Lady Gracelyn Scantgrace
She has blue eyes like a fleeting glimpse of azure sky caught in a deep well of heartache. Lady Scantgrace is attired like a corsair, a sash and rapier at her side, skin sun-freckled and kissed like honey warmed in summer.
Now she is cooing softly to the peacock, caressing and pampering it as she whispers:
- How kind of you to return to me, O noble Rhadamanthus! I knew you would not abandon me. Your presence here must signify the most unwelcome arrival of... that Prancing Prince. Well I will not be returning with him to his hated court, and his... ridiculous Dowager mother. But Searlas possesses a sky galleon, a kiteship paravane! It will be our escape away from him, once we stow away and cast her adrift...
>Write-in what you would like to do. >Please also roll 10d6For instance, you could
- ask the Lady Scantgrace some questions (why does she hate Searlas?)
- help her escape from Searlas, by stranding him here as she escapes on his sky galleon
- Rejoin your party and inform Searlas you have located his beloved (betray Lady Scantgrace)
- Attempt to steal the sky galleon for yourself
- (The Wizard, Dwarf, Barbarian before the Troll King's court)
>>5485730You have rejected the Troll King's offer. You may soon feel his displeasure...
You should consider how you might deal with this unwelcome intruder, Lench the Drenched Goblin,
>>5481766>>5482478extricating yourself from any accusations from this goblin witness who appears to have returned after enduring an unpleasant dunking by your hand in the cavern river...