Spider's Path

[Theroc]

At Lora's behest, Aidan stepped from his hiding place, dusting himself off as he felt a bit out of place amongest all the noble-talk.

"Um... hi... m'name's Aidan, Aidan Burke..." He looked around, obviously keeping an eye out for that bloody hydra as he waited for a response. Aidan kept trying to figure out why it was everyone else seemed to have more useful abilities than himself. Why was it that all he was good for was taking a hit? Why wasn't he able to help!? He was always feeling so useless.

"Yeah... we need ta get ta tha manor... message bearers and all"

 

[ghostcat]

As the riders approach, Trinham prepares to cast a Flare on the lead horse's eyes. This is just a precautionary measure as he does think he will need it.

That said, he still keeps his spell ready, even when Lora identifies them as been from Harkon. A lot has happened in the last few weeks and Trinham no longer trusts that things are has they seem. Therefore, leaving the others to deal with the riders, he remains leaning against his tree prepared to cast his spell.

 

[HolyMan]

"Lord Bairian's army? Tharivol? the Grignard House of Reygur? A message? Who are you people?," the first rider tries to ask and answer so many questions at once. He finally stops looking about the area and creek to study the party, and when his eyes fall on Lora his gaze stops and is locked on the woman. The silence lasts a moment before the second rider, an older man by the gray in his beard, walks his horse up beside the younger one.

"Vance, this is not the time to be delaying, the hydra is about, we heard it. And that means these people are in danger." he says in a gruff voice. His demenor is unexspected as it seems the younger man must be in charge. "Especially the lady we can not leave her here unattended."

The younger rider (Vance) snaps out of his stupor and looks to the older man. "Yes, yes protect the innocent and weak." he says giving a small nod of his head to the older man. Turning back to lock eyes with Lora, (unless she's still wearing that same dress lol/jk) he says, "My name is Vance Valorn, protector and champion of Harkon Manor. Please follow me I will escort you all back to my home."

The two horsemen turn their mounts and walk a little ways from the bridge. They dismount and seem to be in quiet conversation as they wait for the party to join them.

[sblock=OOC] I was really having a hard time deciding if I should have the hydra attack. One last fight before I end Spider's Path. It would be to showcase the heroics of Vance Valorn as I have a special little twist in store for Lora and Aidan's "friendship". And you others are in for your own character developments, as we discover the fate of Tharivol, the true history of Reygurian politics, and how fat we can get a cat who has a whole castle of critters to feed on. Not to mention his master as he could sink back into idle days of eating and sleeping instead, of marching and drilling. For Onesimus well I'm not telling--

Let's just say it will be fun, fun, fun for me, me, me. And I hope for all of you as well. - HM [/sblock]

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora forced an uneasy smile and swallowed with difficulty - the sticky feeling of a male's stare on her made her recoil in her shell. It took her a few moments before she could speak again, stepping to the side and putting up some measure of distance between herself and the two armoured men.

She was still the leader of the group, so the girl decided to gather her wits and do as she was supposed to. "Change in formation, Onesimus between the two riders. give them a line to charge forward. Aidan and Claude spread a bit wider so you have a field of vision to use missiles. The rest is as it were."

Her voice was cold and measured - this was what Lora would call her efficient state of mind. No emotions, no bad memories, just logic and calculation. It was this type of thinking that had gotten her trough her earlier years, and in to Wizardly spellcasting.

"Vance Valorn - Vir Valorn's younger brother, a capable warrior who has faught gnolls, monsters, and even the dead. - the girl recited with a concentrated look on her face. - or so the stories tell. Your reputation preceeds you, at least before those who have taken interest in the Noble Houses of the land. As one of noble blood you must know of Lord Bairan and his army, marching to clash with the invasion force mounted by the Treylor Empire at the call of the Great King of Borlim. We have been sent here to prevent a usurper from attacking or deceiving your family."

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham continues leaning against the tree, listening to the interaction between the knights and the rest of the party. When one of knights starts going on about protecting the innocent he struggles to stop himself bursting out laughing and instead ends up having a bad coughing fit.

Once the party moves off, Trinham quietly take his place and hobble off down the path. Once again walking takes almost all of his cencentration, so he is oblivious to what is going on around him.

[sblock=OOC]Basically Trinham is a peasant and since leaving home has come to find certain aspects of the nobel's knightly behaviour amusing. However, he tries to hide this from the others, especially Lora. It should be interesting how he copes in the manor, surrounded by people who consider themselves to be his "betters".[/sblock]

 

[Frozen Messiah]

"Very well, madam" Claude says with nod of his head and then moves to his point. He continues walking along and thinking of what is to come at the manor. {The nature of court entrigue was something I am not comfortable with and hope this does not present itself than I may be able to enjoy this experience.} Claude thinks to himself as he eyes the knights infront of him.

 

[Sphyh]

Onesimus breathes a little easier knowing there are two more swords with them. He gives a nod of approval at the mention of the riders call to protect the weak. I guess there is still some decent nobles in this world. As he approaches both nights he gives a slight head nod to each and offers his forearm. "I am Onesimus. Delegate Soldier of Sir Gomar of Pesh."

[sblock=ooc hm]
hm u made mention of my options for a second language somewhere a long time ago and i never finalized it. I think there was something of a form of common for nobility. ill take that
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[HolyMan]

As Onesimus approaches the two warrior's they stop talking with each other and accept the warriors forearm in greeting. Onesimus notices that the older man isn't another "sword" to help out, as he wears a large horseman's mace straped to his hip. "Vance Valorn," the younger man says to Onesimus. "And this is my wizen Brend Servant of Devolin, and holden of House Valorn." The older man just accepts Onesimus's arm but says nothing.

[sblock=Sphyh] Did I call that language High Speech, I can't remember or find it. But will use High Speech to describe it for now. Go ahead and add it to your sheet and upgrade your character while your at it. Don't forget to add the Amulet under magic items. Also High Speech definitions:

wizen:A tutor or teacher.
holden: A high speech way of saying slave.

Onesimus has never heard of a teacher slave before. [/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth scowls as his questions is repeated, then promptly ignored. He hears Lora's formation command, nods once and takes his place, though he replaces his chain at his belt. His eyes drift to the water, carefully watching for disturbances and signs of motion.

 

[HolyMan]

Raising an eyebrow as Lora gives out instructions, Vance's eyes grow very wide when he finally notices the glaive across her slim shoulders. He listens to Claude only half-heartedly it seems as he watches Lora get the group ready to leave.

"Miss Lora is it," he says turning to Claude surprising him (that he was listening). "And she is in charge Lord Grignard?" But his question is answered as it seems everyone takes Lora's orders in stride and Claude walks back to his spot with a "Very well, madam". Vance just continues to stare but this time with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

When Lora steps up to address the knight his expression turns serious. "I see you know much about me Miss Lora, but I know nothing about you. And you bring grave news as well as beauty to Harkon." He says eyeing the polearm curiously. "Maybe tonight a walk after dinner would at least put me on equal footing as I could learn the deeds of the group that fought it's way through Spider's Path. From the woman that lead that group."

Bowing to Lora, Vance turns and mounts his horse before leading the group down the road to Harkon Manor.