Age of Mortals - Knights of Solamnia (1st Summer)

[Brother Shatterstone]

Aurnia Shatterstone: Human/Female (Gestalt:Knight of Solamnia/Divine Bard)

Aurnia looks ashamed as see she’s her brother reliving the hunting memories one more time, she had meant her comments mostly in jest, Tristram had changed the last few years when they where away from each other but his continued insistence in calling her gorgeous was a little much in her opinion, He must be worried about heirs to the family name, we’re few and far between now, and he’s just trying to bolster my confidence to see out a husband... Her shame cannot hide her sisterly love as she comes to that conclusion.

“No I imagine I can’t allow you to ruin my day, but it’s a sister’s luxury to worry about her brother. Your right though, I’m needed elsewhere, if you want you can make yourself at home in my room until then.”

With a sisterly hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek Aurnia takes her leave of Tristram and walks towards servant, “Sorry my good man, I do not mean to waste your time like that, how can I help lord Bethanus?”

 

[Creamsteak]

The servant explains, "Bethanus requested your presence. That is all he told me. I would not be so bold as to deny his order."

The slick black hair of the servant shines brightly, but the reak of the animal oils he uses to keep his hair in such a "kempt" manner have a horribly death-like smell. Of course, he seems completely unaware of this.

"His room is... well... in the dungeons. Six floors below ground level. It's the only room that deep."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Aurnia Shatterstone: Human/Female (Gestalt: Knight of Solamnia/Divine Bard)

Aurnia looked slightly surprised but she finally just nods her head at the news, So many knight so few rooms I guess.

Aurnia replies sweetly obviously not wanting to inconvenience the servant but not seeing another way, “Do you mind escorting me? I really doubt I would ever find the dungeon in a reasonable amount of time.”

 

[Jarval]

Aleahea and Owain are conversing over breakfast at the Hampton. Havn't moved from there yet, correct?

(OoC: Yup, that's right. Goddess FallenAngel hasn't been around for a few days, so I'm waiting for her to get back before I post anything else.)

 

[Ferrix]

"We cannot afford to lose any potential allies, and the Orders of High Sorcery are certainly not inconsequential. My hope is only that no prejudice against wizardry still holds strength; after all, Solinari is as much a god of the light as Kiri-Jolith."

"Very true. The order is in need of support from others." Feeling sort of aimless at the moment, and longing perhaps for the company of Matelda, he stands from the table, giving a nod to his new acquaintance, "well, I think I shall take a better look at the castle and its people. There is still time before the event this evening and sitting idly leaves me restless and fettered."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"A good day to you, then, and may you not be listless for long." Thom also rises, but only to acquire a second serving of food; he then sits back down and listens to the conversations around him.

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

[OOC: Sorry it took me so long to get back, I got swamped after GenCon because I started a new job this past Monday. ]

"I'd like that, thank you Lady Aleahea." Owain replies with a smile. "And I have to admit, I am glad I'm not the only one uncertain of the correct social forms. I don't want to look like too much of a rustic."

He finishes his own, rather more substantial meal as he talks. He drains his mug of the last of his ale, then looks around the inn's common room again.

"So, what do you make of the Hampton? Some of the clientele look a little rough around the edges, but they seem to be nice enough folk once you get past that. And the food's good."

“The Hampton is, umm… interesting. It doesn’t seem to be all bad, though, as you said. Although at first glance, I did decide to keep Winter’s Kiss by my side.” Aleahea drops her hand to the white leather-wrapped hilt of the sword on her hip. “But I have been so long in the wilderness that so many people are sometimes hard for me to bear.” For one brief second, her expression changes, becoming like a child’s, open and lost and terribly, terribly sad. The look is gone so fast that one would doubt that one actually saw it, and Aleahea is back as herself again. “So you are staying at the Hampton as well? It appears that they are busy indeed, this Court.”

 

[evileeyore]

When you pass by the bakers, you are witness to a catastrophy in the making. It appears that smoke is rolling out of the windows and doorways. A man with a pair of local peasants can be seen in front of the door facing the roadway, gasping for his breath. The situation seems to have mother Reed gasping for her own breath, and she looks like she may just pass out from exertion in her labored breaths. Ther is another person who is in the same predicament as yourself, coming upon the bakers just now.

Merritt glances over the situation. He pulls the back of his tabard up over his head and pushes into the door. Crouching inside he looks around to see if there is anyone in the bakery.

 

[Jarval]

Owain frowns sympathetically at Aleahea's brief look of sorrow, empathising with her discomfort at the crowds. Then he smiles as her expression goes back to normal, and he answers her question.

"Yes, I've got a small room upstairs. Well, actually, me and my dog have got a room upstairs. He'd sleep in the stables normally, but they're a little full at the moment, so I felt it better to keep him from getting underfoot." His smile falters for a moment as he briefly worries what havoc Fetch might be wreaking upstairs.

"And yes, it would seem this court is busy indeed. A good sign for our order, I hope. Given the still recent depletions of the war, I did not expect there to be so many."

 

[Ferrix]

Exiting the barracks Aerion huffs a sigh, his day going by slowly, he much preferred being out on his own sometimes to all of this. Perhaps Matelda would care for a walk or something. Now where could I find someone to direct me to her?.

Making his way through the different groups of knights, squires and the other bustle within the castle courtyard he moves along the side then finds an empty cart and hops up onto it, casting his gaze around for a guard or knight who seems to be in charge, slightly perturbed that there is no easier way to go about this.