Battle at Harkon Manor

[ghostcat]

Trinham jumps as the wand crackled but retained sufficient presence of mind to memorise the activation word. He then turn away but turned back as Skazul offered him the wand. "Skazul are you sure? There are obviously a lot of memories tied up in this wand." he said, genuine emotion in his voice. As Skazul nods, he continues "In which case, I can't thank you enough."

At the thought of a formal dinner, Trinham starts to panic. He is only a simple country boy who has no experience of dinning with gentry. Also, he doesn't have a change of clothes and only has the battled soiled clothes he arrived in. Trinham looks around for Claude but he does not seem to be back from his mission. Well Lora's the boss so he should talk to her about it. No matter how reluctantly he is to involve her.

Walking over to Lora, Trinham says "Lora, sorry about the Just a female comment but Lord Vance obviously thinks women are only good for one thing and its not thinking. I was only playing to his prejudice. Thing is, I've got a problem and I need advice." Not waiting for her to speak, he blunders on "We're supposed to dine with Baron Harkon but all I have is the battled stained clothes I arrived in and there's no time to wash them. Any suggestions?" At this point Trinham abruptly stop talking and braces himself for a sarcastic tirade.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora had managed to lose herself amongst the books, scrolls and trinkets in Skazul's library. The academic in the girl had taken over, and she had found a year's worth of reading material in there, which was sadly inadequate to the task at hand but very much in the young Wizardress's interest.

Trinham managed to spring her back to reality, as she found herself walking out of the building, glaive on her shoulder and the chubby lad at her side. At his words the girl could not help but smile earnestly - he was smart, smarter than he seemed to be sure. Anticipating Lora's reaction was thinking at least one move ahead, which was something the girl rarely saw in men. He had also judged Vance's character quite accurately.

With a sincere smile, showing her white teeth underneath those pink lips, Lora replied: "Well I have a full wardrobe of dresses and gowns. - the girl said with a grin. - But I doubt that would do you much good. Vance said he will be busy until supper, and I do not want to bother his brother with such trivial matters. Let us find Rizella, the Lady would be sympathetic to your plight I think, and If not I can demand a uniform from the quartermaster."


[sblock]OK, here are the rolls:

Search: 1d20+4=23
8 x Spellcraft checks (use first to last, discard the extra ones).[/sblock]

 

[Deskjob]

Marko, Second Cousins

Elsewhere...

"Oh?.." He blushed at the sudden and unfamiliar question. Marko placed his horse back in the stable and closed the wooden fence. He leaned his heavy shoulders against the dried wood and sighed, "I have been away. Serving Lord Valorn at Harkon. I returned to bring you your horse. I regret to have need of it without telling you." He spoke honestly with his cousin. The dark-haired young man was truly sorry for having borrowed such expensive property. While he knew his family would not be offended, it was bad manners none-the-less.

"Forgive me cousin." He moved his hand to stop the coming reply, "...No. Not for the horse. For my leaving you so soon. My duty has finally found me it seems." He was heavy with the news, "Cousin, an attack upon this lands falls swiftly. So swiftly, I fear for your safety. Lord Valorn is preparing for an attack. An attack that will strike here by nightfall tomorrow. Please cousin! Do not stay." He pleaded with his family member, "...Do not remain here within the walls. Take the others and journey the river. Tonight! Make all haste for safety. You must trust me." Marko shook his cousin upon the shoulders, "I have tended to this home for too short a time to see it empty now. You must do this. Please. I will not suffer another minute while you are in danger."

His pleading, was of a man who had lost everything. Marko had lost his wife and his life not so long ago. To see his cousins brought upon by war would be too much. Too much for his worn heart to handle. They must escape. They must flee the coming struggle, if only to return at a later time. He would do what he could to help them pack and prepare. Once he was finished he would return to Harkon. Perhaps.., perhaps for his final meal. "May Cambi protect them..."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth leaves the library of the old doddering wizard and goes back to his own quarters. He splashes some water on his face, partly for the cleaning, partly to help him stay awake. After the meeting with Skazul and how it shortened his already-strained patience, Jareth isn’t sure he can take a full dinner with these people…

He realizes he is still holding the cloak of Tharivol’s father. The young man looks down at the heirloom in his hands, memories running through his head of time spent training. Time when he was happy. Though he wouldn’t have said it back then, he did enjoy the long days of weapon drills, spell practice and memorization of formulae. He squeezes his eyes shut and banishes the memories, wiping at his eyes.

He bends down and splashes some more water on his face before going to the wardrobe in his room. He picks out some nicer clothes and changes into them before the dinner. He had never been comfortable in these “noble” clothes, but he was in such company again, at least for the moment, so he should endeavor to look the part of his family history. He wears no gloves, instead openly wearing the signet ring of Kyras.

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham tries to keep a straight face has he glances briefly at Lora and says "Your right. I doubt if one of your dresses would fit me." Unfortunately the effect was spoilt as he cannot keep a chuckle out of his voice. "However, I would be grateful if you would accompany me to see Lady Rizella"

 

[Gondsman]

Inwardly chuckling to the idea that a caster can't clean his own clothes, and not needing to freshen up, I head out the the grounds for some fresh air instead, and mull over options with the magic. Likely I'll take the cure scroll, and perhaps the color spray but the rest is largely useless to me. Eventually I move on to dinner.

 

[HolyMan]

Lora and Trinham find Rizella busy directing the setting of the manor's banquet table. But she does ask one of her maids to take you to the laundry to find something for "the poor lad".

After several shirts and doublets, it seems almost nothing will fit the slightly oversized Trinham. But taking out a set of dark blue and grey clothes the maid nervously tells Trinham to try them on.

Remarkable they fit and the well made garments are the finest he has every worn, and he comments to the fact.

"That's because they are the Baron's clothes," the maid says with a gasp.

[sblock=OOC] Add a courtier's outfit to your equipment ghostcat, LOL. Dinner will be posted tonight, it shouldn't be a long drawn out affair, the talk afterwards should be main goal. Last preparations for the battle and all. [/sblock]

 

[ghostcat]

Trinham thanks Lady Rizella and Lora before following the maid. He get more and more despondent and he keeps trying clothes that don't fit. Finally he finds some only to find they are the baron's. Then he as to decide which will be more embarrassing; turning up for dinner looking like a impoverished mercenary or turning up wearing the baron's clothes. Finally the clothes one and Trinham thanks the maid before returning to his room to wash and change.

Freshly scrubbed and looking very swank, Trinham leaves his room and walks down to dinner.

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] Sorry I feel behind RL is a pain and the opening post for dinner is a little long. But everyone should postthemselves walking to dinner like ghostcat did above and I think Gondsman & DW are done too. Just describe what yo are wearing should anyone wish to refer to it, the baron might. And I promise an update/start to this tommorrow maybe when i wake up before work. I'm going to hammer out details now.

btw FM you never answered Vance which would answer me in return, Did you leave the bow behind?? [/sblock]

 

[Frozen Messiah]

"All things went well mon Lord. As for the bow I left it Lord Valorn, it is his bow and we have no reason take that which is not ours. I also understand my feelings towards my bow but now I do not know if I judged the caliber of person that the elves appeared to be as correct. I am going to be in the chapel, I will be present for the dinner though." Claude says after he dismounted Tobias, he spoke as if he was in a trance. After that he slwoly walked to the stable to leave Tobias and then to the chapel. He sat there and thought of how the world is changing, respect seems to be slowly seeping out of the world, pride seems to be taking it's place.

He pondered many issues in the sanctity of the chapel, something he had not been able to do for a long while. After a short prayer he left the chapel and went up to his room. As he went to his room he was stopped by one of the servants and they had told him they had been waiting for him so they could pour his bath. He nodded saying nothing and contiuned to his room. After his bath he found some suitable clothes in the closet in the room and then began walking down towards the dinning hall. His mind was still spinning with questions of philosophy, ethics, and morality but he repressed those for a while and replaced them with the nobel mind set he was trained to have.