>>37019953
>Do some talking

>>37020007
Talking, okay... Roll 1d20 and specify what to say to clear to mood.

>>37020264
Nevermind. I'll go with this instead.

>Let it go away with time

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>37020264
Hold on, I'll play

>>37020499
You still need some dialog to go with that roll if you want to talk.

I'm not really sure what to do about this Burton situation. It sort of came out of nowhere and got weird fast.

>>37020499
>>37020530
I actually doubt it... You failed really badly. You would have to write an opera into the comment so it'll go somewhat not bad.
Should I write something without a specification from you?

>>37020684
I'd rather just keep quiet for now actually.

>>37020684
Not sure. If keeping quiet is an option still, go with that, but if not, could you write it along the lines of saying we don't regret kissing him, but large events are about to be put in motion and we have to focus on them. Though we would be happy if he stayed by our side throughout them.

>>37020405
>>37020704
Say nothing? Okay. I'll write this then.
Sorry that I'm kind of sluggish today.

>>37020777
If I were her I'd be distancing myself from any guy that confessed his love to me after knowing me for only one day. That's just weird and creepy.

Though the situation feels really uncomfortable to you, you decide to stay silent. Talking wouldn't make it easier, you guess.
After a few more hours of awkwardness, it is Solomon who breaks the silence.
>"Look! Look there!"
Looking out of the window, you see a big fortess stretching into the sky. Around it, the first few houses are becoming visible. As more time passes, more and more join them until a city bigger than anything you've ever seen lies before you.
>"Dawnhold. The capital."
says George. You nod.
>"Impressive. And I'm going to rule this?"
Solomon smiles.
>"And not only this city. Everything we saw on our way here and much, much more!"
she cheers. You don't feel as cheerful as she does. Already now you can feel a great weight on your shoulders. This must be the responsibility, you guess.

As you're around half a mile away from the gates, George stops the chariot.
>"We'll be there soon. Do you have any wishes for your arrival, Alcie?"
Desmonds chariot comes up to your side.
>"Your arrival is a great possibility to make an impression."
he explains.

Well, that's a good question. How do you want to arrive?
>Ride through town trying to get the most attention possible
>Stay in the chariot, but let everyone know who's coming
>Try to keep attention as low as possible until you arrive at the palace.
>Other (write in)

>>37020913
>Try to keep attention as low as possible until you arrive at the palace

>>37020913
>Try to keep attention as low as possible until you arrive at the palace.

>>37020944
>>37020987
Low attention, alright. Writing immediately.

>"I don't know how the people feel about me. So could we try to stay somewhat quiet until we arrive at the palace, maybe?"
Desmond nods. Most of his knights and William do so as well. They seem to understand your worries. Only Solomon isn't too happy about this.
>"But why, Alcie? This is no fun! We could ride in with a great guard of knights and master Wulfric taught me to make magical fireworks and..."
She continues to speak enthusiastically of all the 'awesome impressions' you could make, but enters the chariot again.
Desmond's entourage takes the lead and has two knights ride behind you to keep you as a part of the caravan, but make you look like a support vessel of some sort. A noble transporter, indeed, but at least without any visible insignia, so nobody will ask too much.
You're able to enter the city without much trouble, but will still take some time to reach the palace due too the somewhat crowded streets. You suspect this to be because of the rumors of the new queen.
>"We might be faster, if lord Desmond's knights were a bit more... intimidating."
Greg tells you.
>"Should we tell them to clear a path?"

Should we?
>Yes
>No
>Let him decide
>Other (write in)

>>37021165
>No

It's our first time in the capital. Let's go slow and take in the sights.

>>37021213
Second

>>37021213
>>37021287
Taking the sights, alright.

As the chariot slowly rolls through the streets of Dawnhold, Greg explains some of the things you see.
>Do you see this building over there? This is the 'Prancing Pony', the town's biggest and most famous inn and tavern. It's ofter sought by the traders on the central market on the other side."
You point at a big building of marble, finely decorated with lots of expensive-looking things.
>"What is this building over there? It looks majestic."
Greg takes a deep breath like a tourist guide would, if he had lots of things to say about a place. And he has.
>"This is the Temple of Many Faces, a temple dedicated to all gods you might imagine and a few more. The traders here come from everywhere and have lots of different faiths. This temple was build for every single one of them to pray and worship his gods the way he likes. With lots and lots of donations, it became the building you see now."
That's actually impressive. You had never imagined so many people worshipping so many things without troubles.
>"And this building over there is the castle. You'll get to know it by yourself, I guess."
By now, you've reached the gate. Lord Desmond exchanges a few words with the guards and the doors open immediately. George stops the chariot in the middle of a large courtyard. You get out and are immediately overwhelmed by the sheer size of everything. There are lots of details everywhere in the architecture, you can't even count them.

What do you want to do?
>Look around
>Talk to someone (who?)
>Wait for someone
>Other (write in)

>>37021736
>Look around

>>37021736
>Look around

>>37021789
>>37021801
Alright. Do you want to look around alone or do you want to take someone with you?

>>37021907
Take Solomon and Will along.

>>37021736
>>37021939
And Lord Desmond. We could use a guide.

>>37021939
Second

>>37021939
>>37022097
Looks like Sol and Will. Writing.

>"Will? Solomon? How about we look around a bit?"
you ask. Solomon squeaks from excitement, while Will nods somewhat... reluctantly?
>"Oh, oh, oh! This is all so exciting, Alcie! Where do we go first? Over there? Or there? Or up there?"
You look around but nothing springs to your eye as the one thing you must see first.

Where do you want to go?
>Go up the tower
>Go to the gardens
>Go to the meeting hall
>Other (write in)

>>37022388

>Go to the gardens

>>37022388
>Go to the gardens

>>37022513
>>37022751
Gardens. Right away.

You walk up to the gardens, while Solomon drags a protesting Will with her. Once you enter the garden, you're again overwhelmed. Today seems to be St. Ova Whelm's day.
So many plants, trees, bushes, flowers... you never saw a fair amount of them before. Then you see something, that makes you completely freeze in the middle of a move.
You see yourself. Well, not completely. You see a woman with a skin and hair like yours. If you would have imagined yourself in twenty years, this person would have been the answer.

Do you want to approach her? If so, how?
>Write in

>>37023120
Walk up to her, say hello and ask who they are

>>37023120
>Slowly aprroach her. "Um, excuse me...is your name Evienne?"

>>37023198
Second

>>37023198
>>37023275
Alright. Roll 1d20 for your speech performance. I'll count the first three linked rolls.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>37023310

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>37023310

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>37023310

>>37023325
>>37023364
>>37023396
Wonderful. I'll prepare your speech immediatel.

>"Solomon? Will? Do you mind to wait here for a minute?"
you ask. When both of them agree, you slowly walk up to her, as graceful as you're capable of.
>"Excuse me, madam? I hope I don't interrupt you during something important, but..."
you manage to say in your most regal voice, when you're interrupted by the woman, who's looking at you with her eyes wide open.
>"Al...Alciadaea?"
When you nod, she stormyly wraps her arms around you. You're kind of confused. But this feels... right for some reason.
>"My little daughter! I'm so incredibly happy to see you. It's me, Evienne, your mother!"
Well, this certainly explains the feeling of 'right' you just got. Still, it's kind of confusing.
After a few seconds, she let's go and looks at you in a more laid back way.
>"You've grown quite a bit since I last saw you. You're a real woman now."

Wow, this woman must be your mother. The one the Archmage told you about. You might have a lot of questions to ask. Which ones would that be?
>Write in

Thanks for the fap fuel.

>>37023580
>"I'm sorry if this is hurtful but um....Why did you leave me alone at the academy....I only learned recently that i actually had a living relative...."

>>37023702
>>37023580
This I guess.

>>37023702
>>37023714
Sure. Coming right away.

>I'm sorry if this is hurtful, but... why? Why did you leave me alone at the academy? I only learned recently that I had a living relative..."
She looks at you with sadness in her eyes and takes a few deep breaths before answering.
>"Well, this is a pretty long story. But you want answers, right? Then I'll tell you everything."
This is it. This is the time you'll finally get all the answers you ever wanted.
>"The king, your father was known as a ladies' man. He had many women besides his wife. And for a short period, he had me. During this time, you were conceived."
A bastard of the king, conceived during a brief affair with your mother... This is the story of your birth? You continue to listen attentively.
>"When you were born, there was a problem. All the other children he had were with women of low standing and therefore it was possible to ignore their very existance. But my father was one of his lords. Therefore you might have been a threat to his rightful children. You might have claimed your right to the throne."
Regarding the reason you're here, this seems like bitter irony. Evienne continues her story.
>"Your father's advisors were agreeing on the plan that you had to 'disappear'. One way or the other. His closest advisor convinced him of the good way. Therefore you were given to an institution of high regard. The Mages' Guild."
So this was the reason after all. You feel like you understand the circumstances better now.
>"Once you were able to chew your food and walk a few steps, you were taken away from me and brought to the guild. I was forbidden to talk to you or doing anything that might acknowledge people of your existance."
She lowers her head in grief and shame.
>"So after all I left you alone because I was too weak to defend you. I hope you understand now."
Wow, this was quite a story. Looking at your mother, you notice a single tear running down her face.

What do you want to do?
>Write in

>>37024045
>HUGS! "Atleast you're here now though.Right?"

>>37024088
>>37024045
Second. Ask her to help defend us now

>>37024088
>>37024143
Alright. Writing

You take a step in her direction and wrap your arms around her.
>"It doesn't matter, mother. We're here and we're together. This is what counts."
You see a few more tears running down her face. These aren't tears of sorrow though.
>"Thank you... Al... Alciadaea."
she says, now also hugging you.
>"Simply Alcie. That's said faster."
She nods.
>"Sure. But don't get too used to easily said names. Soon you'll hear a lot of titles and such from people refering to you. 'Your majesty' is the shortest and most convenient, believe me."
She smiles. You smile back. Today is a good day.
>"Mother? Please... help me from now on. Defend me, to say it with your words."
She nods.
>"Always, Alcie. And simply call me 'Mom' in private. There we can be as convenient as we want."
You wonder why she's giving you these... lessons. Yes, it feels like lessons. She seems to notice your wonder.
>"Also, the chancellor appointed me as your advisor for etiquette and such. But that's not the only reason for this. The other is that it just feels like the thing a mother should do."
You share a good laugh, then she looks at you again.
>"Are there more questions you have? I bet there are."

Is she right? If yes, ask your questions.
>Write in

>>37024669
>"Anyone i should particularly look out for...?"

>>37024669
>"Do I have any other family? Are you married? Do I have any brothers or sisters?"

>>37024759
>>37024784
Writing.

>"I heard and read lots and lots about intrigues in royal courts. Is there anyone I should particulary look out for?"
Evienne smiles. This is the first time you've actually seen her smile.
>"Well, after the plague everyone is happy if there's someone on the throne again. The only ones you should look out for are Sir Gilwell and Lord Rools. Gilwell is an etiquette-lawering know-it-all, but this will subside with time. It always does. Rools isn't a bad person, but became stranger and stranger with age. You might compare him to master Roeder from the academy. Who actually is his cousin, by the way."
Another Roeder? Well, this is going to be... interesting.
>"And you said something about family. Do you... and therefore we... have any family? Like half-brothers to me? Aunts? Uncles?"
Evienne takes a while to collect her thoughts.
>"Yes, actually. My father, your grandfather is still alive and sitting on his chair as a lord. I've got two brothers, Benett and Richard. With my now late husband, the lord of Oldoak, I've got three children actually. Burlew, the oldest. And twins. Symon and Glorfinkel."
This is a lot of things to handle at once. From technically no one to king's bastard to an actually pretty big family within days. But still, you couldn't be happier.
>"Alcie? May I ask you to follow me? I guess your council is waiting for you."

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And at this point, today's thread ends. The next one will be tomorrow. As always told to you by twitter (@Existenzform). Thank you for playing.

>>37025518
Thanks for running :)