Without further delay, you push on toward Eastwatch.

It is late afternoon when you spy the gates: a pair of proper stone towers rising up above the tops of the trees to the North.  The towers themselves are no more than three stories, but the town is set on a natural hill where the land rises to meet the mountains as they dip down.

The path is well-worn enough, but steep, at times 45-degrees, making progress exhausting.

A high stone wall extends from the gatehouse in either direction.  To your right it seems to almost fade into the rock of the mountains, to the left it meets another tower and then turns northward.

Looking to the East (your right) you can see steppes in the mountain rock where small patches of farmable land have been hoed out.  At this distance you can barely make out the grape plants.

A few people mill about the gatehouses, mostly children looking to play in the woods, but for the most part this side of the walled town is quiet.

A pair of guards stand at easy attention to either side of the open gates.  They are armed with halberd and long knife.

Flying over the towers is the flag of Eastwatch, a compass bloodied to the east.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

Titus smiles as he walks towards them.  Turns his back and walks backwards speaking to his troupe.

Finally!!  Civilization... or a reasonable facsimile.

He flashes his best grin as he turns back to the guards.  He matches his personality to theirs asking where he can find in order of importance food, a place to sleep, an audience and lots of gossip.

He winks at one of the guards.

Have I got some new tales for you... all true!

He says holding his hand to the sky in the 'I swear to God' configuration.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 2):

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 2):

The guards tense reflexively as you approach, but as soon as Titus speaks they relax.

"'elcome" one of them mutters with a curt nod.

"All's there is ta eat an the audience you'll have soon 'nuff," the other rasps in a terribly unmelodic voice.  "Folk herein' plannig 'fer the nuptual feast an all.  Get in an you'll see."

They allow you to pass through the gatehouse, which seems to be much bigger and stouter than it has any right to be. 


Given how far you are from "civilization", EastWatch is surprisingly cosmopolitan.

Once inside you can see the extent of the walls that wrap around the town to the South, West and North.  The East is rock and cultivated steppe.  The ruins of a massive gatehouse are mixed in with piles of boulders the size of houses, indeed blocking the gap in the mountains you can see.

The main road runs straight through the town and exits via another gatehouse to the north.  The western wall has no gatehouse.

From this main street, numerous alleys branch off at random between rows of wattle and daub houses, some two stories tall, most only one.  They are rectangular in shape with pitched roofs, mimicking the style of the larger cities of the Kingdom.

Just north of the collapsed eastern gate is a pair of large tower homes connected at the top by a long hanging bridge.  Based on the banners you see flying, you presume this to be the keep or residence of the Lord of Eastwatch.

The town is busy enough with the normal goings on you'd expect, smiths, farmers, merchants, a cobbler, a few taverns, and a large number of people hauling grapes, barrels or materials for making barrels.

On top of all the usual business, there is an additional layer of activity.  Streams of people are making their way to the pair of tower homes, carrying mostly food, flowers what appear to be yet more banners and cloth.

You notice too many shops have yellow streamer awnings blowing gently in the wind above their doors and fresh flowers in their windows.

One of the larger buildings, set just off to one side of the southern gate you passed through, has the universal symbol of welcome hanging above its door: the tankard.

In reply to GM (msg # 3):

"Now THIS is more like it!" Deev relaxes with a sigh.

"I have never eaten a nuptual before.  What does it taste like?" Enrei asks the company at large as they follow Titus into the town.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 5):

If a true lord resides here, we must decide whether we are or are not Lord Fastbender and his retinue immediately. If yes, we must announce ourselves and demand appropriate patronage worthy of our station. We will not be believed if we do not. Or we could lay low. Preferences?

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 6):

Titus goes slack jawed for a brief moment as the idea washes over him.  His languid smile would put a cat to shame.

Playing Fastbender is risky, and may cost us some of our coin, unless we can get free lodging.  Also we would be expected to bring a wedding gift.  Though as far as narrative goes he has been in the shadows long enough.  I'm sure a good portion of the people have heard of him.  Now they need to see him.

I say we go for it.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 7):

I'm willing to go along with the ruse, but you need to understand that should we be discovered, there will be real consequences here. We shall need to flee vigorously, and we may even be pursued. It would be the end of our tale, as the story of a false Fastbender will quickly weave its way around the cities.

Are you willing to take that chance?

He clears his throat.

I'm personally indifferent, as we can make it to Losthelm regardless. But I know how much you have invested into this and I'd hate to see it go up in smoke just as the story's hooks are beginning to bite.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 8):

Titus, more resolved then ever:

At some point you have to take the plunge.  I have been playing courtiers, princelings and kings my whole life.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 9):

Whichever way you decide to play it, the townsfolk do certainly take notice of you (especially Enrei).

You get a number of cheery "g'day" and nods.

Enrei, knowing he is not Lord Fastbender nor a retainer thereof, lets Titus and Brennan debate the benefits of performing a charade in the local court. He gives a friendly wave to anyone who stares at him long enough and attempts to return any "g'day" he hears, as the local accent and his own clash over the small word.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 11):

Titus remains fairly true to himself connecting with the people, smiling broadly.  Every bit a lord of the people still in his traveling attire.

He inquires around for an inn where they can wash up and get a hot meal and regroup.  All the while corralling Enrei and stopping him from getting out of hand.

He confers with Brennan briefly.

So what your telling me is no hot bath and time to scrub up? 
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 12):

It's both risky and unnecessary. As much as I might enjoy attending a noble wedding, I would prefer to keep a low profile here until our swift departure to Losthelm. Unless you think we might be able to gain something from it, I believe we should simply be Brennan's band of mercenaries for this visit.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 13):

Titus grits his teeth.

Unnecessary?!  We are at a critical point in the tale.  If Fastbender remains in the shadows then he is at risk of being relegated to myth only.  His emissaries have been seen in a small town, the kind of story that everybody and their mother has about him now.  It is time for indisputable proof.  It is our first and best opportunity to get him into contact with the nobility.  The only thing that can go wrong is the well intentioned natural disaster over there.

We could get him out of the city, disavow all knowledge of him, lock him in a room in the palace.  There is no shortage of ways to handle him.  The nobility will love us, and I have the perfect gift that won't cost us a penny.

We do this now, or risk starting over.

/ooc when is the wedding /ooc
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 14):

But what do we gain, Titus? How does this advance our cause?

He smiles slightly.

I'm not asking because I am opposed, necessarily. I am asking because the answer is important.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 15):

Titus pulls Brennan into an alleyway

Enrei, please guard this alleyway for us.  I don't want anyone to know we are here...yet.


he retreats a few steps. He speaks quietly and passionately

Several reasons. First and foremost you said it yourself we are thin on allies.  We make an impression at this wedding and we can have nobility for miles willing to help us.

Next, we need more money to do what we want and need to do... tack, food, horses to get to the pass.  Now we can continue to risk our neck for.... what did we get in the town 12 Suns?  OR.... we can go for a big score with the nobility.  Hell they might even lend us some of their horses.

Finally the Fastbender narrative has been a long term play from the start.  We haven't yet had to sacrifice for it.  At this point the story is calling for this.  Lord Fastbender and his men are saving villages around the countryside but couldn't be bothered to make an appearance at a wedding a few towns over?  Well fuck him then. This could hurt his credibility, and in future we will need that character to open the doors to research libraries and friends far and wide.

Are these good enough reasons?

Enrei dutifully stands guard at the end of the alley.  He does hus best to keep anyone's attention away from titus and Vrennan, but seeing as he draws a fair amount of attention himself, he sees fit to shoo the occasional onlooker sternly, "You do not need to know about lord Fastbender being here," he informs anyone not convinced by a large Chal'i waving dismissively.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 17):

Brennan begins to reply, thinks better of it, and chews the inside of his cheek for a moment.

Very well, he says at last. We can advance the cause of Lord Fastbender and my... ministry... at the same time. But if things go to Hell here, we're keeping a low profile until we reach Losthelm.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 18):

Titus sticks out his hand thinking

If things go to hell... and we survive it... the Fastbender issue may be moot anyway.

Out loud he confidently states

Deal.  I'll even sweeten the pot and see if I can come up for some... palatable stories for your ministry and I can start injecting those into the bloodstream.

After Brennan shakes it.

How do we deal with him?

He nods over at Enrei.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 19):

He grins, following Titus's gaze.

Surely you don't mean to ask about Enrei, Lord Fastbender's famous Challian bodyguard? Known for his ability to lift an ox, and for single-handedly ending the Seige of Felgrim's Cove? What he lacks in linguistics he makes up for with heart and vigor. That's what I've heard, anyway...
This message was last edited by the player at 19:10, Tue 18 Oct 2016.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 20):

He's not Norrish...  Is he?

OK but you know that he is honest to a fault and in a liar's game that is a severe handicap.  This means he has to believe what is happening.

He brightens

Don't suppose you know a spell that can render him mute?!  Do you?
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 21):

Brennan shakes his head.

Somehow I think his honesty would shine through despite any impairment we might inflict upon him. Besides... I find the trait rather endearing, if frustratingly ill timed.

If you don't think being a bodyguard would suit him, we could of course just stick to the truth for him -- that he is one of my hired mercenaries who works for a stipend and expects to be tipped for a job well done.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 22):

Brennan waits a beat before continuing.

Mind you, I'm not saying I don't have such a spell. I just don't think it would help.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 23):

Your lying.  I've got to work on your acting skills.

He heaves a heavy sigh.

Enrei get over here!

He calls out.  He then gives a hangdog look to Brennan.

I hope you know what your doing.  So let's stay 'honest' shall we?

Enrei looks over his shoulder, "It will be harder to guard from inside," he informs Titus but, when no permission to remain put if given, he walks up to the pair.  His posture is still vaguely intimidating as he attempts to remain on defense just next to them.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 25):

Are you familiar with the story of Lord Dunbarring?  The lord who disguised himself to hide from assassins, traveling among the peasantry, and ended up marrying a common woman he met while undercover?

He waits for Enrei's nod before continuing

I am much like Lord Dunbarring.  There are bad people and bad spirits that want to kill me, so it is important to hide who I truly am.

Does this make sense to you?

Enrei fails to nod at Titus's dinitial description of lord Dunbarring, not being intimately familiar with many stories that don't involve heroes slaying monsters and demons, or at least the exploita of the first men. "You are friends with this Dun Barring?" he ventures.
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In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 27):

I am like Lord Dunbarring.  The Wandering haunt are after me because of the power I possess.  Remember the mountain top after the witches?  That was my power.  There are also people after me who would do me harm.  Because of this I have to hide my identity as a mercenary.

He looks around exaggerating the movement then leans in

Can you keep a secret?

"I think so.  I am very good at keeping things my friends give me."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 29):

That is well put.

Titus strikes a thoughtful look and fishes around in his bag absently for a minute, finally he comes up with two scraps of gray cloth.

Here is the secret... I'm not a mercenary.  I'm a Lord.  At a young age I was pursued by monsters and bad people, and now I have ended up here.  I have been employing Brennan to find out what happened and how I can restore my name.

He unfurls the two pieces in his hand and you can see the cloth is unremarkable with a stylized yin-yan symbol in the middle.  They are durable and well made.

These are the opposite of a secret.  When you wear this cloth, and ONLY when you wear this cloth are you to acknowledge that I'm a lord.  Any other time I'm Titus and a mercenary as I have always been.  You still work for Brennan.

Do you have any questions.

Enrei stares at the cloth thoughtfully for a longer time than probably makes Titus comfortable.  He opens his mouth slightly, but remains silent for a moment longer before speaking, "What means 'acknowledge'?"

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 31):

To act like you know.

Confident that it may have sunk in he begins using the same call and response technique used to teach an inebriated bar room a new drinking song.  He asks Enrei to say his name, when he responds with Titus he will smile and approve.  He then hands Enrei the cloth and asks him his name, he gently corrects Enrei that his name is now 'Lord'.  He then takes the cloth away and asks him to say his name, once again Titus....

and so on.

He does this until a look out of the corner of his eye at Brennan indicates that he thinks the lesson has sunk in.

Get it?

He asks with the big storyteller's smile.
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"Yes," Enrei says unsteadily before holding up the piece of cloth and adding,"Lord."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 33):

Good.

Titus smiles.

Brennan anything to add?  How do we go about announcing ourselves?

He hands him the other peice of cloth.  He ties the one for Enrei on his arm and does the same for himself.


If this works it will be a miracle.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 34):

"Well, how powerful of a Lord are you, exactly? How long does your line stretch back, and through the reign of how many sovereigns? How much land is your to control? How many people are under your command, what do they produce, and what is your annual tax burden? How many knights will come when you call? How many peasant militiamen?"

He spreads his hands wide.

"These are the questions we must know if I am to suitably introduce us at this wedding. And, mind you, the loftier you make yourself, the better our gift will need to be."

Brennan narrows his eyes slightly.

"I can coach you on a few names to drop -- and some to avoid -- based on who is and isn't here. I did used to do honest work for a noble, you know."
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 35):

Titus smiles. He begins speaking as the lies begin to take shape and develop momentum of their own.

I know.  Thats why I asked you.

My lineage is not long stretching back to my great-grandfather who distinguished himself in military service... only 2 sovereigns, the previous and the current.  We control a small port around a lake in the North and produce mainly fish and the surrounding areas are rice patties.  There are 600 citizens under my protection.  The tax burden is on the low end of middle.  We are well managed and surviving comfortably but not luxurious by any means.  We are industrious and pay our due to the King on time and in full.

The allegiances mainly stem from my grandfather.  If I were to call 3 houses would likely answer.  My father was business minded and had no head for politics as such our house was improved in it internal workings but weakened in both political and military power.

I am the spitting image of my grandfather and have a temperament and abilities to him.  Most all of our current allegiances are of my doing.  Since my father had not maintained an active militia the town easily razed during the war in the north.  I was a young man at the time and was taken hostage for ransom.  I escaped, returned home and was delighted to find that one of our house's loyal retainers (gesture to Brennan) had managed to survive the battle as well.  Until that point we have survived on our wits and getting our hands dirty.  We are NOT the standard milktoast nobility.

At this point the name of Fastbender is all but buried in the minds of our enemies to the North.  We are searching for answers to our lineage and birthright and hope to resurrect our house from the ashes.

I should say all of this in past tense as if you go now you will just find the charred remains of timber and stone...

He stops breathing heavily.  Silence fills the time.  After a moment he looks back and forth between the two.  Finally settling on brennan.

Holy shit its like the lies spin themselves.  Its amazing the life it takes on once its uncorked. 

Too much?
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 36):

Brennan shrugs.

"As long as you can remember all of that, it should be fine. I hear that not everyone has my gift of total recall."

He rubs his hands together.

"So... what does Lord Fishmonger wish to present as a gift?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 37):

My father was lord Fishmonger.  The son has much higher aspirations...Its a story to tell.  Stories are easy.  Facts and numbers less so.

Do you know anything about the family that is getting married?  More information the better.  I need to know everything about these people.

I'll give them the same thing that Minh would... a family telling, a song, and a story.  None of which they are likely to forget.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:02, Thu 20 Oct 2016.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 38):

Brennan frowns slightly.

"I'm not certain who rules here now. Once we get near enough to observe the coat of arms, I should be able to tell you more."

His tone turns somewhat chiding.

"I must warn you not lose yourself so fully in this endeavor that you mistake our course, my Lord. We must reach Losthelm before those who pursue us catch on to where we are headed. Recall that we are humanity's version of archangels and demon lords. Only we have the power to do what must be done in this shade of reality."

Brennan lowers his voice.

"I have not forgotten your pursuers, either. And they are far more dangerous foes than the well-minded, blind paladins who chase me."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 39):

Titus shudders at the mention of his foes.

If they want me.  They know where to find me.  Moving won't save us from them and you know it.

He perks up as he claps his hands and rubs them together.

Now lets introduce ourselves.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 40):

Brennan nods, and the group advances toward the castle. When they get near enough to discern the banners, he attempts to identify them. If successful, he will describe in great detail all he recalls of that noble line's traditional allies, enemies, and other trivia for the benefit of his allies.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 41):

OOC:  I have updated the Kingdom thread with Eastwatch's banner lord.  There is also a new map of your recent travels.

Banners are easily found (An iron gate set into mountains) but are currently overwhelmed by garland and fresh wildflowers as townsfolk prepare for the festivities.


As you walk cautiously through the crowd, and adjust to the bustle from the cold wilderness you just left, you notice the unusual behavior of the city soldiers.  After watching for a moment, you realize they are inspecting local merchants' wares: bread, cakes, butter, roasts, as well as the decorations.

There is no cruelty, but they appear to be incredibly strict on what is good enough to bring to the towers, sending much of the foodstuff and finery back.  One young lady, after having her basket of loaves rejected, simply drops them on the ground for anyone to claim (if you take one, they are sweet and sticky).

The general chatter you overhear is that the wedding was planned very suddenly, and is a surprise to everyone.

You notice another oddity, a small crowd about a pig sty.  Apart from mud and scraps, there appears to be a man sleeping between two large sows.  Certainly you've observed such behavior before in town drunks, but this man appears to be dressed very well.

In reply to GM (msg # 42):

Titus looks at the man in the pig sty.

Just so you know.  I expect something important to happen soon, likely tonight.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 43):

"Ah, there we are, " Brennan smiles, glimpsing the banners at last. "These are the lands of Lord Torrence Garr.  His aunt is Lady Shandra Garr of Long Plain. She is his banner lord, and he is bound to rally to her aid at her command."

"Torrence Garr has no bannermen of his own, but he is still important. He's one of the wealthiest lords under Lady Garr, thanks in large part to the wine production of his lands."

He frowns at the guards examining the citizenry's profferd goods.

"It seems there is a high standard for what passes as an appropriate gift. I'm not sure 'a song and dance' will be sufficient."

Brennan scoops up a sweetbread from the ground, dusts it offer, and takes an exploratory bite. His expression brightens immediately, and he takes a second before finishing chewing the first.

"Now that's interesting," he says around a mouthful of bread, noticing the man in the sty for the first time.

Brennan heads over toward the sty and touches one of the rabble on the shoulder at random.

"Excuse me, do you know what's going on here? Why's a man dressed like that rolling in the mud?"
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 44):

Brennan... this is one of MY... songs and stories.

He speaks so quietly that Brennan can barely hear him.  As he says this one of the pigs turns into a dragon, breathes fire over the crowd who doesn't react at all, stretches lazily and flies off.  When he looks at Titus he finds his eyes are blazing fiery orange and his standard orange glow extends into the heavens.

It takes him a second to realize that only he sees the visions.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 45):

Brennan finds the peasantry surrounding the sty to be more than willing to talk:  apparently it's something of an oddity to them as well.

The man is, or was, the Sheriff of Eastwatch.  A bit of a hard nose, but fair and well respected.  Several days ago, he apparently vanished, only to be found a day later in his chambers.  According to rumor, he was losing his mind, endlessly counting the same coins over and over.

Lord Garr had him escorted to the barber.  The next day, the sheriff was found in a pig sty... allegedly in congress with a prize sow and unwilling to leave.

Naturally, Lord Garr discharged him immediately.  Ever since he has been going from sty to sty as he is kicked out of one he turns up in another.

In reply to GM (msg # 46):

Titus turns his conversations to fact finding missions trying to dig up everything he can about Lord Garr, specifically disposition, and the woman he is planning on marrying.
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"What is gift for?" Enrei inquires of Brennan as he looks at the man in the pigsty curiously.  Though this is not his first time seeing a man among swine, it's always interesting to find out how they got there.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 48):

Brennan follows the path of the pig-turned-dragon with interest, then glances over at Titus. Finding him glowing with radiant energy -- yet turning no other heads -- he concludes that the spectacle was meant for his eyes alone.

He raises an eyebrow in response. It is clear from his puzzled expression that he is not sure what the take-home message might be, but his perfect memory will allow him to peruse the scene in more detail later.

To Enrei, he smiles.

"There is going to be a wedding here. We hope to attend, and will need to bring a suitable gift in order to do so."

Brennan then pushes his way toward the front of the crowd, looking carefully for any auras among the peasantry or the man in the sty. An observant eye might watch him reach down to the cup hanging from his belt, fingers brushing against its lip gently before bringing it to his mouth.

"What do you make of this, Galandril?" he breathes softly into the rim.

"Wedding.  This is where we can feast on nuptuals?" Enrei follows closely behind Brennan but does not offer much in the way of help.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 50):

Brennan nods. "Exactly, Enrei. There shall be a feast, and we have been invited."

He turns to Titus.

"Give me a moment to contemplate what's going on with the former Sheriff. Perhaps find directions to a local bath house or something. We will need to refresh ourselves before we can make for the castle."

Brennan sighs.

"I hate to waste the money, but we may need to buy body oils, lotions, and perfumes as well. And we'll need a place for Bryce and Deev in the retinue. Go over their roles as well while I ponder the Sheriff's plight a moment longer."

He grins slightly.

"If it pleases my lord, of course."

Enrei ponders Brennan's reply as he goes on to converse with Titus.  After a few moments of deep thought he speaks up, "I will give him my goat," the Chal'i states affirmatively.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 51):

So we do have time for a bath before we introduce ourselves.  I'll find a good spot.  You keep Enrei in check, also please make sure he understands what a secret is.
In a voice designed to carry
Bryce, Deev!  To me!

Titus melds into the crowd to ask some of the more well-heeled of the observers about accommodations and a bath.  Privately to Deev and Bryce

I don't suppose either of you has ever had opportunity to serve a lord have you?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 53):

Asking around, Titus learns that the wedding came as quite a surprise to everyone.  Apparently, Lord Torrence was generally expected to never marry.  Rumors abounded as to why, ranging from impotence to pride to homosexuality.

That all changed just a few days ago, when he announced that he would indeed marry, and a commoner at that.

Nobody in the crowd knows anything for certain of the girl he is marrying, apart from the fact that she's a commoner.  There are rumors she's a mill girl from the south, rumors she is a Nor princess run away from home, rumors she was a scullery maid in the Lord's house, and rumors she was a common whore.

In reply to GM (msg # 54):

He changes his tactics as the information is becoming more and more murky.  He begins to ask about what Lord Torrence is like, his habits, family and anything notable that he has done for his people.  Is he well liked?  Is he businesslike, warlike, ambitious?
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 55):

Brennan lowers his cup back to his belt, looking stricken.

"We... need to talk to the Sheriff," he says quietly. "It's sounding more and more like perhaps Lord Torrence's bride is more than she seems. He may have seen something he shouldn't have."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 56):

Almost on cue, the ex-sherrif rouses from his slumber.

He rolls over and largely ignores the crowd.

Rising to his hands and knees, he appears to be preparing to mount one of the sows, which proves too much for the farmer who owns it.

"Oy, get off that!" the man shouts and begins to enlist the help of those around him to haul the man out of his sty.

Enrei, ever helpful, vaults the sty fence and picks the sheriff up by his coat at the farmer's request for help. He hefts the man over the fence and deposits him in front of Brennan before finding his own way back across the barrier.  He looks at the nearest villager, "Do you have bucket of water?  I have friend and when he wake up with pigs my other friend throws bucket of water at him to make it better."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 58):

Enrei is able to easily heft the man out of the sty and into the mud.

"Thank you... friend..." the farmer comments, as if not entirely sure how to talk to Enrei.

Water is provided, and if doused, the sherrif sputters and coughs appropriately.

As the "festivities" in the sty end, the crowd mostly disperses.

In reply to GM (msg # 59):

Brennan looks at the man carefully, then inquires about whoever the new sheriff is and where they might be. He also asks the former sheriff for his name, asks where he lives, if he has a family, etc.

"I have helped my friend out of pigs before," Enrei assures the farmer as waits for the water, "He was bigger than this man." Once the water is proffered Enrei takes the bucket and slings its contents directly into the former sheriff's face before Brennan commences his interrogation.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 17:58, Wed 26 Oct 2016.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 61):

Titus huddles Bryce and Deev as they walk.

OK you two.  Here's the deal.  In last town I had all of the women in a complete tizzy making us clothing.  It is now time to use it in this town.  This lord is rich and IF I can milk him for a patronage and a large sack of coin I fully intend to do so.

My biggest concern is Enrei.  He could blow this whole thing so I need both of you and Brennan to babysit him.  For the rest of the trip I am to be referred to as Lord Fastbender.  Savvy?

I am your lord.  Brennan is my primary advisor, Enrei is his hired muscle.  You two are going to be my attendants.  Meaning that you are going to have to scrape a little.  If you play this right... and keep your nose clean....

This with a withering look at Deev

Then we might make it out of here in much better shape then we entered.  If not...

He tails off. 

Any questions.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 62):

The muddy man blinks at Brennan.

"I'm Richard, if it matters to you.  I WAS Sherrif in this town, but I've ah... lost interest in that.  Turns out the job didn't suit me."  He wipes at his face with the back of one hand.

"I've chambers in the Lord's home, but I may not return there.  Not enough mud y'see, and the ladies do love mud."  he makes eyes at one of the sows in the sty until the farmer brandishes a rake.

The ex-sherrif stands, pulls up his leggings and starts to wander down the street.  "If you'll excuse me, I've others to woo."

By asking the crowd, you find there is no replacement sherrif as of yet: the town and Lord being overly busy with wedding preparations.

Titus continues to corral you all toward the pair of large towers, the Lord's home.

In reply to GM (msg # 63):

Brennan watches the former Sheriff wander down the road for a moment, torn between following after him and getting on with their other duties in town.

"I feel confident we'll come to regret leaving this be," he mutters to Titus. "Humor me. Is this just a fanciful tale, or does it ring true to you? A pretty girl dreams of becoming a princess, so she learns how to make love potions or a love hex. She tests it on the town's Sheriff, who had been nosing around her work or for whom she has no respect anyway. This forces the Sheriff to believe pigs are actual women, and for him to fall madly in love with them. Emboldened by this, the woman next casts the spell on the local bachelor lord, who arranges a rapid wedding in response."

He smiles slightly.

"I'm not certain of any of this, mind you, but it is my hypothesis. What do you think?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 64):

If you feel that way then lets persue it.  I've learned that your hunches are better left listened to.

RICHARD!  HOLD THERE!

Titus smiles.

I was thinking the same thing... only mine involved about 90% more spirits and succubi.

He pauses a moment.

Oh and explosions.  Gotta have explosions.

He says as he pivots away from his initial course.

DEEV BRYCE!  Come on!

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 65):

Enrei, you too.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 66):

That's... a terrifying prospect. We must ward ourselves."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 67):

Why do you think we are walking this way. 

Titus says as he picks up his heels to accost Richard.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 68):

"I... what?  Oh, right!"

Deev follows closely on Titus' heels.

In reply to Deev (msg # 69):

The muddy man slows, then turns on his heel reluctantly.

"What is it?" he asks, more out of disinterest than annoyance.

In reply to GM (msg # 70):

You look like you could use a drink.  Can you tell us a bit more about when you started to become... such a....

He glances at the pig.

A ladies man?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 71):

The muddy ex-sherrif pauses and frowns.  He thinks hard for a moment and purses his lips.

"I don't know... I just... I never realized... 'beauty' isn't the word but, I just never realized how much I LOVED pigs until a few days ago."

He refocuses.

"Maybe it's God speaking to me, maybe a midlife crisis... all I know is that now I'm sure.  I love pigs."

"I love pigs too," Enrei confirms from the back of the small group, having followed with no great certainty about what the plan was, "They are delicious."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 73):

Did you talk to anyone new in those days?  Anyone come into town?  It seems awfully strange, don't you think?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 74):

"Does it?"  the muddy man asks in a very serious tone.

"I suppose I never gave it much thought.  More of a realization... after that nothing much else mattered.  It's a shame the good people of this town can't accept that."

In reply to GM (msg # 75):

It truly is.

Titus says looking around for a bar.  He flicks a penny to Deev.

Deev go get us two drinks please. 

As he deftly navigates the man towards the exterior of the bar.  He doesn't bring him inside just wants to have the drink on porch as it were.

Your witness.

He says in an undertone to Brennan.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 76):

"Thank you for humoring us," Brennan says. "My friends and I, well, we're concerned. We've just come from a town quite a ways south, and there was a man there who, er, also came to this realization. So to speak."

He nods gravely.

"Thing is, when the townsfolk looked into it further, they realize it was the result of the man being poisoned. There's a particular concoction known to certain alchemists that can damage a man's mind, make them think whatever the chemist wants them to think. It alters their behavior in ways so subtle that the subject thinks it was their own behavior."

Brennan looks carefully at the Sheriff.

"It is also possible that you just suddenly received an epiphany regarding your love of pigs. But... the man I spoke was poisoned by a rival who used his confusion to his advantage. To make matters worse, the poisoned man died as it damaged more and more of his brain, I feel like it's worth being certain, yes?"

His voice hardens.

"Think carefully. Do you remember the day you decided you loved pigs? Do you remember what you were doing when realization struck, or who you were with? It is very important. You were a respected, important man in this town. Are there any who bore you ill will?"

"I realized I loved pig the first time my mother roast one.  She is very good at pig," Enrei says conversationally to Bryce, giving the man a nod and knowing nudge with his elbow.
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In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 78):

Deev nods and pops into a tavern.  In a flash he returns with drinks.

In reply to Deev (msg # 79):

The ex-sherrif accepts the cup gladly and drains most of it at one go.

"Ah, thank you, friend.  I truely did not realize how thirsty I was."

He listens absently to Brennan, his attention apparently torn.  At the mention of death he pays a little more attention.

"That sounds horrifying, truely.  Were there any other signs?  I feel hale, a bit dirty perhaps but that's the price you pay."

He thinks hard for a moment.

"It was a normal day, like any other, it just sort of came to me, almost like I remembered it."  He finishes his beer.  "I was doing my rounds, accounting for back taxes from some pig farmers as I recall... I believe I stopped by Millie's for a drink, it was a warm day you see.  I was talking with the help and... I don't recall the conversation but I just sort of remembered."

He blinks and looks up at the sky.

"I love pigs."

In reply to GM (msg # 80):

Titus takes the drink Deev gave him and swaps his full cup for the sheriff's empty one.

Where is this Millie's?  And when was the last time you ate or drank?

He turns his back and subtly whispers a few words that only Brennan can hear.

I'm sending Deev.

He then puts his arm around Deev's shoulder as he steps away from the group whispering so noone can hear.

There is something going on here.... I'm sure you guessed.  You said you could find secrets.  I need ALL of them.  NOW.  I need every scrap of dirt you can find about the soon to be new lord-ess of this town... and I want you to start at Millie's. 
He hold's Deev's shoulder waiting for the response from Richard before sending him off.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 81):

Richard accepts the cup gladly.  "Again, thank you friend.... you're not from around here are you?"

He seems to just now notice Enrei.  "Ah... well then, FAR away."

"You'll find Millie's place in the shadow of the western wall.  Long building, flagon and windmill above the door."

In reply to GM (msg # 82):

"We appreciate your help," Brennan says, looking thoughtful. "Though if you'd like some peace of mind, I wouldn't mind doing a quick test to confirm whether or not your condition is likely to prove fatal. All I would need is a small sample of blood."

He withdraws his syringe and a small glass vial, the action being taken with the deliberate grace of a man who has done the same routine motion a thousand times before.

"I'm a learned man who has served in the courts of several nobles. You can trust that I know what I'm doing, though it will take a little time to run the test. If you're willing, I could meet you somewhere with the results at a place of your choosing later."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 83):

Titus leers in.

You want him to do this.  Trust me, you really want him to do this.  He is my physician and my primary advisor... and no I'm not from around here.

He looks at Brennan.

He wants it.  Proceed.

Titus begins spinning a whole series of distracting stories, some involving pigs.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 84):

Provided the former Sheriff allows it, Brennan takes a quick sample of blood and skillfully bottles it in a vial. He then washes the prick mark and straps cloth over the wound after dousing both in alcohol.

"Keep that covered overnight, and tell me where to find you once I've run my tests."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 85):

Titus smiles broadly.

You see!  Nothing to it!  Where will you be?  We can find you once the tests are done... or should we just check out the local sties?

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 85):

The ex-sheriff is clearly confused by the proceedings, muttering something about leeches and humors, but he allows a sample to be collected.

He shrugs when asked for his whereabouts.

"I've been run out of my home, so the streets are where I live for now.  I've applied to help the local farmers but..."

In reply to GM (msg # 87):

Titus claps his hand on the man's shoulder in a genuine sympathetic gestures. Despite this he allows his voice to travel enough so that nearby people can hear him clearly, while handing the man 2 pennies a chip.

I know what it is like to be driven suddenly from your home, get yourself a hot meal and a place to sleep tonight.

He pulls the man into an embrace.

We will do what we can to help you.

He turns to Brennan

Any more questions for the sheriff?
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 88):

"No, that's all for now. I'll have more questions once I've run my tests. You have my thanks for your cooperation."

He glances at Titus.

"If I may suggest it, give the man some coins, my Lord. Put him up in a local tavern where we'll know he'll be safe for a couple days."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 89):

Let's get over to Millie's we'll see if we can get any questions answered a room to scrub up.  If need by we can find some oil and perfume from there.

Sound good?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 90):

Brennan raises an eyebrow, apprehensive that "Millie's" will prove to be the sort of place for a lord and his retinue to prepare for a wedding. Still, he has no better idea and ushers the rest along, if needed.

"Let's get to it."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 91):

Once Richard is away, Brennan dumps the vial of blood into the cup and whispers into it softly.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 92):

Without much trouble, you navigate the (surprisingly orderly) streets of Eastwatch and find the tavern called "Millie's"

It is a large building with a few rooms to lease above a large serving area with enormous windows that open and lock to accommodate a spacious beer garden.  It's nice enough that nobles wouldn't be ashamed to attend, but not so nice as to attract tourists or anyone with a good deal of money.

A few occupy the thin tables set in the sawdust floor of the inside, while a dozen or so are drinking and enjoying a meal at tables outside.

An impressive stack of barrels lines the back wall, enough to arch over the low entrance into the kitchens behind.  Judging by the deep red stains that permeate every piece of visible wood, a good deal of wine is served here.

In reply to GM (msg # 93):

Titus saunters up to the bar and begins chatting easily with the barmaid.  Trying to find out anything he can about the wedding, specifically the bride, who she is and where she came from.  He also asks about baths, some soap, and meals for his team.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 94):

The barmaid (and also a barman, your choice) turn out to be a couple who own and run Millie's.  Interestingly, neither of them is named Millie.

The wedding was officially announced the day prior, and will be held shortly after sunrise tomorrow.  The whole city has been in a tizzy preparing for this event, the likes of which few have ever seen and none expected to see of Lord Garr.  He had never shown the inclination to marry again (he has a son from a previous marriage) and given his age none thought that would ever change.

Not only did he announce a sudden inclination to marriage, but to a commoner nonetheless, who the owners of Millie's claim proudly worked for them for a short time as scullery maid and "a little o this and a little of that for the clientelle" ::wink wink::

As to her history, they profess to know little, not even her name and parentage.  They always assumed she was an orphan or refugee.

Apparently, despite the short timetable, the intention of Lord Garr and his future wife is to throw as grand a party as possible, with incredible detail and scrutiny on every aspect.  Hence the hubbub and soldiers.

Baths and hot water can be purchased at reasonable expense.  Soap for an additional "reasonable" fee, and fine soap "from Long Plain, won't crumble neither" can be had at a ridiculous price.

In reply to GM (msg # 95):

Brennan chats good naturedly with their hosts. Once a lull in the conversation presents itself, he inquires about Richard's last visit to the establishment.

In reply to GM (msg # 95):

As she mentions the bride's work history he beams.  He sours slightly as they describe their lack of knowledge.  He sighs heavily and starts laying it on thick.

Then today is truly a blessed day madam.  I am planning on attending that very wedding, and I want to give a truly spectacular gift, but for it to be great I have to know more about our fair maiden.

I have heard so many stories about her it is hard to know what is true and what is just idle tongues wagging.  I heard one man say that she is so beautiful that birds flit around her head as she sings.  Another who says that she glows pink in the afternoon... a third who says that just smelling her will cause you to fall in love.

Can you tell me anything at all about her time in the tavern.  Were people different around her?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 97):

The couple offer mostly shrugs concerning the young lady who Garr intends to wed.

They note she was pretty enough in her own way, they suspected she got enough side business anyhow.  Mostly quiet, kept to herself, never much chatted with the rest of the help.  They got the impression she was a little big for her britches, so to speak.

Of Richard, they just shake their heads.  "Regular as the sun he were," comments the husband, "could see him every other day, not every, every other.  Good enough sort, never let his station get to his head.  Upjumped sellsword truth be told, but a good enough sort."

Of the last meeting, they recall nothing special.

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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 99):

"My thanks for the information. Do you happen to know any purveyors of clothing, oils, and perfumes after the local fashion?"

This information tucked away, he then instructs the party about basic etiquette, as well, but aware of how little time they have he sticks to the very basics and to specifically wedding stuff.

OOC: How's the sign language coming along?

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 100):

The tavern keepers take a moment to assess your group, then finally decide on some recommendations for tailors and note that there is no perfumer here, but the alchemist is able enough.

If you follow the instructions, you will find a basic tailor's shop selling nothing fancy.

If you ask about, particularly if Titus asks, you will be told of the tailor who creates clothes for Lord Garr.  This shop is likely more what you had in mind.

OOC:  You've only had a few days practice, so not much more than you had before.  Let's say a sign per day so far.

In reply to GM (msg # 101):

"We need to thread the line between appropriate, affordable, and available," Brennan advises Titus. "That last bit matters most."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 102):

I think that we eschew the style and go with the clothing that I had made for the group.  This is a case where I would rather stand out than blend in.

I have clothing of sufficient cut and cloth for each of us in the party, plus we would be wearing matching livery.

By standing out we would grow the legend.  The rest of the trappings we can do in town.

Titus carefully sets down a bundle on the table and shows the clothing that was made in town.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 103):

Brennan looks it over, discussing the implications of nonconformity but clearly not opposed to the idea.

"Using this clothing saves us a lot of time and money, which is important. We'll need some oil and perfumes from the alchemist, and we'll need to sort out exactly how we play the gifts situation."

He frowns.

"And then you absolutely need to go greet his Lordship in person. We cannot do too many nonstandard things at the same time. The clothing and the song-as-a-gift is already pushing it."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 104):

Titus smiles and lowers his voice so only Brennan can hear.

I fully plan to meet him in person.  I'll need to find out if my tales have reached this town yet if so this is an easy sell.  Besides its easy enough to give him some bullshit trinket... and make it appear magical, especially if your in the room to conjure up a breeze while I speak to him.  Lets find a ring, a necklace a broach.  Broach would be good. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 105):

Brennan nods.

"As long as it isn't as expensive as it looks..."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 106):

Titus holds up 'Fastbender's ruby bracelet' smiling.

Less than a chip.  But this one is mine.  Its too much a part of the legend already to be given away. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 107):

Brennan agrees to the plan, such as it is, and assist with the preparations as much as he is able. He continues to drill everyone in the basics of etiquette, feeling every bit like Professor Henry Higgins in the process.

Enrei is mostly silent during the plans and preparations.  Though he would like to simply enjoy some time in a tavern, it's obvious that Brennan and Titus are working at something so he simply follows dutifully, looking a bit bored.  When Brennan starts instructing etiquette Enrei is as receptive and capable as he is at learning language, unfortunately.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 109):

Bryce and Deev too follow along mostly silently to the tailors, at which point Bryce announces he's had enough.

"If yer playin' at nobility, I'll stick out like a sore thumb anyhow.  I'll be at Millie's and see if I can learn anything by being more... passive.  Find me there if you want me."

He also offers, very conveniently to the plot, to find a stable for your horses.

Deev continues to trail along like a puppy, but he is clearly more comfortable here than in the woods.

You are able to find a merchant selling trinkets and oddities easily enough, and with Titus' charm and Brennan's wit, to negotiate a price of a few pennies.

In reply to GM (msg # 110):

Brennan doesn't object to Bryce taking his leave, seeing as a sullen, unwilling "steward" would be quite obvious to the court of Lord Garr.

After securing the necessary trinkets and clothing and oils and perfumes (total cost?), Brennan helps his allies dress and groom themselves appropriately.

"Be sure to wear all of your jewelry," he says, putting a hand to his chin and frowning while considering Titus's proposed regalia. "Including your signet ring, which should either be worn on a prominent finger or on a chain of precious metals about your neck, like an amulet. Any document signed with your seal is considered law of the land, or words from your mouth. Every noble worth his salt keeps it with them at almost all times."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 111):

Jewelry you are able to get cheaply enough, given how little you care for the actual quality of the stuff.  Perfume is rather more expensive.  The local Alchemist seems to have little interest in the stuff, and so buys it from merchants for resale at ridiculous prices.

All told, it will cost you 2 chips, 1 penny

In reply to GM (msg # 112):


What of the... complication... I mentioned to you earlier?  Soon we will be inexoraly entwined.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 113):

"I suspect that, if what we discussed is in fact the case, it will be readily apparent. And she will be just as intrigued as we are."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 114):

Titus dons the Diadem from the witches wears his sword prominently at his hip puts on all of the gaudy costume jewelry, especially the Ruby Bracelet of power that is rapidly becoming a Fastbender.  He straightens his back slipping into role.

Its showtime.

After this point all semblence to the Titus you knew is now gone.  He moves, speaks, and carries himself as a somewhat down to earth noble.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 115):

The clothing each of you has been given fits quite well and matches your personal style (Titus has an eye for this).  Each is made to each of your specifications to make you comfortable but look good.  The cloth is durable but of quality, indicating that the look is not the only consideration.

Titus' outfit is, of course, the most adorned, gray double breasted with buttons running down from mid shoulder.  He wears it buttoned halfway up and folded back to show a black triangle of backing countering his white shirt.  The crest of Fastbender, the stylized yin-yang is on the back of the shirt.  The armpits are cut out and laced down the bottom in a fighting jacket style.  The shoulders are built out and it is tapered down to his thin waist.  On his left arm he wears a red bandana with the same symbol.  He passes these out to each party member with him.  The pants blouse out at the knee allowing full range of movement and allowing him to do any acrobatics or fighting unencumbered.  These are tucked into his traveling boots that were cleaned up for this occasion but clearly showing significant wear.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 116):

You find a suitable place to bathe and change into the attire Titus provides.  You are now dressed in much finer, though not elaborate or expensive, attire more suited to meeting nobles.

The Lord's home is not hard to navigate to, it being set in the north-eastern quarter in a small grassy park, but you will need to decide how to approach the through the throng:

A decent queue of laborers and merchants has formed and looks to be bringing goods and decorations for the festivities.  They move along slowly and deposit their loads at the kitchen door in one of the two connected tower homes, but not after a rigorous inspection by the city watchmen who seem to be on orders to be absolute fussy about each detail of every bite of produce and bolt of cloth.

More than a few merchants are turned away without pay.

In the field: a team of workmen labor erecting a dance floor, a large tent, and many tables and chairs as well as a festive bounty of flowers and banners.

You do not see many nobility coming and going, though one man who is clearly a knight or lesser lord stands by the entrance to one of the towers talking with a few guards.

In reply to GM (msg # 117):

"Are you ready for your big entrance?" Brennan asks softly.

Upon receive the affirmative, Brennan cracks his knuckles and flings his arms wide.

[The Name of the Wind: 2x3, 2x6]

At his silent command, he instantly conjures up a stiff breeze that swoops through the throng and causes the banners of House Fastbender to flutter unerringly. The wind seems to softly caress those it passes, as though gently shoving their attention toward Titus.

"Stand aside! MAKE WAY!" he bellows, his voice carrying unnaturally across the sudden torrent of sustained wind. "Still yourselves, for the good Lord Fastbender approaches! MAKE WAY, I say! Make way for HOUSE FASTBENDER!"

OOC: Make waaaaaay, for Prince Aliiiiiiiiii.
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Enrei has some issue being convinced to remove his new coat or old vest to wear Titus's new clothes, and even once talked into the costume he attempts to wear the old canvas vest over it, as he did with his coat.  If Brennan or Titus press the matter it is a difficult debate that ends with his knives and small bag of coin still on his hips, and his usual smile much diminished, but otherwise looking his part.  He is, however, just as taken with Brennan's entrance as anyone else in the crowd, his wonder at how an entire house might be coming audible to anyone close enough.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 119):

At once, all eyes are on your party, noble, enlisted, and commoner alike.

As the winds pass and you approach the home of Lord Garr, the commonfolk fall into hushed whispering while the guards tighten their grip on weapons and come to something more like attention.

The small crowd creates space for you to pass.  From somewhere, a mousey-looking man with thin hair and a long nose appears and hurries toward you.

"My lord, I... I am Lord Garr's head steward," he bows slightly, quickly composing himself.  "A thousand apologies, we were not alerted to your arrival."

The knight, previously standing beside the main door to the manor, marches forward along with a swordsman of matching livery.  He lifts his visor in salute.  You see he is an older man, perhaps late forties or more, with white hair and a face that is a ruin of scars.

"My lord, I am Sir Mark of the Hearth.  Welcome to EastWatch, I hope your journey was pleasant and that your stay with us will surpass it."


"Indeed," agrees the stewart, folding his arms delicately.  "My lord is temporarily indisposed, wedding preparations you understand, but I will alert him of your arrival and I am certain he will arrange to receive you within the hour."

In reply to GM (msg # 120):

Titus graciously receives the men.

The audience hears faint whispers of his journey as they walk.  His footsteps thud like an earthquake with each step. 

He claps sir Mark on the shoulder as if they were military companions.  In a voice that carries

I'm glad to be at Eastwatch.  My wanderings have taken me far and wide, but when I heard tell of the preparations for the festivities I had to check it out myself.  I just came from [ooc: Name of small village... totally blanked on it], and was told of the hospitality of this town.  I'm certain nothing will be amiss... that we can't handle.

He says with a rakish and wolfish smile of a man at arms.

I completely understand your Lords occupation.  We shall await his return.  Are you able to take some ease with us?

With that Titus begins pumping everyone around him for information about the Lord and the new wife to be.  Any changes come over people since the time of the wedding, anything else that Brennan may want to know.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 121):

"Well met," Brennan says, bowing as appropriate to both the steward and the knight.

He says nothing more than pleasantries until the moment Titus's attention turns toward gathering information, at which point he begins speaking softly toward the steward.

"What my good Lord means to say...," Brennan begins, lowering his voice so as not to cause the steward untoward embarrassment. "...is that he will of course tolerate some slight delay, given the overly hectic nature of this fine day and our own unheralded arrival. Lord Fastbender is a reasonable man. But he trusts any such delays, however understandable, will be suitably brief."

He claps the steward on the back good-naturedly.

"Doubtless you're heard the stories of Lord Fastbender's largess? They are true! I assure you, Lord Garr's graciousness will be rewarded -- as will the attentiveness of his loyal retainers."
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 122):

The steward trundles off and vanishes through the door to Lord Garr's home.

Sir Mark nods in approval and rests his hand lazily on the pommel of his sword.

"I must confess, I have heard no tales of your Lord," he replies to Brennan.  He smiles and tilts his head defferentially to Titus.

"That is not to point a fault in your lordship, the fault lies clearly with the remoteness of our good city.  Please, indulge my ignorance if you will?  From where do you hale?  I have ranged far North and even been to the Badlands by way of Goose Neck.  Where have your travels taken you?"

One man-at-arms stands off to Sir Mark's side, but the rest continue their job of guarding doors and inspecting goods.  Sir Mark clearly has little interest in these proceedings and appears to welcome any distraction.

In reply to GM (msg # 123):

"The Badlands? I'm glad to see you made it back to safety. Truly, that feat alone is a worthy testament to your valor and skill."

"As for us, we've ranged far afield lately. Most recently, our travels took us in a roundabout route from Thornwatch. My Lord was taken with the stories of its great hedges and brambled barriers and wanted to see them for himself. All fortification solutions are potentially interesting in these troubled times, as I'm sure you'd agree."

He smiles at Titus for a moment, then turns his attention back to the Sir Mark.

"Lord Fastbender's banner once flew over a small port to the north capable of supporting more than 600 citizens. They were an industrious sort -- craftsmen, fishmongers, rice farmers, shipwrights, and the like. But as a Northman yourself, I need not tell you that they are sturdy men-at-arms when called upon."

"I use the past tense because, while his grandfather built a mighty domain, his father sadly lost much of it in battle. My Lord managed to escape, and then-"

He pauses.

"But I forget myself. Lord Fastbender takes great pride in his ancestral home, and would love to talk to you about them himself."

Brennan catches Titus's attention and beckons him over.

"My Lord, Sir Mark have traveled extensively through the North -- up through the Badlands, by way of Goose Neck. I thought you might enjoy the opportunity to indulge him with tales from home while we wait upon Lord Garr's generous hospitality."
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 124):

Deev shuffles his feet awkwardly and avoids meeting anyone's eyes.

In reply to Deev (msg # 125):

Sir Mark nods.

"Indeed, the Badlands are as they say, desolate and overrun with savages.  Though truth be told, few of them can sit ahorse with a lance and fewer still have proper armor or training.  Though dangerous when caught off-of-guard, they scatter at the first sight of a true formation."

He draws his hand across his chin heavily.

"But to be honest, I'd be happier if I never set foot west of those swamps again.  Disorganized or not, it is not a safe place."

In reply to GM (msg # 126):

Been there.  Done that.  They took the town in less than an afternoon.

Titus says bitterly looking at his feet.

I was a boy and fortunate to be out with my mentor, Brennan.  When we came back and I saw the fires he had to physically restrain me from charging back in.  Since then he has been protector and companion.  Though enough unpleasantness... onto happier things.

With that Titus starts regaling Sir Mark beginning with some bland adventure tales from the Badlands but quickly transitions to his carefully rehearsed tales from their current ventures.  Some of these tales come with light illusory enhancement.  His bracelet pulses as he tells the stories of witches and he offers up the Sword for Sir Mark to inspect.

He smiles as the stories come easy and he takes the demanor of an old soldier matching Sir Mark's.  He plays up Brennan's intellect, Enrei's strength and his dexterity and wits.

I'm surprised, this is the first town where my name hasn't preceeded me.  I must say its kind of nice to come in with a blank slate for once.

SHIT! FUCK! GODS DAMNIT!  Maybe the lord has a better pulse on things

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 127):

Sir Mark does not seem overly impressed with Titus' personal history, but listens with great attention to the tales of your late exploits.

He furrows his brow and moves his lips silently at the description of the battle with the witches, eyes caught by the flashing bracelet Titus wears.

"That's... truly a remarkable tale my lord.  Yours is quite the tale... we have heard rumors of witches to the south to be sure, but this seems to seal it.  I am certain my lordship will take great interest in this news."

He asks several follow-up questions, mostly concerning tactics and details about the horrible battle with the witches.

In reply to GM (msg # 128):

Titus switches mode from story telling to inquisitive.

He tells Sir Mark about their tactic in which Brennan was able to identify the weakness of the witch, Enrei used his strength to remove their weaponry and Titus struck from the shadows at the point identified by Brennan.

Your face tells me that you are a man with a great many tales.  How long have you served your lord?

With this he turns the conversation back to Sir Mark, asking him about his service and his relationship to the lord.

Enrei is nearly as awkward as Deev, though rather than avoiding eye contact he cranes his head around hoping for something interesting to happen.  When Titus starts spinning his stories Enrei is momentarily enraptured, and when Sir Mark starts asking about tactics he considers opening a discourse about the nuanced strategy of punching things in the face, but Titus's change in tone quickly drives him back to distractable boredom.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 130):

Sir Mark is glad to chat as you wait for the steward's return.  He expresses that his time would be better spent bolstering defenses than attending a wedding (though he makes this point with full respect and deference to the importance of the nuptuals).

He will tell you offhandedly that the Ogres have been venturing further and further south, and that Xander's patrols have been seen not far West of Eastwatch.

The battle lines, it seems, are blurred this close to the mountains.  Lord Garr naturally remains loyal to the true King, but where his reach ends and Xander's begins can be difficult to ascertain.

Of his own history, Sir Mark is very forward:  he is admittedly an upjumped soldier: son of a wealthy but common landowner, nephew of a  paig to Lady Shanda Garr.  He served Lord Garr dutifully for several years as a common footsoldier after spending some time fending off raiders in the Badlands, and was granted the right to train as knight at a very late age (19).

Soon after knighting he was granted a small parcel of land and the serfs on it, dubbed the Hearth.

Of Lord Garr: he will tell you "the man has forgotten more about tactics than I could ever hope to learn.  He is a wise man, to be sure, and it would be a shame were he to pass into the Dream of Heaven without an heir."

He nods to himself.

"Sudden as this marriage may be; mayhap it is just the practical wisdom of an old soldier looking to sow the seeds for succession. Even sowing late in the season is preferable to leaving the ground fallow."

In reply to GM (msg # 131):

"If I may, who currently stands next in line to succeed Lord Garr, if not his own seed?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 132):

Sir Mark smirks.

"Aye, that would be the question of the hour.  By right, it would be his nephew.  However, he is not of age and so for a time the lands would remain in custody of Lady Shandra Garr via the boy's mother as Matron.  Complicated, and during that time, who knows what may transpire.

Many are concerned that it will take some years to sort out."

In reply to GM (msg # 133):

Brennan nods sympathetically.

"Succession is rarely as neat and simple as it appears on paper, sadly."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 134):

Have you met the new lady of the house?  There seems to be a remarkable dearth of information about her.  Also what of Lord Garr, what kind of man is he.  Anything I should know before I meet him?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 135):

"My Lord is wise above all, cautious and calculating, not the sort to make rash decisions.  He's seen too many battles for such."

He sighs heavily.

"And that tells me all I need to know about his new lady.  This wedding is most unexpected.  If my Lord feels such a prompt change is warranted, it must be for good cause."

You all (apart from Enrei) clearly note a change in meter to Sir Mark's voice.  His last comment is rote, not sincere.
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In reply to GM (msg # 136):

"Tell me, Sir Mark... have you heard of the curious fate which befell the town's sheriff? I heard tell that he knew the bride-to-be quite well."

He lowers his voice.

"And what's more, that he had even spoken with her on the day he... er... took leave of his senses, as it were."

Brennan takes care to note the knight's expression and reaction to this news.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 137):

"Another mystery to be sure," Sir Mark agrees, glad to change the subject.

"I've only had the honor of meeting the man once or maybe twice, as my duties allow me to linger here.  However, I had heard nothing but praise sung of him, even the commoners seemed disposed toward him.

Were it not for the... depth of his indiscretions, I am sure an investigation would have been mounted.  With the additional diversion of planning a wedding, the town has had little time to do more than spread rumors.  As it is, I assume insanity, but what cause?  I cannot say."

He leans forward and whispers close enough that you can identify what he had for lunch.

"I would advise your lordship to make few inferences about rumors surrounding his future bride.  Curiosity is wise, caution and deference wiser.  Your questions are well met, and I too wish I had more answers, but I will not have my Lord insulted to his face while I am around."

He smiles again and relaxes a bit.

Almost on cue, the steward re-appears.

"His Lordship will see you now... but I must beg your forgiveness once again.  Lord Garr is very busy and will have but a few moments to speak with you."

In reply to GM (msg # 138):

Titus claps the man on the shoulder.

Thank you Sir Mark.  I look forward to seeing you more at the wedding.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 139):

Brennan nods to Sir Mark and the steward.

"Our thanks for your generous hospitality."

He will motion for Titus to follow the steward, and -- as he was not invited -- makes no move to follow of his own volition unless he senses he would be permitted to do so.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 140):

Titus sweeps up Brennan with an arm perfunctorily obviating the question.

Come let us meet our host.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 141):

Brennan will allow himself to be swept along, now that his "lord" has insisted.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 142):

The steward bustles you quickly past the throng and into the northernmost of the two towers that make up the Lord's mannor.  He takes you through the main entrance where Sir Mark was standing rather than the kitchens, as befits a lord.

The guardsmen at the door step aside quickly, though they hesitate as Enrei passes, eyeing one another cautiously.

The door opens into a small dark chamber, which you step through quickly into a larger open space that is equipped to serve as both armory and barracks should the need arise.  A good number of guardsmen sit about resting or playing at dice.

The steward ushers you quickly up a spiraling staircase to the next floor, which opens into a room filling the entire diameter of the tower.  The room has high ceilings and thick wooden slabs for floors.

Lighted sconces are spaced between enormous tapestries depicting a war fought among the mountains against pale tattooed foes and ogres, enormous beasts with two heads.

A large number of trestle tables are upended against the walls so that the room is mostly empty but could be easily converted into a great hall for entertaining and feasting.

At the far side of the room, beneath the banner of House Garr, are two large and well crafted but simple wooden thrones.

On one of them sits a bull of a man, all shoulder and chest.  He has a carefully trimmed white beard that fades into salt and pepper at the top of his head.

He wears simple clothes and the set of his body implies he is more comfortable in maille than doublet.  He leans forward, not fully resting in his chair.

The steward clears his throat as Sir Mark, who followed you in, takes up residence off to one side sword on hand.

"My Lord," the steward intones in a loud voice that echoes slightly.

"I present to you, Lord Titus Fastbender of the house of that name.  Lord Fastbender, you are in the home of Lord Torrence Garr of house Garr.

My Lord, Lord Fastbender has come to pay his respects at the eve of your nuptuals."

The steward bows and steps to one side.

In reply to GM (msg # 143):

Titus steps forward and bows formally.  He, for the most part, follows the decorum that Brennan taught him but he has played it in a more militaristic fashion than honeyed courtesans.

My Lord Garr it is a pleasure to meet you under such joyous circumstances.  Tales of your upcoming wedding have spread far and fast and I made haste to arrive in time.  I thank you for your hospitality.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 144):

Brennan uses rudimentary hand gestures to signal to Titus as best he can.

Enrei's attention span finally fails as the steward leads them through the barracks and as he sees the men playing at dice.  He lingers for a moment and when he looks up, his position at the back of the retinue (and the rest of the retinue) is gone.  He wanders over to look over their shoulders at the game, "Can I play?"
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 145):

Titus looks puzzled for a second and continues on.

Me and my retinue wish you a happy wedding; and as a token of such I would like to offer you a gift... If I may approach

To this point the 'ruby' on Titus' arm has been pulsing gently.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 147):

Brennan nods his approval, though this expression belies his apprehension.

This gift is either going to go over very well, or very poorly. I hope Bryce stabled the horses within running distance...

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 148):

Garrison

The soldiers look up as one, taking an immediate interest in Enrei.

There is a long pregnant pause that Enrei does not notice at all.

"Well... if'n yer lord'll allow..." one ventures.

They shuffle a bit to make space for Enrei, or possibly to avoid being to close to him.

Another man 'explains' the game.  Enrei is positive they said he'd need some coins and that he should roll the dice... and the game LOOKS similar to a game he knows from home...

As Enrei listens, the other soldiers lounging about gradually stop whatever else they were doing and come closer to the table to watch.

Audience Chamber

"Ah, yes, my lord," the steward injects.  "A lord from the north lands.  His parentage is little known here."

Lord Garr narrows his eyes then nods.

"More than like, the land of your father and your father's father have been siezed by the traitor, whose name shall not be spoken in my home.

I bid you joyous welcome.  While you are in my home, you and your men shall be taken care of."

Lord Garr does not smile easily, it seems.  He signals at the steward, who vanishes through the door, only to return later followed by a young boy bringing wine and bread.

While you wait, Lord Garr nods and signals for Titus to approach.

Sir Mark's hand remains fast on the pommel of his sword.

Enrei sits among the men in the space provided and listens carefully to the description of the game.  When the subject of coin enters into the equation he pulls the bag of chips from his hip and sets it on the table.  He opens it up and shows its contents to the man doing the explaining, "Okay, how many coin do I need to play?"

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 150):

Brennan gratefully accepts the wine and bread when it is offered, but only in as much as decorum dictates. He debates having the wine poured into the cup hanging from his belt, but decides against sending the message that he does not trust his host's utensils.

He glances at Lord Garr appraisingly.

He appears to be of sound mind and body to me. If he is enchanted, it is subtly done.

Brennan's gaze next wanders to Sir Mark, noting his posture.

I wonder if he has failed in providing security for his liege lord before, to be so...expecting of combat.

OOC: Unless everyone is expected to have their own cups on their person for these situations, a la Renn Faires. In which case he will have the cup filled without delay :)

In reply to GM (msg # 149):

Titus approaches, cautiously, gracefully.  He begins to mirror and amplify the emotions he sees on Lord Garr.  He accepts what is given to him but leaves it untouched for the time being.

Indeed and I'm glad to hear that I am safe in the true king's land.  Since we have been... dispossessed my steward and I have taken it upon ourselves to regroup the power of our house and reforge it, stronger than before.  One day I wish to take it back from the traitor *he spits the word* and then use it to strike directly into his heart.

Though that is a darker matter for another time entirely my lord, and accept my humble apologies for mixing it with such a joyous occasion.  As my ability to make recompense allow me to offer my gift....

He leans forward and looks deep into the Lord's eyes.

It's easy to tell that you are a military man, its ingrained to your bones.  As you know in this world there are still artifacts of great power.  Some to be gained by power of arms, some gifted out of gratitude and some made by something as simple as a mother's love.

He holds up his red pulsing ruby bracelet.

This was given to me by the good people of [blanking on Hannah's town] after my group liberated them from a demon that possessed a murderous murder of crows and controlled a small battalion of animated scarecrows.  I'll admit it was a pitched battle and my tactics were effective... but inelegant.  (/ooc also badass as all hell walking in the eye of a personalized tornado!)

We also found this.

He says touching the broach on his chest.  He unfastens it and as he does it begins to glow white, brighter and brighter until it is shining halos on the table.  He slides it across to the Lord.

I have worn this broach for going on a month now and have found it to be extremely useful.  In moments of great importance it will show the future.  It also appears to have some properties of great fortune as I have experienced great gusts of wind at most opportune moments.

He slowly places it on the table in between them.

I know you are skeptical, I am too, my teacher *nod at Brennan* is a learned man of science.  We didn't believe it until... well... see for yourself.

This whole time he has not broken eye contact with the Lord.  He oozes sincerity.
...I love it when a good lie comes together.  Once you have let it out you can just watch it grow.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 152):

Brennan follows along good-naturedly as Titus spins his tale, providing the appropriate reactions at the appropriate times.

When Titus cues him, however, he appears startled for a moment. Having not expected the request, he was not prepared.

Oh for the love of...

Settling himself, Brennan lifts the cup of wine provided by the steward to his mouth, obscuring his lips as he invokes the name of the wind.

[Windspeaker: 2x7, 2x2]

At his command, a gentle breeze stirs through the room to caress Lord Garr in a warm, sustained spiral that flutters his hair and clothing in equal measure. There can be no mistaking it.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 153):

Garrison

The soldiers raise their eyebrows and Enrei hears whispering behind him.

A soldier with long hair and an overbite points to Enrei's bag of money and holds up three fingers, then hands Enrei the dice.

They are all roughly the same size, but one is reddish while the other two are white.

The man with the overbite makes a shaking motion.

Audience Chamber

Lord Garr remains politely interested in Titus' story until the broach is presented.

He frowns and his eyes go wide.  When the winds pick up and toss Titus' clothes dramatically, he threatens to fall out of his chair.

"This is... QUITE a tale Lord Fastbender."

He accepts the broach with caution, as if afraid it were too hot to touch.  He turns it over slowly.

"I can see you are a man with some experience... experience that only travel in our hard lands far from the great cities can bring."

Satisfied that the broach will not bite, he clasps it in his hand.

"This is indeed a great gift.  Such treasures are rare when they exist at all, and harder won in this life than love for a young man.

I shall cherish this and remember your great generosity.  My steward is sadly correct, it appears that even your family name has been wiped out, for I have not heard it, but I pray to God In His Slumber that some day soon, your name will once again command great regard near and far."

A thought crosses his mind and he weighs the broach in his hand as he leans back in his chair and looks Titus over again as if for the first time.

"I would not stand for such a good man, even if a new friend, to be excluded from tomorrow's pleasantries.  But that is mere decourum, no great gift.  Do you have any boon to ask of me while you are here?"

Enrei dutifully pulls three coins from the bag, one at a time to be sure he doesn't lose count, and sets them on the table.  He looks at the man's hand motion, apes it for a moment before something occurs to him and he picks up the dice in one hand. Then he returns to the motion, shaking the dice dutifully.  It takes a while before it occurs to the soldier to mime casting the dice, which Enrei does on cue.

((5, 4, 5, assuming standard gambler's d6))

In reply to GM (msg # 154):

As soon as Lord Garr clasps his hand around the brooch the illusions kick into high gear (these are only shared with Lord Garr).

Illusions: 2x9, 2x5



All this the lord views while sitting in his chair as Titus stays steady as a rock looking him in the eye and smiling.

He chuckles as the lord's visions end.

My Lord what you saw is for you alone.  These are possibilities stemming from this moment.  Make your best decisions based upon the information within.  Telling other what your visions... ends poorly.  I can vouchsafe that.

/ooc let me know if he changes anything after that.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 156):

Thank him and decline the boon. The wedding and the audience are gift enough, and leave the door open for future collaboration on more favorable terms!

Brennan lacks the letters to get his point across eloquently in sign language, and hopes his silent head shake, smile, and faint bowing motion -- combined with his expression and previous tutoring of noble customs and 'tests of courtly decourm' -- will bridge the gap.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 157):

The Garrison

"Eyes!" the men chorus.  They mime drinking from cups, then the man with the overbite pushes a penny from the collection of coin in the center of the table to Enrei.

For a moment, the players wait, watching Enrei and the dice.

Finally, overbite says slowly "you choose one" he points at the dice, "and call Safe or Risk."

One of the other players whispers something about "simple" but Enrei doesn't catch all of it.

Audience Chamber

Lord Garr stands quite still for some time, his eyes out of focus.  Slowly, a grin creeps across his face and turns into a genuine smile.

"This is... a great gift Lord Fastbender," he says with a sigh.  "Normally I do not trust magics or sorcery but... well this is MOST fortuitous."

He shakes his head and looks at you directly.

"I forget my manners, you must excuse me.  After so many years I happen upon the woman of my dreams and then mere days later I recieve a prophetic vision of our union... clearly my wedding is blessed in God's mind.  I... well, speaking of Dreams of Heaven..."

He rises from his throne and steps down toward you.  Only then do you hear the shuffle of petticoats and skirt behind you.

Turning around, you are met by a woman descending the stairs.

She is mostly unremarkable but for a clever gleam to her eyes and a distinct shine of her raven hair from the torchlight.  She is dressed in a fine long gown of green silk and wears far more jewelry than either neccessary or appropriate.  All of her attire appear brand new and does not go at all with the vibrant light purple aura you see around her whole body.

"Oh, my sun, my moon!" Lord Garr croons in a totally different voice.  "You have once again graced me with your radiance.  Come, we have guests!" he hurries across the room so that she can take his hand and then ushers her carefully to the pair of thrones.

He is easily twice her mass, and treats her carefully as if she were made of porceline.


"Now," Lord Garr says with a sigh as he and his lady sit side-by-side.  "I would like to introduce to you, my bride-to-be, the ever-lovely Anne."  He beams.  "Isn't she just..."

Anne nods and smiles, accepting a kiss on the cheek from her future groom.  Her smile is one of curiosity as she eyes you.

Suddenly remembering something, she extends her hand.

Enrei follows the men in their mimed drink a half-beat after the rest of them, and looks at the group with a mix of confusion and curiosity until the additional instruction is provided.  He looks at the dice seriously as he considers his options before finally pointing to the red die, "This one.  I will call this one Risk."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 159):

Garrison

The other players at the table hold up their hands almost at the same time.

"No bet..." overbite explains.  He points to Enrei's penny, then slides it back into the central pile of coin.

The player to Enrei's left takes the dice with a shake of his head and rolls them.

1 3 4

He pushes the 3 into the middle.  "Risk," he exclaims.

As Enrei watches, one of the other players snatches the offered 3 and says "Bet!"

He rolls this one.  2

With a grin, he takes 2 pennies from the central pile and the dice pass again.

2 5 1

This man thinks for a moment, then pushes the 5 into the middle and says "Safe"

OOC:  this is a reaction thing, so if Enrei wants to react before anyone else, a Coordination roll will tell us initiative.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 159):

Brennan nods encouragingly at Titus.

I'm sure I don't have to teach him how to compliment a lady.

Enrei furrows his brow as his penny is retracted to the central pile, but as the next roller takes his turn Enrei watches carefully, hoping perhaps the game is easier to grasp by experience.  When he hears the man call bet he's ready to join in but notices no one else does, and so restrains himself.  When "Safe" is called for the first time he looks around the gathered soldiers expectantly.

((since both Enrei and I aren't completely clear on the rules he'll hold back reacting and just watch until it's his turn again, or a point at which it becomes clear he's not getting a turn without action.))

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 162):

Garrison of Games

"Bet!" overbite calls out, snatching the die.  He rolls it: 3

"Fuck" he says.  The player who initially rolled all the dice takes 2 pennies from the middle.

The next player, overbite, rolls: 4 3 2

He thinks, then pushes the 3 into the middle of the table.  "Safe" overbite says.

OOC: again, do you want to react?

Again Enrei looks curiously at the rest of the table.

((no, but if anyone else shouts bet then I think three makes a pattern and I'll chime in next roll))

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 164):

Titus beams broadly at the woman and as he turns his back to the lord gives her a pursed lips 'your secret is safe with me' look followed by a wink.

I won't blow up your shit if you don't blow up mine...

He looks back to the lord mouth agape.

My Lord Garr, you did not tell me that you had found the vision of Kragga herself!!!

He fawns over her stealing lines from half a dozen plays.  Suddenly he gets serious.

Lord and Lady Garr.  As you know it is customary for visiting nobles to give a gift to their hosts at the wedding.  While I would like to keep this one a surprise it does require consent and some small planning on your part.

One of the things that you may not have heard about me is I am a fair hand at the lute and can carry a tune.  If I may be so bold, your lady has inspired me and I would write a song to the endurance of your love.

I would be honored, if you would make it your first dance as a couple. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 165):

...and of course he kisses the back of her hand.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 166):

Audience Chamber

Lord Garr, totally absorbed in his bride-to-be, does not notice Titus' look, or if he does does not care.  He nods appreciatively at Titus' comments and request, deferring to the lady for approval.

She extends her hand graciously and accepts Titus' lips on it with clear caution.  She smiles politely at the accolades.

When she speaks, her voice has a note of concern.

"I... we would of COURSE be honored by such a gift if... well if I have inspired a song I cannot rightly say no, now can I?"

She smiles and her Lord nods in agreement.

"Yes, yes.  A song about my raven-haired love would be... well likely not so beautiful as she, but a fine gift none the less."

Garrison

Enrei waits, and indeed another player calls "Bet".  He rolls the offered die.

6

He shakes his head and pushes a penny into the pot, then takes the dice himself.  The dice rattle and clink on the table.

5 3 2

He smiles and pushes the 3 to the middle and says "Risk."

OOC: again, reaction time is critical.

Enrei raises his hand, "Bet," he calls out experimentally.

((7, 8, 6 coordination roll))

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 168):

Brennan observes these happenings placidly, waiting for Lord Garr to complete the tradition of the court by asking further questions or bidding them depart until later.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 169):

Of course not, my song could never be so lovely as your lady, but the lake may attempt to reflect the moon and thereby make its own lesser beauty.  I thank you for accepting gifts such as I may give. 

He says cheesing it up.

well this is interesting... all business until she arrives then its fawning puppy dog eyes all around. 

He bows formally.

My Lady, is there anything that I may do for you?  I'm certain you are busy with wedding preparations.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 170):

Garrison

Enrei reaches for the die, perhaps a bit too carefully as it is snatched up by another player first.

He rolls: 2

"Ha!" he laughs, and takes 2 pennies from the central pot.

Play passes to the next player who rolls 6 4 2

He pushes the 2 into the middle.  "Risk"

Audience Chamber

The lady forces a smile to her face.  "You are... too kind... my lord.  I would be honored to hear  your song.  And of course we will dance to it."

Lord Garr nods enthusiastically, eyes practically locked on his bride-to-be.  He catches a glance from her and his head snaps to you:

"Thank you again for the most generous gift, and for your attendance.  If you will excuse us, however, we have further preparations to make."

"But, my dearest," she croons to him.  "Certainly Lord Fastbender will stay with us tonight?  We must have a room we can make ready quickly."  She smiles at Titus and Brennan.

Lord Garr's chin wobbles.  "Certainly, most appropriate!"

He nods to the waiting steward, who rushes off to make it so, and beckons for you to follow him.

"And while you're at it," Anne throws after the steward, "have that Lucy girl draw up another bath for me in my chamber."  The steward nods.  "And tell her to be QUICKER this time, won't you," Anne adds, "the last one was tepid."

"I'd hate to have to let Lucy go," Anne mumbles to her soon-to-be husband, "the nights are getting frightfully cold."
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In reply to GM (msg # 171):

Brennan watches this exchange carefully, though not impolitely. He attempts to gauge Sir Mark's reaction to this last bit, in particular.

I wonder if Sir Mark is staying here? And who this Lucy girl may be.

"Bet!" Enrei calls again with hand raised, having learned nothing.

((5,4,3 coordination)

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 173):

Overbite nods and pushes the offered die to Enrei.

Enrei picks it up and shakes it much more vigorously than a single die might warrant before casting it to the table and watching it bounce along before landing with the 2 facing up once more.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 175):

Overbite chuckles as the roller extracts yet another penny from Enrei and adds it to the pile.

OOC:  For fun, you tell me what Enrei THINKS are the rules to this game and I'll summarize how things go from here...

In reply to GM (msg # 176):

Audience Chamber

Brennan keeps his huntsman's eye on Sir Mark, and notices a half eye-roll that is stifled at the last moment when Anne mentions Lucy.

OOC:  ON HOLD waiting for Titus.  No rush, whenever you're up to it.

Garrison

The dice are now passed to Enrei slowly.

Overbite smiles weakly, "If you're SURE ye want ta keep playing?"  His smile is genuine and betrays some sense of guilt at taking money from someone who clearly has no idea what he's doing.

The smiles of the other two players contain no such hesitation, they are very clearly looking forward to making bank.

All of these expressions are totally lost on Enrei.

In reply to GM (msg # 177):

Titus beams a genuine smile at their agreement to his gift.  He bows deeply.

Absolutely my lord, my lady.  I'm sure that you have much planning to attend to.  If there is anything my men or I can do we are at your disposal.

With that he looks around noticing the lack of Enrei for the first time.

Oh God.  Where did the idiot go?!

With that he motions for Brennan and allows Sir Mark to escort him out.  He whispers to Brennan in an urgent hiss:

Oh God.  Where did the idiot go?!
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 178):

"He didn't follow us inside," Brennan whispers back. "There was no graceful way to solve the problem, and our audience is likely all the better for it. He should be easy enough to find..."

"Oh yes, I am very good at games," Enrei responds as he picks up the dice and again shakes them excessively before letting them roll across the table, showing 2, 5, and 5.  "This is eyes?" Enrei asks expectantly, already holding a mimed cup, eager to have caught on.  After his suspicion is confirmed or denied, and appropriate rituals satisfied, Enrei again points out the red die, "This time I think he is safe."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 180):

Garison

"Eyes" the others chorus and mime drinking.

Overbite pushes a penny to Enrei.

"I... 'safe' huh?" Overbite responds, looking at his companions.

They all wait half a beat.

Enrei smiles politely.

"We ah... all pass," Overbite interprets.  He takes the won penny back from Enrei.

At this moment, Titus and Brennan, followed closely by Sir Mark, come tromping down the stairs.

In reply to GM (msg # 181):

"There, you see? We won't have to go far looking for him after all," Brennan smiles as their approach takes them past Enrei's location.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 182):

Titus squats down and watches them play smiling to himself.

Mind letting me in for a few throws?  I think I have some pennies around... Brennan care to join us?
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 183):

Brennan shakes his head.

"Thank you, my Lord, but duty compels me to keep watch while you are at leisure."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 184):

The soldiers look surprised, then look over at Sir Mark who stands at the bottom of the stairwell.

"I... surely... my lord," Overbite stammers.  "We were just practicing... truth be told none of us really knows how to play... wouldn't want to waste your time... my lord..."

In reply to GM (msg # 185):

Titus smiles wolfishly.

Then let me show you how its done.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 186):

"My Lord, a moment?"

Brennan whispers something to Titus.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 187):

Sir Mark sets his jaw and stands not-so-much-at-ease

In reply to GM (msg # 188):

I've been playing at mercenary and rolling in the dirt with ruffians hiding my identity since I was 10.  Some habits die hard.  You made me this way.

He whines at Brennan from his knee while handing out a penny to each player.

There you go.  Now we are playing for fun with my money.  If you want to go home with your penny and tell your wife about the insane lordling you are welcome to do so.

The rest who decide to stay... I was never very good at my math lessons.  He can attest (nodding to Brennan) I doubt I'd be able to keep track of my pennies for more than a turn or two.

He winks.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 189):

Brennan opens his mouth to object, raising his index finger into the air. He holds it there, then decides against it and sighs.

"Nobility," he says quietly in Sir Marc's direction. "Once their mind's made up, there's nothing to be done -- even when you disagree. I'm sure you understand."

He smiles slightly and observes Sir Marc's response.
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 190):

Less talk.  More dice.  Come on join us!

I've always found that if you are going to ask a soldier to die for you then you had damn well better be willing to dice with him!

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 191):

"Thank you, my Lord, but I must beg your leave to decline. You know how I feel about dicing, particularly when there is so much of more import weighing on my mind."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 192):

Stick in the mud thats what you are.

What are we playing gents?!

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 193):

"Eyes m'lord," one of the soldiers says slowly.

"Certainly, we'd be honored an' humbled if you joined us," Overbite offers, making space.

Sir Mark raises his eyebrow at Brennan in a questioning way.

In reply to GM (msg # 194):

Lord to and of the people.

Titus says quietly to Brennan.  He makes sure not to get his finery dirty and sits with the men.  He scoops up the dice and rolls... and pauses briefly for rules clarifications with the voices in his head.

1,2,6

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 195):

"Lord Fastbender believes strongly that the only way to effectively rule the people is to understand them, and that understanding them is facilitated by spending time with them."

He clears his throat.

"Leisure time in particular, as they act differently in court than they do elsewhere, and are more likely to disclose actual wants, needs, grievances, fears, and the like."

"Still," he says, raising his voice slightly so Titus is sure to hear him. "Forgive me, my lord, but do recall that we've a schedule to keep."
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 196):

Sir Mark nods in the "nobility will be nobility" kind of way.

In reply to GM (msg # 197):

Titus pushes the two into the center of the table.

Safe

"Bet!" Enrei declares gleefully, reaching for the die.

((3, 7, 10 coord))

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 199):

Brennan, at least, picks up on the collective sigh of relief from the other players as Enrei grabs the proffered die.

Enrei picks up and casts the die with his established level of vigor.  When it stops he looks at the face with a single pip, then to the faces around the table, curious of the outcome.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 201):

Titus smiles broadly and slides a coin over to Enrei.

Damnitall!

He says laughing.
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Enrei waits for Titus to take the penny back in the strange established ritual but after a moment decides this is unrelated to eyes and adds it to his slightly depleted pile. "Dammitall," he agrees with Titus, smiling as broadly.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 203):

Titus looks at the pile of 8 coins and he starts to play, faster and faster his hands almost blurring as he grabs the die shakes and casts them.  While he plays he keeps up a steady stream of bullshit keeping the men engaged, telling stories and laughing.  He is putting out much of his charm.  By the end of this they will likely think he is tetched in the head but like him.

After 3 throws he realizes that Enrei has no idea how to play and begins to educate him on the game.

...so three of the same is called eyes and on that we drink and you take a coin.  When your roll has no matches then you put one out and call safe or risk.  The first one to call bet gets to roll the dice.... and then risk you have to roll between....

This takes a bit of time and at this point he has about 5 of the coins infront of him. He has lost a few hands and was good natured about it.  He would call eyes loudly when it was rolled. He sees Brennan moving to take him away when he claps grandly and yawns like a cat.

Well Gentlemen.  It has been an honor to play with you. Thank you. He takes one coin and puts it back into the pot.  He takes the four coins and simultaneously walks all four down his knuckles smiling.

Four in, four out.  I do know this much math.

He says with a wink.  He pats Enrei on the shoulder.

Come on.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 204):

Brennan is only too pleased to return to the actual plot.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 205):

The guards shoot to their feet and bow slightly as Titus exits.

Sir Mark follows you out into the sunlight, which makes you blink after being in the greasy firelight of the windowless lower tower rooms.

"My Lord,  I am sure the steward will have chambers prepared for you quickly.  I would not ask you to wait out here among the chaos and disorder for the nonce, if you would like, I will escourt you to Lord Garr's garden where you will be attended to in relative peace, or if you like I can send for you when preparations have been made." Sir Mark smiles but his voice is stiff.

In reply to GM (msg # 206):

Titus smiles breezily.

That would be wonderful.  Come now sir Mark, no need to be so formal.  While we walk tell me a bit about yourself.  Do you have a family?

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 207):

Brennan will walk ahead of or behind the "nobles" in the appropriate fashion as they take in the gardens. All the while, his mind is racing about how to handle the upcoming wedding.

He glances down at the cup.

The sheriff is the key...

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 208):

Sir Mark leads the group between the two towers that make up Lord Garr's residence and into a small but well-kept garden.

Paths are formed between fruit trees and bushes, lined with small yellow flowers .  The hedgerows block out the noise of the preparations so that you only hear the crunch of your boots and the wind whispering between branches.

"I do.  A wife, she is with child now."  Sir Mark is clearly distracted by something.  "So I did not permit her to make the journey here, the roads north are becoming more dangerous, and the midwives say she should rest."

"If is dangerous why is wife with child and not with soldier?" Enrei offers from his place at the back of the group, bored after being pulled away from the dice game just as he thought he understood some of it.
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In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 210):

Lacking any additional insight regarding the sheriff, Brennan turns his attention toward their distracted guide...and any reasons for such distraction.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 211):

I wish your wife the best Sir Mark.

If Sir Mark wants to stay for small talk he will talk with him.  If he looks like he has duties to attend to Titus will dismiss him.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 212):

"I..." Sir Mark says to Enrei with a frown.  He looks to Titus and, catching the "ignore him, he's an idiot", look, simply shrugs.

You arrive at a small grove which has several expensive but simple wooden chairs, a small table, and many flowers.

It is quiet and relatively secluded though only a few rows of fruit trees from the hubub.

"If you'll not be needing me, I'm sure the steward will see to refreshments," Sir Mark graciously asks for permission to leave.

In reply to GM (msg # 213):

We'll be fine without you sir Mark.  Go about your duties.  I'll see you tomorrow.

Titus waves him away lazily then once he is out of site furtively leans over to Brennan.

I need to speak to the bride to be, in private... or with you.  What is the best way to do that.  Ask for a dance at the wedding?  Send her a note?  That seems too skeezy to me. 

Enrei looks at Titus and Brennan as the former attempts to conspire with the latter again, then he sighs and goes looking for the steward.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 215):

"Her schedule is likely kept by a handmaiden or similar attendant. That would be the key to getting a few minutes alone with her, though you would need sufficient pretense."

Brennan frowns.

"What do you hope to achieve? How much time do you need?"

He glances up as Enrei walks away.

"We need to find a way to include him more fully. I want him to feel like he is part of this, and I don't want him gambling away more of our money either."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 216):

Deev jumps when Titus mentions being "skeevy", but calms down when he realizes you're not talking about anyone in particular.

In reply to Deev (msg # 217):

Titus kicks Deev playfully.

Not you dolt.  But don't go being an idiot.

He sucks his teeth as he watches Enrei.

Aren't there normally games of some kind?  Can we enter him in a wrestling match or something?  I mean there isn't a whole lot he can do and he's not particularly built for the court.

He looks around furtively.

I need ten minutes with her tops.  Find out what she can do, let her know that there are more of us than she realizes.  See if she can shed any light on our collective situation.  Firmly get her as an ally... because you saw it plain as day.  As she goes so does the might of this house. 

He smiles.

I already gave the lord a lot to think about when it comes to me.  I get his wife then we have what I think you would call a banner that will answer the call. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 218):

Deev's head bobs like a nervous bird.

"I ken... I could get in to see her... m'lord.  Without anyone the wiser..."

He looks at Titus, Brennan and Enrei, cocking his head to one side.

"Disguising you would be harder."
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In reply to Deev (msg # 219):

"Actually, that's a wonderful idea. If you're able to move freely, you could find a room we could access relatively easily, and then lead the soon-to-be Lady there under some pretense."

Brennan brightens considerably.

"That's a wonderful idea, Deev. Well done."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 220):

Brilliant...  Well done.

Titus muses.

Glad I thought of it.

He claps Deev on the shoulder pulls out some paper and pen and begins to scribble fiercely.  His writing is inelegant but legible... mostly.

Can the lady read? What is the term for a soon to be lady?



The note ends with a simplified version of the Fastbender crest.  The drawing is much better than the penmanship.

So here's the deal Deev.  Go find us a spot, come back here and tell us where it is.  I'll be waiting right here.  I'll follow you to the location and you can go deliver this note.

Remember, she will be able to see you... just like you can see me.  She will know you don't belong immediately.  Tell her the Lord Fastbender requests her presence give her this note.  Make sure you get it back and don't lose it.

Brennan?  Anything I miss?

With that Titus pulls out a new sheet of paper and begins composing music.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 221):

Just the part where this goes horribly wrong and we have to fight our way through good men like Sir Mark to make our escape.

Brennan masks this thought from his expression, instead giving Titus an encouraging smile while shaking his head.

"Nope. Sounds good!"
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 222):

Then its settled!  Deev get to it!

Titus notices a brief flash in Brennan's eyes.

He has doubts.  This will work.  I know it. 
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 223):

Deev's head bobs and he stares at the note intently.  It looks for a moment like he is memorizing every letter, then he finally glances up at Titus.

"M'lord, I don't know my letters too good... but I can deliver it to her and bring it back... what kind of spot do you want?"

In reply to Deev (msg # 224):

Private, but not suspicious if that makes sense.  Separated from people but plainly visible. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 225):

Brennan nods his agreement, then looks over in the direction Enrei had headed off.

The longer he takes, the worse it bodes.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 226):

"Oh... ok.... so I find a private spot where her ladyship might be convinced to meet you in private... and this letter will convince her to follow me to it?"

In reply to Deev (msg # 227):

Enrei doesn't have to walk long before he nearly barrels into the steward, who was hurrying toward your group.  A boy follows carrying a platter of cheese, grapes and nuts and a flagon of wine.

"Oh, is your lord thirsty?  I have brought some refreshment."

"Oh good.  Do you know where is being bride to be...ing?" he asks, apparently not sure how to say the subject of his own sentance.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 229):

"That's the long and the short of it, Deev. Thank you for your help."

He looks at Deev for a moment as a thought comes to him.

I wonder if he can make his face and features more...feminine. I would like to know if our host would be as infatuated with someone who resembles his bride in all physical aspects, but none of the mystical ones.

After Deev has left, he voices as much to Titus.

"If he is able to do that, our options broaden considerably."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 230):

Titus smiles wistfully as he stretches.  A gleam of pure avarice in his eyes.

He can become you grandmother so convincingly... you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

It's a glorious talent.

He sighs

If I had his power I would rule the world...

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 231):

Deev swallows hard, then nods.

He pulls his cloak up over his head, and in that instant he is gone, replaced by a young maiden with strawberry blonde hair and gentle features that neither entice nor offend, making her utterly forgettable.

She bows and darts off down a garden path, not in the same direction as Enrei.

In reply to Deev (msg # 232):

"I'm sure I don't... her ladyship is attending to wedding preparations.  Exactly where and what I would not be so imprudent as to say."

Assuming Enrei does not stop him again, the steward leads the serving boy to Titus and Brennan.

"I beg my lordship's apologies again," the steward says with a bow.  "Lord Garr sends his deepest regrets at asking you to wait, but with the short time allotted for preparations, the additional guests, I'm certain you understand."

The steward oversees serving of the wine, cheese and other snacks.  From time to time he shakes his head slightly at this or that, or notes to the serving boy that one or another flower row need care.

"I trust the garden is to your liking," he inquire without caring about the answer.  "I will excuse myself to inquire as to the state of your chambers, and I hope, send a girl to fetch you presently.  In the meantime, please only ask for what you need." he gestures at the serving boy and, unless asked for something, will depart.

The serving boy is perhaps ten or possibly younger, with scraggly brown hair tightly packed into a tight red cap that matches the darker red of his vest.

Enrei frowns at the steward's dismissal, but does not keep him any longer.  Instead, with a shrug he continues back the way the steward came, looking to find where some wedding prparations are happening, that he might inquire after her there.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 234):

Brennan waits for the steward to leave before turning to the serving boy.

"You're doing a fine job, there," he says brightly. "Lord Fastbender is appreciative, as am I."

He smiles good-naturedly and pops a grape into his mouth.

"Say, you look like the sort of boy who knows a thing or two," Brennan continues, making his voice into a half-whisper. "Maybe you can help me? You see, I'm Lord Fastbender's adviser, which means I'm supposed to know things. But there is something I do not know that's bothering me."

He pauses a moment, for effect, then allows the boy to fill the wooden cup that hangs from his belt with wine.

"So. Penny for your thoughts. What can you tell me about Lucy? I've heard her name come up a few times in Lord Garr's court, and Lord Fastbender is sure to ask eventually. I'd hate to be unprepared."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 235):

The boy fidgets slightly.

"M'lord, Lucy is but a... a maid in Lord Garr's house... my cousin... twice removed I think... or maybe third cousin?  She's been in his lordhip's service a few years I hear... but I don't think the, I mean, Lady Anne, I don't think Lady Anne likes her too well"

In reply to GM (msg # 236):

"Oh?" Brennan asks, feigning surprise. "What makes you think that?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 237):

Titus grunts in frustration while writing his song.  Apparently paying no heed to the goings on with the child on Brennan.  He crosses something out vigorously writes something in and slides it across to Brennan.

Am I stretching on the rhyme for this third lyric?

He says completely apropos of nothing in their conversation.  He points at a line of text on the page.



He fiddles with something in his pocket.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 238):

"I...think you're stretching, my Lord, yes. But it's an interesting idea."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 239):

well damn.

He goes back to writing and humming bars to himself.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 240):

The Flowered Grove


"Oh well... I shouldn't be repeating things... mum says it's bad manners but... well I think they knew each other a while maybe?  Lady Anne is always yelling at her like."

The Grassy Field

Enrei marches back out of the garden and to the field in the shadow of the pair of stone towers.

A team is erecting a series of wooden posts, likely for a tent.  More are piling benches to one side, and a third group is building a dias within the bounds of the posts.

Guards continue to inspect flowers, food and other goods being brought in.  Foodstuff go to the tower house, while flowers and decorations are organized on a table nearby.

Sir Mark continues to guard the door, chatting with a soldier.
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Enrei takes in the scene for a moment as he realises he doesn't know what the bride to be looks like.  Still, preparation seems to be happening, so she must be around somewhere.  He approaches the people moving the benches, figuring their job needs the least attention, and taps one of them on the shoulder, "Hello.  Do you know where is attending bride to be?"
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In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 242):

"Always?"

Brennan frowns slightly, intrigued.

"So, they knew each other before Lord Garr met Lady Anne?"

He pauses.

"Do you know the story of how Lord Garr and Lady Anne met? I imagine it's such a romantic tale that the whole town's heard it."

Regardless of whether or not the boy knows the story (which Brennan will allow him to tell, should he know it), Brennan follows up with:

"Do you think we could talk to Lucy? She is a maid, right? I would like explain to her Lord Fastbender's preferences in terms of bedding and such, so he will be well-pleased with the accommodations."
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 243):

The Field

The man raises his sweaty brow.

"In the tower with m'lord, I shouldn't wonder," he replies huffily.

He immediately returns to stacking benches.

The Garden

There is a vague sense in the air that someone is about to do something foolish...

"Yes, sir.  At least, I think so.

Don't know how they met, truly I don't... just heard rumors is all.  Cook says he saw her when out walkin' the walls and was smitten with her.  Heard a guard say he was... takin' a piss off the wall when she saw his... well he said that she took... it's not mine to say."

The boy is bright red at this point.

"Lucy is easy enough to find, if it please you, sir.  I could fetch her I think."

He is clearly eager to leave.

Enrei, familiar with how to associate with laborers, begins assisting with the stacking as he presses the man, "Do you know where in tower is Mlord?"

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 245):

"I would very much like that. Thank you for your help."

He hands the boy a penny.

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 246):

The Field

The man opens his mouth to object, but when he sees how easily Enrei lifts the benches and remembers how little he wants to be the one doing it, he shrugs.

"The comin's and goin's of m'lord isn't my business is it?" he scoffs.  "Haven't seem him leave and the guard still posted, so I'd judge he's in his chambers or great hall."

He ventures to lean on a spade and watch Enrei work for a bit.

"Havin' seen his bride to be, were it me I'd be with her in my chambers."

Presently, the young boy who brought the wine and cheese speeds by and vanishes into the kitchen.

The Garden

The boy nods and speeds off.

"There is business of coming and going?  Does this make money?" Enrei pauses in his work to look at the man incredulously before resuming the stacking.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 248):

Brennan waits expectantly for the boy to return with his key witness.

"I'll bet you a silver piece she's mundane," he says to Titus. "You seem to like gambling. What do you say?"
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 249):

Deal Titus says without hesitating.
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In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 250):

The Field

The man squints at Enrei.

"I imagine you're joking with me..."  A simple man he may be, but he's got enough sense not to call a giant "stupid".

"If it's employ you're looking for, wouldn't be much sense talking to Lord Gent.  For you... nah for YOU I'd recommend talkin with the guy runs the vinyard.  Tarl."

The young boy dashes back out of the kitchen, followed more slowly by a maid.

The Garden


You needn't wait more than five minutes before the serving boy returns, bobbing down the path with a young lady following behind.

She is perhaps twenty, or a few years shy of it, dressed in simple but clean and well-made working shiff and bonnet.

As she walks her gaze is cast toward her feet, only raising her eyes when courtesy requires it.

She curtsies stiffly.  You judge from her nose and eyes that she has recently been crying.

"M'lord," she says quietly.

The serving boy jiggles nervously nearby on his heels.

In reply to GM (msg # 251):

"Ah, Lucy, is it? Welcome, and thank you for making time to see us on such a busy day."

"My name is Brennan, and mine is the privilege of serving at the right hand of Lord Fastbender."

He turns to Titus and makes a show of getting his attention.

"My lord, loathe as I am to intrude upon your work, I have here the maid you inquired about. Lucy, she's called."

He takes a moment to check the maid for any auras.
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"Vinyard," Enrei repeats the new word letting his mouth roll around it experimentally, "I do nt know Tarl, but I need to find bride to be.  Lord wants to speak to her in private." Enrei pauses his bench stacking to watch the precession of people presenting goods and foodstuffs to the guard and then some of them being shown toward the tower, "Maybe I should get my goat," he wonders aloud.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 253):

Titus looks up from his work at the maid Lucy... noticing (I assume) her lack of an aura he makes a brief sour face.

BAH!  You just made me lose my place. 

His face softens.

Why don't you sit down dear.

Titus says with a broad disarming smile.  He pulls the chair next to him out, when he sees her tear streaked face he jumps visibly and slides his chair close to her adopting a concerned voice.

Is everything all right? you look upset.

He brushes her hair away from her face and offers her a fresh handkerchief.  He begins the process of endearing himself to her as she composes herself a combination of flattery, flirtation and sympathy.  He begins to tease the threads of her story from her.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 254):

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 254):

The Field

"Yes I... maybe that'd be best..." the man goes back to work.

The Garden

Lucy accepts the seat, and seems grateful for some kind company.  She does not, however, react overly warmly to flirtation, likely a combination of being not in the mood for such and the awkwardness of the difference in station between her and Lord Fastbender.

Thought she, quite properly, does not outwardly denounce or complain, you are able to get the following facts from her:

- She did indeed know Anne, years ago when they were young girls.  They were friends, but differences in station drove them apart.  Lucy suspects Anne held a grudge.
- Lucy served house Garr (as has her family) in various appointments, only recently in his own house.
- As far as Lucy knew, Anne has been largely homeless, between work, or had a man between her legs for coin since childhood.  They didn't keep in touch much, but would naturally see one another on the street.  Lucy offered to help, but Anne refused.
- Suddenly, Lord Garr returned home and announced he intended to marry, none other than Anne.
- To Lucy's opinion, Lord Garr is acting very out of character.
- Anne has pretended not to know Lucy, but has been tormenting her with menial tasks and annoyances since.  Today alone, she has been asked to draw several baths only to have them ordered dumped again for being too hot or too cold, and just a few moments ago was told that she must leave Lord Garr's employ.

Naturally, she is very upset.

In reply to GM (msg # 255):

"Told by whom?" Brennan asks quietly. "We were just at audience with his lordship, and you were clearly still counted among the staff in his estimation then."

Enrei nods at the man's estimation and heads out into town at a brisk jog to where Bryce stabled the party's horse's and his goat, intent on leading the goat back with him to present to the guard with the rest of the crowd.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 257):

The Garden

Tears well in Lucy's eyes once again, "Anne... I mean her ladyship dismissed me.  Lord Garr he... he didn't stop her."

Out and About

Enrei wanders the streets until he finds the stable tending to the horses and goat, which he is able to lead without incident back to the festivities.

He has to wait in line behind a butcher and a baker, but finally gets up to the inspection team, a pair of guards who look less than enthused to be doing this.

"Goat" one states as the other shakes his head.

The guard gives the goat a push with one foot, then walks around it.

"Good enough for stew.  Gift or you lookin' to sell?"

In reply to GM (msg # 258):

Titus responds to Brennan...

Remember she mentioned a bath...

He then turns his ministrations back to Lucy

Its ok... there there.  I'm sorry.

Titus gives her a hug.  While doing so he makes an ugly face at Brennan and flips him a chip.

Tell you what.  One of my men and the Sheriff have a room at an inn in the city.  Why don't you go stay with them the night and we can figure out your future in the morning.

We will be traveling on shortly after the wedding... If you please you can come with us, at least for a time.... Brennan, fill her in on the specifics.

He looks her directly in the eye.

Don't worry we will make sure that you are as well off as we can make you. 

He smiles his most charming smile.

Trust me. 

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 259):

Brennan glances at Titus for a moment, the turns to Lucy.

"Lord Fastbender has seen fit to offer you a job among his household staff. We can discuss your remittance and duties should you choose to accept it -- and you are more than welcome."

His tone is gentle and informative, in a not-quite-lecturing sort of way.

"We do spend a good deal of time on the road, however. You'd need to be comfortable with that. Do you have property here? Family? What was your occupation prior to becoming a maid in Lord Garr's household?"

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 260):

The Garden

Lucy wipes away tears quickly.

"What sort of job," she asks with skepticism.  "Begging your pardon, m'lord, but I have never left this town."

In reply to GM (msg # 261):

Brennan will fill you in on the details... If you ask him I need lots of tending to.

He snorts a laugh.

I have get back to writing this song... One of the conditions of my employee is complete non-judgement and non-disclosure of incomplete songs.  This applies to you starting now.

He looks at her seriously.  Then his face breaks out in a grin.

Then he begins humming and writing.  Not giving any sign that he is totally eavesdropping.

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 262):

"Well...what would you like to do?" Brennan replies easily. "Tell me freely. You need not resign yourself to menial tasks like cooking, cleaning, and the like, unless they make you happy. Do you enjoy weaving? Swordplay? Would you like to learn your letters? The possibilities are almost endless."

He looks at her more closely, gauging things like age and athleticism and general health.

"I once served another Lord's household, myself, in a somewhat different capacity than I do now. I tell you, there's nothing quite like the road to make you forget the troubles of home. I am far happier now."
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"This is gift for feasting of nuptuals," Enrei gladly informs the guard, "I catch it myself."

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 264):

The Field

The guard shrugs.  "His lordship thanks you, your generosity is appreciated," he mumbles by rote.

He makes to lead the animal away.

"Anythin' else?" the other guard asks.

The Garden

"I... I COULDN'T leave... begging your pardon my lord," she says with a curtsy.  "I've never been more'n a few miles from Eastwatch, my family is here and all."

OOC:  As GM, I'd rather not track one more NPC on your journey, but won't stop you convincing her to go with you.

"Where is bride to be?" Enrei inquires.  He hands over the lead to the guard, trusting his assuredly vast experience handling wild animals.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 266):

"Your family is welcome, too. But if you're set on staying here, I wish you the best of luck in securing new employment -- and I hope you are spared further wrath from your new Lady. She does not seem the type to forgive and forget."
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In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 267):

The Garden

"No she isn't..." Lucy agrees solemnly.  She looks up at Brennan.  "Do you think she means me further harm?"

The Field

The guard hooks a thumb at the towers.  "In her chambers?  With his lordship?  Not mine to know."

Whatever Enrei expected to happen to his goat, the other guard leads it over to a small pen beside the kitchens to share space with a few more goats and pigs.

In reply to GM (msg # 268):

Titus shrugs.

Can't say I have the read of her as of yet.  Let's just say you'll want to keep your head on a swivel you choose to stay.  I may know more once I've spoken to her a bit more.

What can you tell me about how Lady Anne and her Lordship met?  Maybe you can help me tell the story... the TRUE story

"Thank you," Enrei nods at the guard who indicated the tower and heads past him toward it while the goat is led off by his partner.  If unimpeded he will follow what he remembers of the path that lead to the barracks with the dice game.

In reply to Enrei Omal'i (msg # 270):

"I don't know for sure. I do suspect that whenever something good that happens to you comes to her attention, she will make life harder for you, though."

He looks at her apologetically.

"I'm afraid life can be rather hard when your local nobility takes a dislike to you. Usually the only recourse is to move."

In reply to Brennan Otthild (msg # 271):

Yeah... Nobles are assholes like that.

He looks around at the shocked faces.

What?  Everyone was thinking it!

In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 272):

The Garden

Lucy does not know the "true" story of Lord Garr and Anne's initial meeting.  She can repeat several of the rumors you've heard, but wasn't there when it happened.  He went out into the city as he does every day, and came back with Anne and intentions to marry her.

The Towers

Enrei wanders back to the tower he was in before, and once again runs into Sir mark and a guard.

"Back again outlander?" Sir Mark asks with a smile.  "Does his lordship require something?"

In reply to GM (msg # 273):

Brennan asks Lucy about the sheriff, about the tavern where Anne used to work, about the people who ran it, and about whether Lord Garr would be caught dead there.