Battle at Harkon Manor

[ghostcat]

Trinham walks behind the Lora as the party heads towards the manor. Calling Mogins to him, he say "Come on Mogins, we're off back to the manor. And no side trips this time. We're on business. OK." Trinham is pleasantly surprised to find Mogins is still with them when they reach the manor as he half expecting him to disappear on the way. Remembering what Vance said about Skazul and cats, Trinham tells Mogins "Sorry Mogins you can't come in here." He reinforces this point over their link, making sure that Mogins knows he is deadly serious. He then continues "Why don't you help our host by getting rid of any vermin that my be lurking in some out of the way corner. AND. Don't bother the cooks by begging. I've told you about that before and I don't want to have to tell you again."

Entering the library, Trinham can't help but stare at all of the books. His mouth hangs open and his eyes glaze over as he thinks of how this library could help his development. For a moment Trinham sees himself as a mighty sorcerer, blasting all before him, before reality hits and, once again, Vance treats him as if he didn't exist.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth frowns and sighs. First Vance and now Lora… How many times would he have to say it? “Milord Valorn, please stop referring to me as ‘Lord Kyras.’ ” He only nods resignedly at Lora’s whisper. She wouldn’t get much information from him. As long as his family still could be alive, he would not take his family’s title.

The library, though, was impressive. Tome upon tome lined the walls. While Jareth had never been one for much studying, and duskblade magic depended on understanding, not learning, the collection was breathtaking. If not for the fact that so many of the tomes were covered in dust and taking a breath would result in a fit of coughing and sneezing. Jareth tries to stay relatively still and waits for Valorn to begin the introductions.

 

[Frozen Messiah]

Party taking the Elf Back...

Robert keeps the pace lesiurely and stays a little ways ahead of Claude and Marko. He carries the rest of the elf's gear in a sack tied to his pommel and the dagger tucked under his belt. As you move again out of the villiage and onto the road you followed that morning he turns and says, "If it's ok with you mi'lord, I believe we should drop him off about two or three miles from their camp." And making his statement he turns back to watching the trees and road.

While Marko and Claude converse the elf sits atop Tobias quietly almost ridgidly, like a prison going to execution. Every now and then he shoots a look to Claude and his bow, his eyes filled with hate.

"That sounds acceptable Robert, it shall be doen as such." Claude says in response to Robert's idea and being brought back to the reality that they were supposed to be doing something.

Claude looks at Marko his smile being changed for a solemn face at his metioning of his wife's death. "It is a sad event when someone close departs. You seem to be taking it very well and you have not been blinded by grief. I respect you for your ability to move on from such an experience. I have known many men whose lives have withered away after a death, it is a sad sight." Claude says as his eyes lower slightly as he rembers his friend, Jean Piere Leduc, and how he reacted to the passing of his sister, "It is the first time I have heard that saying, It is a pleaseant reminder in times of trouble."

"My story est aussi une triste chose. I have no place to call my home and no family that I know of to reside in. I am the son of a Reygurian mercenary general and the adopted son of a corrupt lord. You call me 'Sir' but I am no different from the poor that you see on the streets. I travel to redeem myself in my eyes and the eyes of my father, of who will always love me but the honour of our name has been sullied and i will breing it back to it's former honour. ths is my story" Claude says as he walks along he looks back at his bow and sees the elf looking at it also. They're eyes meet and they stare into each others, the elf with hatred and Claude with patience, the elf looks away soon afterwards and Claude refocuses on his walking.

 

[HolyMan]

Library

"Hmm.. oh yes I forgot Skazul has a guest," Vance says seeing Lurik standing in the room, prompting him to forget Jareth's statement. "So little people distrub my father's old friend, I am sorry sir but your name escapes me at the moment."

The crow calls out as Lurik starts to speak interuppting him for a moment, "CAW!!CAW!!"

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On the Road

Robert stops ahead of Marko and Claude, getting off his horse he leans down to pull up it's left front hoof.

Catching up to where the ranger stopped Claude looks to see if the horse has picked up a burr or something. "We are being watched," Robert says quietly picking at the clean hoof.

[sblock=OOC] Late for me here I shouldn't have takin that nap today LOL. So for the library group it is finishing of introductions (or start).

And spot checks for the on the road group. Good luck elven cloaks come standard issue. [/sblock]

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora supressed a snicker and looked around for Trinham to see his reaction. Vance was not too keen on names if they did not have a lord's title or a pair of breasts attached to them.

 

[Gondsman]

I'm not a terribly exciting guest I'm afraid, Lurik replies dryly to Vance's rather lame introduction, but even my Host's feathered friend seems to at least remember A name for me. This, motioning to his shoulder and familiar perched atop, Is Cogsworth, the Duke of Earl, and I am his humble servant Lurik. Giving a emotional nudge to Cogs to act the part, the ferret rises on his hind legs and bows his head to the introduction before returning the the previous comfort of the perch.

Turning more toward the lady with the big shaft and her fascination with the book, and with the same dry voice and disinterested look, Before you pick that up, Skazul here is quite particular about the books going back precisely as they were found. You have been warned."

 

[ghostcat]

Coming back to earth after his delusion of grandeur, Trinham realises that he is in trouble. He suddenly recalls the actual instructions he has given Mogins and he already knows about the cats weird sense of humour. So he is pretty sure that Vance will find a couple of rats somewhere. Most like either on his bed or on the dinning table. His link to Mogins is fairly nebulous and although he can tell that Mogins is enjoying himself enormously, the link is useless for passing detailed instructions and anything less will be conveniently ignored. Trinham decides his only hope is that Vance appears to like cats and might get the "joke" before putting it out of his mind.

Once more aware of what is going on around him, Trinham pick up on Vances' introduction, or more accurately no-introduction, of the stranger and catching Lora's reaction, he simple shrugs. Suspecting that Vance has forgotten he is there, never mind remembering his name, he smiles at the strangers and introduces himself. "Hi. I'm Trinham Woods, a solider in Duke Bairan's irregulars."

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora threw a quick glance at the man who named himself Lurik and evaluated his hair, face, attire, even his shoes and nails. Nothing she would be drooling over for sure. Not that she drooled over men to begin with. His attempt at humor at using what was obviously his familliar intrugued the girl to a small extent, but not so much as to warrant a reaction.

The Wizardress simply shrugged and removed her fingers from the cover of the tome - a book so expensive was beyond her status and she had never intended to take it out in the first place. "Perhaps we should get to the matter at hand and begin planning our actions while we still have the time to do so." Lora suggested while looking at Vance, slight annoyance in her voice apparent.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth sighs. Vance wasn’t just an arrogant noble’s son, he was an absent-minded one as well. He gives a slight nod to Lurik. “Jareth Kyras.”

The duskblade returns his attention to the rest of the room, and the old man still seated. Is that old man asleep or just lazy?

He stays where he is, not wanting to disturb any of the piles of books and papers.

 

[Gondsman]

Taking in the introductions without paying much attention and inwardly disappointed that no one seems willing to let him complete his joke, Lurik addresses Ms. Shaft, A planning session. Sallying forth against the sea dwelling pest, or has the Elf situation come to a head? I haven't been out of the library much in recent days, lot of good its done me.