JA's - The Prince's Own - Relaunch Part 1

[Scott DeWar]

"Love and war? I hardly see those two as equal. Now if you wish to speak of the common factors between the arcane and martial philosophies, I might actually have two thoughts that I can rub together."

 

[Fenris]

Sigvald is picking food off the various trays passing by, trying delicacies from all over. Seeing his cousin talking to a group of other young men seemingly there to serve, he grabs an entire tray from a passing waiter and heads over. Walking up he proffers what is left to Henry as he joins the growing circle of men. "Sigvald" he offers by way of greeting. "Don't let Henry fool you, he spent most of his time mucking stables" laughs Sigvald patting Henry on the shoulder. "Still I wouldn't want to face him on a horse. While I haven't been in a formal military unit, I have had experience in a uh.....militia? Privateer? Family arms trade? What would you call my family business Henry?" asks Sigavald.

 

[Scotley]

"Mergers and acquisitions? Perhaps."] Henry smiles. "One of Theric's books might refer to your style of combatant as 'Marine Irregulars.'

 

[J. Alexander]

As Sigvdlid presents the tray to the small group he is jostled from behind and the food spills onto those closest to him. Everyone in the group roll vs reflex or be splattered

 

[Scott DeWar]

1d20+4=11Petra tries to dodge the spilling tray, and it doesn't look good .. .. ..

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Reflex save vs. spilled food (1d20+3=21)

Henry moves with surprising grace for a man of his size and adroitly avoids the flying victuals. "Gods above that's a good example of the 'irregular' tactic I was speaking of before." Despite the humor of his words Henry is not happy with the buffoon who embarrassed his cousin with this clumsiness in front of people he'd rather impress. Henry glares at the clumsy oaf and looks him over carefully. To those splattered he says, "if you'd care to return to my tent I'm sure my servant can clean that up for you."

OOC: Perception (1d20+5=17)

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Not a problem." Petra waves his hand and his food encrusted uniform sheds off the despoiling stains. He moves to others and cleans them too. [prestidigitation] "See, no harm at all."

 

[KerlanRayne]

As Theric watches he knows what is about to happen but is too late to stop it. He smoothly slides behind Sigvald and avoids the mess altogether. During the rush of activity, he also checks out the perpetrator.
Reflex Save (1d20+3=23)
Perception (1d20+5=16)

 

[Scott DeWar]

Even though he was caught in the mess, he will try to see who or why it happened.

perception +6
1d20+6=20
sense motive +3
1d20+3=7

 

[Graybeard]

Artemis is not surprised when another candidate strolls over and introduces himself as Theric, a magic user.

"Greetings Theric. I'm Artemis Nava. I do have some innate magical ability, much to do dismay of my family. As for what our duties shall be, I have no idea. I have little to no talent in the kitchen or with arms. As long as they do not saddle me with taking care of babies, I will get by."

A Moment later, a young man named Petra showed up. He was dressed in a military style uniform of some sort although Artemis was at a loss to identify the rank or unit.

"My father and brother serve in the army but I am not qualified to do so. My qualifications lie elsewhere. I am unfamiliar with your unit. Where are you from and what is the unit you serve in?"