[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[GlassEye]

Agno Phoenicus, tengu priest of Issolatha

Agno looks back at Ben and tilts his head to the side in what seems to be the tengu equivalent of a shrug.

"Our joinings with this one for provings would make for better companions of sentients.... hurrr.... company and a stronger clutch."

Suddenly the tengu hunches over even more than before seeming to shrink in upon himself. His beak snaps once, twice, in agitation.

"Hurrr... Unless you are of those dislikings of tengu. If yeses, I will leave."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

OOC: I've had a character go AWOL from my Crypt of the Everflame game, and need a replacement. Current Party: Paladin 03 Wizard 02 Summoner 01/Wizard 01

 

[Systole]

Ben seems surprised. "What? Who said anything about ... ?" He shakes his head. "In one of the parables of Ulfgar the Strict, when he first met the tribes of Ketath, he viewed their wildness with great suspicion, but in accepting their hospitality, he made steadfast allies of them. When he battled the Iron Duchies many years later, the warriors of Ketath fought by his side."

Marla clears her throat and glares at Ben, who blushes, but quickly recovers.

"I'm not trying to preach to you, Sir Phoenicus. I'm just saying that friendships are often born in the kindnesses of strangers, so why don't we sit and share a drink with this gentleman?"

He turns to the half-elf. "I'm, uh, Ben, good sir. Pleased to meet you."

 

[GlassEye]

Agno Phoenicus, tengu cleric of Issolatha

Agno straightens a bit, though he still sits hunched over, and looks to see what has caused Ben's blush.

"I am not minding the preachings. Does the horned girl not like preachings? I would like to hear more about the tribes of Ketath and Ulfgar the Strict."

He tilts his head briefly, as if thinking for a moment, then picks up his shallow bowl of wine and joins Ben at the half-elf's table.

"I am Agno Phoenicus, Initiate of the Whisperer."

 

[Systole]

"The, uh, horned girl has asked that I not preach in her place of business, and I will abide by that. But I doubt you're in danger of being converted, so I think I can tell you the story, since you asked.

"Ulfgar was one of the warrior-prophets of Serroth, long ago. We have many prophets -- Ulfgar the Strict, Marion the Gold, Lok-Mollar of the Lance -- several others. Ulfgar was called The Strict because Serroth spoke to him, and he was made to understand how drills and formations make an army maneuverable, and how maneuverable armies win battles.

"Over the years, Ulfgar led the armies of Serroth to many victories. One day he came to a river, and on the other side of the river were the wild lands called Ketath. The people of Ketath were strange: they lived in mud huts, and painted themselves with clay, and wove feathers in their hair. Many times other armies had tried themselves against the Ketath, but the wild men fought madly, and always the other armies were driven back.

"Ulfgar was a man of discipline, and the Ketath were different from him in every way: they were wild, strange, savage. But Ulfgar looked across the river to the Ketath people, and instead of leading his army across to fight them, he dismounted and waded across alone. That night, he ate and drank with the Ketath, and he presented them with his bow and his sword as gifts, and talked with their elders, and in the morning they pledged an alliance.

"The moral is that ..." Ben begins, then falters for a moment. "The original moral is that because Ulfgar did not assume that the Ketath were his enemies simply because they were different, he made friends out of those who might otherwise have been foes, and won greater and more righteous victories thereafter.

"I'm sorry -- I did not mean to speak for so long. I confess I know little about Issolatha. Do you have stories of her?" He turns to the half-elf. "And you, sir? Which diety do you serve?"

 

[mfloyd3]

At first not meaning to evesdrop, Iago found himself listening intently to the priests as they discussed matters of faith. Not for the first time, he wondered if for all their airs and bluster, the alchemists were in truth starry-eyed fools. They looked for simple, unbreakable laws that would bind the transformations of matter, rules that could be exploited for the benefit of the thinking races. But this was a world dominated by the whims of the gods, whose will could bend all of reality to their service. The hard-headed pragmatist in Iago wondered if alchemy, with its reliance on reproducible experiments, was a flawed and ultimately doomed approach to the universe.

 

[GlassEye]

"Hurrr... That is a tellings of much value! Ulfgar was a warrior-prophet of much wisdoms!"

Agno seems much more at ease after Ben's telling of Ulfgar's tale. Asking after stories of Issolatha causes Agno's feathers to very briefly ruffle then settle again. He is quiet for a bit then begins with a low-throated warble.

"Hurrrrrr... Issolatha is the Revealer; her whisperings tell much to one who listens with clear eyes. Not always was it so, hurrr. Before the Night times she ran through the Golden Fields with the Kanxi and her servants flew in her wake. When Night fell and the Kanxi were saved by the masters of thunderings and sea... hurrr... the Stormlords on her behalf, Issolatha's speech was garbled as punishment for the breakings of her promise.

Her whispers fill the world but without the lookings properly one will never hear. But the knowing to see her whisperings in the fall of a hand of arrows, or the flight of birds and one will know by her whisperings of freedom that the cage will be opened."

Agno clacks his beak in a small amount of apparent frustration.

"It is not a story like Ulfgar the Strict but I am still in the learnings." Turning to include the half-elf (and anyone else interested) he says, "Do you have tellings?"

 

[Systole]

"An interesting tale, Sir Phoenicus. I'm glad to hear it. I ... um ... well, I suppose I should have studied more about the other gods, but I ... uh ... tended to pursue other fields of study. Archaeology and natural history, mostly." Ben chuckles at himself a little. "I feel a little foolish now," he admits.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

OOC: I've had a character go AWOL from my Crypt of the Everflame game, and need a replacement. Current Party: Paladin 03 Wizard 02 Summoner 01/Wizard 01

OOC: Anyone? Going once . . .

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: I think Glass eye just stole all the non level 1s for his game.