Paths of Legend: Lord Noran's War (IC)

[Yttermayn]

"Well..." Ahote started. "That's not an angle I had considered. I still have to wonder how Noran will deal with two fronts. I guess the only way would be to space out the engagements. With that in mind, we'd have to either scout only, or delay the orcs so badly that it would take them a very long time to get here. Anything in between and we run the risk of accidentally synchronizing aggression from the kings army and the orcs - disaster."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ah' suggest we make some scouting first, if Noran is right, then orcs will attack first, then the kings army, if it does at all. So first things first: We need to know how many orcs we are speaking of, how trained they are, and what equipment and siege weapons they count with" Shajrom says, scratching his beard.

 

[Lynx_The_one]

"Hours ago I would have said yes, Winda sent news from the front, saying that the battles were dangerous, and that the demons of the Thayvians were dangerously evil, but now I question the intentions of the war minister, and by extension the crown." She sighs "I just don't know what to do, I wish that everything was much simpler."

 

[shadowmask]

"If you would allow me, my lord Prince." Nyrazha lays her hand lightly on Keefe's wrist to stop him from pulling out the promise note. "The angel requested a mount of gentle temperament and even gait. Perhaps it would behoove us to be certain we acquire a steed with both?" Her sea green eyes turn toward the merchant. "I would not trust this one to be truthful with us, if he was truly going to charge us nearly double the normal cost despite promises of continued royal custom."

She dismounts gracefully and gives Zephyra the command to stay. As she does so, she looks again at the merchant with an arched brow. In Emiran she says, "You see that I am no ordinary woman. I am a daughter of water and desert with my own desert wind. If you are lying, speak the truth now, to me, and I will spare you my father's wrath. If you are lying and continue to lie, you will feel the bite of heat and steel as my father's man cuts out your tongue. Diplomats can do that." She smiles at the man coldly.

Nyrazha approaches the horse the merchant had brought out of the paddock. She begins running her hands along the horse's neck, getting the animal used to her presence, smell, and touch. "Merchant, does this animal have the qualities we seek?" She looks at the man with eyes hard and cold as the Emiran jewels known as sea ice.

 

[blackdraco]

”Hmm…” Phai mumbles, seaming in thought. “In the light of these new information’s, it would be better if we leave as soon as possible” he looks at the others.
“Should we meet out doors… I have to find someone” he says with a smile, beginning to leave the scene.

 

[Yttermayn]

"Fine by me." Ahote comments. He thoughtfully shoves his left index finger into his nose to the first knuckle. "I have everything I need right here." he adds sincerely.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Frontier City of Delagund, Duchy of Vedlund

As the dwarf, half-ogre, half-elf, and elf prepare to leave, the Lord's castellan approaches, a short, bald human man, "Lord Noran informs me that I am to provide you with provisions and supplies. If you have a need, I shall fill it."

The Capital City of Azgund, Temple of the Healing Light

The priest nods and pats Kae'Ari on the shoulder, "The world of man is full of grey. You are a being of black and white. You are pure good, unsullied and uncomplicated. Do what your heart and conscience demands and you will not falter."

The priest turns away, preparing to leave, "I must attend to the faithful. If you have a need, name it, and it shall be done. If not, may the Light guide you in the dark places ahead."

The Capital City of Azgund, Horse Merchant

The horse mercant's sweat drips off of his forehead as he stammers in Azgundi, "Yes, yes, gentle and swift, humble and well-mannered."

Nyrazha's inspection of the animal reveals that it is indeed a fine steed, though perhaps a bit too tame for her own tastes.

The merchant, still in Azgundi, "Only the best for the humble prince and at the best prices. 75 pieces of gold for the horse and tack. Yes, yes."

In Emiran, in a low tone meant for Nyrazha's ears only, "The wrath of the waves and the sand fast dwindles in the heat of the flames. Your father's title will not protect him much longer. I do not mean to threaten, but to warn. I am of the air caste. The fire caste sends long knives for you and your family even as we speak."

The merchant bows deprecatingly to Keefe as the stableboy hands the horse's reins to Nyrazha.

 

[Yttermayn]

In Emiran, in a low tone meant for Nyrazha's ears only, "The wrath of the waves and the sand fast dwindles in the heat of the flames. Your father's title will not protect him much longer. I do not mean to threaten, but to warn. I am of the air caste. The fire caste sends long knives for you and your family even as we speak."

I'm not clear: Who is saying this? Is it the merchant?

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

I'm not clear: Who is saying this? Is it the merchant?

OOC: Yes.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Very well my good man, bring us supplies of food, but not for the elf, since he seems content in eating his nasal mucus. If that was a joke or an insult, none can tell, since Shajrom face didn't express nor a smile nor a bitter look "Also, water, some ropes, horses of course, some tents, of not to shiny colors, the most discrete possible. We will need climb gear if we wish to have a panoramic view of the orquish army from a hill or a small mountain, and a small hand telescope" Shajrom seems lacking of the appropiate word, but then disregard its complication, as more objects come to his mind. "We also need a cartography map of the land in which we will be operating, with topology and terrain types, paper and ink to make notes... and I can't think of anything else. Have those ready and if we came to anything else, we let you know" finishes the dwarf with his inexpressive face, both eyebrows rose.