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STATUS: Similar to clueless dm I think being an unreliable narrator dm would be fun. 17 days ago
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Similar to clueless dm I think being an unreliable narrator dm would be fun.
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Playing clueless characters in DND works great for me because I often miss lots of information and don't know what's going on. It's method acting.
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Experiences a strong urge to format a role play post as an APA style paper. It would be funny
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She was glad to be bothering Dula.
“Yes” She answered simply and honestly. She wasn’t interested in explaining further. She had a duty to her people that she has always fully accepted. Of course dying was not something she planned on doing.
“Yes” She answered simply and honestly. She wasn’t interested in explaining further. She had a duty to her people that she has always fully accepted. Of course dying was not something she planned on doing.
When mother Dula flattened her expression Gwynn did the same.
“This stone is imbued with magic. It is rather weak, but it is capable of showing when one is telling the truth.” The priestess scooped up the blade and looked it over. ”This blade is laced with black-adder venom. It will kill you in an instant if it so much as breaks your skin. Now tell me… do you sense any aggressive intent?”
It took much more concentration than Gwynn was used to, but she could sense Mother Dula’s meaning. As if Gwynn was slipping into the cracks of Mother Dula’s psyche. The priestess had lied. The stone was not enchanted. It was hardly more than green quartz. There was something more though, hidden behind those sharp, emerald eyes. It was impossible to make out until a wave of energy rushed through Gwynn. She could see it, just beyond a crack in Mother Dula’s visage.
Gwynn tossed the rock behind her hitting the assailant in the chest knocking the wind out of them.
“No but I am sensing a stick up your ass. You should probably get that checked out”she said in an expressionless tone.
“One, if you’ve only heard good things about my host family then you must not be very good at reading the news you do get. Two, that’s not how black adder venom works”
She wondered if she ought to tell Dula she already knew a couple individuals who had already begun to bond with dragons. She decided instead to smile at Dula brattily and knowingly. “So” she yawned “what happens next”
“This stone is imbued with magic. It is rather weak, but it is capable of showing when one is telling the truth.” The priestess scooped up the blade and looked it over. ”This blade is laced with black-adder venom. It will kill you in an instant if it so much as breaks your skin. Now tell me… do you sense any aggressive intent?”
It took much more concentration than Gwynn was used to, but she could sense Mother Dula’s meaning. As if Gwynn was slipping into the cracks of Mother Dula’s psyche. The priestess had lied. The stone was not enchanted. It was hardly more than green quartz. There was something more though, hidden behind those sharp, emerald eyes. It was impossible to make out until a wave of energy rushed through Gwynn. She could see it, just beyond a crack in Mother Dula’s visage.
Gwynn tossed the rock behind her hitting the assailant in the chest knocking the wind out of them.
“No but I am sensing a stick up your ass. You should probably get that checked out”she said in an expressionless tone.
“One, if you’ve only heard good things about my host family then you must not be very good at reading the news you do get. Two, that’s not how black adder venom works”
She wondered if she ought to tell Dula she already knew a couple individuals who had already begun to bond with dragons. She decided instead to smile at Dula brattily and knowingly. “So” she yawned “what happens next”
Gwyn watched the shuffling of tables with amusement.
“Who has drawn the first slip?”
She didn’t even get a chance to raise her hand before Dula make eye contact with her and smirked. Gwynn recognized this smirk as the polite equivalent of grabbing a snack to watch somebody make a fool of themselves. Gwyn flashed her eyebrows at Dula acknowledging her gaze with a similar amusement thinking to herself *I know something you dooonnt*. One of them was going to end up being wrong and the other would very much enjoy it.
Dula gestured and more funny table shuffling ensued. The fact that no objects had fallen off of these tables yet was almost more impressive than the dragon eggs.
“Come. Introduce yourself.”
She walked up to the table and faced Dula.
“I am Lady Gwynn-Theophania Saven of the house of Cairnrel. Daughter of Theophania-Morgan Saven”. She had recited it often to various nobles.
She looked down at the table and sarcastically muttered to herself in her native tongue, “ah yes! The classic green rock and drippy knife”. It hadn’t occurred to her that Dula might actually recognize the language she spoke in. Her village was among the few that still spoke it however it did see continued usage when performing magic. This meant that there was a good chance Dula could recognize it, but only understood the phrases and words used in rituals. It was incredibly unlikely she would understand the full language, and impossible that she knew the village specific dialect and accent that Gwynn spoke in.
“Who has drawn the first slip?”
She didn’t even get a chance to raise her hand before Dula make eye contact with her and smirked. Gwynn recognized this smirk as the polite equivalent of grabbing a snack to watch somebody make a fool of themselves. Gwyn flashed her eyebrows at Dula acknowledging her gaze with a similar amusement thinking to herself *I know something you dooonnt*. One of them was going to end up being wrong and the other would very much enjoy it.
Dula gestured and more funny table shuffling ensued. The fact that no objects had fallen off of these tables yet was almost more impressive than the dragon eggs.
“Come. Introduce yourself.”
She walked up to the table and faced Dula.
“I am Lady Gwynn-Theophania Saven of the house of Cairnrel. Daughter of Theophania-Morgan Saven”. She had recited it often to various nobles.
She looked down at the table and sarcastically muttered to herself in her native tongue, “ah yes! The classic green rock and drippy knife”. It hadn’t occurred to her that Dula might actually recognize the language she spoke in. Her village was among the few that still spoke it however it did see continued usage when performing magic. This meant that there was a good chance Dula could recognize it, but only understood the phrases and words used in rituals. It was incredibly unlikely she would understand the full language, and impossible that she knew the village specific dialect and accent that Gwynn spoke in.
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I'd be interested in chief medical officer.
@amorphical You and I have the same mind lol. I love random engineer characters.
@amorphical You and I have the same mind lol. I love random engineer characters.
Before Gwynn had a chance to think about what to do next her wrist was grabbed and she was being pulled off by someone far shorter than her. She stumbled in surprise for a moment and barely avoided falling over. Mary led her to a table that almost certainly was not meant for either of them.
“I’m sorry for that Lady Gwynn, and for not recognising you sooner, you have grown much since I last saw you. But what are you doing here? Did they hurt you? Are you okay?”
She stood there for a moment dazed, still slightly bent over as Mary hadn’t yet let go of her wrist. “Um uhhh” she shook her head like a wet dog “right yes um I’ll be honest I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here…. I suppose same as everybody else.” She paused and gently shook her wrist out of Mary’s grasp so she could stand up straight. “I’m doing about as okay as anybody else here given the situation” she looked down at her piece of paper again. “And it looks like I’m up first” she sighed.
“I’m sorry for that Lady Gwynn, and for not recognising you sooner, you have grown much since I last saw you. But what are you doing here? Did they hurt you? Are you okay?”
She stood there for a moment dazed, still slightly bent over as Mary hadn’t yet let go of her wrist. “Um uhhh” she shook her head like a wet dog “right yes um I’ll be honest I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here…. I suppose same as everybody else.” She paused and gently shook her wrist out of Mary’s grasp so she could stand up straight. “I’m doing about as okay as anybody else here given the situation” she looked down at her piece of paper again. “And it looks like I’m up first” she sighed.
Gwynn found Dula to be impressively annoying. She couldn’t imagine calling this woman “mother”. Despite her dislike she listened attentively. Now was not the time to miss any information. A lot was being told to her. So much had gone on the past hour that didn’t have much ability to process it. That would have to be a task for later.
She shuffled up with everybody else and drew a piece of paper. First place. No chance to observe others and learn what to expect from them. She didn’t even have a clue as to what this “test” would look like.
She shuffled up with everybody else and drew a piece of paper. First place. No chance to observe others and learn what to expect from them. She didn’t even have a clue as to what this “test” would look like.
“HA” one voice rang out louder than the others and the attention of the room was drawn to one older woman who stammered apologies and then said what was on the minds of many there. Or at least what was on Gwynn’s mind. She looked familiar. Gwynn had seen this woman before in the house of Lady Carnviel. Her name was Mary. When she was visiting the lady with her duchess years ago she had snuck off following a cat and ended up in Mary’s workroom where she ended up discussing embroidery with her. Unbeknownst to Mary this conversation had been a great comfort to the younger Gwynn who could tell that Mary, like her, was very much out of place in the houses of nobles. Mary was now even more out of place here. Gwynn silently cursed whoever dragged the poor woman into this.
She leaned over to the woman from her spot on the table and whispered “I don’t think any of us know what’s going on here. I certainly don’t know why I’m here” with an empathetic chuckle hoping to put the woman at ease. She straightened herself and in a gentle but assertive tone told her “come, sit” tapping the bench she was on. This was a woman that was very attentive to rank and status. Casual address from one she knew to be above her would likely fluster her further, so Gwynn chose to frame her offer as instruction.
She leaned over to the woman from her spot on the table and whispered “I don’t think any of us know what’s going on here. I certainly don’t know why I’m here” with an empathetic chuckle hoping to put the woman at ease. She straightened herself and in a gentle but assertive tone told her “come, sit” tapping the bench she was on. This was a woman that was very attentive to rank and status. Casual address from one she knew to be above her would likely fluster her further, so Gwynn chose to frame her offer as instruction.
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