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

[Yttermayn]

"Oh!" Ahote looks surprised. "Excuse me, I seem to have mistook you for a dwarf. I see now that you appear to be some sort of tiny pack mule! My apologies." Addressing the castellan, Ahote says "You may bring me two weeks of trail rations and an oiled poncho, good sir, and I thank you."

 

[bedford]

Hrugnir ads. " give us what the dwarf said and a wagon, and the usual extra meat and mead i always recieve on trips like this. "

 

[shadowmask]

OOC: Is the merchant telling the truth and what does he hope to gain by telling her? (1d20+5=12)

Nyrazha looks at the merchant in shock. The castes truly are at war then.

"I thank you for the warning...and the horse." She bows agitatedly. Taking the mare's reins, Nyrazha mounts and turns Zephyra back the way they came. "Shall we, my lord? We have preparations still to make."

If my father dies, my usefulness is ended, and this prince and his king will send me off to my death at the Flame Bringers' hands. Of course, the minister will see me sold to them first, just to turn a nice profit. Unless I can prove myself useful to them...this bears more thought.

A variety of emotions and half-formed expressions flit across what Keefe and the merchant can see of her face. Perhaps I should disguise myself. Cut my hair, remove the veils, and I'm simply a refugee fleeing to the north like so many of my countrymen.

Nyrazha sighs softly. No, I am the best hope my people have right now. I have the king's nephew's ear...and perhaps I can gain his respect. Perhaps with his support his government would be willing to send the manpower we need to win this war. She looks at Keefe from the corner of her eyes, waiting for him to take the lead. It's almost as if she were weighing his internal worth. Her eyes have turned from their usual sea-bright green to the color of a storm-tossed sea.

 

[ethandrew]

If Keefe noticed internal struggle, he did not publicly acknowledge it. He nods his head toward the merchant in response to the price and feigned ignorance at the warning he issued in Emiran. Truly this mission could put his own life in peril, and should Nyrazha perish during this ordeal, or her family lose their station, then Keefe's planning would be for naught, even if it still lies in its infantile stages.

Breaking the silence, Keefe steps forward, "I thank you horsemaster, but I will pay the one hundred for your mare. Here is your promissory note, again, take it to the castle gates and you will be cared for," with that he turns and leads to way back to the keep, to finalize their preparations and to get Nyrazha out of any potential danger.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: blackdraco, Lynx_The_one, we didn't hear from you last week. Let me know what your status is in the OOC thread.

Frontier City of Delagund, Duchy of Vedlund

The castellan jots down all of the requested supplies, "Everything will be ready by tomorrow, good sirs." He then scurries off to collect the items.

OOC: You have the rest of the game day (it is about noon at the moment) to make any other preparations you might need, or to relax, carouse, or whatever else you might desire. Post a summary of your activities or a course of action that might require DM intervention (basically any important NPC interactions).

The Capital City of Azgund

OOC: What other preparations would you like to make and where are you headed? Back to the keep? To the temple of the Healing Light to pick up Kae'Ari? Somewhere else? You have the rest of the game day (it is about noon at the moment) to make whatever other preparations you like. Post a summary of your activities for the day, or a course of action that might require DM intervention (important NPC interactions).

 

[Yttermayn]

Ahote hurries off and trys to find the castellan. When he finds the busy man, he waits until no one else is around. He then addresses the fellow in a low voice: "I have one further request, castellan... Is there any sort of... remote communication device at your disposal? I forsee the need to send and recieve expediant and possibly inconspicuous missives to and from Lord Noran."

 

[Lynx_The_one]

I will be traveling north with the king's nephew, and the daughter of the Emerian ambassador.

With that she leaves, flying over the town, looking for the other two to meet up with again.

 

[shadowmask]

Nyrazha is returning to the castle. Once there, she will excuse herself to Keefe and seek her father. The goal is to convince her father of the threat (including the horse merchant coming to the castle for payment) and the need for her to dress as an Azgundi woman of mixed ancestry (leaving the veils in the capital instead of taking them with her as she normally would). Once that is done, she'll probably retire to her room for most of the rest of the day to pack. Unless someone seeks her out, she'll see Keefe and Kae'ari the next morning.

 

[blackdraco]

Phai had no interest in the matter of equipment for the journey… he would let the others to that matter, so he ignored the merchant, and went outside.
He walks to a tree that is near his home, because this is where his old friend lives…
“Hi, are you awake jet…” he asks while looking op in the tree… a rattle is heard, and soon after a raven flies down from the top, and lands on Phais shoulder. It looks at Phai with an annoyed look, properly because he woke it op. it begins to clean it feathers, while Phai informs it of the current invent.

after informing the raven, Phai tries to find Ahote, because he is bored and don’t really have anything else to do before leaving. and he seams like the most intelligent of the three…

 

[ethandrew]

Once reaching the keep, Keefe walks to his room and sits on the edge of his bed. This might be one of the last moments of comfort for a while. This Lord Nolan surely was not outfitted with all the finery Azgund had to offer, so Keefe had no issues laying down and resting for one last time before his ride. Taking off his boots, he sets them nonchalantly down onto the ground and rests his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and thinking of more enjoyable times.