[Session 1] The Thief Pt.1
The maid you encounter appears to be in her late forties. 'Matronly' is perhaps the perfect word to describe her; she's noticeably overweight, but in a vaguely motherly way. The usual blue and white dress of the houseworkers is uncharacteristically messy; a state that the lord would be unlikely to permit (assuming it's who you think it is). Her scowl is equal parts frustrated and defeated, her eyes focused on a particular spot on the floor with no apparent reasoning. A couple of moments pass as she leans against the wall and tries to catch her breath, face red with exertion, completely oblivious to your presence.
?
She looks up, about to launch into an angry rant, before she realises you aren't who she initially thought. She recoils in a brief moment of horror, thinking she'd gone to insult you, before recomposing herself.
"Oh, ma'am. D-Do you need something?"
You pause, slightly perplexed by the treatment despite your lack of status, before remembering that you've probably been declared a guest of the house by the Magister. You somehow doubt it'll last for long, now that you're awake. As you're about to give you command response, a text box fills your view.
Brilliant.
Help?
She hesitates, before looking over to the table. A vase sits upon its side, mournfully empty. The maid pushes herself to her feet, before righting it. You take in the room around you; the table and vase
"Ah...I-Ah, can't possibly ask..."
She seems to stop.
Go on.
"The lord insists on having fresh-cut flowers in this room. Nobody uses it or looks at it, but he gets awful mad when it doesn't happen."
She takes a steadying breath.
"There's a couple of boys who like t' steal the flowers when no-one's looking. Made a game of sneaking up here an' making off with them. Finally caught one of them trying it, but I'm not as young as I used to be. If I were their parents, I'd give 'em a right hidin'..."
She finally seems recovered now.
"Right now, I haven't the time to go out and get more flowers...Would you be a dear and pick some more?"
A sudden movement draws your eye to the top right of your vision, where a quest tracker has appeared. At first, it's the barest texture upon the world, but it slowly becomes more opaque as you focus on it.
Collect 5 Flowers OR Follow the thief
CHOOSE ONE
[] Go out and pick some more flowers [1D20 Gathering Experience]
[] Find the boy who stole the flowers [Combat Encounter]
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Another short one. Not super happy with it, but if I wait till Saturday (i.e. when I have more free time) to actually write, I'm pretty sure I'll run out of steam.
?
She looks up, about to launch into an angry rant, before she realises you aren't who she initially thought. She recoils in a brief moment of horror, thinking she'd gone to insult you, before recomposing herself.
"Oh, ma'am. D-Do you need something?"
You pause, slightly perplexed by the treatment despite your lack of status, before remembering that you've probably been declared a guest of the house by the Magister. You somehow doubt it'll last for long, now that you're awake. As you're about to give you command response, a text box fills your view.
Command Responses
While you are unable to converse directly with most characters in this world, you can use short mental phrases to prompt responses! Just think of a word to move the conversation forward. For instance, let's use the command response "Help?"
Brilliant.
Help?
Excellent! Just like that. In future scenarios, you may be given a number of preset commands that will progress the story. Remember to look to the bottom right of your view while in HUD mode.
She hesitates, before looking over to the table. A vase sits upon its side, mournfully empty. The maid pushes herself to her feet, before righting it. You take in the room around you; the table and vase
"Ah...I-Ah, can't possibly ask..."
She seems to stop.
Go on.
I'll leave you to your work, then.
I'll leave you to your work, then.
Go on.
"The lord insists on having fresh-cut flowers in this room. Nobody uses it or looks at it, but he gets awful mad when it doesn't happen."
She takes a steadying breath.
"There's a couple of boys who like t' steal the flowers when no-one's looking. Made a game of sneaking up here an' making off with them. Finally caught one of them trying it, but I'm not as young as I used to be. If I were their parents, I'd give 'em a right hidin'..."
She finally seems recovered now.
"Right now, I haven't the time to go out and get more flowers...Would you be a dear and pick some more?"
A sudden movement draws your eye to the top right of your vision, where a quest tracker has appeared. At first, it's the barest texture upon the world, but it slowly becomes more opaque as you focus on it.
Collect 5 Flowers OR Follow the thief
CHOOSE ONE
[] Go out and pick some more flowers [1D20 Gathering Experience]
[] Find the boy who stole the flowers [Combat Encounter]
* * * * * * * *
Another short one. Not super happy with it, but if I wait till Saturday (i.e. when I have more free time) to actually write, I'm pretty sure I'll run out of steam.
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