Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"   Posted by Director.Group: 0
Merana Sabravin
 player, 67 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Sat 5 Aug 2017
at 09:39
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Merana took a deep breath, adding her own opinion into the mix.

- "I am more concerned with this sensitive information falling into the hands of one who trades in it. I don't know him like you do, but if you think you can keep him quiet without calling in that favor he promised you..."

She was doubtful about letting Tink join in on the meeting, especially since the only reason he would be there in the first place was due to a chance meeting. On the other hand, the members of the group seemed to have had some prior experience with him, and judging by the reactions those had been mostly positive, so it was something she wanted to discuss beforehand.
Doktor Tincture
 NPC, 1 post
Sat 5 Aug 2017
at 14:13
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
"Now now my friends, let us not keep that charming young lady waiting. Indeed!" Tincture said, with a prismatic wave of his lean fingers and an appreciative glance for the young maidservant. "No doubt our welcome will not stand at our leisure."

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Martel Gautaz
 player, 125 posts
Mon 7 Aug 2017
at 12:18
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With little more than a grunt Martel followed the the maidservant inside: Smallfeather was right, he thought, the insights of a broker of information may be valuable in this kind of matter if the man's tongue could be counted upon for discretion
Smallfeather
 player, 111 posts
Mon 7 Aug 2017
at 13:35
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
"Yes, let's enter," Smallfeather agreed. "Just you, though, Tinkles. Your troupe can stay out here where I don't have to keep an eye on them. And your role is to listen, not speak."

Tincture could derail a conversation in his favor faster than any man Smallfeather had ever met, including Smallfeather himself. The only way to preclude him from this was to keep his inclusion excluded.

"Let's do this. The faster we're done here, the sooner we find out how well and truly screwed we actually are."
Doktor Tincture
 NPC, 2 posts
Mon 7 Aug 2017
at 14:31
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Tincture offered a florid bow of consent that almost sent his pince-nez into the dust of the street were it not for a chain about his neck, and pointedly said nothing.
Merana Sabravin
 player, 68 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Mon 7 Aug 2017
at 22:06
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
With Tink's consent, Merana too began making her way towards the now opened gates, intent on seeing the message delivered to its intended recipient. There were other questions that were troubling her, but their goal was paramount if there was indeed an assassin on their tracks. Once delivered, if they would continue to be hunted those responsible would be doing so out of spite, which in turn meant there was little to fear of them for the kingdom as a whole. Not a very reassuring feeling, but she would take her silver lining wherever she could get it.
Director
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Tue 8 Aug 2017
at 14:13
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Crossing to the maidservant, the now-sixsome were ushered into a modest garden - really little more than a manicured wilderness of shrubs and low trees populated by a few scattered songbirds who could be heard hopping about in the hidden recesses of the foliage.

A broad path led from the gate, past a modest stables to the manse itself in which at least a half dozen muscular destriers were being tended by hard looking men. Opposite the stables a small chapel, its roof open to the sky for the perusal of the Dioune, played host to a single bare-pated priest who watched with dour interest as the companions passed.

The manse was a double level affair of stone brick and crisp plaster, hardly looked fit for a figure so august as an Earl of the Veldt, and had they not the recent memory of the unpretentious but indomitable fastness of Fort Rotheron the companions might have assumed some mistake. Ivy crept up the walls and those windows not obscured by shutters boasted glass of a clarity seldom rivalled in the countryside.

The Earl's home wrapped around a courtyard with a decorative fountain, overlooked by broad verandas that wrapped around the inner sides of the structure, and itself guarded by a redoubtable gate, which stood open. The ringing of water and bustling of servants coming and going within the house provided welcome life in contrast to the still grounds of the approach. Florrie looked about the place, troubled. "Such a shame, not a blossom in the place. And a foxglove or wisteria would so brighten such a hard place."

The girl ushered them with silent, demure deference, into the courtyard, then made a left turn, and guided her charges through a small door that flanked the grand main entrance (or as grand as so modest a structure could tastefully present) which stood closed.

True to his word, Tincture hung back at the rear of the procession and spoke not a syllable, though his bright eyes darted about, devouring every movement of the manse's inhabitants.

Within a generous chamber filled with shelves of folios and rolled parchment, and dominated by a heavy mahogany table with ornately carved legs depicting some thick-limbed ivy growing up a fluted pillar, dominated the room. It was scattered with a disorderly array of parchments and scrolls, and a heavy strongbox, as well as a goodly supply of wine bottles. At the far side of this table slouched a thick-set man in fine robes that pulled tight around and expansive midsection. A chain of office hung about a sloppily unlaced collar, a sheen of perspiration covered the man's brow and showed through the thinning hair of his head, and wine stains marred the fine fabric of his front.

He regarded the newcomers with deep-set, dark rimmed eyes full of resigned disinterest. "Lord Halrud, these are the messengers." the girl said, speaking for the first time. "Hnm." the man replied "Enter, all of you. Dioune when did it become so difficult to recall a missive that it took six people to relay it? Come on." He slurred his words, not drunkenly, with the slack-mouthed half-sneer of the habitual drinker.

"Well?"

OOC: One, and only one, of you has had cause to visit the manse before (if you wish). When you post, feel free to share your business, or what your impression was on that occasion. The seneschal won't remember you unless you can beat a whopping difficulty of 12 (habitual drinking has not been kind to his memory, and he's not the sort to remember the common folk). Severe failure might, of course, mean that his memory of you is quite clear and wholly unflattering.

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Martel Gautaz
 player, 127 posts
Sat 12 Aug 2017
at 05:54
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Stepping forward, Martel bowed politely to the seneschal even as his eyes roamed over the man's face and hands. He had forgotten his prior visit until confronted by the stark reminders of it in Lord Halrud's swollen and reddened fingers, and the tincture of ginger and ground cherry stones he had prepared and left clear instructions for. Perhaps not clear enough, for it seemed it had returned as bad as before. He tried to conceal his own wince as he straightened and his mind tumbled through how he might cut everything extraneous from his tale so not to burden the Earl's man with distraction or memory.

"My name is Martel Gautaz, my Lord. Bare two nights past, on the Eve of Victory, we companions were gathered in celebration in Cavalier's Falls. Almost at the turning of the night and under the watchful eyes of the Dioune, a mortally wounded man found us and pressed upon us a message for His Grace, Earl Davin. He was a warrior, a powerful figure, and he passed into Koroth's care beneath the stars but a few moments later"

He paused, saddened, "But before he did, he entreated us to press into the Earl's own hand a token he said might help unravel the mystery of the mission he had been sent on. His name was Signar, of Kithridge"

Despite himself, despite Smallfeather's assurances of the Doktor's trustworthiness and perhaps instead at the frustration he had seen from Merana when he had been too bold previously, he held back directly naming either crow token or the quest that they knew Signar had been undertaking. At least for now

06:35, Today: Martel Gautaz rolled 9,9 using 3D6,2D6.  Perception + Healing + Indigo-Finger Apothecary + Wealthy Second Son - Gout (Embarrassing/Painful Condition) = 6 + 3D6 - 2D6.

Merana Sabravin
 player, 69 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Sat 12 Aug 2017
at 09:30
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Upon entering the room, Merana's eyes darted to take in as many details as possible, though she did not break stride. When the group stood before the seneschal, she too knelt, leaving the speaking to Martel and Smallfeather whom, as men, would be expected to be in charge of such things. While she believed herself capable in the dance of words, in this case she felt it better to act along the lines of what would be expected. And besides, she was not among those that had found Signar along the road, so there was little she would have been able to say about it without turning to her companions anyway: Such would have made her appear ignorant after all.

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Director
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Mon 14 Aug 2017
at 14:34
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Halrud fixed Martel with a flat look. "Signar... Kingsown wasn't he? And the message? In case you'd not noticed I've little time for idle conversation master Gautaz, the Earl's court stands closed after all."
Martel Gautaz
 player, 129 posts
Mon 14 Aug 2017
at 21:37
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
With an embarrassed sigh, Martel bowed his head to the seneschal for a moment before meeting his flat gaze, "I swore an oath in the name of the King that I would deliver it to none but the Earl himself, neither message nor token, from my hand and lips to his hands and ears"
Director
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Tue 15 Aug 2017
at 15:38
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Doktor Tincture caught Smallfeather's eye, a questioning gleam in his own behind their worn lenses. It was clear that this was already more compelling than the neat little man had hoped. He steepled his glittering fingers, drumming their tips in theatrical glee. 'My my' he mouthed past a lopsided grin.

The seneschal's humour seemed less piqued, and his mouth became a tight, stony line beneath a nose wrinkled in the beginnings of a sneer. "You're fortunate that someone taught you pretty words messenger, because I'd not usually take to such presumption with aught but arms." His face softened from basalt to mere flint. "By all the Sarith, when did mere messengers become so arrogant? But an oath is an oath. Come with me."

He rose stiffly to his feet and rounded the table, revealing a leg in a heavy brace of leather and brass. Pushing through the throng of would be couriers and limping out into the courtyard. Crossing to the main doors, Halrud pushed them open, waving a startled footman away and ushering the sextet through.

Crossing a long hallway flanked by brass platters depicting famous Rotherons in battle the precession made their way through a seemingly abandoned great hall lit in a merely perfunctory manner, and turned into a chamber with open door. In the doorframe Halrud halted. Beyond a long table perhaps once used for more intimate dining than that in the great hall, was scattered with unfurled maps and tiny markers bearing coloured flags. The chair had been stacked against the far wall save one. Flanking this a grim circle of men stood in silent consideration, while a grizzled and ancient man with but one pale eye, thinning hair and drooping jowls decorated with a patchwork of faded scars regarded the maps with the tired and implacable patience of a stone watching the inevitable tide. His shoulders skewed at a painful angle, and the hand that he tapped on the table was missing a pair of fingers.

Halrud had to clear his throat, a phlegmy bark that rattled in his lungs, before the cluster of men looked up. "Your lordship, a moment?" The ancient nobleman's face twisted into a scowl, all odd angled and pinched junctions around half-forgotten wounds. "I thought I had instructed you to close the court seneschal." the old man said in a badland-dry voice. "Yes Earl Rotheron, but they claim they bring word from Signar of the Kingsown. He of her Highness' retinue." "Ah." replied Davin Rotheron, the threat of volcanic anger subsiding into mere irritation. He turned his failing gaze on the newcomers. "Well? Be quick about it. I've pressing matters at hand."
Martel Gautaz
 player, 130 posts
Tue 15 Aug 2017
at 21:28
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At the seneschal's taut acceptance of his oath, Martel offered a nod of thanks and a tight-lipped smile, following in his wake and hoping furiously his companions would continue to follow his lead. He was fond of them and the attachments they had to their heads

Following quickly in Lord Halrud's wake, past the footmen and the courtyard, into the echoing chamber of the Great Hall, Martel kept but a pace or two behind him. But at the Earl's attention he dropped to one knee, "Earl Rotheron"

Glancing up, he began to weave their tale, "We took an oath, my Lord, to bring the final testament of Signar Kingsown to your hall, even as we saw him into the arms of Koroth beneath the gaze of Dioune. He came upon us in an inn in Cavalier's Rest on the Eve of Victory, mortally wounded and soaked in his own gore. Stumbled into our celebration with a token and a promise that it would lead you to the men who took the Princess"

Slowly and carefully he reached into the pouch within his tunic, to draw out a silver blood-stained medallion embossed with the signet of a bound crow. He held it out upon his palm for the Earl

"He had upon him a note for his brother, whose words echoed his charge in part, but also spoke of a pursuer - whom my companions saw even as we tried to tend his wounds"

"None of those there that night were warriors, as undoubtedly Signar's slayer was. But we each took the oath -"
and he gestured to the four of them from Cavalier's Falls "- or pledged ourselves to aid those who were so sworn, coming here that you might see the truth from many angles and ask of us whatever questions we would not have thought to ask"

At last he falls silent, waiting for the Earl's response
Director
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Fri 18 Aug 2017
at 16:31
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Earl Rotheron gave a stiff-limbed signal to a stern-faced man at his shoulder, and the man (a tall, hollow-cheeked fellow with a fringe of grey encircling his head) strode to Martel and carefully took the bloodied medal that had been his grim charge for what seemed like months from him.

Returning to his place at the table, the man passed the medal to Earl Davin, who took it between unsteady fingers and screwed up his face in a squint. A pregnant moment passed, all eyes in the room on the Earl.

"And it took you six to all carry this one small medal to my door?" Rotheron scanned the assembled messengers as he might had a brood of hens been ushered into his war room (Florrie doing her best to vanish behind Callia with a squeak as the old man's cyclopean gaze swept over her) "Did this Signar say nothing else? This sigil means nothing to me. You, vagabond, do you speak?" he said, fixing his single eye on Smallfeather. It was a testament to the Earl's advanced age that he seemed not to hear the snort of laughter that escaped Tincture as the jester was pinioned by the nobleman's attention.

OOC: Martel, I see you're logging in. Writing around you for this encounter to save you shouldering the back end of this scene, but if you're in a position to keep posting then by all means do so.
Smallfeather
 player, 114 posts
Fri 18 Aug 2017
at 16:43
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Earl:
"And it took you six to all carry this one small medal to my door?" Rotheron scanned the assembled messengers as he might had a brood of hens been ushered into his war room (Florrie doing her best to vanish behind Callia with a squeak as the old man's cyclopean gaze swept over her) "Did this Signar say nothing else? This sigil means nothing to me. You, vagabond, do you speak?" he said, fixing his single eye on Smallfeather. It was a testament to the Earl's advanced age that he seemed not to hear the snort of laughter that escaped Tincture as the jester was pinioned by the nobleman's attention.



"Yes, m'lord. To excess." The comment was ironically brief, but Smallfeather then answered one of the questions preceding the one specifically towards him. "It took six of us to carry as we were assured it was of considerable weight. None of us are warriors I myself am but a humble jester and thus we chose to rely upon the strength of numbers."
Director
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Sat 19 Aug 2017
at 05:37
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
The Earl gave a short snort. Doubtless he was the sort of man who believed that all able bodied folk should be warriors. "You foresaw peril on scarcely two day's travel? And yet you left unmolested by then party of men who felled one of the Kingsown? And what do you expect me to do with a trinket and a fable? Or have you fabricated some lie in hope of reward?"

With each question Davin's voice became more forceful, more commanding. "I am well versed in the tricks of vultures seeking to profit on misinformation in wartime, and you may have tricked my seneschal, but you'll not find me so simple a mark."
Merana Sabravin
 player, 72 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Sat 19 Aug 2017
at 11:49
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Merana, still knelt, gave a slight bow in response to the Earl's lack of trust for their intentions.

- "My Lord, i fear you overestimate our importance. The sole reason our incongruous little group had been entrusted with the message was because it was us that had chanced upon a dying member of the Kingsown: There was neither time nor opportunity to search for an alternative. We have passed on Lord Signar's words out of duty to you, and the obligation of a blood oath, and so we do not seek to be rewarded for our efforts. Neither are we Lords and Ladies of the Court, demanding to be heard as equals. We are merely the messengers, our task was to deliver the message to you, and so we have. It is certainly not our prerogative to convince you of the veracity of its contents -- my Lord keeps wise council far more proficient at investigating these matters than we."

She motioned at herself in a fluid gesture before continuing. She didn't know how the others were going to take her turning down the possibility of a reward, but it was the most efficient way of killing the accusation of trying to trick the Earl for a monetary reward that she knew of. If they would have traded places, she would have been wary of blindly trusting a group of strangers over her own advisers as well.

- "As for myself, I did not witness this event. I encountered the others on the road the morrow after the attack. Scarcely a minute later a rider, heading in the direction of Cavalier's Rest, stopped to inquire whether we had encountered Lord Signar. He introduced himself as 'Maikel, third son to the Doge of Kithridge'. We assumed he spoke the truth, told him of his brother's passing and that he had charged us to seek out the Earl of Rotherton. When he requested to hear our message, we respectfully declined in the same manner as we had when your seneschal asked for it -- our task, as you know, was to deliver the message to you personally."

She tilted her head slightly.

- "Normally i would not have thought much of it, but upon our arrival after being pointed here from Fort Rotherton, we found ourselves too late for the curfew. Not wishing to break the King's Law, we camped outside, where we once again met this Maikel, now leading a group of teamsters. He was quite upset with our refusal to share the message, enough to offer a monetary reward to have us brought to him, though we did manage to talk him down again and suggest that he came to you if he so wished, to request the message from you once we had given it. Once inside Kithridge however, when we discreetly asked about this Maikel to the guards before your Gate, we found that they had never heard speak of him. Furthermore, they mentioned that Lord Signar had not been through town for more than a season. It might be nothing, but the thought of a stranger posing as Lord Signar's brother, riding to intercept him on the eve of his death whilst Lord Signar would not have sent out word of his mission, and then that same Maikel waiting outside of Kithridge's gates for us to chance upon him, all the while showing a rather unhealthy interest in this message Lord Signar had imparted upon us... is something I would find a too peculiar chain of coincidences to fail to mention it now. It may be related, and thus we are honor-bound to inform you of what may ultimately be a potential threat."
Director
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Sat 19 Aug 2017
at 17:05
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Davin examined Merana closely, though she was certain that his lone milky eye revealed little. Perhaps the mere act of scrutiny served him better than what he saw ever could? After a long moment he turned his attention to Halrud. "How many sons does Lord Mourn have Master Halrud?"

The seneschal replied with little thought "One your lordship. The doge is beset by an absolute plague of daughters I fear."

"I know that ailment well myself. Can I assume that this son is not the late Sigur of the Kingsown?"

"I do not recall the boy's name, but he is well to the extent of my knowledge and scarcely past his tenth year lord."

The Earl nodded thoughtfully. "Very well, it would seem I have little at stake if I take you at your word. You say you met with a dying man and he charged you to carry this token to my hand. Being my loyal subjects you hastened to do so. A man claiming false lineage attempted to halt you with violence, and yet this-" he tapped the medal on the table "-this trinket means nothing to me."

"While there might be import here, I know neither you nor this Signar. Furthermore, I find myself unable to spare men to investigate further." He indicated Smallfeather "You claim that the six of you are the equal of a single Kingsown? Well I'll not dispute your measure of yourselves. And it seems that I am bereft of precisely one loyal Kingsown, so here then is my command. I hereby deputise you six into the Kingsown, upon my own authority as Lord Commander of the Veldt. As my true and loyal subjects I'm sure you'll be honoured by such an appointment, and as an Earl of the Veldt I charge you four-" the sweep of his hand took in Merana, Martel, Smallfeather and the beaming Doktor Tincture at the fore of the sextet "- to take back this trinket and learn its significance. Return to me when you understand more and you may even find reward. The other two - the maimed girl and the waif at her back - you will carry word to the Queen at Fort Rotheron. Doubtless she will have questions best answered in person, and a patrol will ensure your safety though your numbers are diminished."

The Earl turned to Halrud again "Find an officer of the Kingsown - they're sure to have sent someone to the city given recent events. Make it known that the Lord Commander of the Veldt has swelled their ranks. If there is any dispute remind them that by ancient treaty, in wartime my word is law in such things. I can't think that any will want to risk Eldin's ire with some formal complaint in any case. If you must provision them do so, but remember we have an army to put in the field."

Earl Rotheron slid the medal back across the table with a dismissive "Walk in Aliel's view messengers." Then all eyes in the room fell uncomfortably on the small party.
Merana Sabravin
 player, 73 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 20:21
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
- "An honor, my Lord. We will relay a description of this 'Maikel' to the officer. Even if he had no involvement in Lord Signar's death, impersonating a Noble is still a crime."

Merana got up and turned towards Halrud, waiting for him to lead the way. The Earl had dismissed them, and from the sound of it they were expected to follow Halrud in his search of the officer that would handle the details. While she had not counted becoming a member of the Kingsown amongst her expectations, that was something she would need to improvise upon: Turning down such an offer would be unheard of. More unheard of as a foreign woman being sworn into the Kingsown, though admittedly not by much.

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Smallfeather
 player, 115 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 20:32
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Smallfeather's jaw dropped. He'd already said that he'd suspected the day wouldn't end well, and that the mission was not nearly over for them... but to hear it confirmed in such terms was madness.

The Kingsown? Him? For the love of tiny pink bunnies, Tincture??

A tiny snort escaped him. Then a giggle. A guffaw.

He sank to his knees, laughing uncontrollably.
Martel Gautaz
 player, 133 posts
Thu 24 Aug 2017
at 07:45
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
At the Earl's words Martel first breathed a sigh of relief, though it quickly turned to concern and consternation as the Earl revealed his unfamiliarity with the insignia. Pride warred with worry as he and his companions, unsuited as they were, were 'volunteered' into the Kingsown. All played themselves out over his features and he nodded in support of Merana's words, bowing to the Earl as he stepped forward to reclaim the trinket.

His hand froze, a span above the so-named trinket, as Smallfeather's first giggle reached his ears. He tensed, resisting the fight-or-flight reflex that welled up inside even as the entertainer's mirth bubbled into laughter

He stood straighter, meeting the eyes of the Earl steadily, "We will return when we have further word, your Grace. Clearly my companion is overwhelmed by the trust you show in us, but his heart is steadfast. We will not fail"

Bowing once more, he gestured to the Doktor to help him help Smallfeather to his feet
Director
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Fri 25 Aug 2017
at 10:21
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Martel glanced past the hysterical Smallfeather, and found the diminutive Doktor nowhere to be seen. Still, with some difficulty he was able to manhandle Smallfeather to his feet and make an ungracious exit from the makeshift war room of the now-glowering Earl of Rotheron.

Clearly old one-eye had simply no sense of humour.

With wordless disapproval and unsteady gait Seneschal Halrud ushered the now-quintet out into the spartanly lit great hall, before he turned and surveyed them. Miraculously he seemed not to note Tincture's absence, or else chose not to comment on it.

"You're deputized to the Kingsown now. Don't think that gives you the right to press the King's law mind, but I'll pen a writ with the Earl's seal to that affect for you, and circulate a copy or two amongst the finer homes and inns of the city."

He paused as something rose in his throat, but Halrud mastered his discomfort quickly, but it left a gravity in his expression and tone.

"I'd not be happy to hear a band of strangers had been forced into the ranks of my cohort, so don't think that the Kingsown will welcome you with open arms, but you've a common cause if nothing else. And if that thing does somehow lead to the Princess well... you'd avert a war, and spare a great many lives."

"I'm to provision you and set you on your way, so if you've requests make them now. I won't be sparing any men to watch your backs against this Maikel, nor much by way of coin, but if Earl Davinthinks this may be of some import then well it may."

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Martel Gautaz
 player, 136 posts
Mon 4 Sep 2017
at 20:36
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Wincing at the acerbic tone, Martel tried to remain stalwart in the face of the Earl's anger and his seneschal's clear need for a swift dismissal. Nodding simply at the talk of a writ and a seal and the circulation of some notes, he kept his gaze steady and meeting that of the gout-ridden man until he had finished

"Aside from some scant provisions and perhaps a blade or two, there is little I can think of, my Lord", he admitted, glancing at his remaining companions in case they had anything to add - and then, he spoke of the matter causing most concern, "Any information you could share about the Princess' disappearance might help us unravel this raven-knot that we must unravel?"

After a moment, and before Lord Haldrun had a chance to speak, he gestured to the two women who would be travelling on to the Queen, checking the arrangement for them, "And His Grace spoke of an escort for my companions back to Fort Rotheron?"
Director
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Wed 6 Sep 2017
at 11:37
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
The heavy-set seneschal gave a derisive snort "Swords? Have a care calling yourselves Kingsown with those at your hip." But he made no refusal and swept the five companions along behind him making for the quartermaster in the gatehouse. It was true that all true Ahlonian warriors counted the sword a woman's weapon, asking too little in skill and mettle in wielding, but it was undeniably a well reasoned choice for unskilled warriors.

Halrud continued as they picked their way back out into the courtyard and past the stables. "There's a division heading south to reinforce Fort Rotheron at second bell, you two will be with them. The Queen won't like the idea of being made to wait for news of her daughter."

Ushering them down a shallow incline Halrud led them into a cunningly hidden yard where a handful of bare-chested men practised the spear, kicking up the dust at their heels as their and making tentative thrusts and parries with their blunted arms. A bent master watched on with the glowering satisfaction unique to that profession, and beyond a few more steps saw them in the barracks, which seemed almost abandoned.

Bellowing, Halrud roused the quartermaster - a bright eyed youth with long fair hair and a pale shading of blond stubble who might almost be called pretty - and persuaded him to find a few modest bronze swords, heavy affairs with undecorated pommel and crossguard, and perhaps a hand short of a true arming sword.

Biscuits, paper-thin slivers of dried meat, and skins of harsh wine were in plentiful supply, though each back could only bear so much, and the quartermaster (at whom Florrie kept glancing red-faced) seemed happy to spare as much as the companions cared to carry.

OOC: Feel free to make any further requests either in post, or if that feels cumbersome, just in the OOC thread, and I'll amend this post in reflection. Horses aren't really a thing here being super expensive and so primarily used for military purposes and fast messengers, but another mule or something of that sort might not be a bad plan, even with a small cart depending on how far you plan to go, and whether or not you're sticking to roads.

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Callia
 NPC, 54 posts
Wed 6 Sep 2017
at 12:47
Chapter 2 (2.0): "An Enemy at the Gates"
Whilst the quartermaster busied himself finding swords amongst his stock of spear and halberd, axe and mace, Callia stepped over to Martel, her face lined with thought. "I cannot say when next we might meet Martel, but I do know that you go into greater peril than I." She pressed a satchel into his hands with an awkward stiffness "Take these. I'm lending them mind. I think you'll make better use of them than I will until this affair is over."

Without opening the satchel Martel knew it to be filled with a collection of the meticulous charts and maps Callia was ever adding to, folded and labelled neatly in her own hand.

"They span the western border of the forest, the Veldt, some of Whitehale. Not my finest work, and some copied-" she prefaced, almost apologetic "-but they'll serve you. Perhaps if you are pursued you'll find them an advantage." And Callia finally met his eyes "Dioune watch you Martel Gautaz. And you master Smallfeather-" she turned her attention to the slight jester "-save when you'd prefer they look away."