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Rolled 7, 2 - 3 = 6 (2d20 - 3)
Your reminiscences are interrupted by the parting of the petitioners – and a blonde man, travelworn and cloaked in a boar’s hide, strides forth purposefully, holding an olive branch aloft. At once, you rank him a deadly combatant and likely a man of royal heritage himself – he has the look of an angry prince… and you would know. You suspect this is your brother’s doing; the next move in the deadly game of petteia that you must now play.
<span class="mu-i">A king must never show weakness.</span> you think, and so you call out to the man, your voice pleasant and measured:
“Who do I welcome in the halls of Echion, sacred messenger? Which prince of Hellas has passed betwixt the Protides Gates to address the King of Thebes?” Your baritone rings out clearly against the walls of the throneroom – all await the response of the blonde man eagerly.
Brusquely, the man responds:
“I am Tydeus, son of King Oeneus of Caledon, and I bring you word from your blameless brother, Polynices.” The tension in the room skyrockets, and some of the more dim-witted nobility actually gasp in surprise. As for you, you quickly rack your brain - how many marriageable daughters does Adrastus of Argos have? Two? Three? You can’t recall, but this “Tydeus” has been bent to your brother’s will all the same. As you regard the man, you notice a strange resemblance – in his features, he almost has the same lean look of your family – the high cheekbones, the strong jaw. If not for his wild eyes and his coloration (blonde, pale), you might believe him to be a hidden bastard of your father’s. One difference between yourself and he – the Caledonian is always in constant motion. You know his type; he cannot stop himself from tapping a finger, shifting restlessly on his feet, his eyes darting here and there…
“Speak then, Prince Tydeus of Caledon – what message does my brother deliver?” you reply with a false smile, feigning magnanimity.
Tydeus clears his throat, clearly preparing to deliver his finest words of diplomancy…
>welcome to SATQ #2, /qst/ - give me FOUR rolls of dice+1d20+10 to determine Eteocles’ WILL to resist Tydeus’ persuasion attempt…
>Polynice is holding court in his own throne room, and enjoys a very substantial bonus to his WILL as a result
