>>5975312
An elven sage had implicated a future descendant of Izirina Henzler (actually the long-lost and thought-dead noble heiress Rebecca Vaz-Yosef) in a shifting prophecy of doom and gloom; fearing his poisoning of the council against you and your mission, you’d taken the Prince Consort’s child and fled in the dead of night. To effect your escape you were forced to rely upon your people's ancestral enemies, the scheming traitors of the Unseelie Court, and to promise them two favors—including a rather implausible undertaking—for safe passage. You left behind your royal carriagement; to the best of your knowledge, they are still being held prisoner by an ever-more-isolationist Sylvan government, where you must surely be seen as an enemy of the elven race.

Two weeks later, you learned that this, and much else that you and Izirina have done and achieved, has been orchestrated from behind-the-scenes by a Dark God of Esoteric Knowledge, whose emissary Izzy had taken as a tutor... And who, the fell being revealed, would one day serve as tutor to your child.

In the wake of these revelations, you remained committed to make good on your pledge to the Unseelie Fey: to make for them a ‘star’, empowering their race and realm as the sun and moon once did before their fall from grace. However, you would NOT follow the Dark Ones’ recipe to produce it, but would instead find another way—a way which safeguarded your people's most precious secrets and avoided empowering your enemies anymore than necessary.

And as for the matter of children, and of marriage... Well, that was always a tricky subject in a union of three spirits, in a land where polygamy is illegal. You’re committed to make it work, somehow. You BELIEVE it can be done, in your heart-of-hearts! But, well... These bloody women don’t ever seem to make it EASY for you, do they?

“You told them WHAT?!”

>>5975313
“I’m sorry!” Costella Fanucci blurts out. “Papa had this—this MAN over, Carlos Something, and he said that, like... At my age, and with my prospects... And Carlos is from, like, this TOTALLY respected family that knows mine from way-back-when, and HE isn’t married yet, and Mama REALLY wants grandkids and ESPECIALLY since I got over the dragon-pox and CAN have kids...”

“So they wanted to marry you off to this ‘Carlos Something’?” Izzy summarizes.

“Uh-huh,” Costella nods, looking sheepish.

“And so you told them we were already engaged?” you ask, staring wide-eyed at the freckle-face, sun-kissed face of the woman who was SUPPOSED to be the LESS-troublesome of your two significant others.

“W-well I spend so much time here, and there's already RUMOURS, and like, Mama and Papa mostly like you—”

“Mostly??” you ask, startled.

“—And Apprentice to the Archmage is ALMOST as good as, like, being rich—”

“Almost?” Izzy asks, for the Archmage is her adoptive mother.

“—and I j-just didn’t know what else to say!” Costella wails, throwing herself upon the two of you in her distress. “He brought a DOWRY and everything! Mama and Papa were already, like, TOTALLY ready to accept, and I... I just...”

You pat her on the back, exchanging a look with Izzy.

“Technically, I didn’t say, like, WHO I’m engaged to,” Costella sniffles. “I just said I was e-engaged to, like, someone... And they assumed it was Ez because I’m always at the Hill, and, like...”

“...And they know it’s our pet project, and of the three of us, I’m male,” you conclude.

(Well, fair enough. It’s not as if two women can wed, after all, and THEY’VE never walked into your tent to Izzy atop a thrashing, gasping Costella with her hand... well, enough about that.)

In truth, you are probably overdue for SOME sort of discussion about your relationship with Mister and Missus Fanucci, a kindly human merchant couple born and bred in Hawksong. Even so, you’re not sure exactly what to tell them... Or what their own expectations might be. You somehow doubt it involves a second woman.

What will you do?

>Agree to meet with the Fanuccis—just you and Costella, with you in the role of dutiful fiance
>Perhaps it’s best to get this all out in the open—all three of you—and to meet this challenge as a ‘trhouple’
>You have no idea how to handle this, so you won’t--you’ll not meet with Costella’s parents formally, not yet
>Costella’s on her won with this one: she dug her grave, and she can lay in it, because you're too busy
>Write-in

Previous threads (and prior quests which share a setting and some characters, though those aren't strictly necessary reading) are at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=ReptoidQM

>>5975314
>Agree to meet with the Fanuccis—just you and Costella, with you in the role of dutiful fiance

Costella has been helping us with our problems, its only fair we return the favor. I just hope this carlos fellow doesn't do something ridiculous like challenge us to a duel or something.

>>5975314
>Agree to meet with the Fanuccis—just you and Costella, with you in the role of dutiful fiance

>>5975334
I'm sure he'll take one look at us and bow out
There's no competing with elven good looks, even cut by half.

>>5975314
>Agree to meet with the Fanuccis—just you and Costella, with you in the role of dutiful fiance
I think before we come out with our harem we need to become so powerful that nobody can do shit about it.

>Perhaps it’s best to get this all out in the open—all three of you—and to meet this challenge as a ‘trhouple’
Cut the bullshit, we're starsmith

>>5975313
>a Dark God of Esoteric Knowledge
he said it.jpg
>>5975314
>THEY’VE never walked into your tent to Izzy atop a thrashing, gasping Costella with her hand... well, enough about that.
so it's not just that kiss while we were away. glad to see you took the suggestion I made to one of your tournament posts, OP.

>Perhaps it’s best to get this all out in the open—all three of you—and to meet this challenge as a ‘trhouple’
on one hand, I'd like to maintain things calm before we can explain better, on the other it's best to rip the bandaid early.

>>5975314
>Agree to meet with the Fanuccis—just you and Costella, with you in the role of dutiful fiance

As much as I like to straightway tell them about our polyamorous relationship, it is not legal - at the moment - and the parents (from the looks of it) seems particularly desperate in attaining wealth and status and the continuation of their lineage. Someone like us won’t too terribly useful to them if we show our hand this early.

For now, let’s keep up appearances. Maybe see how receptive they are to unconventional relationships or beliefs about sexuality before we commit.

>>5975314
>Perhaps it’s best to get this all out in the open—all three of you—and to meet this challenge as a ‘trhouple’

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“Alright,” you sigh. “I can play along.”

“Tips…”

You hold up a hand, and look sympathetically to Izirina.

“Costella’s done lot for us. Both of us. Right?”

“Right,” Izirina says, “so BOTH of us should be there.”

Costella looks up sharply, eyes darting between the two of you as guilt creeps across her fair features.

“I don’t want to, like… Cause any friction. I’m sorry, this is all my fault!”

“No, it’s okay,” you assure her, running fingers through her wavy brown hair with one hand while you give Izirina’s hand a reassuring squeeze with the other. “It’s just a meeting right? But, well… Maybe introducing the Fanuccis to our UNUSUAL dynamic isn’t the best first impression? I’m already only half-human, foreign-born… There’s a lot to take in already, right?”

“I guess,” Izzy says, though her expression reads as less-than-wholly-convinced.

"Are you, like, totally sure?" Costella asks, still giving you an out even as she fails to hide the hope in her voice, and dawning excitement.

"I am," you confirm, your own heart hammering despite your careful control of outward emotion.

"Aaah!" Costella cries, squeezing you both tighter against her, ahem, bountiful assets. "Thank you thank you THANK you. You're LITERALLY saving my life!"

Izzy's brow knits, but she neither attempts to escape the three-way embrace, nor speaks further against your plans. Not the SUNNIEST reaction, but... Well...

(One romantic crisis at a time, Tips old boy.)

You set aside your work of the Unseelie Star project for the moment, though you have no doubt Izzy will continue to advance it. She always works best when under pressure or stress, in need of distraction and diversion. As much as you wish you could alleviate her of that burden—and you WILL—it might actually help to offset your partial absence while you ready yourself for…

For…

“Oh Gods Above, am I actually ENGAGED?” you murmur to yourself.

It all suddenly feels quite real, because in a sense it IS. You already committed to making a life with both Izirina Henzler and Costella Fanucci, and your unconventional sleeping arrangements are an ‘open secret’ among the Old Maple Hill encampment. Even the Queen of Hawksong knows about it though—despite being one of multiple wives in her own secret affairs, she has flatly refused to reform the laws to accommodate a public plural marriage for your sake.

(…Not that this would NECESSARILY absolve Mister and Missus Fanucci of their concerns, even if it were legal.)

>>5975712
This, though… This is a meeting of STATED INTENT. Approaching your significant other’s parents and declaring your plans to marry their daughter… That’s as good as a legal promise. Couple with cohabitation, the implication is clear: their daughter is (likely as not) no longer a virgin, and can’t even pretend at such. You WILL take care of her, wed her, make a mother of her to the best of your mutual ability, or there will be REPERCUSSIONS. After all, this ‘Carlos’ fellow is apparently an eligible suitor with decent credentials—to deny an up-and-coming family and a young woman such advantages and then to fail to deliver upon your word would be tantamount, in many circles and even in COURT, to a sexual and spiritual violation, a crime against the Gods of Love and Marriage and against the Crown!

These thoughts swirl around your always-busy brain a you slip into your smallclothes and wrap yourself in your star-spangled, moon-marked robe and thin, breezy white breeches and shirt—the last gift of Holy Luna, besides the berry bushes which Costella and the local volunteers have been dutifully tending to. Costella ahs become quite adept as a gardener and keeper of livestock, especially the chickens and goats who you keep primarily for eggs and milk, and each of which she has named. The PEOPLE of Old Maple Hill, too, she has an easy and effortless rapport with, moreso than you or Izirina thanks to her own earthiness. However, one area where she has faltered, sadly, is in maintaining your robe.

Costella is capable in myriad ways—an amateur carpenter by now as well as farmer and diplomat and, yes, even a passable seamstress. Admittedly, her magical and intellectual capabilities lag behind that of you or Izirina—even after you, she and Izirina entwined your souls in that ritual roughly two years ago. However, you two ‘ivory tower’ mages are both specialists and prone to heady and abstract thinking. COSTELLA, by contrast, is general, and practical, and incredibly adaptable.

What she CAN’T do, though, is work the mysterious celestial material from which your garment is worked.

Regular needles wont’ pierce the cloth, and enchanted ones struggle. It won’t take dye or bleaching agents readily, though conversely and frustratingly you can still find splotches of red-brown where your own spilled blood has stained it. Mundane materials cannot be used to mend it, either, since none can match the sheen or substance of the lunar cloth. You frown to see it, knowing that this is ESSENTIALLY your only attire… And here you are, about to meet your future…

Your…

You gulp, and decide you are long overdue for a visit to your old friend—and advanced aesthetic illusionist—Nicolette Testa.

>>5975717
Izirina is still a little reserved and standoffish after your earlier discussion, but readily assents to use her <Dimension Door> spell to transport you to the distant southerly border-town of Turtledove, where Testa has long since returned for her apprenticeship under the acclaimed ‘beautician to the elites’, one Mistress Gartner. In your pocket you have a seal-stamped envelope, bearing the symbol of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower in purple wax—the usual mechanism by which you can be quickly recalled with an anchored upcasting of <Teleport Object>.

Do you bring Costella?
>Yes, no reason you can’t BOTH look your best for this important occasion
>No, you need to talk to Testa privately about some of your anxieties

Do you have anything in mind for an outfit?
>Just patch, mend, repair and restore your moon-robes
>Actually…
[Write-in any modifications to Tips’ aesthetics or style you’d like to see; this will be reflected in the next commissioned artwork. Pictorial reference are appreciated.]

>>5975720
>No, you need to talk to Testa privately about some of your anxieties

>Actually…
blend some "human" style into it, if possible.Since it's the only clothe we can use reliably, let's put our other half in it.

>>5975757
[Anything specific, anon? Just something more like common-folk or merchants wear, maybe--pants, a jacket or tunic?]

Also, for the record: Tips' outfit IS pretty 'human': he's just dressed like a WIZARD. Elven mages are religious figured who usually wear headdresses or headbands if anything, rather than pointed 'wizard caps', which are a longstanding Northman tradition for casters. Robes are a holdover from the old days of the Paladin Kings and their forebears, with trousers being a more recent trend (albeit 'recent' in terms of centuries now), and such things are actually MORE traditional among elves of both or, as their society recognizes it, all THREE sexes, or men of the northeastern tribes, as well as orcs, and really picked up as 'adventurer' became a valid profession.

'Sylvan fashion' tends to in general involve a lot more form-fitting 'athletic' or even 'athleisure' attire and 'raw' looking ingredients such as magically-preserved feathers, flowers, leaves, and bark, less expensive dyes, and 'vegan' alternatives to leather and horn, as well as thin, fine gossamers, little capelets, and a general tend towards (form a human perspective) androgyny.

Lunar Eladrin essentially have magically-created synthetics and exotic materials such from their unusual fauna, with common attire being silvery jumpsuits and skorts, or white cottony robes and dresses. Think 60s Star Trek meets New Age cult, but less colour and more chrome. Since they're all artificial beings without sex differentiation for whom gender is just a personal preference, they have literally no standards of menswear vs womenswear, except that their royal family, who are all ostensibly female, dress in ornate and crystal-festooned gowns

>>5975766
I dunno much about medieval clothing, but we can go towards a tunic. also thanks for the explanation.

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>>5975720
>Yes, no reason you can’t BOTH look your best for this important occasion
A second opinion on all of this would be nice.

As for the shirt, I think the blood-stained sylvan shirt is nice - a reminder that we once fought for the sylvan realms, a token of friendship from those two retainers, and one of few links we still have to our mother’s side heritage. Just keeping the entire thing clean is good enough.

>>5975766

I think - as archmage’s apprentice - a robe [without sleeves] and trousers with some embellishments or patterns should be good. Wear the sylvan shirt underneath so only the sleeves and bits of the torso part are visible.

Picrel has too many laces - ignore that, and the coat he is holding - but the general form should resemble this

>this will be reflected in the next commissioned artwork. Pictorial reference are appreciated
Neat.

am >>5975635

>>5975845
I like this, point to add dont wear our hat when we meet them, its impolite and we dont need to be hiding our heritage to people who are gonna be family

>>5975720
>Yes, no reason you can’t BOTH look your best for this important occasion

>>5975850
Alright. I’m pretty sure taking them off indoors is the standard anyway.

>>5975717
>though, is work the mysterious celestial material from which your garment is worked.

>Regular needles wont’ pierce the cloth, and enchanted ones struggle. It won’t take dye or bleaching agents readily, though conversely and frustratingly you can still find splotches of red-brown where your own spilled blood has stained it. Mundane materials cannot be used to mend it, either, since none can match the sheen or substance of the lunar cloth. You frown to see it, knowing that this is ESSENTIALLY your only attire… And here you are, about to meet your future…

Why would our moon cloths be our only attire? We learned improved aethrial form, we don't turn intangible randomly anymore. So what's stopping us from wearing regular clothes?

>>5976184
Nothing its just literally a magic cloak that was made out of magical moom materials and we like it

>>5976201
>>5976184
[When you received it, you had no other attire that was attuned to you besides your old school-robe, which had been damaged in your battle against the Unseelie Champion and Oncyth. It's still the only clothes you have which you don't phase through or light aflame or anything in any transformation, and which can even shift and adjust to accommodate things like Wildshaped wings... Though its enchantment is wearing a bit thin ever since Nenaias' treant smacked you around.]

[Since you returned to Earth, you've been pretty busy, and living out of a tent on a hippie commune. You really only ever owned a couple changes of clothes anyway. You DO earn a stipend from the Tower again, though, so can buy extra attire if you so desire. Aside from wealthy people and fashionistas like the Testa or The Infiltrator from RIQ, most people only own 3-4 sets of clothes in Hawksong, though.]

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[Low turnout on this one. odd, but I'm locking and writing nevertheless!]

>>5976376
it's a clothes update into a family dinner, not exactly world defying stakes right now qm.

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>>5976409

“Oh my gosh oh my GOSH,” Costella gushes. “I can’t believe it! A vacation and I’m, like, getting a WEDDING DRESS?”

“It’s going to be a pretty short vacation,” you say, before she gets her hopes TOO high, “and Turtledove has seen better says…”

It’s true enough. The dusty little mountain-valley trade-town has been much-depleted by the last two decades of steadily-worsening ties between the human empires of the Northwest and the Southlands. Rumours of demon-worship and degeneracy among the dark-skinned races of Man have spread, though how much of it is true and how much is Reptilian manipulation is somewhat uncertain to those who, like you, are ‘in the know’. Before the friction between Hawksong and the Sylvan Realms, THIS was long believed to be the gathering stormfront of a continent-wide war. Now, without marching armies or bustling trade, it is just a sad and empty place, with businesses struggling to make enough for the food and water imports needed to sustain the local labour pool even as it dwindles.

“Still, an hoenst-to-Gods WEDDING DRESS…”

“NOT a wedding dress,” you remind her.

“Well, okay, but… Like, it’s a dress for LANNING a wedding. An engagement dress, I guess?”

“Just a dress,” you affirm.

“But a FANCY one!” Costella swoons, and then stops suddenly, eyes widening. “Ez, are you sure about this? Like, you’ve been at the Hill with me and Iz, not working, so…”

“I’ve GOT gold,” you say, a little defensively. “The Archmage has been paying me a Field Researcher’s salary.”

“I guess we ARE sorta’, like, researching, AND in a field, huh?” Costella muses, and then giggles at her own world-play.

You roll our eyes, but that sunshine smile is infectious and, in truth, you’re a little excited yourself. For the last long while, your aethereal ‘condition’ made the idea of purchasing new clothing moot. THEN, you were always busy, or away from sites of commerce, or both. Now… Well, Turtledove may no longer be a hub of international shipping and service as it once was, but among all the dilapidated and shuttered storefronts, the abandoned enterprises and halfling squatters with their tanned hides and hungry eyes, there is one facility which still shines with fresh, paint and glitters with mastercraft illusion magic, in magenta, and indigo, and lustrous gold: the “mage’s tower” of Mistress Margot Gartner.

“Come in, come in~,” cries a sing-song voice, chipper and full of cheer. “We’ve got travel cloaks, adventuring gear for those who crave style as WELL as safety, and gay apparel for every gala and grand ball, for one and—Oh! Oh. Hi, Tips.”

>>5976413
“’Oh, hi’ to you too, Testa,” you reply with a sneer at the reception.

“Oh, don’t be sensitive,” your one-time classmate and long-time friend says, sticking out her tongue at you and winking, hand on cocked hip. “Oh, and you brought Costella!”

“Nicky!” Costella greets her, scooping her up in a squeezing embracing. “How have you ben?”

“Adjusting just fine, though I ahd to modify my WHOLE wardrobe, and on my OWN time and with my OWN coin!”

The comments draw your attention to the contrast between your lover and your friend. Costella’s always been a rather tall woman—moreso since the rite which affected you, she, and Izirina—and Testa is one of the only friend you have who is shorter than you, excluding the literal goblinoids. Or, well, perhaps that isn’t true anymore, for she’s shrunk and additional few inches ever since the <Rite of Attunement> was used upon HER< in tandem with the gobliness Zith-Zi. Aspects of each woman bled into the other, rendering them still recognizable and distinct, but almost akin to sisters in appearance: neither is green, or as short as a ‘true’ goblin, but Nicolette Testa’s broad, spade-shaped ears and luminescent eyes attest to SOEMTHING inhuman (or at least ‘demihuman’) about her.

“You must, like, get a staff rate or something, though?” Costella inquires.

Testa grimaces, and explains: “Actually, with me just … You know, leaving for a week without really telling Mistress Gartner how long I’d be gone, the lost pay pretty much balanced that out.”

Testa leans sideways to look past Costella, and to give you a glare. You cross your arms, standing firm, and remind her: “It was your idea, Testa. And I thought you said it was not big deal?”

“Well, I’m not gonna’ lie: I AM super cute now. Everyone says so! Even if the boys keep mistaking me for a halfling or gnome…”

“’The boys’?” you repeat, arching an eyebrow.

“You know, just, like… BOYS. GUYS. Regular, general, everyday MALES,” Testa says, laughing nervously and waving a hand.

(Ah, same old Testa…)

“Anyway, what brings you here?” she asks, looking between the two of you.

“We’re getting MARRIED!” Costella all-but-explodes.

Testa’s eyes widen, and she looks to you for confirmation.

“Well,” you start, and then stop. “I mean…”

For a moment, you think Testa’s raised eyebrows will lift the wizard hat right off her head.

“It’s complicated.”

“I bet,” she says with a sly smile.

“Shut up,” you sigh. “I’ll explain, while I tell you about the outfits we want to buy.”

“Ooooh?” Testa coos, suddenly even MORE attentive. “I’ll pour the tea, and the you can spill it, hmmm? Have a seat, have a seat! Anything for a paying customer…”

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>>5976414
Over small, delicate, and beautiful-ornate little cups of strangely-spiced southern tea, you fill Nicolette Testa in in the ‘engagement’, and the reason for its urgency, and for your visit.

“So you need to show up some smooth-talking merchant’s kid, and make a good impression?” Testa says, tapping her chin. “Hmm… Well, he might be richer, and taller, and better-looking than you—“

“WHAT?” you shout. “Says who?? Whose side are you ON?”

“I’m just making an educated guess,” Testa says, hiding a smirk behind a sip of her teacup. “Anyway, DESPITE all that, you’ve got ME as your stylist, so you have this in the bag. I can already envision it…”

Testa frames you with her fingers, close one eye and squinting the other as she imagiens you in some over-the-top outfit, no doubt.

“Nothing TOO ornate,” you say. “Just… Maybe a little more ‘every day human man’ formalwear?”

Testa stares at you blankly.

“You know what I mean!” you say, face hot with embarrassment. “Just… Something that a regular fully-human would wear when visiting his… His…”

“Mother and father-inlaw to-be?”

You pursue your lips and nod, quickly, still unable to say it.

“Alright, alright…. I think I get what you’re going for,” she says, appraising you for a moment before turning to Costella. “And how about you, Bride-to-Be Fanucci? Anything special in mind?”

“Bride-to-be….” Costella sighs happily, cupping her green-speckled cheeks. “Oh gee… I don’t know, m-maybe something with a big poofy skirt? A-and some… Ribbons?”

“Well you sure have the hips for it,” Testa says, a touch enviously, pouting at your… Fiancé’s… Hourglass figure. “I think we can make it work, yeah. Let me just take your measurements…”

“W-wait, you mean YOURSELF?” you ask, paling. “By hand?”

“Oh don’t be a baby,” Testa says, reaching out and tapping your nose. “You’ve been all up in my SOUL. This is just to know which direction your dress. And anyway, I’m a ~professional~.”

“Are you?” you ask.

“Better me than some strange halfling, right?”

"Stranger than YOU?"

"Oh shove it, Tips!"

>>5976415
Teasing and minor embarrassments aside, you DO trust your friend’s skill and aptitude for design and execution. The next few hours only serve to prove that faith well-founded: she takes both of you in-turn into a curtain-cordoned space to skillfully assess your every dimension with hand, and eye, and caliper, and strips of dotted string. Thereafter, Testa discusses in greater depth what each of you have in mind, and takes to sketching one version after another on a small notepad with a piece of charcoal, until you are both satisfied with your shared vision.

“It’s all so exciting and, and… Like, totally romantic, isn’t it?” Costella asks, reaching out and squeezing her hand.

You look to her and…
>Temper her enthusiasm—this isn’t a real engagement or an imminent marriage, not yet, and you don’t’ want her getting too carried-away
>Let her have her fun—what harm can it do?
>Get into it a little as well—this IS the woman you love (or one of them) and it IS a big deal and, damn it all, it IS romantic!
>Write-in

Do you have anything special you’d like to discuss with Nicolette Testa, aside from the project at-hand?
>How she’s been adjusting to her new form, and any side-effects she’s been experiencing
>The matter of the prophecy, and the Nothic, and the Dark Gods’ interest in your hypothetical progeny
>The whole… ‘throuple’ situation, and Izirina’s obvious misgivings about this approach to resolving the engagement
>The Unseelie Star project, and the challenge of crafting it from secondary ingredients

>>5976409
I guess, but people wanted more Costella, and this whole situation will be a big effect on the relationship(s) moving forward

>>5976417
>Let her have her fun—what harm can it do ?
While she's focusing too much on the marriage part, I don't wanna be a killjoy since the situation is an exciting one

>How she’s been adjusting to her new form, and any side-effects she’s been experiencing
enough of our problems, for now

>>5976432
+1

and

>The whole… ‘throuple’ situation, and Izirina’s obvious misgivings about this approach to resolving the engagement

a second opinion.

am >>5975845

>>5976417
>Get into it a little as well—this IS the woman you love (or one of them) and it IS a big deal and, damn it all, it IS romantic!

>How she’s been adjusting to her new form, and any side-effects she’s been experiencing
>The whole… ‘throuple’ situation, and Izirina’s obvious misgivings about this approach to resolving the engagement

Maybe one of our problems

>>5976417
>Get into it a little as well—this IS the woman you love (or one of them) and it IS a big deal and, damn it all, it IS romantic!
>How she’s been adjusting to her new form, and any side-effects she’s been experiencing
>The whole… ‘throuple’ situation, and Izirina’s obvious misgivings about this approach to resolving the engagement

>>5976417
>Let her have her fun—what harm can it do?
We do want to marry her at some point
>How she’s been adjusting to her new form, and any side-effects she’s been experiencing
>The matter of the prophecy, and the Nothic, and the Dark Gods’ interest in your hypothetical progeny
>The whole… ‘throuple’ situation, and Izirina’s obvious misgivings about this approach to resolving the engagement
>The Unseelie Star project, and the challenge of crafting it from secondary ingredients

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You smile and nod, and Costella’s own smile broadens and brightens. Whatever your concerns or misgivings, this isn’t the time or place for them—not when Costella Fanucci is looking at you with such giddy, girlish love.

Honestly, It's difficult not to feel that same excitement when you look at her. She is lovely to behold: with heart-shaped face and cascading curls, with sun-kissed freckles on rosy cheeks. The way she talks, and moves, and laughs… Well, this might not be EXACTLY how you envisioned things going, and this might not be an IMMINENT marriage, but there’s a reason you want to marry her EVENTUALLY.

Just… Izirina, too.

“Sounds complicated,” says Testa.

“It is!” you lament. “Costella sort of spring this on me, and now Izzy’s being all, well, WEIRD about it…”

“It’s your own fault, of course,” Testa adds matter-of-factly.

The two of you are alone for the moment, discussing some alterations to the initial designs and going over some materials and colour-swatches for your clothing… Or at least, that was the intention. Costella is currently elsewhere in the tower, serving as a living mannequin for a half-dozen swarthy halfling women. Last you saw her, the little folk were pinning fabric around your fiancé, and snapping at its hanging ends with scissors—scissors which slice keenly and neatly, with never a stray thread, and which, drawn across a cut—can mend two pieces back to one. Costella has less PRACTCIAL need of enchanted fabrics, magically-made, but it’s what Margot Gartner’s Tower has, so it’s what she’ll get.

“My fault?” you recoil. “What do you mean?”

“Well you’re the one trying to balance two women at once, you cad,” Testa points out, tone still bland and without venom.

“I’m not a CAD,” you argue.

“I’m just saying, when you have a girl on each arm and you give your hand in holy matrimony to one, the other’s going to feel weird about it. And Izzy’s CUTE, but it’s in a dorky kind of bookworm way, like you, whereas Costella is… Well...”

“I get it,” you say. “You think she’s feeling insecure?”

“Wouldn’t YOU?” Testa retorts.

It’s true enough… Even a blind (elf)man or a boy-crazy woman like Testa can recognize that Costella is, almost objectively, gorgeous, and in that way which has widespread appeal: tall, fair, buxom, broad-of-hip, athletic without being too muscular. Izirina’s rich, tan complexion, her brilliant eyes and half-mad smile, her smaller chest and squeezable… Well, she had physical appeal as well, but especially clad all in black and with only sparing use of (Nicolette Testa-approved) make-up, izirina’s default aesthetic leaned more towards the intimidating and utilitarian than towards ‘feminine beauty’.

“It’s not like Izzy doesn’t ALSO like her,” you say. “It’s not just about what -I- want.”

>>5976776
Testa looks up from her sketches, and catches sight of your flushed face. Her eyes widen.

“Oh, so Izirina and Costella are like…” Testa holds up a hand, crossing her fingers in a somehow erotically-suggestive manner.

You say nothing, but the heat spreads to your ears.

“Like Pearce?”

That snaps you out of your mortified silence, as you practically explode: “You KNOW about PEARCE??”

“Well, it was tough to miss him mooning over that elf with the shaggy black hair,” she says with a pout, then sighs and deflates. “When I couldn’t get that elf’s attention either, I pieced it together. If only those two were more like whatever is going on with YOUR girls… Willing to ‘go either way’. Now THAT would have been something…”

“Testa!”

“What, you’re going to judge ME from your tent with two women and one bedroll?” she asks, jabbing at you with her charcoal pencil.

“Fine, fine!”

Testa stops, then looks at you sharply, asking: “Wait, how long did YOU know Pearce was… That way?”

“A-anyway,” you stammer, “enough about my problems!”

“We’d already moved onto talking abou—”

“How are you adjusting to your new, uh, YOU?” you scramble.

Testa rolls her eyes at your evasive tactics, but humours you.

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>>5976779
“Honestly, it’s not that big a deal. I mean, my parents are going to have a FIT I’m sure.”

“You haven’t told them?” you ask, surprised.

“I haven’t SEEN them,” Testa explains. “right after we were done making that belt and doing that funny dancing ritual, I was right back to work. My master is SUUUUCH a slaver.”

“Where is your master, anyway?” you say, remembering the faintly-intimidating Mistress Gartner, with her larger-than-life presence, shrewd and hungry expression, abundance of enchanted furs.

“Attending some trade… Thing… Down south, I guess?”

In the SOUTHLANDS? Well Hawksong’s domains aren’t not FORMALLY at war, and she has to get exotic hides and furs SOMEWHERE you suppose… But you wonder how legitimate that trade is, legally-speaking, on EITHER side of the ephemeral ‘border’ between civilizations.

“I wish I had a master more like yours,” Testa sighs wistfully. “You just go wherever and DO whatever you want, don’t you?”

“My apprenticeship has its own baggage,” you note darkly.

“I thought we weren’t walking about YOUR problems anymore?”

“Right, sorry.”

“AND you have a spot close to Hawksong…”Testa continues, tilting her head sideways and sighing again.

“You miss Hawksong?”

Testa’s expression shifts slightly, a shadow passing over it. You give her a look, and she blurts it out: what’s bothering her.

“Okay, so, the BODY is fine,” she says, gesturing to her petite and (admittedly) shapely-yet-spritely form. “But there HAVE been these, uh… Other changes.”

“Other changes?” you ask, worriedly.

“Well, you mentioned that you and Izirina and Costella are all… Tangled-up, spiritually and magically, right?”

You stare.

“You and Zith-Zi are—”

“NOT the same way,” testa is quick to insist. “I am NOT into other girls like that! That would be—”

She stops, reading our expression.

“W-well, not that there’s anything WRONG with that. But… I sometimes dream I’m there. That I’m HER… or one of them, anyway. The… The other Zith-Zi, too. Carazzi or whatever. And sometimes I get this little niggling feeling in the back of my head, or a little tug at my heart, like someone’s… Well, it sounds hysterical, I know, but sometimes I just think about pestering you and your personal portal-producer there to zap me back to just, you know, check in on my fellow nilbogs.”

“…Nilbogs?”

“Like, reverse goblins, get it?” she asks. “G-O-B-L-I-N, right? N-I-L-B—”

“I get it,” you say, glaring at Testa’s affected cutesy innocence, only to cave with actual concern. “Is it… Bad? When I was apart from Izirina and Costella, the longing got to me after a while.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s because you’re also kissing and canoodling,” Testa points out. “No, it’s not AWFUL.”

“You could come back with me,” you suggest.

Testa’s face scrunches up and she shakes her head rapidly.

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>>5976781
“No, I’m no quitter! But… Well…”

She looks out the window, setting down her pencil, and you see that in the margins she has drawn large-headed, wide-eared figures in the margins, some with swords and some with horns and hooves. So too a recognizable facsimile of a certain broad-shouldered, moustachioed mutual friend.

“How is the big guy, anyway?” Testa asks, following your gaze and then looking back up at you.

“Well, about that…”

It’s been months now since Pearce (your childhood friend and a Guardian of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower) and Oncyth (a lycanthropically-accursed elf you made your ally) agreed to ambush an agent of the Forces of Darkness on your behalf. You’d called it off, but Oncyth had held you to your word—that his participation would finally clear his ‘life-debt’ to you, incurred when you saved him from Unseelie slavery. In his curt way, with few words, the werewolf had conveyed that it was a matter of some urgency, and that he had no interest in haggling the terms and conditions of his emancipation form your service. You hadn’t been terribly bothered to retain him, mind you: you like him fine, but you value freedom.

The problem, of course, was PEARCE liked him more.

Logan Pearce is a heavyset and muscular blonde human man, the product of the farms outside Hawksong, magically-gifted but also gifted in strength and stature by that breeding and upbringing. He is also, ahem, a man of the sort who prefers the company of other men… Or, at least, of raven-haired elfmen. For the longest time, it was apparent he had feelings primarily or only for YOU, though neither of you ever truly spoke of it. With Oncyth’s appearance, though, there had been a shift in his gaze, and (as you discovered in embarrassing fashion) it was rather mutual.

“Will you be back?” you had thus asked Oncyth, and it was more for Pearce’s sake than for your own.

Oncyth had shaken his head.

“Why not?” you’d asked.

His eyes had drifted skywards. The sun was still up, though on its march downward from its noon zenith.

“A full moon is coming,” the wolf-elf had said. “Soon.”

>>5976785
You had recalled what the old spriggan on the Hill had told you, about the ‘moon-madness’ of those afflicted by the therianthropic curse. Obviously there was some truth to that, then, and not mere fairy prejudice.

“How did you cope with your… Condition… When you were waiting in Dappulyet?” you asked.

“Roamed,” Oncyth said simply, and then met your eyes with his intense, purplish ones. “Killed. Ate.”

“...Animals, or elves?”

He hadn’t been able to answer, or hadn’t wanted to. Maybe, when the moon was full, he couldn’t even remember.

What had you done, about the problem of Oncyth?
>You’d let him leave, and he hadn’t returned in the months since
[Oncyth leaves the party, Pearce is heartbroken, nobody is harmed]

>You’d asked him to stay, and bound him with the <Belt of Binding> to restrict his transformation
[There will be other complications, and you’ll lose a powerful magic item, but it will resolve the immediate issue]

>You and Pearce had worked with him to help him master his moon-madness without outside assistance
[Failure chance may incur some serious consequences, but on a success Oncyth gains full mastery of his transformations and mental state, you get an Unseelie Star Project research breakthrough, and you keep the <Belt of Binding> AND Oncyth]

>Write-in

>>5976786
>You and Pearce had worked with him to help him master his moon-madness without outside assistance
Go big or Go home.
We still have the Belt of Binding emergency shutdown solution - i'm not afraid to risk it as a fail-safe

>>5976786
>You and Pearce had worked with him to help him master his moon-madness without outside assistance

I'm totally willing to give up the belt of binding, but I'm sure Oncyth would prefer not being perma bound with a cursed item

also that research breakthrough

>>5976786
>You’d let him leave, and he hadn’t returned in the months since
don't feel like making Pearce bed-ridden so soon

>>5976786
>You and Pearce had worked with him to help him master his moon-madness without outside assistance

A research breakthrough could be useful. We don't know how difficult making the star will be.

>>5976786
>You and Pearce had worked with him to help him master his moon-madness without outside assistance

The unseelie star breakthrough is too good to pass up.

>>5977067
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>>5976807
You’d initially considered using the <Belt for Binding>, that exceptional magical implement which you and Nicolette had together devised to imprison the Prince Consort of Hawksong (also so-called ‘Dragon King’ of Bloodrise) in his true form. It would be suitable for purpose, keeping the elfman in his current form even if ‘moon-madness’ were to seize him. But then, you’d had second thoughts: ‘keeping’ and ‘imprisoning’ this ally—this friend—seemed fundamentally the wrong approach, even if it was the easier one. You also couldn’t bring yourself to just let him wander away to potentially savage some innocent, and to consign himself to savage solitude.

Besides, it would have broken Logan Pearce’s heart. This, more than anything else, you could not abide.

Pearce was eager to assist, as you expected he would be. The plan was simple: with his sword-cane staff at the ready, your big blonde brother-in-arms would stand by your side while you attempted to first soothe the savage beast within Oncyth, and then to uncover the mechanism by which the moon so maddened him. You bound him—loosely, with simple rope, as day died away and a full moon made ready to rise. It wouldn’t last long, and wasn’t designed to, but it would buy precious time.

“You don’t need to do this,” Oncyth had said, confused but obviously moved. “Our debt is squared. Neither of you owes me anything.”

“We know,” you said with a smile.

“Don’t make it weird,” Pearce had added, leaning on his cane. “Tips is just the kind of guy who likes to help, if you hadn’t realized.”

“Then why are you here?” Oncyth had asked, bluntly.

Pearce had coughed, looking away—and ceasing his subtle admiration the way the muscular elfman’s physique strained instinctively against his bindings, which you at least had picked up on, with some amusement.
“Well, you know,” Pearce had said. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“I fear that may be unavoidable,” the wolf-elf had said with a sour defeatism.

You and Pearce had exchanged a look, you recall, but neither of you had relented nor retreated. Pearce had been there for you, in your pursuit of Izirina and otherwise. This was the least you could do for him.

“Why don’t you tell us how you ended up like this?” you’d asked, to bide the time until the moon replaced the sun.

>>5976786
>You’d let him leave, and he hadn’t returned in the months since

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>>5977114
“Born this way,” Oncyth had replied.

“Then your whole family is… Like you?” you’d asked, surprised.

“Don’t know,” he’d replied, and when pressed added: “I don’t really remember them much. I think the first time the full moon rose, I must have…”

(Must have WHAT/ Run away? Been cast out? Slaughtered them all in a lupine fugue state? Oncyth wouldn’t elaborate beyond that, not on THAT subject.)

“Eventually met others like me—cursed ones, those who the moon transforms. Met an old one, once—older than most of us live, oldest one I’ve met… Besides myself, now, I guess. He said it’s an old curse—a curse in the blood, a curse that spreads like a disease. He says that those who first carried it were soldiers.”

“Soldiers?” you ask, fascinated in spite of the dire circumstances. “Soldiers in what war?”

“One of the old ones, between Light and Dark, Elf and Dragon,” he’d replied. “Those ones. They were servants of the gods, sort of like your ‘Paladins’ here… But I guess they failed, and in a major way.”

“And the Fairy Gods CURSED them and all their descendants, and anyone they bite… For failing centuries ago?” Pearce had asked, outraged.

“That can’t be right,” you’d agreed, because for all your disputes with the Bonum Chaoticum—the creators and honoured ancestors of your mother’s folk—you had NEVER Seen signs of such cruelty in them.

Oncyth had shrugged as best he could, simply replying: “That’s what he said. All I know is when the moon rises…”

He’d trailed off, as darkness settled in, the last rays of the sun disappearing through the branches of the grove where the three of you stood. It was the same one where you’d prepared to ambush Izirina’s ‘Nothic’ tutor a week before that night, now ironically repurposed for this new endeavour.

“I guess you’ll see,” Ocnyth had said, with a sigh that became a snarl.

Already-impressive musculature, lean in the elven way, ballooned out against the tightening bindings, forming the physique of a canid of ursine proportions—a black-furred wolf, thrashing, disoriented and agitated—almost rabid in its ravenous snapping and howling. Oncyth, in all his lycanthropic fury, would not long forget that he still had thumbs, though… or even if he did, you knew the rope wouldn’t hold him if his fury grew as his body had. The bright light of Holy Luna shone down, illuminating the mass of hairy muscle and directionless rage, for once bringing anything but purification and peace.

“Here goes nothing?” Pearce had quipped, rotating the head of his staff with a click and readying the sword within for a quick draw.

“Not nothing,” you’d replied, with all the confidence you could muster.

[Natural Philosophy roll to prevent Oncyth attacking anyone in his maddened state with magic and animal-handling skills; +1 DC for Arcana; DC 15 to <Calm>, DC 17 to <Free Senses>]

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>>5977116
>>5977115

You’d begun moving your hands and feet, drawing upon your inner well of arcane energies to cast a spell to free your friend’s addled mind. <Free Senses> would have been ideal, of course, but the fairy-spell was not as speedy a cast as a basic <Calm> spell—one fo the first you’d ever learned, and a personal favourite for defusing such situations. When Oncyth ahd burst his bonds—as you knew he would—it was this expedient measure which you ahd opted for…

>15

…And which, luckily, you had managed to cast. You’d narrowly dodged those snapping jaws the breadth of your torso, pinching your nose against the foul miasma which his ‘dire werewolf’ emitted with each huff and puff of his hellhound-hot breath. Your gentle touch had ended up more of a frantic slap, but it had sufficed to deliver the magical payload, and to briefly stun the slavering beast which, alas, had overtaken fair Oncyth. Indeed, you’d never before seen him so mad-dog as he was then—not under his own transformative power, not under Unseelie dominion.

“Tips!” Pearce had shouted, and had tackled the lycanthrope from the side, shoving him away and grappling his head. “Thank the Tower for <Bull’s Strength>, h-huh?”

You’d nodded, but even in that moment, it had been apparent that Pearce’s upcasted strength-spell could not match Oncyth’s primal wrath indefinitely. You had to work fast…

[Arcana + Feycraft + Natural Philosophy bonus die: 6d20. DC 15/18]

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>5977124
Well, already a crit, but I forgot a d20...

>>5977124
WE'RE INVINCIBLE

>>5977124
>>5977125
>>5977141
In the past, you’d used spells such as the <Rite of Attunement> to transform a person—to dilute their physical-spiritual traits among a group, to alleviate affliction by imbuing health and wellness. As a side effect, you had been able to change the nature of a spirit—almost CRAETE one, in Zith-Zi’s case—and to separate out and embody a mote of Hellish essence to create Carazzi. You had also, in the case of yourself, Izzy, and Costella, forged an attachment to another plane thanks to <Elemental Infusion>. On Holy Luna, you had added <Wildshape> to this repertoire, the fairy discipline by which you strongly suspected the elven warriors in Oncyth’s story had attained this wolf-shape which was now their descendant’s curse.

On that night, you’d combined each of these spells into one, singular masterwork.

You levelled your staff, the <Archmage’s Gift>, and let the electric energies to which it was naturally attuned give way to the healing intentions and holy lunar energies which were your own affinity. Oncyth has roared in fury, but Pearce had wrestled his mouth shut before a torrent of sickening wind could knock you off your feet and strip you of your strength.

“Take your time,” Pearce had grunted. “I can wrestle this big bastard all night, honest!”

Well, if this all went well, you supposed Pearce would have many a night to prove that sarcastic braggadocio true or false, under more pleasurable circumstances… That was what you were thinking, but it wasn’t what you’d said. The jokes could wait for later. Instead, aloud, you had spoken very different words:

“Cousin, child of the Sun and of the Moon, Adopted of the Woods, Heir to Freedom…”

Speaking aloud from the heart, in your native elventongue, you let your elven poet’s soul guide your tongue, as you rested the splayed, stubby branches of your lightning-struck staff to the black beast’s broad brow.

“…I release you from this burden, this curse, which was never yours to bear. Your grandmother’s house has become bane to you. Your freedom has become a brutal, corrupted thing—a violent nature, red in tooth and claw. Freedom has become a prison—a chaos which defies even the gentle guidance of a thinking mind, a noble heart. The body with which you were born has become prison to your mind and soul… And I now free you.”

You tapped his left shoulder.

“I free you from your ancestral obligations, and your bloodline’s history, and your own.”

You felt it then: the snapping of an unseen string, a binding cord broken. The moonlight of the clearing shimmered, sparkled, flickered. The snarling savage before you settled somewhat, staring with uncomprehending confusion.

You took a breath, and moved your staff to the right shoulder now, and spoke again:

“I free you from your curse, and your madness, and your guilt.”

>>5977159
You pulled the staff back from him then, evading snapping jaws that sprung loose from Pearce’s grasp. You jumped back as your burlier battle-mage companion stepped in to shield you, but…

“It’s okay,” you said.

>20

Oncyth had wailed, whined, and eventually howled in despair, and pain, and eventually in an ecstatic relief. The werewolf reared up on his hind legs, swatting and grasping at some invisible, intangible thing that had always been ether, and was no longer. Eventually, fur and fury and finally that fell form melted away, revealing a familiar, still rather impressively-built elfman, who fell to his hands and knees, gasping, and sobbing…

And finally, laughing. It was the first time you’d ever heard Oncyth laugh.

“Are… Are you alright?” Pearce had asked, taking off his robe and offering it to Oncyth, who simply nodded and accepted it, and your human friend’s gentle hands upon his shoulders.

“I’m free,” he’d replied. “I’m… I’m me.

Oncyth had looked to you then, in undisguised awe and gratitude.

“I just thought back to something the Nothic said,” you admit, cringing a little. “It had said that part of making the Unseelie’s star work would be severing their connection to the Celestial Gods, and then connecting them to something new. So, since you were obviously connected to the moon…”

“…You broke my connection to it,” Oncyth finished. “To them… The Goddesses of the Moon.”

You nodded, a little frightened by what you’d done, but also hopeful. After all, that experience—observing that transformation with a mage’s eyes, and a disciple’s sensibilities—was a breakthrough not just for Oncyth, but for YOU. Delving into the matrix of magic surrounding it, breaking some connections and establishing others… Freeing his senses, imbuing him with a connection not to Holy Luna or Holy Sol but to Old Maple Hill and the ambient energies here, it had weakened Oncyth…

But it would also serve as the blueprint for the Unseelie Star, and the uncertain future it heralded.

>UNLOCKED: The Rite of Attunement can be used to break a connection between a being and their 'native' plane or deities, and connect them to a new power-source

...

...

>>5977162
"...So," you conclude your story to a plainly-riveted Nicolette Testa, "last I saw him, Pearce was doing quite well. He's been coming by Old Maple Hill to see Oncyth every few days... And from what I hear, Oncyth might be going to visit the family farm soon."

"Oooh?" Testa asked. "Moving pretty fast, then, are they?"

"Well, as far as the Pearces know, Oncyth's just... A friend."

"Right. A 'roommate' soon, do you figure?" Testa asked wryly, finishing her tea.

"One step at a time," you said with a smile, taking the small kettle set betwixt the two of your and pouring your own.


What spell did you add to your standard repertoire that night?
>Greater Disjunction: You can sever a mage or magical creature, even a divinely-empowered one, from the source of its energies, instantly ending or preventing transformations and illusions, or otherwise dramatically weakening a foe
>Remove Curse: You can immediately end magical or physical afflictions, or even a divine geas, with your magic, curing even divine afflictions with a healing touch and granting true free will
>Imbue Wildshape: You can freely, and almost instantly, transfer characteristics from one being to another, allowing you or nearby individuals to shapeshift into a wide variety of animal forms... Including that of a powerful lupine humanoid

Also, choose one stat to increase:
>Arcana
>Natural Philosophy
>Courage
>Religion

>>5977163
>Greater Disjunction: You can sever a mage or magical creature, even a divinely-empowered one, from the source of its energies, instantly ending or preventing transformations and illusions, or otherwise dramatically weakening a foe
In an age of high magic the ability to shut down magic seems pretty handy

>Arcana

>>5977163
Remove curse and disjunction are both good… ah, man. This is tough.

>Greater Disjunction: You can sever a mage or magical creature, even a divinely-empowered one, from the source of its energies, instantly ending or preventing transformations and illusions, or otherwise dramatically weakening a foe

It covers more ground. We might need it in a fight.

>Arcana

>>5977163
>Imbue Wildshape: You can freely, and almost instantly, transfer characteristics from one being to another, allowing you or nearby individuals to shapeshift into a wide variety of animal forms... Including that of a powerful lupine humanoid

This spell is more inline with our long term research. And tip's theorizes that a version of this spell is what the fey used to create lycanthropes.

We could turn veloz into a weredragon or else cool like that. And i don't we are going to being fighting any more mages or people who draw on extra-planar energy any time soon.

>>5977163
>Greater Disjunction: You can sever a mage or magical creature, even a divinely-empowered one, from the source of its energies, instantly ending or preventing transformations and illusions, or otherwise dramatically weakening a foe

>Arcana

>>5977163
Abandon your futile quest and visit Witch Queen Mazela for her blessings

>>5977349
[Wrong quest, anon.]

Bait used to be believable.

>>5977163
>>Greater Disjunction: You can sever a mage or magical creature, even a divinely-empowered one, from the source of its energies, instantly ending or preventing transformations and illusions, or otherwise dramatically weakening a foe
In case we need to fight the dark gods' servants

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>>5977221
>+1 Arcana
>Learned: Greater Disjunction

“…Anyway, as a former ‘elven roommate’ of Pearce’s, I resent the implication.”

“Well I don’t know hat you DIDN’T ever do anything.”

“I did NOT—”

“Suuure, Tips.”

“Testa, I swear on all that’s holy and natural hat I will—”

“…Um, hey!”

Both you and Testa look up for your traditional friendly squabbling at the sound of another voice from the doorway. You gasp a little to see Costella there, beautiful as ever, but now clad in a stylishly sleeveless dress, dark cyan and white and with white elbow-length gloves. In one hand she clutches what looks to be a purse of the same hue, albeit covered in some sort of soft fur, while in the other she holds a detachable cowl or capelet of the same material in white—too hot for desert daytime temperatures, but no doubt useful for a Hawksong or Old maple Hill winter. The halfling assistants, working under Testa’s instructions, have produced a something at once elegant and, well, rather SEXY—cinched up beneath Costella’s not-unimpressive bosom, with the skirt of the dress flaring out and cascading won beneath it, it accentuates her figure incredibly well, and the colour brings out her eyes and suits her freckles, which fleck her cleavage, neck, and face like seafoam from the faint oceanic dress. Lace accents only add to the effect, so it becomes easy to imagine this woman as some sort of sea-born oceanid fey.

“Wow!” you simply say.

“Good work, girls!~” Testa hails the little women peaking out from behind Costella.

You go to your fiancé and, a little swept up in the moment despite yourself, your hands find her hips as you look her up and down.

“So, like, you liiike it?” Costella asks, cheeks a little rosy at the public display of affection.

“You’re stunning,” you tell her.

“It’s not exactly, like, a WEDDING dress, though, like you said,” Costella notes.

“It’s not exactly a wedding you say,” and then add: “Yet.”

Costella’s flush deepens, and she giggles, and you exchange a quick peck on the lips before turning to Nicolette Testa and the halfling women who have assembled to discuss their craft with her.

“We’ll have to hire this fine establishment's services again someday in the future, when we’re ready for an actual ceremony,” you say, loudly enough to be heard over the excited chatter of the half-dozen little women.

Testa takes a bow, and grins, adding: “We’re not done here yet, though. Your turn, now! Girls, strip him!”

“H-hey,” you blurt out, “wait a minute!”

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>>5977617
But there is no waiting. Many small but determined hands push you along, pinching or poking you whenever you object or push back. Soon enough they’ve ripped away your outer attire to reveal your blood-stained undershirt and trousers, both of that pristine and somewhat-reflective Lunar white. They coo and pull gently at the fabric, admiring the material and clucking their tongues at the rips and stains, speaking quickly in a patois-common that is difficult for you to follow.

“W-what was that, again? Slower, please?”

"You spoil up dis outfit nasty, man. Yuh want we fuh change um straight, or keep some ah um?"

“Oh, uh… Keep the shirt, maybe?”

"Yeah, man,” the halfling woman replies skeptically. “You is de boss."

"De customa always right,” agrees another.

The bloodstains will be covered up, based on the designs Testa had been doodling, but the shirt itself has a great deal of sentimental value to you—as a gift from Nym and Devi, the Lunar Eladrin who had been your attendants and friends for a year, as a reminder to yourself and others of your journey to Holy Luna and your time as a student of the Sacrae Scholae Lunae, and even the red-blown flecks and splotches serve as a reminder of your struggles for (and against) the Sylvan Realms. Hidden and kept close to your breast, the fine glossy shirt brings you a strange sense of comfort and continuity, even as a very different, much more ‘fashionable’ sleeveless tunic-robe is constructed around you and your pants replaced with a patterned pair.

"You wan some symbol?” asks one of the halfling girls.

“Uh?”

She puts her hands on her hips and frowns, attempting to clarify: “Coat of arms, or a company stamp, or suh?"

“Well…”
>You request the stoat symbol of your father, Rudolfo, which he wore upon his adventuring outfit
>You request the New Moon symbol of Princess Miannie, your mother’s patron deity
>You request a symbol of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower, the so-called spire-and-star
>You take a symbol of your own—perhaps a maple leaf and cluster of berries, to represent the Hill?
>No need—your words and actions will speak for themselves
>Write-in

[C]

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>>5977621
With you and Costella both festooned in fine fabric once more, and both looking quite good in your estimation, you pay up and bid your friend Testa a fond farewell.

“What, no friends-and-family discount?” you ask.

“I ought to add a ‘shrunk me two inches shorter without asking’ tax, really,” Testa replies, taking your jingle coin-purse with a smile and wink.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” Costella adds. “Iz can, like, totally whip up a portal and bring you over any time you feel like it!”

“It WAS nice catching up,” Testa admits, and looks wistful.

“I’m sure Zith-Zi and Carazzi would be happy to see you, too.”

Testa shoots you a half-hearted glare.

“Huh?” Costella asks, leaning in to whisper into your ear: “What’s THAT about?”

“I’ll fill you in n the way home,” you tell her, and shortly thereafter you make your leave and do so.

Is there anything else you discuss with Testa before you leave?
>Yes [write-in]
>No

Do you have anything else to discuss with Costella before the meeting with her parents?
>So, what’s this ‘Carlos’ guy like? Should you expect any trouble?
>What did she mean her parents MOSTLY like you?
>Maybe Costella has some thoughts about how to cheer Izzy up?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance
>No need—let’s just get this ‘engagement’ sorted out and get back to work
>Write-in

>>5977621
>No need—your words and actions will speak for themselves
>>5977626
>No
>What did she mean her parents MOSTLY like you?
>Maybe Costella has some thoughts about how to cheer Izzy up?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance

>>5977621
>You request the New Moon symbol of Princess Miannie, your mother’s patron deity
I’m still interested in that Moon magic, damnit!

>>5977626
>Yes [Shirin]
Vision quest! Besides, a callback to the Infiltrator days would be nice.

>So, what’s this ‘Carlos’ guy like? Should you expect any trouble?
>What did she mean her parents MOSTLY like you?
>Maybe Costella has some thoughts about how to cheer Izzy up?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance
The first two are for comedic value, the second two are more serious.

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>>5977621
Symbol breakdown:

Central spike represents the archmage’s tower and the pursuit of the stars
Circle represents the moon
Right side (field of spikes) represents the old maple hill - large spike in the middle is the elderly tree spirit
Left side (open palm hand) represents our commitment to pacifism and preservation of life

any similarities to the Dishonored symbol is completely intentional.

>>5977626
>So, what’s this ‘Carlos’ guy like? Should you expect any trouble?
>What did she mean her parents MOSTLY like you?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance
Tell them straightway our relatives live in the syvlan realms; they will not be able to attend any events in hawksong for the foreseeable future.

>>5977621
>>You take a symbol of your own—perhaps a maple leaf and cluster of berries, to represent the Hill?

>>5977729

am >>5977254

>Maybe Costella has some thoughts about how to cheer Izzy up?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance

>>5977621
>You request the New Moon symbol of Princess Miannie, your mother’s patron deity
Symbolic olive branch

>No
>Maybe Costella has some thoughts about how to cheer Izzy up?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance
These are related, and I'm sure Costella wants Izzy to be happy too

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>>5977656
Before you activate the enchanted envelope which Izirina left in your care, you take a moment to gaze down upon the symbol sewn onto the breast of your new robes—a last-minute addition, spurred on by the halfling seamstress’ heraldic inquiries. Neither the Miouses nor the Houtzmans really have any symbol of that nature, not being nobles or founders of any royally-recognized guild or Sylvan holy order. As much as you've come to love your father, the 'Van Houtzmann Weasel' isn't really an adequate substitute, and will only draw more attention to your unimpressive pedigree and lack of wealthy family backing if it gets brought up. In lieu of this, you invented your own--a representation of your journey, your accomplishments, and the status you DO have: a central circular shape to represent Holy Luna—still sacred to you, even now—with a spire attesting to your status as Archmage’s Apprentice. To either side, you styled smaller protrusions represent Old Maple Hill (not YOUR land exactly, but certainly emblematic of your importance to Hawksong) and the open palm of greeting and peace.

“What’s it mean?” Costella asks, unexpectedly close to you and staring down at the same symbol.

“Just something I came up with, to show that you’re not engaged to some vagrant,” you say modestly, and not just because you feel a little self-conscious explaining every influence aloud.

“Well DUH,” Costella says with a smile, pulling you into a hug and looking down into your eyes. “I’m only engaged to a HERO who goes around, like, saving lives and stopping WARS all day!”

“Well, maybe not EVERY day,” you say, though you can’t help but smile.

“Thanks for bringing me along, Ez, really.” Costella says. “And for the dress, but mostly… It was, like, really nice to have just some ‘us’ time. I know I’m not really any help on all those magicky projects you and Iz get up to…”

“Hey, none of that,” you scold her gently. “We’ve talked about this. You’re the one who keeps the Hill GOING while we’re busy with ‘magicky’ stuff.”

“W-well, either way, it was nice to have a ‘date day’, just the two of us… And Nicky… And a bunch of halflings.”

She squeezes your hand.

“Time to go?”

You nod, and turn to wave to the Margot’s Tower. Testa and her helpers all wave back from the window of the strange little boutique’s third floor. Then, you produce the envelope from your pocket, place your fingers upon the lilac seal, and will a small portion of your magic into the sigil to active the enchantment within. A moment later, the two of you are reunited with Izirina just outside your familiar tent.

“Oh!” Izzy says, looking at the two of your in your fanciful new attire. “…You both look nice.”

>>5977780
“Thanks, Iz!” Costella says, giving her a big squeeze. “We should like, TOTALLY get Testa to do up an outfit for you.”

“I already have two sets of robes and one pair of sleep-clothes,” Izirina notes neutrally, but with a hint of hope adds: “I DO have quite a bit of gold in my personal account, though…”

She looks at you, and her brow furrows for just a second.

“Another time, maybe. After things are sorted out in regards to this… Engagement.”

Izirina retires unusually early, leaving you and Costella alone again. Of course, it’s a shared tent, but the shift in her tone and body language gives you pause.

“Do you think taking her to get a dress might cheer her up?” you ask Costella in hushed tone, for you can see our OTHER significant is concerned as well.

“Well shopping always makes ME feel better!” Costella’s easy smile turns back to a frown as she looks towards the tent. “But, like… I think Iz is a little different than me that way.”

“Testa thought this whole ‘engagement’ thing might be making her feel… Insecure.”

Costella’s frown turns to an expression of outright dismay.

“Oh gosh, she probably feels like it’s just you and me getting married and, like, leaving her out! I knew it, I, like, messed everything up!”

“Hey, hey,” you say, taking her hand in yours and forcing her to meet your gaze and NOT to charge into the tent. “It’s fine. After all… Any marriage is a long ways off, right? This is just to make your parents feel more comfortable… Right?”

“R-right,” Costella mumbles, a little crestfallen.

“We’re all committed to one another,” you press on, trying to resuscitate her spirits. “TOGETHER, we’ll make this work.”

“Well, like… Maybe then what we ought to do is some sort of… Together-thing? Like… Like a little trip, the three of us, once, like, everything’s cleared up with Mama and Papa!”

You smile and nod. It sounds like a good idea to you! Though, well, it depends on how things progress on the Hill, and with the Unseelie Star…

(You love your ‘job’, such as it is, but it really doesn’t afford you much free time these days.)

“Speaking of Mister and Missues Fanucci… What did you mean when you said they MOSTLY liked me?” you can’t help but ask, now that the spectre of your ‘in-laws’ has been raised.

“Well, you know…” she says, fidgeting and avoiding your eyes. “It’s just that Papa is kind of traditional about, like, boy stuff and girl stuff, and what makes a man, like, GOOD enough for his daughter.”

You wait expectantly, and eventually Costella just blurts it out:

“Well, like, you’re kind of, like… Short, and skinny, and you don’t really do a physical job or anything involving, like… Buying or selling or making stuff, I guess?”

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“I earn a steady income from the Tower now,” you remind her. “I just bought us enchanted clothing from a boutique that outfits nobility!”

“I know, I know!” Costella assures you, patting at your hair and cheeks urgently. “But, like… You don’t own a HOUSE, you know? Or have a business… Or anything else like that. And even then, I think Papa just sort of thinks certain jobs are, like... lazy, or not 'real' work?"

Well, that hardly strikes you as fair. It's not as if your 'work' hasn't involved strenuous physical exertion. If MOST of it is scholarly research or memorization and implementation of arcane theory, the OTHER portion has involved life-and-death battles and travels half-way across the continent! Though you suppose even those examples are quite far from the day-to-day life of a man like Mister Fanucci, who owns a sort of tool-and-furniture store and carves much of his merchandise himself...

“But Missus Fanucci is fine with the idea, right?”

Costella chews her lip, and you groan.

“But I thought she loved me!” you say.

“She does! She, like, TOTALLY does, Ez!” she says. “But, like… She’s pretty religious.”

“So am I!” you protest.

“Yeah, but it’s a totally different religion,” Costella points out, fairly. “Mama’s the type of lady who geos to holy festival days, and says her prayers of thanks every night and morning, and stops by the temples with donations whenever something good OR something bad happens, and asks clerics for advice.”

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>>5977789
It’s true that day-to-day human faith—primarily worship of the Bonum Legale or Lawful Good Gods—is outside of your usual wheelhouse. You’re actually surprised by how little you really KNOW about the faith of your father’s folk, despite living in or around Hawksong most of your life. You know the basics, of course—that Moroth and Marese are mother and father at the head of an expansive pantheon composed of their children, to whom they have delegated aspects of worldly life. Each of those Gods of Order then provides teachings, blessings, and advice to Mankind and those other races which adhere to the faith, by way of temples and clerics, who in turn inform a great deal of the law and policy throughout the domains loyal to Hawksong’s Crown. Those temples serve as centres of charity, sanctuary, dispute-resolution, and education in secular and religious matters alike, provide healing, and help sponsor and organize community festivals and events to celebrate the gods and heroes who built and protect the civilization in which you all live.

There are similarities to your practice as a Disciple of the True Fey, but the relationships and structures within the Law Gods’ faith is rather more hierarchical, legalistic, and officious than what you are familiar with, their ceremonies less uninhibited and their deities more distant and impersonal. For you, meeting a ‘lesser god’ or ‘demigod’ from among the immortal pantheon of the Bonum Chaoticum is as easy as trekking up a hill with some cookies and an open mind and heart (and elven eyes to see them). For a follower of the Bonum Legale, a visitation by one of their angel emissaries is an incredibly rare and auspicious occasion, demanding reverence, penitence, and total humility.

>>5977791
"I'm sure it'll be fine!' Costella is quick to reiterate. "They know your'e a good guy! And important, and cute, and a really thoughtful lover--"

"I HOPE they don't know the last one," you mutter.

"Well, like, okay, that's just me and Iz who know that," Costella admits. But Mama and Papa don't have, like, a PROBLEM with you. You're just, like... Maybe not exactly who they pictured me MARRYING, I guess?"

Will you undertake any efforts to change the Fanuccis’ opinion of you as a man, before you meet with them for this formal family sit-down?
>Maybe you could help organize the production of goods around Old Maple Hill into something more like a guild, and see about selling some of what you produce in Hawksong?
>You’ve been living in a tent for a while… maybe it’s time you started construction of a house, the first permanent domicile in the Hill?
>You could approach Izzy’s adoptive mother, your Master, about a formal residence in the Hawksong Mages’ Tower?
>Perhaps you should asks your philandering and swashbuckling father, Rudolfo Van Houtzmann, about the ways of charm and machismo?
>A visit to the religious quarter and consultation with a cleric—maybe even a paying-of-alms and a prayer for guidance and aid from one of the Gods of Order could be in order…
>No need—you’ve got this, and you don’t want to stress yourself, or overthink things, or put on some phony act
>Write-in

>>5977729
We had a tie between a custom symbol and a moon symbol, so I made an executive decision to reward this high-effort post.

>>5977626
>What did she mean her parents MOSTLY like you?
>It might be a good idea to temper expectations a LITTLE—you aren’t so sure about setting a date for any weddings until this ‘plural marriage’ matter is sorted, for instance

supporting >>5977729 for the symbol

>>5977797
[Bit late, anon, but it's okay -- your choices were selected!]

>>5977792
>Maybe you could help organize the production of goods around Old Maple Hill into something more like a guild, and see about selling some of what you produce in Hawksong?
leaning towards this since it'll help our community gain some income. also I should've doot before voting.

>>5977792
>A visit to the religious quarter and consultation with a cleric—maybe even a paying-of-alms and a prayer for guidance and aid from one of the Gods of Order could be in order…

>>5977792
>Regarding the unilateral decision of QM
How dared you favorise the thing I was too lazy to add a +1 because I also didn't want to clutter the thread with 3 vote message back to back?

>You’ve been living in a tent for a while… maybe it’s time you started construction of a house, the first permanent domicile in the Hill?

>>5977792
>A visit to the religious quarter and consultation with a cleric—maybe even a paying-of-alms and a prayer for guidance and aid from one of the Gods of Order could be in order…

Rather not build a house in our fey commune where we're in touch with nature

Also what would we sell, the goodberries? Kinda worried about doing that.

>>5977856
[The Old Maple Hill commune also produces a few more mundane goods... Not in quantity or quality sufficient to make Tips and company rich, but slightly more than they technically need.]

>>5977860
Alright I can get behind selling those as well, it's just for appearances anyway really

>>5977792
>Maybe you could help organize the production of goods around Old Maple Hill into something more like a guild, and see about selling some of what you produce in Hawksong?

We’re not changing your faith or anything of the sorts. An additional source of income is good for the people here - a little more self-sufficiency won’t hurt.

appreciate it.

>>5977821
Don’t be. It’s not that long.

>>5977974
>>5977856
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>>5977803
Old Mapel Hill’s little community ahs grown in productivity since you returned and started taking and active hand in day-to-day affairs. Part of that is the use of your own magic, of course—your specialty IS in healing and improving upon the conditions of biological life, which has increased yields of eggs, milk, wool, and more. Another part is your parley with the local fairy court—when fey spirits descend from the hill and dance with the bees and butterflies, plants grow faster and endure hardship more readily. Another part is simply that Costella has been around more, really only traveling into town every other week.

This time, you decide to go with her. You recruit your human cousin (by marriage, at least) Adolf, and a few others. Together, you gather up some of your surplus, to bring it to the ‘main street market’ as it is often called. Together with them, and with Costella, you erect a small stall to hock your various plant and animal products.

“Are you sure about this, Ezreal?” Adolf asks, furtive eyes flickering rom one passerby to another. “If things get ‘difficult’ wkith the city, we won’t be able to spend the coin we make, but storing this surplus would make us self-suffciient.”

“You’re too paranoid, Addy,” you tell him. “Queen Ekaterine is an ally… And even that ‘Prince Consort’ of hers owes us one.”

“As if a snake like that knows the first thing about gratitude!” Adolf scoffs. “And everyone knows the Queen does whatever he says.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” you say, recalling Hawksong’s young queen and her aura of authority—sufficient, you suspect, to even cow the so-called ‘Dragon King of Bloodrise’, known locally by his cover-identity ‘Prince Consort Long Wang, the Eastern Exorcist’.

You’re no merchant, sadly, and neither is Cousin Addy. Your goods are also, admittedly nothing special. They are fairly good quality, by your estimation—full, ripe, delicious vegetables, and good quality animal products as well—but none of this is anything that a ‘shining city’ like Hawksong hasn’t seen before, in greater quantity and quality.

“Should we lower the prices?” you worry aloud.

“What?” Costella asks. “No way! Like, if you do THAT, people will walk all over you! In Hawksong, it’s all about making sure people know what you’ve got is worthwhile. If you drop the price down to the floor, they’ll, like, think your GOODS are low quality, too!”

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>>5978031
As it turns out, Costella Fanucci is not just a merchant’s daughter, but a shrewd saleswoman herself. You can’t help but wonder—privately, internally—if the boost in mental acuity which accompanied her transformation into a feminine ‘paragon’ is partly responsible, too. Her enthusiasm and allure can’t be understated in its effect, as she bounds up and down the section of the market you’ve staked out. Her ‘marketing strategy’ pays off, too: after the first couple days fail to meet her expectations, she helps your companions to construct and paint a sign depicting a pixie, holding a folded-over leaf like a platter full of merchandise, and starts referring to your stall as “The Old Maple Hill Fairy Market” with “All-Natural Elven Products”, which is all… SORT of accurate, and certainly garners more attention.

“When the animals are raised by elves, their milk and eggs just taste better,” one patron says.

“Is that so?” you ask, loathe to contradict them. “Well, I try to keep them happy and healthy…”

“This wool is so much softer than human-raised sheep!”

“Haha, yeah…”

“It’s, like, all about PERCEPTION,” Costella says sagely, arms crossed beneath her chest and a proud expression on her face. “You’re, like, the ULTIMATE quality-assurance mascot, Tips! Especially for people that know you helped cure the pox!”

“Hm,” you reply, a little morally ambivalent about the whole thing.

But these ARE quality products, after all… And the animals ARE happy and healthy… And it supports the Old Maple Hill community…

(And your image as a savvy businessman, maybe?)

Soon enough, the fateful day approaches. Wearing your new Testa-designed attire, you and Costella each kiss Izirina goodbye, promising to return soon.

“…Right,” Izzy says.

You exchange a look with Costella, whose own expression mirrors your own.

“Say, Izzy, we’ve been thinking…” you begin.

“Like, would you like to maybe take some kind of trip with me and Ez, when we’re done with this?”

“A trip?” Izzy asks, perking up a little bit. “To where?”

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>>5978032
Izzy has always been fond of travel, especially to mystical and fantastical places. Your current plans for the Unseelie Star—the centre of your research lately, and thus your life—call for ‘ingredients’ from two such communities. You were advised by the dark spirit called ‘The Nothic’ to sue than elixir composed primarily of the juices of the <Goodberries> which you brought home from Holy Luna, empowered by the energies of the Elemental Planes and kept stable by storing it in peculiar crystals found in the subterranean realm of the ‘Drow’ dark elves. While you’ve decided to deviate from that formula and limit the amount of power provided to the Unseelie Fey, you’ve found no suitable alternative to the Drow crystals, and even your alternative to the extraplanar energies involves a trip into the Goblin Wastes, to visit the ‘sand elves’ of the Neme-Ashurati and the elemental fey who comprised their guiding court. Either could be a worthy destination for someone with interests like Izzy’s.

Where do you propose the of you travel together?
>Wevenore, the ‘Oasis of Crystal and Silk’ of the dark elven race
>The hidden sanctuaries of the Neme-Ashurati sand elves
>Somewhere else, to seek ingredients and diversions of another sort… [Where?]
>Actually, nevermind [Opt out of this travel plotline]

[Pick one, please.]

>>5978033
I thought theral was supposed to get the crystals for us?

And I faintly recall our recipe was

Goodberry elixir + fire from hell planes / elemental / holy luna moon + crystal + sever old ties + rite

>>5978055
>I thought theral was supposed to get the crystals for us?
[He promised to get you an 'in', and he could probably see about fetching you some, but if Tips and Costella are interested in taking a trip with Izzy and/or investigating the nature and origin of these unusual mineral formations which defy current understandings of magical theory... Well, it's an option for a reason!]

>Goodberry elixir + fire from hell planes / elemental / holy luna moon + crystal + sever old ties + rite
[At the end of last thread the vote was to modify it to Queen Banelight's blood elixir + native elemental energies of the sort the Neme-Ashurati's patrons channel + Drow crystals + sever old ties + rite, with the objective of not following the Nothic's advice if at all possible.]

>>5978057
Ah. I remember now.

I recall Tips saying he can’t go on such a trip right now because of commitments to the archmage. On that note, how much does she know about the unseelie star project?

>>5978065
>I recall Tips saying he can’t go on such a trip right now because of commitments to the archmage
[More his commitments to the Hill and the people and fairies there, and to his girlfriends and family. And there HAS been a timeskip during which he spent a fair amount of time there, slept in the camp every night, and devoted his time and energy towards teaching the 'locals' Feycraft philosophy, and helped them become self-sufficient enough to sell off surplus goods.]

>On that note, how much does she know about the unseelie star project?
[The Archmage? Nothing, unless Izzy has told her, or she's learned by some other means. By default, I write Tips as keeping any new magical project anons have voted to tell Archmage Henzler secret, since the general approach to her tends to be mistrust and people have repeatedly voted not to involve her.]

>>5978033
>Wevenore, the ‘Oasis of Crystal and Silk’ of the dark elven race
>>5978065
nothing, since we haven't told her.

>>5978070
+1

I’d rather deal with the elves last. They might not be the same people as the ones in sylvan realms but the things we’ve done probably didn’t go unnoticed.

am>>5977974

>>5978033
>Wevenore, the ‘Oasis of Crystal and Silk’ of the dark elven race
Best place to take Izzy, very foreign and she can teleport us out if things go poorly
Though Theral guaranteed our safety so things shouldn't go poorly.

>>5978033
>Somewhere else, to seek ingredients and diversions of another sort… [Where? A wealthy eastern city.]

The dark elves are racist, their AMBASSADOR used a racail slur against when we were in hawksong. And they along with the dark fey were planning to spark a war and attack our homeland. we shouldn't go there they might take us hostage our lynch tips which would be a bad vacation.

>>5978033
>>The hidden sanctuaries of the Neme-Ashurati sand elves

I still want to find an external shell alternative.

>>5978033
>The hidden sanctuaries of the Neme-Ashurati sand elves
Honestly I'm afraid the drow would offer Izzy some dark knowledge for their nefarious ends, once they realise how much of a sucker for it she is, and we will have double the Nothic problem.

>>5978033
>>5978170
>The hidden sanctuaries of the Neme-Ashurati sand elves.

Going anywhere is better than going to wevenore.

[I' may take one of my rare days off, I think. I may post later tonight if I'm feeling it, but I got some demoralizing news at work and am feeling pretty down-in-the-dumps.]

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>>5978730
I’m sorry to hear that RQM, I hope everything works out for you. And remember, you’re awesome :^)

>>5978730
Take your time.

>>5978730
dang bro
hope all is well

>>5978730
take your time bro, we'll be waiting

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[Thanks anons. An episode of Frieren and generous pour of proper Canadian rye whiskey went a good, long way to improving my mood and getting the creative juices flowing again.]

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“The Neme-Ashurati?”

“Well, technically either ‘the Neme’ or ‘The Ashurati’… And I’ve heard of it being pronounced ‘ASHERati’, too.”

“Oh, are those the elves you told me about that can, like, swim throughs and stuff?” Costella asks.

“Technically more of a ‘genasi’ than an elf,” you correct Costella. “It’s like an elementally-attuned fairy descendant, but—”

“Wow! I’ve never meta sand-elf before!” Costella gushes.

“They’re not ‘sand-elves’, Costella,” you sigh.

“…Elemental fairies?”

You both look to Izzy who, while she is still sulking, is unable to hide the curiosity in her voice, and whose shaded gasses are woefully-insufficient to hide the flashes of fiery light which tend to flare up when her eyes are wide and her interest piqued. Costella grins, giving you an utterly-unsubtle thumbs up and wink, and you stifle a small laugh.

“I thought it might be useful to discuss our ‘Unseelie Star’ problem with them, given their affinities,” you say, “but you never DID get to see the Goblin Wastes last time I encountered them, so if you’d be interested—”

“Yes,” Izzy says quickly.

You don’t bother hiding the laugh this time, and you nod.

“Well, we’ll make plans as soon as this whole, ah, SITUATION Is sorted out, then. How about that?”

Izirina frowns, as if trying to figure out whether this is some sort of trick or manipulation. The battle is already won, though, and you both know it. Izirina has NEVER been able to hide her interest in fey magic or the cultures of the East; if the Goblin Wastes are bit less exotic than the distant Oriental lands, the Neme are far more exotic than some Easterling human city… At least, to a human like Izzy.

“I’ll pack my things,” Izzy says.

“Well, we’re not going yet, but…”

You trail off, because Izirina Henzler is already off like a bullet rom a dwarven hand-cannon.

“Good thinking,” Costella whispers, watching as the third member of your triumvirate bustles about, popping in and out of the tent and grabbing various tools and reagents from her scattered ‘field laboratories’ around the area.

In truth, you’re a little excited yourself. It’s been a while since you last visited these distant cousins or the strange, harsh clime in which they dwell. You recall fondly your training there, and the strange sand-filled sanctuary in which you learned the <Daylight> spell. You wonder if you’ll see your old acquaintance Nemenmo, who taught it to you, and what else you might learn…

But one thing at a time.

“Uh, Izzy? We still nee that <Dimension Door>!”

“Huh? Oh, right!”

>>5978807
One of the many wonders brought about by izirina Henzler’s mastery of advanced conjuration is that you very rarely need to make the journey between Old Maple Hill and Hawksong by foot anymore, nor pass through the city’s many guarded checkpoints. It’s actually quite the security risk… Or would be, you suppose, if anyone else had access to the same degree of spellcraft as your rival-turned-lover. Luckily (?) few if ANY other mages have such capabilities…

“For now.”

“What was that, Ez?”

“Oh, uh, nothing,” you reply.

Costella doesn’t look convinced, but drops the matter. For now, <Dimension Door> and Izirina’s other derivative spells are simply a great convenience. For instance, it allows Costella and yourself to arrive in Hawksong instantly, albeit a little ways away from Costella’s family home, with your formal attire unruffled.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you complain as the two of you trek the remainder of the journey, ‘but why didn’t she teleport us all the way there?”

“Well, like… It only Izzy send someone somewhere she’s been, or knows about, right?” Costella muses. “I guess she could have done that whole ‘spiritual communion’ thingy, but she was pretty excited, so she probably just didn’t, like, think about it?”

“She’s never visited you at home?” you ask, a little surprised, given how close the girls have grown and how long their own relationship has been developing.

“Well, like… She’s busy all the time, so I get it,” Costella says, suddenly self-conscious. “And I’ve never met HER mom, either, you know?”

“Yeah, but YOUR parents are actually pleasant people,” you say sourly, grimacing at the thought of how your master, the Archmage, would react to someone like Costella.

It’s true, too: you’ve spent a fair amount of time with Costella, especially after the ‘incident’ which transformed the three of you and the awkwardness with Izirina thereafter. It was then that you first began to fall in love with her, you suspect , though Costella realized the depth and nature of the feelings faster than you did. Your first kiss was in the same home which you now stand at the entrance of, over two years ago. During your time there, you had ample opportunity to get to know Edmondo and Ines Fanucci, and her younger siblings Rosella and Gabriele. You were never CLOSE in the same way you grew close with the extended Houtzman clan during your stay with your father’s family, but they seemed nice, and your relationship was more than cordial, in large part due to the gratitude they obviously felt for your restoration of their eldest daughter to health, wellness, and beauty.

When you knock on the door, and Edmondo opens it, things are… A bit different.

>>5978808
“Papa!”

“Hello, Mister Fanucci,” you greet him.

“Hm?” Mister Fanucci grunts, glancing your way with a squint, and then beaming at his daughter. “Costella! Oh, you look beautiful. What a fine dress!”

“Thank you, Papa! Ez bought it for me.”

The older man—well, not THAT much older you suppose, but at least 50-something, and aged in the manner of Men rather than Elves—looks at you again. He has a slight hunch, and is balding, and his moustache—the same shade as Costella’s hair—offers him still great maturity in his bearing. He is still strongly-built, though, in the manner of labourers, and his well-worn hands are steady and steely, just as his gaze now is.

“The Archmage considers dresses business expenses now?”

“Uh,” you say, a little thrown by the question.

“Actually, Papa, Ez and I have been, like, selling some of the stuff folks have been growing and making at Old Maple Hill!”

“Oh? So you’ve got my princess doing farmhand’s work? And running a stall for you to buy her own dresses?”

“Well, that’s not really—”

“Papa…” Costella demurs quietly.

“Well, come in, come in!” the man says, beckoning you both. “Don’t just stand there. My home is your home…”

He scrunches his nose a little as he realizes what he’s said, and the newfound dimensions to the statement.

“After all, I hear we’re to be family.”

You follow them in, and are immediately hit by familiar scents. First is the smell of wood-shavings and glue, from Mister Fanucci’s workshop, which take sup most of the initial living-space. Beneath and behind that lays the subtle, savoury spiciness of Missus Ines Fanucci’s home-cooking, which you’ve had cause to enjoy in the past. You haven’t actually eaten any MEAT in a few months now—part of your teaching upon the Hill has been how to coexist with domestic and wild animals without doing unnecessary harm—but it smells like you’ll be having some tonight. Your stomach growls at the guilty pleasure of the thought.

“You’ll find the first few years of business mean a lot more of that growling,” Mister Fanucci says, giving your stomach a light slap with the back of his hand. “I expect that will only be YOU feeling that hunger, though, huh? Not my Costa?”

“We have enough food at the Hill, actually,” you say. “In fact, well, one of our projects is going to quite possibly revolutionize agriculture altogether.”

“Bah, rabbit food!” Mister Fanucci sniffs, and waves you towards the kitchen. “Tonight we’ll remind you how men eat.”

(…)

>>5978811
Costella has already gone ahead, and its excitedly chattering with her mother, a shorter, auburn-haired woman who, if a bit older than you, is at least a decade younger than her husband: Ines Fanucci, her mother. She has her daughters curves, which you pointedly do NOT notice at all actually, and in truth you think she's only a few years older than you.

“Costella, you’re so DARK,” she gasps. “That’s no good! You were always so pretty and fair.”

“Mama, I’m FINE, really,” she says. “It’s just a bit of a tan.”

“A FARMER'S tan,” Mister Fanucci adds, drawing a wide-eyed look from his wife, who then glares at you, waving a spoon.

“You have people for this sort of thing, I thought, Ezreal? Why is my daughter out in the fields, getting a tan like some… Some drifter or labourer?”

“Mama, it’s NICE working out in the sun! And I, like… Don’t think I can really GET sunburnt anymore?"

Costella and her mother both look to you for confirmation, and you can only shrug.

“Haven’t got around to researching THAT yet, then?” Mister Fanucci asks. “Maybe on your next year away—”

“Papa!”

“—When you leave my daughter all alone and worried and probably PREGNANT—”

“Edmondo!”

You blink a couple times, processing all the implications and formulating a response to all this.
>Remind the Fanuccis that their daughter was quite likely incapable of having children at ALL, before you cured her dragon-pox affliction
[Stand your ground, risk rudeness or argument]

>Reassure them that there’s not going to be any surprise pregnancies and, if the time does come for that, your days of leaving on extended ‘work trips’ is in the past
[Take a responsible posture, play the part of the reliable son-in-law]

>Laugh it off and settle in for dinner
[Stay quiet, keep your head down, let Costella lead]

>Change the subject...But to what?
[Evade questioning, attempt to steer conversation; write-in a subject if you have one in mind]

>Write-in

>>5978813
>Change the subject...But to what ?
"Speaking of year-long trips, now that Prince Longwang returned from his I think people might calm themselves a little after that uncertain time."
I'd pick option one, but it's kinda risky. Option 2 we basically eat it for free and 3 is basically cucking out so awkward conversation it is.

>>5978813
>Reassure them that there’s not going to be any surprise pregnancies and, if the time does come for that, your days of leaving on extended ‘work trips’ is in the past

>>5978837
I don't know what social war you're trying to fight here but I assure you #2 is a normal and acceptable response.

>>5978813
>>Remind the Fanuccis that their daughter was quite likely incapable of having children at ALL, before you cured her dragon-pox affliction

Reminds me of my first meeting with my Mother In Law where I had to pull up my sleeves to show I hadn't needle marks (because of my long hair)

She dropped the subject but I later learned she wasn't convinced because "all addicts use needles in between their toes"

>>5978813
I understand his concerns - but I will stand my ground.

“Mister Fanucci. Our business - is - a collaborative effort. She has been of great help to us - especially marketing and sale. I will not push her to do anything she does not want to - but equally I will not forbid her, within reason. I want us both to stand as equals in marriage.”

“And on the matter of blackness. You mustn’t worry about it; folks may say she looks poor, or judge each and every one of us for it, it matters little. Their seething won’t bring them money or happiness. Don’t give their kind any attention and they will go away. But if they don’t - if their actions really affect you - summon me. I will see to it.”

And for pregnancy
>Reassure them that there’s not going to be any surprise pregnancies — their daughter was quite likely incapable of having children at ALL, before you cured her dragon-pox affliction and you have your own measures

Frame it in such a way that it does not involve abortion - I don’t trust them to understand that option.

am >>5978086

Welp. Here we are again on this topic. I might as well ask it now.

What contraceptive methods does Tips know and use?
Sterilization and abortion, are those on the table? Can he do them, or know of people who can do them?

>>5978954
>What contraceptive methods does Tips know and use?
[Tips and his friends primarily use the methods of locak Hawksong society: timing, pulling oit, and outercourse. Sheathing methdos such as primitive condoms are primarily used in sex-work and casual flings, and are generally seen as trashy. Clerics of the appropriate Gods of Light generally have blessings to encourage or discourage conception, and there are many herbs which can be consumed before or after the act, or mixed into a spermicidal mixture to be applied with a lubricant.]

>Sterilization and abortion, are those on the table? Can he do them, or know of people who can do them?
[Tips could probably find a way to sterlize himself or another quite readily using life magic, though it's never been his field of focus. Given his voted-upon determination to have a kid with Izzy, though, he probably wouldn't want to do that if he wasn't sure he could reverse it easily. Costella's opinion on kids is as-yet undiscussed.]

[The 'Reptilian Master Race' use biological magic to permanently-disable the reproductive capabilities of their 'undesirables' such as hybrids unless they intend to use them to breed more; others (especially among household slaves of the Serpent Priests) just castrate them.]

>>5978954
>What contraceptive methods does Tips know and use?
>Sterilization and abortion, are those on the table? Can he do them, or know of people who can do them?
Narrator, calm yourself or I'm aborting you

>>5978837
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>>5978954
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>>5979407
“W-well, we haven’t really talked about that,” you admit, exchanging a glance with Costella, whose flush faced indicates her discomfort at being put on the spot—and by her parents, no less. “But we’re not, ah, irresponsible. There aren’t going to be any ‘surprises’.”

“That’s what they all say,” Mister Fanucci points out, albeit without any real malice in his tone—just skepticism.

“Sir, I’m reasonably well-versed in herbalism, and rather expert in Living Alchemy,” you remind him “If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s quite probable pregnancy—accidental or intentional—wouldn’t be a possibility.”

Costella’s mother gasps, and her husband’s eyes narrow. Costella herself seems to shrink, eyes flitting between her parents as she awaits their reaction.

(...Too much?)

>>5979325
I can’t see him go out like this.

>>5979411
>>5979423
>1
“What,” Costella’s father asks, a bit of growl in his voice now, “you think I don’t remember what you did for us, boy?”

“Ezreal, if you please,” you say, asserting yourself.

“It doesn’t entitle you to take what you want!” he says. “Just because you saved my daughter’s life, you think you’re allowed to marry her without even asking me or my wife about it? To take her away from her family business to start working in yours, on the queer fairy hill of yours far from town, so we hardly even see her? And all without making an honest woman out of her!”

“P-papa, please,” Costella blurt out.

“Of course not,” you reply, taking your wizard’s cap off and holding it in both hands with a small bow. “I’m here, aren’t I? And if there weren’t such a pressing matter at hand, maybe we could have approached it—all of this—more gracefully.”

You regard him and his wife in turn, and take a deep breath.

“Mister Fanucci. Our business—OUR business, mine AND Costella’s—is a collaborative effort. I’d be lost without the business savvy which, I’m certain, she learned from YOU. I haven’t pushed her to do anything, but have been the beneficiary of the delightful, helpful woman you and your lovely wife raised.”

You turn then to Missus Fanucci, bowing again.

“On the matter of her tan... I wouldn’t worry about it, ma’am, honestly. Some people may say she looks poor, but amount the children of the nobility and well-to-do, ‘adventuring’ is the big craze, after all. If some people seethe over it, well, that just shows they’re out-of-touch.”

“Take it from the adventurer, huh?” Mister Fanucci interjects critically, though you notice some of the tension leaving his tone.

“No more of that, I’m afraid,” you say with what you hope is a reassuring smile. “I might not look it, sir, but I’m not as young as I was—I’m in my thirties now. If anything happens—a pregnancy, illness, scandal, ANYTHING, I’ll be there for Costella. If either of YOU need anything, you need only let me know. I’ll see to it.”

The elder Fanuccis exchange a look, while you take a moment to look to Costella. She meets your eyes , a little tearful, and smiles, flashing you a thumbs-up. You’re worried again to see those tears, though you know her well enough to know that she isn’t SAD, and you hope it’s a good sign…

>18

…And a moment later, when Mister Fanucci’s hands clap down upon your shoulders, and you look back to him, you’re sure it is.

“Well, you’re not so tall or handsome as Carlos De Gori, but I think you’ll do,” he says ruefully. “More backbone than I remember you having. Maybe it’s just the ponytail tricking me, huh?”

“Thank you?” you say, for it feels a LITTLE like damning you with faint praise.

“No dowry, though?” Mister Fanucci inquires.

“Uh, well—”

>>5979433
“Oh shush yourself, you old miser!” Missus Fanucci snaps at her husband, giving him a quick rap on the head with her spoon, before wiping it on her apron.

“I’m only saying—”

“No more saying!” Ines Fanucci says, and smiles at you. “Come now, it’s time for eating. Sit down, sit down! But don’t eat just yet—we have to say our prayer to Atheme, for the ingredients… And for your fruitful harvest over by the Hill, too!”

Mister Fanucci grunts quietly, but settles it, and bows his head with hands clasped. A little self-consciously, Costella joins in. Her mother, of course, it already murmuring her prayers to the Harvest Goddess, one of the many daughters of the Northwestern pantheon’s chief male and female deities and a favourite in the farmlands. Pearce’s parents are adherents, as well, as you recall…

Do you join in the prayer?
>Yes
>No
>Utter a prayer of thanks to your own gods when this prayer is done

Do you make conversation over the meal? If so, about what?
>No, let the Fanuccis talk if you will—you’ve made your point and have nothing to add
>Talk about the royals—what are their opinions on the Queen and her Prince Consort?
>Chat business—maybe there’s some sort of ‘synergy’ between what a woodcarver does and what you produce, or need to purchase?
>Ask about their faith—it might lead to a lecture, but you know it’s a subject Missus Fanucci feels strongly about and is interested in
>So, what’s the deal with this ‘Carlos De Gori’ fellow, anyway? How did that near-engagement come about?
>Write-in

>>5979434
>Yes
>Talk about the royals—what are their opinions on the Queen and her Prince Consort?
Do they know that Long Wang had sex with a giant bug?

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>>5979434
>Utter a prayer of thanks to your own gods when this prayer is done

>Chat business—maybe there’s some sort of ‘synergy’ between what a woodcarver does and what you produce, or need to purchase?
They are her parents. They ought to know a thing or two about it.

I don’t see much use out of the other options. I guess we could talk about Queen Eka & Theral and maybe gauge their feelings towards out-of-the-norm relationships, maybe, but aside from that I don’t really see the benefit of bring it up. Same goes for religion. We already pacified her father, but I’m not so sure how he’d react if we pushed for carlos. We speak too much, give too much away, and they might believe we and Costella are not on the same page. Better to let the topic rest and let them think we know (somewhat) about him.

Also captcha:

>>5979434
>Utter a prayer of thanks to your own gods when this prayer is done

>Talk about the royals—what are their opinions on the Queen and her Prince Consort?

>>5979444
No one in Hawksong should have any knowledge of the Wyrms outside of Ez and gang, and even then thats a secret we want to keep close, LW is a cool dude but if any reptilian spies hears rumors of bug fucking I promise you it would come back to us easy as fuck, he is literally a king and has 1 basically a dragon, and 9 Wyrm kids who love him deeply, the backing of 2 dieties 1 of which he paladins for granting him magic normally used by "good guys" being his radiant aura and voice of kings/dragons abilities, Tips is strong but this dude has literally been possesed by a demigod who he is related too and fucked a goddess before Eka, hes not the one

>>5979494
Typically when something is in spoilers it's because it's not intended to be said aloud

However in this case I absolutely want to say it aloud
Fuck that loser, we can take him blindfolded and with both arms tied behind our back

>>5979434
>Utter a prayer of thanks to your own gods when this prayer is done
>No, let the Fanuccis talk if you will—you’ve made your point and have nothing to add

>>5979434
>Yes
>Chat business—maybe there’s some sort of ‘synergy’ between what a woodcarver does and what you produce, or need to purchase?

>>5979434
>Utter a prayer of thanks to your own gods when this prayer is done

>Talk about the royals—what are their opinions on the Queen and her Prince Consort?

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>>5980016
>>5979786
>>5979646
>>5979469
>>5979449
>>5979444
[Locked and writing!]

>>5980207
“Blessed Atheme, Lady of Abundant Bounty,
We are humbled by thy table's plenty,
Through the gifts borne from your golden froth,
Sustained by the rain of your brother, Elsoth.”

You sit awkwardly for a moment, not sure exactly what to do. The Tower, while an institution of human learning and not AVERSE to the local faiths, never really emphasized or educated you upon them outside of a few electives on divine magic in application, which—to your chagrin now—you never took great interest in. Costella, bless her, seems to pick up on this, and with an expression indicates to you: ‘follow my lead’, lowering her head and mumbling along. You do likewise, fumbling your way through the words of the second (thankfully final) verse.

Grateful, we relish in this feast,
From the highest bird to the humblest beast,
Oh, Marese, and mighty Moroth we implore,
Shield us from hunger and harm evermore.”

“Amen,” says Costella brightly.

“Amen,” her parents each say, and immediately Mister Fanucci reaches out to scoop some food…

Only to stop when, to everyone’s surprise, you keep going, continuing the prayer.

"Abbilen lu'fuma, n'nehrur yah d'berrkig,
Bel'la dos whol nindol zlabak belbol,
L'ke'hl'ash d'l'har'dro,
L'sunel d'chath wun mue'hal,
L'ssinssrigg d'phraktos phor…”
One thing about the elventongue, especially in its most poetic form and ESPECIALLY in prayer, is that it is almost more difficult NOT to sing it. Without realizing, your lilt takes on a musical inflection, such that by the time you look up, all three of the Fanuccis present are staring at you in confusion and almost alarm.

“Oh, uh…”

“What are you saying?” Missus Fanucci asks.

“Pretty much the same as you,” you explain, trying to keep the wave of self-consciousness from your voice and the blush from your cheeks. “Just in thanks to the Bonum Chaoticum.”

“Who whodum whaticum?” Mister Fanucci asks.

“The fairy gods,” Costella supplies.

“O-oh,” her mother says, recoiling a little. “Well… I guess that’s not… I mean, it’s just a little unexpected. Are you religious, Ezreal?”

“I’m a Disciple of the True Fey,” you say—not ADMIT, mind you, for you feel no shame in it, even if you don’t always agree with your highest-most deities about every detail.

“I thought that you Tower-types didn’t worship anything but ‘progress’,” Costella’s father says. “But, hey, better than that Queen of ours…”

“Edmondo!” Ines chastises her husband, then looks to you apologetically and a little skeptically. “Though, it’s just… This food came from human fields, tended under Atheme’s Law and blessed by her clerics, so I don’t know…”

>>5980251
“Mama,” Costella speaks up, voice gentle but firm, “the fairies on Old Maple Hill have been doing quite a lot of caring for me and Ez… Keeping us and everyone there healthy and fed, helping us with our chores and our gardens. I’ve eaten a lot of meals with them, too, and they’ve always made me feel welcome there. There’s no harm in making them feel welcome here, too, right? And Ezreal, too?”

Costella meets your eyes again and nods, decisively, taking your hands in hers. You look at her in silent gratitude as—with better-than-passable Sylvan-speech—she finishes the prayer:

“Lu'skoftenlk d'har'dro harl,
Lu'gre'as'antar kahzet tu'fyr jal l'tresk'ri's dalharen,
Ul'naus wun jialar lu'ssussun, xuil mem retlah."

“A-amen,” her mother appends, unsure what else to say.

“Since when are YOU religious, too?” her father asks.

“Maybe Ezreal’s a good influence on me?” Costella suggests, throwing you a (not especially subtle) wink.

“Hm,” her father says. “Anyway, let’s eat, before it gets cold for all this poetry, huh?”

You all dig into a delicious, hardy meal of orange-red sauce—meat-fat and finely-diced squash, well-seasoned—in which larger lumps of beef and pork have been marinated. The concoction is well-seasoned and fitting, with fairly-fresh bread to mop up when remains from the inside of the bowl, and glasses of a weak, sweet wine-juice to wash it down. It isn’t fancy, but it’s filling, and you lean back satisfied after the meal is done.

“Thank you, Missus Fanucci,” you say. “It was amazing.”

“Oh, no need for that,” Ines says, preening a little, and leaning in to whisper to you: “Though if you like it, you should make sure to say so to Costa. She never applies herself in the kitchen like a woman should.”

“Mama…” Costella groans, for the mother is about as good at subterfuge as her daughter—which is to say, not at all.

To spare her (and yourself) the argument, and to sate your curiosity, you hurriedly address her father:

“You mentioned Queen Ekaterine earlier… I take it you’re not a fan?”

“Oh no,” his wife groans, and Costella cringes a little too and gestures to you, but it’s too late.

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>>5980252
“A fan of that girl? As PRINCESS, of course. But as QUEEN? No, no I can’t say I am,” Edmondo Fanucci grouses. “I’m a loyal subject, don’t get me wrong, but she’s FAR far too young and soft to be sovereign, I think. Her family’s of course been good for all of us—”

“And are CHOSEN of Moroth and Marese, who know what They are doing,” Ines Fanucci quickly interjects.

“—but her father, King Archos, knew how to keep the PEACE, I’ll tell you. With SWORD and SHIELD, and gryphons on patrol! No orc or goblin or DRAGON dared threaten us then!”

“You don’t think Queen Ekaterine has done a good job following up on that?” you ask. “She WAS the one who helped enable me to cure the dragon-pox…”

“After her foreign ADVENTURER husband and that dilettante Lord Yosef let lizards into the city to spread it, and dragons scorch our fields!” Costella’s father asserts. “And where was he when the worst of the plague came? Where was SHE? Holed up in her palace, her husband off cavorting in the Far East or wherever, and LORD YOSEF took off and ran away to wherever he came from. So much for all that talk about ‘equality’ and ‘dignity for all’, huh? She pawned off all THAT responsibility on you—”

“Dear, there isn’t much should could do,” Ines Fanucci tries to temper her husband’s mounting frustration.

“Paladin Prince ALEXOS wouldn’t have let it get that far,” Mister Fanucci asserts.

“Gods rest his soul,” Missus Fanucci sighs, bowing her head and clasping her hands again. “If only those nasty Southmen hadn’t cut the poor man down… And when HE went to negotiate PEACE!”

“Not that those black bastards ever ADMITTED it,” Mister Fanucci snorts. “Like we don’t know. But I guess it could be worse—it could have been Prince Rufos on the throne, locking us down every time anything happened rather than punching BACK at our enemies like a strong ruler ought to.”

“Not especially pious, he or his sister,” Missus Fanucci admits in a whisper, wincing at the impropriety of the criticism even as it leaves her mouth.

“Right! The way I see it, what we NEED,” Mister Fanucci asserts, “is a PALADIN KING, a PROPER one, like Archos and his father and HIS father. THAT would make Hawksong great again.”

You hold your tongue throughout this tirade. Partly, you’re just interested in the perspective. Another part of you is afraid to interrupt or contradict the narrative, lest the focus turn upon YOU again. The biggest part of your silence, though, shares a source with yours and Costella’s mutual awkwardness. The two of you are among the very few people in or around Hawksong who know the full truth of the Queen and her ‘adventurer husband’ Prince Long Wang.

>>5980253
You, and Costella, and a select few others know that ‘Long Wang’ is really the false face of the ‘dragonborn antipaladin’ and Dragon King of Bloodrise, called ‘Theral’ by his own monstrous subjects… And that Queen Ekaterine’s heir, her young child, is the son of that strange lizardman, who proudly worships the Gods of Darkness. You also know it’s rather more complicated than even THAT, for Long Wang apparently represents a ‘moderate’ contingent of his fell race, who warred against their brethren in defence of Hawksong from dragons and disease (at least, if Ekaterine or Long Wang are to be believed). You even worked with him and his ‘Reptilian infiltrator’ agents to rescue his son by secret, second, and insidiously-insectoid wife, in pursuit of peace between your peoples, and the impression he left WAS less than wholly negative, at least.

As for Ekaterine… Well, she seems to you a reasonable woman, and a well-meaning one. Approximately Costella’s age, she is educated, erudite, and possessed of a strange will of charismatic presence which cowed even her husband and his eerie entourage, and she has been your tireless partner for peace… Even if she was rather stubborn about denying your tentative request for a legal, plural marriage to both your beloveds.

Do you speak up in defence of Ekaterine? Of Long Wang?
>Yes, you believe in both of them
>Long Wang is a duplicitous danger, MAYBE, but Ekaterine is a good woman
>You don’t really trust either, yourself…
>Intimate to the Fanuccis the truth of the royals and their relationship—the full truth
>Write-in

[C]

>>5980254
“And anyway,” Mister Fanucci continues as you consider what to say and what to keep to yourself, “I think we all KNOW where that ‘Prince Consort’ is, huh?”

“…we do?” you ask, exchanging a confused look with Costella, who shrugs.

“Off CONSORTING,” Costella’s father says, with an emphasis in his voice and fingers forming air quotes.

“Ugh, scandalous,” his wife tuts. “Easterlings and their HAREMS.”

“Everyone knows adventurers are a bunch of libertines,” Costella’s father says with a scowl.

“Debauchery, and irresponsibility,” Costella’s mother confirms, shaking her head sorrowfully. “The young people are being seduced by gold and thrill-seeking at the expense of responsibility, community, and good family values…. Though we don’t know for SURE about the Prince Consort, dear, and you REALLY ought to stop SAYING things like that!”

“The Queen ought to throw the blackguard out and slam the gates behind him, if he isn’t going to stick it out here with the people whose taxes pay for his galivanting! Instead, INSTEAD, our Queen is a KEKQ—”

“EDMONDO.”

“I’m only saying,” Mister Fanucci demurs, then smiles and slaps you on the shoulder. “It’s good you stopped with all that nonsense before it corrupted an obvious good boy like you, Ezreal. That lifestyle attracts the worst sorts.”

“I’m sure that a religious young man like Ezreal understands the holiness of matrimony,” Ines Fanucci sighs, and looks to you with a gentle smile, and a hopeful one as well. “Isn’t that right, Ezreal? The elves don’t ‘dabble’, do they?”

Well, polygamy certainly isn’t common… Or forbidden, for that matter. Marriage is actually relatively uncommon among the elves of the Sylvan Relam—respected, but a matter of a couple’s personal preference more than anything else, meant to signal and celebrate a lasting and fruitful union rather than a prerequisite for starting a family. And as for you, and Costella…

And Izirina…

You look to Costella, helpless. Her own eyes are wide with worry, wide as the bowls you ate from, and her face scarlet with embarrassment.

>Lie, and assure Costella’s parents that your mother’s people are very monogamous, and so are you
>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair
>Well, you can’t LIE to your future parents-in-law… So maybe it’s time you broached the subject of yours and Costella’s OTHER ‘fiancé’
>Write-in

>>5980254
>Long Wang is a duplicitous danger, MAYBE, but Ekaterine is a good woman
Wang will be harder to defend, but the queen is a different matter,
>>5980256
>KEKQ—
just making sure since typos are your trademark, 'kekq' was really the start of the slur he's gonna say ?

>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair
throw in their long lifespan as an excuse for them taking more time to tie the knot.

>>5980254
>Long Wang is a duplicitous danger, MAYBE, but Ekaterine is a good woman
Honestly now that Alexos is brought back up Therals bugfuckery is hardly the most damaging secret that could leak.

>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair
Oh god
Maybe uh
We can say we broke up
and then Costella can say she started dating Izzy
and then she can say she started dating us again

>>5980301
>and then Costella can say she started dating Izzy
if and when we do bring our 3 way relationship, we probably won't be able to also talk about izzi and cos being more than good wife-friends

>>5980254
>Yes, you believe in both of them

>>5980256
>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair

I just realized, did Costella invite Izzy over to meet her parents as her ‘girlfriend’? Because if Izzy can lay on the charm, it would help ease their misgivings, somewhat.

>>5980292
>just making sure since typos are your trademark, 'kekq' was really the start of the slur he's gonna say
[Damnit, word-filter. Yes, he was about to insinuate that the Prince Consort was making a
>c u c k q u e a n
of the queen]

>>5980318
>I just realized, did Costella invite Izzy over to meet her parents as her ‘girlfriend’?
not that we know of
>>5980328
>c u c k q u e a n
now that makes sense. thanks.

>>5980301
>on Alexos
[Tips doesn't actually know that Long Wang killed Alexos, mind.]

>>5980304
>>5980318
>>5980301
>on homosexual relationships
[it's not strictly illegal in Hawksong, though there are anti-SODOMY laws which more affect someone like Pearce than someone like Costella. It IS highly frowned-upon, though. Tips would know, without being told, that revealing their daughter is into other women would be a huge shock and probably upset them.]

>>5980331
expected, but thanks for the input as always.

>>5980254
>>Yes, you believe in both of them
I can't say too much - state security - but her weak leader image is a carefully controlled representation for the public. Trust me, she have the soul of a Paladin-Queen.

And Long Wang? I don't know the full detail of truth and falsehood about this Harem thing. What I know about him are his adventures. The stunts he pulled, their political weight... As far as I know, they avoided at least two full-out blown wars.

>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair

>>5980357
+1

As for the
>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair

It happens. Sometimes. Marriage itself as well.

>>5980254
>You don’t really trust either, yourself…
>>5980256
>Avoid any direct admissions of your own relationship or history, but admit that marriage among elves is a rather more casual affair

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>>5980859
>>5980586
>>5980357
>>5980318
>>5980301
>>5980292
[Writing!]

>>5980974
You honestly share many of Mister and Missus Fanucci’s misgivings… or, at least, similar misgivings. They’re both far more right than they know, too. You initial instinct is to defend the Queen of Hawksong, but to acquiesce to their astute assessment for her sinister spouse… But something stops you.

You remember the Queen and her Prince Consort, embracing, talking quietly. Thebobvious mutual respect and love there.

You remember the Prince Consort—or Dragon King, maybe—and the words he spoke to you, under the effects of alcohol and evidence anxiety. They were words which resonated you. They spoke to you as an (elf)man of mixed heritage, about being torn between two worlds at times, and as a male with two females whose emotional needs you need balance.

>“Do you ever... Regret it? Trying to make it work with more than one of them?”

>“Never.”

Knowing now that he is Izirina’s cousin—Zith-Zi’s own half-brother, and having met with the Nothic, that fell being’s dark intimations also yet linger. In your mind, and return to you now:

>“The Yosefs are never satisfied, you see. They always fear, always desire, always seek to know more, have more, BE more…”

You’d taken that at the time as a condemnation, a warning, a part of the evil spirit’s dark prophesising. Maybe it WAS all that. But you also remember the Prince Consort butting his head gently a against that of his great, terrible son, and humming a gentle song to him. Whatever evil he serves… There is good in that man—or lizardman—also.

“I believe in the Queen, and in the Prince Consort.,” you say aloud. “I believe in them both.”

Edmondo and Ines exchange a look, and Costella looks a little worried. You smile at her, though, and your fiancé steels herself, and nods. You can tell she doesn’t know where you’re going with this—what your play is—but she’ll back you all the same. You have her support, in this as in your prayer… As in so much.

“I’ve met them both,” you explain. “I know more about them than most. And I can't say everything I know—not without treason—but I’ll say this: Queen Ekaterine’s ‘weakness’ is not al that there is to her. She has a true strength beneath it.”

“Then she should SHOW it!” Mister Fanucci protests.

“There are advantages to being seen as ‘soft’,” you say.

“People underestimate Ez all the time, Papa,” Costella says, and you cringe a little before she adds: “And they regret it. EVERY time.”

Mister Fanucci looks skeptical, but you press on, saying with absolute certainty:

“Trust me, Queen Ekaterine has the soul of a Paladin Queen.”

Rolled 15, 1, 17, 17 = 50 (4d20)

>>5981001
You turn to Costella’s mother next, though you continue to address them both as you speak—both their concerns, and both subjects.

“As for Prince Long Wang? I don’t know him AS well, but here’s what I DO know, about him and his adventuring: the stunts he’s pulled, they had purpose. Political weight. He’s no capricious creature. He’s prevented at least one outright war, maybe two… Maybe more.”

Mister Fanucci grumbles a little, but it’s Missus Fanucci who speaks up this time, saying: “But don’t you agree that a man’s place is at home, with his wife, when she’s with child? That he ought to be with his family, caring for his children?”

The interrogation in her tone, however gentle, is rather obvious. This isn’t about The Dragon King, not really.

“I don’t pretend to know the truth about any, ah, ‘harem’ situation he might be involved in,” you half-lie. “I know these things can be… Complicated. Among my mother’s people, the Sylvan Elves, their long lifespan means that marriages tend to be more… Casual. It can take them a while to, you know… To ‘tie-the-knot’.”

“Is that why you waited until it was almost too late to let us know your intentions for our Costa?” Mister Fanucci interjects, pointedly. “You almost had to be forced into it, didn’t you?”

Miss Fanucci adds onto this before you can respond, saying: “The way Costella had always talked, well… She’d always seemed so certain you and the Archmage’s daughter were going to be wed. I never even REALZIED that the two of YOU were… Well, we wouldn’t have let you spend so much time aloe without talking to you if we’d known!”

Costella cups her face in her hands, stopping just short of resting her elbows on the table to cradle her head when her mother shoots her a look, and she remembers her etiquette. Of course, you can’t just openly admit the truth: that you’re seeing both women, that you mean to someday, somehow MARRY both women… Let alone that the two of them are just as entangled as you are with either of THEM, spiritually AND intimately. Izirina has never so much as been to Costella’s home—never met her parents—but you can’t imagine there would be much of a rapport there. Even if there was… Well, relationships between women might not be as taboo as those between men, but such same-sex couplings are hardly the norm, or widely accepted. Perhaps the only thing more controversial than a plural marriage is a HOMOSEXUAL one—and such a union just as unlawful, even if simple acts of physical affection are merely frowned upon.

>>5981003

Instead of saying all THAT, though, you explain: “I wouldn’t have committed to her if I wasn’t certain. That’s what I learned from my mother’s people, because that’s what marriage means there: it’s more of an ‘option’ than it is here, but when two people who can live CENTURIES are sure that they love each other, and mean a lot to each other, and want the world to know that their bond is REAL, and TRUE….”

You meet Costella’s eyes, and she’s tearful again, but smiling wide. You take her hands in yours.

“THAT’S when you get married.”


The afternoon passes into evening, and the wine—weak though it is, begins to get to everyone who imbibes it in any quantity—which is to say, you and ESPECIALLY Mister Fanucci, who at one point—when the women are cleaning up, as is the customer—places his arm around your shoulders, and speaks plainly and frankly:

“I’m not going to mince words, Ezreal,” he tells you. “I never would have let you spend so much time with my daughter a you did, either, like my wife said. It wasn’t because I thought you were with that Henzler girl, though. It was because I thought you were a faggot.”

You almost choke, and your eyes widen, but you stay your tongue and keep your cool.

“When Costella told me she was engaged, I knew she meant to YOU, but I thought this was all….”

He waves a hand vaguely, rotating the wrist.

“Like, a trick, huh? To get out of marrying Carlos.”

“Oh?” you say, jaw locked and shoulders squared.

Edmondo Fanucci’s sly smile spreads into a wide grin, and he slaps you on the back again.

>17

“I’m glad I was wrong,” he tells you. “I don’t understand everything you say or do, boy, but you have the makings of a proper man to you… And a proper elf, too, for what little I know foe levs! You stood your ground, you were respectful, and if you’re a little prissy for my tastes… Well, You obvious make my Costa happy, and you have my permission.”

“…Thank you,” you say, with a small smile of your own.

“So,” he asks, leaning close and whispering—properly whispering now, clearly not wanting the others to overhear. “I’m a man, and I know that there’s no way you and my Costa have been up on that hill with all those fairies and weirdos—no offence, of course—and you’ve not DONE anything.”

“Sir, I—”

Mister Fanucci holds up a well-worn woodworker’s hand and gives you the knowing look of a working-class human male from a city which, though you’ve never had cause to experience it, you know to have a thriving ‘red lantern district’.

“I trust you to take responsibility, if anything happens,” he says. “You’ve proven you have a god heart, and a good head on your shoulders. You’ve got magic, and we all know about herbs and creams and all that.”

Your face is burning bright by now, and you don’t’ trust yourself to speak, so you just nod.

>>5981010
“But in coming here, in Costella calling off the marriage we planned for her to marry you instead, there are obligations,” Mister Fanucci says gravely. “I don’t want it getting around that my Costella is the sort of girl who would… You know… ‘geta round’ without being married. And her mother, Gods love her like she loves them, she wants grandchildren.”

“…”

“So?” he asks, leaning it, no longer smiling. “You have a plan, right? A timeline?”

“Uh,” you say, and look up to see Costella, bringing you each a cup of water, staring wide-eyed.

>You tell him you don’t have a date set, and children are a long ways off
>You tell him you’re going to marry Costella soon, and children are something you’ve been thinking a lot about
>You avoid the question entirely, and hope he’s tipsy enough to not notice if you get hi talking politics or something again
>Write-in

>>5981011
>You tell him you’re going to marry Costella soon — but children are a long ways off

Right now we have a project; it consist of five parts - two which require us to travel to two different countries. Once we return, I should be able to stay at Hawksong for most of the time - that’s when the marriage preparations should begin.

( >>5978057 just for reference - don’t tell him that.)

So we pacified the old cunt - for now. Good. I suppose he is marginally useful so let’s make sure we don’t burn any bridges, but give us some time to work with.

>>5981011
>You tell him you don’t have a date set, but children are something you've been thinking for some time now.
Including the project argument >>5981031 said. the only incognita would be our timetable, but children isn't something we're shy of.

>inb4 narrator's daily post about removing our balls and abortificients.

I like Tips. I’d hate to see him or Costella or Izzy saddled with a responsibility so grand because of a single night’s mistake. I want them to happy.

>>5981039
don't we all ?

>>5981049
Well, if it comes down to Tips, Costella, and Izzy, and an unborn child created by accident… I know what my choice is. But I’d rather not - it’s a last resort, so, the whole sterilization thing.

>>5981011
>You tell him you don’t have a date set, but children are something you've been thinking for some time now.
Technically true, which is the best kind
We're half elf, so hopefully he'll understand the lack of hurry with the date.

>>5981066
[I mean, Tips has already created a problematic 'child' by accident once...]

>>5981010
>And a proper elf, too, for what little I know foe levs!
*I know of elves

>>5981066
I thought you were talking about Carazzi until the last sentence. Glad to see you again, narrator.
>>5981121
that's what I thought he'd refering to early on

>>5981101
I'll support this

>>5981011
>You tell him you don’t have a date set, but children are something you've been thinking for some time now.
I want the day and time to be special- I bet Costella’s big on astrology, and we do know that magical dates coincide with each other at times and places. Hell, an eclipse marriage could be kino- the New Moon hiding the Sun, in a great ironic reversal of the norms.

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>>5981354
>>5981329
>>5981101
>>5981033
>>5981031
“W-well,” you begin, then clear your throat and start again. “Sir, we have a fairly massive undertaking ongoing at the moment… Actually, a FEW, if I’m being honest.”

“This new business of yours?” Mister Fanucci asks.

“’Business’ involving the Queen, and Prince Consort, and the Gods,” you say, “but yes—the business at Old Maple Hill and in town here is important, too. There’s going to be a lot to do-for me AND for Costella.”

“Business for a man to attend to,” Edmondo Fanucci says pointedly, tapping your chest. “A woman’s business, once she’s married, is caring for the home and for children., first and foremost.”

Costella frowns a little, but you see something else in her posture and body language as you glance over her father’s shoulder: consideration, and an ambivalence that is not wholly ne-sided. She’s considering it. She’s… Interested in the idea. And by the way she hovers back, rather than interrupting to rescue you, you infer something else: she is interested, too, in what YOU have to say on the subject.

“I… Ah… Well, I mean, there’s not really a RUSH, exactly. As a half-elf, my age is… That is to say, both myself AND Costella have a long life ahead of us, with lots of opportunity. Right now… Well, it’s like I told Missus Fanucci: I want to be there to care for any children we have, and set up a firm foundation and—”

“And, and and,” Mister Fanucci sighs. “Ezreal, I appreciate you taking your time to plan, and not being reckless with the decisions which affect you and my daughter, but at a certain point a man’s got to ACT. You almost lost Costella to Carlos, putting off this engagement! Who knows what you’ll miss if you dilly-dally on this forever, huh?”

You… Wouldn’t exactly characterize it that way, but again you simply frown and listen, neither nodding along nor arguing the pint. Not yet.

“Costella’s mother was two years younger than she is now, when Costella was born. Women who put off having their children too late never have them, or they’re more likely to have a difficult pregnancy.”

“Again, we’re both quite young and with my magic—”

“Magic doesn’t change anything, Ezreal. I don’t want my daughter living alone with someone like this, so people will talk about her, and to have her putting off her life until there’s no more ‘business’ to attend to. Take it from someone who knows, boy: business never sleeps, and it never stops. There’s ALWAYS more ‘business’, one way or another.”

>>5981780
You consider Edmondo’s words thoughtfully, and realize that however much he’s had to drink—and whatever his peculiar hang-ups—he has something of a point. With how your life is going—with an Era of High Magic fast approaching!—you are unlikely to see much respite. There will always be demands upon you, and with ever passing year your myriad obligations multiply. Can you postpone your own life—and put the life of Costella Fanucci—on hold indefinitely?

“I can’t set a date yet,” you assert, brooking no argument. “It would be silly. Irresponsible, even. But there WILL be a wedding, sir.”

“Yeah?” Mister Fanucci laughs. “After all this, there’d BETETR be!”

“And as for children… I understand what you’re saying. And it’s honestly been on my mind a lot, lately, too.”

(For reasons other than this, and involving another woman as well, but EDMONDO doesn’t need to know that.)

“I’d like to have children,” you say, and you realize you mean it. “I’d like that a lot. And I don’t want to wait forever.”

“OR until me and the missus are old and grey, huh?” Mister Fanucci presses.

“Sooner,” you agree, “rather than later.”

“Atta boy!” the older human slaps you on the shoulder, laughing again, and then adds seriously: “But wedding first. And it had better be at a temple to Love Goddess Tristyllea, huh? Ines will have a coronary if it’s not…”

“Papa! Ezreal!” Costella inetrrupts, before you’re force to answer THAT question at least, and hands you each a cup. “I think it’s, like, time for some water, huh?”

You look to her gratefully, and she smiles. It’s beautiful, happy, and grateful smile you receive in return. It’s clear that at least SOMETHING of what Costella overheard pleased her.

Not long after, you and your fiancé make your excuses to excuse yourselves, and depart into the lantern-lit half-darkness of Hawksong’s nighttime streets.

“Well, that, uh…” Costella trails off at first, chewing her lip, then looks to you with hope in her eyes and a question in her tone. “I think it went pretty well?”

>You agree—and her parents have a certain charm to them even now
>You had a pretty awful time, honestly, and you’re not afraid to say so
>Write-in

[C]

>>5981782
Before you can do more than open your mouth, Costella is rushing to fill that brief void following her first implicit question with another. Poking her fingertips together and staring down at them, she adds:

“Thanks again for doing this for me. I know it was, like, totally awkward… And I get that, like… Yous aid some stuff you didn’t mean, and DIDN’T say some stuff you COULDN’T say, because… Well, yeah.”

You slow your footfalls and wait for her to finish—to reach the point she’s building towards.

“But, like… Even if it’s not a REAL engagement, if we’re not… Going to get married or, um, have CHIDLREN or anything, like, SOON…”

She flushes a little, and then looks at you, surprisingly shyly.

“I really liked having this as, like, a just-us night?”

“…Costella, I—”

“I know, I know!” she hurries to interject, waving her hands. “And I love Iz, too, like, a LOT! But sometimes, it’s nice to have you to myself for a bit, too?”

She pauses, and bites her lower lip.

“And since we’re here anyway… I was sort of thinking maybe we could, like… get a room at an inn, before we head back? And I could maybe, like… have you to myself a little bit longer? Just for, you know…”

She bats her eyelashes a little.

“…Tonight?”

>You ought to return to the hill, before Izzy worries about you
>…Well, when she asks like THAT, what’s one night?
>Write-in

>>5981782
>You agree—and her parents have a certain charm to them even now
considering what we knew about them, it went better than I expected
>>5981784
>…Well, when she asks like THAT, what’s one night ?
naughty girl. we had some lone time with izzy before knowing Cossy, so why not give her one "us" night ? Time to experience the famous Fanucci leglock

>>5981782
>You feel ambivalent
Mama Costella is nice.
Pa is not.

>>5981784
All the previous talk about creams and herbs and what not - do we currently have with us right now contraceptives? If not,

>You ought to return to the hill, before Izzy worries about you

Potentially making her fall pregnant now complicates things. And while oral sex nice, I suspect she (and Tips) wants more than that alone. Get back to that hill, get all the shit you need and - then - cum inside her and Izzy as well if she wishes.

>>5981031

>>5981782
>It went well, yes, at the cost of not bringing up Izzy. Do we just hide that part forever?

>…Well, when she asks like THAT, what’s one night?

>>5981782
>Ambivalent
Ma is nice but what the french call a "Baptismal frog"
Pa have a solid head on his shoulder but is bigoted.

So yeah, difficulties with the whole "society won't accept" part of our socially unacceptable thingy.

>…Well, when she asks like THAT, what’s one night?

I feel Ezreal deserve a bit of love - Izzy does love a bit like an autistic person; she's not as good as Costella to make us feel loved.

>>5981887
>Potentially making her fall pregnant now complicates things.
anon do you really think that'd be our first time creampying her ?

>>5981782
>You had a pretty awful time, honestly, and you’re not afraid to say so
>>5981784
>You ought to return to the hill, before Izzy worries about you
This is a trap. Izzy already is worrying that we'll neglect her in favor if Costella. Mark my words, if we falter here she'll do something unwise.

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>>5982038
>Baptismal frog
[Huh, that's a new one. I think I intuited the meaning though.]

>>5981815
>>5981887
>>5981948
>>5982038
>>5982146
[Making coffee, then writing!]

>>5982042
...

>>5982247
>…
We are double teamed a lot, so that’s kinda given it happened some times, with either of them of course.

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>5982253
You'd be surprised

>>5982247
With Costella looking at you like THAT, you simply stand no chance. You’d both told Izzy to expect you back tonight, but there’s something about the look in Costella’s eyes that is just as potent—and far more pleasant—than the artificial aura of lust which Carazzi had once inflicted upon you.

“Well, what’s one night?”

Costella walks close with you, her hand in yours. You look over at each other periodically as you make your way to the inn in question. You bypass a few small family homes which offer single rooms for single individuals. Wordlessly you pass by still others, knowing their thin walls and creaky beds are not what you seek.

As you travel, your glances grow more frequently. Your fingers play with one another, rubbing each other’s knuckles and wrists, and then stroking and squeezing one another’s arms. Costella playfully bumps her hips against you, and you pinch her in turn and make her squeal. The girlish laughter makes you look in her direction at just the right time to catch the torchlight flickering in her beautiful blue eyes; you kiss her, because in that moment you must. She cups your face, then slips her hands under your robes to clutch at your shirt, to rub your chest. Stumbling into an alley your own hands find hers: big, soft, save for nipples hard enough o poke through her dress. You remain there a while, kissing, caressing, silent except for soft gasps and moans.

Eventually, you find a room above a tavern which rents their loft above by the night, but also by the hour; you pay the stern-looking half-orc woman at the bar some extra coin to cover you until morning, and giddily hurry to the room.

25% chance of pregnancy scare

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>ask if we have contraceptives or not, if not, vote as return to hill
>vote counted as 3:2, with the two being
>>5981887
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>>5982270
You aren’t irresponsible about it, of course. You hadn’t come to Hawksong expecting to stay the night, and so aren’t armed with your usual selection of contraceptive measures, but this is the sort of establishments which sells at least some of them, albeit primarily the rather uncouth and unappealing option of an animal-intestine barrier. Even as you both opt to forgo that, you aren’t without options...

Though in the passion of the moment, some things slip your mind until it's very nearly too late.

>4
>You manage to pull out, breaking Costella Fanucci’s powerful leg-lock in a burst of endorphins and adrenaline, before it’s too late.
>see pic related for further detail (warning, LEWD, nsfw)

You flop down beside her a moment later, finally—after several such sessions—spent. Costella clings to you, nuzzling against you, hands still roaming your body—not in search of sex, but simply in naked appreciation of your form.

“I think tonight’s been a good one,” you say eventually.

“Yeah?” Costella asks, smirking a little slyly and stroking your hair. “I’d hope so, after THAT.”

“I meant the WHOLE night,” you say, flicking her nose and making her yelp. “Including the bit with your parents.”

“O-oh?” she says. “Sorry Papa was a little, um…”

“I get it,” you sigh, frowning a little. “They were both a little ‘intense’ compared to when I used to come see you, but we DID call off the engagement they planned and surprise them with our own. I think… Well, I hope they aren’t like that EVERY time we have dinner, but if it’s just the once…”

“They’ll get used to the idea!” Costella pledges, looking determined. “I’ll get through to them, Ez! I promise. You’re just, like… probably not who they saw me marrying, exactly. Or who -I- pictured, honestly?”

“…Oh?”

“B-but I’m glad! I’m REALLY happy that, like… We met, and found each other.”

“You and me,” you reply, “and Izirina?”

“Y-yeah…”

“How long are we going to keep that last part secret?” you ask pointedly. “Forever? The one thing I noticed is how TRADITIONAL your parents are. If you have to warm them up to the idea of ME… What do we do about Izzy? Just keep her secret forever? You know that will make her feel…”

“Not great.”

“No,” you agree grimly. “She won’t feel ‘great’ about being a secret, while you and I get married.”

“and I don’t WANT to hurt her,” Costella almost wails. “I love her too! I love BOTH of you, and US the THREE of us, together. But, like… I’ve always wanted a wedding, and… And children. And if this is something that takes a long time to, like, sort out legally or whatever... I still want to, you know... Do those things.”

Your mind flickers back to earlier that night, when the two of you were entangled, and her legs were all but entrapping you within her desire.

>>5982295
“Costella… That was pretty close, before.”

“Sorry,” she says sheepishly.

“It almost seemed like you WANTED me to… You know…”

Costella’s face reddens, and she avoids eye contact.

“Costella?”

“I… I just got carried away is all. All that t-talk about, like, you know, having children was… And tonight’s just been so ROMANTIC, just like something out of , l-like, a romance novel, and I’ve never felt you, like… Do THAT inside, and…”

Costella looks up at you with big eyes.

“It wasn’t on purpose, honest! But I mean… Would it be bad if it WAS? I-if you, you know, HADN’T, um, ‘pulled out’, and we had… You know…”

>Chastise Costella for her recklessness
>Admit that the idea has some appeal
>Just cuddle in silence until morning, and deal with this later
>Activate your teleportation envelope and leave her there; you're MAD
>Write-in

Are there any other things you'd like to discuss with Costella, while you have her here alone?
>The whole matter of the prophecy and your efforts to avoid it
>This Carlos De Gori fellow
>This love goddess her father mentioned, and Costella's own faith
>Izzy and Costella, and the natrue fo their own love
>Nothing
>Write-in

>>5982272
[There's no 100% effective contraceptive measures, anyway, side from abstinence, avoiding penetrative intercourse altogether, or abortion. This vote was always going to have a pregnancy chance roll, especially in light of the above.]

>>5982299
>Chastise Costella for her recklessness
I love the feeling too, but right now pregnancy is not something we can allow to happen. Next time we - will - use contraceptives. Actual ones. This will never happen again.

>Izzy and Costella, and the nature of their own love

>[There's no 100% effective contraceptive measures, anyway, side from abstinence, avoiding penetrative intercourse altogether, or abortion. This vote was always going to have a pregnancy chance roll, especially in light of the above.]
I know, but having multiple methods certainly tips the odds in our favor. Or at least one.

And you three.
I told you all about this shit. The reason I keep mentioning sterilization, abortion, and all that is precisely for this situation. Had things went the other way, I expect each and every one of you who chose that path to support abortion. If you don’t got the guts for that, you can go fuck yourself - I will not see Tips and Costella forced into a shitty marriage because we decided to be retarded one night.

We had it. We played our cards well at the meeting with the parents and then we decided to do the one thing that fucked it all up.

>>5981887

>>5982299
>Chastise Costella for her recklessness
This is not a thing to decide on in the throes of passion.
>The whole matter of the prophecy and your efforts to avoid it
>This Carlos De Gori fellow
>This love goddess her father mentioned, and Costella's own faith
>Izzy and Costella, and the natrue fo their own love

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>>5982299
Fuck, seems like she's not that much more sane than Izzy.
>Chastise Costella for her recklessness
I get it, Cossy, but that's not something for you to decide on your own without telling us. That's irresponsible and we're already risking it with this "us" time without Izzy.

>Izzy and Costella, and the natrue fo their own love
How deep is it and if it's more than just sexual gratification between them both.
>>5982310
now's your time to shine, narrator.

>>5982427
>>5982396
>>5982310

“And what?” you demand. “If we had gotten you pregnant, before we’re married, before we’ve talked to IZZY about it, and RIGHT before we’re about to embark on an expedition into the GODS DAMNED GOBLIN WASTES??”

Costella’s hopeful, doe-eyed expression turns shocked, then fearful. In that first instant, you’re honestly sort of pleased—she SHOULD feel bad, after pulling a stunt like that! That satisfaction doesn’t last, though, obviously. You’ve been accused of having a soft heart, and even if that isn’t EXACTLY true, you reserve your real anger and disdain for those who TRULY deserve it. Costella, whatever madness and folly possessed her, doesn’t number among them.

“I wasn’t… Like, of COURSE we’d talk about it before we… I just, you know, thought it m-might be…”

You lay back down—having sat up in your angry outburst, and you place your arms around your lover. Costella sniffles a little, and murmurs:

“I’m Sorry, Ez. I wasn’t thinking… And I’d never try to, to force you to…”

“I get it,” you sigh, , pulling her head to your shoulder and stroking her hair, fingers sliding down and through the strands to rub her bare back. “I mean, it felt really good, so I’m not COMPLAINING about, uh, THAT.”

“It DID, right?” Costella chirps, sighing happily at the recent memory, thighs squirming together. “You know, fi you want, we could—"

“COSTELLA.”

“R-right, sorry,” she whispers.

You proper yourself up on one elbow, enough that you can properly see Costella’s face… Well, insofar as it isn’t buried in her sex-mussed hair. Yous weep some of it away so you can make eye-contact—so you can make sure she gets it.

“This isn’t the kind of thing we decide on in the throes of passion, at random… or one your own, without telling me, AND Izzy.”

Izirina Henzler’s face flashes before your eyes, and you wince a little. This little liaison… it’s already going to require explanation, and the smoothing over of ruffled feathers, you’re certain of it. At the time, charging in here and ripping your clothes off to dispel the tension, you’d set such concerns aside. Now, shocked out of passion’s afterglow and back into sanity and clarity by Costella’s words, you’re forced to face that reality head-on. You look back down at Costella’s face, still pressed into the inn’s thin and threadbare pillow in glum contemplation, and you wonder if she’s thinking the same thing.

“What exactly is the relationship between you and Izirina, anyway?” you ask.

>>5982626
“…Um?” Costella replies, looking confused by the question. “Ez, you KNOW that we, uh… I mean, you’ve SEEN us, doing things.”

“I know THAT,” you say hurriedly, and a bit more testily than you intended. “I just mean… Is it… When you say you LOVE her, what do you, uh, MEAN by that?”

Costella’s face flushes a little, which seems almost laughable in light of all that the two of you have shared with one another—not LEAST of which your recent hour-long escapade.

“Well, I loved you FIRST before I really KNEW Iz, but, like… I know we’re both GIRLS and it’s DIFFERENT, and that, the, like, Gods don’t support or belss t-that sort of thing, and we can’t get married, but it’s just kind of likeidontknowsortofawarmfeelingwhenshelooksatmeandtellsmeimdoingwellandidontknowijust—”

“Costella,” you say, giving her a gentle squeeze, “slow down.”

She titters nervously, face redder than ever, and says:

“Well I just… I love her, you know? Like, I love her like I love YOU. And…”

Costella’s face falls a little, and she finally scoots up into a sitting position and cradles her knees, looking away.

“…She isn’t… Like that.”

You blink.

“But I’ve seen her uh…”

(Damn, this IS curiously awkward to talk about, even now, with this third party in your ‘throuple’)

“She’s, you know… Used her hands and mouth on you. And kissed you. And…” You clear your throat. “Things.”

“It’s more than THAT,” Costella blurts out. “Ez…”

Costella looks at you with trepidation in her gaze.

“You know she does that stuff more for US, right?”

“…Wait, what?”

Costella leans towards you now on both arms, and the words pour forth:

“I don’t think Iz exactly, like, ‘likes’ sex, with boys OR girls, the way, like, you or me do. She just kind of… Well, I think she ENJOYS it, but it’s more like a way to be close with someone, maybe? Like, the way you make me feel, or SHE makes me feel, it leave my whole body shaking, and my heart pounding, and I just feel so GOOD, like it’s the BEST having sex with someone you love!”

Costella smiles brightly, squeezing her cheeks as she gushes, but then abruptly frowns, forehead furrowing.

“But Iz just looks like she’s thinking the whole time, and when she’s done, she looks like she does when she’s figured out a tough alchemical formula or, like, learned a new spell or something, you know? And wh-when I offer to, you know… R-return the favour, she always says no.”

Costella’s face falls a little further, and you see the beginnings of tears at the corner of her eyes.

“…And she never says ‘I love you’.”

>>5982628
You want to comfort and reassure Costella, of course. However, you hesitate. First, you consider Costella’s words, and compare them to your own experiences. Izirina Henzler has certainly initiated intimacy with you before—even sort of ‘initiated’ your whole relationship, even if it took you well over a year to properly define it. However, you realize with a start that you don’t think she’s ever even said ‘I love you’ to YOU. She’s demonstrated it—at least, that’s how you’ve interpreted certain acts, gestures, commitments—but she’s never (or scarcely-if-ever) really said as much.

“I think she ‘does it’ with people to keep them around, and make them feel good,” Costella muses sadly. “And with you, I know it’s because, like, she DOES love you, and wants to be with you. But with me, it’s always… ‘it’s fine if it’s Costella’, you know? Not… ‘Ooo, I really want Costella right now’ or anything, just… “it’s fine’. A-and I know that I don’t have the history and bond that you two do, and that our relationship is DIFFERENT, but I something..."

You wait as she assembles her thoughts.

"I sort of think she, like... Does stuff with me because YOU want us both, and it's more f-for, like... Your sake?"

You aren't sure how to respond to that. Before you can formulate a reply, Costella presses on.

"B-but I know YOU love me, so meeting my parents, a-and talking about marriage, and children, and a-all of that was just…”

Costella sniffles again, and rubs her eyes and nose with the back of her arm, gracelessly.

“It was really nice, and made me feel really good, and I guess part of me thought maybe it was something where, i-if we had a baby, then that bond would sort of be, like... Oh, I don't know!"

“Costella…”

“I’m sorry!” Costella blurts. “I know your first child should be with Iz, especially with, like, her ‘condition’ and everything making you two wait to do it.”

“It’s not that,” you say. “Costella, we… If me and Izzy have a child…”

Costella looks confused, but you can’t bring yourself to say any more—not here and now.

“It’s complicated, and it’s a ways off, ‘condition’ or no condition,” you say. “we’ve talked about it—because it IS important to talk about these things first…”

Costella looks suitably chastened, and nods.

“…But it’s not happening yet, and we’ll talk about it with YOU, too. I told you once, and I meant it: the three of us are going to make this work, ALL of us, TOGETHER. That’s a promise, Costella.”

You smile, and reach out to hold her. She melts into it, her chest pressed to yours.

“I love you, Costella Fanucci.”

“I l-love you too, Ezreal…”

>>5982629
Morning comes too quickly. Between the exuberant start to the night and the lengthy discussion which followed, you got scarcely any sleep. In spite of your natural elven attunement to cycles of sun and moon, you genuinely consider casting <Calm> on yourself with enough aura behind the spell to put you back to sleep for another few hours. However, before you can properly consider this extraordinary measure—

“Don’t give me that!” roars a voice from below, muffled by the timbers but loud enough to make it through whatever thick, wadded insulation afford these hourly rooms their modicum of privacy. “I know they’re here! What room are they in?!”

“Oh no!” Costella gasps, waking at once and sitting up with a start.

You look to her questioningly, and she cringes, and explains:

“That’s, uh, Carlos De Gori’s voice.”

“Oh,” you reply.

“COSTELLA!” bellows the same voice, as footfalls—more than those of just a single man—thump and clatter through the hallway outside. “Come out here right now, or I’ll let everyone know exactly what kind of inn you and your so-called fiancé are staying in!”

What will you do?
>Tell Costella to wait here, and step out to confront this asshole
>Go meet him together, and try to reason with him
>Hurriedly gather your clothes and what possessions you brought, including the envelope to teleport the two of you back home to Old Maple Hill
>Maybe a spell can solve this? [which one?]
>Write-in

Sorry for words-words-words, anons. I think I got carried away!

>>5982630
I intended to vote that the idea has some appeal, but I keep coming in mid update and something distracts me until the next mid-update =P

>Continue the affair loudly while you send a wildshaped clone to deal with him
Dunno if this’ll work, but I do have the urge to fuck with this guy unknowingly while shaming him to keep it down, there are others here trying to have a good time ;)

>>5982640
[Not be be the fun police, but Tips has never cloned himself and, without ensouling a clone, its initiative and ability to act and operate independently seems limited based on early experimentation with lizards and other organisms. Just thought I should include a reminder.]

fuck, we can teleport back but it'd probably be throwing on the face of Izzy what we did the night before. A fight doesn't seem too good, even with an advantage, he's with more people and calming won't be enough. Even a win won't do good since it'd confirm we were here and not only that, we brawled with the guy. what do, what do...
>>5982640
funny idea anon, but no

wait a minute, I know, we can use our wildshape to fly outta here.
>>5982630
>Maybe a spell can solve this ? [wildshape]

>>5982299
>Admit that the idea has some appeal

>Izzy and Costella, and the natrue fo their own love

Idea - we marry her in front of her parents in Hawksong, we marry Izzy in front of our parents in the Sylvan realms when all the dark stuff blows over, and uh she marries Izzy in uh somewhere Bloodrise? ha
Everyone gets official ceremonies and her parents NEVER find out.

agh I missed the vote, what a quick update

>>5982630
>Tell Costella to wait here, and step out to confront this asshole
Once he sees we're half elf he'll give up, he knows he can't compete

>>5982695
>Once he sees we're half elf he'll give up, he knows he can't compete
nigga, he's with some people, he's gonna try beat the shit outta us

>>5982630
>Hurriedly gather your clothes and what possessions you brought, including the envelope to teleport the two of you back home to Old Maple Hill

Carlos is a cunt - the kind who thinks beating up Costella’s new lover would make her love him again. Somehow. Against someone that retarded, even attempting to talk is a misplay. The only winning move is to not play - even if we win, win unscathed, getting into a fight with someone like that is not a good look.

>>5982707
Yes and? It's a chance to add mass calm to our list of spells. Seriously doubt any of them have the magic to hit our Aetherial Form.

>>5982695
>Idea - we marry her in front of her parents in Hawksong, we marry Izzy in front of our parents in the Sylvan realms when all the dark stuff blows over
The only problem is getting welcomed into the syvlan realms again. I don’t know what we could do. As far as they’re concerned, we fled with a very valuable prisoner in hand.

>>5982640
It gets me thinking about using monstrous growth again. It would be pretty funny if we did that on Carlos’ penis. Good luck having sex again.

But no. Fighting him at all isn’t worth it.
>>5982707
Yeah, he probably has his friends ready to jump us.

>>5982741
>The only problem is getting welcomed into the syvlan realms again. I don’t know what we could do. As far as they’re concerned, we fled with a very valuable prisoner in hand.
Perhaps a peace treaty and offers of trade agreements from Theral?

>>5982738
Dude, showing up isn’t worth it at all because of the repercussions. We gotta get outta here.
>>5982741
Good plan, anon

>>5982630

>Tell Costella to wait here, and step out to confront this asshole.
+
>Maybe a spell can solve this? [wildshape, combat form.]

If him and his fodder goons try to jump us, we can just toss a magma or lightning elemental at them.

>>5982918
>>5980016
>>5978170
>>5975334
This is me.

>>5982918
anon, do you think that fighting in the inn is a good idea ? specially when he can't prove we're here to others as it is ?

>>5982669
Wouldn’t using the teleport letter be easier? Less likely to be spotted too.

>>5982933
Yes? This bum Carolus and some thugs he wrangled came here to harass Costella and us

It's in our befit to trash them with our magic and brutalize and humiliate him and his lackeys. Running away like a worthless bitch will have carlous try this again when we are not nearby.

>>5982961
I’d rather jump him later. Right now we only got Costella with us.

>>5982954
Yes, but the problem is that Izzy will know why we took so long to return thanks to how we are
>>5982961
Dude, you’re forgetting that even if we win, word will get out that we were shagging costella here and she’ll get a bad reputation. We can dunk this guy on another occasion.

>>5982299
>Chastise Costella for her recklessness
More like voice our disagreement in a
At least it wasn't on purpose. But this is a big and grave decision that should not be taken on the... ahem... heat of the moment.

>This love goddess her father mentioned, and Costella's own faith

>>5982630
Oh, I'm late.
>Hurriedly gather your clothes and what possessions you brought, including the envelope to teleport the two of you back home to Old Maple Hill

Power Word : Smell Ya Later.
Best for our sweet Costella's reputation. He looks like an idiot. We then confront him on our terms.

>>5982968
We can sumon advanced elementals, regenerate, become intangible, infuse ourselves with elemental power and wild shape into a beast form. we don't need back up to deal with fodder goons.

>>5982976
He can't do anything to anyone's reputation, sleeping with your fiancé is regularly behaviour. Carlous is just saying whatever he can to make costella come outside. Because the inn staff is stonewalling him.

And what do you "if" we win? Tips is a dangerous sorcerer who killed dozens of evil fey back at his homeland. Carlous and his lackeys are as far as we have been told normal people.

>>5982630
>Go intangible, escape through the wall, approach Carlos from the other side, pretend we heard him bellowing Costella's name, and deal with him and his goons. Retrieve Costella later, give the innkeeper hush money.
This should save Costella's reputation.
The teleport option is tempting, but what will happen is he will break into a roon where someone obviously had sex, decide we escaped and go on to slander us.
I wonder how he found out we were here in the first place.

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>>5983063
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>>5982640
Your first instinct is to abscond in some way, by means of Izirina’s <Teleport Object> or otherwise. Maybe in <Improved Aethereal Form>, or via a winged <Wildshape>? Neither of the latter options can bring Costella with you, though, while the first…

…Well, it will mean meeting Izzy, right now, still stinking of sex and with adrenaline high. Not necessarily the best way to begin the inevitable conversation about your delayed arrival.

Besides, you need to know how much this Carlos knows, and if he can prove any of it or intends to do anything else with that information. He might intend on ruining Costella’s reputation, for instance, or be planning to spring some similar trap another time, another day… Maybe when YOU aren’t around to stand between he and Costella Fanucci.

(Who can say how IDIOTS like this man think, after all?)

No, you’re a powerful and dangerous mage, with nothing to fear from a single man (in both senses of the word) and his hireling gaggle of goon, or whomever might be accompanying him. What you DO have to fear is consequences for Costella if you don’t settle this here and now.

“Stay put,” you whisper to Costella.

“What? Ez, no, we should just—Mm!”

You silence Costella with a kiss, which leaves her breathless and as little starstruck. You smile at this, and then turn your back. Pulling on your striped trousers and fancy new Testa-made tunic would entail more struggle and delay than you can afford, and risk being caught half-clad and tangled in your attire—humiliating, and less than combat-optimal if it comes down to that.

“Then I guess I’ll wear fur,” you murmur to yourself, “or scales, or feathers…”

You step to the door and push it open. As you do so, you speak:

“<Wildshape>”

…and animal integument covers your nakedness, as your body warps and shifts into something more akin to:
>Veloz—a mobile, aerial form akin to your lunar hummingbird companion
>Hershy—or Hirschel—the feathered, dragonblooded drake, with his gold feathers and fire breath
>Some aspect of Muffins—that of a fearsome grappling lion, a tough, stubbornly-defensive goat, or a keenly-sensitive, venomous viper [specify which one—you cannot manage all three aspects at once]
>Write-in (must be an animal you’ve had some experience with)

>>5983155
>Hershy—or Hirschel—the feathered, dragonblooded drake, with his gold feathers and fire breath

I don’t like the snake - too frail and if there’s too many people we can’t offend everyone at once. Goat could be decent, but I’d rather have fire breath. Veloz doesn’t have that much offense. Lion is okay I guess but I’d rather not grapple with multiple people present.

>>5983155
>Lion
Call me paranoid, but I think the drake could tie us to the Reptilians in the witnesses' eyes

>>5983165
My line of thinking is that the lion or any aspect of muffins would be more able to traced back to us. A drake wouldn’t. I don’t believe Tips has that in his possession. So we could have some deniability in the matter. Tips wasn’t “here” - his “pet” was.