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<blockquote data-quote="Pliantreality" data-source="post: 5797120" data-attributes="member: 6686815"><p>Cillian didn’t bother knocking on the door to the modest two-story house before he entered. He rarely remembered. Vargas, for his part, had long ago stopped caring. At least this time the ranger was expected.</p><p> </p><p> “-bsolutely absurd, frankly!” came Vargas’ voice from the sitting room. “I am an <em>academic</em>. A history professor of no small talent, in fact. To be so crassly levied is rude.”</p><p> </p><p> “You’re not just a history teacher, Vargas. Your talent in the arcane arts is at least equal to the depths of your academic knowledge.” Came the lilting, conciliatory tone of Leaf. The young elf spread his hands. “Who <em>wouldn’t</em> want you on their side, after all?”</p><p> </p><p> Vargas pursed his lips, pushing his spectacles up his nose. After a moment he snorted.</p><p> </p><p> “You’re flattering me.”</p><p> </p><p> “Yes. Is it working?”</p><p> </p><p> “Yes.” The arcanist sniffed imperiously. “But only because you’ve fairly estimate my abilities as a wizard.”</p><p> </p><p> Leaf stifled a smile and gently shook his head, rising as Cillian entered.</p><p> </p><p> “Well met, Cillian.”</p><p> </p><p> “And yerself, m’lady.” He grunted, hooking his thumbs into his belt. “Ran into Barnabas on th’way here. Had some words concernin’ the call and such.”</p><p> </p><p> “I invited him to dinner, though I expect he’ll be late.”</p><p> </p><p> “Aye. Like as not he’ll have dinner at home ‘fore havin’ dinner here. Har!” the blue-skinned warrior barked. Leaf slid from the room to find Feare. “Dunnae why yer twisted slantwise about th’call. Been a bit since I had a proper rangin’.”</p><p> </p><p> “Rangings are messy.” Vargas muttered, waving a dismissive hand. “The horde descending on Bordrin’s Watch- it counts Jarl Gottendamurang in its number?”</p><p> </p><p> “It- eh. Aye. How’d ye know tha’?”</p><p> </p><p> “You’re in a good mood. The prospect of fulfilling your oath has that effect on you.” Vargas said. He stood and clasped hands with Cillian briefly. </p><p> </p><p> “Barnabas said their was reports of frost giants in the horde, aye.”</p><p> </p><p> “Don’t expect your reading lessons to stop simply because war is descending on the Vale. Come.”</p><p> </p><p> Vargas led Cillian into an adjourning room – his study – and past several rows of thick books. At a large oak desk, the arcanist stopped, rifling through the accumulated academic detritus to fish out a thin leatherbound novella with bright pastel lettering.</p><p> </p><p> “Here. I assume you finished ‘Who Bruised Mister Toad’?” he said. Cillian bobbed his head, rummaging on his belt to produce a small copy of the children’s book.</p><p> </p><p> “Aye. Was plannin’ to read it t’Feare. Boyo likes them Mister Toad stories.” Cillian said, exchanging books with Vargas. He read the title. “Hermit Crab’s New Home. What’s it about?”</p><p> </p><p> “A hermit crab’s new home.”</p><p> </p><p> “Oooooh.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> “Feare, are you awake?” Leaf said, gently prodding the massive gnoll. When the two had moved into Vargas’ guest room, the elf had tried to get him to sleep in a bed, but despite his efforts Feare still preferred the floor. Eventually Leaf had given up and found a pile of pillows and blankets on which the gentle brute could sleep.</p><p> </p><p> Feare made a quiet whining noise, but didn’t otherwise stir. Leaf prodded him again.</p><p> </p><p> “Wake up, Feare. Its almost suppertime.” He said. The gnoll cracked his eyes, letting his tongue loll out.</p><p> </p><p> “Food?”</p><p> </p><p> “Food.”</p><p> </p><p> Feare stretched out, grinning contentedly at the pops and cracks of his joints, then pushed to his feet.</p><p> </p><p> “Ham food?”</p><p> </p><p> “You’ll have to ask Mr. Vargas.” Leaf said. “He’s in his study with Mr. Cillian.”</p><p> </p><p> The gnoll’s eyes brightened and his tongue lolled out further.</p><p> </p><p> “Does Mr. Cillian have-“</p><p> </p><p> “Don’t drool, Feare.” Leaf said, poking him.</p><p> </p><p> “-Oops. Does Mr. Cillian have a book?”</p><p> </p><p> “I expect so. Come on, let’s-“ Leaf began. The gnoll, however, was gone and bounding down the hallway eagerly. The elf sighed, following.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> “The Council is hiring mercenaries, I don’t doubt.” Vargas added. “Which certainly implies considerable threat to the Watch.”</p><p> </p><p> “Aye, but ent seen none of the Watch-boyos around town. If’n they expected the Watch to fall, serves t’thinkin’ they’d pull back thems they could. Better t’man the walls here if they’d lose the Watch anyhow.”</p><p> </p><p> “Then they do not plan to cede the mountain pass.” Vargas concluded. “The levy has been ill-received about town, though. People do not seem to appreciate the danger implicit with the call to arms.”</p><p> </p><p> “Whassat?”</p><p> </p><p> “Overlook does not press-gang its citizens often, or lightly. That they should do so now, with such urgency, tells us a great deal.”</p><p> </p><p> “Plenny greenkind to give the price of steel.” Cillian reasoned bluntly, touching his belt, where his twin battleaxes usually rested.</p><p> </p><p> “The price of steel. A curious aphorism.”</p><p> </p><p> “Affawhat?”</p><p> </p><p> “Aphorism.”</p><p> </p><p> “Bless you.” Cillian said. Vargas opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Feare’s arrival into the study. ‘Arrival’ was perhaps generous. Massive armies have ‘arrived’ at enemy cities with the same tact.</p><p> </p><p> Vargas watched on with long-suffering patience as genasi and gnoll wrestled- the first to get out from beneath the second, who aimed mostly to slobber on his face. Leaf drifted in behind the arcanist.</p><p> </p><p> “He’s still licking people, I see.” Vargas remarked dryly.</p><p> </p><p> “It’s a hard habit to break. At least he no longer bites in affection.” Leaf sighed. “Small steps, I guess.”</p><p></p><p>Notes;</p><p>First session was mostly introductory, since we didn't have either Barnabas or Rath's player at the first session. Good fun to roleplay out, though.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Pliantreality, post: 5797120, member: 6686815"] Cillian didn’t bother knocking on the door to the modest two-story house before he entered. He rarely remembered. Vargas, for his part, had long ago stopped caring. At least this time the ranger was expected. “-bsolutely absurd, frankly!” came Vargas’ voice from the sitting room. “I am an [I]academic[/I]. A history professor of no small talent, in fact. To be so crassly levied is rude.” “You’re not just a history teacher, Vargas. Your talent in the arcane arts is at least equal to the depths of your academic knowledge.” Came the lilting, conciliatory tone of Leaf. The young elf spread his hands. “Who [I]wouldn’t[/I] want you on their side, after all?” Vargas pursed his lips, pushing his spectacles up his nose. After a moment he snorted. “You’re flattering me.” “Yes. Is it working?” “Yes.” The arcanist sniffed imperiously. “But only because you’ve fairly estimate my abilities as a wizard.” Leaf stifled a smile and gently shook his head, rising as Cillian entered. “Well met, Cillian.” “And yerself, m’lady.” He grunted, hooking his thumbs into his belt. “Ran into Barnabas on th’way here. Had some words concernin’ the call and such.” “I invited him to dinner, though I expect he’ll be late.” “Aye. Like as not he’ll have dinner at home ‘fore havin’ dinner here. Har!” the blue-skinned warrior barked. Leaf slid from the room to find Feare. “Dunnae why yer twisted slantwise about th’call. Been a bit since I had a proper rangin’.” “Rangings are messy.” Vargas muttered, waving a dismissive hand. “The horde descending on Bordrin’s Watch- it counts Jarl Gottendamurang in its number?” “It- eh. Aye. How’d ye know tha’?” “You’re in a good mood. The prospect of fulfilling your oath has that effect on you.” Vargas said. He stood and clasped hands with Cillian briefly. “Barnabas said their was reports of frost giants in the horde, aye.” “Don’t expect your reading lessons to stop simply because war is descending on the Vale. Come.” Vargas led Cillian into an adjourning room – his study – and past several rows of thick books. At a large oak desk, the arcanist stopped, rifling through the accumulated academic detritus to fish out a thin leatherbound novella with bright pastel lettering. “Here. I assume you finished ‘Who Bruised Mister Toad’?” he said. Cillian bobbed his head, rummaging on his belt to produce a small copy of the children’s book. “Aye. Was plannin’ to read it t’Feare. Boyo likes them Mister Toad stories.” Cillian said, exchanging books with Vargas. He read the title. “Hermit Crab’s New Home. What’s it about?” “A hermit crab’s new home.” “Oooooh.” “Feare, are you awake?” Leaf said, gently prodding the massive gnoll. When the two had moved into Vargas’ guest room, the elf had tried to get him to sleep in a bed, but despite his efforts Feare still preferred the floor. Eventually Leaf had given up and found a pile of pillows and blankets on which the gentle brute could sleep. Feare made a quiet whining noise, but didn’t otherwise stir. Leaf prodded him again. “Wake up, Feare. Its almost suppertime.” He said. The gnoll cracked his eyes, letting his tongue loll out. “Food?” “Food.” Feare stretched out, grinning contentedly at the pops and cracks of his joints, then pushed to his feet. “Ham food?” “You’ll have to ask Mr. Vargas.” Leaf said. “He’s in his study with Mr. Cillian.” The gnoll’s eyes brightened and his tongue lolled out further. “Does Mr. Cillian have-“ “Don’t drool, Feare.” Leaf said, poking him. “-Oops. Does Mr. Cillian have a book?” “I expect so. Come on, let’s-“ Leaf began. The gnoll, however, was gone and bounding down the hallway eagerly. The elf sighed, following. “The Council is hiring mercenaries, I don’t doubt.” Vargas added. “Which certainly implies considerable threat to the Watch.” “Aye, but ent seen none of the Watch-boyos around town. If’n they expected the Watch to fall, serves t’thinkin’ they’d pull back thems they could. Better t’man the walls here if they’d lose the Watch anyhow.” “Then they do not plan to cede the mountain pass.” Vargas concluded. “The levy has been ill-received about town, though. People do not seem to appreciate the danger implicit with the call to arms.” “Whassat?” “Overlook does not press-gang its citizens often, or lightly. That they should do so now, with such urgency, tells us a great deal.” “Plenny greenkind to give the price of steel.” Cillian reasoned bluntly, touching his belt, where his twin battleaxes usually rested. “The price of steel. A curious aphorism.” “Affawhat?” “Aphorism.” “Bless you.” Cillian said. Vargas opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Feare’s arrival into the study. ‘Arrival’ was perhaps generous. Massive armies have ‘arrived’ at enemy cities with the same tact. Vargas watched on with long-suffering patience as genasi and gnoll wrestled- the first to get out from beneath the second, who aimed mostly to slobber on his face. Leaf drifted in behind the arcanist. “He’s still licking people, I see.” Vargas remarked dryly. “It’s a hard habit to break. At least he no longer bites in affection.” Leaf sighed. “Small steps, I guess.” Notes; First session was mostly introductory, since we didn't have either Barnabas or Rath's player at the first session. Good fun to roleplay out, though. [/QUOTE]
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