blackdraco
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Phaidadru sighs. ”well, that leaves us. We better follow them so they don’t do anything stupid.” He says to Ahote, with a smile. he turns an walks in the direction the two others ran.
Paths of Legend: Lord Noran's War (IC)
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ethandrew
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Stroking the neck of his horse before he mounts, Keefe nods his head in agreement. Checking the straps of his saddle and adjusting what needs to be tightened, he easily mounts up. "Yes, patience seems to have skipped over their lot. I would offer a horse from our stables, but I fear she'd never accept anything from me. Come, let me show you the way."
shadowmask
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Nyrazha follows Keefe out of the stables, lost in thought.
crazy_monkey1956
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Frontier City of Delagund, Duchy of Vedlund
Lord Noran rises and goes to the boy's side, barking orders at a guard to fetch a cleric. The boy's eyes flutter open, "My Lord...orcs...a week's ride."
Noran shouts after the dwarf and the half-ogre, "Hold, unless you are prepared for a week's journey already. We have some time, though not much." Addressing all four now, "Since you seem eager to jump to the offense, I will let you seek that path while my troops attend to the defense of the city, in case you fail. Do not fail."
The Capital City of Azgund, Temple of the Healing Light
The head priest emerges from the shrine, bowing to Kae'Ari, "The King's nephew is fourth in line to inherit the throne, after the King's son, the King's daughter, and the King's brother...Keefe's father. There are rumors, but there always are among the nobility. Rumors of Keefe's debauchery and excesses. What truth lies in those rumors, I know not. As to your other news, it has been in the Light's best interest to not become involved in the business of Kings and countries. Would you have us change that?"
The Capital City of Azgund, Horse Merchant
Keefe and Nyrazha arrive at the horse merchant, an Emiran fellow with something of a less than savory reputation. None-the-less, with the King commandeering all of Azgund's horses for the war, this Emiran is the only one in the city able to keep selling. His stock, fine Emiran horses of the same breed as Zephyra (light riding and war horses), as well as his monopoly on the market, means his prices are exhorbitant (OOC: Double the PHB costs, though you can make diplomacy checks to talk him down, if you wish).
Lord Noran rises and goes to the boy's side, barking orders at a guard to fetch a cleric. The boy's eyes flutter open, "My Lord...orcs...a week's ride."
Noran shouts after the dwarf and the half-ogre, "Hold, unless you are prepared for a week's journey already. We have some time, though not much." Addressing all four now, "Since you seem eager to jump to the offense, I will let you seek that path while my troops attend to the defense of the city, in case you fail. Do not fail."
The Capital City of Azgund, Temple of the Healing Light
The head priest emerges from the shrine, bowing to Kae'Ari, "The King's nephew is fourth in line to inherit the throne, after the King's son, the King's daughter, and the King's brother...Keefe's father. There are rumors, but there always are among the nobility. Rumors of Keefe's debauchery and excesses. What truth lies in those rumors, I know not. As to your other news, it has been in the Light's best interest to not become involved in the business of Kings and countries. Would you have us change that?"
The Capital City of Azgund, Horse Merchant
Keefe and Nyrazha arrive at the horse merchant, an Emiran fellow with something of a less than savory reputation. None-the-less, with the King commandeering all of Azgund's horses for the war, this Emiran is the only one in the city able to keep selling. His stock, fine Emiran horses of the same breed as Zephyra (light riding and war horses), as well as his monopoly on the market, means his prices are exhorbitant (OOC: Double the PHB costs, though you can make diplomacy checks to talk him down, if you wish).
Lynx_The_one
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No, I merely wish to tell you to watch out. There was great evil in the palace this morning. I also wish to mention, that I will be traveling to visit the temple in the lad of lord noran, with prince keethe, and the emerian ambassadors daughter.
shadowmask
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Nyrazha, adopting a more subservient demeanor, examines the merchant and his stock from under her lashes. She quietly says to Keefe, "It would likely be best if you spoke to this merchant, my lord. It would go badly for us if I did." A bit of pride creeps into her voice at this point. "The stock is all Emiran; that is good. It is said that Emiran horses are as swift as the wind, as dependable as the earth, as tenacious as the sea, and as spirited as the flame."
ethandrew
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Keefe shrugs nonchalantly, "While that is all well and good, they, like men, are mortal, and all must die. Plus I still think she could fly. Don't see why we should give her a horse."
He turns to addresses the horsemaster. Looking him up and down, Keefe sighs to himself. "Okay. Obviously you know who I am. If you don't, once I leave ask around, they'll tell you. Then you can live with the fact that you did business with me and my family at a price I will be happy over. Or you will have to deal with the fact that if your price is bad that no one in my family will ever buy a horse from you again, nor will anyone from this town. That is not a threat, it is a fact. I am not being callous, merely honest.
"We are in need of a horse. Obviously, you are the only one around. I could obviously use one of my family's, but I most of ours are being used for the war. Needless to say, the rider is an angel. Know what I mean by that? I mean wings, holy warrior, hates all things not good and pure, big complainer. So a bad horse and a bad price leaves you with an angry angel who has so much pent up rage and aggression from years of being stifflingly nice. Which in turn makes me angry. Which in turn comes back to you.
"So. We need a horse. Something fast and light, but strong. What do you have?"
[sblock=Skills]Bluff +17, Diplomacy +12[/sblock]
He turns to addresses the horsemaster. Looking him up and down, Keefe sighs to himself. "Okay. Obviously you know who I am. If you don't, once I leave ask around, they'll tell you. Then you can live with the fact that you did business with me and my family at a price I will be happy over. Or you will have to deal with the fact that if your price is bad that no one in my family will ever buy a horse from you again, nor will anyone from this town. That is not a threat, it is a fact. I am not being callous, merely honest.
"We are in need of a horse. Obviously, you are the only one around. I could obviously use one of my family's, but I most of ours are being used for the war. Needless to say, the rider is an angel. Know what I mean by that? I mean wings, holy warrior, hates all things not good and pure, big complainer. So a bad horse and a bad price leaves you with an angry angel who has so much pent up rage and aggression from years of being stifflingly nice. Which in turn makes me angry. Which in turn comes back to you.
"So. We need a horse. Something fast and light, but strong. What do you have?"
[sblock=Skills]Bluff +17, Diplomacy +12[/sblock]
