private The First Song: Clover's Rest

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

The hall you find yourself in seems to be dining room, but one fit for one of the Royal Sisters. The colossal table is filled with all kinds of exquisite breakfast treats, yet only set for a single pony.

The butler takes one last look at you all (gifting Jabber with an especially suspicious glance), before adressing Lance.

"Wait here, while I inquire whether her Ladyship will see you. Officer, I hope I can trust you in ensuring that this... this rascal  does not help himself to the silverware."

Without waiting for an nswer, she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. After a few moments you can hear the key turning in the lock.

[Standard User 2,127]

Ignoring whatever army-standard insult Lance would retort with, Jabber hopped off the couch and approached the door. "Did...did anyone else hear that? I think they locked us in here!" He peered into the keyhole, but could not make out anything on the other side. "Yeah, yeah, I think they really did lock us in here..."

 

Jabber turned around to face the party, specifically Lance. "Okay, then, soldier. What do we do now? I get the feeling that we're not welcome here...did you see how that butler looked at me?"

[The-Master 1,176]

"As you wish." Lance gave a shallow bow, before glaring back at Jabber. He couldn't think of a more irresponsible candidate for any mission. What exactly was going through their heads?

 

"They may have indeed locked us in. I would have done the same to keep you under control." He got over his spiteful words, now focussing on the situation at hoof. "Just wait and see, all will reveal itself in time."

Edited January 11, 2013 by The-Master

[Standard User 2,127]

If the boss-pony said wait, then wait he would.

But waiting was hard. REALLY hard.

 

So Jabber paced the room, eyeing all of the really shiny and pretty objects adorning the walls and hiding in drawers and wow, even the rug looked really expensive...

(I'm guessing a Dexterity check for spotting/finding things? I rolled a 7. Jabs wants some new junk to sell, yo.)

 

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

The inspection of the room rveals nothing more that the goldleaf on the bulky furniture is starting to peel. Everything small enough to carry, from the candle holders to the porcellain seems to be marked with the family crest ( a six-sided gem encircled with stars). In fact most of the items in the room look like they predate the Founding. the only exception seem to be a tall harp at one of the windows and a pile of books stacked on a couch.

 

Your exploration is cut short by the sound off the door being unlocked.

The unicorn that enters is tall, slim and has the look of sllep deprivation and grief about her, along with the grace of the truly well-bred. As the butler shuffles in behind her, she glances at each of you in turn, obviously unsure whom to address. In the end she gives a court nod to Jabber.

"I bid a good morning to you. My name is Pristine of House Evenstar. How may I help you?"

[Discorded Bluenote 126]

 -snip of awness-

(Thought I gave up have you? >;P)

 

After noting that none of the others had spoken for a minute, provoking a unneeded silence, so she answered with a brief statement: "We are searching for a particular pony that was deemed missing after he left for Clover's Rest. Perhaps you know some information about him, I presume?"

 

(I didn't bring my die with me to Mississippi, so I used random.org's dice roll program. Does this count, and if so, I got 5 total. (4 + 1))

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

(Never crossed my mind)

 

 

The mare's reserved distance evaporates instantly. In a heartbeat she has crossed the room and taken a hold of Bluenote's shoulder.

"Clover's Rest? Are you friends of Jasper?  Have you head of him? Please tell me that they found him."

Edited January 12, 2013 by Silverwisp the Bard

[The-Master 1,176]

The mare's reserved distance evaporates instantly. In a heartbeat she has crossed the room and taken a hold of Bluenote's shoulder. "Clover's Rest? Are you friends of Jasper?  Have you head of him? Please tell me that they found him."

Lance stood up in shock, one hoof firmly grasping the hilt of his sword. "What kind of spectre is this?" He slowly began to walk backwards towards the door, only to find out that it is in fact still locked. "Damn it all! Fine, what is this spectre on about? I cannot make out what it is she's trying to tell us."

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

@@The-Master,@@Silverwisp the Bard,  

 

(Screw it! I'm not going to let this die on me.)

 

Rambler watched Lance with shock and confusion. What had gotten into him all of a sudden?

 

"Whoa, calm down there Lance. The lady is just trying to talk to us. Now then, as a matter of fact miss, we've been assigned to investigate Jasper's disappearance. We were told you may know something about it that might help us?"

 

(roll wit to convince her to tell me what she knows: [6+5+1-2=10])

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

"I-I believe you. Poppy, please leave us alone."

"Pristine I can't leave you alone with that scoundrel and feathered maniac!"

"Please, Poppy. If they are friends of Jasper, I am sure that they can be trusted."

For moment it looks like the butler is going to stay, then she shuffles towards the door, stopping only to give Lance a glare that would put a cockatrice to shame.

"If you touch one hair on her head, I'll have you plucked!"

After the door is closed, Pristine, finally lets go off Bluenote and sits down again.

"You must excuse Poppy, she does not approve of Jasper, or any colt for that matter. And pray, forgive my outburst, but I have been sick with worry ever since Jasper left for that dreadful place and the Guard would not help me. If there is anything I know, that will help you find him, please ask."

[Standard User 2,127]

snip

 

Jabber took in a deep breath, readying himself to explain to that self-righteous butler just how much of a scoundrel he could be, but managed to hold his tongue. Losing his cool in front of the target would be uncouth.

 

"Ahem," Jabber coughed into his hoof. "M'lady, before we can help you we need to know more about Jasper. Was he involved in any activities that would make him a target of unsavory characters?" For a brief moment, Jabber's mind flashed to all of the 'unsavory characters' that he had ever met -- geez, he could write a book of names.

 

 

THIS RP STILL LIVES. EMERGENCY CPR ACTIVATED.

 

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

(We got a pulse! Sorry, but due to a recent episode I had to do some major rewrites)

 

"Well I met Jasper five years ago, his father left Canterlot more than fifteen years ago. I have never met, him but from what I heard, he must have been a terrible ruffian and all too font of the drink. So after he had Jasper told me that the only thing that kept the two of them off each others throats was his mother, so when she passed away, he came here.

I met him at a literary salon and we struck up a conversation. He told me he was working on a compilation of classical and pre-unity legends and mare tales. He said their preservation were too important to be left to peasa-"

There is an almost imperceptible pause and a guilty glance towards Rambler.

"Earth ponies. Anyway we met again and again and we grew...fond of each other, so I offered to take lodging in this estate.

We... we were planning on marrying after the release of his book.

Then he got word of his father's death and he made of to that dammnable place. I begged him not to go, but he said, he owed it to his mother. He said he would be back within a couple of days. But he did not return and the Guard would not listen to me because they think he wandered into that dreadful forest."

She pauses and dries her eyes with a handkerchief.

"That's all I can think of. If there's anything more I can do to help me, please ask."

 

Is..is there any

[Standard User 2,127]

 

 

Jabber felt a little voice in his head telling him to back out of this whole scenario before it got dangerous...after all, he was a lover, not a fighter! But he steeled himself, vowing that he would take advantage of everyone they encountered and make a nice pile of bits. "Well, dear lady, there are two things I can think of. First, could we see the book that Jasper was working on? And second, if we hope to find him we need a modest sum of bits to fund our search. Anything you could offer would be greatly appreciated."

 

 

Wisdom roll, yes? I rolled a 3. 5+3+2+1 = 11

 

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

"You can have this."

Lighting up her horn, Pristine pulls one of the books from the stack on the couch and levitates it over to Jabber. It is little more than a bunch of loose pages and notes, bound in cheap leather.

"It's one of Jasper's earlier drafts. It is not the complete thing, of course, but Jasper said, these were the important stories, the ones that mattered. Please take good care of it."

"As for money, I'm afraid I can give you no more than maybe 50 bits at the moment. Will that be enough?"

A small silken pouch is produced, seemingly out of thin air. it is embroidered with the crest of House Evenstar

"Show this to Jasper, when you find him, he- he'll know that I send you."

She says no more, but from her posture, it is quite obvious, that she wishes to be alone.

Edited January 31, 2013 by Silverwisp the Bard

[The-Master 1,176]

"What kind of joke is this?" Lance simply scowled at the mare, taking none of her words seriously. "If I have to endure any more of this I shall just be off. Demote me for all I care, but I will not parley words with you any longer. Now how the hell am I supposed to get out of here?" Lance tried the door again, having no luck the second time round. He remembered the sword strapped to his side, placing a hoof on the hilt.

[Discorded Bluenote 126]

-snip-

(IT'S ALIVE!!!!!)

 

Bluenote distinctively wrinkles her snout at this. "It is not that serious I hope?", she asks Lance. At the moment, she saw no reason for there to be any high toned voices...unless it is our hostess, which seems to want to be left alone at the moment.

 

"I think it is time for us to take our leave.", she says after a bit.

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

Rambler nodded, "Aye, we've got what we came for, now we'd best be off, lest we overstay our welcome."

 

He turned to Pristine, "Anyway, thank you for your help madam, it's much appreciated. And don't you worry, I'm sure we'll find Jasper soon."

 

Rambler headed over to the door and waited for the others.

[Standard User 2,127]

Jabber pocketed the bag of bits and Jasper's book, careful to hide his devilish smirk as he delighted in the clink-ing of bits. What a musical sound a bag full of bits made.

 

He turned back to face Pristine and beckoned for her hoof. "M'lady, it has been an honor and a privilege. We shall return as soon as we have any information. Until next time..." He gently placed his lips against her hoof and subtly winked in her direction. A beautiful mare (though slightly older than his usual tastes) was almost as lovely a sight as a handful of coinage.

 

"Okay, Rambler, let's head out. Bluenote, meathead? You wanna join us?"

[The-Master 1,176]

"Good luck with that." Lance said with frustration. "I still can't get this ruddy door to..." Suddenly the door managed to open without any trouble, the soldier looking a bit confused. "I've had enough of this for one day. Have fun on your adventure or whatever it is your doing."

[Discorded Bluenote 126]

(>meathead)

 

(You are so dead)

 

Bluenote rolled her eyes at Jabber and muttered something so inconsiderate that it was like cursing Princess Celestia. "You've got some big mouth there Jabber.", she said after walking out of the door. "You'd best put your hoof where your mouth is at this point, because I don't want to hear a word from you.

[Standard User 2,127]

-depressing snipsnipsnip-

 

Jabber wheeled around on one hoof. "Woah, woah, Lance, buddy, pal, where are ya' going? We just started!" He took a few tentative steps toward the soldier before noticing that Bluenote was also walking in the opposite direction. "Ah- wait, wait! We need to stick together! C'mon, everypony!" 

 

 

, meathead wasn't aimed at you, in case that was the feeling you were getting. 

 

Edited January 31, 2013 by Kolth

[Discorded Bluenote 126]

(Oh)

(Okay)

(xD)

(Because I reread it and remembered you only called Lance that.)

()

 

"The exit is over here smart one. You sure you don't need glasses? Or, better yet, are you doubting our ability to stay together? If so, it isn't my fault, its just some people arn't pulling their load like they should be."

[Standard User 2,127]

"Hey, I'm a klutz, not a bat. I can see just fine!" Jabber laughed uneasily and began following Rambler and Bluenote. "Lance, don't you wanna go on an adventure? See the world, fight for your honor or...y'know, whatever guards do? This is your chance! So..." Jabber thrust a hoof at the door. "Let's go get this party started!" 

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,353]

You are escorted out of the estate by a still-furious Poppy, who slams the ancient door behind you. As you make your way towards the city gates, you are approached by a unicorn in the ornate armor of the nightwatch, an uncommon sight in broad daylight.

"Good morning to you all. A common friend has asked me to, and I must point out that I quote, "take the helm away from that idiot, before I take off his head. And tell him that this is a mission for Equestria, so he better get his act together".

And Master Jabbermouth, the lady Lenore has asked me to inform you, that House Evenstar owns in fact little more than its name. You see, it is quite difficult for nobles of their rank to actually find a work that won't disgrace their name.

The lady Pristine has been working hard for most of her life, doing some exquisite illuminations for the royal chronicle and tutoring at the academy. Now, the lady Lenore has decided to help out a bit by commissioning a mural for Nightwatch Tower. She'd be most grateful, if you could find it within you to contribute a small sum to that endeavor."

[Standard User 2,127]

And Master Jabbermouth, the lady Lenore has asked me to inform you, that House Evenstar owns in fact little more than its name. You see, it is quite difficult for nobles of their rank to actually find a work that won't disgrace their name.

The lady Pristine has been working hard for most of her life, doing some exquisite illuminations for the royal chronicle and tutoring at the academy. Now, the lady Lenore has decided to help out a bit by commissioning a mural for Nightwatch Tower. She'd be most grateful, if you could find it within you to contribute a small sum to that endeavor."

 

Ugh, charity. Jabbermouth hated charity almost as much as he hated guards, locked doors, and mornings he woke up chained to the bedpost with all of his bits stolen. But the Nightwatch wasn't a branch of the Royal Guard that Jabber needed on his list of "Ponies Who Don't Like Me So Much", so he reluctantly reached into his bag and pulled out a handful of bits. "Here, uh, fifteen, eighteen...there. Twenty bits. That's all she gave me. Make sure I go on a list of ponies who donated to this mural of yours."

 

 

Wisdom roll for the bluff, woohoo. Rolled a three, so 5 + 3 + 1 = 9