Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments

[crazy_monkey1956]

The City Gates

Aohdan's apple clangs off of the guard's ill fitting helmet. She looks down at the centaur and lets out a little yelp, "Another monster!" However, a guard captain notices the ruckus and orders the young guard to lower her crossbow. He shouts out to Aohdan and the others, "Is this dragon a friend of yours?"

William, Valen, and Shayuri catch up to the centaur and the half-giant at this point.

The Candle District: The Gentle Repose

Aleera subtly nods back at Renaldo. The mercenary departs and soon he and several other mercs start up a seemingly drunken round of singing, rather conveniently closing the thugs into their circle as the whole bar starts to laugh and sing raucously.

Aleera makes her way back to Renaldo, "I bought us some time, but the other thugs are probably waiting for us at the back entrance. Think we can handle them?"

The Debate

Estelle

Estelle is able to conceal herself well enough, though her attention is more focused on finding a hiding spot than spotting as she can make out no one supsicious at the moment. An image of Anareesa flashes through her mind, apparently from the rapiers, and Estelle spots the girl from the circus refilling the water cups for the debaters. She's currently filling Alaric's cup.

Alaric

A servant girl passes by Alaric, refilling his and Deidrich's cups with water.

OOC: Score = Alaric 1, Deidrich 0

The moderator nods and says to Alaric, "What regulations would you put in place to restrict such individuals from lordship while still respecting their rights as citizens?"

OOC: Another Diplomacy check, please. Deidrich will get a rebuttal this time around after Alaric's opening statement.

Johen

OOC: +2 circumstance bonus on Johen's roll. Score = Johen 1, Londa 0

The moderator offers Johen a follow-up question, to which Johen gets to open, with Londa making a rebuttal, "Other than the greater defensive potential of stone over timber, what other reasons are there to not utilize the less expensive timber resources of other provinces?"

OOC: Another Diplomacy check, please.

Muzdum

Durani Von smiles and makes his rebuttal, "Well said, good dwarf, well said. It's always about money, isn't it? Still, it seems to me that if the mercenary guild, wanted more money, they could just offer their services to the Explorer's League or to the outlying provinces. Goodness knows Vedlund could use all the help they can get against the annual orc raids. But, can you really trust someone whose primary motivation is gold? What if someone else makes a better offer, hmm? What then?"

Diplomacy for Durani's rebuttal (1d20+6=10)

OOC: Score = Muzdum 1, Durani 0

The moderator nods to Muzdum, then turns to Durani for the followup question, "If the mercenary guild is not the answer, what then would you do to improve the training and morale of the new guard recruits."

"Recruit them more than two weeks in advance, of course. Give them a full year of training like the standard guardsmen get. Give those that excel a chance to stay on permanently."

Diplomacy check for Durani's followup opening (1d20+6=8)

OOC: Muzdum may now make a rebuttal (another Diplomacy check, please).

 

[Amaury]

Johen bows slightly at the honor granted to him by the judges and says:
"Well, you will understand my answer when I tell you that I am a servant of Lady Nature, a protector of the forests and their inhabitants...

Trees are living species. Yes they do not talk, nor think, but they are the creaturees of Lady Nature. They are at the basis of our lives. They are homes to many animals and creatures that are necessary to our own existence. Dead wood can be used easily to help us warm our homes. So trees deserve to live their lives just as we all do. Cutting trees unnecessarily is a direct affront to Lady Nature.

And, we have seen what happens when a licence is granted to woodcutters. They destroy the forest as cupidity and haste override any desire to maintain the forest as a renewable source. Where there was life, there is emptiness.

Thank you."

Johen knows that his beliefs may not be shared by the crowd or judges as they did not get his education, but he opts to be honest with this and maybe to get a few people to see things differently.

OOC: well..
diplo (1d20+2=5)

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ye know what? Ye should pay them more. It's all 'bout money, tha's fer damn sure. Money moves the world 'round ye, no point in denyin' it. If ye raise the salaries, ye'll have more moralized troops, more willin' to beat a thief, more willin' to risk their neck fer the others. And it's al'bout money. Pay a good ol' dwarven instructor, anyone can tell ye dwarves are the best martial instructors ye can found. If ye can pay them. It's al'bout money. As clear as Moradin's glasses." the dwarf replies.

Diplomacy: 15 IC loves me lately. I hope this doesn't end up soon >.<

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle's shadowed eyes open wide in confusion and dismay, a slow suspicion dawning on her, pooling from the collection of incomplete hints and feelings. She looks around quickly, planning her path and with a moments hesitation and indecision, she darts from her hidden spot. With deftness and agility far above one would think of a girl her age and size, Estelle cuts through the crowd as fast as possible, straight toward Alaric, and reaches him with a slap of his hand, sending the cup of cool, refreshing, and most likely much-needed water crashing to the ground, spraying a few closer-by's with its content.

She stops for just a moment, knowing full well that she has the eyes of everyone staring straight at her, she turns to Anareesa, and points a finger toward the girl's chest, "I can't believe you." She shakes her head at the girl and looks toward Alaric, "Sorry." With an apologetic face she states matter of factly, "Just don't drink the water."

I'm not sure what rolls, if any, you'll need from me. Let me know and I'll bust 'em out.

 

[Scott DeWar]

The Candle District: The Gentle Repose

Aleera subtly nods back at Renaldo. The mercenary departs and soon he and several other mercs start up a seemingly drunken round of singing, rather conveniently closing the thugs into their circle as the whole bar starts to laugh and sing raucously.

Aleera makes her way back to Renaldo, "I bought us some time, but the other thugs are probably waiting for us at the back entrance. Think we can handle them?"

Renaldo smiles a wide humorlous smile, "they are responsible for threatening mi charges life. they will get what the deserve, or i shall die trying." with that , he loosens his rapier and prepares to exit via the back door.

If Aleera does not stop him, he goes first....a gentleman always shields a lady from danger.

 

[Yttermayn]

The City Gates

Aohdan's apple clangs off of the guard's ill fitting helmet. She looks down at the centaur and lets out a little yelp, "Another monster!" However, a guard captain notices the ruckus and orders the young guard to lower her crossbow. He shouts out to Aohdan and the others, "Is this dragon a friend of yours?"

William, Valen, and Shayuri catch up to the centaur and the half-giant at this point.

Aohdan skids to a halt, dirt plowed by his hooves flying. "In a manner of speaking." he shouts back. "My apologies, she is young and precocious, and inexperienced in the ways of men. But she won't harm you, unless you attack first." 'I hope.' Aohdan adds mentally. "Please allow us to escort her back somewhere out of your way, good sirs and madam."

 

[Jemal]

*Huff.. puff* William stops beside the centaur, catching his breath while Aohdan speaks. 'I'd almost forgotten how well spoken the horse-man was.' he thinks to himself as he clears his throat and stands beside his companion, calling up to the guard captain as he draws himself up to his full height (Though he still looks small in comparison to the mighty half-horse)

"Please good sir, Neither us nor the dragon mean any harm to you, nor to your great city. I know little of dragons, but I know the centaur, and if he'll vouch for her, then I, Sir William Windwalker, shall vouch for both of them."

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Diplomacy Check if needed. (1d20+9=25)
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[Arkhandus]

Alaric thinks on the question for a moment, then Estelle rushes out of the crowd and slaps his water away! "Hey! What gives?!" he exclaims. Then, "...Fine," as he turns and goes to retrieve one of his own waterskins from his backpack on the floor nearby.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen stands beside William, but having little talent for diplomacy, he remains silent.

 

[Shayuri]

Shayuri trots to a halt with the others, but is clearly agitated and wanting to keep going. She calls up, "We're trying to save a life here! Every moment we delay could make it too late. Please let us through! All of us!"