She later went clothes-shopping with Valgai, who pretended to be her dad, because surely we all need to look our best if we're to have an audience with Baked Alaska Nightpitch, the ruler of Thistle Hold? Murmei and Nightpitch seemed to ever so slightly bond over not being keen on Murmei's mum arriving. She apparently wants Nightpitch to organise a ball.
We also made inquiries into who the burned-down building belonged to, and it turns out it's a noble in Ravinia - a.k.a. the duchy (or whatever) that the House Vesuvion estate is in, and Murmei's dad often goes to the capital city. So this is all connected??? Scheming nobles, cultists, Davokar, and everything else?
In a bid to avoid his mum's insistance on him getting married, Murmei had the brilliant plan that he and Elindra could get hitched (in name only) because if he's already married when his mother shows up, she can't insist on him marrying someone he doesn't even know. Elindra wasn't as keen on the idea, despite the fact she'd automatically become quite rich, but on the other hand, as Valgai kindly pointed out, marrying a Changeling would probably result in Murmei being disowned anyway ...
Courtesy of Monday 15 July 2019's Symbaroum session.
Rifts GM: “It’s been so long I might not remember all the enemies you’ve made.”
Player: “That’s okay, we’ll soon make more.”
“I’ll gain the Blind Fighting skill, because if I can’t see him, he can’t see me. That’s how it works, isn’t it?”
“I have a plan; a plan so cunning we can put it in the shadows and call it Elindra.”
Player: “What’s the worst that could happen?”
GM: “Challenge accepted.”
“Sometimes I do good things. Sometimes I play Booker.”
Elindra (to Valgai): “You can catch me if I fall.”
Player: “I ship it.”
Valgai: “I REALLY don’t ship it.”
Player: “Has Murmei got Ritualist?”
GM: “He’d better, he’s got a Flaming Servant!”
“He’s a bit paranoid, inn’t he? I’ve only tried to kill him once.”
Elindra: “We should stick together.”
Valgai: “Then you need to clean up and maybe carry fewer knives.”
GM: “You find out where trolls come from.”
Player 1: “Caves. The deep, dark woods. Norway.”
Player 2: “When a mummy and daddy stone love each other very much …”
GM: “I have the rules on how to get an audience with Nightpitch.”
Player: “There are RULES?!”
Nightpitch: “You have socialised with elves?”
Murmei: “They were trying to kill us. I don’t count that as socialising.”
Nightpitch: “Why didn’t they kill you?”
Murmei (proudly): “I can be very persuasive.”
Valgai: “He did persuade a troll not to kill us, so I actually have to agree.”
Valgai: “We have some bad news.”
Murmei (to Nightpitch): “Do you know my mum, sir? She’s coming to town.”
Valgai: “That’s not the bad news.”
Murmei: “It is to me!”
“This is only going to go horribly wrong or horribly wronger.”
Player: “Did you say his name was ‘glace au four’?!”
GM: “Lasifor.”
Player: “Close enough!”
Player: “Tumbleweed of Death. Now that’s a name.”
GM: “It’s not far off.”
GM: “I need to search for spiders.”
Player: “I wouldn’t. You’ll only get pictures of spiders, including those huge Australian ones. Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
“You chose randomly!”
“I chose randomly WELL!”
Murmei: “I don’t understand why you’re socialising with a witch, witch-hunter.”
Elindra: “It’s actually ‘sorceror-murderer’, but ‘witch-hunter’ sounds friendlier.”
GM: “You guys are such a pain.”
Player: “Oh no, it’s all connected!”
GM: “I didn’t say that.”
Player: “You didn’t have to! I can read you like a book!”
“All I hear is ‘murder your mother’.”
Valgai (to Vizell): “You might wanna tuck your shirt in a bit.”
GM: “We ship him and Esbetha and can’t resist! It HAS to happen!”
Valgai: “If you hear anything unusual …”
NPC: “This is Thistle Hold; you’ll have to be more specific.”
“You might as well give the tax collector a name now, as he’s gonna die.” (to GM)
“And he was retiring next month and all!”
“This is how Game of Thrones started.”
Valgai: “Let’s put the ‘marrying you off before your mother gets here’ plan on hold until we find someone better.”
Elindra: “More appropriate, not better.”
Valgai: “More suitable.”
Murmei: “Yes. Don’t insult my bride-never-to-be.”
To be continued!
