Mark of the Wyrm

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

Grumbling about 'formal things' and 'slimy reptiles' Grogan walks into the nearest clothier and angrily grabs the darkest and heaviest set of explorer's clothes he can find, slams his money down on the counter, and then leaves.

He will go with Kevin and Garren to the gathering and will hopefully find solace in their company.
Grogan will don his breastplate and his sheathed longsword, while wielding a forced and wide toothy smile to look like a constipated Dire Mace of Doom.

Success! Assuming Grogan is for the 'fairie eye for the barbarian guy' approach, appropriate clothing is found at PHB prices. Looking forward to hearing the
description...

Groan!

 

[Stonecipher]

Stonecipher takes Logan up on his offer. He is excited about seeing more of his own kind. He is clean himself up and ask about clothing and where he can buy a pipe. He doesn't really know how to approach others in the tap room so he will find an emtpy seat and have an ale or two and wait for Logan to tell him when its time to go.

 

[Neurotic]

Logan

OOC: All of this is in dwarven.

Logan takes care of brash youth. He insists on bath for starters, then instructs:
When you greet someone unknown especialy of unknown social status use formal greeting like "Greeting to you" or "Well met". Dwarven greetings don't translate well because they sound unfamiliar to those greeted, but you are free to use them. Pronunciate words clearly, don'cha use that slang, boyo! Before you start eating and drinking, wait for the Lord to start. I don't realy know much about human ways, this I gathered from meetings with several human priests. High society might have other ideas of how to be proper, but...we will have two orcs with us so don't worry. OOC: I hope I did this right

Logan will find dwarven frizeur and make something from Stonecipher's hair and beard even if it's just combing.

I don't realy like your color changing cloak, but humans might be intrigued, fickle as they are.
Do you have The Mark on you or you just happened to be in the vicinity when things started?

As for clotches it's realy up to Stonecipher unless he is willing to wear spare Logan's clotches. And Logan is small dwarf.

 

[Stonecipher]

OOC (this is in dwarven)

"This cloak is nothing, I just do that to help me get free food or a place to sleep. Its just a trick I do. Can't you do it ? All dwarfs can do this. And what'cha talk'n 'bout.." Stonecipher stops for a moment thinking Logan might give him guff about his speech and says. "And what to you mean by "The Mark". I have all kinds of scars from growing up. I've got a long scar on my back and funny red burn there too."

He takes a drink from his battered mug and thinks for a moment. "I'll get a new cloak to make you happy, breeches, shirt, belt and hat for this get together. Can I wear my chain shirt and axe? I don't like leaving them. Oh and my cup here? Do I need new boots for these people? I'd hate to break in a new pair if I don't need to. And yes yes I'll give me self a good soak to before we go."

 

[Neurotic]

Logan admonishes

No, NOT all dwarves can do that! It's magic of the fairies, as fickle as they are. Proper dwarven magic is written in stone or gem or metal, durable and unchanging!

On Stoneciphers use of slang Logan just smiles. Smile broadens as he corrects himself.

Does your mark looks something like this? Logan turns and collects his hair up from the neck thus exposing his mark.

Yes, you may wear your armor and weapons, you are dwarf and be proud of it! Don't let anyone to belittle that! You may, YOU SHOULD respect others believes and customs, but that doesn't mean you should forget who and what you are.

As for the boots, I won't buy new ones, just clean my old. That said, it never hurts to have dry spares when you're out of civilisation. I think there will be plenty of cups at Lord's dinner and I'm not sure it'd be polite to indicate that you fear poison from him.

OOC: can I change my daily spells? I haven't used any of them, only spell cast was from the scroll. I'd pray for detect and delay poison and for mending.

Now, please, take care of yourself for the afternoon, I haven't spoken this much since I became talhund. I need to pay respects to my patron.

Logan spends couple of hours in silent prayer and some quiet time in common room of the tavern, never speaking a word.

When it's nearing time to go, he goes up, dresses properly and collects Stonecipher if he's still there then goes to the palace.

 

[Tharune]

Dinner

OOC: Logan- you can change your spells, but after resting and praying as if you had used the spells and had the slots open.

The palace of Scardale Town is quite old, and has Sembian architecture. No doubt the Sembians used it as a strong point in order to raid this Dale and extend onward. Considering its age and the town's opinion of authority, the palace itself needs a lot of work. You all see construction gangs moving around, fixing things, and making changes.

You are, of course, expected, and ushered into the main dining hall at the appropriate hour. There are three long tables set here, and there are perhaps a hundred people sitting down for the meal. Aschenon has claimed the center table as the main one, and sits at the end closest to the thronelike Chair of Justice. (It sits on top of a series of stairs behind him). The party has been awarded places of honor close to him, near the head of the center table; the castle staff, not having a good idea of who was coming, has left the seating arrangements to be handled amongst yourselves.

The meal is served promptly, a huge seven-course thing that starts with fingerbowls and some small frozen treat, and ends with an iced cake celebrating the nomination of the new Lord to Scardale Town. It seems that they intend to do dinner first, then conversation afterward.

A few minstrels wander around the room, playing softly, and part of the household guard stand at attention, halberds in hand, against the walls.

 

[FreeXenon]

Grogan (Half-Orc Barbarian); HP: 31

Hopefully sitting in between Garren and Kevin, Grogan, thoroughly angered and afraid of upsetting the tender sensibilities, puts on his fiercest friendly smile that he could force revealing his toothy yellowed orcish maw with his lips drawn back as far as he could manage while trying not to scare them.

In all his nervousness barbarian ends up drinking from the finger bowl, spilling his drink (at least once), never uses the utensils, and tears, nervously and messily, into the food served like the unaware and very porcine creature that he is.

Remnants of food drips lazily down his chin and onto the table once he finishes, and sauce and frosting are found on his meaty hands. He finishes eating and resumes his aggressive smiling campaign while nervously sitting there and waiting for the talking to begin.

 

[Ambrus]

The small maroon dragon perches on a nearby minaret overlooking the palace's gate until it spots the other Runemarked appear on the scene. Then, with a few whispered words, Vorastrix reaches into the Weave to cloak itself in a simple cantrip (prestidigitation). The magic slides along the drakeling's hide, both removing any encrusted dust, dirt and sea salt while making each scale glisten in turn. Vorastrix next directs the magic to similarly clean and enhance each claw, horn and tooth studding its saurian body. Almost as an afterthought, the drakeling's leather carrying case likewise cleans and polishes itself.

Being about to head indoors, Vorastrix removes its sun goggles and tucks them into the case. The drakeling then turns and catches the wind as it launches itself into the air. Spiraling downwards, Vorastrix quickly swoops in and joins the other invitees by the gate. Beating the air lazily, the drakeling somehow manages to remain hovering as the group makes its way into the palace.

Taking whichever seat remains, Vorastrix snakes its head around to study the room and its many guests. Being as short as it is however, only the drakeling's head is visible as it peek out above the tabletop's forest of plates, glasses and cutlery. Finding the position both undignified and uncomfortable, Vorastrix instead hops up onto the top of the chair's tall back, where it remains perched for the rest of the meal. From its new vantage point, the drakeling uses its magic to remotely cut and float bite-sized pieces of food and drink up to its maw, which it then swallows by throwing its head back without chewing. It samples each serving politely, but only consumes a small amount from each, usually leaving behind its vegetable or dairy elements uneaten. When the desert service comes around, Vorastrix tastes the air briefly with its tongue, and smelling its sweetness, politely declines the proffered dish.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Carfal nods in greeting to the Lord, and any other unfamiliar figures who catch his eye. Looking around the table at the motley assembly of which he is now a part, juxtaposed with Lord Aschenon and the palatial surroundings, he can't help but grin and shake his head.
He eats with the subdued purposefulness learned from years of meals in the temple refectory, anxiously awaiting what Aschenon has to say to the group.
In the meantime, he is just now realizing how hungry he is - he never did finish that bowl of stew he had ordered for lunch...

 

[Stonecipher]

Stonecipher tells Logan, "I don't know what it looks like to be honest, I can't really see it very well. It looks about the same color." He takes his mail and shirt off and tells Logan "Take a look."

After that, he finishes up prepping for the visit with the new lord.

At the meal he sits himself near Logan and digs into the food. If Logan tells him he should use better manors or correct his use of diner wear then he will attempt to fix it. The one case he won't is with his pewter mug. He takes it out and sets it on the table and pours his drink into it. For the rest of the night he will ask that the servants refill this and not the cups provided.

For the most part he will stay quiet and just observe whats going on and who is there.