Menatia had kept herself at the back of the group of magi, stunned at the sight of the faerie court. She had never seen anything like this before.
However, when Felix is brought in she moves forward towards the ice sarcophage. She curtsies quickly towards the King and Queen "Your majesties, do you mind if I take a closer look?" She points at the sarcophage. She then continues to it without waiting for an answer.
Menatia looks at Felix body who is within a sarcophagus-shaped block of ice. The body and the ice-block combined way next to nothing - somehow the ice makes Felix body lighter.
The King speaks again: "Oh men of magic, I was under the impression that like all humans, you were rushed, so considering yourlittle span of life, we didn't want to impose ourselves on you, but if you join us for a feast, our bard shall recount the tale of Felix for you. Some tales should not be told without a proper meal."
No feature of the King's noble face betrays if Animus directness caused any offense to him at all.
(What can be seen of Felix's wounds through the ice? Are there bite marks from animals all over his body or just in certain areas? No other kind of wounds, like for example from slashing or piercing weapons? Burn marks?)
Menatia touches the ice gently. When finished studying the ice and the body she looks up and curtsies to the King and Queen again. "A feast sounds wonderful."
The ice feels cold to her touch.
All the visible injuries could have been caused by animal bites (though you have no idea if that was before or after Felix died).
Hildegarde thinks for herself recognizing their titles and now eating their food, this was the only piece of advice I gave them !!
"I'll be happy to share a good tale in your company but I'm not really in the mood to have a banquet, seeing the body took away my appetite. I'll make an effort to share a drink with you to acknowledge your generous hospitality. We brought some good beers we're willing to share as a sign of gratitude."
Animus nods at Hildegarde's words, remembering the warning about faerie food and drink. He'd been about to bluntly refuse, but with the Flambeau maga's words he doesn't feel the need to add anything.
Giant mushrooms break through the snow, and little elves scurry back and forth to fill them with all the forest has to offer from berries to steaming venison. You are seated on smaller mushrooms at the king and queen's table and your men are seated honorably but with the common fae. There is an excited buzz in the air, and the royal couple love the beer you have brought. They pass you tasty morsels to try.
Finally, a seven-fingered fool creature with a lute bows to you and starts a strange melody.
Felix rode into the forest, brave as a bear
by ancient right wearing the three twigs of dare,
valiantly he fought the fairie host,
but alas, in the end as you know he lost.
His man was aggrieved and hardly spoke,
he took his mantle, his ring, and his cloak
he asked the King the body to burn,
but more honorable a fate brave Felix did earn.
A hero he is now dead and in ice,
which is the perfect storage device.
ooc: If you refuse food, roll some social skill (etiquette seems to be the most likely candidate, but I'm open to alternatives) to see if you manage to do so politely.
spoiler in white follows (for those who eat and drink):If you partake of the food you gain: 1 warping ppoint (fairie), susceptability to fairie (minor flaw), alluring to fairie (minor virtue), 5xp of fairie lore. The food is unbelievable, the best you've ever eaten. Tender meat and sweetest berries.
Menatia takes a seat at the royal table. She looks at the food and drinks that are served for a while then looking at her companions to see what they do, but in the end her Tytalus upbringing gives her no option. Of course she has to taste this deliciously smelling food. What could go wrong? Well poisoning... Still she cuts a piece of the venison and puts it in her mouth.
"Mmm wow!" she moans almost orgasmically. She takes another bite and then some berries followed by more sounds of pleasantry. "You...have to...taste...this. It's absolutely.....WOW!" she manages to say to her sodales between chewing and moaning.
"I am not hungry," replies Animus, trying to smile charmingly, "but thanks anyway." (Trying to go with Charm, not that it is likely to do any good. Charm 1 + Pre 0 + 1d10=4, for a grand total of 5)
Oh you are most generous and hospitable my dear hosts but my stomach has been of rather ill temper lately, and I have been requested to keep to a most precise regimen to adjust my humors against malady, but again i thank you for your utmost graciousness It almost seemed on cue for Eduardos stomach to make a hiss of some sort as to agree that he should not be eating anything, as he settled onto the mushroom seat and listened in carefully to the tale, waving off any of the beautiful foods that were put before him with a sinuously gloved hand. Please Maga Menatia one should not mistake the table for the sound of ones bed chambers He quipped to the sounds she made upon eating, ever gracious to his hosts but ever wary as well.
81468 Eduardo 2015-02-05 10:00:36 1d10 +4 1D10 +4 = [1]+4 = 5
Pres+1,+2 Guile (feigning weakness)
81469 Anonymous 2015-02-05 10:01:19 1d10 1D10 = [7] = 7
rolled a 1 woo
Total 16 (17 if spec applies in your eyes) like a goddamn boss
Andreas seems suddenly at ease with our fairy companions.
(in Saxon)
"I'm a mere mundane and probably don't deserve a place at your table"
Andreas etiquette roll : 1d10+3=12
Adele is trying to remain unnoticed if she can manage it, just not drawing attention to herself. She doesn't know much about the fae and doesn't want to mess things up.
Pre+Etiquette: 2 + roll 9=11
Arthur and Tabanus feel a slight itch behind their ears, when they refuse the food, but then the akward moment passes and the feast goes on. When it gets dark, glowing fairies hover over the tables to provide light. None of you feel cold.
ooc: Ask the remaining questions (if any). You've got Felix, so we'll close this chapter when you get him home.
Animus has a question, "You mentioned a man that left with Felix'..." he tries to remember the exact wording, "you said 'mantle, ring and cloak', I believe. Who would that man be, and where did he go?"
Seeing an opportunity as Animus mentions the poem, HIldegarde adds " indeed, your tale is fascinating, the combat with the faerie host was was probably epic, would you mind describing It with more details so we can tell his tale to his friends with more details.."
The Queen seems at a loss: "But he was one of your kind, a man of magic. Wasn't it he who told you where to find your honorable fallen comrade?"
And the King adds: "Let's not profane a lyrical work with profane additions, my dear. They have their friend who manly challenged us."
Tabanus speaks up, amazed: "But no man ever showed up. We came here because a prolonged absence of Felix was noticed."
The Queen thinks about this for a moment and says: "If woe has befallen the bearer of the news it wasn't in our forest. He left sound in limb. But the lands of men are dangerous and not all of your kind are honest. He must be somewhere."
The King gleefully rubs his hands: "And on goes your tale. Go forth and find the mysterious man. If you want, my men can take you to the edge of my domain. And if you ever solve it, we invite you back for telling it."
Menatia speaks up after she has eaten too much of the delicious food.
"Your Majesties, can you tell us what this man looks like? Did he wear any symbols or special items that is easily recognizable?"
The Court Chester responds: "He had the treacherous eyes of a magus and the treacherous smell of a magus. Furtive were his movements and untrustworthy did he seem."
ooc: Don't worry. You'll meet him eventually. That's the thing about recurring villains. They recur.
Hildegarde makes sure the wolves pelt are gathered before leaving "A small escort seems adequate indeed, I'll make sure to come back when we'll reach the denouement of this saddening tale, for we'll make sure this becomes the starting point of a successful chronicle, but I must warn you that I lack the eloquence of your bard "