(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[dpdx]

Fendric talks with the others in the administrator's room, making no particular effort to hide the conversation from Father Lathias.

"So, my friends, what happens first? Do we get to Bethel, or does Brother Premule come back here? We can't take long to decide, we've promised the guard we'd be out of here by nightfall. I'm inclined to think that it may take time for Brother Premule to receive an audience with His Majesty, and if we take the direct road, we may possibly see him on the way there even if we are wrong."

Fendric turns to Father Lathias, "You see, Your Holiness, Sir Exantrius' last wish was for us to deliver his missives with all due haste, and Brother Premule is a recipient. If we can get to him before he can get to you, then it's best for our mission to keep the letter and deliver it to him when we see him. Your wisdom would be a great help to us as well in this decision, not to mention we may also need your authority to return to our horses and ride if we stay much longer." Fendric smiles at this last comment.

And back to his mates: "What say you, then?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"I imagine he'll be gone another week, at least... His hope was to return as quickly as possible, but I doubt much haste is possible. These are trying times... Finding him in the court will be no easy task, as I imagine they are under even heavier guard than we, but I can lend my word for you for all it's worth, if your quest is indeed so valiant."

He awaits your decision, giving you time to discuss it amongst yourselves, but seems eager to get back to what other business is at hand.

 

[wings]

Well then

Aerda raises a brow, and looks over at fendric. "It is true that it may get to Brother Premule slower, but considering we have seven other messages.. some of which the recipients are located on another continent..." Then he shrugs, and puts an arm around his torse, "Then again.. I'd like to see what this is all about, and what's to be done."

 

[dpdx]

Pelor grant me the Wisdom to know the true consequence of what I am about to do...

"Excellent point, my trueblooded friend. Your Holiness, if you would be so kind as to deliver Sir Exantrius' letter to Brother Premule when he gets back, we would greatly appreciate it. In the meantime, we shall look for him in Bethel, and if we should happen to find him, we will tell him that this important missive awaits him here."

"You should also know, Your Holiness, that Sir Exantrius' concern was that another Knight named Thedoric was travelling this fair land seemingly for the sole purpose of sowing revolution and discord among the people he met. Several towns in the outlying areas have felt the ravagings of war as a result, and many souls have been sent to their Gods before their time. We intend to counter that negative influence, Your Holiness, and would hope that all good peoples would assist us."

"Should Sir Thedoric, or any of his allies, happen to come here, we'd suggest you keep a watchful eye upon them, or it might become a more difficult task to keep the peace in this fair city."

"And so... we do not wish to violate your wise Ordinance, so we would ask you grant us leave from your honorable audience. May Heironeous give you the Valor to do what is right, Your Holiness, and the Radiant Light shine upon your noble purpose."

 

[Vexed]

:: Draven walks away from the party a good 10-12 feet. Looking from left to right, and up at the sky, he grimaces slightly, shaking his head. The sound of Fendrics voice is heard behind him, then stops. It appears everyone is ready to leave::

*Thinking
~Finally. We can get the hell out of this accursed place~

:: For once. Draven takes the lead, and expeditiously moves for the nearest city exit. ::

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Father Lathias seems impressed, if impatient, with Fendric's oration. At the end he takes the letter, a little hastily, and speaks:

"I will make sure Father Premule receives this on the instant of his return. May Light and Valor be yours as well -- and if you'll pardon my shortness, I do have matters of my own to attend to." This seems like no lie: The rings around his eyes suggest it has been days since he has slept.

The bedraggled priest heads off to private chambers with the letter, and your escort sighs. "Well then, I feel I've earned my silver. May we then leave the center, so I can retire for the night?"

(Well, that's one letter off your hands, and Bethel proper is only a short distance away... At the moment, though, XP!

Niccolo/Merrim/Aerda: 650
Draven: 600
Fendric/Victus: 550)

 

[dpdx]

"Why Yes! Let's do, before we get arrested!"

Fendric looks around sheepishly as they walk: "I'm terribly sorry for the delay. It was difficult for me to leave that letter, and I had to make it absolutely clear to Father Lathias what the circumstances were. So I'll not trouble us any longer, and help to give our poor escort a night of rest. Pelor bless you all for your patience."

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo pipes up 'Might I suggest some food and wine to celebrate this successful delivery?'

Wondering how far Bethel was, the Gnome casually castsGhost Sound, simulating a Trumpets Fanfare of Triump at stage one of the deliverys completion.

'Brum-Ba-a-Brum-Bra-Brumm!!!!'

OoC:Must go look through thread, get XP total....ack!

In case anyone else doesn't have an accurate XP total for themselves, the XP awards are on pages 5,6,9 and this current one. As well, Aerda had an additional 10XP for a Mon Calamari comment. I hadn't even 'levelled', though I had made the XP requirements a while back. I was having too much fun just roleplaying..woohoo, Level 3 is on the way as well!

 

[Vexed]

:: Looking back at Niccolo, Draven slows his pace. His face expression gives off a slight bit of irritation, but not w/Niccolo. He looks around the area and down/around the nearest city block, attempting to find signs that would lead to the nearest Tavern. Perhaps the smell of bread baking, etc. After finding any hint of where to go, he turns and speaks to Niccolo in his low gravely voice ::

Draven::" That isn't a bad idea Niccolo. Perpahs we should fill our stomachs before setting out. And you can fill me on these letters I have heard so much about...

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Returning from the city center, you find the lower ends of town have gone fairly quiet -- no beggars can be seen, for one, truly an odd thing for such a large town.

Will you be heading off to sleep, or traveling straight away? From what you've heard, it's only a few hours on horseback from Jance to Bethel -- although getting to the other side of Jance would probably take some time on its own.