[AU] Siege on Ebonring Keep - Part 2
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Liminal Syzygy
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"You misunderstand, Ritsar. I trust in my tools, but it's well known that those of strong will can resist the urge to tell the truth. That's why I asked three questions. Of course, there is also the chance that I simply asked the wrong questions."
To Danwyn:
At first Pyior seems surprised or even taken aback by Danwyn's comment. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to vehemently deny, then notices Danwyn's expression and understands the intent. He smiles sheepishly, "No, friend. I have no reason to suspect any of you. If you were going to cut my throat while I slept or lead me into an ambush, I would be long dead by now."
To Danwyn:
At first Pyior seems surprised or even taken aback by Danwyn's comment. He shakes his head and opens his mouth to vehemently deny, then notices Danwyn's expression and understands the intent. He smiles sheepishly, "No, friend. I have no reason to suspect any of you. If you were going to cut my throat while I slept or lead me into an ambush, I would be long dead by now."
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rangerjohn
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Danwyn
"Well like I said before, I'm the trusting but vengeful sort. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. But woe onto the person, who betrays that trust." Danwyn says is deadly earnest.
"Well like I said before, I'm the trusting but vengeful sort. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. But woe onto the person, who betrays that trust." Danwyn says is deadly earnest.
Gideon
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Ritsar
"We'll get along fine, I'm sure." Ritsar smile towards Danwyn. "I imagine questioning everybody leeds to an unhappy life." With only a slight hesitation "If the mountains are dangerous I want to know what you guys can do. I am a warrior as I said with limited options from a range, but I can close distance pretty fast."
"We'll get along fine, I'm sure." Ritsar smile towards Danwyn. "I imagine questioning everybody leeds to an unhappy life." With only a slight hesitation "If the mountains are dangerous I want to know what you guys can do. I am a warrior as I said with limited options from a range, but I can close distance pretty fast."
rangerjohn
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Danwyn
I too am a swordsman," Danwyn answers. "But I can use a bow, when needed."
he says indicating his shoulder. "However, I would much rather enjoy good food, drink, and company. When given the oppurtunity." He says with a nod to the table at large, and a special ackowledgement to Burt for the fare.
I too am a swordsman," Danwyn answers. "But I can use a bow, when needed."
he says indicating his shoulder. "However, I would much rather enjoy good food, drink, and company. When given the oppurtunity." He says with a nod to the table at large, and a special ackowledgement to Burt for the fare.
Rybaer
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The afternoon and evening pass uneventfully. After a week or more on horseback, everyone is eager to take advantage of Big Burt's hospitality and get baths and clean their clothing and gear. A handful of locals come to the Rooster for drinks at night, but it's a pretty quiet atmosphere.
Big Burt gives the group general directions to both the herbalist and the Enclave, though neither should be difficult to find. At Pyior's suggestion, Nuella the Sly is the first destination. The sibbecai herbalist has a small, single-room stone cottage a short distance outside of town. When the group arrives, however, she is nowhere to be found. A small cooking fire is smouldering, indicating that she was around recently. As her home is along the path to Kisthmetch, Pyior agrees to stop by again later after the visit to the Enclave.
The Enclave, located about half a mile north of the village, is a loose collection of stone and timber buildings of multiple architectural styles. Most are no bigger than a typical house, though one two-story building is substantially larger than the rest. There is no wall around the compound, but there is a loose ring of small stone pillars spaced about a hundred feet from one another that surrounds all the buildings. Pyior notes arcane symbols engraved in one of these.
The Enclave is bustling with morning activities. A young man is chopping firewood, a couple girls are washing clothes, and the smell of bread baking fills the air.
A verrick, dressed in a clean white shirt, dark blue vest, and high quality wool pants, looks up from a book he is reading on the porch of the largest building. Noting the approach of the group, he sets the book down on a small table and retrieves a long staff glazed a brilliant blue color. He crosses the lawn toward the group with purpose and confidence.
"Welcome to the Sharden Enclave, travelers," he says with a short bow to everyone. He notes Pyior's staff and gives the faen a polite nod of the head in recognition. "I am Shaddeck, one of the resident scholars. May I ask what business brings you here?"
Big Burt gives the group general directions to both the herbalist and the Enclave, though neither should be difficult to find. At Pyior's suggestion, Nuella the Sly is the first destination. The sibbecai herbalist has a small, single-room stone cottage a short distance outside of town. When the group arrives, however, she is nowhere to be found. A small cooking fire is smouldering, indicating that she was around recently. As her home is along the path to Kisthmetch, Pyior agrees to stop by again later after the visit to the Enclave.
The Enclave, located about half a mile north of the village, is a loose collection of stone and timber buildings of multiple architectural styles. Most are no bigger than a typical house, though one two-story building is substantially larger than the rest. There is no wall around the compound, but there is a loose ring of small stone pillars spaced about a hundred feet from one another that surrounds all the buildings. Pyior notes arcane symbols engraved in one of these.
The Enclave is bustling with morning activities. A young man is chopping firewood, a couple girls are washing clothes, and the smell of bread baking fills the air.
A verrick, dressed in a clean white shirt, dark blue vest, and high quality wool pants, looks up from a book he is reading on the porch of the largest building. Noting the approach of the group, he sets the book down on a small table and retrieves a long staff glazed a brilliant blue color. He crosses the lawn toward the group with purpose and confidence.
"Welcome to the Sharden Enclave, travelers," he says with a short bow to everyone. He notes Pyior's staff and gives the faen a polite nod of the head in recognition. "I am Shaddeck, one of the resident scholars. May I ask what business brings you here?"
rangerjohn
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Danwyn
Danwyn will defiantely let Pyior do the speaking this time. He is the magister, and besides it was his idea to come here.
Danwyn will defiantely let Pyior do the speaking this time. He is the magister, and besides it was his idea to come here.
