Domhani Bairdéir 01

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

"I do apologize, but this is a sensitive matter and the Queen's wishes in regards to it are for the ears only of those sworn to her service. So let us just get this matter out of the way.

I sense that each of you is, for one reason or another, dispossessed or alone. I also sense that each of you wishes to belong to something, to be accepted. I offer you all just such an opportunity. I have the power to commission you as an irregular team in the service of the Queen. Her majesty can certainly use men of such talent, and those who accept my offer will be a part of something greater than yourselves. I suggest you take the night (or what remains of it) and sleep on it. Master Béar, your orders will wait until these fine gentlemen have made up their minds (or at least until the morning).

Do any of you have any questions regarding the Queen or her service for me? I'll answer to the best of my ability, and within the scope of what I am allowed to say."

 

[draven14]

Cerallos inquires

"What would the Queen think, honestly think or say if she should stood before me and saw my appearance and knew that I was an agent for her? I have considerable trouble from the average man's reaction to my looks and I might have even more trouble if I try to inform that average man of a new law of the Queen's! Tell me of any requirements such as training or knowledge or uniform, for that could be a henderance for me."

It would feel nice to belong to something again, to believe in a cause....it could also aid in my last remaining mission.

OOC: Hey Mike, don't forget my character sheet! Thank you sir.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Gavril looks at the odd group before him. We didn't perform too badly as a unit. Certainly an odd lot to be sure, but all competent in their own way. What else have I go to do? "I do have a question or too. What are the terms of seperation? Are we commiting to a set period of enlistment? How about the pay?"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

"I'm afraid you misunderstand, Master Cerallos! I am not offering positions in the Bairdéir - only the Queen herself may commission us, and there are . . . special . . . requirements. However, in answer to your question, while all of us are expected to be able to serve all functions, efforts are made to place us where we normally have the greatest chances of success.

I am offering, for right now, temporary positions in the Queen's army, as irregular forces. It would be unfair to ask you to commit to permanent billings when you know so little about our service or military life. I suggest you commit to a term of 6 months, and then we can re-evaluate whether you all and the Queen's service are a good fit for each other. Pay is 1 Noble per month. As irregulars, you will be sent on special assignments for which regular troops are unsuited and will not be required to wear uniforms or insignia."

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

A noble a month will hardly cover my cleaning bill and keep Diddious in grewl, but what choice do I have? He asks, "Will resonable expenses incurred in our work be covered?"

 

[Mattress]

Athelstan sez true

Sure it'd be nice to believe what this gent's sellin, but it isn't on the up-and-up... when it comes to legal-types, it NEVER is! Might as well use this as my chance for farwell.


Speaking clearly and distinctly enough for all to hear him, Athelstan removes his hood and looks evenly at the man.

Okay, Mr. Recruitement Officer... I'd be particularly interested to hear your answer to his (jerking a thumb at Cerallos) question. What d'you think your Queen'd think about how I look? I won't have any of that "lesser race" crud, either.


In the time I've been alive I've come to realize one thing for sure concerning my "distinct appearance". And that is... anybody open-minded enough to accept me for what I am sure as hell isn't gonna be any kinda royale noble with virtue an' acceptance in their corner. Everybody's got an angle... even queen's what look to unite a kingdom. And after they're finished using ya for everything they need ya for, it's "so long, me hearties" and you're given them bum's rush. 'less you look like me, in which case you're given the bum's rush by way of the end of a long, danglin' rope. If you please, I'd like you to put my mind at ease so's I can be on my way.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Only mildly surprised at the latest revelation Gavril thinks to himself, I guess that explains why he's so jumpy. Are they including the Fae in this offer too? There must be something really strange afoot.

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

"Very well, I will leave you to tend to your business with Master Bear and I will seriously consider your offer. I appreciate this opportunity, thank you. Before I go, forgive me for asking, but could you tell me about your eye and why I saw it glowing? I haven't seen anything quite like that which really adds to my list for tonight's events!"

Cerallos waits for a response then returns to the Stills. "Mrs. Dorothea, would it be possible to refill my waterskin with water?"

Cerallos then sits at an empty table and begins examining some of his weapons, sharpening some of them and cleaning others, he also touches up some of his face paint.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

Gealach looks long and seriously at Athelstan. He then lowers his face until it is once again covered in shadow. As the line of shadow from his hat brim crosses his left eye, it once again takes on its baleful red glow, and the hint of fangs can be percieved glinting from his mouth. As he speaks, everyone in the room can feel both the sincerity and the ferocity in his words:

"I tell you, sir, the Queen is more 'tolerant' than you can imagine, and if you wish it, you will indeed have a place in her service - a place where you no longer have to be alone, a place to belong in safety, where you will be accepted for what you are. She has given even one such as I, who should be damned thrice over, a place. You will fare no differently no matter your appearance."

Once more he raises his face to the light, and the strange atmosphere surrounding him dissipates. "As to the details of my appearance, Master Cerallos, I am not in the habit of sharing with any but my brother Bairdéir. Perhaps one day you will earn the right to that story, but as of now you must content yourself with my word that the shame of my condition will not affect you."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

Dorothea graciously gives Cerallos permission to refill his waterskin. She reinforces Gealach's recommendation that the crew return to bed for a few hours sleep, and offers to wake everyone about an hour after sunrise (about three hours from now).