[4e] The Wolfcrown, Chapter 1

[Rathan]

Doren coughs and nearly chokes on a sip of wine he was in the middle of taking as he sees Thorn seat herself in her... rather unusual grab for her tastes. For be it for Doren to just only having known the woman for a short time, however this was the first sign that Thorn had given anyone in the company a glimpse behind the wall emotionless eyes.

Doren cleared his throat and turned his head to Thorn with an awkward smile. "You uhh.. you look very elegant this evening Thorn." Doren said softly as he ATTEMPTED to try and make more ties between he and the shapeshifter. She wasn't the most good and pious being on the face of the planet but no one was perfect.

 

[Shayuri]

Thorn smiled flirtaciously at Doren and cooed, "Have I caught the eye of one of the priesthood? That is high flattery indeed." She leaned forward a little towards him, not enough to cut in front of the Queen, but enough to show interest in the conversation...along with a bit of cleavage. Her eyes widened in an adorable expression of innocence.

"Tell me, sir, as I know little of these lands, what sort of vows do priests of your order take? Are they, for example, permitted to..." delicate pink frosted her cheeks now, "...marry?"

 

[Rathan]

Doren blinked... then blinked again. He was not expecting this at ALL from the shape shifter, not after some of the acts he'd seen her commit sense meeting her. He'd not thought of her in the manner of courting or in any light other than a shifter that liked to get things accomplished in fact. Regardless his cheeks seemed to flush ever so slightly himself yet managed to keep his diplomatic grasp on his emotions long enough to respond.

"Yes we are allowed to marry." he said plainly and tried to coax her true intentions covertly with his own use of charm.

"As for my vows I've swore to uphold the law as Blackmoor sees fit, and marriage is law binding in Blackmoors eyes I would assume so yes we'd be allow to marry. However if I did so it would be someone I would be with for the rest of my life." Doren added softly... truthfully.

"Marriage to me is something sacred, that should not be forced, rushed, or filed under false pretenses. It is a holy bond between to joined souls. I must admit though that you are the last person I thought I would find myself having this conversation with though Thorn. I don't mean to offend but I prejudged you when we first met and throughout our short journey together thus far. One should really see a books true cover before making hasty decisions. I do hope you will find it within your heart to forgive a narrow-minded priests views." Doren added softly from across the table.

Her form was at this this night something to behold indeed. Even the soft breeze outside carried her scent across the table to him and for the first time Doren actually felt comfortable with the shape shifter within his presence.

 

[Shayuri]

Good gods, he does burn cold and hot and not much in between, doesn't he? Thorn thought to herself as she studied the priest. And he's as gullible as a box full of puppies. Even so, his earnestness soured the sport of it all. There'd be precious little satisfaction in embarrassing him now.

Ahh well.

"Apology accepted," she replied, accepting the olive branch. "I suppose I misjudged you as well." She kept her voice good-natured, but eased the 'flirtiness' out before that went too far. She raised her glass as if suggesting a toast. "Friends?"

 

[Rathan]

"Past, present, and future yes friends and allies to our cause." Doren added as he smiled to Thorn and those gathered around him. A smile softly to the queen showing her she was to be as well included in the toast.

"As one we are individually strong, but as many we will not falter." Doren added as he raised his glass with Thorn.

 

[HolyMan]

"As one!" Torath says raising his cup.

Just as The Four were one verses the devilish Evil One. He thinks to himself.

 

[Phaezen]

Squeal sat, somewhat awkwardly at the table, watching the interplay between the more fleshy members of the group.

The warforged raised it's fist at the toast "Many components in one machine"

As the table settles down from the toast, Squeal turns to Thorn "You seem knowledgeable on the subject Thorn, this one is curious, is this marriage how new flesh creatures are created?"

 

[industrygothica]

Baern tries his best not to finish his drink in one giant pull, being in polite--and non-dwarven--company. As Thorn toys with Doren, he nearly spits the ale all over Lady Springseer herself, but manages to keep it under control.

[sblock=OOC]If I can hold out this connection, I'll have level 4 Baern posted later today or tomorrow. He needs some serious equipment updates.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Thorn sips her drink to the toast then gives Squeal a wry smile.

"It is how new flesh creatures are created in a socially acceptable manner," she corrects. "Marriage isn't required to have a baby, as many women are dismayed to discover."

 

[Rathan]

Doren couldn't help but smile over his companions. Each one of them had a different style, a haphazard mannerism, even a sense of humor even if they didn't mean to have one. They were all so different and it's funny to see them all together enjoying company of a queen they just met. Doren had watched each of them 'grow' within his presence, going from not having known them from Adam and Eve, to people he could trust and share and most of all, count on if the going got tough. For the moment though the smile slowly fades from Doren's face as his mind slides back to Mansu and his master plan, whatever it may be. He would not falter as asked not to, but the question remained, what would he not falter at?