Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: Arkhandus, pardon the lapse here, please...

Alaric...

Iphithis eyes the confusion at the gate and then responds, "Alaric isn't it? That old codger still using you apprentices for slave labor? As to what brings me back...reporting to the Guild after an extended outing. Age hasn't forced me into retirement like it has Entan." He smirks a bit. Alaric remembers vaguely that Entan's aging had often been a point of good-natured ribbing from Iphithis in the past.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen looks at the newcomers. A man close to his size, with polished armor. The nearby guards. And the well-meaning small, attractive girl... all disturbances in the most important part of his hunt. And the druid was panicking. This talk of dueling was not helping, either.

The tall man throws back his cowl, revealing a rough-shorn mane of blonde hair and clear blue eyes. He then spoke in Azgundi.

"I am Valen Sablewood, ranger of Turen. And at present, all I mean to do is talk to this man, as he knows we MUST." His voice was soft, but hard as the fliny hills of his homeland.

"However, I agree with this comely maid that mayhap this is not the best place for our conversation." The gallant bow looks natural, but somewhat out of place for a rough woodsman. "Lead on, milady."

Valen follows Estelle after again adressing Johen in Tureni: "Please join us. I would like to keep this civil, but I have my orders."

 

[Amaury]

Johen was getting very nervous now. Two new persons had joined, coming out of nowhere
and talking of fights and duels as if they were looking forward to them. Then a guard joined
in as well, asking them to move away.

Then the woodsman talked of 'his orders', hardly a veiled threat, as if... Johen was the one
accused?! This was getting very confusing. That man didn't look Azgundi and spoke good
Tureni. Johen had learnt that the Dagger was a type used by azgundi assassins but actually,
there could be exceptions. The assassin didn't need to be an Azgundi and could very much
be Tureni!.. That could fit..
However even if that man looked a bit rough, Johen couldn't imagine him as an assassin
either. But then how did he know his name and.. Herruwen??

Johen finally makes his mind up and ignoring others' remarks, he replies to Valen in Tureni:
"I don't know you and yet you know my name! You have not answered my previous question!
And I am not about to follow you with these two strangers to be killed in some back street or
make a show for the pleasure of these two!! If you know things that could help me, speak!
If you're one of THEM, then get ready to answer Herruwen's MURDER!!"

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ah really don't know what's happenin' but it sound like a fair fallhammer! Don't ya' worry mate, my four legged friend and myself will stand for ya', don't we? Let's move on!" says the dwarf, not understanding half of the conversation. Although he keeps his big smile on his beardy face, as he plays with his mustach.

 

[Helfdan]

The druid's reaction gave Valen a sense of relief. Unless he was a great actor, the man was innocent. The truth would not elude the hunter for long, now. He replied in Tureni.

"As I said, I am a ranger of Turen. And I have been sent to find what role you played in the death of Druid Herruwen." Though the taller man had not reached for the long hilt at his left hip, his soft words had enough steel in them. "Now I recommend you keep your hand away from that stick, and speak to me. The choice is yours. But know I WILL do my duty."

The serious young man then addressed the dwarf in Azgundi. He spoke calmly, but firmly.

"Master dwarf, I must speak to this man about serious matters. He will not need protection if he calms down and speaks the truth."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Well tha's a good thin' ya' know, Ah always prefered words before hammer crushs. Ha ha" he says, similing. Then he looks at all the others, except the centaur "Ah'm bein' unpolited, le' me introduce myself, Muzdum, warsmith extraordinare, at yar' service folks." Muzdum says with a long bow

 

[Arkhandus]

"Aye, that he is. And I thought I finished my apprenticeship some years ago!" with a chuckle, Alaric approaches Iphithis and avoids the commotion nearby.

"Have any grand adventures while you were away, or just root around in the bushes for old junk this time?" he asks with a bit of a smirk himself.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Alaric...

Iphithis keeps an eye on the commotion as he answers, "Official job for the House of Lords this time around. Can't really talk about it at the moment. Speaking of which, I need to go report in. I'm sure I'll see you at Entan's later." He gives Alaric a clap on the back and then starts heading toward the Hill.

OOC: The Hill is what the large hill at the center of town is referred to where the House of Lords and the House of Commons are situated.

 

[shadowmask]

Corath is torn, although one wouldn’t know it to look at her. The halfling’s voice is familiar to her. The sensation of immense weight and interminable waiting broken by a voice, The Voice, washes over her. Her gaze becomes even more distant than usual.

The talk of duels brings flashes of memory from her old existence as an assassin and bodyguard. “I know what I can do in one of those…at least, what I could do so long ago.” The flash of silver, the creep of shadow, and through it all, her old master’s voice commanding her to do it now. These memories throw her noticeably off-balance, as if her entire world had shifted. “I’m fragmenting again. This cannot be,” she thinks, nearly panic-stricken at the unfamiliar sensations pouring through her. She is uncertain how to handle emotion in general, and fear in particular.

The pull of the Adventurers’ Guild wins out, however, upon her overhearing the conversation between the half-elf and the human. Anyone taking notice of her would notice that the talk of the Adventurers’ Guild acts as a stabilizing force for her. She approaches Alaric with a graceful stride. She pauses a short distance from him, as if uncertain how to approach. Her eyes eagerly follow the half-elf’s departure, although she stays put and says nothing. Her weight is balanced on her toes, an unconsciously elegant fighter’s pose, as if she could take flight at any moment.

 

[Arkhandus]

"Right..... Well drat. That was short. Now what am I going to do to put off finishing Entan's errand?" Alaric mutters to himself, as Iphithis briskly walks away to report in. The young man stands around, arms crossed, looking around the plaza.