Fort Knocks - knight otu judging

[Boddynock]

Eusebius steps up as Kirin explains her situation. "Kirin, go well. Do not fret that you leave us so soon - we will rise to this, the first of challenges on the way! I would offer help if I could for your personal situation but it is clear to me that the best thing I can do is to act faithfully in this quest that we have undertaken. Nevertheless, go with my prayers - and if you doubt that the Shining One is real, at least be comforted that there is one who wishes you well! Benedicite! Dominus vobiscum!"

"Andrew," and here he executes a formal bow, "I cannot speak for this company but be assured that I, for one, welcome your presence and your promise. I look forward to journeying with you - hearing the stories of your band and sharing the perils of the battlefield together. May we journey far and shine as a light together!"

 

[azmodean]

Artax turns to Jenrald(waiting until he arrives if he is not present) and says, Well then, let's have at that equipment and be off. I'm not trying to be greedy, just, er, quick. As Nodis noted, those undead won't be killing themselves. Turning back to the Hoar Sons, Artax continues, And I will be honored to travel and fight with you all as well. At your leisure, could you tell us what your different specalties are? I think it would be wise to know each other's abilities before we enter the fray. For my part, I am a scout and tracker, I am at my best in a fight at range, but I can hold my own close in.

 

[dpdx]

Rurik nods appreciatively at Kirin's help. "I'll miss ye, Kirin. May Chennet' smile 'pon ye as ye go."

Directly after, Rurik finds Fang, and exchanges his black warpony with 100 gold and 2 silver for a heavy horse and four days' feed. [Transaction is noted on my sheet.]

With Fang's help, Rurik "moves in" (pack, bit and bridle, riding saddle, and saddlebags) to the new mount, a strong but docile palomino gelding with mane the same dishwater blond color as Rurik's.

Once loaded, Rurik leads the horse (walking) around to the front of the hospice, and ties the reins around a nearby post. As he walks back in through the door of the hospice, he sees the Hoar Suns and Rainca - close up.

At your leisure, could you tell us what your different specalties are? I think it would be wise to know each other's abilities before we enter the fray. For my part, I am a scout and tracker, I am at my best in a fight at range, but I can hold my own close in.

"Rurik o' Clan Axebender, fighter an' smith: I do me bes' fightin' close in - tho' I c'd hold me own a' range, 's well."

 

[Someone]

[OOC: No problem with the ruling]

"I´m Nodis." says a young man, almost a boy. "I believe you can think on me as the, er, the mage-ish type, you know. What I do is..."

"I´d better if you wait and see, I think. Glad you come with us." then looks around and notices he´s the one that will have to walk. "I should get a mule or something..." mumbles.

 

[Dexerion]

"Eh, boy, don't get a mule. Nasty creatures. Don't be discouraged by having to walk, you won't be slowing us down. Most of the Hoar Sons here don't have mounts and march. They will keep you company on the road ahead. I am sure you will be impressed by Rainca's ability to keep pace with most of us mounted warriors barefooted through thorns. Crazy one she is. Er, my name, for those of you that may have missed it earlier, is Skeeter. I am best on horseback with my lance, but I will not be a burden to the company once we dismount and enter the caves, i assure you. This here flail is one of the best man made fighting tools I know of."

 

[Someone]

"I´m more used to mules, though" replies Nodis. "And they are cheaper." he continues. "And actually I wasn´t thinking on slowing down us, but to have to walk."

 

[Sparky]

Rainca lets the bustle of the place, the flurries of introductions, the comings and goings in the closeness of the common room, flow past her. She stays near a corner, hand curled around the carved wooden flute hanging around her neck. She is happy when the group moves outside and she can leave the stuffy building, too full of scents and people.

Stretching she moves a distance away, dropping into a ready crouch, as folks sort out who will be traveling how and how quickly. And who is who and what their roles are to be.

She chuckles at Skeeter’s assessment of her. “Rainca thinks that this is not the time for a proper name-giving.” She looks around at varying eager, anxious and ready expressions of the loose crowd of people. “As for Rainca’s specialization…” she speaks the word awkwardly, but seems to know its meaning, “Rainca is a Barav Kree warrior – she runs with the wind and fights with the Laugher sitting in glory upon her brow.”

She thumps her chest proudly, “When Rainca finds the last breath of her enemies, she can catch it in her hand.”

At various puzzled or blank looks, “Rainca fights her enemies up close.” She adds, “Amongst the Barav Kree, the wisest warriors know when to run, when to call the Laugher and when to put weapons aside. Rainca is not yet wise.” She grins a wolf’s grin and looks up at the sky, eyes scanning.

 

[Kahuna Burger]

“Amongst the Barav Kree, the wisest warriors know when to run, when to call the Laugher and when to put weapons aside. Rainca is not yet wise.” She grins a wolf’s grin and looks up at the sky, eyes scanning.

Susan smiles gently. She is a young woman dressed in simple robes, with a blindfold covering her eyes. she seems to move with relitive assurance however, and the Owl perched on her shoulder always seems to be making eye contact with the peson she is addressing. "Rainca speaks with much modesty. She was wise enough to turn this entire band from her enemies to her students, and forge a primarily peaceful solution to a situation that could have ended in much bloodshed. As for myself, I have some small magical abilities as well as mundane skills in healing. However, as you may easily guess, I am of no use on the battlefield due to my.... disability."

Andrew touches her shoulder gently as she falters on the last word and says "I am Andrew, and while I can hold my own with sword or bow, I fear my greatest skills will be of little use against the undead. I lead the Hoar Suns, though for the time she is with us, I shall defer to Lady Rainca in the assignment of my men and women. They number a score, and while they were not raised to warfare they are brave and willing and become ever more skilled under our lady warrior's teutelage."

(ooc: I will make up a full listing of the Hoar Suns and their specialties before the first fight, promise....)

 

[dpdx]

Rurik walks as gingerly as an armor-and-multiple-weapon-clad dwarf may through the new group to resume his place at the table with Eusebius.

"I 'ope Kirin lef' that wand aroon'. 'S beginnin' ta look like Susan 'ere might need tha 'elp."

 

[Boddynock]

Brother Eusebius, human monk 1

"Twenty-eight brave souls," Eusebius observes. "We will indeed be a force to be reckoned with - a veritable army."

"I am Eusebius, monk - and sworn enemy of all undead."

He turns to Skeeter. "Your flail appears mighty indeed - but my masters taught me that one's own hands," - a flurry of blows cracks through the air - "may be mightier than any weapon." He grins, suddenly looking much younger. "Alas, my own fists have a way to go to match the puissance of their might."

"Lady Rainca, I look forward to journeying with you. I am indeed eager to learn more of the way of the Barav Kree, and the one whom you name the Laugher."

"Jenrald, Kirin supplied a horse for me to ride here. While I am happy to continue to ride, I am just as happy to walk with my companions. Let your own community's need dictate your decision."

"I 'ope Kirin lef' that wand aroon'. 'S beginnin' ta look like Susan 'ere might need tha 'elp."

"With regard to the supplies you have for us, as my friend Rurik here points out, it might be helpful, particularly with so many of us undertaking this venture, if there were some potions or a wand of healing amongst them. Is that a possibility?"