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Windfellow's Retreat - Premium Fest 2019
Topic: Premium Discussion
Message #: 178
Author: GS4-QUILIC
Date: 06/05/2019
Subject: Windfellow's Retreat - Premium Fest 2019
With a word, the slight figure strode across the rope bridge, the mists rushing in to conceal what he left behind. The figure did not look back, though his steps were uncertain. He paused for a long moment, wavering on the edge of his resolve, then continued forward once more. The eyes watched from a large tower, unhindered by the mist, as the figure strode out of sight. The creatures turned silently to each other, their grins wide, then without a word, began theirwork. Within twenty four hours the keep had been transformed. The courtyard was clean, the tower scrubbed, and the dungeon freshly flooded. All was in preparation for the arrivals, though the missives were behind schedule. The old one squinted down at the parchment underneath its claws, a quill awkwardly clutched in its other hand. Ink splattered the scribe, his workspace, and the room itself, but he was certain he'd gotten it mostly right. With a growl and a gesture, the parchment rose from the desk in a sullen cloud of red sparks, then glided out the window. When the letter reached the mist, it split once, then again, and yet again, multiplying relentlessly, with each new copy heading in a different direction. The tired merchant stretched, his gear packed, and looked around forlornly. The take hadn't been particularly good, but that was the way it went sometimes. A parchment came fluttering out of the air and plastered itself to his bushy face. With a sneer of annoyance, the merchant snatched the document and prepared to hurl it away, when he noticed the writing. Curious, he began to read: The DREAD LORD invites you to come and sell things, and do work, at his mighty Keep! Bring lots of things, and your bestest things, too. Best festival EVER! Muddled across the bottom were a series of dates that the merchant could just barely make out. He snorted to himself, then looked around at his wares and nodded slowly. He carefully stowed the parchment in a pocket and began to lay plans.
OOC: All are invited to Windfellow's Retreat! This year's Premium Festival will be an all-new venue, with new merchants, and a unique storyline. Running dates are scheduled for August 23rd-August 30th, in both Platinum and Prime. The grounds will be located off the coast of Four Winds Isle, and more details will be forthcoming. But for now, mark your calendars!
-GM Quilic
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Premium Team Member
Dodger of Shoes
Premium Fest 5119
Topic: Premium Discussion
Message #: 209
Author: GS4-QUILIC
Date: 08/16/2019
Subject: Premium Fest 5119
Hi all,
With Premium Fest a week out, I wanted to give a little bit of information (but not too much... a lot will be left to discovery by the first ones across the <redacted>).
This year's Premium Fest is located in a completely new venue, though it is still located on Four Winds Isle. The entrance will be made available at 9pm Friday, August 23rd, and will remain open until 9pm Friday, August 30th.
The opening weekend (which is to say the 23rd, 24th, and 25th) is intended to be service-heavy. With the usual caveats about GMs and RL schedules, we're attempting to make that opening weekend when the majority of the services/raffles will happen. The storyline (there is an ingrained storyline woven through the entirety of the event) really kicks into gear on Monday the 26th, though there will be elements of it during the opening weekend.
This is a "silvers" event, which is to say that everything for sale will be sold exclusively for silvers.
There will be (lots of) shopping, live merchants, rafffles, and hopefully a good amount of RP fun to be had! We hope to see you there!
-GM Quilic
Subscriptions Team Member
Premium Team Member
Dodger of Shoes
Undated Storyline Posts
A Homecoming
A loud shout comes from high overhead, "The Dread Lord! He's coming this way! He should be here in the next half an hour or so! Get ready!"
On Volnes, day 26 of the month Phoenatos, Rorthen Windfellow returns to his home at Windfellow Retreat to discover a shocking surprise: The gargoyles of the keep have planned and commenced a festival, seemingly in honor of the Dread Lord's birthday.
While speaking briefly to the festival-goers, the Dread Lord explains that the gargoyles consider him their master, and that they built the keep for him. He admits that he did, indeed, create them, though not necessarily with forethought. He continues, explaining that their creation was unintentional and related to the consumption of perhaps one too many wine-spritzers.
Not long after his return to the keep, the Dread Lord takes to his bed, seemingly still rattled by the goings-on in his home.
It's said the Dread Lord enjoys tarts, long walks in the keep, and wine-spritzers. His dislikes include a lumpy bed and unexpected guests.
Gossip and rumors abound amongst the visitors, as the festival continues into its fourth evening.
In the Master's Chambers
The squeaky voice sounds suspicious now, and closer to the door, "Rawkfault... you don't have any other... surprises... out there, do you?"
After a long night and day in bed, the Dread Lord awakens the next evening to find his suite filled with myriad people. He is surprised to learn that many of the women present are on a list the gargoyles started - a list of potential wives.
Rorthen admits that while the idea of finding a wife is not wholly unappealing, the method for doing so is perhaps less so. At the gargoyles encouragement, he introduces himself to the gathering, and begins to share a little about himself. It is discovered that he is a sorcerer by training, that his family owns the promontory the keep was built upon, and that his few friends.
After speaking with a handful of women, and seeing just how long the list of mates is, the Dread Lord offers to take the assemblage on a walk about the grounds.
Rorthen explains that the promontory has been in his family for eleven generations, and that as recently as a month ago the keep was little more than just a shed. The tour of the grounds continues, as does the idle chatter among the guests.
Upon returning to the courtyard, the Dread Lord states that the creation of the gargoyles was an experiment - one he believes came with positive results. Unfortunately, it is not an experiment he was ever able to duplicate. He speaks of the gargoyles with some measure of affection, sharing tales of their antics, and discusses how they some how have distinct personalities despite being created the same way.
He likes to read and collect poetry. He dislikes mud and crowds.
He Speaks
The Dread Lord, Rorthen Windfellow, requests that any who are interested please gather in the Fountain Room inside Windfellow's Retreat, as he has some things he would like to explain.
The time arrives when the Dread Lord finally is able to speak his mind, and claims that tonight he will need a clear head for it all.
Rorthen's story begins with his family, the Windfellows. The family hailed from Estoria where their ancestral home was a manor in the capital city of Iodolone. The Dread Lord admits that his family history if rife with bad choices, and he launches into a tale of a child by the name of Prentius.
At the age of nine, Prentius held claim to the Sun Throne after the death of the emperor. As he was a child, his he was passed over for another, yet there were six noble houses who gave him their support - one of those being the Windfellow family. This was the first act that would tarnish the family.
Continuing, he adds that his great-great-great grandfather fought in the Battle of Skyreach, but ultimately turned tail and ran. It was at this point the accusations of cowardice began.
In 5048, his great-great grandfather, Moullos Windfellow, Knight of Idolone, carelessly impaled his superior officer upon his ranseur after a round of whiskey. The officer survived the incident, however his family line...did not. Rorthen states his father referred to this as "The Third Misstep" our their line.
After this, the family was no longer welcome at court, but they were able to maintain their family home. They also held land in Talador, as well as the promontory the keep is found, and they split their time between the two places.
Most of this was unknown to him at the time, he explains, and then goes on to state that his father hung himself ten years prior (circa 5109). His father felt they were too fine a family to live in such a state, and that by this time, little was left in the end. Talador was lost, the manor in Estoria was lost, and all that remained was the promontory. So, at the age of twenty-three, he came to the promontory, and has been there since.
The promontory at the time was home to little more than a shack, the Dread Lord says, but it was shelter, and he was able to do what he was able to make ends meet.
He claims he became interested in sorcery, and was fascinated with stories of the gargoyles of Darkstone Castle. He managed to find some tomes, and began to experiment.
He managed to summon one gargoyle, but believes it was just an accident. He befriended the gargoyle, who began to give him guidance in creating more. They knew its time was short, though, and the Lord began to drink. After blacking out one night, he awoke to find his partner gone. In his place was another "batch" of gargoyles, and this batch each had their own personality, thoughts, and ideas.
It was at about this time in his story that Rorthen noticed a woman amongst the gathered - a woman he clearly recognized, a merchant called Mareille. The gargoyles take great pleasure in this, and bid the guests quiet so that "Rortie" and his old friend "Mare" can catch up. After a brief back and forth, Mareille returns to her wagon, but not before asking the Dread Lord to drop by for tea.
After Mareille departed, a rather awestruck and dumbfounded Rorthen returned to his bedroom.
The Dread Lord
You see Rorthen Windfellow. He appears to be a Human. He is spectacularly awkward-looking and has exceedingly long, spindly limbs. He appears to be young. He has wide muddy brown eyes and sallow skin. He has irregularly-cut, straight brownish-red hair. He has a narrow face and a pronounced overbite. He is in good shape. He is wearing a plain cyan tunic, a bright green belt pouch, some stained crimson breeches, and some oversized yellow boots.