Intrigue In Candara

[Lichtenhart]

Father Antonio bows to pet the black cat and he's visibly perplexed when he sees the skull marking on his head.
"Antonio d'Este, Judge of Candara and humble servant of the Grey Lady. I overheard you're headed to the Castle Barracks, I suppose to join the defending army. I was summoned to the Main Chapel, surely for the same reason."

 

[National Acrobat]

Ariel turns to Father Antonio, "Greetings and well met." She curtsies, displaying her ample charms as she pulls her Holy Symbol out of her shirt, "I am Lady, oh goodness no I am not," she chuckles, "I am Sister Ariel de Morceaux, Priestess, well Aphrodesiac of Aphrodite. I am pleased that you will be joining us. It will be up to all of us to defend our Mother Country from this most despicable evil." She stuffs her Holy Symbol back inside her shirt.

 

[Jemal]

As the group at the restaurant cheerily introduce each other and speculate over how Candara will fare in the war, the waitress Katarina comes over with a tray.

"Goodness, whatever could have enticed that man to attack? We've ne'er done him any ill!" She sets down the tray with a sad shake of her head. "Can I get you folks anything for now? Any friend'o Brog is a friend'o mine."

Meanwhile, a cloaked figure races his horse at a breakneck pace down a dusty road, his origin a flaming city near the border. His destination : Satoon.

OOC : For the most part I'll leave the RPing to you guys, I'll just post updates like this or take care of anything that has to do with actual dice-rolling.

Great posts, peeps. Still waiting on a few people, but where we are I can easily insert them in any of a dozen ways.

 

[Creamsteak]

As the group at the restaurant cheerily introduce each other and speculate over how Candara will fare in the war, the waitress Katarina comes over with a tray.

"Goodness, whatever could have enticed that man to attack? We've ne'er done him any ill!" She sets down the tray with a sad shake of her head. "Can I get you folks anything for now? Any friend'o Brog is a friend'o mine."

Approaching Katrina from behind, a tall man with a red overcoat comes up. Standing all of a foot over the woman, with his exageratedly tall hair, he puts his left arm over her shoulder. "M'lady, the man you speak of is an enigma to me. I've heard some things from a few of my friends, including Wil Knights."

Gustaf looks down to see if the girl makes eye contact, either way he says, "Ever heard of him? Old Tycoon Wil? Famous guy, always looking forgotten artifacts and the like. Shared a few mutual friends with some of the chaps my family knew."

Hoping that the name gets him some recognition with the group, or the lady, he follows up... "I go by Gus, or Gustaf. I'm an actor by profession, same as my good friend here, Crolmyr. Maybe not so much an actor, I tend know things an actor wouldn't." Gustaf hopes he has some of the group's attention so he can appeal to them on an equal level.

"Any of you ever hear about Wil Knight's quest for the Egg? Eh, nevermind. It's probably not that important. Anyway, I've got some interest in this particular chain of events, and I'm just curious as to how much each of you know. I've got some suspicions about the Keltic Imperium, you might be able to tell I'm Keltic. Things havn't been the same at home, to say the least, so I'm interested in finding out what's going on. If you don't think you can trust me, we'll talk in private and I'm sure we can open up for each other."

"Don't want to endanger a sweat girl and her hometown. Can't be letting secrets slip out now." Gustaf let's his arm drop, then whispers an order for a good Keltic Brandy or some such exotic, soon to be impossible to find, liquer. He gives the girl 5 platinum coins, and asks for two bottles. Knowing that the drink is a wise investment in more than one way, he feels his leisurely spending is a good move. Thinking to himself, "Well I can win some friends, win a girl over, or keep some expensive drink for my soon-to-be cellar -A three way win situation."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Abesh is my name, and I've heard a few things about yourself and I've been looking for you...."
"Ha ha what the heavens for!"
"As a mentor sir, I've been into some trouble recently and if one like yourself could help me learn a thing or too it'd help me greatly."
With a sheepish grin on his face Thomas says, "Hmm, well I'll be a dwarf swimming, come on come in and tell me 'bout yourself. Oh and you hear about the war, blasted mages!"

Abesh enters the simple house, surveys it, smiles broadly, and turns back to Thomas. "Nice place." He looks for a place to sit down and does so.

"About me... well, for starters, I've got funny ears," he says, pushing up his brown hair so his pointed ears can be seen. "I hope you don't have a problem- some people do, is all."

"Don't worry about 'em," advises Thomas. Abesh grins more broadly in return.

"So I've always said. Who cares if m' mother and some elf visited blessed Aphrodite one night while my pa was out of town? But I digress." He taps the side of his thigh in a complex drum pattern. "You know about the war, you said as much. Ukko-damned Kelts. Candara is, if you ask me, the best damn place on the continent- nowhere else is a man (or, er, half-elf) free to do whatever he damn well pleases as long as it doesn't step on someone else's toes." He pauses for a moment. "The Kelts spit on that. But if y'don't mind me sayin', boss- can I call you boss?- you spit on the likes of the Kelts. I've heard stories about you, around the campfire as I went with my dad around the country with trade goods- killer of bandits! Freer of slaves!" His eyes glow. "Well, thinks I, if there's a man who'd know how to stick it to the Kelts, it's Thomas Reaver!"

 

[drs]

"Word sure does get around don't it... good point though son I sure do know how to stick it to the Kelts, and that is somethin' I plan on doin'. You hungry? If you want something to eat I think I got some jerky in the cupboard there." Thomas points to the cupboard near the door, he then gets out of his chair and walks over to a cabinet on the other side of his 'cozy' house. "You prepared to fight with me boy? I have no qualms with helping you get along, but just know that if your with me we're gonna get into some trouble, and I don't need someone that's gonna run off, understand?" Thomas looks at Abesh for his answer, "Running, I? No chance of it boss" Abesh says confidently.

"Good to hear. You got a place of your own Abesh? I plan on going to sign up, you willing to come? Got everything you need?" Thomas says moving the cabinet from the wall, allowing him to fully access a small trap door with a gray stone on top of it.
He kneels down to the stone and whispers a quick word into it. Places the stone on the cabinet then unlocks the trap door with a key from his pocket. "I'll be right back, need to grab a few things" says Thomas as he goes down into his basement. He reappears with a duffle bag full of gear he might need.

 

[National Acrobat]

"Well met Gus, er Gustaf," begins Ariel. "I think that perhaps we should talk in private. It seems that yourself and Crolmyr know things that others may not need to hear and we wouldn't want loose tongues wagging, now would we? I am sure that Katarina can hook us up with a private dining or sitting room."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"I think there is wisdom in what you say Ariel." Tal turns to Gustaf "I am Talisian, Pleased to make your aquaintence. Now lets find out what is happening." Tal sends Spook to inspect the new arival, and then stand guard at the door of the more secluded room.

 

[National Acrobat]

Well Gentlemen

"Private room and all, I would be delighted to hear more of what is going on with the "Dread Emperor" and his plans. I do believe that we have volunteered to be involved in some sort of mission, so any information that can be provided would be great."

 

[Lichtenhart]

"It's indeed a pleasure to meet you, Sister Ariel, noble sirs, and you... Gustaf you said? I've the strange feeling we've met before. Did we? Where are you from, if I may?"

"A cup of milk will be enough to me, thanks." he smiles at the waitress.

Father Antonio sits at the same table with his younger comrades, his inquisitive eyes laid upon them, trying to catch some revealing hints about their nature and their passions.