummage through the bag on the saddle.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by DerynifanK on March 20, 2018, 08:08:59 am »
Nice to see the change in the relationship  between  the  two  brothers. Just think, two formidable  Morgans, Valerian  better look out, Hope they catch Rayne and Wash gets his sword back In fact possession  of that sword might just be the evidence they need against Rayne
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by revanne on March 20, 2018, 05:49:14 am »
Duke Kelric realised how much his opinion of his brother had changed in so short a time. Just a few days ago he would likely either have refused his brother permission outright or at the least demand that he explain himself. Worse still he might have chided Washburn for the lack of manners shown by him and his companions.

The realisation that had been creeping up on him since their conversation in the Church, and having spoken with his companions, now hit him with full force though nothing about his demeanour showed anything. He trusted his brother, utterly and completely. Washburn had been sent to do a simple task which had turned into a nightmare in the fulfillment of which he had handled himself well and won the loyalty of his companions. Whatever was going on, and Kelric was certain that it had nothing to do with the supposed overindulgence of the priest, he would not help matters by interfering unless he was specifically asked to do so. One of the burdens of his rank was that he could do nothing discreetly - even going to the garderobe would have had the whole hall on its feet until he had rapidly waved them down. Until he was asked, or unless he knew that Washburn was in serious danger when his love for his brother, always there but masked perhaps too much by his sense of responsibility and irritation, would be shown in all its intensity. Then let others beware.

For now though his task was to continue as though nothing of note had happened. He cast his senses discreetly outwards to feel if there was any other Deryni present ((123 yes, 456 no 4gt1833bmn)) and being reassured that there were none he risked Sending to Washburn

"No need to explain but I sense something's wrong. I'll cover for you here but keep me informed. Be safe."

Washburn gave no outward sign that he had heard but replied "Yes. Something's afoot and I'll wager that it's not Father Columcil. And thank you, My L... brother."

Kelric was hard put not to smile as his brother signalled his recognition of the change in their relationship by his change of address but turned towards Lord Buckley and said by way of explanation. "My brother met up with Father Columcil on his journey, it seems that the country priest is not used to such good fare as you have provided."
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Laurna on March 20, 2018, 04:47:53 am »
Washburn was only too happy to follow Master Darcy and to retrieve his sword. As he clipped the sword and scabbard on his belt hanger, he suppressed his anger for having lost part of the Heirloom set. This sword was not meant to be carried alone. Its big brother was his favored great-sword, which had gone missing the day before. Even in an alternate state of merasha induced delirium, Wash had not mistaken the sight of his great-sword on the back of that man who orchestrated his attempted captured. That man had not succeeded, yet he had commandeered the Lendour heirloom. Grateful for his escape, Wash had not complained, yet the reminder of the lose gave him a moment to swear he would find a way to get it back.

At this moment, however, he had to put that anger aside and refocus on his friends. Something was up and he had yet to get a clue just what that was.  “So our hosts meal wasn’t very good. Are we out to hunt killer Coneys to sate our appetites?  Or at least clear the throat of that poor ale. If Columcil is truly ill, I will gladly stand before Lord Buckley and forcefully request that he open his wine cellar. Certainly, he must have better than what he served the duke of the realm at table-side.” Wash was not really joking as his eyes scanned the moonlit courtyard looking for the good Father.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Jerusha on March 19, 2018, 08:31:52 pm »
Darcy Cameron paused just inside the door to Lord Buckley’s great hall and took a steadying breath.  Father Columcil was right; charging head first toward the high table would not go over well.  Nor would running in armed.  In spite of his own reservations for doing so, he unbuckled his sword and laid it against the others by the door. 

As he approached the high table, he saw that Washburn was in conversation with the duke.  Lord Jaxom was immersed in lively conversation with Lord Alister.  Lord Alister looked politely amused and slightly bored.  Darcy forgave himself for his inner smirk.

It would be best if he approached Washburn quietly but with some degree of concern.  He did not want to embarrass the good Father, but he needed to secure assistance.

As Darcy approached the high table, Duke Kelric looked up.

“Beg pardon, your Grace,” Darcy said as he rose from his bow.  “If I might have a word with Sir Washburn?” Washburn gave him a curious look.  Darcy cleared his throat delicately.  “Father Columcil is feeling a bit indisposed.  Nothing more that mead on top of too empty a stomach after the day we’ve had I’m sure, but if Lord Alister and/or Sir Washburn could spare a moment?”

Aliset, who overheard the request, rose immediately.  “Of course.”  She knew immediately that her man-at-arms words did not quite ring true. 

Washburn stood as well.  “I’m sure it’s nothing, but I could use a bit of fresh air myself.”  At his brother’s nod of agreement, Washburn joined Darcy and Aliset and withdrew from the hall.

Once at the door, Washburn turned to Darcy.  “What is this about?  What are you up to?”

“Let us join Father Columcil, and I’ll explain.  I suggest you bring your sword.”  Darcy lifted his own sword from the stack by the door and led the way outside.  “There is one who has joined us here that bodes ill.”
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