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

OOC: bedford and Voda Vosa, we didn't hear from you last week. Let me know your status in the OOC thread. Thanks.

Frontier City of Delagund, Duchy of Vedlund

The castellan responds to Ahote, "This is not Thay or the elven lands, I'm afraid. We have smoke signals and signal fires at set places in the mountains, but that is all."

The next day, the castellan delivers as promised, with a wagon laden with supplies. To the elf, dwarf, half-elf and half-ogre he says, "Good luck. Remember, Lord Noran wants information first and foremost. You cannot deliver that information if you are dead."

OOC: Last minute actions before leaving town? Make them now.

The Capital City of Azgund

Nyrazha's father admonishes her that an Emiran woman of her standing does not disguise herself nor sully the image of her caste by revealing the fullness of her face to any but her family.

The next day, Varace accompanies the servants who bring Kae'Ari, Keefe and Nyrazha their horses and supplies. The Minister of War bows to the trio, "I wish you well on your mission. Time is of the essence. The lives and well-being of the Azgundi and Emiran peoples may very well rest in your hands."
 

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[sblock=OOC] Fantastic...she's bought 3 Explorer's outfits consisting of 1 pair of loose britches, 2 skirts (divided for riding), 3 loose blouses, and 3 capes (black, brown, green). She also has a pair of black riding boots and a leather belt. All of her new clothing is in the Azgundi fashion. She also has bought two disguise kits. One is full of hair dyes and skin "pigments;" the other has the same stuff for her horse. Her pocket is lighter by 130 gp. Total remaining in her Heward's: 504 - 130 = 374 gp.[/sblock]

Zephyra lips Nyrazha's hands one last time. The horse is obviously hoping there is more of her customary treat. Nyrazha laughs softly and pats her mount's velvety nose as she walks to the horse's left side. Swinging gracefully into her saddle, Nyrazha looks at Kae'ari. "I'm ready."

She looks at the Minister, hiding her distrust as best she is able (Bluff check to hide distrust (1d20+8=27)). All she says, however, is, "I thank you for the well wishes. The people of Azgund and the Emirates are in good hands." Let him make of that what he will.
 

Keefe nods his head in approval before mounting his own horse. "Yeah, Varace, what she said," he finishes with a laugh before turning and cantering away. "Nice to see you this morning, Kae'ari. It's good to know that my chaperone has made it past her first day in Azgund without any ill effects. If I may make a request, could you please delay your lecturing me about my wicked ways until we're outside the city? I wouldn't want you to tarnish my reputation among the cityfolks." With that he winks at Nyrazha and smiles politely at the angel.
 

Nyrazha shakes her head at Keefe. "You just can't resist baiting her can you?" Laughing, she turns to Kae'ari. "Ignore him. You have an Emiran desert horse beneath you. Let's show this Azgundi Prince why the desert horses are also called Desert Wind." With that, she knees her mount into a gallop, dodging around pedestrians, riders, and wagons alike.

Her laughter floats behind her as a sense of exhiliration overtakes her, as it always does when she rides. I'm free!

[sblock=OOC: I'm assuming a ride check is in order]Ride check (1d20+5=23)[/sblock]
 

A wicked grin covers Keefe's face as he delighted in the two against one challenge his uncle and Varace had so graciously laid before him. Casually, still seated atop his nonmoving horse, he calls out, "Oh Ambassador, unless you mean to ride hard into the nasty part of town, I suggest you follow me." He turns his horse the opposite way and his grin cracks into an open smile, which quickly dissolves once he realizes that she was in fact going the correct direction and that now he has to devise a plan to double back without her noticing.
 

"What Reputation? Oh yes, You are the wonderful Prince Keefe, beheld by all of your countrymen right? Women dream of you, children play 'Prince Keefe and the evil orcs' right? 'I'll be Prince Keefe and you can be the invading orc menace' 'That's not fair your always Keefe' 'That's because I'm more like him'? Yeah right. So I ask you oh wonderful prince which way should we go, if the ambassador is going the wrong way?" Kae'ari says, with a strong tone of irony in her voice.
 

When Nyrazha realizes that her companions are not following her, she pulls Zephyra to a halt. Turning in her saddle and hearing most of what is said, her carefree laughter floats toward them. "I do believe she has the better of you, my Prince."

Nyrazha looks around in assumed confusion. "Do you intend to give us a tour of your lands before we make our way North, my lord?" She knees Zephyra into a walk, continuing in her original direction. "Or, perhaps you'd rather walk our steeds to the gate."

To Kae'ari, she says, "I told you, no horse can outrun an Emiran desert horse. Is she all you desired?"
 

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