It’s late spring and there’s enough heat now from the sun to whisk away the previous evening’s chill well before midday. All the trees and flowering plants are in full bloom and the wild animals completely awake from their long slumber. All of this bustle however pales in comparison to the village of Dormare. It is the time of the semi-annual festival, tournament and market. The population of 500 is easily tripled during this time as travelers, farmers and merchants from all points in the kingdom of Maletar, as well as places far beyond, flock to the village. It is also said that the young Magocrat of the kingdom grew up here and a strong possibility exists that she might make an appearance during the festivities.
The village itself is quite peaceful-looking nestled in among the forest. Even its eight-foot tall palisade walls don’t deter from its simple charms. Only a single manned watchtower facing the northern wilds betrays that anyone might be vigilant here. The shops and homes are all made of wood and only a select few have stone foundations or fireplaces. Of course the packed-dirt roads are filled beyond capacity and this has brought many of the militia out, outfitted in leather armor and cap armed with a short sword or spear, to help maintain order and provide direction to those new to the village. The majority of the people are humans, many deep-tanned and rugged looking, and most likely the farmers from the surrounding fields or woodsmen of the area. Others look like sailors, although there are no ports anywhere near, but their clothes and mannerisms are unmistakable. Many others are half-elven, only their ears or slight angular facial features to give them away. They seem to be completely at home here in Dormare. Several elves can be seen, although they mostly keep to themselves in small groups, their height and regal bearing showing them to be high elves. A few dwarves and a rare gnome can be glimpsed, but all of these people are moving with a determination and definite goal in mind with only an occasional nod of a head or word of greeting and recognition to break up this stoic sea.
Many of the merchants have already picked out what they hope will be prime spaces to sell their wares and are in the process of setting up their temporary shops. Most just have a table or two with an awning set up for shade, but some are elaborate tents to hopefully lure in many potential buyers. Across the way from the open market is where the tournament will be held. A variety of skill of arms contests are typical, mostly wrestling, sword fighting and archery are what one might expect. On occasion there have been small jousting tournaments that have taken place over the years, and it would seem that the possibility is quite strong this time as well. Several knights from throughout the kingdoms have arrived, their pavilions set up with their colors flying proudly in the spring breeze.
Beyond these two open fields further towards the east of the village is where the bards, storytellers and performers will captivate audiences. An open amphitheatre, graciously on loan from the druids who reside nearby, will be where all can enjoy the performances. Normally this area is used by the villagers to worship nature in a communal setting and allow the druids to oversee the ceremonies and provide better direct guidance to those wishing it.
None of these vast areas though can compete with the true landmark and all-year attraction of Dormare: the Inn of the Smiling Dryad. A sign portraying a buxom, smiling dryad with flowing green hair and arms open wide in welcome hangs outside this massive three story wooden building with two stone fireplaces. The inn is unique with its large open-air dining area in its center where trees grow freely and provide those dining there with ample shade on a sunny day like today. Rumor has it the dryad after which the inn is named resides in one of those very trees. Inside on the southern section of the inn is a split-level dining area with several additional semi-private banquet tables for parties desiring such. Overlooking all of this is the second-floor balcony seating with smaller tables and a few additional semi-private sections for those who wish to read or study while enjoying a fine wine or light fare. The kitchen is off to the north side of the inn, but there are also open pits for the roasting of large pigs and game animals as well as a vast bar serving a number of local brews as well as wines from the elven lands and ales from the dwarven holds. Fruits, breads and pastries round out the choices, but many come strictly for the stew. The myriad smells alone inspire larger appetites then one might initially arrive with. The third floor holds a vast number of rooms of several sizes, although the private ones are the quickest to sell out despite the price. Should the stables attached to the inn not be enough to house all the visiting mounts, an additional stable behind the groom’s residence is just across the road.
If all of these attractions aren’t enough to keep one’s attentions, then would-be adventurers can check the Heroes’ Board just inside the inn’s common room. It is here where the need for adventurers is posted, and rewards given by the local constable upon completion and proof of the posted deed. With so new a kingdom, and many areas still wild, opportunities exist for brave souls to earn some coin. The board is currently empty, the last post having just been grabbed by three young men who could easily be brothers and only one of which looks like they might possibly be an adventurer. They quickly moved through the crowded common room and vanished outside, presumably to undertake whatever quest was offered.
It is for one, if not all, of these reasons that you find yourself here. Having just recently arrived within the last day you eagerly anticipate the next few. Everything has yet to be set up so there has been some time to relax from the road and have a look around. Opportunities of all sorts are out there in Dormare and waiting for you.
New Kingdoms #1
Stephanie
Stephanie:
A lone armored rider approaches the village of Dormare from the west. She is weary from the two day ride from her home village of Eversen, but her face lights up upon seeing the village. This is not her first time here, but it is her first time here alone. Her family came to the festival many times before as she was growing up.
Her dark eyes scan the area, trying to remember where things are. Her equally dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. The armor she wears isn't the best that you've ever seen. It's not shiny, it's not new, and most of the pieces really don't go together. Not only was the armor not made for her, but probably not even made for a woman.
The woman's attire is similar, in that it's piecemeal and not assembled with an eye towards fashion, but rather functionality. No jewelry can be seen and she does not wear make up. Her looks are nothing that really stand out. Perhaps a bit above average, but not the kind that would draw any great attention. From her youthful face you can guess that she's still in her late teens.
The woman guides her chestnut mare through the village to a stable that she is familiar with. There, her mount named Thunder is stabled for the night.
The woman easily slips into the crowd. While she does stand out in a crowd by her size alone, she doesn't really attract much in the way of attention. The armored woman is easily a full head taller than the majority of the other women here, and even taller than most of the men.
Every so often she stops to take in a sight in the crowd. The number of beings here is impressive. The are some demi-humans that she hasn't seen in many years, so she stops and stares when a dwarf or a gnome passes by.
She inspects the vendors and their wares, picking up a few food items to nibble on as she makes the rounds. Several armored knights can be seen off in the distance on their warhorses. They hold lances and perhaps will be jousting soon.
She shakes her head at that thought. “Knights?” She mutters to herself. “Who needs them?”
Moving on, the woman's attention is drawn to the sound of blades clashing. Now this is more to her liking! Getting closer she can see swordsmen and woman engaging in contests of skill. Locating the person running this area, she steps up to him and introduces herself.
“I am Swordswoman Stephanie. I have come to test my skill with the blade against worthy opponents.”
A lone armored rider approaches the village of Dormare from the west. She is weary from the two day ride from her home village of Eversen, but her face lights up upon seeing the village. This is not her first time here, but it is her first time here alone. Her family came to the festival many times before as she was growing up.
Her dark eyes scan the area, trying to remember where things are. Her equally dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. The armor she wears isn't the best that you've ever seen. It's not shiny, it's not new, and most of the pieces really don't go together. Not only was the armor not made for her, but probably not even made for a woman.
The woman's attire is similar, in that it's piecemeal and not assembled with an eye towards fashion, but rather functionality. No jewelry can be seen and she does not wear make up. Her looks are nothing that really stand out. Perhaps a bit above average, but not the kind that would draw any great attention. From her youthful face you can guess that she's still in her late teens.
The woman guides her chestnut mare through the village to a stable that she is familiar with. There, her mount named Thunder is stabled for the night.
The woman easily slips into the crowd. While she does stand out in a crowd by her size alone, she doesn't really attract much in the way of attention. The armored woman is easily a full head taller than the majority of the other women here, and even taller than most of the men.
Every so often she stops to take in a sight in the crowd. The number of beings here is impressive. The are some demi-humans that she hasn't seen in many years, so she stops and stares when a dwarf or a gnome passes by.
She inspects the vendors and their wares, picking up a few food items to nibble on as she makes the rounds. Several armored knights can be seen off in the distance on their warhorses. They hold lances and perhaps will be jousting soon.
She shakes her head at that thought. “Knights?” She mutters to herself. “Who needs them?”
Moving on, the woman's attention is drawn to the sound of blades clashing. Now this is more to her liking! Getting closer she can see swordsmen and woman engaging in contests of skill. Locating the person running this area, she steps up to him and introduces herself.
“I am Swordswoman Stephanie. I have come to test my skill with the blade against worthy opponents.”
Wielder of Lighting
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Erizhetiana of Lotan -
Inside the Inn of the Smiling Dryad, off to one side, you see a young woman, lounging relaxedly in a large comfortable chair. She is on the smallish side, but somehow the over-sized chair does not dwarf her. There is a presence about her that seems bigger than she is.
Alternately, she is examining a small book set on a table to her right and occasionally she scribbles something on parchment she has set alongside. Another book rests closed next to her in the chair. And another has fallen to the floor next to her seat.
For long periods of time, she will then look at the other people in the inn, almost as though she is examining them, trying to look into and through them. Her bright blue eyes are lively, but her face remains less emotional - almost stoic, until she sees an amorous couple sitting in the corner and her face lights up with a bright smile and a warm glow. It makes her highly attractive features all the more so. She watches the couple for a few long moments, the smile tapering off, but never fading. Brushing a ringlet of hair away from her face, she turns once more to her parchment and begins to write.
Despite having her thick, dark curly hair held back somewhat by bejeweled hair combs, the length and sheer volume of ebon curls seem to have a life of their own as she moves about within the chair, going from reading, to writing, to watching, back to writing and so on.
She does not seem to be in any hurry, very leisurely in her activities, often stopping to consider for long periods of time, lost in her own thoughts, occasionally sipping on her wine. She was clearly comfortable and had been here nearly all day, her bare feet propped upon a footstool and resting upon a blue satin cushion. Wide silver cuffs circled her dainty ankles and were polished to a bright shine which reflected even the dim light, but were otherwise unadorned. Other belled, silver anklets rested below these. Her deep blue sapphire gown was slit nearly to her waist along one side and showed off her comely and shapely legs. It was trimmed in white edging, with silver embroidery along the lower half and upper edges. A lighter blue, silken sash wound itself over her shoulder and about her torso. A white multi-corded belt circled her hips and gave form and shape to her garments. Thrown over the back of the chair was a light fringed shawl.
If her garments alone did not indicate a suggestion of wealth, then clearly the number of jewels the woman sported erased doubt that she at least was attempting to appear wealthy. The light from the candles nearby sparkled on the silver and jewels that adorned the numerous rings worn on her fingers and toes. Several necklaces hung from her neck, including one that ended in a long blue crystal pendant that almost seemed to irradiate its own light. Long, dangling hooped earrings, with charms and gems chimed delicately whenever she moved about and the bracelets around both wrists made their own ringing music. Another silver chain, with small metal discs suspended from it, hung from her hips. Her right nostril was pierced and sported a sparkling clear gem there and a few silver strands were woven in through the curls of her expansive locks. One braided strand over her left eye ended in a blue-gemmed fob. Her make-up was detailed, but flawless. Dark eyeliner rimed her eyes and made her considerable eyelashes stand out all the more. The blue on her lids highlighted and accentuated the brightness of her eyes. And the warm pink color on her lips made them look all the more perfect.
She was clearly Immaterian by her looks and her demeanor. Her skin was deep bronze and her dark hair extended nearly to her waist. Although her unusual blue eyes gave her an extra hint of exoticness. Throughout the evening, none of the patrons had yet approached her, except for two drunken louts who were emboldened by their inebriation. She looked at them curiously for a moment, nearly forming a smile at their drunken, rude comments and pitiful advances, yet her eyes flashed as dark as the kohl that lined them. She continued the notes she was making and then looked at them again from the corner of her eye. Speaking a few words in a tongue that they did not recognize and making a slight wave of her hand, the closer of the two fell backwards and crashed to the floor. His friend stood there for a moment until she turned her gaze back directly toward him and he decided that some fresh air was most definitely needed at that moment and promptly left the establishment.
Unfazed by the encounter, the woman returned to her activities…
Inside the Inn of the Smiling Dryad, off to one side, you see a young woman, lounging relaxedly in a large comfortable chair. She is on the smallish side, but somehow the over-sized chair does not dwarf her. There is a presence about her that seems bigger than she is.
Alternately, she is examining a small book set on a table to her right and occasionally she scribbles something on parchment she has set alongside. Another book rests closed next to her in the chair. And another has fallen to the floor next to her seat.
For long periods of time, she will then look at the other people in the inn, almost as though she is examining them, trying to look into and through them. Her bright blue eyes are lively, but her face remains less emotional - almost stoic, until she sees an amorous couple sitting in the corner and her face lights up with a bright smile and a warm glow. It makes her highly attractive features all the more so. She watches the couple for a few long moments, the smile tapering off, but never fading. Brushing a ringlet of hair away from her face, she turns once more to her parchment and begins to write.
Despite having her thick, dark curly hair held back somewhat by bejeweled hair combs, the length and sheer volume of ebon curls seem to have a life of their own as she moves about within the chair, going from reading, to writing, to watching, back to writing and so on.
She does not seem to be in any hurry, very leisurely in her activities, often stopping to consider for long periods of time, lost in her own thoughts, occasionally sipping on her wine. She was clearly comfortable and had been here nearly all day, her bare feet propped upon a footstool and resting upon a blue satin cushion. Wide silver cuffs circled her dainty ankles and were polished to a bright shine which reflected even the dim light, but were otherwise unadorned. Other belled, silver anklets rested below these. Her deep blue sapphire gown was slit nearly to her waist along one side and showed off her comely and shapely legs. It was trimmed in white edging, with silver embroidery along the lower half and upper edges. A lighter blue, silken sash wound itself over her shoulder and about her torso. A white multi-corded belt circled her hips and gave form and shape to her garments. Thrown over the back of the chair was a light fringed shawl.
If her garments alone did not indicate a suggestion of wealth, then clearly the number of jewels the woman sported erased doubt that she at least was attempting to appear wealthy. The light from the candles nearby sparkled on the silver and jewels that adorned the numerous rings worn on her fingers and toes. Several necklaces hung from her neck, including one that ended in a long blue crystal pendant that almost seemed to irradiate its own light. Long, dangling hooped earrings, with charms and gems chimed delicately whenever she moved about and the bracelets around both wrists made their own ringing music. Another silver chain, with small metal discs suspended from it, hung from her hips. Her right nostril was pierced and sported a sparkling clear gem there and a few silver strands were woven in through the curls of her expansive locks. One braided strand over her left eye ended in a blue-gemmed fob. Her make-up was detailed, but flawless. Dark eyeliner rimed her eyes and made her considerable eyelashes stand out all the more. The blue on her lids highlighted and accentuated the brightness of her eyes. And the warm pink color on her lips made them look all the more perfect.
She was clearly Immaterian by her looks and her demeanor. Her skin was deep bronze and her dark hair extended nearly to her waist. Although her unusual blue eyes gave her an extra hint of exoticness. Throughout the evening, none of the patrons had yet approached her, except for two drunken louts who were emboldened by their inebriation. She looked at them curiously for a moment, nearly forming a smile at their drunken, rude comments and pitiful advances, yet her eyes flashed as dark as the kohl that lined them. She continued the notes she was making and then looked at them again from the corner of her eye. Speaking a few words in a tongue that they did not recognize and making a slight wave of her hand, the closer of the two fell backwards and crashed to the floor. His friend stood there for a moment until she turned her gaze back directly toward him and he decided that some fresh air was most definitely needed at that moment and promptly left the establishment.
Unfazed by the encounter, the woman returned to her activities…
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Sir Rovach
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Riding into town you see an armored figure approaching. As the roads become thicker with the traffic of villagers, merchants, and wanderers the rider stops and dismounts. He removes his helm and slowly begins leading his horse through the throngs of people, not looking for anything in particular but observing the scene in general.
Walking through town, this young man has the appearance of a strong warrior. He is over 6 feet tall, maybe close to 6 1/2, with a muscular build. His face has a light beard with shoulder length brown hair. He is far from unsightly, would even be handsome to some, yet doesn't seem aware of this or that such an opinion of himself would even cross his mind. He appears young, the age of a man who has learned his trade and is now going out in this world on his own.
Armored in plate mail with an extremely large sword strapped to his back, his equipment has the appearance of being worn yet well maintained. He bares no emblem, pennant, colors or coat of arms of any type. Nor does his mount, who also is obviously ready for battle with it's well defined muscles covered in chain barding.
He stops at one of the street vendors, exchanging a few coins for some morsels to chew on as he continues to lead his mount through town. He's new here, never visiting this town before. With a smile, a few words (and the exchange of a few more coins) he obtains the services of a local who guides him to the Inn of the Smiling Dryad. After ensuring his mount is stabled & cared for, he begins to walk towards the entrance to the inn. As he does so he hears the sound of steel on steel: the sound of blades meeting and the cheers of the crowd.
There must be a competition going on? A tournament perhaps? Just at that time a pair of Knights rides by, in their finery & shining armor, lances held high at attention. Proud & lordly, and perhaps a glimmer of arrogance in their eyes. They're quite a contrast to the figure who stands before the inn door. "I wonder if they've ever had to use their arms in battle, or only for the pleasure of the crowds?" He says to himself.
"No matter. As Sir Atohmos used to say: needs first, then play." He turns and enters the Smiling Dryad.
As his eyes adjust, he is surprised at the variety of patrons inside the inn. The diversity he sees before him is amazing & far greater than he observed out in the street! He proceeds to approach the bar and order an ale. He lowers his eyes, thanking Anu for the safe travels & food he has received. Taking a drink and dropping a few extra coins on the counter he says to the bartender "A fine brew you have here. Just what I need to wash the dust from my throat." He takes another drink, leans against the bar and watches the crowd.
"By his will I have arrived." he says to himself. "Now the only question is why?"
Riding into town you see an armored figure approaching. As the roads become thicker with the traffic of villagers, merchants, and wanderers the rider stops and dismounts. He removes his helm and slowly begins leading his horse through the throngs of people, not looking for anything in particular but observing the scene in general.
Walking through town, this young man has the appearance of a strong warrior. He is over 6 feet tall, maybe close to 6 1/2, with a muscular build. His face has a light beard with shoulder length brown hair. He is far from unsightly, would even be handsome to some, yet doesn't seem aware of this or that such an opinion of himself would even cross his mind. He appears young, the age of a man who has learned his trade and is now going out in this world on his own.
Armored in plate mail with an extremely large sword strapped to his back, his equipment has the appearance of being worn yet well maintained. He bares no emblem, pennant, colors or coat of arms of any type. Nor does his mount, who also is obviously ready for battle with it's well defined muscles covered in chain barding.
He stops at one of the street vendors, exchanging a few coins for some morsels to chew on as he continues to lead his mount through town. He's new here, never visiting this town before. With a smile, a few words (and the exchange of a few more coins) he obtains the services of a local who guides him to the Inn of the Smiling Dryad. After ensuring his mount is stabled & cared for, he begins to walk towards the entrance to the inn. As he does so he hears the sound of steel on steel: the sound of blades meeting and the cheers of the crowd.
There must be a competition going on? A tournament perhaps? Just at that time a pair of Knights rides by, in their finery & shining armor, lances held high at attention. Proud & lordly, and perhaps a glimmer of arrogance in their eyes. They're quite a contrast to the figure who stands before the inn door. "I wonder if they've ever had to use their arms in battle, or only for the pleasure of the crowds?" He says to himself.
"No matter. As Sir Atohmos used to say: needs first, then play." He turns and enters the Smiling Dryad.
As his eyes adjust, he is surprised at the variety of patrons inside the inn. The diversity he sees before him is amazing & far greater than he observed out in the street! He proceeds to approach the bar and order an ale. He lowers his eyes, thanking Anu for the safe travels & food he has received. Taking a drink and dropping a few extra coins on the counter he says to the bartender "A fine brew you have here. Just what I need to wash the dust from my throat." He takes another drink, leans against the bar and watches the crowd.
"By his will I have arrived." he says to himself. "Now the only question is why?"
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Re: New Kingdoms #1
A dark clad rider rode in from the direction of the Capital. Tired, weary and slightly paranoid the rider cautiously looked behind him as he rode into the village of Dormare. His light blue eyes scanned the crowd ahead of him of recognition or hostility, but none come as many patrons of the festival are busy looking at wares, watching the festivities, or walking about with purpose.
Looking down at himself he can see the dirt upon his leather armored legs, where two swortswords rest upon either sides of his hips. Two intricately carved daggers are sheathed about his dusty chest while two matching daggers adorn his forearms. Wooden runes upon a string hang about his neck. The beginnings of man hair adorn his angular chin.
With a sigh of relief, he pushes back his shoulder length black hair behind his ears then reigns in his black mare, patting it’s side, as if to thank it for carrying him all this way. If only his father could see him now. Travel weary and running from the Capital with his tail between his legs, “Perhaps I should have been more like you Father, but I do not have the patience for politics.” The silent thought of being a disappointment to his family weighed on his shoulders.
As he makes his way towards the village he quickly dismounts, leading the mare forward, his eyes look to and fro looking into the crowd, he stops and gazes as a determined
gnomes crosses his path. He can’t help but see the merchants’ wares as he passes and the way that their patrons loosely guard their money pouches. Within a few moments, he realizes why they feel so safe, Armored knights with sharp lances ride by their armor in prestine order. Not wanting to feel their sting, he begins to move through the crowd towards the Inn.
Making sure his mount is stabled and cared for he gathers up his gear and enters the Smiling Dryad, his eyes dart about the patrons as he walks towards the Innkeeper. “Greetings, Good sir. I wonder if you still have lodgings for the night?” he said with a slight smile as he dropped his backpack upon the floor near his feet.
As he looked about the room he saw a variety of patrons. Several individuals were drunk, some armored leaning against the bar surveying the Inn, but then a dark haired woman sitting down caught his eye, bejeweled hair combs, silver and jewels about her caught his eye. “Either she is brave or foolish, to wear so much finery.” He thought to himself as the woman surveryed the inn then began writing. “Excuse me, Innkeeper? May I have a glass of mead?” he said as he dropped a few coins on the counter in payment, “Also I wished to inquire if you knew who that woman was, and what she is drinking?"
he asked curiously as he motioned to the woman garbed so wealthily writing and sipping a wine.
Looking down at himself he can see the dirt upon his leather armored legs, where two swortswords rest upon either sides of his hips. Two intricately carved daggers are sheathed about his dusty chest while two matching daggers adorn his forearms. Wooden runes upon a string hang about his neck. The beginnings of man hair adorn his angular chin.
With a sigh of relief, he pushes back his shoulder length black hair behind his ears then reigns in his black mare, patting it’s side, as if to thank it for carrying him all this way. If only his father could see him now. Travel weary and running from the Capital with his tail between his legs, “Perhaps I should have been more like you Father, but I do not have the patience for politics.” The silent thought of being a disappointment to his family weighed on his shoulders.
As he makes his way towards the village he quickly dismounts, leading the mare forward, his eyes look to and fro looking into the crowd, he stops and gazes as a determined
gnomes crosses his path. He can’t help but see the merchants’ wares as he passes and the way that their patrons loosely guard their money pouches. Within a few moments, he realizes why they feel so safe, Armored knights with sharp lances ride by their armor in prestine order. Not wanting to feel their sting, he begins to move through the crowd towards the Inn.
Making sure his mount is stabled and cared for he gathers up his gear and enters the Smiling Dryad, his eyes dart about the patrons as he walks towards the Innkeeper. “Greetings, Good sir. I wonder if you still have lodgings for the night?” he said with a slight smile as he dropped his backpack upon the floor near his feet.
As he looked about the room he saw a variety of patrons. Several individuals were drunk, some armored leaning against the bar surveying the Inn, but then a dark haired woman sitting down caught his eye, bejeweled hair combs, silver and jewels about her caught his eye. “Either she is brave or foolish, to wear so much finery.” He thought to himself as the woman surveryed the inn then began writing. “Excuse me, Innkeeper? May I have a glass of mead?” he said as he dropped a few coins on the counter in payment, “Also I wished to inquire if you knew who that woman was, and what she is drinking?"
he asked curiously as he motioned to the woman garbed so wealthily writing and sipping a wine.
Post Continued
Among the throngs of merchants and farmers, various more notable individuals have begun to arrive in Dormare. A number of knights from across the kingdoms have arrived along with wealthy travelers and those seeking adventure. As the day wears on, more and more of the merchant stalls have finished being erected and it looks like there will be a jousting tournament after all. Minstrels can be heard playing in several locations as the evening gets longer and people begin to wind down and relax, preparing for a busy day tomorrow.
Stephanie - You find a man holding a board and writing on a sheet of parchment upon it. He seems to look like he is in charge of the sparring. He’s a wiry man and nearly a full head shorter than you. His hair is disheveled at best and his chin whiskers are in bad need of taming.
“You here just to spar or you want to be entering the tournament?” he indicates with a tilt of his head back over his left shoulder. You see several young lads facing off but they look to be more like they’re playing then dueling. Beyond them however is the resounding ringing of dull steel on dull steel as you see a few people standing along the edge of a large circle drawn into the dirt and two individuals in padded armor going at it. It would appear that several of those young men could be the squires of the knights who have come for the jousting.
“Five silver gets you into the swords tournament. Purse will depend on how many enter by tomorrow. One bout tonight if you want it and then bouts tomorrow for as long as you stay in it,” he explains. “The grand melee is free but that isn’t for another couple days. You can enter both. Prize for the last one standing in that one. So what say you?”
Erizhetiana - Dispatching the drunkards was beyond simple as they were looking for an easy catch this evening. The inn has grown considerably more crowded since your arrival but you are pleased to still have a good amount of privacy. Occasionally a young bar wench will come by and ask if you need more wine or anything else and then quickly disappear back towards the kitchen.
A few moments after the drunkards have taken their leave you sense something. At first you think it might be another pair or two of leering eyes but as you look up you see no one nearby or staring overly long at you. You begin to brush it off and return to your studying when you hear a voice in your mind so clear that you would expect it’s speaker to be at your ear.
“The proprietor politely asks that the lady exercise caution in the use of her magics,” this voice says in perfect Akorian with no hint of accent and no distinguishing tones or speech patterns. As you look around and debate a reply, the sense of whatever it was you had felt is now gone.
Sir Rovach - Arriving at the inn you make your way to the bar. You pass a knight on his way out who pauses to see if he recognizes you. His forehead scrunches for a moment as he sees no tabard, colors or heraldry of any sort but he quickly recovers. He meets your eyes for the briefest of seconds and gives just the slightest of nods before moving completely past and out one of the inn’s many doors.
The interior of the inn is quite lush with its polished wood and the bar is enormous with very detailed carvings along its entire length depicting woodland scenes including dryads playing among the trees. It only takes a moment for a barrel-chested man a good six inches shorter than you but easily as broad as you in the shoulders to approach. His hair falls just below his ears and is going grey and his salt-and-pepper goatee is well-trimmed.
“Greetings good Sir!” he bellows, “What will you be having?” Ordering an ale he quickly grabs a tankard off of the bar where there are several dozen more waiting for thirsty customers. "One silver," comes the price.
He leans back and his voice picks back up, “So you here for the tourney, the questing or a bit of both?”
Kaelyn - The road has been quiet except as you approached Dormare. Then you shared the road with a lot of farmers making their way there, but it was easy enough to blend in. The road remained free of pursuit as you entered the village and none of the militia gave you more than a passing glance, so you know you will be safe here. For now at least.
Making your way into the Inn of the Smiling Dryad you avoid a few small groups of people waiting to be seated or making their way out. The innkeeper seems to be tending bar at the moment and engaged in conversation with a tall, armored, noble-seeming fellow. Waiting for the right moment, you get his intention.
With that, the innkeeper turns and greets a couple more weary travelers and when a moment presents itself, disappears into the kitchen briefly before returning. He mostly remains at the bar though should anyone have need or further questions for him.
Stephanie - You find a man holding a board and writing on a sheet of parchment upon it. He seems to look like he is in charge of the sparring. He’s a wiry man and nearly a full head shorter than you. His hair is disheveled at best and his chin whiskers are in bad need of taming.
At first when you give your name and desire you don’t believe he heard you, but then he finally mutters something under his breath and with a nod he looks up to address you, and keeps looking up, “My you’re a tall one. Stephanie you said. Very good,” his voice is squeaky like a mouse’s.“I am Swordswoman Stephanie. I have come to test my skill with the blade against worthy opponents.”
“You here just to spar or you want to be entering the tournament?” he indicates with a tilt of his head back over his left shoulder. You see several young lads facing off but they look to be more like they’re playing then dueling. Beyond them however is the resounding ringing of dull steel on dull steel as you see a few people standing along the edge of a large circle drawn into the dirt and two individuals in padded armor going at it. It would appear that several of those young men could be the squires of the knights who have come for the jousting.
“Five silver gets you into the swords tournament. Purse will depend on how many enter by tomorrow. One bout tonight if you want it and then bouts tomorrow for as long as you stay in it,” he explains. “The grand melee is free but that isn’t for another couple days. You can enter both. Prize for the last one standing in that one. So what say you?”
Erizhetiana - Dispatching the drunkards was beyond simple as they were looking for an easy catch this evening. The inn has grown considerably more crowded since your arrival but you are pleased to still have a good amount of privacy. Occasionally a young bar wench will come by and ask if you need more wine or anything else and then quickly disappear back towards the kitchen.
A few moments after the drunkards have taken their leave you sense something. At first you think it might be another pair or two of leering eyes but as you look up you see no one nearby or staring overly long at you. You begin to brush it off and return to your studying when you hear a voice in your mind so clear that you would expect it’s speaker to be at your ear.
“The proprietor politely asks that the lady exercise caution in the use of her magics,” this voice says in perfect Akorian with no hint of accent and no distinguishing tones or speech patterns. As you look around and debate a reply, the sense of whatever it was you had felt is now gone.
Sir Rovach - Arriving at the inn you make your way to the bar. You pass a knight on his way out who pauses to see if he recognizes you. His forehead scrunches for a moment as he sees no tabard, colors or heraldry of any sort but he quickly recovers. He meets your eyes for the briefest of seconds and gives just the slightest of nods before moving completely past and out one of the inn’s many doors.
The interior of the inn is quite lush with its polished wood and the bar is enormous with very detailed carvings along its entire length depicting woodland scenes including dryads playing among the trees. It only takes a moment for a barrel-chested man a good six inches shorter than you but easily as broad as you in the shoulders to approach. His hair falls just below his ears and is going grey and his salt-and-pepper goatee is well-trimmed.
“Greetings good Sir!” he bellows, “What will you be having?” Ordering an ale he quickly grabs a tankard off of the bar where there are several dozen more waiting for thirsty customers. "One silver," comes the price.
Upon commenting on the quality of the drink, the man smiles. “Thank you kindly,” he replies. “That one’s a local brew. Had quite the travel it would appear. From the Shining Coast aren’t you?” He leans in a little closer, “Most of the folk around here are very tolerant even if you come from a place that isn’t. The only ones you might have to watch out for are the Pestle brothers, but they’ll most likely be minding themselves a bit better with all the militia out and such.”Taking a drink and dropping a few extra coins on the counter he says to the bartender "A fine brew you have here. Just what I need to wash the dust from my throat."
He leans back and his voice picks back up, “So you here for the tourney, the questing or a bit of both?”
Kaelyn - The road has been quiet except as you approached Dormare. Then you shared the road with a lot of farmers making their way there, but it was easy enough to blend in. The road remained free of pursuit as you entered the village and none of the militia gave you more than a passing glance, so you know you will be safe here. For now at least.
Making your way into the Inn of the Smiling Dryad you avoid a few small groups of people waiting to be seated or making their way out. The innkeeper seems to be tending bar at the moment and engaged in conversation with a tall, armored, noble-seeming fellow. Waiting for the right moment, you get his intention.
“Of course we have rooms although most of the private ones are already taken,” the innkeeper replies. “Still plenty of space in the common rooms and one or two semi-private rooms as well. Let me know what you’re interested in.” While you think it over you order a drink.“Greetings, Good sir. I wonder if you still have lodgings for the night?” he said with a slight smile as he dropped his backpack upon the floor near his feet.
“Mead it is my good man,” the innkeeper says and in a moment returns with a brimming mug, "Five coppers." You press the innkeeper for information on the woman you spotted. “I can’t say for certain,” he replies. “Been here most of the day, and most of that in that very seat. Very studious. Most likely a diplomat or envoy of some fashion, probably here to enjoy the festival before continuing on. She‘s been drinking one of the imported wines. Excuse me”“Excuse me, Innkeeper? May I have a glass of mead?” he said as he dropped a few coins on the counter in payment, “Also I wished to inquire if you knew who that woman was, and what she is drinking?"
With that, the innkeeper turns and greets a couple more weary travelers and when a moment presents itself, disappears into the kitchen briefly before returning. He mostly remains at the bar though should anyone have need or further questions for him.
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Taking another drink from his tankard, Sir Rovach continues to admire the scenery of the inn. Switching between watching his fellow patrons (why would someone flaunt so much silver & jewels?) and looking at the fine detail of the woodcarved bar (wondering if he had ever read about such during his history lessons), he waits for the Innkeeper to return and motions for his attention.
"This town is truely blessed to have produced such a fine ale my good man. The taste of the hops is bitter, but not overpowering. And what is that subtle taste I detect at the end of my drink? A faint flavor of fruit perhaps?" Putting a couple more silvers on the bar he asks "May I have another so I may study your fine brew?"
Waiting for the Innkeeper to give him his second tankard, Sir Rovach slides a gold piece under his palm to the Innkeeper. "And my thanks kind Sir on informing me about the Pestle brothers. I swear to you, the Master of this fine Inn, I mean no ill nor seek any quarrel with no one".
Pausing a moment to make sure the Innkeeper understood him & his intent, Sir Rovach continues. "A tourney would be a challenge, but I don't know if my Lord would approve. Using my strength & skills purely for the pleasure & entertainment of others is fine for some, but would not seem right for me. But questing....aye. If the cause is just then that would be what I seek."
Taking another drink from his tankard, Sir Rovach continues to admire the scenery of the inn. Switching between watching his fellow patrons (why would someone flaunt so much silver & jewels?) and looking at the fine detail of the woodcarved bar (wondering if he had ever read about such during his history lessons), he waits for the Innkeeper to return and motions for his attention.
"This town is truely blessed to have produced such a fine ale my good man. The taste of the hops is bitter, but not overpowering. And what is that subtle taste I detect at the end of my drink? A faint flavor of fruit perhaps?" Putting a couple more silvers on the bar he asks "May I have another so I may study your fine brew?"
Waiting for the Innkeeper to give him his second tankard, Sir Rovach slides a gold piece under his palm to the Innkeeper. "And my thanks kind Sir on informing me about the Pestle brothers. I swear to you, the Master of this fine Inn, I mean no ill nor seek any quarrel with no one".
Pausing a moment to make sure the Innkeeper understood him & his intent, Sir Rovach continues. "A tourney would be a challenge, but I don't know if my Lord would approve. Using my strength & skills purely for the pleasure & entertainment of others is fine for some, but would not seem right for me. But questing....aye. If the cause is just then that would be what I seek."
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
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Aesa:
Arriving in Dormare in the late afternoon, Aesa had been curious as to where all the people she had encountered on the road were heading. The farmers gladly told her about the village, as well as the upcoming festival and market days, as it was a good way for them to pass the long trek. Upon arriving in the village, she dismounted and led her chestnut colored riding horse with a white star pattern covering its head and muzzle, as well as her draft horse, through the busy roads. Getting directions to the inn, she found stabling for both of them across the way at the groom’s residence since the inn’s own stables were already full. Leaving most of her possessions in the draft’s horses packs, along with her spears, she took only her walking staff and a broad bladed sword slung over her shoulder with her. Decked out in her tooled leather armor and several belt pouches, she flipped a long blond braid behind her back and headed across towards the inn, her half-skirt billowing in the light breeze.
Such a grand place, one would think a thane resided within, she thought to herself as she drew closer. The sound of metal against metal caught her attention though and she walked over to see what was going on. A few people were watching a pair of young men dueling inside a crude circle carved into the dirt. She smiled at the simplicity of it. A couple more people were standing near some sort of official or organizer of this event, including a woman taller than herself. Intrigued, she made her way over to where they stood, catching part of what the mousy man was saying. A test of these southern swords might indeed be in order, but since he was addressing the taller woman first, she waited patiently.
Arriving in Dormare in the late afternoon, Aesa had been curious as to where all the people she had encountered on the road were heading. The farmers gladly told her about the village, as well as the upcoming festival and market days, as it was a good way for them to pass the long trek. Upon arriving in the village, she dismounted and led her chestnut colored riding horse with a white star pattern covering its head and muzzle, as well as her draft horse, through the busy roads. Getting directions to the inn, she found stabling for both of them across the way at the groom’s residence since the inn’s own stables were already full. Leaving most of her possessions in the draft’s horses packs, along with her spears, she took only her walking staff and a broad bladed sword slung over her shoulder with her. Decked out in her tooled leather armor and several belt pouches, she flipped a long blond braid behind her back and headed across towards the inn, her half-skirt billowing in the light breeze.
Such a grand place, one would think a thane resided within, she thought to herself as she drew closer. The sound of metal against metal caught her attention though and she walked over to see what was going on. A few people were watching a pair of young men dueling inside a crude circle carved into the dirt. She smiled at the simplicity of it. A couple more people were standing near some sort of official or organizer of this event, including a woman taller than herself. Intrigued, she made her way over to where they stood, catching part of what the mousy man was saying. A test of these southern swords might indeed be in order, but since he was addressing the taller woman first, she waited patiently.
That which must be done will be done.
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Erizhetiana of Lotan -
The Inn of the Smiling Dryad was beginning to get busier as day slowly began to turn into night. Erezhi took another sip of her wine. The place not only served wine from her homeland of Immater, but it was of the House of Ahassuna. Clearly one of high quality. She let the fruity taste linger in her mouth a moment before swallowing. The thought of the two louts who tried to disturb her, nearly escaping from her mind. Then there was another presence watching her.Certainly many eyes fell upon her as the hours drifted by. She would have been disappointed otherwise. Some of them she ignored, some she gave a sideways glance to - judging their intent or lack thereof, a few she met eye to eye, curiously watching to see what their response might be. But this was different.
She wiped a curly ringlet away from her face and looked about briefly, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Perhaps her brothers were attempting to scrye her, she thought for a moment. As she reached for her book again, she heard a voice as if at her ear.
“The proprietor politely asks that the lady exercise caution in the use of her magics,” this voice says in perfect Akorian with no hint of accent and no distinguishing tones or speech patterns.
"Then perhaps the proprietor should be certain to....", she stopped as she turned to meet the speaker and give them a stern bit of chastising and saw that no one was there. "A trick, perhaps," she thought to herself as she looked about once more. "Or perhaps just a phantasm of some sort that was used to control the use of magicks within these wall." She smiled at that thought. If that was the case then at least things were not likely to get too out of hand here. She had been slightly worried about being in such a small and potentially uncultured and hovel of a town. Still that hadn't stopped many of the patrons from sizing her up. She was used to such attention, so it did not bother her and hopefully the small dispaly she gave would keep any other potential trouble at bay.
Looking about for a bar wench, Erizhi's eyes swept over towards the bar and the kitchen beyond. At the bar she noticed a tall man in armor. He was also Immatarian. No particular look of finery was about him, so likely he was not a noble. A knight of some sort, perhaps. He had glanced her way several times now while he worked to drain his tankard. She met his gaze briefly and the slightest hint of a smile tugged at the edge of her pink-tinted lips. Past him, she saw the innkeeper speaking to another man and they were also looking in her direction and exchanging some words. He must be from this kingdom, judging from his appearance. The attention was not unflattering, but she had other thoughts on her mind at the moment.
Seeing a bar maid step back onto the floor, Erizhi set down her book and stacked the one next to her on top of it. She slid out of the chair and padded toward the girl, each step accompanied by the melodious chimes of her anklets. Leaning in she said a few words to the bar maid. The girl responded and Erizhi pointed over to her chair. The girl then nodded vigorously and then headed quickly back to the kitchen. Continuing on, she walked directly towards the Immatarian knight and then smiled briefly as she passed. She stepped behind and past the man to his right, giving him a glance over the shoulder as she stepped up to the bar and leaned in.
The innkeeper came over as soon as he was free and she fidgeted for a moment, unaccustomed to having to wait. “I have a question regarding the ‘message’,” she emphasized that last word hoping that the understanding was clear,” that I received moments ago,” she declared. “The one in regards to,” she paused looking for suitable words, “the ‘gentleman’ who is sleeping a few steps from my chair?” She waited hoping to see understanding in the man’s eyes. “I should like to make a few inquiries, if I may? In private perhaps?”
The Inn of the Smiling Dryad was beginning to get busier as day slowly began to turn into night. Erezhi took another sip of her wine. The place not only served wine from her homeland of Immater, but it was of the House of Ahassuna. Clearly one of high quality. She let the fruity taste linger in her mouth a moment before swallowing. The thought of the two louts who tried to disturb her, nearly escaping from her mind. Then there was another presence watching her.Certainly many eyes fell upon her as the hours drifted by. She would have been disappointed otherwise. Some of them she ignored, some she gave a sideways glance to - judging their intent or lack thereof, a few she met eye to eye, curiously watching to see what their response might be. But this was different.
She wiped a curly ringlet away from her face and looked about briefly, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Perhaps her brothers were attempting to scrye her, she thought for a moment. As she reached for her book again, she heard a voice as if at her ear.
“The proprietor politely asks that the lady exercise caution in the use of her magics,” this voice says in perfect Akorian with no hint of accent and no distinguishing tones or speech patterns.
"Then perhaps the proprietor should be certain to....", she stopped as she turned to meet the speaker and give them a stern bit of chastising and saw that no one was there. "A trick, perhaps," she thought to herself as she looked about once more. "Or perhaps just a phantasm of some sort that was used to control the use of magicks within these wall." She smiled at that thought. If that was the case then at least things were not likely to get too out of hand here. She had been slightly worried about being in such a small and potentially uncultured and hovel of a town. Still that hadn't stopped many of the patrons from sizing her up. She was used to such attention, so it did not bother her and hopefully the small dispaly she gave would keep any other potential trouble at bay.
Looking about for a bar wench, Erizhi's eyes swept over towards the bar and the kitchen beyond. At the bar she noticed a tall man in armor. He was also Immatarian. No particular look of finery was about him, so likely he was not a noble. A knight of some sort, perhaps. He had glanced her way several times now while he worked to drain his tankard. She met his gaze briefly and the slightest hint of a smile tugged at the edge of her pink-tinted lips. Past him, she saw the innkeeper speaking to another man and they were also looking in her direction and exchanging some words. He must be from this kingdom, judging from his appearance. The attention was not unflattering, but she had other thoughts on her mind at the moment.
Seeing a bar maid step back onto the floor, Erizhi set down her book and stacked the one next to her on top of it. She slid out of the chair and padded toward the girl, each step accompanied by the melodious chimes of her anklets. Leaning in she said a few words to the bar maid. The girl responded and Erizhi pointed over to her chair. The girl then nodded vigorously and then headed quickly back to the kitchen. Continuing on, she walked directly towards the Immatarian knight and then smiled briefly as she passed. She stepped behind and past the man to his right, giving him a glance over the shoulder as she stepped up to the bar and leaned in.
The innkeeper came over as soon as he was free and she fidgeted for a moment, unaccustomed to having to wait. “I have a question regarding the ‘message’,” she emphasized that last word hoping that the understanding was clear,” that I received moments ago,” she declared. “The one in regards to,” she paused looking for suitable words, “the ‘gentleman’ who is sleeping a few steps from my chair?” She waited hoping to see understanding in the man’s eyes. “I should like to make a few inquiries, if I may? In private perhaps?”
Post Continued
Conversation at the main bar of the Inn of the Smiling Dryad has been between two notable individuals and the owner of said inn who also expertly tends bar during such a busy time as the upcoming spring festival. Additionally, another patron has been getting some attention, some of it unwanted. The woman in question Sir Rovach recognizes as a noble woman from his home kingdom of Immater. Although not decked out in gold she is still adorned with more silver, gems and jewelry than most of these simple villagers will see in several lifetimes.
Sir Rovach - The innkeeper returns after several minutes and picks up a number of conversations he was having with you.
Erizhetiana - Clearly not used to waiting long, you almost think you might have to resort to something a bit more drastic to get the innkeeper’s attention. However he does arrive promptly after a lengthy conversation with the Immaterian knight.
Sir Rovach - The innkeeper returns after several minutes and picks up a number of conversations he was having with you.
“Town? Hardly,” the innkeeper chuckles. “Although if business stays good and these festivals remain popular we may be a town soon enough. As for the brew, you are correct in what you taste. I pride myself on that particular blend. Took me a number of tries to get it just right.” He fills another tankard as he talks and exchanges the empty one for it."This town is truely blessed to have produced such a fine ale my good man. The taste of the hops is bitter, but not overpowering. And what is that subtle taste I detect at the end of my drink? A faint flavor of fruit perhaps?" Putting a couple more silvers on the bar he asks "May I have another so I may study your fine brew?"
“Thank you kindly,” the innkeeper says as he takes the offered coin. “However I would have shared the information freely. I could tell you were an honorable man when you entered. Very few of the non-honorable sort make their way this deep into the wood. The Pestle brothers are too single-minded to think that through unfortunately.”Waiting for the Innkeeper to give him his second tankard, Sir Rovach slides a gold piece under his palm to the Innkeeper. "And my thanks kind Sir on informing me about the Pestle brothers. I swear to you, the Master of this fine Inn, I mean no ill nor seek any quarrel with no one".
“Suit yourself,” the innkeeper comments on the first part of your reply. “Some men are more in need of coin than others and the tournament is one way to obtain that if one’s skill is sufficient. As for the questing, there are sometimes ample opportunities here,” he says as he points to the large board nailed to the wall near the main entrance. “Some folk have come to call it the ‘Heroes’ Board’ but usually it’s just small errands that the local militia or woodsmen can’t currently handle. Every so often though something interesting does appear there. If I wasn’t retired I might have undertaken some of them myself. Board’s empty at the moment but if you’re to be here for the festival you might want to keep an eye on it all the same.”Pausing a moment to make sure the Innkeeper understood him & his intent, Sir Rovach continues. "A tourney would be a challenge, but I don't know if my Lord would approve. Using my strength & skills purely for the pleasure & entertainment of others is fine for some, but would not seem right for me. But questing....aye. If the cause is just then that would be what I seek."
Erizhetiana - Clearly not used to waiting long, you almost think you might have to resort to something a bit more drastic to get the innkeeper’s attention. However he does arrive promptly after a lengthy conversation with the Immaterian knight.
“No need to beat around the brush, my lady,” the innkeeper smiles. “I know exactly what you speak of. I should, I would hope, since I’m the one responsible for such things. The best I can do at the moment however is a conversation at this side of the bar. Any more private than that and you’ll have to wait ‘til an hour or two before the cocks crow.”The innkeeper came over as soon as he was free and she fidgeted for a moment, unaccustomed to having to wait. “I have a question regarding the ‘message’,” she emphasized that last word hoping that the understanding was clear,” that I received moments ago,” she declared. “The one in regards to,” she paused looking for suitable words, “the ‘gentleman’ who is sleeping a few steps from my chair?” She waited hoping to see understanding in the man’s eyes. “I should like to make a few inquiries, if I may? In private perhaps?”
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Erizhetiana of Lotan -
Managing to wait, and trying hard to not show her impatience, Erizhi finally gets the attention of the innkeeper, who it turns out to also be the owner.
“No need to beat around the brush, my lady,” the innkeeper smiles. “I know exactly what you speak of. I should, I would hope, since I’m the one responsible for such things. The best I can do at the moment however is a conversation at this side of the bar. Any more private than that and you’ll have to wait ‘til an hour or two before the cocks crow.”
Erizhi considers for a moment. She looks at the man, clearly he is, or rather was, much more than he currently appears to be. She cocks her head to the side for a moment, as she considers him in an entire new light. A smile starts to form on her face and then grows slowly. She glances quickly at the other two notables nearby. "Very well, if the best that I can ask for is a few whispers on the far side of a noisy bar, then that shall have to be sufficient for now. My name is Erizhetiana of the Noble House of Iltani and a priestess of the Temple of Ishtar. May I?" she says indicating a desire to join him on his side of the bar.
Managing to wait, and trying hard to not show her impatience, Erizhi finally gets the attention of the innkeeper, who it turns out to also be the owner.
“No need to beat around the brush, my lady,” the innkeeper smiles. “I know exactly what you speak of. I should, I would hope, since I’m the one responsible for such things. The best I can do at the moment however is a conversation at this side of the bar. Any more private than that and you’ll have to wait ‘til an hour or two before the cocks crow.”
Erizhi considers for a moment. She looks at the man, clearly he is, or rather was, much more than he currently appears to be. She cocks her head to the side for a moment, as she considers him in an entire new light. A smile starts to form on her face and then grows slowly. She glances quickly at the other two notables nearby. "Very well, if the best that I can ask for is a few whispers on the far side of a noisy bar, then that shall have to be sufficient for now. My name is Erizhetiana of the Noble House of Iltani and a priestess of the Temple of Ishtar. May I?" she says indicating a desire to join him on his side of the bar.
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Enjoying the sweet taste of his ale after his travels, Sir Rovach pauses to consider the innkeepers words. Keeping an eye on the "Hero's Board" as the innkeeper called it, he wonders if he should stay at the inn awhile longer or continue to look around and see what Dormare has to offer.
Sir Rovach decides that there is so much more to see of this village than the inside of the inn. Knowing that he can check on the board later for postings, Rovach decides to look more around the town to see what it has to offer. And perhaps discover why Anu has guided his heart to this place.
Sir Rovach turns to address the innkeeper but finds him in conversation with the noble woman from Immater. Aware of her status, he now understands why she's wearing so much silver & jewels. Yet he still thinks it's dangerous for one to show so much wealth openly, and so far from home, being taught that there are greedy & evil ones who would cut a person's throat for a tenth of what she's wearing. Yet he's curious as why another from his homeland would be here as well. Earlier she had smiled in his direction, which he had only nodded his head. Sir Rovach decides he'll observe further until the innkeeper is free, at that time inquire about lodging and further information on the needs of the village. Saying a quiet prayer to Anu for the sight, he looks at the innkeeper and noblewoman a little more...
Enjoying the sweet taste of his ale after his travels, Sir Rovach pauses to consider the innkeepers words. Keeping an eye on the "Hero's Board" as the innkeeper called it, he wonders if he should stay at the inn awhile longer or continue to look around and see what Dormare has to offer.
Sir Rovach decides that there is so much more to see of this village than the inside of the inn. Knowing that he can check on the board later for postings, Rovach decides to look more around the town to see what it has to offer. And perhaps discover why Anu has guided his heart to this place.
Sir Rovach turns to address the innkeeper but finds him in conversation with the noble woman from Immater. Aware of her status, he now understands why she's wearing so much silver & jewels. Yet he still thinks it's dangerous for one to show so much wealth openly, and so far from home, being taught that there are greedy & evil ones who would cut a person's throat for a tenth of what she's wearing. Yet he's curious as why another from his homeland would be here as well. Earlier she had smiled in his direction, which he had only nodded his head. Sir Rovach decides he'll observe further until the innkeeper is free, at that time inquire about lodging and further information on the needs of the village. Saying a quiet prayer to Anu for the sight, he looks at the innkeeper and noblewoman a little more...
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Stephanie
Stephanie:
The tall dark haired woman regards the mousy sounding man, desperately trying to keep from laughing. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was speaking to a gnome.
“Five silver you say,” Stephanie finally says as she fishes through her coin purse. “Here you go, my fee for the tournament. Who is my opponent and when do we begin?”
The tall dark haired woman regards the mousy sounding man, desperately trying to keep from laughing. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was speaking to a gnome.
“Five silver you say,” Stephanie finally says as she fishes through her coin purse. “Here you go, my fee for the tournament. Who is my opponent and when do we begin?”
Wielder of Lighting
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Kaelyn
Passing the 5 coppers to the Innkeeper, Kaelyn takes several drinks of his mead, he greatly enjoyed the sweetness and slight spice of the drink. It was always a good way to end a day have a hard day’s ride. Glancing to his right he looked at the knight in plate near by as he spoke of the tourney. “Perhaps others only wish to test their steel and metal upon their betters.” He spoke softly his baritone voice cold. “Perhaps I will see what wages can be earned on wagering on the combantants.” He said more to himself then anyone.
“Certainly.” He said as the innkeeper excused himself. Glancing over one last time to the beautiful bejeweled woman, “ An educated woman,” he couldn’t help but think as he saw her stack two books then get up. Judging by what the innkeep said she probably was one of wealth, even a diplomat. Only they could stay in the same place for hours upon end.
Considering his options Kaelyn attempts to get the attention of the Innkeeper, When he is free, “Indeed I would like a room for the night. One of the private rooms would do well, if one is still available.” Leaning forward toward the Innkeeper he speaks more softly, “And for a few gold pieces more in your pocket upon my departure, If anyone inquires of my lodgings here, send them to the stables or tell them I was turned away.”
Silently he wondered if he had said to much to the Innkeeper but if this man did betray him he would visit him in the dead of night, he thought solemnly to himself. "And is it possible to leave my pack with you for the time being, to be brought up to the room?"
Passing the 5 coppers to the Innkeeper, Kaelyn takes several drinks of his mead, he greatly enjoyed the sweetness and slight spice of the drink. It was always a good way to end a day have a hard day’s ride. Glancing to his right he looked at the knight in plate near by as he spoke of the tourney. “Perhaps others only wish to test their steel and metal upon their betters.” He spoke softly his baritone voice cold. “Perhaps I will see what wages can be earned on wagering on the combantants.” He said more to himself then anyone.
“Certainly.” He said as the innkeeper excused himself. Glancing over one last time to the beautiful bejeweled woman, “ An educated woman,” he couldn’t help but think as he saw her stack two books then get up. Judging by what the innkeep said she probably was one of wealth, even a diplomat. Only they could stay in the same place for hours upon end.
Considering his options Kaelyn attempts to get the attention of the Innkeeper, When he is free, “Indeed I would like a room for the night. One of the private rooms would do well, if one is still available.” Leaning forward toward the Innkeeper he speaks more softly, “And for a few gold pieces more in your pocket upon my departure, If anyone inquires of my lodgings here, send them to the stables or tell them I was turned away.”
Silently he wondered if he had said to much to the Innkeeper but if this man did betray him he would visit him in the dead of night, he thought solemnly to himself. "And is it possible to leave my pack with you for the time being, to be brought up to the room?"
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
After viewing the noblewoman & innkeeper, Sir Rovach finishes his drink, gives the innkeeper a smile & nod, and places a couple more silver on the bar as thanks for the friendly service. As he get's up to leave he subtlely lets his gaze travel across the bar and the patrons on the first floor as he makes his way to the door.
After viewing the noblewoman & innkeeper, Sir Rovach finishes his drink, gives the innkeeper a smile & nod, and places a couple more silver on the bar as thanks for the friendly service. As he get's up to leave he subtlely lets his gaze travel across the bar and the patrons on the first floor as he makes his way to the door.
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Post Continued
The innkeeper is getting a workout at the moment with all of the questions and conversation, but he is handling it well and ensuring that none of his customers has to wait overly long.
Erizhetiana -
Kaelyn -
With the knight on his way to possibly explore the rest of the village, the innkeeper hovers a moment longer to see if anything else is needed before returning to the waiting noblewoman.
Sir Rovach - As you look at the other patrons on the main floor of the inn and up onto the split-level dining areas you don't see anyone else who you would think extraordinary. A large group of merchants are dining at one of the semi-private tables, their voices loud with laughter and drink. A number of weary-looking travellers are huddling over steaming mugs or eating a light far of fruits and breads. Young serving wenches are moving expertly through the crowd, their long skirts swishing and twirling over the wooden floors as if they were engaged in a dance. An older man who looks to be quite frail is busy setting candles alight as the day is starting to grow long.
Stephanie -
With that he turns and strolls over to where the two young men are dueling. You can see that the dull steel blades are coated with tar so as to easily leave marks that can’t be hastily removed. Once there, he scans over his parchment looking for something.
“You there, yes you,” he calls out to the throng of lads who look like squires. One of them, with short cropped dusty-blond hair trots over. “Alright you two, here’s how it goes. Each of you find a suit of padded armor,” he pauses, sizing up Stephanie once more and tries to hide his uncertainty that any suit will fit her. “Or you can use one of your own if you have such. Padded only. There are swords on the racks there,” he says pointing to a trio of weapon racks from which swords of all sizes hang. “Your weapons and gear are to be left in your rooms or by those racks. No tricky stuff now. Whoever deals two hits of three moves on to tomorrow’s bouts. Questions? If not, Boarley over there shall start you off once these lads finish.”
Boarley is a large man, almost as tall as you but quite larger everywhere else. You doubt he’s very quick but you probably couldn’t take him unarmed in any manner. He has a large mace strapped to his waist and wears ringmail that’s seen better days. He has a full shock of grey hair that falls to his ears and three day’s worth of grey stubble on his cheeks. A humorless-looking man he is watching the current bout. Both men have one mark upon the borrowed padded armor and so the next blow that lands will end it.
Your opponent has no questions for the mousy man and looks instead at you. He appears to be no older than fourteen but seems very sure of himself. His smile and nod are friendly though and he turns, heading towards the weapons rack. Along the way he removes his squire’s tabard, revealing he is already wearing padded armor. As he passes the other young men he was conversing with, they apparently rib or mock him for which he tosses his tabard over the head of one of them, causing all to burst into roaring laughter, even the one so covered.
Aesa -
Erizhetiana -
“A pleasure, my lady,” the innkeeper replies, “although I must apologize if I made myself unclear. This end of the bar is the most private at the moment, but I fear if you step onto my side you will find yourself serving drinks and renting rooms.” That thought seems to amuse him slightly but it quickly vanishes. “Stay on this end and I shall return in a few moments and you can make your inquiries.” With that he’s off to see what the other patrons need."Very well, if the best that I can ask for is a few whispers on the far side of a noisy bar, then that shall have to be sufficient for now. My name is Erizhetiana of the Noble House of Iltani and a priestess of the Temple of Ishtar. May I?" she says indicating a desire to join him on his side of the bar.
Kaelyn -
“Three gold a night,” the innkeeper replies, and then joins in closer for the hushed conversation. “I completely understand my good man,” he says taking the offered coins. “With this many people visiting it would be extremely hard for me to remember anyone’s faces,” he says with a knowing smile. “In fact I don’t even remember anyone of your description at all. Maybe someone fitting it hired on as a merchant’s guard and is sleeping out among them.”Considering his options Kaelyn attempts to get the attention of the Innkeeper, When he is free, “Indeed I would like a room for the night. One of the private rooms would do well, if one is still available.” Leaning forward toward the Innkeeper he speaks more softly, “And for a few gold pieces more in your pocket upon my departure, If anyone inquires of my lodgings here, send them to the stables or tell them I was turned away.”
“With the coin you have given me I could have your possessions stored in my safe under the watchful eye of two armored guard,” he says plainly. “I will be unable to break away to make the delivery myself until very early the coming morn’, however one of the serving wenches will bring it up at a time of your choosing. Additionally with the room comes meals should you choose to dine up there. Just let me know what your desires are.”Silently he wondered if he had said to much to the Innkeeper but if this man did betray him he would visit him in the dead of night, he thought solemnly to himself. "And is it possible to leave my pack with you for the time being, to be brought up to the room?
With the knight on his way to possibly explore the rest of the village, the innkeeper hovers a moment longer to see if anything else is needed before returning to the waiting noblewoman.
Sir Rovach - As you look at the other patrons on the main floor of the inn and up onto the split-level dining areas you don't see anyone else who you would think extraordinary. A large group of merchants are dining at one of the semi-private tables, their voices loud with laughter and drink. A number of weary-looking travellers are huddling over steaming mugs or eating a light far of fruits and breads. Young serving wenches are moving expertly through the crowd, their long skirts swishing and twirling over the wooden floors as if they were engaged in a dance. An older man who looks to be quite frail is busy setting candles alight as the day is starting to grow long.
Stephanie -
“Very good then,” comes the squeaky reply. He writes something on his parchment but even though you can see it easily you can’t tell what it is. One might assume it is your name he wrote down. The coins disappear into a pouch on his belt.“Five silver you say,” Stephanie finally says as she fishes through her coin purse. “Here you go, my fee for the tournament. Who is my opponent and when do we begin?”
With that he turns and strolls over to where the two young men are dueling. You can see that the dull steel blades are coated with tar so as to easily leave marks that can’t be hastily removed. Once there, he scans over his parchment looking for something.
“You there, yes you,” he calls out to the throng of lads who look like squires. One of them, with short cropped dusty-blond hair trots over. “Alright you two, here’s how it goes. Each of you find a suit of padded armor,” he pauses, sizing up Stephanie once more and tries to hide his uncertainty that any suit will fit her. “Or you can use one of your own if you have such. Padded only. There are swords on the racks there,” he says pointing to a trio of weapon racks from which swords of all sizes hang. “Your weapons and gear are to be left in your rooms or by those racks. No tricky stuff now. Whoever deals two hits of three moves on to tomorrow’s bouts. Questions? If not, Boarley over there shall start you off once these lads finish.”
Boarley is a large man, almost as tall as you but quite larger everywhere else. You doubt he’s very quick but you probably couldn’t take him unarmed in any manner. He has a large mace strapped to his waist and wears ringmail that’s seen better days. He has a full shock of grey hair that falls to his ears and three day’s worth of grey stubble on his cheeks. A humorless-looking man he is watching the current bout. Both men have one mark upon the borrowed padded armor and so the next blow that lands will end it.
Your opponent has no questions for the mousy man and looks instead at you. He appears to be no older than fourteen but seems very sure of himself. His smile and nod are friendly though and he turns, heading towards the weapons rack. Along the way he removes his squire’s tabard, revealing he is already wearing padded armor. As he passes the other young men he was conversing with, they apparently rib or mock him for which he tosses his tabard over the head of one of them, causing all to burst into roaring laughter, even the one so covered.
Aesa -
The man returns after setting up the next bout which looks to be starting very shortly. Spotting you he diverts his path and stops just in front of you. “Another tall one, must be the day for it,” he says oddly. “So are you interested as well in joining the tournament?”Intrigued, she made her way over to where they stood, catching part of what the mousy man was saying. A test of these southern swords might indeed be in order, but since he was addressing the taller woman first, she waited patiently.
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Taking one last look at the "Hero's Board", Sir Rovach replaces his helm and walks outside the inn. While the inn was a pleasent stop, the fresh air feels good to him. He is still amazed at the variety of people he see's on the street. As he walks, Sir Rovach attempts to take each one in. With the crowds as they are, he has little success. Thinking back to the inn, he admits to himself the noblewoman surprised him. He did not expect to see another from his homeland. He'll have keep his eyes open for anyone else who looks like they hail from Immater.
"The world will not come to you Rovach" he says to himself. Sir Rovach decides he will go the local constable's office to inquire if they have need for one such as him. A chance to use his skills for good, to test his mettle against evil, and to help others in a just cause in the service of Anu. This is what he thinks about as he proceeds down the hard packed dirt street.
As he walks through the open market towards where the tournament is being held, he realizes that he has no idea where the constable's office is located. Spotting the first local militia he see's, Sir Rovach proceeds to walk towards them. Leaving his helm on, Sir Rovach extends his hand and says "Greetings sir. Would you be able to assist me in telling me where the constable is located?"
Taking one last look at the "Hero's Board", Sir Rovach replaces his helm and walks outside the inn. While the inn was a pleasent stop, the fresh air feels good to him. He is still amazed at the variety of people he see's on the street. As he walks, Sir Rovach attempts to take each one in. With the crowds as they are, he has little success. Thinking back to the inn, he admits to himself the noblewoman surprised him. He did not expect to see another from his homeland. He'll have keep his eyes open for anyone else who looks like they hail from Immater.
"The world will not come to you Rovach" he says to himself. Sir Rovach decides he will go the local constable's office to inquire if they have need for one such as him. A chance to use his skills for good, to test his mettle against evil, and to help others in a just cause in the service of Anu. This is what he thinks about as he proceeds down the hard packed dirt street.
As he walks through the open market towards where the tournament is being held, he realizes that he has no idea where the constable's office is located. Spotting the first local militia he see's, Sir Rovach proceeds to walk towards them. Leaving his helm on, Sir Rovach extends his hand and says "Greetings sir. Would you be able to assist me in telling me where the constable is located?"
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Aesa:
She figures the man is attempting a joke of some sort about the her height and that of the other woman's but she doesn't get it so just ignores it altogether. However she is interested in joining this tournament so she fishes out the five silver from one of her belt pouches. Her coins are from a number of different places but hopefully that doesn't prove to be a problem.
Knowing that she will have to wait until the next bout is finished, she moves closer to see how the tall woman fares against the self-sure lad.
She figures the man is attempting a joke of some sort about the her height and that of the other woman's but she doesn't get it so just ignores it altogether. However she is interested in joining this tournament so she fishes out the five silver from one of her belt pouches. Her coins are from a number of different places but hopefully that doesn't prove to be a problem.
Knowing that she will have to wait until the next bout is finished, she moves closer to see how the tall woman fares against the self-sure lad.
That which must be done will be done.
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Kaelyn
Digging into his money pouch, Kaelyn pulls forth 3 gold pieces and slides them across the table. A slight smirk began to etch across his face, “I thank you for your kindness. It will not be forgotten.”
Kealyn thinks for a moment then agrees to the innkeeper safe guarding his pack. “I would like it delivered to my room upon my arrival. While I am sure your meals are of the finest quality, I think I may partake in the festival’s carts and wares. It is not everyday you get such a wide array of selections in one area, though if I change my mind you will be the first to know.” He said with a slight grin as he finished his mead and places it upon the counter. Having concluded his business he hands his pack over to the innkeeper safe keeping.
Turning from the bar, Kaelyn gets up and looks about the patrons of the inn casually, looking to see if anyone’s eyes linger on him a little to long. Then Heads out the door as the setting sun begins to shrink behind the skyline.
Kaelyn will head off towards the merchant tents to see if any of the wares interest him, favoring jewelcutters and jewelry. If any tents do exist he will look upon the wares and then asking "Good day to you, I was looking for something in a ring, perhaps in silver." he asks curiously, then "Do you ever sell uncut gems?"
Digging into his money pouch, Kaelyn pulls forth 3 gold pieces and slides them across the table. A slight smirk began to etch across his face, “I thank you for your kindness. It will not be forgotten.”
Kealyn thinks for a moment then agrees to the innkeeper safe guarding his pack. “I would like it delivered to my room upon my arrival. While I am sure your meals are of the finest quality, I think I may partake in the festival’s carts and wares. It is not everyday you get such a wide array of selections in one area, though if I change my mind you will be the first to know.” He said with a slight grin as he finished his mead and places it upon the counter. Having concluded his business he hands his pack over to the innkeeper safe keeping.
Turning from the bar, Kaelyn gets up and looks about the patrons of the inn casually, looking to see if anyone’s eyes linger on him a little to long. Then Heads out the door as the setting sun begins to shrink behind the skyline.
Kaelyn will head off towards the merchant tents to see if any of the wares interest him, favoring jewelcutters and jewelry. If any tents do exist he will look upon the wares and then asking "Good day to you, I was looking for something in a ring, perhaps in silver." he asks curiously, then "Do you ever sell uncut gems?"
Stephanie
Stephanie:
A bit unsure what is going on, Steph just follows the squeaky mouse. She's mildly surprised that they are only using padded armor and little more than training swords, but after a moments thought this isn't supposed to be a life and death struggle. People dying at a festival would probably ruin the mood.
“Seems pretty straight forward”, Stephanie says.
Since she has yet to acquire a room, leaving her gear by the rack seems to be the best alternative. She'll quickly remove the pieces of her armor, revealing her equally miss-matched clothes underneath. The swordswoman rummages through selection of padded armor before settling on one that seems the best for her. After donning it, she'll head to the weapon rack to find a practice sword to her liking. She'll examine the blade to get a better feel for it and swing it about a few times in practice.
Picking up her shield once more, a thought comes to Stephanie. “Excuse me, is the use of shields permitted?” If so, she will use it, if not, it gets sat back on her pile of gear. Eying up her opponent, Stephanie will nod back and does not smile.
“Shall we begin?”
For the start of the match, Steph is content to let her opponent do the engaging. She'll be more defensive, but will certainly strike if the opportunity presents itself. Her opponent is young and confident which might lead him to be careless.
A bit unsure what is going on, Steph just follows the squeaky mouse. She's mildly surprised that they are only using padded armor and little more than training swords, but after a moments thought this isn't supposed to be a life and death struggle. People dying at a festival would probably ruin the mood.
“Seems pretty straight forward”, Stephanie says.
Since she has yet to acquire a room, leaving her gear by the rack seems to be the best alternative. She'll quickly remove the pieces of her armor, revealing her equally miss-matched clothes underneath. The swordswoman rummages through selection of padded armor before settling on one that seems the best for her. After donning it, she'll head to the weapon rack to find a practice sword to her liking. She'll examine the blade to get a better feel for it and swing it about a few times in practice.
Picking up her shield once more, a thought comes to Stephanie. “Excuse me, is the use of shields permitted?” If so, she will use it, if not, it gets sat back on her pile of gear. Eying up her opponent, Stephanie will nod back and does not smile.
“Shall we begin?”
For the start of the match, Steph is content to let her opponent do the engaging. She'll be more defensive, but will certainly strike if the opportunity presents itself. Her opponent is young and confident which might lead him to be careless.
Wielder of Lighting
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Erizhetiana of Lotan -
“A pleasure, my lady,” the innkeeper replies, “although I must apologize if I made myself unclear. This end of the bar is the most private at the moment, but I fear if you step onto my side you will find yourself serving drinks and renting rooms.” That thought seems to amuse him slightly but it quickly vanishes. “Stay on this end and I shall return in a few moments and you can make your inquiries.” With that he’s off to see what the other patrons need.
Erizhi is vexed for a moment at the thought. “Serving drinks and renting rooms? “ Then from somewhere she finds the humor in that absurdity and allows a natural smile to come across her face, stifling a chuckle in the process.
“Very well,” she says with as much patience as she can muster, “I shall wait.” “Again!” she adds only to herself. Still her curiosity has the better of her and now she is committed to seeing if she can learn the answer to her question.
She turns to face the crowd while she waits, absentmindedly playing with her curls. The knight from Immater walks off. He barely nodded in her direction despite her obvious, though subtle flirtation. “He could indeed be trouble,” she thought to herself as she watched him depart the inn.
Moments later, the other dark clad notable man who stood near her was on his way as well. She met his gaze for a moment, until he turned away. As she watched, she got the impression that he was worried about being followed, his nervous glances very subtle and yet obvious to one with keen powers of observation. Maybe this little hovel would prove more interesting that she even dared to hope!
Eventually the barkeep and proprietor returned as he had promised. Erizhi boosted herself deftly onto the bar, her back still to him and leaned backwards so that she could better have his ear. “I am very curious as to the nature of your ‘message’ to me. Was it a separate entity that you somehow empowered? Or did you somehow find time in your busy work to send it yourself? And even more so, how was the use of magicks even detected?” She spoke softly enough that no one else could overhear, but loudly and clearly enough to be understood despite her accent.
She then continued to sit normally, crossing one leg over the other as she anxiously awaited the response and the chance to learn some new magick secret.
“A pleasure, my lady,” the innkeeper replies, “although I must apologize if I made myself unclear. This end of the bar is the most private at the moment, but I fear if you step onto my side you will find yourself serving drinks and renting rooms.” That thought seems to amuse him slightly but it quickly vanishes. “Stay on this end and I shall return in a few moments and you can make your inquiries.” With that he’s off to see what the other patrons need.
Erizhi is vexed for a moment at the thought. “Serving drinks and renting rooms? “ Then from somewhere she finds the humor in that absurdity and allows a natural smile to come across her face, stifling a chuckle in the process.
“Very well,” she says with as much patience as she can muster, “I shall wait.” “Again!” she adds only to herself. Still her curiosity has the better of her and now she is committed to seeing if she can learn the answer to her question.
She turns to face the crowd while she waits, absentmindedly playing with her curls. The knight from Immater walks off. He barely nodded in her direction despite her obvious, though subtle flirtation. “He could indeed be trouble,” she thought to herself as she watched him depart the inn.
Moments later, the other dark clad notable man who stood near her was on his way as well. She met his gaze for a moment, until he turned away. As she watched, she got the impression that he was worried about being followed, his nervous glances very subtle and yet obvious to one with keen powers of observation. Maybe this little hovel would prove more interesting that she even dared to hope!
Eventually the barkeep and proprietor returned as he had promised. Erizhi boosted herself deftly onto the bar, her back still to him and leaned backwards so that she could better have his ear. “I am very curious as to the nature of your ‘message’ to me. Was it a separate entity that you somehow empowered? Or did you somehow find time in your busy work to send it yourself? And even more so, how was the use of magicks even detected?” She spoke softly enough that no one else could overhear, but loudly and clearly enough to be understood despite her accent.
She then continued to sit normally, crossing one leg over the other as she anxiously awaited the response and the chance to learn some new magick secret.
Post Continued
Sir Rovach -
Heading in that direction it’s pretty easy to guess which building the militia man was referring to. There are only a few buildings in this part of the village and only one is anywhere close to the tower. It’s a wooden building and has a side rail to hitch horses to, of which a grey dapple stands tied to it currently. Moving towards the door you pass a window and a quick glance indicates there is someone inside. As you step up to the threshold you hear a deep voice call out, “Come in. It’s open.”
Walking inside you see a man older than the militia man you spoke to. He has a full head of grey hair cut short and a neatly trimmed beard. He is wearing banded mail although his gloves sit on the large table in front of him so that he might write on the parchment before him with more ease. A few other windows allow ample light into this undecorated room. Besides the chair he is in, two others are along one wall and hooks to hang cloaks are on the wall opposite the chairs. A lantern is on the desk but is unlit. One other door is behind where the man sits and is closed.
Seeing you enter, the man looks up from the stack of papers in front of him and sets down his quill. “What can I do for you?” he asks, his deep blue eyes sizing you up quickly.
Aesa -
Kaelyn -
The merchant turns and looks up after grabbing another box from the wagon and setting it upon the large table between the two of you. She is about five and a half feet in height with wavy blond hair pulled back in a leather thong revealing her slightly-pointed ears adorned with gold and green emeralds. Her emerald green eyes smile upon seeing you standing there. She answers you while her long-fingered hands with several gold rings decorating them indicate the boxes in front of her, “I have a lot of rings and a lot of them in silver. Were you looking for anything more? Patterns, gems, intricate, plain? Unfortunately everything has yet to be unpacked but I know where most everything is.”
“As far as uncut gems, I don’t have very much here,” she reveals. “They don’t tend to sell well in small villages like this despite the crowds. Most people want finished work for the quick buy. However, I do have a few with me in case I have to do any special orders while the festival is going on. What were you looking for exactly?”
Stephanie -
Bringing his own guard up for the first time he turns and backs away, catching his breath. Laughter erupts from your right as those who were with him start mocking him and enjoying seeing him lose the first hit. Not falling for their goading your opponent remains focused on you and you see now he doesn’t advance wildly, or at all. Instead he stands there, both hands wrapped around the well-worn hilt of his borrowed blade and settles in to wait.
Erizhetiana -
With that he excuses himself and walks to the other side of the bar where more travelers have arrived, greeting them with a smile and friendly conversation.
“Certainly,” the man says. He looks to be in his 40s but still in good shape, filling out his leather armor without overfilling it. Shifting his spear to his left hand he takes the offered hand for a brisk shake and then turns and points in the direction of the watchtower. “You’ll find the constable in the building across the road from the tower.”Spotting the first local militia he see's, Sir Rovach proceeds to walk towards them. Leaving his helm on, Sir Rovach extends his hand and says "Greetings sir. Would you be able to assist me in telling me where the constable is located?"
Heading in that direction it’s pretty easy to guess which building the militia man was referring to. There are only a few buildings in this part of the village and only one is anywhere close to the tower. It’s a wooden building and has a side rail to hitch horses to, of which a grey dapple stands tied to it currently. Moving towards the door you pass a window and a quick glance indicates there is someone inside. As you step up to the threshold you hear a deep voice call out, “Come in. It’s open.”
Walking inside you see a man older than the militia man you spoke to. He has a full head of grey hair cut short and a neatly trimmed beard. He is wearing banded mail although his gloves sit on the large table in front of him so that he might write on the parchment before him with more ease. A few other windows allow ample light into this undecorated room. Besides the chair he is in, two others are along one wall and hooks to hang cloaks are on the wall opposite the chairs. A lantern is on the desk but is unlit. One other door is behind where the man sits and is closed.
Seeing you enter, the man looks up from the stack of papers in front of him and sets down his quill. “What can I do for you?” he asks, his deep blue eyes sizing you up quickly.
Aesa -
If the man has any issues with the coins he doesn’t mention it and instead slips them into his pouch. He goes over the same instructions he gave the other pair. “Until they’re finished you can watch or wander, but I wouldn’t go too far, these contests can be over fairly quick,” he warns.However she is interested in joining this tournament so she fishes out the five silver from one of her belt pouches. Her coins are from a number of different places but hopefully that doesn't prove to be a problem.
Kaelyn -
“Fair enough my good man,” the innkeeper replies.“I would like it delivered to my room upon my arrival. While I am sure your meals are of the finest quality, I think I may partake in the festival’s carts and wares. It is not everyday you get such a wide array of selections in one area, though if I change my mind you will be the first to know.”
You do find one merchant setting up what looks to be quite a few large boxes with glass lids. Moving closer you see a selection of jewelry in several of these boxes. It looks like many more are still needing to be unpacked. As you glance about and then look to get the merchant’s attention, you are keenly aware of the large man watching you closely with eyes of a deep purple. He is dressed in black leather and a sword secure in its sheath hangs from his hip. His black hair is pulled back from his face and disappears down his back in a braid and his mustache is well-trimmed.Kaelyn will head off towards the merchant tents to see if any of the wares interest him, favoring jewelcutters and jewelry. If any tents do exist he will look upon the wares and then asking "Good day to you, I was looking for something in a ring, perhaps in silver." he asks curiously, then "Do you ever sell uncut gems?"
The merchant turns and looks up after grabbing another box from the wagon and setting it upon the large table between the two of you. She is about five and a half feet in height with wavy blond hair pulled back in a leather thong revealing her slightly-pointed ears adorned with gold and green emeralds. Her emerald green eyes smile upon seeing you standing there. She answers you while her long-fingered hands with several gold rings decorating them indicate the boxes in front of her, “I have a lot of rings and a lot of them in silver. Were you looking for anything more? Patterns, gems, intricate, plain? Unfortunately everything has yet to be unpacked but I know where most everything is.”
“As far as uncut gems, I don’t have very much here,” she reveals. “They don’t tend to sell well in small villages like this despite the crowds. Most people want finished work for the quick buy. However, I do have a few with me in case I have to do any special orders while the festival is going on. What were you looking for exactly?”
Stephanie -
“No, no shields,” the mousy man replies. Settling that, you return yours to where your gear rests.Picking up her shield once more, a thought comes to Stephanie. “Excuse me, is the use of shields permitted?”
The young man moves into the circle and waits for you to enter. After that, he’s done waiting, possessing the impatience of youth. You have to quickly bring up your guard and deflect several wild but quite strong blows. You can tell he’s looking to overbalance you and end this quickly. Recovering fast, you move backwards and allow him to wear himself down. Sidestepping a wild overhand arcing chop you step past him and bring your sword around, the dull blade leading your pivot and slap him between the shoulder blades, leaving a good mark of tar upon his armor.“Shall we begin?”
For the start of the match, Steph is content to let her opponent do the engaging. She'll be more defensive, but will certainly strike if the opportunity presents itself. Her opponent is young and confident which might lead him to be careless.
Bringing his own guard up for the first time he turns and backs away, catching his breath. Laughter erupts from your right as those who were with him start mocking him and enjoying seeing him lose the first hit. Not falling for their goading your opponent remains focused on you and you see now he doesn’t advance wildly, or at all. Instead he stands there, both hands wrapped around the well-worn hilt of his borrowed blade and settles in to wait.
Erizhetiana -
“Ah my lady, it is a story I so rarely get the chance to tell that I will despite that I should keep it a secret,” the innkeeper says, chuckling to himself at his lack of willpower. “Saving you from the boring details, let us just agree that I had in my possession a magical blade and upon my retirement from adventuring felt that such a wondrous item would be ill-used sitting in some old trunk or upon the wall of my room. Therefore I devised an idea to use it within my inn. It took a mage and two dwarves a fortnight to accomplish my wishes. There’s a joke in there somewhere I’m certain, but I’m no bard. Anyways, you received the message because you cast a spell within the inn and I’m in complete awareness that you did.”Eventually the barkeep and proprietor returned as he had promised. Erizhi boosted herself deftly onto the bar, her back still to him and leaned backwards so that she could better have his ear. “I am very curious as to the nature of your ‘message’ to me. Was it a separate entity that you somehow empowered? Or did you somehow find time in your busy work to send it yourself? And even more so, how was the use of magicks even detected?” She spoke softly enough that no one else could overhear, but loudly and clearly enough to be understood despite her accent.
With that he excuses himself and walks to the other side of the bar where more travelers have arrived, greeting them with a smile and friendly conversation.
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Sir Rovach removes his helm and walks towards the older gentleman whom he assumes to be the local constable. He hopes fate has led him true, for his only other option would be to return to the Inn. First bowing and then extending his right hand towards him he says "Greeting my friend. I am Sir Rovach, Paladin of Holy Anu. Defender of the Weak and Champion of Justice. I have gone out into the world to find my place in His will and have recently arrived in your fair town."
Sir Rovach pauses a moment and begins again "I seek a quest that is just & noble, that would test my skills in battle against the forces of evil in this world. I have already seen the "Hero's Board" at the Inn and would humbly ask you Sir if your town has any needs that I may assist with?"
Sir Rovach removes his helm and walks towards the older gentleman whom he assumes to be the local constable. He hopes fate has led him true, for his only other option would be to return to the Inn. First bowing and then extending his right hand towards him he says "Greeting my friend. I am Sir Rovach, Paladin of Holy Anu. Defender of the Weak and Champion of Justice. I have gone out into the world to find my place in His will and have recently arrived in your fair town."
Sir Rovach pauses a moment and begins again "I seek a quest that is just & noble, that would test my skills in battle against the forces of evil in this world. I have already seen the "Hero's Board" at the Inn and would humbly ask you Sir if your town has any needs that I may assist with?"
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Stephanie
Stephanie:
Stephanie isn't surprised by the lads wild charge. After all, she grew up with three brothers and if she learned anything from that, it was how to fight overeager boys. His own impatience leads to several wild swings and when the opening presents itself, Steph makes him pay.
After that first hit, the lad backs off and takes a more defensive stance. Moving closer, Steph will launch several controlled strikes to test his defenses. She'll probe his defenses, looking for an opening to end the bout, without leaving herself open for being struck.
Stephanie isn't surprised by the lads wild charge. After all, she grew up with three brothers and if she learned anything from that, it was how to fight overeager boys. His own impatience leads to several wild swings and when the opening presents itself, Steph makes him pay.
After that first hit, the lad backs off and takes a more defensive stance. Moving closer, Steph will launch several controlled strikes to test his defenses. She'll probe his defenses, looking for an opening to end the bout, without leaving herself open for being struck.
Wielder of Lighting
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Erizhetiana of Lotan -
“Ah my lady, it is a story I so rarely get the chance to tell that I will, despite that I should keep it a secret,” the innkeeper says, chuckling to himself at his lack of willpower. “Saving you from the boring details, let us just agree that I had in my possession a magical blade and upon my retirement from adventuring felt that such a wondrous item would be ill-used sitting in some old trunk or upon the wall of my room. Therefore I devised an idea to use it within my inn. It took a mage and two dwarves a fortnight to accomplish my wishes. There’s a joke in there somewhere I’m certain, but I’m no bard. Anyways, you received the message because you cast a spell within the inn and I’m in complete awareness that you did.”
Erizhi smiles when he admits to a lack of restraint in keeping a secret. The proprietor starts to tell his story, but finishes it quickly without many details.
“Interesting, so the blade was somehow converted,” she asks, leaning in once more, so as not to compromise his secret, “to something else? An active presence? Or was somehow connected directly to the inn rather than to a person?” It was unfortunate that this would not be a secret she could take advantage of learning. It was exciting to discover, but practically unusable to her. Still her curiosity was in full force.
“Ah my lady, it is a story I so rarely get the chance to tell that I will, despite that I should keep it a secret,” the innkeeper says, chuckling to himself at his lack of willpower. “Saving you from the boring details, let us just agree that I had in my possession a magical blade and upon my retirement from adventuring felt that such a wondrous item would be ill-used sitting in some old trunk or upon the wall of my room. Therefore I devised an idea to use it within my inn. It took a mage and two dwarves a fortnight to accomplish my wishes. There’s a joke in there somewhere I’m certain, but I’m no bard. Anyways, you received the message because you cast a spell within the inn and I’m in complete awareness that you did.”
Erizhi smiles when he admits to a lack of restraint in keeping a secret. The proprietor starts to tell his story, but finishes it quickly without many details.
“Interesting, so the blade was somehow converted,” she asks, leaning in once more, so as not to compromise his secret, “to something else? An active presence? Or was somehow connected directly to the inn rather than to a person?” It was unfortunate that this would not be a secret she could take advantage of learning. It was exciting to discover, but practically unusable to her. Still her curiosity was in full force.
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Sir Rovach -
“I am Gorvan, the constable of Dormare,” he adds as he offers you a seat before sitting back down himself and allowing you to continue.
He thinks things over for a few more moments, “The only thing I can say is to continue to watch the board or stop by here during the festival if you are still eager to seek adventure. All of the militia will be tied up with duties in the village for the duration and should anything arise we will be ill-equipped to deal with it. Honestly though, what may come through here might seem dull and far below your skills. I’m surprised you’re not still in the Shining Coast. I’ve heard rumors of pirates and the occasional goblin raid out there.”
Stephanie -
You feel a hard whack on your left thigh as you bring your blade down. He somehow scored a hit in his half-fallen, awkward crouch in the dirt. His victory is short lived though as your blade leaves a telltale mark of tar across his right shoulder, ending the bout.
“Very good, very good,” you hear the mousy voice say from some distance away mixed with the sighs and groans of the vanquished lad’s companions.
Erizhetiana -
While the innkeeper is away dealing with the newest arrivals, you think about it some more. It may not have been what you were originally after but definitely worth noting for you don’t recall ever hearing of such a feat being attempted, let alone successful, before.
Just then another individual bursts through the doors, immediately drawing attention to himself just from the sheer brazenness of his entry. He is dressed in finery that has been outdated for some time but still in good shape and wears several rings of gold, some with gems, on his fingers. His black hair is slicked back and his black mustache waxed. He walks with a slight limp but carries himself well despite it. His amber eyes take in the entire inn seemingly at once and then lock on you on your perch atop the bar.
“Ah my good man,” he calls to the innkeeper, “I see you have finally taken some much offered advice and acquired yourself a lady of the evening. And what a fine evening it is for one! I’ll be taking her right away.”
The innkeeper lowers his head a bit and shakes it before returning his gaze to the boisterous man who clearly he knows, “She’s not mine. She‘s…”
“Ah, a free-spirited one,” the man interrupts, closing the distance to the bar where you are perched. “Very well then, madam, shall we discuss business more privately?”
Unable to remain seated at such a formal display of greeting, the man stands up and takes the offered hand. “Well met, Sir Rovach. A paladin you say? Don’t meet too many of your caliber of training passing through here. I must admit I am not familiar with your deity but you hail from the Shining Coast, am I correct?”First bowing and then extending his right hand towards him he says "Greeting my friend. I am Sir Rovach, Paladin of Holy Anu. Defender of the Weak and Champion of Justice. I have gone out into the world to find my place in His will and have recently arrived in your fair town."
“I am Gorvan, the constable of Dormare,” he adds as he offers you a seat before sitting back down himself and allowing you to continue.
“The Hero’s Board is where such things are posted as they crop up,” Gorvan explains. “A bit unique for the kingdom actually as most of the other towns and villages are further inside the boundaries or have a larger standing military. We have the unique combination of being on the frontier and still quite small of a settlement.”Sir Rovach pauses a moment and begins again "I seek a quest that is just & noble, that would test my skills in battle against the forces of evil in this world. I have already seen the "Hero's Board" at the Inn and would humbly ask you Sir if your town has any needs that I may assist with?"
He thinks things over for a few more moments, “The only thing I can say is to continue to watch the board or stop by here during the festival if you are still eager to seek adventure. All of the militia will be tied up with duties in the village for the duration and should anything arise we will be ill-equipped to deal with it. Honestly though, what may come through here might seem dull and far below your skills. I’m surprised you’re not still in the Shining Coast. I’ve heard rumors of pirates and the occasional goblin raid out there.”
Stephanie -
The lad is prepared for your opening strikes and keeps himself focused. He seems to also be waiting for a good time to let loose, probably not wishing to leave himself open. Long moments pass and suddenly he springs forward with a high swing, then backs away, pivoting and keeping his guard up. Unfortunately he loses his footing and finds himself falling. Sensing the moment to end this is now, you move forward to finish him off.After that first hit, the lad backs off and takes a more defensive stance. Moving closer, Steph will launch several controlled strikes to test his defenses. She'll probe his defenses, looking for an opening to end the bout, without leaving herself open for being struck.
You feel a hard whack on your left thigh as you bring your blade down. He somehow scored a hit in his half-fallen, awkward crouch in the dirt. His victory is short lived though as your blade leaves a telltale mark of tar across his right shoulder, ending the bout.
“Very good, very good,” you hear the mousy voice say from some distance away mixed with the sighs and groans of the vanquished lad’s companions.
Erizhetiana -
“Well it just didn’t seem right to keep such an intelligence cooped up in a blade for all eternity, so its home now is the entire inn and its grounds,” the innkeeper reveals.“Interesting, so the blade was somehow converted,” she asks, leaning in once more, so as not to compromise his secret, “to something else? An active presence? Or was somehow connected directly to the inn rather than to a person?” It was unfortunate that this would not be a secret she could take advantage of learning. It was exciting to discover, but practically unusable to her. Still her curiosity was in full force.
While the innkeeper is away dealing with the newest arrivals, you think about it some more. It may not have been what you were originally after but definitely worth noting for you don’t recall ever hearing of such a feat being attempted, let alone successful, before.
Just then another individual bursts through the doors, immediately drawing attention to himself just from the sheer brazenness of his entry. He is dressed in finery that has been outdated for some time but still in good shape and wears several rings of gold, some with gems, on his fingers. His black hair is slicked back and his black mustache waxed. He walks with a slight limp but carries himself well despite it. His amber eyes take in the entire inn seemingly at once and then lock on you on your perch atop the bar.
“Ah my good man,” he calls to the innkeeper, “I see you have finally taken some much offered advice and acquired yourself a lady of the evening. And what a fine evening it is for one! I’ll be taking her right away.”
The innkeeper lowers his head a bit and shakes it before returning his gaze to the boisterous man who clearly he knows, “She’s not mine. She‘s…”
“Ah, a free-spirited one,” the man interrupts, closing the distance to the bar where you are perched. “Very well then, madam, shall we discuss business more privately?”
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
"Aye, there are opportunities back home for me," Sir Rovach replies in regards to Gorvan's comment about pirates & goblin raiders. "But there are also plenty of Knights there as well. No, my purpose for now is out into the world. Too long my people have looked inward. It is time we became a part of this world, instead of standing apart from it. Even if it's only I by myself."
Sir Rovach stands and offers his hand again to Gorvan "You are a good man and I thank you for your assistance. I hope one day I may return the kindness & honor you have shown me. I will return to the inn and check on the "Hero's" board. If you have need of assistance I will be found there for a time. May Anu be with you in your guardianship of these good people."
Sir Rovach replaces his helm and exits the watch tower. "It seems like the inn is where I will find my purpose here in this village," he thinks to himself "So be it". With determination in his stride Sir Rovach proceeds back to the inn which (if he arrives without interruption) he plans on going back to the bar to arrange lodgings for the night and check on the "Hero's board" one last time for the evening.
"Aye, there are opportunities back home for me," Sir Rovach replies in regards to Gorvan's comment about pirates & goblin raiders. "But there are also plenty of Knights there as well. No, my purpose for now is out into the world. Too long my people have looked inward. It is time we became a part of this world, instead of standing apart from it. Even if it's only I by myself."
Sir Rovach stands and offers his hand again to Gorvan "You are a good man and I thank you for your assistance. I hope one day I may return the kindness & honor you have shown me. I will return to the inn and check on the "Hero's" board. If you have need of assistance I will be found there for a time. May Anu be with you in your guardianship of these good people."
Sir Rovach replaces his helm and exits the watch tower. "It seems like the inn is where I will find my purpose here in this village," he thinks to himself "So be it". With determination in his stride Sir Rovach proceeds back to the inn which (if he arrives without interruption) he plans on going back to the bar to arrange lodgings for the night and check on the "Hero's board" one last time for the evening.
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
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Aesa:
The bout between the tall woman and the young squire ends with her being victorious. It would do me well to not underestimate these southern people, she thinks to herself, especially her. Having removed most of her leather armor revealing little beneath except her pale skin, Aesa finds a suit of padded armor that will fit well enough. She is unable to find a sword as broad in the blade as her own but chooses one that nearly matches the weight she is familiar with.
As she waits to be matched up, she attempts to get the fellow warrior woman's attention and, if successful, offers a nod of respect and unspoken congratulations in the victory.
The bout between the tall woman and the young squire ends with her being victorious. It would do me well to not underestimate these southern people, she thinks to herself, especially her. Having removed most of her leather armor revealing little beneath except her pale skin, Aesa finds a suit of padded armor that will fit well enough. She is unable to find a sword as broad in the blade as her own but chooses one that nearly matches the weight she is familiar with.
As she waits to be matched up, she attempts to get the fellow warrior woman's attention and, if successful, offers a nod of respect and unspoken congratulations in the victory.
That which must be done will be done.
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Erizhetiana of Lotan -
“Well it just didn’t seem right to keep such an intelligence cooped up in a blade for all eternity, so its home now is the entire inn and its grounds,” the innkeeper reveals.
“A noble gesture,” she responds with a smile, as the innkeeper once more is off to dealing with the many customers tonight.
Erizhi intends to record this in her notes to be certain. Perhaps it is not something that can be used practically, but it may be a magickal task never completed before. She had certainly never heard of such an undertaking.
Just as she was about to slip down from her perch, record these interesting notes and await her recently ordered dinner, a strutting peacock of a man enters the bar. Had his brazen look not locked onto her, she would have paid him no heed.
“Ah my good man,” he calls to the innkeeper, “I see you have finally taken some much offered advice and acquired yourself a lady of the evening. And what a fine evening it is for one! I’ll be taking her right away.”Erizhi raised an eyebrow at the fop’s errant explanation and any trace of a smile that might have remained on her face was gone. She looked over to the innkeeper, but he did not make eye contact. He lowered his head, slightly embarrassed. Hard to believe that they were friends or at least close acquaintances, as was obviously the case. She rather hoped it was a foolish relative instead.
“Ah, a free-spirited one,” the man interrupts, closing the distance to the bar where you are perched. “Very well then, madam, shall we discuss business more privately?”She met his gaze directly and held her position. To fidget now or take her leave would be akin to accepting even the slightest amount of his embarrassing assertion. And that would not be acceptable! She raised her chin and looked down her nose at him. “I do not believe that there is any level of business that you might have that would interest me. Foolish man, I am afraid that your blatant misperception must leave you rather embarrassed. The art and nature of love should never be discussed like the sordid dealings of a moneychanger.” She tilted her head to one side and looked him up and down again, not able to conceal her lack of respect. “Of course, dressed as you are, perhaps that is the only sort of woman you can attract? That or some poor bar wench. And no disrespect meant to the hard-working girls of this establishment.”
Having said her piece, she slipped down from the bar and stepped back to her chair and took a seat, returning her feet to their place on the satin pillow and settling back in to her previous routine.
“Well it just didn’t seem right to keep such an intelligence cooped up in a blade for all eternity, so its home now is the entire inn and its grounds,” the innkeeper reveals.
“A noble gesture,” she responds with a smile, as the innkeeper once more is off to dealing with the many customers tonight.
Erizhi intends to record this in her notes to be certain. Perhaps it is not something that can be used practically, but it may be a magickal task never completed before. She had certainly never heard of such an undertaking.
Just as she was about to slip down from her perch, record these interesting notes and await her recently ordered dinner, a strutting peacock of a man enters the bar. Had his brazen look not locked onto her, she would have paid him no heed.
“Ah my good man,” he calls to the innkeeper, “I see you have finally taken some much offered advice and acquired yourself a lady of the evening. And what a fine evening it is for one! I’ll be taking her right away.”Erizhi raised an eyebrow at the fop’s errant explanation and any trace of a smile that might have remained on her face was gone. She looked over to the innkeeper, but he did not make eye contact. He lowered his head, slightly embarrassed. Hard to believe that they were friends or at least close acquaintances, as was obviously the case. She rather hoped it was a foolish relative instead.
“Ah, a free-spirited one,” the man interrupts, closing the distance to the bar where you are perched. “Very well then, madam, shall we discuss business more privately?”She met his gaze directly and held her position. To fidget now or take her leave would be akin to accepting even the slightest amount of his embarrassing assertion. And that would not be acceptable! She raised her chin and looked down her nose at him. “I do not believe that there is any level of business that you might have that would interest me. Foolish man, I am afraid that your blatant misperception must leave you rather embarrassed. The art and nature of love should never be discussed like the sordid dealings of a moneychanger.” She tilted her head to one side and looked him up and down again, not able to conceal her lack of respect. “Of course, dressed as you are, perhaps that is the only sort of woman you can attract? That or some poor bar wench. And no disrespect meant to the hard-working girls of this establishment.”
Having said her piece, she slipped down from the bar and stepped back to her chair and took a seat, returning her feet to their place on the satin pillow and settling back in to her previous routine.
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Kaelyn
Walking through the merchants, Kaelyn's eyes dart this way and that, taking his surroundings in. Many of the merchants' wares are interesting, though none seemed to strike his interest in order to stop and look. Finally glass boxes catch his eye and he glances closer, seeing that they hold jewelry. Intricate gold and silver intertwined and jeweled catches his eyes, and he smiles to himself admiring the craftsmanship. As he looks up to find the vendor, Kaelyn’s cold blue eyes glance upon a dark garbed figure who is intent upon his dealings.
“They have found me already?” he thought to himself as he glances over the figure. He notes the dark leather armor and the sword hanging from his hip. Making a mental note of which side the man’s sword is on, he casually looks up and meets the man’s purple eyes and gives him a slight nod. “The only question: is he alone, or does he have a partner?” he asked himself as the merchant broke him from his private reprieve.
“I never was one to wear many gems, I would rather like to see what interwoven rings you may have. The artwork and craftsmanship of said rings have always intrigued me,” he said evenly with a smile upon his face.
“Well ,my dear Lady,” looking up at the emerald eyes meeting his own, “I have dabbled in gem cutting for a time. My mother taught the craft at an early age, you see I. I was wondering if you had any of the less desirable and inexpensive gems that a novice may be able to purchase to practice their trade?”
While speaking to the half elf, Kaelyn will be mindful of his surroundings taking in possible well crowded areas to disappear into, perhaps others who may be watching him, and seeing if the purple-eyed man remains complacent watching him, or attempts to mark him as a target.
Walking through the merchants, Kaelyn's eyes dart this way and that, taking his surroundings in. Many of the merchants' wares are interesting, though none seemed to strike his interest in order to stop and look. Finally glass boxes catch his eye and he glances closer, seeing that they hold jewelry. Intricate gold and silver intertwined and jeweled catches his eyes, and he smiles to himself admiring the craftsmanship. As he looks up to find the vendor, Kaelyn’s cold blue eyes glance upon a dark garbed figure who is intent upon his dealings.
“They have found me already?” he thought to himself as he glances over the figure. He notes the dark leather armor and the sword hanging from his hip. Making a mental note of which side the man’s sword is on, he casually looks up and meets the man’s purple eyes and gives him a slight nod. “The only question: is he alone, or does he have a partner?” he asked himself as the merchant broke him from his private reprieve.
“I never was one to wear many gems, I would rather like to see what interwoven rings you may have. The artwork and craftsmanship of said rings have always intrigued me,” he said evenly with a smile upon his face.
“Well ,my dear Lady,” looking up at the emerald eyes meeting his own, “I have dabbled in gem cutting for a time. My mother taught the craft at an early age, you see I. I was wondering if you had any of the less desirable and inexpensive gems that a novice may be able to purchase to practice their trade?”
While speaking to the half elf, Kaelyn will be mindful of his surroundings taking in possible well crowded areas to disappear into, perhaps others who may be watching him, and seeing if the purple-eyed man remains complacent watching him, or attempts to mark him as a target.
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Sir Rovach - The initial meeting with the constable has been going rather well even if the hopeful outcome has yet to bear fruit.
As you leave, thinking of returning to the inn for at least this night, you pass a woman huddling herself tightly in a frayed and worn shawl. She glances at you with a bit of trepidation and you see weariness mixed in those brown eyes. Her clothing reminds you of some of the farmers that you encountered across this kingdom as you made your way east. Whatever she might have thought she saw in you she has apparently dismissed and continues her hurried path towards the constable’s office.
Aesa - As the other pair of combatants leave the circle the mousy man calls out to you and your presumed opponent. You see another young lad, however he is not clad in the accessories of a squire. Instead he looks like a bean pole for as tall and skinny as he is. His suit of padded armor is loose fitting even though the buckles appear completely cinched-down. He was standing alone on the far side of the others and quite mistakenly taken for a mere spectator. He carries a long narrow blade and shuffles up to the mousy man awaiting any further words. The lad does not attempt to make any eye contact and also seems like he will be keeping his tongue firmly in his mouth.
Erizhetiana - The information about the enchanted “warden” of the inn has proven quite interesting, but not so much with the innkeeper’s presumed acquaintances.
“Rollester,” the innkeeper interrupts. “Was there something more substantial that brought you here directly tonight besides blathering on to my valued customers?”
Seemingly the interruption was all that was needed to divert the man‘s infatuation, although Rollester’s voice carries well enough that most of the conversation can still be heard even at your semi-private seat. “Aye there is,” Rollester replies. “I need a drink from the road. What a motley, brooding collection of people traveling here this day.”
“Many of whom are my patrons,” the innkeeper responds none too kindly.
“Bah!” Rollester says dismissively, “They don’t have an ounce of magic talent between the lot of them. I’m here not for the farmers and hawking merchants, but for those who posses untapped talent so that I may recruit them to the guild.”
“Press them into service you mean,” the innkeeper retorts. Roaring laughter erupts from Rollester but he doesn’t openly deny it. Instead it seems his attentions turn to a serving wench who had inadvertently drifted too close to the bar.
Kaelyn - You have found one notable merchant dealing in gems and jewelry who looks to have a lot more wares left to unpack.
“It’s an admirable quality to look past one’s upbringing and see the world at large with one’s own eyes,” Gorvan replies. “As is finding the way through the world on your own. I wish you best of luck with both ventures.”"Aye, there are opportunities back home for me," Sir Rovach replies in regards to Gorvan's comment about pirates & goblin raiders. "But there are also plenty of Knights there as well. No, my purpose for now is out into the world. Too long my people have looked inward. It is time we became a part of this world, instead of standing apart from it. Even if it's only I by myself."
“I will keep that in mind, Sir Rovach,” Gorvan replies, shaking your hand firmly. “I must admit I hope something comes along that keeps you with us a while longer,” he adds with a genuine smile. “It would be good to have your sword arm and strength of character amongst our small village for a time.”Sir Rovach stands and offers his hand again to Gorvan "You are a good man and I thank you for your assistance. I hope one day I may return the kindness & honor you have shown me. I will return to the inn and check on the "Hero's" board. If you have need of assistance I will be found there for a time. May Anu be with you in your guardianship of these good people."
As you leave, thinking of returning to the inn for at least this night, you pass a woman huddling herself tightly in a frayed and worn shawl. She glances at you with a bit of trepidation and you see weariness mixed in those brown eyes. Her clothing reminds you of some of the farmers that you encountered across this kingdom as you made your way east. Whatever she might have thought she saw in you she has apparently dismissed and continues her hurried path towards the constable’s office.
Aesa - As the other pair of combatants leave the circle the mousy man calls out to you and your presumed opponent. You see another young lad, however he is not clad in the accessories of a squire. Instead he looks like a bean pole for as tall and skinny as he is. His suit of padded armor is loose fitting even though the buckles appear completely cinched-down. He was standing alone on the far side of the others and quite mistakenly taken for a mere spectator. He carries a long narrow blade and shuffles up to the mousy man awaiting any further words. The lad does not attempt to make any eye contact and also seems like he will be keeping his tongue firmly in his mouth.
Erizhetiana - The information about the enchanted “warden” of the inn has proven quite interesting, but not so much with the innkeeper’s presumed acquaintances.
“My, a feisty one indeed!” the man replies as you slip down from the bar. If you dared to look back you might see that the man’s eyes gleamed all the more brighter and his tongue licked his lips. “Love? Surely I could find love for one night, although what I pursue is a fair more baser emo…”She met his gaze directly and held her position. To fidget now or take her leave would be akin to accepting even the slightest amount of his embarrassing assertion. And that would not be acceptable! She raised her chin and looked down her nose at him. “I do not believe that there is any level of business that you might have that would interest me. Foolish man, I am afraid that your blatant misperception must leave you rather embarrassed. The art and nature of love should never be discussed like the sordid dealings of a moneychanger.” She tilted her head to one side and looked him up and down again, not able to conceal her lack of respect. “Of course, dressed as you are, perhaps that is the only sort of woman you can attract? That or some poor bar wench. And no disrespect meant to the hard-working girls of this establishment.”
“Rollester,” the innkeeper interrupts. “Was there something more substantial that brought you here directly tonight besides blathering on to my valued customers?”
Seemingly the interruption was all that was needed to divert the man‘s infatuation, although Rollester’s voice carries well enough that most of the conversation can still be heard even at your semi-private seat. “Aye there is,” Rollester replies. “I need a drink from the road. What a motley, brooding collection of people traveling here this day.”
“Many of whom are my patrons,” the innkeeper responds none too kindly.
“Bah!” Rollester says dismissively, “They don’t have an ounce of magic talent between the lot of them. I’m here not for the farmers and hawking merchants, but for those who posses untapped talent so that I may recruit them to the guild.”
“Press them into service you mean,” the innkeeper retorts. Roaring laughter erupts from Rollester but he doesn’t openly deny it. Instead it seems his attentions turn to a serving wench who had inadvertently drifted too close to the bar.
Kaelyn - You have found one notable merchant dealing in gems and jewelry who looks to have a lot more wares left to unpack.
The man’s sword is on his left hip. He doesn’t respond to your nod and instead keeps his gaze on you until the merchant acknowledges your presence. You realize now that it is not some individual seeking you specifically but rather a guard in the employ of the merchant. Once you engage in conversation, he steps back and scans the others passing by but his gaze never leaves you alone for long.“They have found me already?” he thought to himself as he glances over the figure. He notes the dark leather armor and the sword hanging from his hip. Making a mental note of which side the man’s sword is on, He casually looks up and meets the man’s purple eyes and gives him a slight nod. “The only question is he alone, or does he have a partner?” he asked himself as the merchant broke him from his private reprive.
She smiles pleasantly at you and then retrieves one box in particular. “These here come from Rhidelmark and are among the highest craftsmanship,” she explains. All of them are interwoven or interlocking rings of silver. “I was lucky enough to apprentice under one of their finest jewelers. Those few are the ones I attempted,” she adds, pointing to a separate row of rings in the same box that while look similar are strikingly different in the finer details. There seems to be the influence of something else in them - elven perhaps? - that make them truly unique to the others.“I never was one to wear many gems, I would rather like to see what interwoven rings you may have. The artwork and craftsmanship of said rings have always intrigued me.” He said evenly with a smile upon his face.
“I see,” she says smiling once more. “I have some uncut agate, malachite and azurite that I would be willing to part with for a reasonable price. Is it something you wish to pursue more thoroughly or just a diversion?” she inquires.“Well my dear Lady,” looking up at the emerald eyes meeting his own, “I have dabbled in gem cutting for a time, My mother taught the craft at an early age, you see I. I was wondering if you had any of the less desirable and inexpensive gems that a novice maybe able to purchase to practice their trade?”
No others seem to take notice of you more than to make sure they don’t bump into you while navigating the busy market area. The merchant’s guard keeps his interest in you and you feel that this will be the case for as long as you are conducting business with his employer.While speaking to the half elf, Kaelyn will be mindful of his surroundings taking in possible well crowded areas to disappear in, perhaps others who maybe watching him, and seeing if the purple eyed man remains complacent watching him, or attempts to mark him as a target.
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Stephanie:
Stephanie is surprised with her opponent makes like he's going to attack, but backs off instead, stumbling in the process. Lunging forward to take the opening, she feels the impact on her leg and then realizes that he might have planned all of that. But no matter, as she lands her own strike a moment later settling the issue.
“Well fought”, she says to her prone opponent, offering her hand to help the squire back to his feet.
She hears the mousy sounding organizer in the background. Steph will approach him once more. “What time should I return to tomorrow for my next battle?”
As she's gathering her gear and preparing to depart the tourney grounds, Steph notices a blonde haired woman getting ready for her own match close boy. The woman is nearly as tall as she is and when their eyes meet, the woman nods in congratulations of the victory. Gear in hand, Stephanie nods in return and will pass close to the unknown woman.
“Good luck”, Steph says as she passes.
Nearing the edge of the battle area, Steph pauses and decides to stay and watch the blonde haired woman's match. For some reason she seems to remind the swordswoman of herself and she can't help if her skill with the blade is just as good. Getting a hot meal and room for the night and wait a little while longer.
Stephanie is surprised with her opponent makes like he's going to attack, but backs off instead, stumbling in the process. Lunging forward to take the opening, she feels the impact on her leg and then realizes that he might have planned all of that. But no matter, as she lands her own strike a moment later settling the issue.
“Well fought”, she says to her prone opponent, offering her hand to help the squire back to his feet.
She hears the mousy sounding organizer in the background. Steph will approach him once more. “What time should I return to tomorrow for my next battle?”
As she's gathering her gear and preparing to depart the tourney grounds, Steph notices a blonde haired woman getting ready for her own match close boy. The woman is nearly as tall as she is and when their eyes meet, the woman nods in congratulations of the victory. Gear in hand, Stephanie nods in return and will pass close to the unknown woman.
“Good luck”, Steph says as she passes.
Nearing the edge of the battle area, Steph pauses and decides to stay and watch the blonde haired woman's match. For some reason she seems to remind the swordswoman of herself and she can't help if her skill with the blade is just as good. Getting a hot meal and room for the night and wait a little while longer.
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Sir Rovach
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Sir Rovach leaves the constables office and proceeds at a brisk pace back to the inn. Lodgings for the night still have to be made, and if he is to find his course of action then that seems to be the place.
Rovach dismisses such thoughts. He saw in her eyes the look of a woman who needs help of some kind. He perceived that she looked to him for that help. Quite possibly she may have been intimidated by the figure he strikes to others, or she may be embarressed or ashamed to ask for help from outsiders. But for him not to make an effort to at least inquire if he may be of some help to her would be beneath him, would be an action unworthy of a Paladin of Anu, and would dishonor his oath to his Lord. And to The Pit with pride or feeling foolish if an innocent is in need of his assistance!
Turning around, Sir Rovach begins to follow the woman back to the constables office to see if he may be of assistance to the poor lady in need...
Sir Rovach leaves the constables office and proceeds at a brisk pace back to the inn. Lodgings for the night still have to be made, and if he is to find his course of action then that seems to be the place.
Sir Rovach pauses to watch the woman as she passes him and continues on. There was something in her look that bothered him. Hope? Fear? Or both? But, if she is on her way to the constables office, Gorvan will know what to do; either he can handle it or he knows to ask for help. "You told him you could be found in the inn if he ever needed you" Sir Rovach says to himself. Besides, would it be proper to go following this woman in to the constables office like some overeager young knight on his first quest? What if her issue doesn't concern you?As you leave, thinking of returning to the inn for at least this night, you pass a woman huddling herself tightly in a frayed and worn shawl. She glances at you with a bit of trepidation and you see weariness mixed in those brown eyes. Her clothing reminds you of some of the farmers that you encountered across this kingdom as you made your way east. Whatever she might have thought she saw in you she has apparently dismissed and continues her hurried path towards the constable’s office.
Rovach dismisses such thoughts. He saw in her eyes the look of a woman who needs help of some kind. He perceived that she looked to him for that help. Quite possibly she may have been intimidated by the figure he strikes to others, or she may be embarressed or ashamed to ask for help from outsiders. But for him not to make an effort to at least inquire if he may be of some help to her would be beneath him, would be an action unworthy of a Paladin of Anu, and would dishonor his oath to his Lord. And to The Pit with pride or feeling foolish if an innocent is in need of his assistance!
Turning around, Sir Rovach begins to follow the woman back to the constables office to see if he may be of assistance to the poor lady in need...
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Aesa:
"Thank you," Aesa says with a thin smile to the fellow warrior woman. A definite accent is noticeable even on the simple words. She then turns her attention to her opponent as she steps into the circle. He is thin but she doubts he is frail. She's guessing his sword will be used with speed and takes her own blade in a loose, two-handed grasp with the hopes that she can make it dance to deflect his blows until she sees an opening.As she's gathering her gear and preparing to depart the tourney grounds, Steph notices a blonde haired woman getting ready for her own match close boy. The woman is nearly as tall as she is and when their eyes meet, the woman nods in congratulations of the victory. Gear in hand, Stephanie nods in return and will pass close to the unknown woman.
“Good luck”, Steph says as she passes.
That which must be done will be done.
Post Continued
Stephanie - Not sure how, the squire managed to land a blow but the match is decided by your final hit. You offer aid to the young squire in getting up off the dirt.
After exchanging brief words with the other woman you hear a clapping. Looking around, you spot the Malanders, an older farming couple that you helped last season with a few menial tasks. You figure they are here for the festival and maybe to sell some crops. Mrs. Malanders is the one clapping and her typically stern-faced husband nods approvingly at your victory.
Sir Rovach - You were preparing to just return to the inn but your thoughts were interrupted by a seemingly troubled woman who at first thought you might have been someone else possibly. Uncertain for a moment, you then pointedly decide what to do.
“It could just be that he and his family were on their way here and you missed them,” you hear Gorvan offering another possibility to whatever dilemma the woman has brought him.
“No, no, nothing like that,” she refutes, her voice a bit shaky. “His livestock was wandering. They don’t let their livestock wander without one of them tending, even if it’s just Jacen. And it was dark there. I mean eerily dark for that hour of the morning.”
“Well you said yourself you left before dawn,” the constable attempts.
“Yes, but we’re farmers,” she says pointedly. “We’re up well before dawn with the lanterns lit and maybe a fire going, feeding livestock and getting our day underway. If he was coming here, even alone, he would have had his oxen team hitched up and ready by then.”
“True enough,” Gorvan admits. “Very well, I shall see what can be done,” and with that he grabs a sheet of parchment and begins writing, all the while the older woman hovers, wringing her hands.
Aesa -
Dancing back, he pauses for a moment to regard you, no trace of emotion of any sort upon his face even when seeing his scored hit. He seems free of all other distractions and completely focused on the task at hand.
“Um, thanks,” he mumbles as he accepts the help up. Once standing again, he straightens himself and finds his voice. “You were really good. Much better than I thought you would be actually. A disappointment for me but I think I learned something anyway.” With that he trots off to the ribbing and chiding he will undoubtedly get from his companions, seemingly wanting to get that over with quickly and move on.“Well fought”, she says to her prone opponent, offering her hand to help the squire back to his feet.
“Anytime after dawn,” he squeaks. “Three bouts per day until we run out of contestants. I’ll have runners tomorrow should you want to explore the festival or market while waiting for a bout. They can find you and let you know when it’s getting close.”She hears the mousy sounding organizer in the background. Steph will approach him once more. “What time should I return to tomorrow for my next battle?”
After exchanging brief words with the other woman you hear a clapping. Looking around, you spot the Malanders, an older farming couple that you helped last season with a few menial tasks. You figure they are here for the festival and maybe to sell some crops. Mrs. Malanders is the one clapping and her typically stern-faced husband nods approvingly at your victory.
Sir Rovach - You were preparing to just return to the inn but your thoughts were interrupted by a seemingly troubled woman who at first thought you might have been someone else possibly. Uncertain for a moment, you then pointedly decide what to do.
Since you hadn’t gotten too far from the constable’s office, the woman has already reached it by the time your decision to follow is made. It is apparent that she knew where she was going and you can only surmise she is from the area. That line of reasoning is further vindicated upon you returning to the office and catching part of the conversation.Turning around, Sir Rovach begins to follow the woman back to the constables office to see if he may be of assistance to the poor lady in need...
“It could just be that he and his family were on their way here and you missed them,” you hear Gorvan offering another possibility to whatever dilemma the woman has brought him.
“No, no, nothing like that,” she refutes, her voice a bit shaky. “His livestock was wandering. They don’t let their livestock wander without one of them tending, even if it’s just Jacen. And it was dark there. I mean eerily dark for that hour of the morning.”
“Well you said yourself you left before dawn,” the constable attempts.
“Yes, but we’re farmers,” she says pointedly. “We’re up well before dawn with the lanterns lit and maybe a fire going, feeding livestock and getting our day underway. If he was coming here, even alone, he would have had his oxen team hitched up and ready by then.”
“True enough,” Gorvan admits. “Very well, I shall see what can be done,” and with that he grabs a sheet of parchment and begins writing, all the while the older woman hovers, wringing her hands.
Aesa -
Once the bout begins, you see just how fast this boy is. He steps in close, trying for a few quick jabs which you barely block, your sword swinging like a crazed pendulum, more of raw instinct than skill at this point, to ward off his probing. He takes a couple dance-like steps backwards and then dashes forward, spinning the blade in a tight circle up near your throat. You go for the block and he dips the blade just below your guard scoring a hit over your left breast where the heart resides.She then turns her attention to her opponent as she steps into the circle. He is thin but she doubts he is frail. She's guessing his sword will be used with speed and takes her own blade in a loose, two-handed grasp with the hopes that she can make it dance to deflect his blows until she sees an opening.
Dancing back, he pauses for a moment to regard you, no trace of emotion of any sort upon his face even when seeing his scored hit. He seems free of all other distractions and completely focused on the task at hand.
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Sir Rovach
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Re: New Kingdoms #1
Sir Rovach
Ten year old Rovach is sitting on the bench, catching his breath and chastising himself for missing to parry that last strike in the practice circle. Old Sir Atohmos, having already placed his practice blade away, comes over to Rovach and sits down next to him. He's an old man who's face and body have seen many seasons. The scars, those visable and not covered by armor, show the many battles he has been a part of. The eyes....the eyes at times show the many friends he's known and won't see again until he takes his final rest.
Sir Atohmos sees the look of fustration on the boy's face as the boy holds his head in his hands. "What troubles you lad?" Sir Atohmos asks Rovach the boy. "T'was a good bout and your arm grows stronger with each day."
"But I STILL can't block the reverse swing of yours!" says Rovach "I've tried everything trick I've read. I've studied all the books the library has on defensive swordfighting and...."
Sir Atohmos holds up his hand and interrupts him "That's your problem lad." he tells Rovach "Some answers will not be found in books, but in your heart."
Sir Atohmos pauses a second to ensure the boy is listening & then continues his lesson, which may not just be about swordfighting "You'll have to make many decisions in life lad. We have the Law given to us by our Lord, the most important law we have because it is given to us & followed by us out of love. We also have the laws of the kingdom. We have the standards our order must follow. We have the tenents of honor we follow as befits us. And we have those expectations our peers expect from us. But what do we do, as Holy Warriors of our Lord Anu, when we come across a situation that doesn't fit neatly into any of those laws & rules?"
"I don't know." replies the boy "I guess I could ask the Canon if.."
"You listen to what your heart tells you lad." says Sir Atohmos "And nothing more. As we serve out of love for Anu, so does he return that love. And that love is found within our heart. And that is where the answers you need will truely be found. That is where He speaks to you".
"So boy, what does your heart tell you about how to block my strike?"
Sir Rovach walks back into the constables office softly, not in an effort to sneak but so he doesn't startle the older woman upon his entrance. He holds up his hand to Gorvan and nods, then walks towards the older woman.
Facing the woman he takes one of her hands in in both of his, holding it gently and looking her straight in the eyes. "My dear Lady. I was just leaving here when I passed you on the road. Though you spoke not a word to me, the look in your eyes spoke to my heart and told me that you needed assistance. Tell me what troubles you good woman and hold nothing back. And I give you my Oath that if it is within my power to help you, I will."
Ten year old Rovach is sitting on the bench, catching his breath and chastising himself for missing to parry that last strike in the practice circle. Old Sir Atohmos, having already placed his practice blade away, comes over to Rovach and sits down next to him. He's an old man who's face and body have seen many seasons. The scars, those visable and not covered by armor, show the many battles he has been a part of. The eyes....the eyes at times show the many friends he's known and won't see again until he takes his final rest.
Sir Atohmos sees the look of fustration on the boy's face as the boy holds his head in his hands. "What troubles you lad?" Sir Atohmos asks Rovach the boy. "T'was a good bout and your arm grows stronger with each day."
"But I STILL can't block the reverse swing of yours!" says Rovach "I've tried everything trick I've read. I've studied all the books the library has on defensive swordfighting and...."
Sir Atohmos holds up his hand and interrupts him "That's your problem lad." he tells Rovach "Some answers will not be found in books, but in your heart."
Sir Atohmos pauses a second to ensure the boy is listening & then continues his lesson, which may not just be about swordfighting "You'll have to make many decisions in life lad. We have the Law given to us by our Lord, the most important law we have because it is given to us & followed by us out of love. We also have the laws of the kingdom. We have the standards our order must follow. We have the tenents of honor we follow as befits us. And we have those expectations our peers expect from us. But what do we do, as Holy Warriors of our Lord Anu, when we come across a situation that doesn't fit neatly into any of those laws & rules?"
"I don't know." replies the boy "I guess I could ask the Canon if.."
"You listen to what your heart tells you lad." says Sir Atohmos "And nothing more. As we serve out of love for Anu, so does he return that love. And that love is found within our heart. And that is where the answers you need will truely be found. That is where He speaks to you".
"So boy, what does your heart tell you about how to block my strike?"
Sir Rovach walks back into the constables office softly, not in an effort to sneak but so he doesn't startle the older woman upon his entrance. He holds up his hand to Gorvan and nods, then walks towards the older woman.
Facing the woman he takes one of her hands in in both of his, holding it gently and looking her straight in the eyes. "My dear Lady. I was just leaving here when I passed you on the road. Though you spoke not a word to me, the look in your eyes spoke to my heart and told me that you needed assistance. Tell me what troubles you good woman and hold nothing back. And I give you my Oath that if it is within my power to help you, I will."
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Aesa:
By the Thanes! This boy is quick, Aesa thinks to herself as she looks where he scored the hit upon her breast, There is no way I can keep on the defensive against him so it's time to change tactics. Knowing she isn't fast enough to block all his quick thrusts, she will instead press the attack. With a low growl, she will swing her heavier sword with both hands expecting him to block, but she puts extra power behind the swings to wear him down or, even better, drop his blade altogether. If he tries to dance away she will follow and not give him room to do the quick forward thrusts he seems to favor. It will tire her quickly too she has no doubt, so she has to end this fast.Once the bout begins, you see just how fast this boy is. He steps in close, trying for a few quick jabs which you barely block, your sword swinging like a crazed pendulum, more of raw instinct than skill at this point, to ward off his probing. He takes a couple dance-like steps backwards and then dashes forward, spinning the blade in a tight circle up near your throat. You go for the block and he dips the blade just below your guard scoring a hit over your left breast where the heart resides.
That which must be done will be done.
Re: New Kingdoms #1
Kaelyn
He runs his fingers over the box top gazing at the rings of the Rhidelmark, appreciating the detail and craftsmanship, “They are all fine pieces.” He says with a grin, “ though his eyes are drawn more to the elfin etched rings. Pointing to one ring in particular it looked as though limbs of trees and leaves had been interwoven upon the ring. “How much are you asking for this one?” he asked tapping on the glass above it. Appraising it’s worth as he does so.
“A diversion?” He asks shock apparent in his voice, “You wound me so. I am tempted to bring my business elsewhere. Seeing as you are the only vendor of your kind I do not have much choice.” He said looking taken aback.
“I would be interested in pursuing it, as long as the prices were reasonable, given it is a raw product.” He said calmly. “Perhaps we can still do business, The ring in question and a few of your agate or malachite” He will attempt to appraise the value of the ring and the gems and haggle with the half elf.
Casting his gaze over the man looking at him, Kaelyn is a bit unnerved but attempts not to show it much, within a few moments he realizes that this man is right handed which he makes a mental note of if he attempts to try anything. But within a few moments he is put at ease as he realizes that this man is a guard as he casually looks about the crowd then himself. “What a fool I am.” He thinks to himself. All this gold, silver and gems would attract any thief like a fly to honey.The man’s sword is on his left hip. He doesn’t respond to your nod and instead keeps his gaze on you until the merchant acknowledges your presence. You realize now that it is not some individual seeking you specifically but rather a guard in the employ of the merchant. Once you engage in conversation, he steps back and scans the others passing by but his gaze never leaves you alone for long.
He runs his fingers over the box top gazing at the rings of the Rhidelmark, appreciating the detail and craftsmanship, “They are all fine pieces.” He says with a grin, “ though his eyes are drawn more to the elfin etched rings. Pointing to one ring in particular it looked as though limbs of trees and leaves had been interwoven upon the ring. “How much are you asking for this one?” he asked tapping on the glass above it. Appraising it’s worth as he does so.
“A diversion?” He asks shock apparent in his voice, “You wound me so. I am tempted to bring my business elsewhere. Seeing as you are the only vendor of your kind I do not have much choice.” He said looking taken aback.
“I would be interested in pursuing it, as long as the prices were reasonable, given it is a raw product.” He said calmly. “Perhaps we can still do business, The ring in question and a few of your agate or malachite” He will attempt to appraise the value of the ring and the gems and haggle with the half elf.
Post Continued
Sir Rovach -
Gorvan nods upon seeing you re-enter, his face serious. He returns to his writing as you direct your attention to the older woman. She flinches just a bit as she is so focused upon the constable she doesn’t quite realize you had entered despite the noise of your armor. She looks at you and you see that she remembers you from just a few moments ago.
“I had thought you might be our good constable but was clearly mistaken,” she admits. She looks to Gorvan as if for permission to retell the tale, but he doesn’t acknowledge her. She seems to think it over for a long moment and then finally relents.
“You see, I was on the road traveling with my two sons to bring our first crops of the season to the festival. We don’t usually make the one in the fall as there is just so much to do,” she realizes she’s starting to lose track of her story and visibly corrects herself. “Anyways, on our way we passed the Makkee farm and it was strangely dark. All of their animals were wandering free from their pens with no one around to tend them. No fire or lamp light shone anywhere and the doors appeared to be open. Of course their stead’s a ways from the road so it might have just been the shadows, but the rest is true.”
“My sons laughed it off when I said there might be trouble and kept on, leading our mule and oxen,” she continues. “We did have such a long way to go but I would have gone to see if everything was alright, but there was something dark there. Darker than the night. Does that make sense? I’m not ashamed to say I was scared then and stayed with my sons. Oh I wish they would have gone with me.”
The woman takes a long moment to calm herself before continuing, “I haven’t seen any of the Makkee’s here in the village. I looked after we arrived, both at the farmer stalls and the inn. I‘m certain something bad has happened there.”
At this point the constable stands up and addresses the woman. “I’ve drafted up a post to put on the Board,” he tells her. “I don’t have anyone to spare with the festival and market going on. The Makkee farm is over a half day’s ride from here, so the best I can imagine is that anyone who is interested wouldn’t leave until morning.” The older woman thanks him wearily and begins heading out.
Gorvan looks at you, the parchment in his hand. “So, is this why you’re here do you suppose?” he asks you. “Do you know a few others to travel with you to check this out? It’s most likely a small thing but I still wouldn’t advise you traveling there alone if you’re inclined to go.”
Aesa -
You’re beginning to tire but his concentration is badly shaken. All of his graceful moves forgotten as he turns to flight. The scene is almost comical as you chase him around the circle trying to land a blow. The squires are still standing off to one side and start jeering the boy. His nerve breaks and he streaks out of the circle, his sword falling to the dirt and he runs until he is lost in the crowds past the inn. You stop at the edge of the circle and work to catch your breath.
“Well now that’s nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” the mousy man says as he walks closer to you. He stops where the boy dropped his sword and looks from it to Boarley. “I guess he forfeit’s the match,” he says with a little uncertainty. Boarley just looks at him, gives a slight shrug of his massive shoulders and a nod of his head.
“Good enough then,” the mousy man replies. “Congratulations, you advance,” he tells you, then raises his voice to all nearby. “That does it for the first rounds. Meet back here tomorrow after dawn and we shall commence with the second rounds.” His voice cracks on the last and he adds, mostly to himself, “And now I need some drinks.”
Kaelyn -
The prices aren’t outrageous as there are several cuts you could get from the material she has and probably double your investment selling just the gems back to a jeweler. Of course with the right settings, even in silver, you could probably triple, or more, your investment if the cuts are good.
Sir Rovach walks back into the constables office softly, not in an effort to sneak but so he doesn't startle the older woman upon his entrance. He holds up his hand to Gorvan and nods, then walks towards the older woman.
Facing the woman he takes one of her hands in in both of his, holding it gently and looking her straight in the eyes. "My dear Lady. I was just leaving here when I passed you on the road. Though you spoke not a word to me, the look in your eyes spoke to my heart and told me that you needed assistance. Tell me what troubles you good woman and hold nothing back. And I give you my Oath that if it is within my power to help you, I will."
Gorvan nods upon seeing you re-enter, his face serious. He returns to his writing as you direct your attention to the older woman. She flinches just a bit as she is so focused upon the constable she doesn’t quite realize you had entered despite the noise of your armor. She looks at you and you see that she remembers you from just a few moments ago.
“I had thought you might be our good constable but was clearly mistaken,” she admits. She looks to Gorvan as if for permission to retell the tale, but he doesn’t acknowledge her. She seems to think it over for a long moment and then finally relents.
“You see, I was on the road traveling with my two sons to bring our first crops of the season to the festival. We don’t usually make the one in the fall as there is just so much to do,” she realizes she’s starting to lose track of her story and visibly corrects herself. “Anyways, on our way we passed the Makkee farm and it was strangely dark. All of their animals were wandering free from their pens with no one around to tend them. No fire or lamp light shone anywhere and the doors appeared to be open. Of course their stead’s a ways from the road so it might have just been the shadows, but the rest is true.”
“My sons laughed it off when I said there might be trouble and kept on, leading our mule and oxen,” she continues. “We did have such a long way to go but I would have gone to see if everything was alright, but there was something dark there. Darker than the night. Does that make sense? I’m not ashamed to say I was scared then and stayed with my sons. Oh I wish they would have gone with me.”
The woman takes a long moment to calm herself before continuing, “I haven’t seen any of the Makkee’s here in the village. I looked after we arrived, both at the farmer stalls and the inn. I‘m certain something bad has happened there.”
At this point the constable stands up and addresses the woman. “I’ve drafted up a post to put on the Board,” he tells her. “I don’t have anyone to spare with the festival and market going on. The Makkee farm is over a half day’s ride from here, so the best I can imagine is that anyone who is interested wouldn’t leave until morning.” The older woman thanks him wearily and begins heading out.
Gorvan looks at you, the parchment in his hand. “So, is this why you’re here do you suppose?” he asks you. “Do you know a few others to travel with you to check this out? It’s most likely a small thing but I still wouldn’t advise you traveling there alone if you’re inclined to go.”
Aesa -
The beanpole of a boy looks visibly shaken upon hearing a growl come from a woman’s lips. He tries dancing away but has to stay within the circle. You bring down your sword in heavy two-handed blows and he has no choice but to try to block. One after another clangs on his thin blade, forcing his wrists into awkward positions. Almost dropping his sword more than once, he turns to dart away, finding he has to duck a high swing.Knowing she isn't fast enough to block all his quick thrusts, she will instead press the attack. With a low growl, she will swing her heavier sword with both hands expecting him to block, but she puts extra power behind the swings to wear him down or, even better, drop his blade altogether. If he tries to dance away she will follow and not give him room to do the quick forward thrusts he seems to favor. It will tire her quickly too she has no doubt, so she has to end this fast.
You’re beginning to tire but his concentration is badly shaken. All of his graceful moves forgotten as he turns to flight. The scene is almost comical as you chase him around the circle trying to land a blow. The squires are still standing off to one side and start jeering the boy. His nerve breaks and he streaks out of the circle, his sword falling to the dirt and he runs until he is lost in the crowds past the inn. You stop at the edge of the circle and work to catch your breath.
“Well now that’s nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” the mousy man says as he walks closer to you. He stops where the boy dropped his sword and looks from it to Boarley. “I guess he forfeit’s the match,” he says with a little uncertainty. Boarley just looks at him, gives a slight shrug of his massive shoulders and a nod of his head.
“Good enough then,” the mousy man replies. “Congratulations, you advance,” he tells you, then raises his voice to all nearby. “That does it for the first rounds. Meet back here tomorrow after dawn and we shall commence with the second rounds.” His voice cracks on the last and he adds, mostly to himself, “And now I need some drinks.”
Kaelyn -
You guess the ring’s worth is about 10 gold and so are not completely surprised to hear the merchant say, “Fifteen gold.”He runs his fingers over the box top gazing at the rings of the Rhidelmark, appreciating the detail and craftsmanship, “They are all fine pieces.” He says with a grin, “ though his eyes are drawn more to the elfin etched rings. Pointing to one ring in particular it looked as though limbs of trees and leaves had been interwoven upon the ring. “How much are you asking for this one?” he asked tapping on the glass above it. Appraising it’s worth as he does so.
“I meant no disrespect,” she replies calmly. “You said yourself you are a novice and so it is quite apparent you have not made it your life’s work, choosing something else to pass the years. Therefore I thought it maybe a diversion from whatever it is you do now.”“A diversion?” He asks shock apparent in his voice, “You wound me so. I am tempted to bring my business elsewhere. Seeing as you are the only vendor of your kind I do not have much choice.” He said looking taken aback.
“Ten gold for the malachite,” she says as she searches for where it’s stored. Pulling out several long, worn boxes, she finds the ones she seeks. “Another twenty gold for the agate,” she adds as she opens the boxes so you may look them over.“I would be interested in pursuing it, as long as the prices were reasonable, given it is a raw product.” He said calmly. “Perhaps we can still do business, The ring in question and a few of your agate or malachite” He will attempt to appraise the value of the ring and the gems and haggle with the half elf.
The prices aren’t outrageous as there are several cuts you could get from the material she has and probably double your investment selling just the gems back to a jeweler. Of course with the right settings, even in silver, you could probably triple, or more, your investment if the cuts are good.
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kaelyn
As the vendor looks through her boxes finding those of which she seeks, Kaelyn gives a casual look around, checking his surroundings. Knowing he is being watched by her guard he gives him a casual glance.
For several moments he does the arithmetic in his head, fifteen gold for the ring, ten gold for the malachite and twenty gold for the agate; Forty five gold for all. For a few moments he looks down at the gems and ring before him, There seemed no reason to haggle. If he is careful he could indeed double his investment and the ring would be well worth the gold. After all he had never own anything of Elfin decent.
“Then we have an accord.” He said looking down upon the gems glinting up at him in green and slight yellow hints then up at the merchant before him. He reaches into his belt pouch and takes out the forty five gold and placing it before the merchant. “May I inquire to who the crafter was?” he asked politely knowing to wish the name of the crafter.
After the deal is done, Kaelyn will place the gems within his belt pouch and place it in such a way that it hangs on the inside of his leg. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
“It is no diversion, more so a connection to one’s past. It relaxes me from the endless study one must make when dealing with magic and the arcane.” He answers back with relative calmness.“I meant no disrespect,” she replies calmly. “You said yourself you are a novice and so it is quite apparent you have not made it your life’s work, choosing something else to pass the years. Therefore I thought it maybe a diversion from whatever it is you do now.”
As the vendor looks through her boxes finding those of which she seeks, Kaelyn gives a casual look around, checking his surroundings. Knowing he is being watched by her guard he gives him a casual glance.
For several moments he does the arithmetic in his head, fifteen gold for the ring, ten gold for the malachite and twenty gold for the agate; Forty five gold for all. For a few moments he looks down at the gems and ring before him, There seemed no reason to haggle. If he is careful he could indeed double his investment and the ring would be well worth the gold. After all he had never own anything of Elfin decent.
“Then we have an accord.” He said looking down upon the gems glinting up at him in green and slight yellow hints then up at the merchant before him. He reaches into his belt pouch and takes out the forty five gold and placing it before the merchant. “May I inquire to who the crafter was?” he asked politely knowing to wish the name of the crafter.
After the deal is done, Kaelyn will place the gems within his belt pouch and place it in such a way that it hangs on the inside of his leg. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
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Sir Rovach
- Paladin of Anu
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Sir Rovach
Sir Rovach holds out his hand for the parchment held by Gorvan. "Aye, I think it is. You said it might be a small thing, and most likely it is, but who knows what may come of it."
Sir Rovach takes a moment to read the parchment. "If I may ask you sir, what do you know about the Makkee's and that area of land where they live? Also, do you have directions on the best possible route to their homestead & what dangers might lay between here and there?"
Pausing a moment to think, Sir Rovach responds to Gorvan's advice "I thank you for presenting this opportunity to me Sir. I am new to your town, so there is nobody I truely know. But I believe I may have someone in mind to start with. Their heart is good, but I have to check if they are willing to travel together with me on this cause."
With a final nod of his head to Gorvan as he leaves the Consables office, Sir Rovach wishes him a good evening and resolutely begins to head straight back to the inn.
Sir Rovach holds out his hand for the parchment held by Gorvan. "Aye, I think it is. You said it might be a small thing, and most likely it is, but who knows what may come of it."
Sir Rovach takes a moment to read the parchment. "If I may ask you sir, what do you know about the Makkee's and that area of land where they live? Also, do you have directions on the best possible route to their homestead & what dangers might lay between here and there?"
Pausing a moment to think, Sir Rovach responds to Gorvan's advice "I thank you for presenting this opportunity to me Sir. I am new to your town, so there is nobody I truely know. But I believe I may have someone in mind to start with. Their heart is good, but I have to check if they are willing to travel together with me on this cause."
With a final nod of his head to Gorvan as he leaves the Consables office, Sir Rovach wishes him a good evening and resolutely begins to head straight back to the inn.
"You are
what you do
when it counts."
what you do
when it counts."
Stephanie
Stephankie:
All the while Steph keeps an eye on the next bout featuring the tall blond haired woman as it might be a good idea to guage the skill of a potential combatant. Her opponent is incredibly fast, but seems to wilt when physically challenged. She cannot believe her eyes when the boy who dominated the match at first turns into the one being chased and eventually just runs away seemingly in fear.
“How strange,” Stephanie says clapping lightly.
Steph will try to get the attention of the tall blond haired woman. If she gets it she will say, “Well fought. What a peculiar foe you did face. I am Stephanie and you are?”
Stephanie notes the accent, but doesn’t comment on it. She knows very little beyond this area, so the woman could be from just about anywhere; the next town or the other side of the world.Aesa wrote:"Thank you," Aesa says with a thin smile to the fellow warrior woman. A definite accent is noticeable even on the simple words. She then turns her attention to her opponent as she steps into the circle. He is thin but she doubts he is frail. She's guessing his sword will be used with speed and takes her own blade in a loose, two-handed grasp with the hopes that she can make it dance to deflect his blows until she sees an opening.
“You are welcomed,” Steph says to the lad. “And thank you for your kind words. I am Stephanie, a swordswoman of some skill as you noted.”Defeated Squire wrote:“Um, thanks,” he mumbles as he accepts the help up. Once standing again, he straightens himself and finds his voice. “You were really good. Much better than I thought you would be actually. A disappointment for me but I think I learned something anyway.” With that he trots off to the ribbing and chiding he will undoubtedly get from his companions, seemingly wanting to get that over with quickly and move on.
“Very good,” is all that Stephanie says on the matter as she starts to depart.Squeaky Man wrote:“Anytime after dawn,” he squeaks. “Three bouts per day until we run out of contestants. I’ll have runners tomorrow should you want to explore the festival or market while waiting for a bout. They can find you and let you know when it’s getting close.”
Spotting the Malanders in the crowd, Steph will wave and make her way towards them. She keeps the conversation casual, asking how they are and if any new troubles have arisen.After exchanging brief words with the other woman you hear a clapping. Looking around, you spot the Malanders, an older farming couple that you helped last season with a few menial tasks. You figure they are here for the festival and maybe to sell some crops. Mrs. Malanders is the one clapping and her typically stern-faced husband nods approvingly at your victory.
All the while Steph keeps an eye on the next bout featuring the tall blond haired woman as it might be a good idea to guage the skill of a potential combatant. Her opponent is incredibly fast, but seems to wilt when physically challenged. She cannot believe her eyes when the boy who dominated the match at first turns into the one being chased and eventually just runs away seemingly in fear.
“How strange,” Stephanie says clapping lightly.
Steph will try to get the attention of the tall blond haired woman. If she gets it she will say, “Well fought. What a peculiar foe you did face. I am Stephanie and you are?”
Wielder of Lighting
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Aesa:
Her tactic works as she seemingly unnerves the boy. Probably never seen real battle, she thinks. All that skill used in nothing but controlled instruction and against participants who follow certain rules. Still, she can't seem to land a blow. It's like chasing a field mouse. Aesa becomes aware of the other lads and their displeasure at the bout, in fact her own frustration is building. She can feel her muscles beginning to tire and knows she needs to figure out how to end this fast. The boy ends it himself instead. He just leaves the circle, abandoning his blade, as fast as his feet will take him. He probably doesn't stop running until he reaches his home.
Returning the sword to its rack, she turns back to Stephanie, "I am Aesa of Rhidhelmark. Pleasure to meet you."
Her tactic works as she seemingly unnerves the boy. Probably never seen real battle, she thinks. All that skill used in nothing but controlled instruction and against participants who follow certain rules. Still, she can't seem to land a blow. It's like chasing a field mouse. Aesa becomes aware of the other lads and their displeasure at the bout, in fact her own frustration is building. She can feel her muscles beginning to tire and knows she needs to figure out how to end this fast. The boy ends it himself instead. He just leaves the circle, abandoning his blade, as fast as his feet will take him. He probably doesn't stop running until he reaches his home.
She's too tired to say anything, focusing instead on catching her breath. Whatever decision the mousy man comes to she most likely can't influence in any case.“Well now that’s nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” the mousy man says as he walks closer to you. He stops where the boy dropped his sword and looks from it to Boarley. “I guess he forfeit’s the match,” he says with a little uncertainty. Boarley just looks at him, gives a slight shrug of his massive shoulders and a nod of his head.
Aesa just nods in reply. It hardly seems like a way to win a swords bout, but if the opponent fails to return then what else can they really do? His last comment about needing a drink sounds desireable but she in no way wants to be anywhere near him. Instead she sees that the other warrior woman was waiting.“Good enough then,” the mousy man replies. “Congratulations, you advance,” he tells you, then raises his voice to all nearby. “That does it for the first rounds. Meet back here tomorrow after dawn and we shall commence with the second rounds.” His voice cracks on the last and he adds, mostly to himself, “And now I need some drinks.”
"Hardly," she replies a bit frustrated, making her accent more pronounced. "That boy had skill but it wasn't tempered in combat. I was nothing more than a fox chasing a hen in there. A hen that escaped back to the hen house at that."Steph will try to get the attention of the tall blond haired woman. If she gets it she will say, “Well fought. What a peculiar foe you did face. I am Stephanie and you are?”
Returning the sword to its rack, she turns back to Stephanie, "I am Aesa of Rhidhelmark. Pleasure to meet you."
That which must be done will be done.
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Butternut:
Returning to Dormare after so many years is a bittersweet experience. It reminds her of the pleasant days of her youth, but also of all that she has lost. A tear starts to form in her eye, but she ruthlessly shakes her head to suppress that emotional display. She will never show such weakness again.
Approaching the town mid-morning, the halfling woman diverts from the familiar path she had been been following into the woods. Rather than entering the town directly, she spends most of the day reacquainting herself with the local terrain, as well as the flora and fauna. As she follows animal spoor, faint tracks and even fainter memories, she revisits many trees, burrows and creeks that were once nearly as familiar as her own face. The den of an old badger she once knew is still occupied, seemingly by the old coot's offspring and grandcubs.
As the shadows lengthen, Butternut makes her way into the town. It has been a long time since she's paid for a fancy cooked meal. She still remembers where the inn is, but takes the time to wander about the town a bit first. Various merchants ply their wares, hoping for a few last customers before night falls. Passing by an tournament field, Butternut can tell that the annual swordfighting competition has already started, but appears to have finished for the day. Perhaps it will be worth watching on the morrow. A pair of women - both of whom appear to her to be taller than usual even for human women - stand to one side talking in quiet voices. Rather than stopping to listen in, Butternut continues on her way.
It's late enough that she doesn't bother to try to look up anyone she knew from before, so she winds her way back to the inn. The Smiling Dryad stands where it always has, looking a little more worn than she recalls. It occurs to her to wonder if Master Tovin still runs the inn, or whether it has been passed into other hands. Pausing for a deep breath as she mentally prepares herself for the likely throng of people within, Butternut pulls the door open and steps inside.
Returning to Dormare after so many years is a bittersweet experience. It reminds her of the pleasant days of her youth, but also of all that she has lost. A tear starts to form in her eye, but she ruthlessly shakes her head to suppress that emotional display. She will never show such weakness again.
Approaching the town mid-morning, the halfling woman diverts from the familiar path she had been been following into the woods. Rather than entering the town directly, she spends most of the day reacquainting herself with the local terrain, as well as the flora and fauna. As she follows animal spoor, faint tracks and even fainter memories, she revisits many trees, burrows and creeks that were once nearly as familiar as her own face. The den of an old badger she once knew is still occupied, seemingly by the old coot's offspring and grandcubs.
As the shadows lengthen, Butternut makes her way into the town. It has been a long time since she's paid for a fancy cooked meal. She still remembers where the inn is, but takes the time to wander about the town a bit first. Various merchants ply their wares, hoping for a few last customers before night falls. Passing by an tournament field, Butternut can tell that the annual swordfighting competition has already started, but appears to have finished for the day. Perhaps it will be worth watching on the morrow. A pair of women - both of whom appear to her to be taller than usual even for human women - stand to one side talking in quiet voices. Rather than stopping to listen in, Butternut continues on her way.
It's late enough that she doesn't bother to try to look up anyone she knew from before, so she winds her way back to the inn. The Smiling Dryad stands where it always has, looking a little more worn than she recalls. It occurs to her to wonder if Master Tovin still runs the inn, or whether it has been passed into other hands. Pausing for a deep breath as she mentally prepares herself for the likely throng of people within, Butternut pulls the door open and steps inside.
Gordon (fanchergw AKA Kylie, Grondar, Yusef, Lily Pak / Menagerie, Butternut, Onas, and Vardra)
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Erizhetiana of Lotan -
Erizhi returned to her seat, without acknowledging the further comments of the foppish man who had accosted her. He and the innkeeper then exchanged some words and mention of magick talent and a guild surfaced and grabbed her attention.
She made certain not to seem too interested in the conversation, but definitely caught what they were talking about. The initial interest in a magick guild was quickly dashed as they discussed the involvement of this ‘Rollester’ and his apparently shady dealings.
It wasn’t long before his lusts took him toward one of the serving girls and the topic seemed to be forgotten. Perhaps something to ask of the proprietor at some point, but now didn’t seem to be the time. Certainly better when Rollester was away.
Erizhi returned to her seat, without acknowledging the further comments of the foppish man who had accosted her. He and the innkeeper then exchanged some words and mention of magick talent and a guild surfaced and grabbed her attention.
She made certain not to seem too interested in the conversation, but definitely caught what they were talking about. The initial interest in a magick guild was quickly dashed as they discussed the involvement of this ‘Rollester’ and his apparently shady dealings.
It wasn’t long before his lusts took him toward one of the serving girls and the topic seemed to be forgotten. Perhaps something to ask of the proprietor at some point, but now didn’t seem to be the time. Certainly better when Rollester was away.
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