The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

mps42 · Nov 4, 2005

Graevel, Nibelungen sorcerer lvl 0

[sblock] "Rust and rot!" Graevel swears as he realizes his coin purse is missing. With a few other choice words, he looks about trying to spot the cretinous Cobnyeu if he can.

OOC: If he can spot him / her/ it, he will begin following as inconspicuously as possible. If not, Graevel will turn and stomp angrily back to the Emporium doing his best to memorize the face of the thief.[/sblock]

Bloodcookie · Nov 5, 2005

"Certainly, the priest's sense of propriety is quite correct," Caradoc quickly adds, following Weel's lead. "In any case, we have need of one of your superior-quality tents. That will conclude our business for now," he states flatly, pushing ten gold coins toward the merchant.

Rhialto · Nov 5, 2005

mps42 said:
[sblock] "Rust and rot!" Graevel swears as he realizes his coin purse is missing. With a few other choice words, he looks about trying to spot the cretinous Cobnyeu if he can.

OOC: If he can spot him / her/ it, he will begin following as inconspicuously as possible. If not, Graevel will turn and stomp angrily back to the Emporium doing his best to memorize the face of the thief.[/sblock]

[sblock]Fortunately, stealth is not this pickpocket's specialty. You easily spot the Cob rushing through the crowd, and into a large purple tent at the edge of the street.[/sblock]

Rhialto · Nov 5, 2005

Bloodcookie said:
"Certainly, the priest's sense of propriety is quite correct," Caradoc quickly adds, following Weel's lead. "In any case, we have need of one of your superior-quality tents. That will conclude our business for now," he states flatly, pushing ten gold coins toward the merchant.

Kessel, with a nod, accepts the coins, and glances at Granthus. The majordomo responds by quickly bringing a packet to the group, which he hands to them with a flourish. Kessel nods, and then glances at the recruits. "Well, you got what you came for. Now out of the Emporium."

mps42 · Nov 5, 2005

Graevel Kerd

[sblock] Graevel will follow, not too close. Then, when he sees the tent, quickly circle all the way around to make sure the litte creep didn't sneak out the back (it is a tent, after all, and all you need to make another door is a well-honed dagger...)
Then, once he is reasonably sure the Cobnyeu is still in the tent, he will look about to find the nearest shop and ask whos' tent it is.[/sblock]

jkason · Nov 6, 2005

Rhialto said:
Kessel, with a nod, accepts the coins, and glances at Granthus. The majordomo responds by quickly bringing a packet to the group, which he hands to them with a flourish. Kessel nods, and then glances at the recruits. "Well, you got what you came for. Now out of the Emporium."

Once back on the streets, Weel tells Caradoc, "Sorry about that. Just looked to me like we weren't going to get a decent price on the goods. The Emporium seems to be enjoying a monopoly, I suppose."

The priest pulls out three gold coins and extends them to the merchant's son. "For my share of the tent," he adds. "Which I suppose we should get back and set up if we want to have a place to sleep tonight. Graevel looks like he's wandered off on his own again, but I'm sure he'll wander back eventually."

Assuming the others don't have other errands, Weel heads back to the campground.

Rhialto · Nov 7, 2005

mps42 said:
[sblock] Graevel will follow, not too close. Then, when he sees the tent, quickly circle all the way around to make sure the litte creep didn't sneak out the back (it is a tent, after all, and all you need to make another door is a well-honed dagger...)
Then, once he is reasonably sure the Cobnyeu is still in the tent, he will look about to find the nearest shop and ask whos' tent it is.[/sblock]

Graevel:

[sblock]As Graevel circles round the tent, he hears the sound of a frenzied discussion in Nibelungen. He can't make out the words, exactly, which seem to be in a strange dialect, but it is the tongue of his people.[/sblock]

Rhialto · Nov 8, 2005

jkason said:
Once back on the streets, Weel tells Caradoc, "Sorry about that. Just looked to me like we weren't going to get a decent price on the goods. The Emporium seems to be enjoying a monopoly, I suppose."

The priest pulls out three gold coins and extends them to the merchant's son. "For my share of the tent," he adds. "Which I suppose we should get back and set up if we want to have a place to sleep tonight. Graevel looks like he's wandered off on his own again, but I'm sure he'll wander back eventually."

Assuming the others don't have other errands, Weel heads back to the campground.

Weel:

[sblock]Heading back to the barracks, Weel is surprised to pass a group of forty or so individuals dancing in a large field. Well, 'dancing' might not be the right term--they instead cycle between various positions in a flowing, graceful manner. One three-quarters the group carry greatswords--the other seem to be completely unarmed. As they exercise, one of the unarmed one chants ritually. "I am--a ship upon the sea. I am the sea that carries the ship. I am the sea where dwells the shark. I am the shark who lives in sea...." A banner showing a black hand waves over them.

As Weel passes them, he is surprised to see Ritter Helm arguing with a tall Aguiran woman carrying a greatsword on her back, standing away from the others.

"--And I think you should recall what we paid you for, Kithera!" bellows Helm.

"We were paid to fight for your 'Emperor', and to die for him--and that is exactly what we did," notes Kithera. "In great numbers, I may add."

Helm peevishly crosses his arms. "So much for the legendary 'Society'..." Glancing over he notices Weel, and stares in shock.

Kithera glares at him. "Even we are only as effective as the leaders we follow. Why--" Noticing Helm's silence, she follows his gaze. "Who's that?"

Helm coughs. "One of the new recruits." He bows. "Master Weel. Lady Kithera and I were just discussing certain matters of--military discipline." Both manage a rather embarassed glance at each other. "I hope you are enjoying youself here."[/sblock]

Izara:

[sblock]The steady voice of Chanter Rel rings out as the Society of the Slaying Hand, both Fist and Sword, goes through their paces. "I am--a ship upon the sea. I am the sea that carries the ship. I am the sea where dwells the shark. I am the shark who lives in sea...." Izara listens to the old sacred Chant, losing herself in it, as any good Janissary would. Despite the distraction.

This week's exercise had gone perfectly well--until Ritter Helm had come to complain to Lady Kithera about how little the Society were doing. Izara frowned. Didn't the fool realize how vital their practice was? Apparently not, as they'd all spent the last ten minutes listening to him recycle old complaints. "You were given a great deal of money, your damn, black Slaying Hand, and I think you should recall what we paid you for, Kithera!" he bellows.

"We were paid to fight for your 'Emperor', and to die for him--and that is exactly what we did," notes Kithera. "In great numbers, I may add."

Smiling to herself, Izara turns back to focus on the Chant. "I am a bird upon the wind! I am the wind that holds the bird! I am a wind that moves the grass! I am the grass the wind moves! I am the grass the sword does cut! I am the sword that cuts the grass! I am--the sword that spills the blood! I am the blood, spilt by swords. All are me! All I see! All these things are me!"

Glancing over, Izara notices that a young man has approached Helm and the Lady, and is apparently talking with them. Well, at least they're talking with him.[/sblock]

jkason · Nov 8, 2005

[sblock]Weel bows back to both. "Ritter Helm, Lady Kithera. An honor." Then he smiles easily. Buying and selling goods he doesn't understand. This is right up his alley; it's like being back in the middle of a dispute between the various work crews on a new road project.

"Contract negotiations are often heated and difficult for both contractor and contracted. If they weren't, you'd have to wonder if the opposite party had the passion to be worth your time, wouldn't you?

"And we're doing fine, I think, Ritter. Just been to the Emporium. Good for tent-finding, not so good for recognizing the worth of a weapon," he adds wryly, indicating the greatsword he's strapped to his backpack. [/sblock]

Nephtys · Nov 8, 2005

Izara continues to go trough the movements, making her way slowly and gradually towards the conversation while appearing to remain focused on her exersices.
The Empire wouldn't dare to move openly against the Society, they had too many enemies already to make another one. And the society had fulfilled the bargain, as far as she knew (which admittedly wasn't much more than conjecture), at least to some extent.
"I am the blood, the taste of steel! I am the steel that splits the skin. I am the skin that binds the void! I am the void, defines what's real! I am what's real! I am all!"
She moves closer, and listens. She was eager to finally end her long years of preparation and enter the world once more.

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