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Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Padme's hesitation was understandable, really. And not just because of the way he'd attacked her. She'd been raised with the reality of the Jedi, and then had followed her heart into a forbidden relationship with him. And now, he was asking to take that relationship out into the public eye. It couldn't be easy for her to contemplate. And so, when she asked to be left alone, he nodded and rose. There was another refresher in the apartment, after all. He was mostly dry and dressing himself, when he heard the bathroom door open. The black fabric of his uniform clung lightly to his damp skin, and his hair hung limp around his sides. Despite wanting to turn and take her in his arms, he kept his back to her as he cinched up his belt - the better to grant her the privacy she needed. Anakin? she whispered, touching his shoulder. He turned at that, and his breath caught at the sight of her. She wore a simple green gown, and a green cloak with a hood, and her dark hair tumbled in waves across her shoulders and back. I refuse to call you Darth Vader. He chuckled at that. I'll never ask you to, Padme. Darth Vader is a mask. A name to rally troops around, and to terrify the enemies of the Republic. He leaned in to kiss her, and found his lips brushing her cheek. For you - to you - I will always be Anakin. He smiled at her as she slipped from the room, then sighed and straightened his back. It was as if a mask covered his features, hiding him as the weight of being Darth Vader once more settled over him. Distantly, he caught the faint whisper of voices. One the voice of Obi-Wan, and the other unknown but hauntingly familiar... There is still good in him. He's more machine now than man twisted and evil. Flexing his metallic fist, Darth Vader eyed the prosthetic limb for a moment. Than, with a scowl, he thrust it into the black gauntlet that hid the golden hand. Not even the General, hmm? Rex said, voice speculative under the distortion of the helmet. As you wish, ma'am. A pause. Maybe I'll get to throw him off the Embassy Spire yet. He walked beside Padme in as much silence as an armored Trooper could manage. Nothing personal, you understand. I've just always been curious if I could manage it. And besides, how many times do you get to do that to your commander? Rex paused outside her office door, nodding slightly at the two troopers who joined him. We can head off your appointments if you want, as well. It's been a rough few days. If you want the day off, just let us know and we'll tell the Supreme Chancellor himself to piss off. Another beat. To respectfully piss off, that is.
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Padme blinked a few times when Rex made a joke. A small smile dotted along her lips and she began to move inside of her work office. Padme was surprised when Rex and two Troopers followed. Stopping, she looked at him when Rex said it was nothing personal when he wished to throw Anakin across the Embassy Spire. Nothing personal taken. I'm sure General Skywalker would be quite amazed himself, she attempted to distance herself from him in any sort of relationship that would break further beyond the boarders of 'friends,' but she was beginning to wonder if Rex was in on the marriage. But now, Rex was attempting to make her stay easier. It was as if he had known about the whole ordeal. She turned and gently lowered her hood. Please commander Rex. I cannot put my own needs first. If I cancel, I'll continue a bad habit already further. But I appreciate your concern, She mused a bit to herself before shaking her head and offering him a smile. Thank you. And gently, she closed the doors behind her. Falling into her comfortable chair, she began to rummage through the paperwork had that accumulated itself upon her desk. She went to work immediately. Padme was very good about letting go and moving forward, at least when it came to petty work such as this. She'd say, come in, softly and rise whenever Rex announced her appointment clients were here. By the end of the evening, she was out of the doors and taking her time on the elevator as she watched the bustling night life of Coruscant began. Not here, she whispered and gently placed a hand to her belly. They deserved to be born in a place not filled with deceit and the rush of things. Entering her apartment, she called out to Anakin, only to find him preparing for the gala event tonight as well. She assumed that he would wear robes...? Or armor of some kind? She wasn't sure exactly what his position stood on now. Wetting her lips, she politely accepted a kiss to the cheek from him and looked down and away, making her way to the dresser. CP0, my golden dress, please, she commented softly and the droid immediately knew where he needed to go. He found his way surprisingly through the massive space that was known as Padme's closet. She began to change innocently at Anakin's side, awkwardly trying to bring up conversation. I accomplished much today. I was even able to sign a delegation for peace on a few planets. Not everyone is happy with your Emperor, she said, distaste in her mouth. I am lucky how much influence I hold, she slipped into the dress that CP0 had draped in his arm and she thanked him lightly and attempted to zip herself, but couldn't reach the zipper. Ah, Ani? Could you help me a moment? She asked politely, the smooth curve of her back tempting him to places he'd already tried to go. She added a matching golden headpiece to complete the looked and placed her hands on her belly, wincing a little. They were moving quickly tonight. Out of excitement or fear, she did not know. Are we ready to go?
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

You seem troubled, my young apprentice, Darth Sidious observed. Speak. Vader looked up from the hololithic table, eying his Master carefully. I... am concerned about some of these plans. Sidious drew closer, examining the displays. Which ones? The establishment of a Republic Security Bureau, to fill the void left by the destruction of the Jedi? The expansion of the military? The... This... ball, Vader interrupted. I do not see the need for such a thing. Ah, Lord Vader, Sidious laughed. It is times like this that reveal how much of your education has been neglected. The ball is essential . Why? Vader challenged. We have shattered the Jedi, scattering the survivors to the winds. We have announced their treachery, and your own role in defending the Republic. The Supreme Chancellor's eyes met those of his apprentice. They must be reassured that, in the wake of this, they are safe. A pause. They need a hero, Lord Vader. Me. Yes, you. The one good Jedi, and here Sidious' voice dripped sarcasm. The man who, when forced to choose between loyalty to the Order and loyalty to the Republic, chose the Republic . The man who found the Seperatist leaders and ended the war single-handedly. The Sith Lord smiled. You are going to be feted and lauded and honored, Lord Vader. The people will love you. And it will tie them to us all the more. The conversation still occupied his thoughts when he returned to the Embassy. At least, it occupied his thoughts until Commander Rex blocked his path. Orders, General, he'd said, and Vader could practically see the smile under the helmet. I need to check with the ambassador, first.' You're enjoying this, Rex, Vader said. Hells yes I am, General, Rex laughed. How often do I get to fuck with my CO, on his own orders? Vader crossed his arms across his chest and waited, staring impassively at Rex. The Clonetrooper's voice went silent for a minute. Right. You're cleared. Guess I don't get to toss you off the spire. You're obsessing, Rex. Too right I am. Opportunities like this don't come along everyday. Shaking his head, Darth Vader strode down the hall and into the living chambers of the Ambassador's apartment. Their apartment, really. Padme stood with her back to the door, the golden cloth of a long gown clinging to her form, and the back open to reveal the full length of her body from the curve of her rear to the graceful column of her neck. Ah, Ani? she called, struggling to reach the zipper. Could you help me a moment? He stepped forward, fingers tracing slowly up the length of her back as he caressed her spine. What sort of help do you want? he whispered, slipping some of the fabric from her shoulders in a half-playful manner as he kissed the nape of her neck. Are we ready to go? she asked. Anakin nipped gently at the base of her neck, and his living hand slipped beneath her dress as it drifted low. Depends, he murmured, gently squeezing the firm flesh of her rear. Where do you want to go..?
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Anakin Skywalker would have felt uncomfortable as he walked into the glittering room filled with the great and powerful of the Republic. Even though a Jedi was supposed to be above considerations of class and status, he'd never fully absorbed that lesson. Too aware that he'd been born a slave, too aware that he had inky been trained in defiance of the Council, he reacted poirly in such environments. Curt, belligerent, aloof, cold, all of these words had been used to describe him. All because Anakin Skywalker struggled against his iwn distaaste and sense of inadequacy. But Darth Vader had none of those weaknesses. Darth Vader recignized them all for what they were sycoohants and toadies and profiteers. Men and women who had built financial empires on the backs of the kind of women and men he had been born to be. Creatures who clutched whips and titles and spoke of democracy . Don't like this, General, Rex muttered. The Clonetrooper had been required, by virtue of his rank, to eschew his armor for the black dress uniform of the Republic. It was clear from the hard expression on his face that he hated the way people were staring at his scarred features. Too open. Too many ambush points. The only threat we will face here, Commander, Vader answered, will be the risk of drowning in a sea of tedium. Padme, who had steadfastly refused to walk at his side, moved forward to speak ti the Chancellor. Vader followed in her wake, ignoring the hangers-on who sought his attention. As he drew near, he heard Sidious asking after the health of the twins. They will be born soon enough, Chancellor, he said, moving to stand at her side. In a few more weeks, I will accompany her to Naboo - she has exoressed a desire for peace and solitude. He paused. With only her famiky in attendance. A murmur of conversation erupted, at the sight of the Hero of the Republic standing next to the pregnant Senator. Palpetine leaned forward. And the father's wishes? A collective intake if breath was heard at those words. Darth Vader merely met Darth Sideous' gaze. I believe, he said, that the father has consented to honor her wishes.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

Our gorgeous heroine Cyanea was born the daughter of a High Tricarnian noble. More out of a nunch at a rather early age say when she was five or six years old she bought herself an elderly Lhobanite slave name Luan Li. Maybe it was because she was impressed by the gentle dignified demeanor he exhibited even under such unfortunate circumstances. A bit later she observed him doing some strange practice sessions, and not much longer after that she convinced him to teach her these secret skills of his. Again in secret, of course. Sadly a month after her thirteenth birthday Luan died of old age, but by then he had taught her all the fundamentals she needed to know. A bit more than a year later, however, disaster struck. Apparently her family, due to a scheme gone wrong, was in dire financial straits. And her father tried to remedy this by marrying Cyanea - by now blossomed into an exemplar of beauty - off to Magistrate Phrakus, some very wealthy merchant, who also happened to be an old and overweight lecherous horn dog. At that time her darker kinks were not yet developed, and so she showed the natural reaction of utter revulsion at the first sight of her husband to be. Which led to an improvised departure from her homeland in the middle of one of the following nights. Since then Phrakus has tried to reclaim his prize by sending bounty hunters after her to kidnap her and bring her back so he can satisfy his carnal urges with her body, but so far she has eluded capture. Phrakus obsession has grown to a point where he is willing to travel abroad himself once a good lead shows up. Meanwhile five years have passed, and in no small part due to Luan Li's teachings, Cyanea has had a rather successful career as adventuress, traveling the world, meeting interesting people and alternating between killing and fucking them. This is her story.....
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

Introduction This scenario is best suited for a group of heroes, but can also be played by a Lone Wolf hero. Cyanea is a mercenary at the service of Baron Grotho of Grimdell, a bannerman of the Count of Felantium. A few months ago, the Baron left his castle and his only daughter, Lia, in the care of Gilastius, a learned man as well and Lias personal physician. At the request of his lord, he fought the Cairnlanders in Northeim. Now Grotho is returning home. As he approaches his castle, he can hardly believe the news. During his absence Gilastius revealed himself as a wicked Lotusmaster and has used his dark arts to create a legion of minions. He has proclaimed himself lord of Grimdell and forced Lia to marry him. Baron Grotho has laid siege to Castle Grimdell, but the fortress has sturdy walls, is surrounded by a moat, and its northern side is protected by the mountains. Gilastius has closed the gates and his small army of foreign soldiers has been resisting Grothos assaults for three weeks. Cyanea is among Grothos infantrymen. As the scenario begins, she is standing in chains in the Barons tent. Grotho is drinking wine from a horn and looking at her with his piercing eyes. In a booming voice, he says The sergeant told me you quarreled with another soldier and killed him. You know the rules kill and be killed. You will all be beheaded at dawn. But he also told me you are among the toughest women in my army. Our scouts have reported Syranthian mercenaries approaching. They number twice our size, and will be here in a day or two. Gilastius may the crows devour his black heart will pay them with gold from my own coffers! We cannot stand against them. If we dont conquer the castle tomorrow, well all be food for worms. I need a heroine who will sneak into the castle, kill the traitor, and save my daughter. Without their leader, Gilastius army will surrender. The mission is dangerous, but if you succeed, youll be spared and rewarded. Refuse and the executioners axe will show you no mercy. Tonight is moonless, and this will give you an advantage. The choice is yours, but you must decide now.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

Cyanea looks back at the baron calmly and the chains clink momentarily as she adjusts the position of her wrists. Her opinion on the baron has taken a nosedive since that incident. That pig of a soldier had insisted on her sharing his bed, and when she had refused he had charged her with a knife drawn. So she had caved in his skull. What else was she supposed to do? The barons mind was set on his stubborn set of rules, though, and she had no desire to lose her head in the morning. So she had to weigh whether it was easier to escape tonight, or to fulfill that suicide assassination mission. The latter at least carried the promise of a reward. Let us stop pretending this is really a choice. she therefore started, her voice unexpectedly calm considering the circumstances. I will attempt this mission of yours. I will venture into the castle and slay Gilastius. If you want me to succeed, though, it would be helpful if you told me all you know about the castle's layout and the lotus masters potential whereabouts. Secret passages included.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

Yes. I will give you lay the lay out and and aide against the Lotus magic itself, explains Baron Grotho with a nod. As soon as The baron said that,a pale man steps out of the shadows and the Baron introduces him as Sviss Vann, a skilled Lotusmaster at his service. You must be very careful, Sviss says in a whispering voice. Gilastius has mastered the Lotus arts of illusion and shape shifting. I wonder where he learned such forbidden knowledge. Take this Lotus Pearl, it will help you see through his deceptions. He hands the Cyanea a small glass ball full of milky liquid. It is a White Lotus of Truth, a powerful concoction having the dispel power Arcane skill d10. It must be broken against the target to dispel any foul sorcery, and can double as sling projectile if necessary. Or simply make a fighting check to smash it against a target. This item can be used in various ways during the adventure, but the heroes have only one and should not waste it. Castle Description The castle vaguely resembles a traditional medieval fortress. It is a mix of traditional Imperial mansions and rough Northeim buildings, consisting of a large, two-story tower protected by a stone fortification with battlements. In the courtyard there is a well fundamental during sieges, the stables, and a smithy. The entire complex is surrounded by a moat full of water. The drawbridge is activated by a mechanism located in the tower above the gate. Grotho gives the heroes their gear back and offers his help in making a plan. There are two ways into the castle, from above or from below. Castle Grimdells northern side is bordered by the almost vertical face of a mountain. With the right equipment, the party can climb up the mountain and reach the castles battlements. The daring feat must be accomplished quickly and silently, because there are sentinels patrolling the walls. As for the second way in, Grotho knows there is a passage somewhere under the moat leading into the castles dungeons. The problem is no one has ever seen it or used it. It might have caved in, or now be the lair of some terrible beast. This plan is not as daring as the first, but the heroes must swim underwater across the moat without alerting the sentinels on the battlements, then dive to the bottom and find the passage, if it exists. As a general rule, the party sets off in the dead of night 1 AM and the mission must be completed before the sun rises 5 AM. You have until dawn. Then I attack, whether you have killed the sorcerer or not. Lord Grotho says as you leave.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

There is a third way in, Cyanea thinks to herself. It is no wonder that Grotho has not mentioned it, though, since that third way is only available to individuals with the capacity to jump very high. As fortune would have it she was one such individual, old Luan Li be blessed once again for his most fruitful tutelage. She will keep this as a last resort, though, and ponder the other two options first to save the inner strength powering her for a quick escape if necessary. The secret passage would have the big advantage that she would appear in the castle's dungeons. Even if someone noticed her arrival there, it would not be able to alert the whole fortress that quickly and she would have options to take out the retainers. The main downside, though, was that she was not a very good swimmer and unsure whether she could pull off that extended diving maneuver. The clim in from the cliff face was the more natural approach, even though from her vantage point the cliff face looks quite steep. She also wonders whether Gilastius really has not taken any percautions against this approach. Quite some risks involved again. Probably resorting to her special powers at least to a small extent is the safest bet, after all. Swimm across the moat in silence and then jump up onto the battlement at a suitable moment. This aproach also has the advantage of being unexpected, similar to the approach through the sewers. So she begins her preparations. Since she will have to swim and she is no great swimmer she needs to minimize her encumbrance as much as possible. She retrieves a dancer's outfit from her belongings that she obtained in her travels and that has proven useful on several occasions. It is basically a ocean blue bikini withsome slight golden embroidery along the seams. Displaying that much of her bare skin has the added bonus that, should she come across any guards, they might bei completely distracted by her womanly charms or even mistake her for a pleasure slave. Better than having the threatening apparel of an armed invader, for sure. For additional equipment she stows a lantern and a dagger into a sealskin to be carried with her. Her equipment finalized she then sets out under the cover of night to approach the moat in secrey, to observe the patrol pattern on the battlements before making her move.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

Alright make a casting roll on roll 20 and tell me the results.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

After observing the guards atop the battlements for a while, long enough to feel confident in discerning their patrol patterns, Cyanea finally slides into the water of the moat. It is cool, but fortunately also very calm, so crossing it, even in silence, is no problem for her, and shortly thereafter she finds herself at the bottom of the castle wall, her back pressed to the stone as she listens for steps on the walkway above her. None can be heard, and so she breifly focuses inward, an act of concentration that has become as routine to her as the flexing of a muscle, and with the Qi power couring through her she jumps upwards, reaching the top of the battlements in a single leap and landing in a crouch, her feet making no sound as they come in contact with the stony ground. Briefly her eyes dart to the left and to the right, trying to get an overview of her situation.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

Cyanea lands silently from her great leap, and no guard notices her. There are 4 twisted guards on patrol of the battlement. She can dispatch them quiely, or simply try to sneak pass. Twisted Guard This ugly humanoid only vaguely resembles a man. Through his evil Lotusmastery, Gilastius has created many of them, each with a different animal feature. One has a long rat-like tail, another a pigs snout, and so on. When a Twisted Guard is killed, his features revert to those of the castle servant he was before. They carry polearms or maces and wear light leather armor. In the Castle The castle isnt very big, so no map is needed. The description of each location includes its connections, i.e. how to access nearby areas. Some are obvious like walking through a door, while others are more subtle or complex like climbing a wall and breaking a window. As a general rule, NPCs need 3 rounds to move from one location to the next. Unless otherwise stated, the doors are made of wood and reinforced with bronze bars Toughness 8, whereas the rooms are in Dim light cast by sparse torches. Castle Court Battlements. The castle is surrounded by a fortification with battlements on all four sides. The guards patrol the battlements throughout the night and end their shift one hour before sunrise 4 AM. If the replacements find their comrades dead or missing, give the players three Detection Tokens. Connections Courtyard down the stairs, Stables or Smithy jumping onto the roof Agility roll to avoid falling, which causes 2d6 damage, Laboratory Climbing 4 roll to scale the wall window has Toughness 7, Armory jumping to reach a narrow Ground Floor window requires a Strength roll falling causes 2d6 damage, then an Agility roll with 2 if the hero doesnt have the Small Hindrance is needed to squeeze through.
Thread: B&B: The Saga of Cyanea

After surveying her options Cyanea decides to start with the easiest option. Keeping her eyes open for the patrolling guards she begins a slow and stealthy descent down into the courtyard.