Off to War [IC]

[Myth and Legend]

"It's uh... leathery. From hard work i would guess. Or maybe those javelins you like throwing? I... uh - damn it i am not comfortable at all! - well anyway let's hurry after Fallon, I would not welcome another... suitor."

Lora frowned, after which her face became cold and emotionless. The girl mounted her glaive on her right shoulder, the weapon's weight feeling familiar and somewhat calming Lora's feelings. Inside, she felt shame, awkwardness, dread and a tiny bit of fondness for this otherwise quite handsome lad, the feelings turbulently swinging in Lora's head.

Usually a reserved, collected and logical person, Lora found herself uncomfortable with the massive avalanche of emotions that was sliding down the slope of her mind. The years spent as Mirella's apprentice had dulled the painful memories of her youth, but they had also alienated Lora from the rest of the world and it's inhabitants. There were no cute, dark skinned boys to be had in the old Witch's hut.

Lora followed the two men, delved in her thoughts, when suddenly she froze with an angered expression. "Fallon! One of the soldiers here just tried to have his way with me, and beat up a comrade! Is that not considered a crime? You seem hardly interested in this offense!"

 

[HolyMan]

The old man stops sharply and turns his wrinkled old head to the two young people. "Offenses?, offenses are a regular part here and now." he answers the young lady. "And the best, best thing to do is keep yourself small, the rules are simple. Might makes right if two men have a grieviance then they settle it in the circles."

His face takes on a worried look, as if he has said to much. "There is, is no law here the camp is a shamble of disorder and chaos but soon, soon maybe we can make Bear see the right of things."

He stops at the edge of what he called the disorder and shambles and it is evident in the way this camp is compared to the neat rows of tents and cook fires not 50 yards across from where they stand. "Now I, I need you to take a message to Bea... Lord Bairan, Tell him that Martomum is in trouble in the western woods. That should, should be enough. And don't, don't fear of anyone else trying to force their person on you again m'lady. In there, there is order... ironfisted order."

Looking at the confused young people, he smiles wrinkling his face even further, "Any questions, questions?" he asks.

 

[Theroc]

Aidan blinked as Loreen mentioned his rough hands.

"Pa says the ladies liked well worked hands... proves a man don't shirk from hard work? That not so where yer from?"

Then Aidan heard Loreen's accusation, and blinked, realizing it hadn't even occurred to him that the man would go unpunished. The man nearly attempted to rape a girl, and he'd be let loose? He had naturally assumed the military would handle its own affairs, keeping discipline in the ranks. Then the man explained more about this task.

Aidan scratched his head. Who was Martomum, how would they prove they were who they said they were? Where was Lord Bairan?

"Er... who be Martomum and Lord Bairan? And where is this Lord Bairan, and how will we prove we are legitimate messengers? And... I'll have to be working on gettin' my skills better so I can meet that bastard in the circles and teach him a lesson in manners..."

 

[HolyMan]

"Hmm... Yes good, good questions all you have anything to add my dear?" he says with a bemused smile.

[sblock=OOC] also give me time to think of some answers [/sblock]

 

[Myth and Legend]

To Aidan's comment, Lora answered with a distracted voice: "You don't carry yourself covered in blood so that you can prove your skill with a sword. The person who will care weather or not you are hard working, will have a chance to know you regardless of the condition of your hands."

Lora thought the situation over in her mind. A chance to meet with the lord was actually a welcome advantage - she would have more grounds on which she could use her forged note in other parts of the camp, and she could also ask him for a favor should he prove benevolent.

There was nothing to be done about the man that attacked them for now, so the girl decided to drop the subject, although Lora knew she would never forget the offense, nor would she forgive it.

"What are we to do once we deliver the message?" As she was talking, Lora took out the forged note, folded it several times and shoved it down her cleavage. "I am an idiot, dressing in such a revealing garment. I should cover those up the first chance i get."

 

[HolyMan]

"What you, you should say is that Martomum is in trouble, in the western woods," he replies his eyes following the paper. "Excatly mind, mind you say it excatly that way."

"After, after you have told him, the old Bear.. well, well we will see come find me."

He turns his head to stop from gaping, and address Aidan, "Escort, escort her into the camp and ask to see Lord Bairan you will have no problems finding someone to take you to him."

His face turns grim as he remembers what the young lad said about the circles. "Best you concentrate on the task at hand, venegence and the circles do not mix well."

His face then takes on the creases again as he grins "And best, best you keep a sharp wit around the lady." he chukles to himself. "Alright then, then it is time to be off and be careful." The old man looks to the neat camp and then sighs and turns to go.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora nodded at the old man and set on her way, following the direction to which he pointed. She would have looked if Aidan followed, but the girl did not want to convey any apparent interest. "Arthur why are you such a thick headed buffoon, going to war without asking me first!" Loreen thought as she made her way trough the darkness of the advancing night.

 

[Theroc]

Aidan blinked at the responses, finding his farmer's mind unable to keep all the details in order immediately. After a moment, he filed them in proper place before responding.

"Mayhap one would take the time to care, but not everyone cares enough to look closely. As for vengeance, nay sir, it'll be 'is comeuppance fer being so rude to a woman. A lesson." He drifted off, mulling the rest of the information so as he didn't sound as ignorant.

"Martomum... trouble... western wood... Right. I'll do my best ta make certain she's taken care of... sir..."

And of course, he then had to scramble to catch up to the woman who had already started off in the general direction they were pointed in.

 

[HolyMan]

The Regulars Camp

Venturing into the camp of Lord Bairan's regular army is like entering a place worlds away from the one you just left. Tents chalk white and placed in neat rows create avenues for people, unlike the happenstanced ways that caused people to twist and turn (mainly around tent ropes) about.

The cook fires and camp areas are neat with no gear, pots, or trrash thrown about. And all the horses and other animals seem to be in an area to themselves, keeping the smell to that of only the fires and what was cooked on them.

At first noone is to be seen and the snores from some of the tents tells that there are tired soilders already turned in for the night. But a little was in you see a few people gather round a fire. They all wear chainmail and white tabards, with the blue bear on front and back. They seem to be joking and laughing till one sees you and points, then as a group they stand and are silent,staring, waiting hands on their sheathed swords.

[sblock=ooc] Loreen and Aidan start almost 30 feet from this group. There are tents down both sides of the path they walked, with room between each tent to get inbetween. There are 5 men sitting around(now standing) the fire just send questions to ooc so we can keep story flowing here please. [/sblock]

 

[Theroc]

Aidan walked into the camp and observed the neat rows and such of something more similar to what he'd expected of the previous camp, though his true expectation of both was something between what each was. As he spotted the man placing hands on blades, he put his hands up in a disarming gesture.

"Whoah! 'Ey there... no need for those... Fallon sent us ter speak ta one Lord Bairan... we 'ave a bit of an important message... we dun't want no trouble..."

He paused, hoping that the men would stand down and assist with arranging the meeting.

[sblock=OOC stuff]
Attempting to ease the men's suspicions... if a diplomacy roll is necessary, here it is-
1d20+4=7
Scored an amazing 7... v.v RNG hates me so much...[/sblock]