(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[National Acrobat]

"Sir Extranius, I know this may be a bit presumptious, but uh, um, do you have any idea what tempted this fellow knight into falling from grace?" Merrim looks at him like a school girl who is devouring every word of her studies.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo smiles, 'Good Sir, I meant no offense, as I was only using what Knowledge I had gleaned from sources across the years. I would be honored to Join you in your Quest, offering my services as Chronicler and Scribe, as well as hopefully lightening the Hearts of all accompanying you with Wit and Verse.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(Double-post... oops!)

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(For continuity, I'm assuming Merrim followed Exantrius out, as you mentioned she wanted to book her own room -- I'll assume the initial reactions were said before he left, but he is intent on letting you discuss this amongst yourselves.)

Merrim: "Sir Extranius, I know this may be a bit presumptious, but uh, um, do you have any idea what tempted this fellow knight into falling from grace?"

He pulls his cheeks tight, almost wincing at the question. "I would not hazard a guess as to his motivations... But let me say that the path of the good and true is not forever a clear one, and that there are times when one's lust for what is right may cast in false light a darker path."

"It is true that he has fallen, but it is less certain that he knows that... In which case he would be a more dangerous foe yet, bolstered by the power of belief. For it is true that good is stronger than evil, but only for the fact that the righteous see no end to the strength they can muster, where others may stop short out of fear for themselves and their self-interest..."

He pauses to cough hard into his hand, then stands still for a moment, seeming to waver.

"In the end, when a battle ensues between two men who believe themselves good and true, the outcome is left often to Fate. Unless there remains in one so much as a grain of doubt, or of knowing... In which case no army can return the scales to balance, and the most pure of heart will prevail."

"But all of this is dire talk, my lady... Tell me of your life and of your trials, and know that if they seem minor or mundane they will still please my ear."

(Off again for the night: Merrim, you get your room for six silver, as does he... Back in the bar, the 'tender is clearing out the drunks, but has made no attempt to get your party to leave.)

 

[dpdx]

(D'oh! The dreaded double-shot DM! )

As Merrim and Exantrius leave to book their rooms, Fendric turns to Niccolo and says, "I noticed there weren't many rooms left when I booked mine, over at Pilate's. If you wish, I'm sure the innkeeper wouldn't mind me sharing a room with someone else."

Fendric smiles to himself, then turns again to Niccolo and asks, "You don't snore, do you?"

 

[Uriel]

Looking down his rater prominent nose, Niccolo smiles and says, 'Snore. No, of course not...and I'll pay half, of course.' Niccolo hods a small coin pouch forth, jingling the contents, before replacing it within his vest and gathering his things to go.

 

[National Acrobat]

"Well Sir Extranius, you do speak the truth on the knowledge of whether or not he realizes that he does ill. Many deeds have been done in the name of good, but were for ill gain." Merrim pauses for a minute, then begins anew. "As for me, I am from Clan Pomperol, and my family are farmers by trade. My dad and mum own an Orchard of Pear and Apple trees, plus my dad grows pipe weed. As for me, I didn't want to sit around doing that. I have an instinct for magic, which I used in my stories. I make a meager living as a storyteller. I use my illusions to 'enhance' the stories. Make's them more believeable, or at least more real to some. I have, however, decided that I would like to make small difference in the world. Not many of my folk realize what goes on in the world outside our shire and I wanted to be a part of it all."

 

[wings]

I live!

(ooc- sorry that i haven't responded, i play with a group on friday nights now, and we spent the night there. i'm still here and whatnot.)

Aerda listens to the Knight's words from his perch on the stool, his legs in the seat with him. He had heard of great stories where the larger people gained help from the little people, and they usually made wonderful heros, growing mighty themselves. Maybe he would adventure, and give people the pretense that he did it for money. But he was in it for the Grandeur.

"Why don't you go get us a room victus... or would you rather i did it?"

If victus agrees to it, Aerda will just hand him the whole of his coin-purse, not bothering to dig out the coins, instead trusting the man. Astrule would go with him, because Aerda wills him to.

He will wait, putting up his book and pondering over his empty glass.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"I have, however, decided that I would like to make small difference in the world. Not many of my folk realize what goes on in the world outside our shire and I wanted to be a part of it all."

"Fine aspirations, young friend. Although there is much to be said for the simpler life, as it has been somewhat erroneously called..."

You arrive at Pilate's, survive the perils of the sleeping dog, and just in time, it seems, as the keeper explains that yours are the last two... While returning, you run into Victus, and give him the bad news. (He hasn't posted for a while, so I'm assuming he'll follow Aerda's lead...)

(Note: Refresh Spot/Listen, everyone.)

As the three of you return to the bar, you can try to work out your sleeping arrangements. Exantrius will offer to share his room to Aerda and Victus, or if they would prefer privacy, he'll see if he can stay with Niccolo and Fendric.

"At any rate," he interrupts the discussions to explain, "I would like to leave before dawn, to pay my heed to Pelor" -- he smiles and nods to Brother Fendric -- "and to pick up Ophistus, my trusted steed... He is rather finicky, and probably quite displeased already with the accomodations this town provides."

He grins to himself, then catches a thought. "Oh! You do all have horses," he looks to the gnomes, "or other mounts, do you not? If not, I do have some gold to spare, for they will surely be needed."

He looks around, awaiting responses.

 

[dpdx]

(Spot: 17 +2 WIS = 19;
Listen: 20! (Gah, don't waste those!) +2 = 22)

"At any rate," he interrupts the discussions to explain, "I would like to leave before dawn, to pay my heed to Pelor" -- he smiles and nods to Brother Fendric -- "and to pick up Ophistus, my trusted steed... He is rather finicky, and probably quite displeased already with the accomodations this town provides."

He grins to himself, then catches a thought. "Oh! You do all have horses," he looks to the gnomes, "or other mounts, do you not? If not, I do have some gold to spare, for they will surely be needed."

(A steed! I've always wanted to ride a steed!)

Fendric, more alert than ever, brightens at Exantrius' latest 'news', and can hardly contain himself:

"May the Light bless us all, I shall assist you in this endeavour for as long as I am able, Sir Exantrius. In fact, I have never sat upon a steed, but I should like to try it.

Unfortunately, I haven't the means at present to purchase such an animal, but perhaps with a little help, I could come up with the necessary gold... and then I would repay you every last coin!"

Fendric looks around expectantly at the others: "I would be honored to accompany each one of you. This is a noble cause, and I would be comfortable with every one of you at my side."