- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
—First Course —
Sherzade Bayezid's body had barely any chance to cool off when Alleadin Pasha, a vizier in Bayezid's court drew up from his half-lounging state, quitting the maids that fed him the fat grapes prepared for the feast, if they hadn't already fainted at the horrid side of Bayezid's fat corpse, foam still fresh around his lips for the poison that had gone down his throat and tried to climb back up too late.
"Esteemed guest," Alleadin started, his cup extended towards the rest of the table in confidence, "worry not for the sherzade has not been murdered."
The reassurance sent uncertain glances down the table as Bayezid's main wife, the esteemed Helga, managed to get up, her hand on her swelling belly as her maid supported her. "What is the meaning of this? "My husband lies lifeless after a cup of wine, do you mean to claim he killed himself?" the woman exclaimed, a sharp gasp drawn from her as her full weight pushed onto the slight maid heavily, more gasps following as red started to soak into the fine silks that covered the lady, first from between her legs and then pooling from her lips.
"Premeditated, yes," Alleadin responded when Helga had drawn her last breath as well, taking that within her as well as the maid supporting her ladyship started to weep. "The rest should be safe, however," the vizier spoke, turning towards the guest as he drank deeply from his glass, turning the golden cup upside down to show that he had drank all the wine and survived.
"Bayezid has chosen all present as heir of his wealth and his house and his remaining wives," Alleadin Pasha announced to all, even looking at the maids and the servants that were busying themselves with the food, some already deftly running off with the flasks of wine from which Bayezid had drank for the demonstration of the vizier was no true reassurance. Nor were Alleadin Pasha's words until he stepped onto the long banquet table, walking the long path to the head where the corpses lay and pulled out a sealed letter from between the folds of the clothes and the rolls of Bayezid's fat. The red and gold of its seal on the characteristic parchment paper and the sigil of Bayezid himself announced to those in the know of the etiquette that this was indeed the will of the man whose soul had fled the table.
"Read for yourself if you do not believe! It is true!" Alleadin Pasha said, throwing the scroll still sealed onto the table for any to take and read, uncertain glances exchanging with one another as the table waited for the boldest to step forward.
———— GM NOTES ————
@rissa @Kuno @Takumi @Lyrikai @stellar since you all expressed an interest in this jump-in roleplay either in the initial announcement or in the Interest Check, here it is! This round is mostly meant to introduce yourself as a character (who are they, how did they end up at the banquet, and how are they reacting to this sudden twist in the party?) and for the whoever is so bold to unseal the will left behind (as written below!) Next GM post to come when the will is unsealed and the characters have had the chance to discuss its meaning and maybe digest the possible poison consumed.
I Sheerzade Bayezid ibn Malik, father of none, lord of the court of Dulkadir declare that with my death at my last banquet my wealth, my lands and my wives all go to my last guest.