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Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

"Very good then. I will inform the chef. Thank you, Hyacinthe."

*Colette heads off to inform the chef, and before long, the Three Musketeers have a fine dinner before them, though on the light side because of their planned night on the town. Tristan's portion is still quite large, though--the chef apparently remembered Tristan's instructions to serve him larger portions.*

(OOC: Once they decide on apparel and accessories, the group can set out for the soiree. They will be riding their horses, I assume? It'll be fine going there, but the horses are going to be tired by the way back. I'll assume cloaks to keep the dust of the road off their fine clothes. And main roads will be the right path for the guests of honour. Someone pipe in on that stuff, and meanwhile, carry on with the fun discussion ;))
 

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Rystil Arden said:
(OOC: Once they decide on apparel and accessories, the group can set out for the soiree. They will be riding their horses, I assume? It'll be fine going there, but the horses are going to be tired by the way back. I'll assume cloaks to keep the dust of the road off their fine clothes. And main roads will be the right path for the guests of honour. Someone pipe in on that stuff, and meanwhile, carry on with the fun discussion ;))
OOC: Well, I'm all set for apparel and accessories (see summary post). Riding horses, yes. As for the horses being tired, they'll have had nearly as much time to rest as they were ridden today by the time we set out, and will get more rest while we're at the soiree, so I can't imagine they'd be overly tired really. I wouldn't expect we'd be able to gallop them after something, but normal riding shouldn't really be a problem. Cloaks, of course, they're part of any dashing ensemble. Main road, why not, then the bandits will know where to find us. ;)
 
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(OOC: Standard rules say you get 8 hours total per day of riding before fatigue, consecutive or not. Otherwise you could just rest midway through the day and get lots of extra riding)
 

OOC: Yes, I know, but don't forget overland travel is supposed to take into account rest stops and such, so travelling from 6am until a bit past noon shouldn't equate to 6 hours of actual movement. Otherwise, if we did just move for 8 straight hours we'd be stuck making camp, and finding other things to do for 16 hours every day after we finished travelling, if we didn't want to push our mounts or ourselves (if we were on foot). ;)

Edit: So to sum that up, you'd pretty much expect to ride from dawn to dusk most days, without tiring your horses, to cover the distance listed for overland movement. :)
 
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Tristan heartily digs into his light meal of a whole chicken, a mound of young potatoes and a pile of squash and eggplant. Draining the last of his wine, he wipes his mouth with his napkin.

"That should hold me until we reach His Lordship's estate" he says with a wink.

"Alright, it seems we will be going armed, mes amis. Though I feel sorry for any bandit who came across us, armed or no" adds Tristan holding up a dining knife, nearly obscurred in one hand, uses his great thumb to bend the blade over as he smiles at Jacen "Isn't that right Jacen?" and Tristan gives a laugh and pounds poor Jacon on the back as he stands. "Come, we have dined, we have drunk, but we have not danced!" And Tristan waltzes himself up the stairs, clearly elated to be heading out this evening.

Upstairs, Tristan changes his clothes to his best, adds a few elegant touches of jewelry, (on anyone of a smaller frame they would be ostenatious) and belts on his sword. With a cloak over the whole, he heads back downstairs in search of an apple for Poissant as a reward for the extra trip.
 

“That would almost hold a small army, my friend,” Gabriel chuckles as he finishes his own far more modest dinner, a ragout of white veal, onions, and mushrooms in a thick cream sauce.

Grinning as Jacen receives Tristan’s exuberant back pounding, he adds with a laugh, “Yes, bandits beware ... especially those armed with cutlery,” before heading upstairs quickly to prepare, in the hope of avoiding any such exuberance himself.
 

"Right!" Jacen coughs, and manages a pained version of Tristan's exuberant smile as the taller Musketeer dances up the stairs.

He gives Gabriel a wince. "I think I'll need another massage now...I'll wait down here; I'm ready to go."

He arranges for the horses to be prepared and led out front while he waits for his elders to return.
 

*When everyone is ready, the group rides out along the road until they see the Dulirand manor in the distance. It stands at the top of a hill overlooking the farmlands, inside of some moderate fortifications that seem to have required little use in recent years. The manor itself, a small castle, was clearly built at first for functionality, not for whimsy or a display of wealth, as the foundation is sturdy and regular in shape, rather than spiraling or arching in some sort of flight of fancy. However, the facade and architecture are still pleasing to the eye, decorated with statues and bas reliefs. The gate in the walls around the castle complex is down and open for visitors, the host clearly expecting plenty of people to show up. The stables are off to the left, and the front doors, double doors of sturdy wood, stand directly forward.*

(OOC: It's up to you guys to make an entrance ;))
 

*Trotting his mount into the courtyard at the fore of their party, Gabriel prompts Valarius to rear for effect just after he crosses the gate, before trotting towards the stables, where he slides smoothly from his saddle when someone comes forward to take his horse. Barely moments after his feet touch the ground he is moving again, striding effortlessly towards the front doors with a broad grin on his face. As he passes through the doors, Gabriel sweeps the cloak from his shoulders to reveal his sabres and the fine clothes concealed beneath, while producing his invitation as if by magic when asked for it with his free hand.*
 

Tristan rides up after Gabriel. Handing the reins to the stablehand he watches Gabriels actions up to the door.

Tristan turns to Jacen "You'd think he was the reason for the party" laughs Tristan.

The big musketeer then strides up to the door as well. Tristan didn't need grand gestures to make an entrance. As he approached the door, his sheer size and stature spoke volumes before Tristan did. Still he was calm and polite as he presented his invitation to the evening. He doffed he cloak and handed it off to the servant and strode into the hall after Gabriel.
 

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