Scions of the New World:Scene One-Gertle's Gulch...

[Velenne]

As he passes the Orc, the Animal in Semm locks eyes with it. He begins to drool, having very recently tasted the spicy blood of or-

Semm the Man shakes his head, tearing his eyes away and focusing them back on the rest of the surroundings. Yet even still, he memory of orc blood in his mouth haunts him.

Later, Semm nods at Brahnz's words and wordlessly follows her.

 

[Sparky]

Zadkiel cocks a brow quizically at Brahnz before realizing that by 'lowlifes' she didn't mean the town's Marshalls. He makes an Ah! face and nods to her.

"Wait a second, Brahnz, before you head off." He turns to the miners and The Boys' mother, "Enyarra, you and the rest should speak to the Sheriff. Tell him what happened."

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Yes, you can have brought the body...)

IC

The boys both wish to run off, but they stay with their mother and Brahnz at Whistler's request.
As the group approaches Marshal Lograin, the dwarf stands, followed shortly by the elf deputee beside him.
Inclining his hat, Marshall Lograin smiles and says 'Afternoon Folks. Looks as if you have been afoot fer a spell. Morey,Daril.Mister Tzzarcct...'
The Marshall's greeting to the two Miners is casual, as if he knew them in passing. When he addressed Tzzarcct, there was a distinct note to his inflection. Tzzarcct knows that he isn't the Marshall's favorite person, by definition of his professional calling, if not his personal actions.
Marshall Lograin looks at Zadkiel and continues 'Looks as if you might have an interesting tale to share,Benezahl*, why don't you folks come inside and shar it. We have cool lemonade and I'm sure that we kin scare up some vittels. Vim, why dontcha go over to Maggie's and see if she can send over some food.'
The elf nods, puts on his cap and steps off of the porch, heading off towards a grey building where several folks sit about, eating various foods (sandwiches, mostly) and on the porch.

Leading the way inside, Marshall Lograin says 'Maggie makes the best corned beef this side of, well...pretty much the best corned beef I ever 'et.' The Marshall indicates several chairs in an office loking more spacious than you would have thought. Sitting in a high backed chair worn by the backsides of many before him, the Marshall lights a pipe and smiles at your group, awaiting what you have to share.

*Benezahl: Old Elvish for 'Brother-In-Arms. The Brotherhood of Marshalls dates back many enturies to a time when this now near-dead language was spoken alongside the others of the World in everyday conversation.
OoC:Think of it as Latin in our World.

 

[Jeremy]

Best to keep to the rear of the group and let those who have any business talking speak up...

 

[Sparky]

Apologies. Double post.

 

[Sparky]

If I never hear that tongue again, it'll be too soon. The Marshall's jaw clenches, voice low, gravelly he nods his head, "Benezah." He can barely speak the word. Sweeping the hat off of his head reveals sweat-darkened silver hair matted down by his wide brimmed hat. He steps aside so that the others can file in. "Not sure interesting is the word I'd use, but certainly we have a tale to tell."

He introduces the others, "Tzzecct, you know. This is Gabriel," He gestures at Mantis and then to the drake sister, "Brahnz and... where's Lupe`?" Whistler looks around, "Lupe` is Brahnz's wolf companion. And this is Semm. Did you know Bey? Semm was a... friend of his. The miners you know and this is Enyarra and her sons Wallam and Derry. Brave kids." He turns his burning gaze on The Boys and then looks back at the Sheriff.

He tells of the burnt wagon, and The Boys. The Ravenous Orcs. The murdered uncle. The mines and the Scion. The enslaved miners and The Boys' mother. The dwarf's warning about the Scion's bosses arriving soon. The discovery of Shard. The green and black fletched arrows - and that there was no sign of the elves who'd not yet finished them. The loot. He leaves room for his comrades to jump in where they will, but largely figures they'll let him do the talking. He finishes by asking Semm to show Lograin and Vim the body.

He stoops, wings fluttering and cloak flaring, as he uncovers the dead Scion's face and peers up at Lograin. "The Scion. Nasty customer. Oh, there still a bounty on these?" He pulls the sloppy bandit scalps from under his belt and drops them on the Scion's chest. He grimaces at the Scion, "His was too hard to take." Flaked scales and uneven gouges indicate where Whistler'd tried to part the dead man with his scaly crest. He shrugs.

 

[Uriel]

Marshall Lograin frowns at Whistler's scalp-taking. It had been many years since the Marshalls participated in that base habit as a regular course, but the bylaws still allowed for it.

'Yea, 5 Gold Crowns per scalp, looks like you have 7 of em.We kin settle thet after we eat...ironically'

The Deputy returns with a box containing an intoxicating pile of food.
dark bread stuffed with a spicy pile of corned beef, with a clay pot of brown mustard and a pile of sauteed onions. Deputy Vim sets the box down and the is immediately set upon by the boys, who hover and salivate with no shame.
Lograin smiles, tapping out his pipe and relighting it as Vim brings out a large jar of some sweet smelling drink.
Grinning, the Deputy invokes a Gift, setting an icy sheen to the jar.
'Iced-Cold lemonade fer the parched...'

As the boys pass out sandwiched in danger of falling over from overstuffing, Lograin looks from one Scion to the next, gauging them. Finally, he asks Whister 'So...what for you now,Brother? You folks just passing through, or looking for a new Home? As you can guess, we always need another badge in town. Pay's not great, but the reward is in bringing some peace to the unfortunate folk of the World.'
Lograin looks briefly.but very pointedly at the scruffy children and their emaciated mother, as they eat their fill of the sandwishes, blissful expressions upon their faces.
Lograin looks to the other Scions again 'There's plenty of work in The Gulch. Smithy needs strong hands, bodyguardin' fer the Merchants, cattle runs need muscle. Allgood and honest work fer folks willin ta do it.' The Marshall looks at Tzzarcct for a moment as he says this last bit.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Brahnz looks around in silence. She sees the assembled scions as a blessing and curse for this town. She wonders what could draw so many powerful creatures to one place. Sherif? What has brought all of the gifted here? I mean no disrespect when I say this is no paradise. I would think they would keep moving until they find someplace more 'urban'.
She feeds Lupe` the sandwich that she cannot eat. Her body does not like spicy foods.

 

[Sparky]

Whistler inhales his sandwich giving Lupe` a run for his money, though he hangs onto a glass of the lemonade, sipping it slowly. He nods to Lograin, "Thanks. Didn't expect such a warm greeting." He gestures with the glass, "It's a nice change."

He looks over his motley companions in various states of eating and feigning innocence - Tzzecct - and his eyes glitter with... fondness? He rasps, "I'd like to cool my heels somewheres. Here's as good a place as any. Where can the likes of us find lodging for a longer type stay? Though I'm much more interested in this Scion's bosses." He nudges the dead drake Scion with his boot, "Than I am in wrangling cattle." He shrugs.

 

[ferretguy]

Munchin' on his sandwich, Tzzecct cocks his head at the honest comment..Now Sherif...ye canna' be sayin that I don't look for honest work...after all look at the company I'm keepin besides which not to much of value in this town.. he thinks to himself.