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== Competitions, Concubines, and Justice == | |||
{{Fuelwen}}: We caught hints of a poetry competition. Brilla decided to try her hand at it, thinking that she could parlay the winnings into something more concrete. I understand that unfettered access to the Emperor's concubines is valuable in this society, but I'm not sure how fungible it is. | |||
I spent some time prepping Brilla for the competition. I have more than a little knowledge of literature and some of the forms used. | |||
In between prep and competition, we sought the dragon, $DRAGON_NAME at the arena. We spoke with one of his servants who handled the business side of things in the arena. He offered an invitation to us to compete- a group of prisoners were to be executed. | |||
Things have been stressful lately. I needed some relaxation, and so did Splat. We signed up, along with Tsk'tsk. Afterwards, bloodied but satisfied, I was ready to watch Brilla win her poetry competition. | |||
== And, um, more justice… sort of? == | |||
{{Fuelwen}}: Traveling along a dis-used section of road, we were accosted by bureaucrats offended that Bo had resigned from death. I think they were likely exceeding their authority, but that's neither here nor there. We killed them- but it did help me realize that I've grown to accustomed to channeling my spells; I forget that normal casting requires more concentration. | |||
Still, we were victorious, even if I spent most of the fight running from my own death. | |||
== Rewards == | == Rewards == | ||
Revision as of 19:44, 6 March 2011
Starring: 
Bo, 
Fuelwen, 
Brilla, and 
TskTsk
Guest Starring: Callow
Challenge: Arena combat (criminals and tiefling); Jumped by thugs attempting to kill Bo
Location: Fan Empire
Date Played: 22 Jan 2010
Competitions, Concubines, and Justice
Fuelwen: We caught hints of a poetry competition. Brilla decided to try her hand at it, thinking that she could parlay the winnings into something more concrete. I understand that unfettered access to the Emperor's concubines is valuable in this society, but I'm not sure how fungible it is.
I spent some time prepping Brilla for the competition. I have more than a little knowledge of literature and some of the forms used.
In between prep and competition, we sought the dragon, $DRAGON_NAME at the arena. We spoke with one of his servants who handled the business side of things in the arena. He offered an invitation to us to compete- a group of prisoners were to be executed.
Things have been stressful lately. I needed some relaxation, and so did Splat. We signed up, along with Tsk'tsk. Afterwards, bloodied but satisfied, I was ready to watch Brilla win her poetry competition.
And, um, more justice… sort of?
Fuelwen: Traveling along a dis-used section of road, we were accosted by bureaucrats offended that Bo had resigned from death. I think they were likely exceeding their authority, but that's neither here nor there. We killed them- but it did help me realize that I've grown to accustomed to channeling my spells; I forget that normal casting requires more concentration.
Still, we were victorious, even if I spent most of the fight running from my own death.
