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

[Scotley]

The big man extends a powerful hand and shakes the smaller man's hand. "I have seen you as well, Deaglan, I am Henry Northantis, always a pleasure to meet the neighbors." His voice is deep, rich and surprisingly cultured. He is obviously well educated. "I've had a chance to meet some of the others who've pulled the same bivouac. Perhaps we can lure them into one of the common rooms to swap lies? We have a few hours to spare until the feast. Much as I'd like to have a look around the palace, I suspect our traipsing about like tourists will not be the best way to endear ourselves." He reaches back into his room and hands Deaglan a bottle of good brandy before taking up a fiddle case. "Given what I know about most of these fellows, a toast of welcome and a song should draw them to us."

Henry calls out in a voice powerful and stage trained enough to reach all corners of the suite. "GENTS, COULD I ASK YOU THE FAVOR OF JOINING GOOD DEAGLAN AND MYSELF IN YON COMMON ROOM FOR A TOAST TO OUR NEWFOUND STATUS AS SUITE-MATES?"

He takes out an old fiddle and plays a simple rousing tune to lead you all to the room with the big round table.

 

[ghostcat]

Once the ceremony has finished Yevas returns to the tent to collect his overnight bag and say goodbye to his friends. By the time he gets there the girls have gone, so he picks up his bag then heads back home to collect his arms, armour and the rest of his equipment. After saying good bye to his mother (his father and brothers are at work) he heads back to the palace to find his room.

Once at room 15 he finds it already occupied. he throws his equipment into the interior room, furthest from the door and head back out to greet his new room mates; who he suspects will also be his colleagues. He nods to Henry, who he recognises and introduces himself to the others. "Greetings. My name is Yevas Rees." he says

Perception at Ceremony (1d20+6=8)

 

[Fenris]

OOC: Sorry folks, unplanned surgery. Doing Ok now, but laid up for a few days which should help posting.

1d20+2=20

Sigvald enters henry's room "If we come will you quiet down" asks sigvald with a grin as he shakes his cousins hand.

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Sorry folks, unplanned surgery. Doing Ok now, but laid up for a few days which should help posting.

1d20+2=20

Sigvald enters henry's room "If we come will you quiet down" asks sigvald with a grin as he shakes his cousins hand.

"If we are all in one room then yes, I will modulate my speech for you cousin." He shakes the offered hand warmly.

 

[Fenris]

"If we are all in one room then yes, I will modulate my speech for you cousin." He shakes the offered hand warmly.

"Yeah right, you bellow like a bull when you whisper" laughs back Sigvald.

 

[Graybeard]

Artemis

Perception = 1d20+1=17

Artemis recognizes the man in the center as the one that had bumped into one of the other candidates. It made a certain amount of sense that a member of the royal house would mingle to observe the manners and behavior of the chosen candidates. Artemis shrugged it off and filed it away mentally for possible future review.

After the ceremony, he headed for his assigned room and noticed a few others whom he had seen the previous evening. He selected an interior room since he didn't really need to have a window. Besides, Ginger might try to leap out at a passing bird. He quickly stowed his few personal items. One of the large boisterous men had invited everyone to meet in the common room as a way to get to know each other. Artemis decided it was a reasonable thing to do since they would all be rooming together.

He stepped back into the common room and saw a few of the others were already there.

"I'm Artemis Nava." he briefly introduced himself.
"I'm not very good with weapons as such, much to the dismay of my father. I'm not much of a scholar either. I do have a talent for magic." he explained as he looked at the others.

Artemis is 5'9", 152 lbs, with brown hair and blue eyes. Around his neck he wears an unusual pendant. It is circular and an image of swirling clouds and lightning can be seen within.

 

[KerlanRayne]

Theric waits as the stragglers are funneled into the procedings and made sure to be wearing their uniforms. On his turn, he goes up and takes his oaths with dignity and the ceremony concludes uneventfully. He gets his room assignment and gathers up what things he doesn't currently have stored at his workshop. Arriving at the assigned location, he picks out the back exterior room. It should be a little quieter and have a great view. Hearing the others gather in the common room, Theric goes to join him.

He walks into the room and sees some that he recognizes. Being about 5'10" he is about average height in the group. His skin is paler than most but not unaturally so. His hair is jet black and his eyes sparkle like green emeralds. He is relatively handsome but there are a few here much more so.

"Hello! I have met some of you before, but for the others, I am Theric, it's nice to meet you." He speaks precisely. Definitely well educated. Probably a fan of big words. "My main skills are in the arcane arts but I am also proficient in other arts as well. My family consists mainly of craftsmen of all sorts."

Theric listens to the music of the fiddle and enjoys the song. As they sit there, an illusory depiction of two people, each a foot tall, appear at the center of the common room floating in the air and begin dancing to the music. They are directed by Theric's whims.

 

[ghostcat]

As people started to reveal their skills, Yevas realises that he has neglected his cover story. Not that he wants to deceive people who he will depend on, more that he doesn't want to reveal too much. Finally he says "I'm a so-so fighter but my main skills are in the ferreting out of information. This is also my passion as I have a curiosity bump the size of a dragon's egg."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Deaglan accepts the proffered bottle of brandy and move to the common room with Henry. Initially somber, a broad smile lights his face at the good natured ribbing of the two cousins. The little man responds to each new addition to the room with a firm handshake, and pours each a glass of the brandy so generously offered by his new friend Henry.
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[kinem]

The blond young man with the hawk at 5'6" is a little shorter than the warriors but looks a bit more muscular than a typical scholar.

"To those I've met before, good to see you. To those I have not, I am Narcius Trentson. Call me Narc. My talents are mostly in the magical field as well.

That's pretty cool, Theric."

"Thanks" he says as he accepts the brandy.