Battle at Harkon Manor

ghostcat

First Post
Having assumed that Lora was not going to take any further action, Trinham was just about to intervene when the girl spoke up. As Lora takes over, Trinham shuts up but reviews what he would liked to say I'm with Claude on this. I don't care if Tira is part of our group or not, I'm not prepared to let an innocent be harmed if I can prevent it. Having lived in a village like this all of my life, I have seen what happens when a lynch mob forms. Believe me, this situation has all the making of a lynch mob.. When Vance chimes in Trinham thoughts continue Oh heck. Now the local nobility is joining the mob. Please Lora. Try to keep Vince's brains in his pants for a bit longer, otherwise we are going to be in deep ****

While his weapon is still in its sheaf, Trinham is alert and ready if violence flares up; the drowsiness of a few minutes ago gone. His recent thoughts mean he knows what he has to do if necessary, regardless of the consequences.

[sblock=OOC]Text in italics is Trinham's private thoughts and not spoken aloud[/sblock]
 

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HolyMan

Thy wounds are healed!
The commotion scares away all the locals and it seems that the group has the area to themselves. Vance looks about, "I think we are private enough for now and there are things you need to know before meeting my brother."

Vance motions to Brend, the older man comes forward to whisper in the youngers ear, bringing a big smile to Vance's lips. "No," Vance says his face going serious and Brend returns to his spot and form growling look mace still in hand.

"Please sit everyone, or stay sitted as the case may be," he adds looking at Aidan. "My Lord Grignard, if you would take charge of the young lady and ask her to sit with us."

As everything settles down, Vance joins the group across the table from Lora and helps himself to some of the food presented. He turns his head to look at Brend and the priest sheathes his weapon harshly and walks inside the establishment. "He believes I should chain you all and sort this out while you can cause no harm. I am not so untrusting and believe people till I catch them in a lie." His gaze falls on everyone as he tries to gauge their motives.

"Now who wishes to start from the beginning you talk as if you are not at war with the Treylor. And your actions seem to suggest you have not been companions long." Vance says with a look to Claude and Tira. "And you mention Martomum. Would that be Martomum Stonebreaker?"

[sblock=OOC] Notes: Vance is an NPC already at the helpful stage thanks to a beautiful young girl, so no need for Diplomacy. Unless you wish to try it on Brend.

Bluff checks if you attempt to tell the story while leaving things out.

Sense Motives if you want to feel out Vance, or Tira while she is NPCed. [/sblock]
 

ghostcat

First Post
Relieved that things appear to be getting back under control, Trinham resumes his seat and pointedly looks at Lora, waiting for her to start.
 

Sphyh

First Post
At Lora's glance Onesimus raises his off hand and nods. "Yea, yea I know. Diplomacy right?" as he sheathes his blade and returns to the table. He picks up his chair and sits back down and without a word grabs his spoon and begins to eat again. At the mention of being chained up possible he raises his head and makes eye contact with Vance as he was gazing about the party. Without skipping a beat he dips his spoon and takes another big bite without breaking eye contact. He then points his spoon lazily in the direction of Lora and he finishes the food in his mouth. "Miss Lora will speaks for the group Lord Vance."
 

Frozen Messiah

First Post
Claude looks over to Tira and motions for her come over. Claude grabs his chair and sits down again. "I understand that you do not wish to argue Miss Lora but the nature of everthing I do is planned and with good intent. I saw no evil in her, this is through both my own determination and divine. I also undersatnd our pasts do not define our futures but they do effect our judgement, like maybe yours against men, I will try in the future try not to let past incidences plague my judgement." Claude says calmly as he quiets himself down and lets his mind stop racing, "I agree with Onesimus on who should speak on our behalf. I trust your choices Miss Lora, please do not let this incident make it seem otherwise."
 

Theroc

First Post
Aidan looks at the others, blinking a moment. "Methinks we should debate and argue our plans when we dun't have company, it's rude to exclude people... an' it's poor form to discuss such matters when those uninvolved are present... or so Ma always tol' me..." before shooting a glance at Vance and returning to his food.
 

Myth and Legend

First Post
Lora felt relief as the situation lost some of it's tension and the group returned around the table. The girl eyed Tira as she sat next to Claude. Something bugged Lora, as she moved her gaze back and forth from Tira to Jareth - the same bright red hair, the same piercing green eyes, similar facial structure... She was used to noticing the similarities between herself and her own brother Arthur and now Lora tried to figure if those two had some sort of family relation - bloodlines were apparent when one could piece the similarities together and use calm logic to examine the evidence.

Lora didn't want to keep Vance waiting, and she was glad the group had finally started acknowledging her authority. Trusting them to speak for the group was good, even though she wasn't nearly as eloquent as Claude, nor did she know highspeak like Onesimus. The girl decided to answer the young noble's question without delay, while she still kept her gaze on Tira and occasionally on Jareth.

"Yes, Martoumum Stonebreaker. He is the leader of the irregular's camp in Lord Bairan's army. If you know him you must also know Bear and Dellex. We were supposedly marching to meet the invading force of the Teylor Empire, but i think foul play may be afoot. I've seen enough to think that Lord Bairan is not leading the army, and that Dellex is now in charge. Me and Aidan - she pointed towards the dark skinned lad on her left. - met him, he even gave us these" the girl produced her blue brooch from her backpack and hurriedly hid her drawing that was still laying on top of it.

"I think he is trying to secure the Lord's seat for himself and is moving the armed force to further his own power. The whole army was marching North instead of East, and we encountered a village completely slaughtered and burned, with a single Teylor helmet as supposed evidence. After that, Martoumum got written orders from Lord Bairan, asking him to send a force to warn you at Harkon Manor of an impeding Teylor attack. The letter also mentioned that we must take Jareth with us, which is now making more and more sense."

Lora paused for a moment, and took a sip of the refreshing white liquid in her mug before continuing. She forced herself to look the young noble in the eyes - he had an aura about him, like one of the princes from the fairy tails she used to read as a little girl. He was handsome and well mannered, much more so than was required for one of his blood. Lora couldn't help but blush as she talked, sometimes gasping for air or stuttering. She really was bad at talking when she wasn't barking orders or implying someone was stupid.

"Uhh so, ah. Well so we were set out but were forced to split up. Martoumum went to aid some friendly tribe of Gnolls that inhabit the woods past the creek. We... - Lora's ears were on fire with unease and embarrassment, and her heart had dropped in her feet. - we then hurried here to see what was going on. I am not one to meddle in the affairs of Nobles, but i think Dellex is smart enough a Wizard to know how to forge his own companion's handwriting. These orders Martoumum got were probably fake, although i know not what Dellex will benefit of us coming here and raising you to arms, unless he somehow manages to convince the Elves to attack... "

Lora paused and her eyes widened. There it was - the puzzle was coming together! She still needed more information to complete it however. But Jareth's presence suggested Dellex wanted to instigate a feud between the Elves and the Valorn family. Now if only this traveling hunter spoke of her own part in all of this. Lora eyed Tira with suspicion, but remained quiet.

[sblock]Int check for Lora to figure out the situation between Jareth and Tira: 1d20+4=22 With 18 Int the girl is quite smart and should be able to figure things out i suppose. Tell me if i'm not going in the right direction so i can edit HM.[/sblock]
 

Dragonwriter

First Post
Jareth sits down again to listen to the young noble’s words. He tries to focus on the situation at hand, paying attention to what the others say and keeping his own trap shut. Odds are it would only bring more trouble if he spoke any more at the moment.

His sparkling green eyes, gone cold for the moment, shifted regularly from scanning the group to focusing on Tira, his face impassive the whole time. He looks sidelong at Lora as she mentions the order to bring him along on this trek, recalling how they had reacted to it. Maybe I should tell them a little… At least about Tharivol. But no more!
 

HolyMan

Thy wounds are healed!
Vance's winning smile falters for only a second. Had Aidan been refering to some flaw in him? Nonsense, he thinks. The young lad is jealous as most men are. "I believe your Ma left you off her aporn strings to..." but whatever Vance was trying to say was lost as Lora spoke up about Martomum.

The lord listened and smiled tucking aside his questions like Brend had taught him. Interupting always led to people going silent. Either they didn't like to be interupted or figured out they were talking to much. So he sat there and listened and enjoyed the view. I wonder what it looks like when she smiles, he said to himself after she was finished.

"Yes I know Martomum, Dellex, and Lord Bear. They were here with another man, Fallon, the four of them solved the gnoll problems that were plauging farmers near Harkon Manor. After they were finished they needed to hurry back home and took The Spider's Path, even after all the warnings. I was younger then and Lord Bear inspiried me to choose the life I now lead."

Vance goes silent as Brend returns holding open the door to the wayhouse. The barkeep, Frella, and another man wearing a cook's greasy apron come out bearing more trays of food. Their shoulders are hunched and the look at no one and say not a word as they put the trays on the table and then return inside. Brend takes a postion standing behind Vance arms folded.

"Now you say you were part of Lord Bairin's army," he says helping himself to some of the steaming food brought out. "That Dellex has takin charge of Lord Bairin's force and instead of marching to war with the elves to the east, he had the army head north." he pauses to take a bite seemingly lost in thought.

"Then the most incredible part of your story," he continues. "Is while on your way here, you encountered a villiage completely destroyed by the Treylor." He shakes his head and everyone notices Brend's eyebrows' raise in surprise. "The Treylor can not possibly be in Pesh. They have to get through the mountains and then by the Great King's city Siere. And by all reports it will be months till they get through the mountains."

Brend steps forward to say something to Vance in a language no one understands(except Onesimus). Vance frowns and says(in common)"Is anyone present?"

"Kase and Robert." Brend says in answer to the odd question.

"Then send them south and tell them to be back quickly." Vance says over his shoulder then returns to speaking to the group as Brend again darts inside the wayhouse. Vance's stare is now on Tira, but it is not the admiring looks he has givin to Lora. More a penetrating stare as if he was trying to find the truth. "You just arrived here?" he asks her.

"Yes, and it is true that I have never met these people before." she says a little more enbolden. Perhaps she doesn't like the feel of Vance's eyes or the fact that she was called a spy. "My people only wished to know if it was true that the elves and humans are at war."

"And what if we are, do they plan to join the Treylor?" Vance snaps at her. "Are the Nandirly finally ready to rejoin their brothers the Treylor?" he asks angrily. Tira clamps her jaw shut noticeably, and Vance turns to Lora with softer eyes and a smile.

"Miss Lora I believe you have misread what Dellex is doing. If the Treylor are on their way here it is not to fight us, it is to fight the Nandirly."

Turning back to Tira he says in a saddened voice. "The elves and humans are not at war, it is the elves of the east who are at war with the elves to the north. And humans are just in the way."

[sblock=High Speech] The barkeep said something about one of the deliveries from the south being over two days late. [/sblock]

[sblock=ML] No other checks I think you have figured out their relationship. :pGreat job!!:D [/sblock]
 
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ghostcat

First Post
Listening to Lora tell her story, Trinham visibly cringes when she starts going on about their suspected duplicity of Dellex. Still she has previously shown a good grasp of strategy, so he decides to trust her. However when Vance starts to display the same xenophobia towards the elves as the rest of the village, he knows that they are in trouble.

Once Vance has finished speaking, he can't contain his curiosity any longer and has to speak up. Turning to Vance he assumes a fawning tone and says "Sorry to interrupt mi lord. Can I ask a question?" Once Vance has given him permission, he will continue. "Are you saying that the Treylors' are elves, Sire?"
 

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