[Game 20] Mianythoth's Mansion

[arsgoetia]

You're led inside, the gates shutting behind you with a particularly resounding clang.

The interior is gorgeous, with white walls and marbled floors, gold gilt on every ornamented surface. For those who are overly sensitive to such things, it may be a slight affront as the interior is very Rococo, in contrast to the Gothic exterior. But it's still really nice.

The high, arched ceilings that pick up every sound perfectly—sorry, superhearers, the acoustics are amazing.

You are quickly shuffled off to the right, through a gold-gilted door to a slightly-less-opulent-but-still-disgustingly-rich-looking area. The redcap seems to pass some sort of security to lead through here—though it's hard to say if it's meant to keep someone in or out. Once through this door, you pass doors to rooms along the hall—a few are open and you can see that inside are medium-sized bedrooms, comfortable and well-decorated. Others are closed, as if the occupants are currently inside.

You are ushered into the door at the end. Inside is a very large, circular sitting room, with plenty of cushions and seats, a piano set up in the center next to a softly burbling pool of water. Musical instruments are displayed on accessible racks and hooks around the walls. There's also a small library of books, CDs, and vinyl in one corner, alongside a sleek black speaker system.

A set of glass doors leads outside to an enclosed area that looks to all the world like a pleasure garden, with more cushioned seats, a swing, and fountains. Several people are out there—fairies and humanoid alike—apparently oblivious to the cold weather. There are more people inside as well—probably about seven in all.

The Eastern end of the room is just completely dominated by an enormous set of doors, about twenty feet high, and twice as wide.

"Please, wait here," says the redcap(tain). "We will inform Lord Mianythoth of your arrival." All of the guards depart and leave you to your own devices—at least, for now.

Comments

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[arsgoetia]

"If you want to learn, I'd prefer to charge," he says, and yawns, stopping playing and stilling his strings. "One shouldn't learn from a master for nothing."

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[redetermined]

I apologize, I didn't mean to interrupt you. You play beautifully.

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[arsgoetia]

"I appreciate it. I prefer the harp, but I'm still an accomplished lutist." He yawns again. "What's your story? There are certainly a lot of you."

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[redetermined]

Ah, I thought we were going to have a birthday party, but then a few of our friends were found and escorted here, so we followed.

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[arsgoetia]

"Well, you'll have plenty of a chance to dance and sing here."

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[redetermined]

Have you been here for very long?

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[arsgoetia]

"A few years," he says, and sighs. "Shan't say I shouldn't prefer to come and go as I like, and more pretty folk on hand."

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[redetermined]

[looks at the doors]

You can't leave at all?

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[arsgoetia]

"I'm strong enough I could probably break out if I wanted to," he says. "But he's got my harp, and I'd rather find a way to get that back first."

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[redetermined]

... that's very rude of him.

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[arsgoetia]

"Incredibly rude," the sith says, finally getting a little heated. "I love that thing, I carved it with great passion and respect for the corpse I got it from. You can't just keep a master bard hostage to his instruments."

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[redetermined]

It sounds like a waste too, I'm sure your music is even more beautiful when it's played on your own instrument.

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[arsgoetia]

"Ah, well, he brings it out for me to perform on, but takes it away after. The height of rudeness." The fairy pours himself some wine. "Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself?"

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[redetermined]

You're right, I'm sorry I don't mean to be rude. I'm just unfamiliar with this world and its rules and I'm trying very hard not to break any.

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[arsgoetia]

"Well, that's wise enough. I wouldn't do a thing with it even if I cared to," he says. "I'm called Coinneach. Now, see, it would be even ruder not to give me something to call you by."

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[redetermined]

Fon. It's a pleasure to meet you, Coinneach.

[he nails the pronunciation btw]

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[arsgoetia]

Coinneach checks you out. "Oh, all mine, I hope."

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[dammitmaonmaon]

[morphing in and grabbing Fon's arm, out of nowhere]

We're—having a meeting. Please excuse us.

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[arsgoetia]

"Shame," Coinneach says, and sips his wine.

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[dammitmaonmaon]

[gives him a quick once-over, then decides it's safe to leave]

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[redetermined]

[hi honey what's up]

Hey, I owe you an apology and an explanation.

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[dammitmaonmaon]

Save it.

[pulling him along]

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[redetermined]

[yes, yes, following obediently]

Did I mess up or?

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[dammitmaonmaon]

Things are messed up. A'm na sure if tis you.

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