Spheres of Influence:Rhiannon in Jepardy? GAME

[Gwaihir]

Relsyn Saffire

Stretching his stiff legs, Relsyn steps off the good Barge, Seaweed, onto a dock that looks like it hasn't been repaired or upgraded since that last war.

"Well here we are" He thinks, "onward and Forward!" He smiles to himself, "youve read too much Salixian philosophy over the last few weeks, your starting to think like they do."

Relsyn extends his hand to help Garret over the tall step off the barge. "Thank You Lad," acknowleges the old priest, " These old legs are a bit stiff!"

"If thats the worst of this adventure, we'll have a lot to thankful for." He turns to Ezekiel and gives him a little salute, mimicking the soldiers salute. "To you Captain and your gallant crew: May St. Xantas' speed, St. Keoughtoms Health and St. Macedone's Knowlege be yours." He bows slightly at the waist.

"Far thy well, boy." Replies Ezekiel returning the salute and tipping his oversized red hat. Several of the barge hands smile and wave.

The pair walks away from the docks toward more familiar sections of the Holy City, passing booths selling fish and fowl and various forms as well as other trinkets and goods.

"You could have given them a proper benediction," kids Garret.

"It wasn't a true blessing and Ezekiel Jacobs is wise enough to know it, even if all his crew isn't." Smiles Relsyn in response.

Inspite of his familiarity with this city, or perhaps beacuse of it Relsyn Saffire, holds Antioch in high esteem. He loves visiting here, the libraries, the history, even the well manicured lawns and parks. Many shrines accent the city center area, which centers around the many temples. Many priests and the servants of many saints walk these streets, and the air is heavy with incense, which almost succedes in masking some of the more unpleasant odors of the large city. As they approach the open square surrounding the Holy Seat and The Great Church to ELI Himself, the incense wins and overcomes the less pleasant smells, which here, at the heart of the Great Church would be wholly out of place.

"Heres the Mitre Inn," says Relsyn pointing.

 

[Tilmamir]

Getting together (Relsyn/Airith): Coldeven 24

The Mitre Inn is a very nice establishment run by Kedardojar Astoacan.
It is a good quality establishment located in the heart of Antioch, near the center of the city but just out of the highly trafficked tourist area. The three story edifice is of a fine light sandstone, with marble sills and stoops. The doors and shutters are painted a dazzling blue.

The oval sign hanging over the door announces "The Mitre Inn and Tavern" in tight lettering, and is part of the welcoming front entrance. The doorway is lit by sconces on either side of the door. A lettered menu next to the door has the following items on it:

Week's Menu
COLDEVEN 22-28, KY232

Main Courses 1GP
Fried Fish Surprise, Smoked Boar Parcels, Roasted Goat Goulash

Puddings 2 SP
Banana Crumble, Mixed Fruit Pudding, Almond Pudding

Drinks
Mead, Grog, Special Ale: Wilbur's Bitter, Special Beer: Plum Mead

Our Scene
Just after afternoon prayers, a man dressed in bright yellow and red cloak and hose is seen stiffly walking down the street and turning into the Mitre Inn with upturned nose. He gives a terse nod and smile to the innkeeper at the bar and sets up a stool in the corner of the dining hall. Pulling the deep amber lute from its place on his back, he gives it a quick tune, and sighs.

The group of four people at one of the tables are deep in conversation and have not even noticed the bard. Another man leans back on two of the four chair legs at a table toward the back of the room, his grey haired dog resting its head on its paws under the table. When the bard says "Matteuw Burshel at your service, esteemed guests of the Mitre Inn" they all look in his direction. He begins to sing a haunting song about a long lost love, and settles in for an evening of entertaining.

The sound of pots and pans clinking together and plates being washed emanates from the kitchen as the dinner hours approach. The room is spotless, with 23 tables in the main taproom, each a rich mahogany polished to a deep shine. A raised bar and server area projects into the room a few paces, and allows Mr. Astoacan to have a clear view of his customers.

Out the window, two men can be seen walking slowly across the road. One walks with obvious stiffness and age, while the other is young and obviously very respectful of the elder. By the looks of them, they have just arrived in Antioch. The younger points at the sign and the older nods.

 

[Gwaihir]

We're Here!

"Heres the Mitre Inn," says Relsyn pointing, "We're a day early. Shall we have a bit of beer and a bite before I head to the rectory and you head home? I imagine you wife will want to see you."

He walks to the posted menu, standing behind a short fat man wearing a blue tunic and his thin wife, who are examining the menu as well, and pauses a moment to read it, turning back toward Garret he says, "the smoked boar sounds good, I remember the Almond Pudding to be heavenly. Hungry?"

 

[Tinuviel]

Garret: "No. I had better get home. You know my wife, always worried. In your old age, Relsyn, don't ever forget your wife the most precious gift Eli has sent to you."

"My home is just over the hill, and I believe the rectory is just there..." Garret points down the small street. "I await news of your return. Here in Antioch, or in Eli's halls of light."

He puts his hands on Relsyns head and gives the proper benediction and blessing for travelers. With a smile to Relsyn, he turns and walks up the street, disappearing out of sight over the crest of the cobbled hill.

 

[Tinuviel]

Coldeven 23, KY232
Inwe walks over the bridge into the region of Antioch. The guards there barely glance her way, and then continue their conversation "... price of almonds way too high. Wife won't make an almond pie if I stuck a dagger in her back to force her too..."
they laugh as Inwe continues beyond hearing.

About a half hour later, nearing high noon, Inwe enters the city proper. The streets are all paved, and the buildings have been standing a long time. There are grand marble temples, cathedrals, and shrines everywhere.

For the visitors benefit, signs point to most of the major points of interest. The center of town is filled with manicured parks and gardens, and the strong smells of incence exudes from even the stones of the grand church buildings there.

Signs for several inns are to be found at several street intersections, including the Mitre Inn.

 

[Tilmamir]

[ FYI - Tilmamir accidentally posted the last two entries as Tinuviel - sorry K.]

 

[Gwaihir]

Relsyn once again picks up his pack and wanders off in the direction of the rectory of St. Macedone. A chubby priest with thick eyebrows meets him at the door.

"Ah Relsyn, Returned from Arras?" asks the man.

"Yes, Spinser, back for a day or two, perhaps more. Is there an empty cell for me?"

"Of course, I'll show you."

Relsyn sleeps that night in the rectory and spends the next day secluded in his cell preparing for the unknown journey ahead. Late in the afternoon he packs his things, calls to Jewel and sets off for the Mitre Inn.

He steps inside, walks to the bar and signals for the barkeeps attention.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" the barman asks.

"Where is your Private Room?" Relsyn asks. Following the mans gesture, he walks that way, deftly dodging the pretty young waitress who flits by him with a tray full of Boar and Fish.

"A pity no Almond Pudding" thinks Relsyn as he enters the private room.


CLERIC SPELLS PREPARED
[Sblock]
0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Detect Magic
1: (D) Protection from Evil, Comprehend Languages, Endure Elements
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[Tilmamir]

Getting together (Relsyn/Airith): Coldeven 25

Wrinkle sits on the floor in the darkest corner of the heavily draped private room of the Mitre Inn. He is dressed in black, apparently unarmed and at ease on the floor. It is absolutely silent in here, with only the clink of a porcelain cup on a small plate occasionally interrupting. There are no windows here, and the only portal into here is the velvet-padded door. "Kind of like a cave" he thinks. The table in the center of the room is quite beautiful, flawless in it mahogany color and satin finish. The chairs around the table match its elegance - padded leather seats and arms with brass tacks trimming the upholstery. Various appetizers are laid out on the table, along with cups for tea and water.

Archbishop Irwin sits at the table with absolute calm. The door opens as Irwin sips his tea. He looks up to see the arrival of the first of the unknown candidates. A young cleric sticks his head in the door and glances around. Irwin looks at him blankly for a few seconds, then smiles. "Enter and welcome. The others should be here shortly." He gestures to a chair by the table.

Irwin is a tall man, with salt and pepper hair, and a strongly chiseled face. His robes are gray, with spun-gold cloth trim, gold cording, and four scarlet velvet bars on each arm. He is obviously a man of power, sitting comfortably in his chair. He makes no move to start the conversation, but rather sits watching the others while drinking his tea. He pushes a bowl of almond pudding toward the others, and reclines a little.

 

[Zachian]

Airith Before the Meeting

Airith wakes later then normal. He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his eyes. Smoke looks up and then puts his head back down. "Today's the day, guess we better get ready."
He heads down stairs to catch a bit of brunch and asks for Kedardojar if a bath could be drawn. Kedardojar nods and then goes about his other business of pouring drinks and serving his patrons.

Airith goes back upstairs, throws Smoke some table scraps and starts to pack up his things. He hears a not at the door and a young woman's voice says, "Your bath is ready sir, at the end of the hall." "Thank you" and continues the last bit of packing. "Come on Smoke, need to get cleaned up to meet the new employer." Smoke licks his chops as if to savor what he had just consumed and follows Airith to the end of the hall.

Airith enjoys the rather warm water. It has been some time since he has had a warm bath and he looks to enjoy every moment of it he can. After he feels he is clean enough dresses in his gear and tucks away his other belongings. He puts on Smoke's saddle and gear and heads back down stairs.

Knowing he still has some time he orders a pint and finds a table. "Don't know if the employer is here or not, and I don't want to seem to anxious. I'll wait a bit and see if I have any competition."

After a short time Airith sees a man ask for the private room and heads down the hall. "Well Smoke, shall we go." Smoke responds by getting up and they both head to the room. Airith smiles at Kedardojar as he passes and Kedardojar gives him a smile and a knod back. Airith knows what rooms it is since he asked and took an opportunity earlier in the week to look it over.

Airith enters, a rather short man but tall for a Halfling dressed in dark drab colors. His hair pulled back in a ponytail and looks to be very clean. He catiously looks around and hears, "Enter and welcome. The other should be here shortly." Airith sees a man in the corner on the floor, the young man that entered ahead of him and another man sipping tea at the head of the table motioning him to take a seat. Airith see the meal set at the table takes no time sitting and preparing a plate. He hears the crow speak some bizarre language on the young man's shoulder and they chuckle a bit. Seeing as no one is talking, Airith begins eating the meal and reaches behind him with a bit of meat that Smoke takes and eats. To himself, "Might as well eat while I can."

(No offense DH just putting it in my own words)
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[Gwaihir]

Meeting the Man

"Greetings Monsignor," Relsyn inclines his head, "It is a very great pleasure to make your acquaintance." His eyes meet with the man who is possibly the second most powerful Churchman in all the lands, second only to His Holiness, Clement XVII. He sits when the Archbishop indicates he may.

Trying to hide his nervousness as best he can, Relsyn helps himself several of the sweetmeats of a large plate, as well as a cup of tea and an extra large helping of Almond pudding.

As he does this he looks around the room and trys to size up those he sees.