[D3, LN, EVENT] Ill-met by Moonlight

[Cearnach]

You almost miss it, shrouded as it is in night's shadow, but the southern door of the Abbey is ajar. The dark gap whispers its invitation to you, promising great opportunities, for someone is not where they are supposed to be this night!!


This is an Event for up to three participants. Your actions will determine how this scene plays out, and whether your presence becomes known to the other participants, or to the person or persons who are inside the Lady Chapel. For the purposes of this event, the following rules are in play:

1) All casual or loud sound within any part of the empty Abbey Church is audible in all of the other parts, with the exception of St. Edward's Chapel, which is separated from the rest by heavy doors.

2) Characters may be able to hear any whispering of the person or persons in the Lady Chapel from other parts of the church or from the exterior doors of the Lady Chapel with Awareness checks, using the following modifiers based on Location. Nave: -5 penalty, Quire and North Transept: -3 penalty, Apse: -2 penalty. Exterior Door: no penalty.

3) Further rolls may become necessary, depending on your decisions. Be ready and be descriptive!

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

Somewhat sleepless--the local cuisine, while abundant, is of different kind than he is accustomed to, and his ample stomach has reminded him of such--Andre finds himself seeking some solace in the Abbey. Even at night, it is open to penitents, dimly lit by candlelight, and its beauty makes it an attractive place at any time. But it is perhaps his bulk and concomitant heavy footfalls, or perhaps the rumbling in his plump belly, that ensures he hears little if anything as he kneels in prayer.

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Awareness checks at 18, https://orokos.com/roll/912067, which I believe is a failure for poor oblivious Andre.

[Miriam Yarchi]

[Fluff detail later when wake up/by my partner in crime . As she is the boss and so has the excuse why we are out at night. Also would my suspicion trait play into this? ]
( a sucess https://orokos.com/roll/912073 )

[Margaret de Beaumont]

With her faithful tutor in toe, Margaret has decided that tonight she needs to be in prayer. So she's come to the chapel late at night, the two young women managing, for once, to keep any titters or other inappropriate levity to themselves for the night, walking in arm in arm as Ladies of any era sometimes will. She leads her compatriot easily to the lit candles, lighting one for, theoretically, the crusaders in Jerusalem, motioning for her compatriot to do the same with the easy imperiousness of a young Nobel who happens to be exquisitely beautiful and thus used to everyone doing as she says.

Since they are quiet, perhaps they'll hear something!

Well...she certainly didn't. Good thing her companion did.

D3, LN: 1d20 19

[Cearnach]

As Andre steps into the Transept, he sees a flicker of motion in the shadows up ahead. Could be anything--a rat, a monk heading across the transept to return to the cloisters. He is aware, however, of the ladies coming up behind him.

And once they have entered and Margaret starts to lighting candles, Miriam's hackles rise as she hears a voice whisper "Keep. Still." Not to her, of course, but to some third party. The whisper is low, soft, with the harsh consonants rounded gently. This is not the situation she and Margaret thought they would be walking into. No, someone is trying to hide.

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

Andre, thinking nothing of seeing motion where people live and pray, pays it no mind.

Being aware of the ladies coming up, he heaves his bulk to his feet and turns to give such a bow as his belly permits him.

"Good evening," he says, and "Andre l'Ecrivain. Is there something I can help you with tonight?"

[Miriam Yarchi]

"Sir Andre, " she says with a partial courtesy " I had acompanied my lady to a prayer as the night was still warm and well enough to enjoy the stars on the way. " she says softly , remembering a debate about the stars between them a while ago, before she inclines her head a bit and softly whispers to margaret, " a woman hides in the dark " ensuring that this whisper can not be heard as far.

[Margaret de Beaumont]

Margaret curtsies as well, a properly shallow curtsy for a woman of her stature. At the whisper from Miriam, she tries to subtly examine her surroundings. “Yes, my tutor speaks true. What brings you here this late night? Since we were up anyway, some prayers seemed in order.” She continues her surveillance.

[Cearnach]

Margaret should feel free to make a second Awareness check with a +2 modifier, know that she knows what she's looking for.

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

"Sir Andre, " she says with a partial courtesy " I had acompanied my lady to a prayer as the night was still warm and well enough to enjoy the stars on the way. " she says softly , remembering a debate about the stars between them a while ago, before she inclines her head a bit and softly whispers to margaret, " a woman hides in the dark " ensuring that this whisper can not be heard as far.

"Milady flatters me," Andre says. "I have not the dignity of knighthood, though I am a baron's son.

"No," he continues, bowing again to Margaret, "I found myself unable to find sleep and, as you, thought I could do far worse than to offer prayers, despite the hour."

He notices the whisper and the looking around.

"Is something amiss?"

[Margaret de Beaumont]

Margaret peaks around into the shadows. Thanks to Miriam’s hissed warning, Margaret is able to cue in on where the hider is. Perhaps even who they are! Regardless, keeping that spot under survailance, she turns to take in Andre again and slashes her hand horizontally over the floor, trying to keep it quiet.

In a whisper, she says, “Yes, I find an hour in prayer with my tutor to guide me, or me to guide my tutor, does wonders for the soul and for becoming more tired. My Father says many men turn instead to spirits or self-abuse, so I’m glad you don’t fall into those.” She nods her head primly, eyes slanting to her tutor to see what the next step is.

Awareness +2: 1d20 7

(Is that 5 or 9? Either way, that’s a win)

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

Andre, still oblivious, gives a small laugh.

"Oh, no!" he says. "My sin is gluttony," and he pats his belly before continuing, "but a man has to err to be forgiven, and, well, I could hardly offer insult by turning away the viands provided by a gracious host!"

[Cearnach]

Margaret peaks around into the shadows. Thanks to Miriam’s hissed warning, Margaret is able to cue in on where the hider is. Perhaps even who they are! Regardless, keeping that spot under surveillance, she turns to take in Andre again and slashes her hand horizontally over the floor, trying to keep it quiet.


Awareness +2: 1d20 7

(Is that 5 or 9? Either way, that’s a win)

[[modifiers raise the level of your skill, so that the number you're trying to roll under increases]]


The shadows are thick, but you catch a glimpse of not one, but two figures huddled in an alcove. One is somewhat shorter than the other, and wrapped in a thick, dark cloak. The other one is taller, broad of shoulder, and almost certainly male.

[Miriam Yarchi]

She tries to get a better look at the sneaking ones without show that she knows that they are there.
"It does involve me presenting her translated arguments , from for example augustine, that she then uses as a guidance to think about." She says trying to explain the Faux pax a bit . " And men after all have more chances to engage in gluttony, as a maiden that engages in it is shamed for it then a man, as it is with many of them even if the spirtiual component remains the same."

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

"Ah, Augustine!" Andre says. "'Make me chaste and pure--but not yet!'

"But how have you handled Lombard?" he adds. "How have you found his Four Books of Sentences?"

[Margaret de Beaumont]

"She hasn't and may God in His grace and in His blood grant that she never shall find it. Though I doubt that will be so, since you have brought it to her ear. For myself, I am but a sinner, and it does not surprise me that God, in his infinite wisdom and majesty does not see fit to grant my lowly request. Verily, I shall do penance and so, I am sure, shall she."

She continues looking around and trying to ascertain exactly who these people are. After all, it wouldn't do to be snuck up on.

[Cearnach]

Margaret may make 2 Recognize checks at this point.

[Miriam Yarchi]

"Ah, Augustine!" Andre says. "'Make me chaste and pure--but not yet!'

"But how have you handled Lombard?" he adds. "How have you found his Four Books of Sentences?"

"It would be of interest to compare how her arranges it compared to Abraham ben David , Rafi or Maimodes, who after all engage in a similar gathering of commentary on gods laws and how one should see them, even if there is of course the differene in matters so it would be a pure structural comparison. "

[Margaret de Beaumont]

Margaret sighs as any errant pupil not wishing to do more work would, side-eyeing Miriam hard and mouthing "Now look what you've done!" to Andre. Regardless, she rolls her eyes, peering into the shadows.

First Recognize:
D3LN, Recognize 1: 1d20 10
Critical success!

Second Recognize:
D3LN, Recognize 2: 1d20 20
Abject failure.

[William de Braose]

The man is surely none other than William de Braose, the eldest son of the Lord of Bramber(!), while the woman you have never seen before in your life. She's pretty enough, but her expression is weirdly detached, showing none of the excitement and concern writ large on the knight's face.

[Margaret de Beaumont]

Well there's only one conclusion she can make to that. Sex. In the church. How...fantastic. Let's see how Bramber appreciates this new juicy piece of information. Now, if only she could recognize the woman! Judging by the look on her face, she's clearly not being pleasured. Such a common problem, really. Perhaps she's a doxy of some sort.

Of course, going against one such as Lord Bramber is a caution of a sort, as the unfortunate Welsh chieftains could warrant, were they alive to do so. In a hushed tone, careful not to raise it to the point where it can be heard beyond her small circle, Margaret says, "Don't look now, but it appears young William is having some sort of transporting religious experience with a young woman. Now the question becomes, do we let them know they've been seen or allow the youngster to defile this house that his father might assist the three of us in some fashion. Although I will say, should we seek the later, would be best if we accepted none of his invitations thereafter."

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

"What?"

Andre keeps his voice low, given the hour, but his large bulk stiffens somewhat, a pudding starting to grow stale.

"Which William? There seems no shortage of the name, as happens."

[Margaret de Beaumont]

Margaret smiles a bit coldly, almost more of baring her teeth against the coming challenge. “William the son of Lord Bramber. So you see why I say we shouldn’t accept invitations from his father we’re we to prompt him to prompt action.”

[Miriam Yarchi]

"A secret told openly, is one that loses its power " she whispers before she speaks louder."Do not worry I am sure that when I find those books you will learn well what is written in them." she says a bit louder as a distraction, to pretend that they did not saw them yet.

[Cearnach]

This would be a good time for Miriam to test Intrigue. Perhaps they bought it? Perhaps they did not.

[Miriam Yarchi]

This would be a good time for Miriam to test Intrigue. Perhaps they bought it? Perhaps they did not.

https://orokos.com/roll/912282
Sucees

[William de Braose]

The two forms remain quite still in the shadows for a while longer, clearly hoping and praying that y'all will clear out and they won't have to make a break for it. William de Braose is showing some concern. The lady looks bored.

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

Margaret smiles a bit coldly, almost more of baring her teeth against the coming challenge. “William the son of Lord Bramber. So you see why I say we shouldn’t accept invitations from his father we’re we to prompt him to prompt action.”

Andre nods.

"I believe I understand you," he says. "There're enough reports of such things in the records of old, to be sure."

[Margaret de Beaumont]

"I believe I understand you," he says. "There're enough reports of such things in the records of old, to be sure."

"I knew you were a man of uncommon learning." Margaret matches her tone to Miriam. "Perhaps we should sneak off, await them outside. Or do we wait out the doxy? How does one pay for a doxy anyway? I'd think a pound would be far too much."

[Andre l'Ecrivain]

Andre's face flushes at the coarse term.

He says nothing, however. Enough reading has convinced him to be silent in such cases.