Turn 3: Winter 1983
November 24th 1983
Intrigue:
[X] Plots are good for your health! Plot against: (Will receive intel on their moves, plus additional actions if the opportunity arises.)
-[X] Aife. Better keep tabs on her.
Personal:
-[X] Personal supervision. Supervise an action from the other sections. Gain +10 to rolls if Martial, Stewardship or Diplomacy action, +20 if Leaning or Mysticism action, +30 if Intrigue action. (May be used multiple times, but not on the same actions.)
--[X] Plot against Aife
It was more a stroke of luck than anything else by this point, Dace thought, as he read the report from one of his spies, that his daughter bought something from one of his shops. Of course she altered her appearance, however this didn't change the fact that even with black hair, brown eyes, a dirty face and a few fake moles, she was still eye-catching. Or, more probably, it was because of it that she was more easily noticed. After all, a poor woman wouldn't buy a costly fever reducer.
Still, it was an adequate enough camouflage, he supposed. His investigators tailed her, using the tracker in the bottle, and arrived at an empty flat, recently deserted. They just missed her, but it didn't matter. After all, if she was up and about, the potion was for her child, which meant that once he drinks it, Dace would have a reliable way to track her whereabouts by using her son.
The team came to his manor and dropped a few items, maps, books and baubles. After a bit of analysis, he managed to break the simplistic code on it and now, all he needed was time to spend over trying to understand what exactly his wayward (ex) daughter was after. After all, one didn't investigate old Myths and Magic lightly, even she knew that, or at least, he made sure to impress that upon her mind when she was younger. He still didn't know if it stuck or not.
Tracker placed on Aife! New option available next turn: Investigate Aife's plot.
December 1st 1983
Learning:
-[X] Translate books. Knowledge is always useful.
-[X]Dragon nest plans [Takes 1 session] (reduced because you have a live dragon to experiment with)
It took some time and was frustrating, especially considering dragon rearing wasn't his thing, at all, but he finally managed to translate the plans in their entirety, before throwing them in Oliver's way and proceeding to try and calm the headache it caused.
-[X] The old tales are sometimes true. Brush up on your knowledge, after all each time something supernatural happened, a wizard was behind it.
The problem with lore is that there are so many different interpretations of the same myth that nobody even remembers the truth behind it. Not even Dace's archives are immune to that, but at least, he does know which ones have truly happened, at the very least. For example, while Arthur existed, his sleeping with his sister Morgana was a hoax. In the end, there was too much data to find anything worthwhile if one was to look around aimlessly. However, he found some interesting things about the necklace his wife found. The implications were worrying though...
Mysticism:
-[X] Work on the Magic Book. Its powers have saved you multiple times, and yet, you know nothing of it.
Translating it was surprisingly easy, considering how much of a pain the dragon plans were, and it paid off. Dace finally knew what was up with that book, and when he did, he was both awed and horrified.
Magic Book becomes Book of Air!
If there was a book for the four elements, did that means there were books for the factions too? The thought of Riddle having a book containing so much magic about Death... He closed his eyes. This wasn't him. He didn't deal in what ifs. If there's a possibility of him having that book, then Dace needed to act as if it were on his possession already, and make contingencies.
Book of Air: Allows its owner to cast any spell from the school of Air, provided they have the necessary mana, regardless of the spell level. (List of spells :
Air Magic Spells - Heroes of Might and Magic III / Heroes 3 )
December 28th 1983
Diplomacy:
-[X] Have a chat with Dumbledore. You've put it off long enough, and as much as you loathe the old man, he is a major player and you shouldn't let him run around unchecked. This will open up funding/trade/information/socializing (ugh) options.
Dace arrived in a flash of green fire, dusting his robes as he strode through the room, heading towards the seats, not bothering with introductions. Dumbledore's eyes followed him hands steepled over his ornate desk, the portraits of the old directors of Hogwards protesting his impoliteness as he sat. His blue-green eyes scanned the room, from Dumbledore himself, clad in those garish mustard robes that he was sure he wore to annoy him, to the multiple odds and ends clutteres on tables on the side, to the phoenix that was looking at him with piercing eyes. He stopped a bit, trying to understand why the animal looked upset then remembered.
"You had your chance, remember? It isn't my fault you were slower than the dragons."
The bird seemed to huff, before breaking eye contact and beginning to comb its feathers with its beak. The silence fell down on the room, where Dace and Dumbledore looked at eachother, gauging, judging.
"Nigh'mare..."
The door suddenly opened, and a toddler entered. Blond haired, brown eyed, he looked like somebody took Frank Longbottom and shrunk him down. This was most likely Neville Longbottom.
Dumbledore got up from his seat and walked towards the toddler, grandfatherly persona firmly in place, and smiled at him gently, rubbing the boy's head.Meanwhile, the gears in Dace's mind were turning. Why would he be at Hogwarts? Well it was the 'safest place in Britain', where Dumbledore could keep an eye on him.
"Is that so? Well, this is problematic. Have you called on Whimsy and Dozy?" The old man asked while waving his wand and making the boy levitate, eliciting delighted giggles on his part.
"They weren't here, so I came for you."
Albus frowned, but it disappeared quickly.
"Well then, we should remedy to that, shouldn't we?" He wrote a note and had his familiar pick it up, teleporting away to its recipient. The boy then looked around, eyes fixed on Dace, before he looked away again towards Dumbledore, babbling excitedly as the man sat back on his chair, the child on his lap. Dace closed his eyes, counted up to ten and got up from his seat, his voice smoother than he would have thought.
"It seems I am intruding. I'll be on my way."
Dumbledore sighed as the room flashed green.
"Grandpa? Who was that?" Nevilled asked him innocently, having likely picked up on the tension between the two men unconsciously.
"A mistake, Neville. The biggest mistake I have made in many years." The man seemed to sag, looking as if every year of his life finally caught back to him.
So Prophecy was all it took, huh...
Failure.
January 10th 1984
Intrigue:
[X] Plotting is an excellent bonding activity!
-[X] Plot with Scáthach: +2 RP with Scáthach, Scáthach gains 1d2 Intrigue to base score. She's still a bit young, but better get started early!
Mysticism:
-[X] You've been having ... Dreams, lately. So, did Scáthach to be honest, and you're fairly sure that Aife and her spawn will, too. They aren't particularly alarming; however, they are abnormal. If anything, you should investigate what they mean.
Personal:
-[X] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
--[X] Spend time with Scáthach: +3 RP, chance of ???
Winter had pretty much become the season Dace devoted to spending time with his heiress, though most of that time was used to teach her valuable life lessons. Today was no different.
"So," Dace began today's lesson with a slightly sour expression. " today, we're going to be talking about 'needs must'. Someday, you'll find yourself in a situation where you need to cooperate with people you don't necessarily agree with.... Yes?" He stopped, seeing that his granddaughter has raised her hand with an oddly concentrated expression on her face.
"Like you and Dumbledore?" She asked innocently. Dace twitched, before breathing in and out and nodding.
"Yes. Exactly like Dumbledore and I." He acknowledged, before continuing, a hard look in his eyes as he looked at the fire in the chimney." In fact, you may find yourself needing to cooperate with people you absolutely despise for the sake of your goals, whichever they may be, knowing perfectly well that they are nothing more than giant, irresponsible liabilities..."
"Grandfather, you're doing it again. "This time Scáthach interrupted him as he was going into one of his rants. "Grandmother told me to stop you when you do that, but why are you doing it in the first place?"
Dace deflated like a balloon and sighed uncharacteristically, running a hand through his hair.
"Dumbledore... It's complicated. " He started, trying to find some way to talk about it. "Some think him a great hero for defeating Grindelwald, but they forget he's the one who enabled him in the first place. They say he's the only one the Terrorist ever feared, however, according to that Chamber of Secrets mess, he couldn't even reign him in when he was a student. It's true he's strong, and a genius. However, he limits himself too much when it matters and that causes him to become inefficient." He was hesitating to say more about it when he was interrupted.
"Don't mind him sweetheart." The doors opened dramatically, and Elizabeth entered, clad in a periwinkle dress embedded with small sapphires. " Getting anything personal out of him is like trying to pry off a cerberus' tooth. Dace here has a bad history with Dumbledore." She continued, sashaying around the room and plucking the little girl off the seat. " Honestly, it's a miracle he managed to last that long without insulting the man. He's not necessarily wrong, mind you, but there are things better left unsaid until later." She gave him a pointed look, before bringing the girl out with her, leaving Dace alone in his office.
The man covered his eyes with one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, before absentmindedly flicking his wand and sending a paper knife sailing through the air towards a copy of the older man's photograph on the journal. It struck true, a dull thud could be heard, but Dace didn't feel any better.
And then the dreams started.
A rocky island that was lapped at by the sea. A gigantic beast struck by a spear, its body, cut up and broken down into materials, a battlefield, a glowing figure falling down to the ground, a flash of red, and then nothing.
This wouldn't be that unusual, save for the fact that he dreamed of it every night, and it just so happened that dream interpretation, of Divination in general, wasn't his specialty. In fact, he was pretty inept at it. Still, it didn't take too much to guess what it was about, which is why he was unsurprised when Scáthach came to him one evening, clad in her pink nightdress, holding Amalthea in her arms and looking worried, talking to him about the dreams she had, identical to his.
There were only few reasons why they would both dream about the Isle of Skye and the Ulster Cycle, after all. It seemed he'd have to investigate his granddaughter's namesake.
+5 RP with Scáthach, Scáthach gains 1 Intrigue, Dace gains the trait Stressed.
Stressed : -1 to all stats, -10 to all rolls. All work and no play makes Dace want to go away ~
Go on an expedition?
[]No
[]Yes Costs 10 000 Galleons
Bring people with you?
[]No
[]Yes
-[]A small retinue : Higher risks, Smaller detection chances, 600 Galleons
You will go with a dragon, 2 druids, Oliver and your granddaughter.
-[]A medium retinue : Middling choice, 1 000 Galleons
Same as above, with 3 more dragons and another druid
-[]A large retinue: Lowest risks, Higher detection chances 1400 Galleons
Same as above, with one last dragon ( Sigurd), Hassan the wolf and a group of fairies.
-[]Write in: 100 Galleons / additional creature, fairy group counts as one.
Note: For the write in : Humanoid creatures generate little to no attention while those vastly unusual generate lots.
Sorry for the lateness, illness.
Dumbledice strikes again! And this time, Dace's the one paying for it~
On another hand, Queen of Shadows at hand. Yay? I mean, it was bound to happen since it was selected in character creation, but still, it's a bit early.