(Casual D&D IV) A Knight for a Pawn

[dpdx]

Fendric feels semi-comfortable even amongst the bustle of Corrige, which reminds him of a matchday crowd outside the fighting pits in Hedrogura. Smiling, Fendric does his best to keep Vespers from knocking over any passers-by.

Hiritus, for his part, seems neutral about the situation. For Justice, being a much more sentient animal, it's easier to wend her way through the crowd even with Hiritus aboard.

At the docks, however, Hiritus receives an uneasy feeling through the empathic link, which is enough to convince Hiritus to turn Justice away from them and toward the North Road out of town.

"I can't imagine a room is open in this town, let alone two or three. We should move on, and camp beyond town if we have to."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Heh, with all the luck we've had in the wilderness I'm surprised you make the suggestion. You feel we would be exposed to greater threat within the town?" Nurthk asks, curious.

 

[dpdx]

"Not necessarily, Nurthk. Like I said, I can't imagine accommodations being all that... comfortable here. This place looks full as it is."

 

[Sparky]

The thick press of people makes Oliver's palms itch, if nothing else, just for old times's sake. Though, of necessity, many of the town's citizens are good at hiding their valuables from prying eyes and stealthy hands. But still, the marks are plentiful, if not especially well-heeled. He had been glad to hear that some of the dignitaries that the company had visited were still alive. Even if he hadn't been there to meet some of them. Shavah's obvious pain troubled the old man, and more troubling, his long years didn't seem to have left him any kindly wisdoms to ease her pain. What good age, if it doesn't bring wisdom? He stayed close to her, feebly attempting to bolster her spirits with proximity since sage words didn't want to come.

Raven was edgy in the cities. "You poor bastard. We're all so afraid of rogue geese that we cleave to the cities. To look at you I'd say you'd rather be gored by stag-monsters." He was only half joking.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Not necessarily, Nurthk. Like I said, I can't imagine accommodations being all that... comfortable here. This place looks full as it is."

"Very well, Hiritus. It's probably in our best interest to stick together anyway," Nurthk agreed.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Leaving town, you find a decent spot to camp near the road leading to Valsport. Through the night, the sounds of horses and carts heading to and from Corrige is enough to test your nerves; however, you receive no trouble, for once, from the local wildlife.

The next day, as your movement continues, you pass by a number of merchants and travellers on the path overlooking the bay. One, however, stands out, and equally it seems that you stand out to him: He is a knight, bearing a crestless shield, dressed in white cloth and silver armor which seems all the brighter in contrast to his dark, shadowed features. He pulls his horse to a stop as he approaches, hailing you shortly.

"Good day to you, brothers of Pelor!" he says exuberantly, with a tint of curiosity in his voice. His eyes focus on Fendric and Hiritus, although he acknowledges the rest with a polite smile. "Come you by way of Despia, perchance?" His is a well-spoken, proper Common, but it is spoken in a hard, deliberate manner which suggests it is not his native dialect.

 

[doghead]

Xiao Yu, male human from far awy lands

Xiao looks up at the new arrival, and then at the others dressed in a similar manner.

This, he decides, is not matter for Xiao.

So Xiao holds his tongue and does his best to look unobtrusive without trying to look like he is trying to look unobtrusive. Its very tricky.

 

[dpdx]

"Good day to you, brothers of Pelor!" he says exuberantly, with a tint of curiosity in his voice. His eyes focus on Fendric and Hiritus, although he acknowledges the rest with a polite smile. "Come you by way of Despia, perchance?" His is a well-spoken, proper Common, but it is spoken in a hard, deliberate manner which suggests it is not his native dialect.

""Indeed we have, good sir. How may I help you?"

Fendric is curious, if untroubled. Hiritus nods politely, but waits for the gentleman to say more.

[For indeed, Fendric's Sense Motive Check resulted in 9. Hiritus also makes one, and it's 15.]

 

[Sparky]

Oliver's eyes widen at the sight of the man's crestless shield. Like the one from the monument in town. The Knights. He whistles low, seemingly to himself, but to anyone who'd paid attention to his intermittent instruction on the coded communications of the thieves of Hedrogura, it says, 'Heads up. Eyes open.' It leaves off the steep trill at the end that would have added, 'Blades out'.

He draws rein on Whistler in the middling portion of the group, but does not dismount. He edges his horse near Tatlock's just to his left, in case the young man's mount should spook.

OOC:

Spot: 27
Sense Motive: 31

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"My name is Cariel," the Knight says, indicating a soft salute with his right hand. "I am scheduled to address an inquiry regarding a Knight of my Order with one of your brethren in Despia. Alas, our meeting was hastily arranged, and I worry that I may have difficulty locating him in a timely manner. I was wondering if you might know of the Brother I am seeking, and if so, if you could advise me on the best manner to make contact with him?"

"His question," he concludes, "concerned the Knight Thedoric of Moorlay. Would you know of this individual?"