Battle at Harkon Manor

[Dragonwriter]

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Jareth bites his lip. He hadn’t expected a reaction like that… He slowly nods, laying a hand on the lady’s shoulder. “Yes, I can do that,” he says simply, not elaborating on whether freeing Tharivol or delivering the cloak.
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[ghostcat]

Mogins

Mogins is laying down purring quietly as Claude tickles him between the ears, when he smells a big juicy rat. His ear prick up and he sits up and start to sniff around. At this point he recognises its the rat which belongs to the horrible girl. Mogins knows that if he kills it that not only will the girl be nasty to him but his master will be annoyed. That doesn't mean he can't play with it though. Putting thoughts to words he jumps onto the girl's knee and takes a playful swipe at the rat, which immediately takes fright and run off. He hared off after the rat and they both disappeared into the shadow.

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham

Still hiding in the shadows, Trinham is starting to get bored. The questioning of the elf is rapidly getting nowhere. Though he doesn't actually understand the words, it seems to him all they are getting from the elf is insults.

Suddenly his thoughts are disturbed as Mogins starts to chase Lora's familiar. However, the emotions coming through their shared link quickly make him realises that Mogins is only playing. So he decides to keep quite and enjoy the fun.

Just then, a ginger rat runs across the room, through Vances leg and disappears into the shadows. The rat is closely followed by a ginger cat, which decides to avoid the humans at the last minutes and skids round them. It then lays down in a patch of sunlight and appears to go to sleep.

[sblock=OOC]From M&L's last post it looks like Ghostcat failed his sense motive[/sblock]

 

[Frozen Messiah]

"Hmm, he defintely well equipped. This gear is most likely been with him for many years it amy have even been passed down, it is not a bargaining chip but something that will make him fight." Claude said with a furrowed brow in thought, he was attempting to figure out where to move from this point. He listens to the elf continue to shout in anger at Vance and then Lora speaking about the elf having some other message, "I wonder if it truly is anger at us or anger at something else..."

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1d20+9=25 (there is most likely a minus for different language)
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[Deskjob]

Marko, The Wayhouse

Marko spoke to Lora directly, "Unfortunately Miss, no one here speaks his language." He turned to the elf and spoke loudly. "...This elf could divulge his entire knowledge and spout poetry without any of us understanding a thing he said." He folded his arms over his chest and sighed. His defeat lifted swiftly as he eyed Lord Valorn, hoping he understood his maneuver. Lora he trusted would understand. She was smarter than most women it seemed. Which wasn't saying a lot. He was just impressed she was just allowed to accompany them inside. Vance was being too sweet on her. Women, even soldier women, should know their place.

 

[HolyMan]

Vance nods to Marko and then turns back to the table. he carelessly sets the bow on top of it causing it to fall to the floor.

{{"Tanya amin nuquemuva sen llie e dagor, edan!"}} The elf shouts at Vance. Brend takes a slight step forward and stops at the slight shake of Vance's head.

The knight picks up the bow an sets it on the table poking around with the elf's equipment he seems to be searching through it. He pushes the belt over towards the edge of the table but catches it by the scabbard dagger before it can fall off. Placing it back on the table he pats it twice before looking at the armor.

"This seems well ma..." he starts to say when suddenly Brend takes the dagger out of the sheathe and advances on the elf.

"I know you understand me bastard!" he yells putting the knife on th elf's throat and grabbing him by what little bit of the elf's hair he can manage to grab. "Tell us why you are here!" he says menacingly.

Everyone notices Vance's slow reaction to his teachers attempt to kill the elf. He winks at Lora as he turns back to where the elf is shouting at Brend.

{{"Amin lastuva ten' aredhelamin quena hodo! Llie tula mellonea, vasa ni yulna en mereth en min!"}} he shouts then holds his head up neck fully exposed to the blade. {{Mereth en min.}} the elf repeats.

 

[Deskjob]

Marko, The Wayhouse

Marko listened with little to appease himself with. More empty threats and honor-bound babbling. He wished secretly that Brend would kill the elf and be done with it. If Lord Valorn didn't lose interest in this plot, he soon would.

But duty prevailed and Marko remained where he was, a stone statue in the humid and tense atmosphere. He frowned slightly seeing that this elf was making puppets of everyone. We were the ones doing the talking. The elf just sat nice and comfy in his little chair, listening to his captors dilly-dally about him. It disgusted Marko.

He turned, arms still folded, and approached Vance. In hushed tones, "Apologies sir, but we have little to learn from him and he has learned much of us. Be done with him and let these soldiers move on..." He spoke with his back to the occupied prisoner and away from the companions. Perhaps reason would soon appear within the wayhouse yet...

 

[Frozen Messiah]

{{"Amin lastuva ten' aredhelamin quena hodo! Llie tula mellonea, vasa ni yulna en mereth en min!"}} he shouts then holds his head up neck fully exposed to the blade. {{Mereth en min.}} the elf repeats.

"He does not fear death, you see he moves towards the blade as if he accepts it. This not a man that you would be able to get information from if ew understodd what he was saying." Claude says outloud in thought so that everyone can hear, "A threat is not the way to move him, t best it will make his resolve grow."

"Lord Valorn, you do understand that there are many wawys to win a war. Do not think that violence and eradication are the only solutions." Claude says to Vance as he stands up in reaction to his lack of reaction.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora humphed and fiddled with her ponytail. No reaction to her speaking Orcish, which was strange, as anyone who spoke of Orcs knew what their language sounded like even if one would not understand it. This vexed the girl, and of course so did Claude and his attempts at being wise by essentially repeating what she had said but minus a useful suggestion.

"Well then, remove his clothes and send him off to work like i suggested. He will soon lose his boldness if he is humiliated before the whole manor, especially if he thinks us capable of making him do this indefinitely."

 

[ghostcat]

Mogins

Mogins got tired of waiting for the rat to reappear and, deciding that he had played with it enough, strolls over to the humans; tail held high. Mogins really wants to go to his master to be made a fuss of. However, he knows that his master is playing the hiding game and will get really annoyed, like no dinner annoyed, if he relieves his position.

Instead Mogins jumps up on to the table and gives the seated human a good sniff. There is something about the smell that is different. he just does not small like a normal human. Still that's his master's business not his, so he settles down in the middle of the table and starts to give himself a good wash.