Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Arkhandus]

How.....unusual. There certainly is something going on, or a couple of little somethings. Is the lady a mime? Or just very exciteable? Well, mayhap I'll try talking to her later. But I believe I recognize that fellow over there.....man, it's been a while since I've seen him. Wonder what's up. Alaric's thoughts ramble on a bit as he considers the strange scene by the gates, and the arrival of Iphithis.

He walks over towards the gate now, getting up from the box he had sat down on a moment ago. With a brief stretch, Alaric walks over to greet his teacher's old traveling companion, approaching the half-elf.

"Hail Iphithis! It's been a while! What brings you to Azgund?" he calls out while approaching.

 

[Amaury]

"Ummm..." said Aohdan, not sure how to deal with his sudden celebrity. "Hi!" He figured that was the best way to put it. He extended his hand and prepaired for the shake he now expected. "I'd imagine your kind are not often for the cities either. And, thank you for the blessing."

Johen is relieved when the centaur brings his hand forward and shakes it.
"Well, no.. I really should have stayed in High Forest to take care of Her creations, but some events have brought me here, in this unfamiliar surroundings... Actually it is the first time that I have been away from High Forest.. And may I ask what brings you away from your lands?"

To the dwarf, he replies politely: "Hello, my name is Johen. I am sorry, I was speaking in sylvan, a languague that is very common for those living in the forest."

 

[Helfdan]

It HAD to be his prey. A slim young man with reddish hair and a magnificent hawk on his shoulder. Valen then did a double take. In his focus, he had almost missed the fact that the young druid was speaking to a centaur... and a dwarf! What a day for wondrous sights! But the manhunt was over. Now to hunt for the truth.

A tall man in a forest-green cloak approaches the druid and the centaur, and speaks in Tureni, his voice not loud, but commanding attention. His intense demeanor belies the youthfulness of his lean, rugged face.

"Johen of Gwynloc'h. We must speak. Of Herruwen, and other matters."

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle drops her pointing arm and slumps her shoulders at the lack of action taking place. Sure there were centaurs and dwarves and half-elves, but nothing good really. "Well that was a disappointment, if I may say so myself. Even that lady is just standing there watching."

 

[Yttermayn]

"Death and misfortune, sir, death and misfortune." Aohdan was reminded of recent events: the death of his father and others, his injury, and his subsequently getting lost. His face darkened at these reflections, the tavern all but forgotten for the moment. "I'd wager our presense here, yours and mine, are somehow related, Johen." Aohdan hinted. "But we can discuss that later. It seems someone else would have a word with you." he nodded over Johens shoulder at the approaching forester.

OOC: I won't be able to post again untill tomorrow evening, so the DM can nudge me along in my absense if needed.

 

[Amaury]

On Aohdan's hint, Johen turned his head to see who was approaching. He was expecting one of
the halflings to turn up but no, a man - with some intent it seemed - stopped in front of him to
address him.

It took a second to Johen to realize that the man was talking in Tureni - it had been some time
now since he had spoken or heard it - and that surprised him. But he got even more surprised
when he got called by his name and when his master's name was spoken!!

Taken aback and surprised, it took him a moment to reply in Tureni: "Who.. how..? Who are you?..
and how do you know my name and... my MASTER's??" His last words had been spoken in a more
defensive tone and he made no attempt to hide his hand's move towards his club...

 

[ethandrew]

Seeing the confrontation escalating, Estelle's eyes widen. It had been a while since she had spoken Tureni, having learned it as a child in one of the many houses she was raised in, but she understood the words clearly and the intent even more so. She rushes forward, heading toward the two foreigners, half-dragging William along with her. In less than polished Tureni Estelle hastily intervenes, "Gentlemen, there is a time and a place for such an encounter, and right in the main gate of the Azgundi capital is not it, let me assure you. I know I should leave well enough alone, but if you two are gonna fight, I'd much rather it not be broken up in the two seconds it would take for the guards to arrest you both. Don't be fools! You wanna fight? Take it to a dualing circle like civilized folk!"

She looks over at William and smiles sheepishly, "I just told them that they'd be arrested if they progressed any further. You know me, ever the concerned citizen."

 

[Jemal]

William clears his throat, trying to look like he understands what's happening "Indeed, If you must resort to violence to sort your difference, I've seen this 'Dueling Circles' throughout the city, though I'm sure if we sat down over a drink we could talk this out civilly. What exactly is the problem?"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Aohdan, Muzdum, Johen, Valen, William, Estelle...

One of the guards approaches, "I need to ask you folks to stand clear. There are others who need to enter the city and you are blocking the road."

Alaric and Corath...

The confusion at the gate seems to have gathered others. In fact, several of the young gate-guides seem to be murmuring about a potential fight, with mention of the duel circles.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle pipes up before anyone can say another word, hoping to avoid any issues with the guards, "My apologies, good sir, it's just I haven't seen my brothers in years and I am oh so excited! You understand? We didn't mean to block the gate! Have a good day," she smiles overtly, tightening her grip on William. Looking at the two men, "Whatever you do, don't do it here, okay? First timers? Follow us or stay and get arrested, your choice."

Estelle turns to leave and runs into one of the city guides, "Bugger off, pest, we don't need you, go learn a trade!" She sighs, not entirely sure why she intervened, but William's suggestion at a drink rings longingly in her ears.