Ran's Concerns
Subject Ran's concerns
"You won't be alone," Salix replies. "You have my loyalty and assistance in every way that does not conflict with my obligations to The Order. I only want to understand our quest as best as possible to better ensure our success." With that he sits quietly awaiting further information or orders to move out.
From: Kevin
Subject Ran's concerns
Harp looks at Salix, nods, and smiles slightly. He had been right. Salix was truly a friend. Hopefully, Salix's words of commitment would sway any others that might have doubts in their hearts. Whille the Knight/Colonel mgiht be sending "advisors" along with Harp, his bond with Salix would mean much in his coming trials. Harp had come to value the Druids counsel and advice. He seemed very worldly to Harp, and Harp was going to rely on that judgement in the coming task.
From: Mark
Subject Ran's concerns
There is an uncomfortable silence with the departure of Angelwing. Goodheart looks from Quarion to Harp, not sure what to do. Taking a deep breath, he speaks. " Other than Harp, Allistair and Ragner, you can all decided wether to go or not. Take the rest of the day, talk to each other, consult your feelings. Decide what gear you might need. The wedding is scheduled to be held tomorrow at the third morning bell in the main chaple. You are all invited."
The Paladin leaves the room and the seven party members sit at the table looking at each other.
OODM: As I have said before, I will be gone Sunday till Wednesday night. I have set it up so that all of you, except Porter(sorry Porter), can discuss what they want and why they are or are not going. IF you have any questions that need to be answered by me or an NPC I will take care of it when I get back.
The game, Chapter 1 begins
Subject Game
Ok guys
It was not as bad as I had feared when I got in this morning. I only had 40 e-mails to take care of.
If any of you have any questions I will be in the office until about 3:15 ET. I will be in the office from 8:15AM until 3:15PM on Tuesday and after 10:00AM on Wednesday.
After the meeting and Kal confronts Harp
Subject The meeting ends
Ranthir, somewhat embarrassed at his literal, emotional reaction to the prophesy looks down for a moment. When he looks up again, Heronin is gone.
"Sargeant Harp, do not mistake my concern over the details of the prophecy as any bearing on my willingness to join you in this quest. You have been a true friend and had nearly as much to do with leading our last adventure as I did. You have my sword and my crossbow at your service. I am still concerned at the wording of the prophecy. To me it sounded like the Lady would be taken after the marriage took place. I may be wrong. I should not have reacted so strongly."
Ranthir looks to the rest of the group and continues speaking.
"To all of you, I offer an apology for my harshness. I have had difficulties controlling my temper for the last few years. I have acted in a manner unbecoming of my family. Both my mother and my father. I have come to terms with my father and I hope that this will help me come to terms with my temper. I have held my father responsible for many of the difficulties in my life that are not his fault. This is why I have not gone by my given name recently. I now wish to go by my given name and contribute to the order as my father would. My full name is Ranthir Corron. Please, call me Ranthir. If you are too used to calling me Ran, I will not hold it against you." Ran finishes with a smile and turns back to address Harp.
"Sargeant Harp, with your permission I would like to seek out Knight/Captain Angelwing to offer him my personal apologies."
From: Kevin
Subject The meeting ends
Speaking carefully, Harp replies
"Ranthir, as we are not yet on our mission or journey, you need not seek my permission to leave. However, I do think it wise that you make amends with your friend. Harsh words said in the heat of discussion are best not left softened by the calm of retrospection.
When you have a chance, I would appreciate a few minutes of your time to discuss this trip. But this can wait until you have talked to the Knight/Captain."
From: Randy
Subject The meeting ends
"Thank-you Harp. I will seek you out as soon as I have finished speaking with Heronin."
With that Ranthir makes his exit. He seeks out Heronin and apologizes to him. "Heronin, I am sorry for the anger I expressed. I may have been taking the prophecy too literally. The way it was worded sounded to me that Rochelle would be taken after the wedding. I still think that there is a chance that this interpretation may be correct and so I recommend placing extra guards on Rochelle and to make sure they are those who are trusted to you. I place myself at your service and I offer myself as a personal guard for Rochelle throughout the wedding preperations and ceremony. If this is suitable to you then I will set up guard at Rochelles' chambers at first daylight. Once again, please accept my apologies for my emotional response. There is much difficulty in my mind these days." Ranthir extends his hand to his friend, hoping to put this disagreement behind them.
From: Mark
Subject Ran and Angelwing
Angelwing takes the proferred hand, clasping it with his. "Ran, or should I say Ranthir" he smiles as he says this, joking with his old friend "Thanks for your concern, but the Lady will be well guarded." He holds up his hand as Ranthir starts to object "But you are not under my command and may spend your night as you see fit. If it is guarding my intended so be it. Maybe you can keep the other guards awake like that one time you helped keep me awake when I was playing guard to the Ambassador from the elves."
Ranthir's serious tone almost breaks when he recalls visting Anglewing years ago while the Paladin, still new in the order, was on guard duty and having troubles keeping alert. Ran had sung a few bawdy ballads he had learned. Angelwing had been glad of the company until the next morning when the Captain of the guard had called him into his office and told him how the Ambassador had been unable to do his daily mediation due to the singing. A week of KP duty had resulted.
"Ran, do what you will. But please help Sergeant Harp out. He is new to his position, and while he shows much promise, he has need of guidance. If the hated enemy of our order can steal Rochelle from the middle of our Chapter House, with all the protections we have in place, then the war is already lost. I must go. There is much to do to prepare for the wedding. I have rituals to perform before the ceremony."
OODM: If Ranthir has nothing else to say Angelwing departs.
From: Karl
Subject Ran and Angelwing
If they can get Rochelle from the Chapterhouse, the terrorists have already won.
From: Jason
Subject After the meeting
As Ranthir exits the room, Ragnar takes a half-step forward, as if to detain him, but comes to a halt himself when Ranthir disappears into the corridor. The dwarf's eyes are slightly startled, but a moment later he composes himself and crosses the room to stand before Harp. His gaze is direct but not harsh as he introduces himself.
"I am Ragnar, son of Glim and servant of Heironeous. I have heard of you in recent years, and am pleased to greet you." He does not offer his hand, although he will shake Harp's if it is offered. He glances around at the other party members as he continues. "Indeed, I am honored to have been selected to accompany you. Whatever your own reasons may have been for accompanying Harp these last few weeks, it is clear that my god trusts your intentions and your abilities."
Returning his gaze towards Harp, he says, (after Harp makes his reply if he wishes) "It was mentioned that you had a vision, in which you were given some glimpse one of our enemy's most powerful servants. I would be pleased to hear of this encounter in some detail, now or at whatever time is convenient. With planning and our god's favor we may be better prepared next time he manifests himself, for I am sure you have not escaped his attention."
From: Josh
Subject After the meeting
Kal says to no one in particular: "A dwarf and half-orc. This should be great."
From: Jake
Subject After the meeting
OOC: :D
From: Kevin
Subject After the meeting
OOC: Jason, which vision are you referring to? The one the previous group had after rescuing Rochelle?
IC: Harp looks down at the dwarf. He nods his greeting and says:
"Well met Ragnar. I hesitate to say that I have not heard of you, but I have only been a member of the Order for a few years, though I grew up here. I welcome you as a fellow brother of the Order. I hope to learn from you in this coming journey - while the martial aspects of our Order are usually a more natural fit for me, I have learned somewhat of what can be accomplished when one grows in the following of Heironious. Prior to our departure, I would like to talk about the grace we have been granted by the Battle Lord and how we might be able to utilize it to best effect when we journey. However, there will time enogh for that after the ceremony tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing Kal's comment, Harp will turn to him and confront him, towering over him as best he can.
"You have continued to express your distaste for some of your companions on these journeys. While I had no place to speak before, I do so now. You join this group, if indeed you chose to, of your own choice. If you make that choice, I expect you to show respect to all of its members. If you cannot or will not, then I will not let you journey with us. It is the business of our enemy Hextor to cause dissension and strife amongst our ranks. If you wish to be a boon to his plans, so be it, but I will not bring you along while we attempt this. You joined us out of a debt of honor to my friend Alatyr. I call that debt paid. I ask you for your vow on this matter. Join us of your own free will and accept these companions, or go your own way, free of us and any duty to us."
Harp will await a response from Kal.
From: Josh
Subject After the meeting
Kal stares Harp straight in the eye, neither person moves in the slightest. At first it seems they are going to draw their weapons and fight, but then it becomes apparent that it's a battle of will power. Neither warrior wants to be the one to back down.
As time passes, the tension grows, no one else dares to speak. Kal's face is a mask of a smirk, his eyes revealing nothing of what he's thinking. The tension in the room is electric, everyone else feels their adrenaline start to pump. 30 seconds go by. A minute. Neither budge. Harp standing stern, Kal posed both nonchalantly and aggressively. His hand rested on his belt mere inches from his blade.
A minute-thirty, still no motion. Both combantants are unwilling to even blink. The adreneline in the observers subsides, they feel weary from just watching the two battle.
In a motion faster than the eye could completely follow, Kal draws his sword, flips it around and holds it open palmed, rested across his hands.
"Understand this, half-human: My debt will be paid when I decide, no sooner. I am going to join you on this quest, Hextor is an enemy of my God as well as yours. But you shall not have my word until I have yours: Swear now, in front of your God, in front of your friends, and in consequence of my blade. Swear that you will see this through to the end. Swear that you will not betray us or the cause to your worse half. Swear that you will heed good council from Ranthir, myself, and the rest of the group. Swear this now, and you have my alliegence in this matter, along with my word."
From: Karl
Subject After the meeting
You go, Big Boy! Slap some manners into him!
From: Karl
Subject After the meeting
Salix has long since learned to pay no mind to Kal. He hears some mumbling, but cares so little about Kal's opinions at this point he doesn't even try to parse it.
From: Josh
Subject After the meeting
OOC: Where's Kal's cheering section? :'(
From: Jake
Subject after the meeting
Great turn!
From: Kevin
Subject After the meeting
Harp starts to flare in anger as this little elf questions his devotion to the Battle Lord. Had not Heironios himself sent one of his messengers to Harp just a few days ago? How dare Kal "require" that Harp swear again - as if Kal had the same position as the Battle Lord!! Impudent elf!!
But, as Harp remembers the visitation he had received, he remembers the words - he must watch his wild side. He must control his other side. He was being watched and judged by a much higher authority than Kal. It was to Him that he must prove himself. Killing this elf here would not bring glory to Heironious - indeed, it would likely get him cast out of the Order. Taking a deep breath Harp thinks about how to repsond.
"I have taken vows to my god that you have no knowledge of. The members of the Order will vouchsafe for that if you have any question. It is on the strength of that vow that my Captain has chosen me to lead this journey, unworthy and unready though I think I am. But since I have been chosen, it is my responsibility to be sure that all who join do so willingly and without malice toward the others. I will not shirk that duty. You have drawn your weapon in the house of my brothers, and yet you wish me to swear that I will not betray you and the others. It seems to me that your worries might be more safely put upon yourself than on me. At least I recognize my weaknesses.
But, if it is an outward act that you need to satisfy your lack of trust, then I call on my companions to stand with me here and now. Salix, Surin, Ranthir, and you, Ragnar, fellow member of the Order, will you stand with me?"
With this, Harp will look to the other members to join him in facing Kal down. If they agree, Harp will then say to Kal
"With these friends as my witnesses, I swear to them, and to you, that I will see this through to the end, giving my life for all those who join us of their own free will against the machinations of Hextor."
From: Josh
Subject After the meeting
Kal pauses a moment, and his smirk falls, his entire stance changes. His sword shoots back into it's sheath as quickly as it came out.
"You misunderstand every action I make, Half-orc." Kal says quietly, "I show you my trust by laying my blade in front of you, and you see a threat. How do you propose I follow a man who will not take my trust when I offer it?"
"You speak of being able to control your rage, but you jump on every opportunity I give you to fight me. Do you think I became a defender of The Nations without having the self control to hold my tounge? I have baited you at every step, and you have taken the bait each time.
"I do not hate you half-orc, I fear you. I fear your inability to control yourself, I fear the trust each of these men have in you. I know what it is to be hated for who you were born, do you think I would do the same to another? I do not doubt your commitment, your intentions are clearly good. I doubt your willpower."
With that Kal leaves, the question of whether he'll be joining the party hangs in the air, unanswered. OOC: Kal will go back to whatever room is his and drill with his sword.
After the meeting and Lunch
Subject After the meeting
Allistair had been about to introduce himself to Harp as Ragnar did, but with the sudden altercation between Kal and Harp, he realized that there were several folds in his robes that needed urgent rearranging. He turns his eyes elsewhere, feeling embarrased to be in a room that suddenly felt very, very small. He pretends to be otherwise occupied until Kal leaves, but he can't help but hear every detail of the conversation. Allistair takes one more look at Kal out of the corner of his eye as he leaves. Allistair thought he understood Elves pretty well - he had lived in the Great Wood and studied magic with the Elves for several years - but he had rarely ever seen an Elf react so harshly, and with so much emotion. But of course, he had never seen Elves in such a racially mixed company before.
After a few moments of awkward silence where everyone tries unsuccessfully to not look at each other, Allistair tries to see if he can pull aside Quarion to have a quick word with him. "Quarion, I'd like to ask a quick question about this guide we are meeting, Mund. Can you describe him for me? Also, is Mund his full name?"
From: Karl
Subject After the meeting
At Harp's call Salix stands with him. Better than that, he silently takes up position between Harp and Kal, staring directly at the Elf.
Now, clearly unable to ignore the self-righteous ramblings of this impertinent, self-important, child of chaos Salix listens as he speaks more words of suspicion and hatred to his friend. Were he not in the house of Harp's brothers, as he had just stated, Salix would take the wild shape and rip the throat from this worthless creature. Even now he could feel his canine teeth aching to elongate, his fingers itching to become claws. . .
"Who are you to test anyone? You impertinent piece of - " But he is speaking to Kal's back as he heads for the door. Salix makes to follow, clearly this idiot needed a lesson in civility, but a heavy hand on his shoulder prevents it. He turns and Harp's eyes tell him - what? It's not worth it? Well that was there, but they also seemed to be saying, "Isn't he right?"
"Who is he, Harp? What filth goes about designing tests of the honor of others while demonstrating none himself? Does he think himself a God?" Salix is barely able to restrain the anger building inside himself. "If he comes with us, he will have more to fear than your ability to control yourself. When *I* find out the color of the blood in his throat it won't be because I couldn't help myself. No, his end will be the same as the death of a rabid wolf. I will cull him from this group before he spreads more poison. If a vow is needed here this day, he can have that one."
Salix catches a questioning glance from Quarion. He stifles a brief embarrassment and looks strongly back as if to say, "I will serve your cause, but I am my own man now." He turns and resumes his former place in the room.
From: Josh
Subject After the meeting
OOC: Nice turn Karl.
I'm afraid we may have made it so bad that Kal will be unable to rejoin the group. Let's see how things continue. He's really not a jerk once you get to know him. :-D
From: Karl
Subject After the meeting
Thanks. I was worried about saying too much, so I tried to write it so that Salix's feelings are known to the group, but not necessarily to Kal himself. Kal might not have heard anything Salix said since he was retreating at the beginning and gone for the bulk of it. I hope Kal does come (though Salix would just as soon he doesn't. ;) )
From: Kevin
Subject After the meeting
Harp looks on as Kal recedes from view. Emotions swirl through his head. His first test as a leader, and he had totally botched it. But how else was he supposed to respond? The elf had drawn a weapon in the Chapter House, had demanded that he swear a vow, had challenged his authority. Kal kept saying that Harp had risen at every opportunity to fight him, had risen to every jab, but Harp had not!!! He had held his hand!! If Harp had responded, the elf would be bleeding to death on the Chapter House floor. Harp had controlled his wild side, only to have it be misunderstood. Could the elf not see that Harp had been exercising control since he was speaking, and not attacking? Harp's confusion grew. Kal said that he knew self control, but then admitted to baiting Harp at every turn. So, he must have been intentionally trying to get Harp to loose control. When, when would the testing end??
Harp looks at Salix "My friend, I am afraid I have truly made a shambles of this. We have not even left yet and I have already caused dissension within the group. I try to show control, and even that is misunderstood.
Kal was right in one thing, though. I would like to rely on you and Ranthir for advice. In fact, I could probably use some right now. Come, let us go track down Ran, no - Ranthir, and discuss this issue. Maybe he has some advice for how to get through to Kal."
Assuming Salix agrees, they will head off to find Ran.
From: Karl
Subject After the meeting
"Get through to Kal?" Salix snorts. "It might be easier to just RUN him through." Then, seeing the serious expression on his friends face, he decides to reply in kind (though privately, he was only half-joking). Harp, you botched nothing. The fact that his blood isn't even now seeking the earth through the Chapterhouse floorboards is testament that both you *and* I maintained civility even where it was not deserved. I suspect the Knight Captain himself would not have let such impertinence and presumption go unchallenged. The nerve! - " Salix stops himself before he gets angry again.
"Harp, anger is a natural emotion. I won't say you don't have a greater responsibility to self-control, but that is because the natural consequences when you lose control can be far more dire than for most people. But that only means you must be stone. You don't have to be ice. The fire within you is part of what makes you strong. Control it as you have done, but don't quench it. You will see that it, too, has been created within you for a purpose. Don't doubt that your fire is a gift simply because some bastard child of chaos hasn't the intelligence to see the wonders of the world outside himself." Salix notices the others in the room failing valiantly in their attempts to appear uninterested in this exchange. He continues in a quieter tone, "and you *are* a wonder, Harp.
You are a self-contained inferno. Every wall you build to hold in the blaze makes the fire even hotter when you choose to wield it. You are meant to focus the fire, not put it out. If your God had wanted less than that from you, your parentage would have been different."
"Let's leave Ranthir in peace for now. He has misunderstandings of his own to rectify. And perhaps our angry friend will not choose to join us anyway. If he does, well, he will learn his place or there will be plenty of us around to show it to him."
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(OOC - Salix doesn't have anything else to do or ask in this group. He is interested in the two new members, but the recent uproar has make small talk a little awkward. /OOC )
After Harp's reply to the above, if any, Salix will take his leave of the group saying to Harp, "I will be eating at the tavern just down the alley across from the Chapter House. Please join me when you are finished here." He turns to the two new men and adds, "I'd be honored, too, if you would join us, for dinner or for a pint afterwards if you already have plans." (OOC - he'll extend this invitation to anyone of the former group, too, if there's anyone left. I've lost track of who is still in the room. I'll can role-play introduction, etc, depending on who shows up to dinner, or I can hold it off until we set off on the mission.)
From: Kevin
Subject After the meeting
"Salix, thank you for your counsel, and your support. You do not know how much that means to me. You are right, we will have time to work this out after the ceremony tomorrow. I will leave Ranthir and Angelwing to themselves this evening.
I must go to the chapel for a short while. I feel the need to pray to the Battle Lord for guidance and assistance. I will join you at the tavern within the hour. I to would like to meet our new companions."
With that, Harp will take his leave and head to the Chapterhouse Chapel to pray for guidance and patience. He will then join the rest of the group at the tavern.
From: Mark
Subject Turns
Guys
This has been great. Keep going for a while and introduce yourselves. I really got slammed last night and this morning at work so I will have very little time until tomorrow night to do anything.
However if any one has a question let me know.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
I just need to know who shows up at the tavern and I'll send an intro turn.
From: Mark
Subject Lunch
How would I know? I am just the DM. :)
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
Maybe he was sending that note to the other players to ask them if they want their character to join him.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
That's why I sent the message to the whole list, duh! ;-)
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
After 3 days of camping, my brothers brain is the size of a peanut. Not that it is much larger normally, but it will have really atrophied these past few days.
Now that he is back in air conditioning, it should grow back to its normal size of a walnut.
From: Mark
Subject Allistair's questions
Quarion looks a bit puzzled at Allistair question. "He is just under 6' tall and well built, which makes sense since he spends most of his time out in the wilds hunting, among other things. He has red hair and grey eyes. He is a bit more wild than my usual contact but your party is going to a wild land. He will help you fit in there. Why do you ask?"
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
Ragnar will be there, so write him in. Hopefully though I'll have some time to write something up before that.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
Salix leaves the Chapter House and heads back into the town. With an hour to kill, he decides to take a walk down the streets surrounding the Chapter House. As he does, he thinks about the meeting he has just left, especially the look Quarion had given him. What had he seen in his mentor's eyes? Was it worry? Doubt? Certainly there was a little of surprise, but then again, that should be normal. The ritual in the grove was extra-ordinary. Salix now was a different person from the meek young druid who had entered the grove. He felt stronger and more alive. He felt more in tune with the natural world.
Before his experience in the grove, being in a town like this was almost oppressive. The greenvoice had seemed dead here among the stone walls and cobbled streets. But now he knew the greenvoice was alive even here. Sure it was weaker in the city, but it was here nonetheless. He could hear it in the garden outside the Chapter House, and in the trees in the city square. He could even hear it in the flies buzzing around the carcass of what looked to have been a dog, laying in an alley as he passed. The greenvoice here was at times even clearer here where there were fewer sources.
So it was normal for Quarion to look surprised, but worry, or doubt? Salix thought about his actions in the meeting carefully. He had been quicker to anger. Quicker to take offense and rise to insult. That was not like him, or at least not like he was before the grove. But Kal really was un-excusable. His insults needed to be met and challenged. Still, the heady power that was still new and intoxicating to Salix was not license to give in to Chaos. He thought about his own advice to Harp and it hit him how the same advice could apply to himself. If he did not keep control of the power he felt within, could it not consume him as rage and violence consumed an Orc?
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Salix was glad that the tavern keeper already knew of Harp. Apparently Harp was a regular and the other regular guests would be used to him. Salix didn't have to worry about a panic when Harp arrived. As it was, even though a few heads turned and a few backs stiffened when the Half-Orc entered the tavern, the owner simply nodded to Harp and jerked his head in the direction of the booth near the back where Salix was situated.
"Good evening to you, Harp." Salix says cheerfully. "I trust your communion with your God was satisfying." After Harp's reply, Salix continues. "Though our methods are very different from yours, I've had a chance to commune with my God as well. I've discovered some things about myself, and also discovered that I need to talk with you. I'm glad you've gotten here before the others.
"I think I need to follow the same advice I gave you back in the Chapter House. We haven't had a chance to talk much since we parted ways a few days ago. I was called out to meet StormFather Acer in a grove not far from here. I underwent a ritual of my Order and was endowed with new strength and power. You might have noticed in the meeting that I'm not quite as adept as you at containing these new feelings as yet. You've expressed several times that you will be relying on my advice. Let me confess that I'm hoping for your help as well.
"How is it that you have come to master your wilder side so well? I feel almost heady with power today. I feel like there is a beast - well even a whole menagerie of beasts within me just longing to be released. I want to run with the wolves and soar with the eagles. An hour ago I wanted very strongly to rip out Kal's throat as a bear for his impertinence and presumption. I'm not speaking metaphorically, Harp. You will see what I mean in due time, I'm sure. But I know that this is also a gift from Obad-Hai, and thus is also something to be used with accountability. So far it has not proved to be something I can't command. I hope that it never is, but I feel the potential. I have never felt power like this, strong and vibrant, but also with the temptation to abuse it or give in to it wholly.
You have expressed the temptation to give into your rage and wilder nature in the past. Do you still feel that? Does it hit you as a temptation as well? Like something you might enjoy, if there weren't consequences to consider?
"You are free to keep your feelings to yourself, of course. Of if you want time to think about it before responding, I understand. But StormFather Acer did not wait around for questions or advice, and you are the only other person I know who might understand what I'm talking about."
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(OOC - Salix will wait for Harp's reply. Sometime after that reply (long or short), I'm hoping the tavern door will open and Allistair and Ragnar will enter. If so, Salix will greet them as follows:)
"Well met, friends," Salix says as the two approach the booth where Harp and he are working on their pints. "I have taken the liberty of ordering food for us. Harp says the beef here is excellent, and I have asked for bread and some of their best cheese. I trust it will be here shortly. The ale, I can attest myself, is well beyond adequate." He waves to the barmaid to bring two pints for the newcomers.
"I know we were introduced briefly, but I am Salix, Wealdward of the Great North Woods, and a Druid of The Order there." He extends hands to Ragnar and Allistair in turn. "I was hoping you'd come this evening so we could get to know you better." He looks from one new guest to the other, hoping they will launch into some monologues telling a little about their past and perhaps how they came to be part of this group. If they aren't easily forthcoming, he will ask questions. (OOC - but since question/answer is tedious via email, I'll be happy to let any of you come up with your own questions from Salix and incorporate them into your write-up as you see fit. /OOC)
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
After Harp enters, he spies Salix in the back of the tavern. He sees the barman motion that way, and at Harp's nod, goes to draw a tankard of ale.
As Harp sits down, the tankard is delivered. Harp lifts it to his lips, and downs it without stopping. The barman has another tankard waiting as Harp returns the first. After making an impolite sound, Harp will turn to Salix and listen for a few minutes, drinking, but more slowly than before. When Salix finishes, Harp will reply:
"How have I mastered my wilder side? How do you train a wild horse or a dog? With strict discipline when it fails to follow the rules. No, no, do not shake your head. It was not quite as bad as I make it sound.
The Order is how I have learned. They live by a very strict code and expect their member to adhere to that code. Failure to due so leads to additional "training", "education", whatever you want to call it. Some are less pleasant than others. Cleaning latrines for 2 weeks was unpleasant, but getting flogged was down right painful. But, after a while, you either learn, or you perish. Your time has mostly been spent out in the wilds, alone, I would gather from our conversations. My time has been spent in pretty strict confinement. If it were not for that, I am sure that I would be in chains for the death of Kal. But I am not always successful in my attempt at control. Remember our encounter with that band of orcs when we first journeyed? I have a special place for my hatred orcs, and that is a place that can still to this day make me loose control.
I, too, seemed to undergo a change recently, though not an official one. During our break, I undertook a fast to give thanks to the Battle Lord for his support and assistance during our journey. While in this fast, I had a visitation from what I think was a herald of Heironious.
During this visitation, I was shown a slight bit more of my Lords grace. I was also given a warning about my wild side. Now, a warning from Knight/Captain Heronin is one thing, but this was something all together different. I have to learn to use this power to benefit those who are being oppressed, taken advantage of, downtrodden. I have to use it to block the plans of our enemy, Hextor. Using this power to swat down a pest like Kal probably would not be looked upon well. I have to keep that in my mind. My larger problem is not lashing out physically against Kal. While he seems nimble enough, one or two good swacks from me would most likely take him down. But I hope it does not come to that, though maybe that would shut him up. More likely, he will take that as additional proof that I cannot be trusted.
Salix, I do not know how to respond to him. He challenges me and when I do not fight him, he takes it as if I have attacked him. How does he think I should respond? Say to him "Oh, you are right Mr. Elf, I am unworthy of anything? Please show me how to be a man?" I think not. I will have to learn to work with him at some point. I just wish he would try to meet me half way"
From: Mark
Subject time of day
I just want to clear up what time of day it is.
The meeting took place at the third bell after dawn or about 9AM. It is now just around noon.
The wedding will take place at the third bell after dawn tomorrow and the party leaves on the morning tide the day after.
From: Kevin
Subject Time of day
Hey, its 5 o'clock somewhere in the world, even yours.
Having a pint or two for lunch is a well established tradition amongst the more devout members of the Order. I am surprised I dont see Heronin down here swilling a few mugs himself.
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
As the group disperses, Ragnar heads to the chapel. If he sees Harp there, he won't interrupt him, knowing there will be time to talk later. Instead he uses his time to pray and ponder over the meeting. He had been surprised to learn the identity of the half-elf, and slightly dissappointed that in his first encounter with the son of the Paladin Corron, Ranthir had lashed out with such anger and cut the meeting short.
Still, even Ragnar knew there was more going on than was immediately apparent. The continued illness of General Corron was not common knowledge, but it could hardly be concealed from someone with so strong an interest as himself. It must be a trying time for his son. And Angelwing clearly thought of him as a friend, and had taken no offense to his objections. Ragnar would not let himself dwell on it either.
More troubling was the confrontation between Kal on the one hand and Harp and Salix (and Surin?) on the other. Kal's remark about the "half-orc and the dwarf" didn't bother him; he'd heard far worse. More troubling was the naked distrust and anger apparent among the group's members. He spent the rest of an hour contemplating what could have made Kal so distrustful of Harp, and why Salix would leap to his defense so immediately and agressively. He noted when Harp left, but did not follow until he was convinced he would wrest no new insights from what he knew.
Finally he rose to join the others for dinner. He found Harp's bulky outline immediately, his eyes needing no time to adjust to the dimmer light inside the tavern, and headed that way before the bartender noticed him enter.
From: Mark
Subject Angelwing
He is up with Rochelle knocking back a few wine coolers before he gets to knock her up.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
We're getting our drunk on early so we can sober up before the wedding.
From: Mark
Subject Lunch
I have no problem with the drinking, I just wanted every one to know that it was not dinner yet.
However, if you look at the CON scores, I think Allistair will surprise everyone by probably drinking even the dwarf under the table.
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
Not dinner, but we do need some food to sop up the alcohol we are about to imbibe.
Harp may not have an 18 CON score, but he does weigh twice what Allistar does. So he will cause a bigger crash when he goes down.
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
ooc/ I don't think Allistair is actually entering with me, though he could be /ooc
Ragnar takes Salix's hand and shakes it courteously. "Well met, Wealdward Salix. I am Ragnar, son of Glim, and a cleric of Heironeous. I am pleased to make your aquaintance as well. I am well into my second decade of service in this temple, but I began my mission in the Wildlands."
At this point Harp speaks up, curious. "I was unaware that there were any clerics of Heironeous in the Wildlands. From the way Quarion described it earlier today, it sounds like an unusual place to learn of Heironeous."
"Indeed it is," agrees Ragnar. "But I was born among the dwarves of the Far Reaches, and there are no clerics at all devoted to our god among them. I myself learned of Heironeous only... from a particularly valiant Paladin who was travelling through the area. Later I sought out a cleric willing to teach me in his ways. It is quite possible that he was the only such cleric in all the Wildlands. He was certainly much more, well, practical, perhaps, in his worship rather than the strict discipline among your order or even my own."
"What of the Wildlands themselves, then?" asks Salix.
"It is a beautiful place in truth, my friend" replies Ragnar. "Though I share my kind's affinity for stonework and the deep places of the earth, I have spent most of my life among humans and have come to see things through their eyes, somewhat. The Wildlands are far from most human cities, and though the dwarves take some interest in the areas nearest their mountains, for the most part they are content to leave them be. It is worth noting that Quarion's description is entierly correct; far from the civilizing influences of the cities and the temples, it is an area where the strong take what they will and the weak adjust as they can. But I am sure that a druid such as yourself can appreciate that, and as for myself, I have found that the people there are not truly so different from my brothers here in the temple. Though you will certainly find many who disagree.
"Now if you don't mind my changing the subject, I've noticed that the two of you seem to be good and close friends. Yet I've understood that you met only a few weeks past. How is it that you've come to know each other so well?"
At this point, Ragnar and his two companions begin to trade questions back and forth, as Ragnar catches up on the journey, their history, etc. He makes a point of asking a couple questions about Kal, but keeps it as innocuous as possible (how'd you meet, etc.)
ooc If you had any other specific questions I can answer those too.
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
Just wanted to make clear Ragnar has no intention of being drunk, whether
under the table or anywhere else.
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"
"Ask a glass of water."
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
(OOC - this probably takes place before the others arrive at the tavern.)
"Well, it looks like we'll have to watch out for each other, then. Maybe we'll have to ask Kal what he is trying to do and why he thinks it is his place to test those he has no authority over. If we know his motives maybe we can appease them before he gets out of hand.
"I think you don't know your own strength in this, Harp. I do remember our encounter with the Orcs. I remember what you would have done if you were not accountable to anyone but yourself. The very fact that you recognize to whom you are accountable, though, shows you can find the strength to control your anger even when you would otherwise let it run wild.
I'm sure the punishments have had their place, or at least you feel so or I suppose you would not have stayed with your order. But I don't think the punishment would have been sufficient if you had not wanted to learn the control in the first place. You are not a dog, Harp, though you've used that example more than once. Trust me in this. I know dogs, and I know Orcs." He pauses and looks square in Harp's face, "And I know you are neither of those things."
After a minute, and a large gulp of ale, he continues, "In my case, punishment isn't an option, as you've said. I guess I'll just have to rely on self control. I'll have to make that an extra part of my morning meditations. Still, it's good to know we understand each other in this. I know I have more respect for you now, if your inner fire is anything like what I've been feeling these last couple of days. The power of nature, and our natures, is an awesome thing. I don't think our gods would challenge us with it if we didn't have the power to learn control." Salix pauses again, weighing the truth of his own words as if they had come from Harp. "Time will tell if Kal is a challenge from one of our god, or a temptation from some other," he adds with a wink.
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
True enough Salix, though I prefer my temptations to come from a bottle or a tankard.
Barkeep, another round for my friend and I!!!!
From: Derek
Subject Lunch
Allistair pauses, thinking about Quarion's description of Mund before he answers his question. "There's a chance I may have met him before, but it is unlikely it is the same person. On the other hand, the Mund I knew I haven't seen in over 10 years, and much could have changed in that time. I'll just have to wait until I meet him myself."
At Quarion's suggestion Allistair decides to join the others in the tavern for a meal so that he can introduce himself. As he enters he spots the group quickly, since Harp is afterall hard to miss. Seeing the others motioning him to join them, he takes a seat at the table. He orders a simple meal, and noticing that most everyone is drinking, he orders everyone another round of ale as a gesture of friendship.
Everyone seems a little gloomy after all the arguments that took place earlier. "Well," he says, trying to look somewhat lighthearted, "I've been on journeys that had a better beginning, but at least Quarion didn't seem overly concerned. He just mentioned something about a lot of strong personalities that need smoothing out. I'm sure after a few weeks together things will seem a little better, either that or we'll all have much bigger things to worry about."
After some questions about himself, Allistair decides introduces himself with a bit more detai.. As he speaks, some of the others may notice that he speaks with a slight elven accent. "As Quarion mentioned, I will be the arcane support for the group. I've studied both here at the academy in Gorn, and I had the opportunity to study at the Elven Academy in the Great Wood for several years, from which I recently returned. From what I heard about your previous adventures, it seems that you have all seen your share of battle. Although my formal training was not in battle magic per se, I am knowledgable of most of the appropriate spells, and I think that I will at least be a small benefit to the group, the situatioin being battle or otherwise."
When one of the group asks about being from the Wildlands, Allistair pauses before answering. "Yes, I am originally from a small mountain village in the Wildlands," he says, looking into his mug of ale. "But I have not been there for many years. I actually ran away when I was young so that I could study the ways of magic.
There was a shaman in my village that recognized my talent, but there was little he could teach me as his skills and my talent seemed to be in different areas. I made my way to Freehold where I studied with a wizard there for a time. I eventually found my way to the wizard academy at Garlin, the capitol of Camlost. Having some skill I was admitted as a student and studied there for a few years. After my 2nd year there, I won a competition that allowed me to travel to the Great Wood to study at the Elven Academy. I met Quarion there at the academy, as it seems he travels there from time to time. Returning to Camlost, he invited me to join an expedition that he was organizing. Although he said it was of great importance, I had little idea that I would be involved in a prophesy. But things being such as they are, here I am." He avoids eye contact and drinks the rest of his ale in one long swill.
From: Randy
Subject After the meeting
As Heronin takes his leave Ranthir smiles and makes his own way home. Heronin had been pretty mad when he had to serve the KP duty and Ranthir hadn't made it easier on him. While Heronin peeled potatoes, Ranthir had made sure to make his way past the kitchen at least a couple of times a day, singing some of the songs that had caused the trouble to begin with. Oh, how life was simpler then.
'Now about guarding Rochelle,' Ran thinks to himself, 'Heronin would never leave his intended unprotected. Am I really concerned for her safety or do I only long for her companionship?' At this thought, Ranthir kneels down to meditate. As he silences his thoughts he thinks on how much his friendship with Heronin means and how much hurt there could be if Rochelle were to get in between them. He prays long and hard on moving past his feelings for Rochelle. As he does, an image of a young woman with green eyes and curly red hair enters his thoughts. It is the woman from the tavern, Mira.
'I will trust Heronin and the Order to protect Rochelle for tonight.'
Ranthir spends some time cleaning up and puts on fresh clothes. He straightens out his hair and looks into a mirror. His blue eyes starkly contrasting his jet black hair peer at his reflection. Satisfied that he looks his best, he leaves his chambers and heads to The Lucky Star tavern.
He scans the tavern when he enters, hoping to spot Mira in the crowd. The place is busy, but he finds a free stool at the bar. The barman comes to him and Ranthir orders a glass of Mead. When the bartender hands him the glass, Ranthir asks about Mira. She is on a break and will be back in about half an hour. Ranthir fishes a gold piece out of his pocket and gives it to the bartender along with a request for a table in Mira's section of the bar. He also requests that a dinner be sent over to him as soon as Mira returns. The barman looks at the gold piece appreciatively and leads Ranthir to a table that has just been vacated. As Ranthir sits, the bartender wipes the table clean and smiles, flipping the coin in the air as he walks away.
Over the next 25 minutes Ranthir nurses his drink. He is getting a little nervous. What if Mira didn't remember him? Was he just another generous customer to her? Her smile had been amazing. As his thoughts drift over his memory of dancing with her and the kiss she had given him at the end of the night he smiles and starts to relax a little.
"Ranthir" a soft voice calls out. He looks up from the table and sees Mira carrying a tray of food along with two mugs of ale. There are two plates for the food as well. She puts the tray on the table and slides into the seat next to him.
"Davamros, that's the barkeep, has said that I should join you for dinner. He said he thought you wanted to speak with me." She smiles as she speaks. She loads a plate full of bread, braised pork, and green beans before passing it to him. She then places a much smaller amount on her own plate.
"Davamros is a perceptive and gracious host then. Mira, I wanted to properly thank you for the other evening. You are a graceful dancer and I really needed to cut loose a little. I was hoping to speak with you again before I depart." Ran accepts his plate greatfully and enjoys the aroma rising from it. He cuts a couple of slices of bread and hands one to Mira.
"Depart? You are leaving?" Her eyes are a little downcast at the news but she tries to hide it by raising her mug and taking a pull from it. "Where are you going?"
Ranthir explains to her the situation without going into too much detail. He doesn't mention the prophecy, only that he needs to be a part of this quest and that he is doing it out of respect for his father and his friend. She takes him at his word and acknowledges the importance of honor.
They spend a few moments eating in silence. Ranthir enjoys the flavors of the meal, especially the pork. He takes a swallow of ale to wash down a bite and looks at Mira. She is watching him and smiles as his blue eyes reach her green ones. Her red hair frames her face with ringlet curls. Feeling suddenly confident, Ran reaches across the table and grasps her hands in his.
"Mira, I know we don't know eachother well but I would like to have you accompany me to my friends wedding tomorrow. That is, if you aren't busy?" He feels his face getting slightly warm as he awaits her response. As she starts to reply she is interrupted by a call from Davamros.
"I said you could have dinner with 'im lass, not run away with him!" He follows this with a boisterous laugh.
Mira's cheeks redden with embarrasment though she chuckles along with her boss. "I would be honored to join you."
They spend another half hour or so finishing their meal and engaging in small talk. The tavern is filling up with its evening crowd and the staff seems to be getting a little overwhelmed. Mira apologizes to Ranthir for cutting their time short but she needs to return to work. He waves off the apology and rises to leave. As he does so he takes Mira's hand and pulls her towards him. He kisses her gently and lets her go. He leaves the tavern, feeling lighter as he had after the first night he met her. As he walks home he starts to think about how to impress her in the morning. A carriage drawn by white horses should do the trick. That and a stop to pick up some fresh flowers should do the trick.
From: Karl
Subject Ran
Nice turn, Randy. :-)
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
"Well met, Wealdward Salix," the dwarf says.
"Call me Salix, please. 'Wealdward' is as much surname as it is a title among my people. At any rate I use it after my given name, but only when I'm being formal. Among friends, 'Salix' will do," he says with a cheerful grin.
Salix explains his short history with Harp and their recent adventure. He answers the questions about Kal, but it is clear from the way he chooses his words with extreme care that his feelings are less than comfortable on that subject.
"What can you tell me of the Wildlands flora, or fauna?" he asks. "I know little about the area, and almost nothing first hand. Is it true there are dragons there? I've been told as much but I've always suspected the teller was pulling my leg."
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
"I have little experience with magic users," Salix says. "There was one on our last adventure, but he was the first I've worked with closely." He pauses, then adds diplomatically, "He was a good man."
"So you are a friend of Quarion?" he continues. "He certainly gets around in this land. He has made many visits to my order in the Great North Woods, and has been my primary contact since I left my home with them. I have been traveling on various errands, mostly under the direction of Quarion for well over a year now. He is a good man, too."
From: Josh
Subject Mark and Harp
OOC: Hey! Him and Harp have something in common!
IC: Kal snickers for apparently no reason. :-D
From: Jake
Subject Surin
Surin watches Kal's exchange with Harp, and even he is stunned into silence by the arrogance and hostility that the elf displays. What could possibly motivate the swordsman? "Only one way to find out," Surin mutters under his breath, and quietly slips out of the room. He pads after Kal, following him back to his room. He considers, for a moment, slipping in behind Kal, startling him, and grins broadly at the thought; he could do it, and it would be nice to see the arrogant mask fall, if only for a moment. But no--that would only put the elf on the defensive. Instead, he waits until a few minutes after Kal has entered his room, then knocks on the door.
Lunch continues; Kal and Surin talk
Subject Kal and Surin
"Surin." Kal says, "I figured at this point everyone hated me as the enemy. Are you here to accuse me? If so, leave me be."
From: Karl
Subject Surin
(OOC- good. Salix wouldn't have forgotten Surin and this explains why he didn't specifically invite Surin to the tavern. He wasn't in the room at the time. ;-)
From: Jake
Subject Kal and Surin
"Nah, ain't particularly interested in doing any accusing. Came to talk. Can I come in?"
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
Ragnar replies "The Wildlands are aptly named. Many of the same lifeforms that are found here are prevalent there as well, but the Wildlands also have some inhabitants I've not seen since leaving. Humankind shares the wilderness with other forms of sentient life, as well as animals both cunning and ferocious. The plants have their own forms of defense, of course, and the area is well-known among those of the arcane arts for its exports of natural poisons. I have even seen a thing which I would have sworn was a plant attack and devour a small animal.
"As for the dragons, I have heard the same tales while here in Gorn, and though I suspect the stories are products of an active imagination, there may well be a grain of truth to them. Certainly the locals believe that the mountains are home to dragons of various types. Many even claim to have seen them, but it is difficult to know how credible these tales are. I myself saw a creature that may have been a dragon, but it was late at night and from a great distance. It may well have been something else that gives rise to all these rumors.
"Whether or not our enemies discover our purpose, it is likely we will have to fight our way to the portal against some of the bolder inhabitants of the area."
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
Harp will add little to this conversation. He is still brooding about that damn little elf and his snotty attitude. He may add a few comments here or there, but will let Salix do most of the talking. He will not be rude to any of the guest, just not very outgoing - he is still working things through his little mind.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
Salix continues with this line of conversation for as long as Ragnar is willing and doesn't seem too bored by it. He especially wants to know about any flora or fauna that Ragnar has not seen since leaving the Wildlands. Salix is fascinated by the story of what sounds like a plant-creature. He has heard of them and heard rumors that there might even be some in parts of the Great North Woods that he has not been to, though he has never encountered one face to face (so to speak). He finds the conversation refreshing, and a welcome distraction after spending so much energy contemplating Kal. He will do his best to include Harp, nudging him and motioning to Ragnar when the Dwarf speaks of anything particularly remarkable or interesting. Even if Harp isn't able to add to the conversation, there's no reason to let him brood.
From: Karl
Subject Mailing list problems
Mark, by the way, I didn't get Jason's email at work. I only saw it because Kevin responded. (Just another case to add to the ongoing list issues.)
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
OOC: But he broods so well!! If he can't revel in his discontent, who else can?
Now if this were a murder mystery PBEM game, Kal would wind up dead the next morning, Harp would have blacked out, and then the hunt would be on as to who did it.
It was the rogue, with the candlestick, in the conservatory.
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
ooc: Well, Ragnar is willing to do question and answer for a good while, but Jason would have trouble coming up with more answers that are interesting but vague enough to not interfere with our DM's world :) After they finish, Ragnar is planning to go see Kal but that will probably have to wait for Surin's conversation because we've been eating lunch for quite some time.
From: Josh
Subject Kal and Harp
"Kal would wind up dead the next morning, Harp would have blacked out, and then the hunt would be on as to who did it."
More like Kal would be stuck pleading self defense after he had to kill a drunken half-orc that broke into his room. :-D
From: Mark
Subject Kal and Harp
Or they would wake up in bed together. That would make Salix jealous. :)
From: Josh
Subject Kal and Surin
Kal is surprised that this halfling came to talk. It had seemed before that the entire group was allied against him. "He's with them," Kal quickly realizes, "here to probe my defenses, to see where I'm weak. I can't trust him either, it'll get me killed."
If anyone was watching they would see Kal's demeanor change, his face transforming into a mask of arrogance. His sword-dance remains unchanged, the only constant Kal seems to keep. If anything, he begins working at his drills even harder, quietly punishing himself for every tiny mistake.
"Come in, try not to mind the sword."
From: Karl
Subject Mailing list problems
Interesting. I didn't get Josh's email again, but I got your reply to it.
From: Karl
Subject Grammer Nazi
OOC - Mark, I did get this one. Don't know why I haven't gotten the others.
Also, just to play grammar nazi, you don't use quotation marks for thoughts. I've seen a lot of people doing this and thought I'd point it out. :-)
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
Salix will just continue the conversation in the tavern for as long as someone in the group is willing to hang out. He will also ask Ragnar if there is anything he should pick up for the journey other than what he already has packed. (Tell me if there is anything and I'll add it to my character sheet). Once everyone is finished and ready to leave, Salix will check out the town, buying anything Ragnar suggested, then hang out until near dusk when he will head back to the Chapter House. If the weather is nice, Salix will probably find a nice spot in the garden and will probably even sleep there if there is a spot he can get comfortable in and isn't likely to be walked on. In the morning he will attend the wedding. As a present to Angelwing and Rochelle, he will pray for Plant Growth (Enrichment) and cast it where it will be most beneficial to the couple (either on their own crops or gardens or on the Chapter House garden if they will be living there.
(OOC - I can role-play out any of that if you need me to, but other than those things, Salix is ready to start the next adventure, so I'm just gonna wait for the next DM write-up unless someone else writes something needing a response from Salix. /OOC)
From: Kevin
Subject Vacation
Mark, I am going to be leaving for vacation tomorrow afternoon. I will be able to check e-mail's in the morning, but will be unavailable until Monday at the earliest. I will try to find a small internet cafe where we are going. If you do not hear from me on Monday, assume that I was unable to find one and treat Harp as you will.
Would you also check my stats on Sakeriver? I think I have made the correct updates, but I want an experience eye to review them. I am sure that I have missed something, just can't think of what it is.
From: Mark
Subject Wedding
I am going to be writing the wedding scene this weekend which, as you might expect, should be quite revealing.
You guys can have util then to do any RP you want, inparticular Jake and Josh. Also if Surin gets Kal out of his room and over to the party then maybe there might be something between Kal and the rest of the party, like maybe a brawl. :)
From: Derek
Subject Lunch
Allistair continues drinking ale as the conversation winds down. He'll keep buying drinks for anyone that's still at the table and willing to drink.
OOC: So who is still at the table in the tavern?
From: Jason
Subject Lunch
ooc:Who is still at the table, when? We're on slightly different time-lines here. Kal and Surin started talking shortly after the meeting, while our lunch didn't start until about an hour afterwards And Ranthir is probably way ahead of all of us (timewise) after all he's done. Ragnar will stay for awhile since it appears Salix is interested in what he has to say, but he won't spend more than a couple of hours because he wants to talk to Kal as well.
From: Porter
Subject Mund
Mund gets tired of all y'all taking so long to get to him.
He pulls out Millie and starts whittling a toothpick.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
Salix will stay as long as Allistair. If he gets any advice of stuff to pack from Ragnar, he can pick it up tomorrow afternoon or later.
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
So it looks like Salix and Allistair are gonna be there for a good part of the afternoon. You can roleplay a conversation or whatever if you want.
Kevin didn't give any instructions for Harp so we can assume he's there too.
From: Jake
Subject Kal and Surin
"Don't mind if I do," Surin says with a nod, and slips into the room, closing the door behind himself. He perches on the back of the heavy wooden chair that stands next to the tall oaken dresser and watches as Kal practices his swordsmanship. After a little while he reaches into his pack and draws forth an apple, which he proceeds to eat absently as he watches the performance. He finishes, looks down at the apple core, and then glances around the room for a trash can. Seeing none he flicks it out the window, licks his fingers, and wipes them on the thighs of his pants.
"You're a fair hand with that blade of yours, Kal--goes just where you want it to, an no further. It true what you were saying back there? That it's the same with your tongue? I always just figured you was spouting off, you saying those things to Harp. You really thought all that out ahead of time? Planned it, like?"
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
Harp will stay around for a while, probably a long while. He and Allistair mgiht get into a friendly drinking competition - nothing outward, just each noticing how much the other is drinking and trying to stay up (or ahead) of the other. I want to see who gets to carry the big lug home.
Mark, I expect Harp will stay until after dinner time, but will not stay out the whole night (say 9 pm or so - a good 8-9 hours of drinking. Enough to dull the wedding, but not make him miss it.
If Kal does show up, I would guess that there is a 50/50 chance a fight might start. Otherwise, Harp will just try to leave.
From: Josh
Subject Kal and Surin
Kal continues drilling without responding. He's steping through what appears to be an actual battle in his head, one step at a time, slowly. He ducks left, then steps to the left. He spins back, and feints forward. Surin realizes this would put most enemies on the defensive. Kal feints forward again. He stops himself. Resets back to the last position and repeats the last step. Satisfied, he moves on. A step to the left, a pause, a step to the right. A spin to the left, another feint. Another step the left, and a thrust. Kal's body completely commited to the attack.
He pauses. He looks at his left leg, and then repositions it. He repeats the entire dance, this time his left leg ending in a more guarded position.
"He's reliving the last battle!" Surin realizes. "He made this exact maneuver against that Githyanki! It's from right before he got his thigh cut open."
Kal continues to repeat the attack, each time varying slightly, each time trying to make it less predictable.
Without slowing his drilling, Kal finally replies: "Why are you asking me that question? You already know the truth you wish to believe. I couldn't convince you otherwise."
OOC: I'll be checking my email pretty frequently tonight, so if you're gonna be around we can get a couple of these exchanges done tonight.
Harp and Allistair get drunk, Kal opens up
Subject Lunch
It looks like Allistair is buying another round for Salix and Harp. If the bartender had anything harder, he'll order a round of that too.
Allistair looks into his purse as he buys another round. "Might as well use some coin now. Who knows when we'll be able to relax and spend it freely again." He pauses as he empties his mug. "So... this Elf, Kal. I'll admit he didn't necessarily make the best first impression, but he's not always like that, is he? I mean, from what I hear he helped out a lot when you were attacked by those extraplanar mercenaries. Is there something from his past, perhaps he had a really bad experience with some orcs or something when he was younger? Has he ever talked about his past?"
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
"He hasn't said much about himself," Salix replies. "We met because of the lycanthrope incident we told you about. From that, I suppose we can surmise that he can be dedicated to a cause when he chooses to be. However, from the beginning he has baited Harp, here, and made many rude and pointed remarks. To Harp's credit, he has suffered them all with no violence of any kind. However, this also seems a bit unfair seeing as had the Elf made those same remarks to anyone else in the group there would likely have been bloodshed.
"I thought at first his feelings might have been from prior experience. I, myself, was wary of Harp at first, not knowing any Half-Orcs before him, and having too much experience with full-blood Orcs. But there is no excuse for the verbal attacks and agressive baiting he has shown since then. It's almost as if he has some personal vendetta against Harp, though I don't know what that could be."
Salix, not prone to drunkeness, has noticeably slowed in his drinking, but makes no comment about Harp or Allistair if they choose to tie one on.
From: Kevin
Subject Lunch
This will be my last post until I find an internet cafe down in Tybee Island.
"Damn it Salix" Harp curses. " I understood his caution when we first met. Hell, I am used to that. But after we killed that other beast of a 1/2 orc, you would have thought I had done enough prove myself to him. But nooooo.... Then we get attacked by those five things from who knows where. While he is whirling and twirling around fighting just one of them, I'm off gutting two of them, helping Ran and Cai keep from dying. But that is still not enough. What does he want from me?" With that, Harp slams his tankard on the table, breaking it. With a sorrowful look at the beer running over the table, Harp starts to laugh.
"What is the old saying, Salix, no used crying over spilt milk? Well, I think I can come up with a new one - not worth crying over spilt beer. And that is what Kal is - not worth crying over. Barkeep, a rag and another tankard."
With that, Harp will complete a long and established tradition of getting very drunk to celebrate his promotion
From: Karl
Subject Lunch
Salix pats Harp on one massive shoulder in agreement. Not worth it, indeed.
He watches Harp and Allistair. The more they get drunk, the less Salix wants to drink, keeping his wits about himself so as to help keep the other two out of trouble. Being used to mostly keeping to himself and having no one to rely on other than himself, Salix is not prone to drink heavily or otherwise let his guard down. It looks like this habit will serve him well again tonight.
Salix will eventually help Harp back to the Chapter House, either to his quarters, if he can do that without arousing too much interest, or to a quiet spot in the garden.
From: Josh
Subject Kal and Surin
Did everyone get my last email?
From: Jake
Subject Kal and Surin
OOC--I got it. I'm just now getting a chance to reply though.
IC:Surin laughs, sounding genuinely amused, and begins paring his nails with a dagger that seems to have sprouted from his hand. "There's them as would say that it's because your an ass. I don't know that that's so, but I can't say as I'm entirely sure that it ain't. I *can* say that that's how you're looking though."
He blows on his nails, sending a puff of shavings into the air.
"I reckon you're bright enough to know that, and if your swordplay is any sign you ain't lacking in discipline, so I doubt as how you're just spouting off, all out of control and the like. So," he says, cocking his head to one side and examining his newly trimmed nails, "what's the story?"
From: Josh
Subject Kal and Surin
Kal stops training. He motions to the chain shirt and says "This thing is too heavy, I can't move in it."
Kal takes off the chain shirt, wraps it up neatly, and takes back out the studded leather. He checks it over, looking for loose straps or broken joints. When he is satisfied he takes an oiled cloth to it and starts working the leather. After about a minute of silence, Kal looks at Surin, and says simply:
"I don't know."
Surin notices Kal is no longer smirking. His face has softened in the last few minutes, making him apear much more elven. All the sharp lines in his face are gone, giving it a sort of sad quality.
OOC: Mark, I updated my sheet with the same studded leather armor. If I wore the chain I'd be trading an attack point for an AC point and some extra weight. Not really worth it.
Kal and Surin talk some more, A Wedding
Subject Kal and Surin
"Yeah, I've never been one for chain either. Weighs me down, slows me just enough to throw me off. Plus, it's on the noisy side, which ain't helpful in my line of work."
Seeing the smirk leave Kal's face, Surin bites back the sarcastic comment that was on his tongue.
"Huh."
The dagger reappears, this time in his left hand, and he begins work on the nails of his right. "So it just bubbles up, like?"
He pauses in paring his thumbnail, feels the edge of it with his right forefinger, and the resumes. "I'll tell you true, scared me a little knowing I was going to be off in the woods with Harp. There are worse things out there than orcs, but not for want of trying--they're a nasty bunch. You'd think the child of one of them things and a human would be about as bad. Worse maybe. I knew a dog one time, was half wolf. Thing was crazed. Didn't fit in as a dog, that's for damned sure. One minute it'd be all licks and cuddles, and he next it'd get all nervous. If you wasn't careful it was liable to take your face off when it got like that. It tore up one of the kids pretty bad, my aunt put it down herself. Just wasn't safe to have around."
"When I first met Harp I was afraid it'd be like that. It ain't been that way though. He gets angry, sure enough, but he's not one to explode." He laughs. "If he was, you'd've been pasted to one tree or another by now, and that's a fact. Hell, you had me pissed enough to smack you, that one time, and you weren't even talking to me."
He finishes the nails of his right hand, eyes them critically, and buffs the nails of both hands against his chest. "Seems to me, though, that the biggest proof that he's not what you'd reasonably expect ain't that he ain't pounded you though. Nah, what clenches it for me is the gifts his god gives him. Now, I don't know a lot about paladins, but I've heard that if they fall out of line their god takes away their magic on the spot. That hasn't happened with Harp. I figure the gods probably know a thing or two I don't, so if he's good enough for Hironeous, I reckon that's good enough for me."
OOC: and on that note, I've got to get to bed. I'll do another turn when I wake up in the morning, Josh.
From: Josh
Subject Kal and Surin
"I was very certain when I first met Harp that he was the enemy. Everything I did afterwards followed from that. If you had believed as I had, you would have gone to the same lengths. I couldn't allow 5 elves to put their lives in his hands when he was so clearly an enemy of our folk. His evil nature was written clearly across his face."
I did what I did because I believed he was an enemy, I went as far as I needed to, no further."
Kal goes silent for a moment, obviously deep in thought. His left hand absently strokes the hilt of his rapier.
"Most bladesingers are right handed, you know. Our training usually starts after our eighth birth-year, which is before most children are able to show favor to one hand or the other. Unless for some reason the child shows a strong inclination toward his left, he learns with his right. "
Kal tests the edge of his blade with his finger. Finding a dull spot, he takes out his whetstone and begins to sharpen. Two quick strokes on each side and he re-tests the edge. Another two strokes on each side and he's satisfied.
"I wasn't selected at birth for training like most bladesingers, however. I was 20 years old at the time they found me. My father had already began training me with as a swordsman with my left hand, and it was more natural to start my training from there."
Kal stops for a moment again, clearly considering his words carefully.
"I'm surprised with you, Surin." Kal says, "Most people would have hated me outright for how I treated their friend. Why do you care to hear my side?"
From: Karl
Subject Kal and Surin
Good turns guys. Keep it going. :-)
From: Mark
Subject The Wedding
The head Chapter House of the Order of the Silver Sword was efficient if nothing else. The echo of the first bell had not stopped reverberating though the bell tower before the pages had shown up at the doors of the rooms where the party slept. Some had no problems waking their charges. Ragnar and Ran were already up. Young Squire Geoff was surprised to find Salix just where the Major Domo had said he would be, out under a tree in the courtyard. Squire Sean had a tougher time rousing Sergeant Harp and was scared half to death by the growl that came from the 1/2 orcs room after he had been pounding on the door for a while. Taking the cursing as sign of the 1/2 orcs being awake he scampered off, back to the Major Domo to let him know that his task was done. Squire Patrick has the same problem with Allistair, with out the cursing, but the mage looked the worse for wear, with bleary eyes and unkempt hair. Squire Mattias found the halfling Surin and Kal sound asleep, but easily roused.
The squires all deliver their message. The wedding will be at the third bell of the morning, the reception will be at noon and there will be a meeting with Quarion and Knight/Colonel Goodheart at the third bell after noon. The companions spend the next few hours preparing for the wedding, some more quickly than others. In fact Ran is the first out of the building, off to find some flowers and Mira. He is not in his room when Squire Martin tries to deliver a message from Rochelle. Harp and Allistair both spend an excessive amount of time in the showers and steam room, trying to shake the effects of last night. They do not say much to each other, but they do shoot each other knowing looks. What small talk there they have is about cures for hangovers both have tried over the years.
As the hour grows closer the companions start working their way towards the small chapel where the ceremony will be performed. Every one is in their best clothes. Harp is in his new dress uniform, Salix has cleaned his leather armor till it almost shines, Surin is wearing a fine doublet of silk that he had found at one of the markets in town. The only person missing it seems it Ragnar. His absence is explained when the rest of the party arrives at the chapel. Ragnar greets them dressed in clerical robes. He guides them to their seats and leaves to help with the ceremony.
The crowd is small but prominent. Ranthir's father, the Knight/Marshall is there, looking more frail than would be expected for a Paladin of his stature.. The head cleric of the temple can be seen bustling about, ordering Ragnar and two other clerics around , putting the final touches on the alter. In all there are about 30 people in the small chapel.
The chapel is beautifully decorated, with stunning stained glass windows and full size stone carvings of many heroic Paladins of the order. Harp does his best to tell everyone of the history of those depicted. "The statues honor the greatest of the Paladins of the order. The windows" he points to the stained glass windows that surround the top of the chapel, letting in the morning sun, " are depictions of the battles of our founder, Valorshield. That one depicts his victory over Mesodar. That one depicts when he was first called by Heironeous. That one depicts when he was crowned King of Schon." He goes on, explaining each window.
The sound of the third bell of the morning brings everyone to attention. The is a rustle of sound and everyone turns to look at the back of the chapel. Rochelle is there, stunning in a white dress, her hair done up, her long neck set off by a necklace of gold, silver, peals and diamonds. She wears a small tiara in her hair. She walks down the center of the chapel and takes her seat next to Angelwing. The head cleric and his assistants, including Ragnar, star their ceremony. Those attending can feel the power that they are summoning. Powers of protection, powers of truth, powers of good. Even Kal, who uses arcane powers recognizes the forces arrayed here. He knows that he would die if he were to utter any falsehood in this room now. He half expects to see Harp writhing on the floor in agony, but is not really surprised to see the 1/2 orc sitting there, his face serene.
The prayers are many and complex but they are soon done. The head cleric then calls Rochelle and Angelwing up to the alter. There he performs the simple bonding ceremony that the order uses. The power of the room is such that the witnesses can almost see the vows as they are spoken and can see them connect the two people as they proclaim them. As the vows are finished another power enters the room.
A light shines through the window on the wall showing the crowning of Valorshield. The colored light glows on the west wall where it lands and starts to coelesc. Over the next 1/2 minute or so it takes the form of a winged man about 9 feet tall. His skin is golden and his eyes look to be of silver. His wings almost fill the wall he is standing against. When he speaks, his voice is more than just heard, it is felt. Ragnar hears it in Dwarven, Kal in High Elvish, Salix in the language of the Druids. They hear it in their minds and in their hearts.
"My son, I come to you on this day, your wedding day, in completion of the prophecy I made so many years ago. Conflict is in the future and we each have a part to play. As I promised here is the key." With a gesture a form take shape in his hand. It is a golden crown with eight points. "This was my crown, the Crown of Valorshield. With it I was able to overcome my enemy. But the crown itself it just the holder. The jewels must be found and replaced for the crown to have effect. The prophecy will guide you. I will come again at the appointed time. Know, my son, that the Battle God and I are well pleased." The creature reaches out a hand and touches Angelwing on the forehead. Then he is gone, but the crown is on the alter.
It is several minutes until everyone is recovered enough to talk. "We have much to talk about. We will meet at the noon hour for lunch and then at the third bell, we will hold council again." With that the chapel empties.
OODM: Does anyone want to do anything? If not tell me you are ready to go and I will do the next scene.
From: Derek
Subject The Wedding
OODM: Does anyone want to do anything? If not tell me you are ready to go and I will do the next scene.
I'm ready to go on.
From: Josh
Subject Wedding
I've still got some more to do with the conversation between Surin and Kal, but you can move ahead without us. Nothing over there should have any immediate effect on this.
From: Jason
Subject The Wedding
Fun turn. I'm ready to go. Ragnar still has to meet Kal and Surin, but he can reasonably put it off until after the meeting.
Ready to go after the wedding
Subject The Wedding
Mund crashes the wedding, gets drunk at the bar, and starts talking loudly about how it's them miscgented that are causing all the problem round here.
From: Karl
Subject The Wedding
Salix is ready to go.
The Reception
Subject Turn
I am going to assume Harp does not want to do anything.
Still waiting to hear from Randy and Jake.
Since it is not a big deal, if I do not hear from them by tonight I will go ahead and write the next section.
From: Randy
Subject Ran
I may write something up regarding Ranthir and Mira but don't wait on me.
From: Kevin
Subject Harp
Harp is still recovering from the previous days libations.
Just found a newly opened internet cafe' - the only one on this island. I will read the turns and stop up tomorrow morning. I will add nothing tonight.
From: Mark
Subject The reception
The party members are led to a private dining room. Most of the people who were at the wedding are at the reception, with the exception the two other clerics that had assisted with the ceremony. Anglewing and Rochelle sit at the head table along with the Knight/Marshall and the cleric that had overseen the wedding. Talk is subdued, for some it is because of what had happened during the vows, for others it is because of what had happened the night before. The seven companions are seated together at the same table. Harp and Salix even set aside their distaste for Kal so that it is a reasonably enjoyable meal for everyone. The food is simple but well prepared and everyone eats their fill.
When the meal is done Goodheart stands and calls the room to attention. "This is a happy day for all in the Order, none more so than our brother Angelwing. I wish him and his bride well in the years to come. We all know that trying times are likely to be ahead, but take what joy you can find and live it to the fullest." With that he raises his glass for a toast and every one toasts the happy couple. Ran feels a small twinge when he clinks his wine glass with Mira, but the feelings behind him. "Now" continues Goodheart " I have another announcement to make.
As of today, Anglewing is promoted to Knight/Colonel of the Order and is put in charge of the 3rd Regiment." Angelwing looks a bit stunned at this, but rises from his chair and joins Goodheart. The old soldier presents the young man with his sword of office. "This sword was carried by the first knight to lead the 3rd Regiment, Brendan Strongarm. May you live up to his name." The room breaks into applause and stomping of feet. Harp almost breaks the table top by slapping his hand down on it. "I thank you and the Knight/Marshall for this honor" Anglewing says "and I will do my best to be worthy of it." He looks at Ran's father and frowns at what he sees. Ran's father is looking very pale.
"Knight/Marshall, are you well?" ask Angelwing. "Well enough, but still weak. I think I will take my leave, and let those younger continue the celebration." Pages are called and the head of the Order is helped back to his room. Angelwing turns serious. He walks over to the table where the party is sitting. "We need to talk about your next mission. Meet Goodheart and me in the meeting room in 1/2 an hour." Angelwing walks back to Rochelle and takes her arm and leads her from the room.
1/2 hour later the party is all in the same meeting room that they had met in the day before. Angelwing, Quarion Smith and Goodheart are both there as well as the seven members of the party. Goodheart starts. "Ok so we have a little better idea of what we are looking for, if not what it does. We, and I mean the order, had thought the Crown of Valorshield lost centuries ago. I guess it turns out we were only half right. We did not know where it was but Valorshield did." He grins at this. His grin quickly disappears when he does not hear anyone else laughing. "We still have no idea how the thing works but our best guess is that we have to retrieve the 8 stones that should be in the crown. We have several paintings that show the crown with 8 different stone. We think that at least one will be found at the testing grounds."
"To help you on your way we have supplied Brother Ragnar with a good supply of healing potions and some more powerful healing scrolls. We will also supply him with several scrolls that will allow him to create food and water for the day. That way you will not have to be heavily burdened with supplies. The food will be filling if not tasty and the water will be fresh and pure. The horses you have now will not fit on the boat you will be taking, so we have arranged for all of you to have riding horses when you meet your contact. Bring what you must, but know that speed is essential. You must be at the headwaters of the Rushing River in time or all it lost. Any questions?"
OODM: Ok the floor is open. Ask now or forever keep your peace.
The quest
Subject The reception
Kal's got nothing to say. I really wanna get that conversation with Salin finished up (I've got 1 or 2 more exchanges and I'm done), but Jake seems to be MIA.
I might just have Kal continue speaking, if Jake doesn't appear in the next day or so.
From: Jason
Subject The quest
"Do we expect to find these 8 stones beyond the portal then?"
From: Mark
Subject the quest
"We do not know for sure, but we expect that there is only one stone in the testing grounds. There is still much of the prophecy that we are trying to figure out how it applies. We think that the locations of other gems are hidden in the text but can not figure it out."
From: Kevin
Subject The quest
OOC: Mark, I have some access, but it is a little bit limited, so I will summarize what I would like Harp to do.
While Harp recognizes the value of the potions and scrolls of healing, if the group encounters anyone or anything like they did on the first adventure, then this might not be enough. Harp will ask about a Wand of Cure Light Wounds, though I am sure that the powers that be will say " We have provided all that is needed" or some such B.S. - Harp will push the subject some suggesting that the small cost of such an item is well worth it when compared to failure due to injury.
Harp will still need to pick up his armor before he leaves.
Mark, I am not able to sign onto Sakeriver to the point where I can make changes - I left myself signed in on my home computer and it will not let me resign in. I don't think we will have an encounter before I get home on Sunday, but if you have time, as I asked before, would you mind checking my stat sheet to make sure I have done everything correctly?
Also, BTW, my squire was very pleased at being involved in the story and he wants to know when Harp will be of sufficient level so he can take a squire along with him. I told him that squire are generally the first to die in these types of games.
From: Karl
Subject The quest
Salix has nothing to ask. He will, however, visit his horse, cast "Speak with animals" and let him know that he is going to be gone for a long time. He is being left in the care of Quarion and should obey any commands received from him. Salix will miss him and will come back to collect him as soon as possible