The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

Weel takes in the gathered throng, trying to identify their various points of origin, ascertain their individual skills, all the while wondering what secrets they themselves might have.

OOC: He's not an expert by any means, but Weel's Knowledge (religion) might help him identify any other clerics in the bunch, or get an idea of deities worshipped by those in particularly distinct dress. Check is at a +3

When the elder statesman asks about the recruits, Weel turns his attention more fully to him, heartbeat speeding up a little.

"One hopes you've heard good things, Sir," Weel responds, bowing his head in respect.

 

[Rhialto]

Weel

[sblock]The woman with a flail is clearly either a cleric or a zealot of Malka, the Purifier.[/sblock]

Helm smiles at the man. "I must ask, Sir Faulker, why Emperor Guy--"

"The Emperor is indisposed at the moment," notes Sir Faulker. He then leans forward to whisper something in Helm's ears.

Caradoc overhears it.

[sblock] "Gaedrele's--divorce has been granted." [/sblock]

Sir Faulker turns to the recruits. "Well, lads, welcome to the Army of the True Emperor. Allow me to introduce you to some of our distinguised allies and emissaries--" He gestures at the ogre. "Lord Ruedager, a servant of King Etzel,--" He gestures to the man in white silk. "Count Meer, of Fisire,--" He gestures to the men in black cloaks. "Grave and Sepulchre, ambassadors from the Tower of Secrets--" He points to the woman with the flail. "Justicar Ameniea Brathes, ambassador of Mathire,--" He points to the redheads. "Lord Phlegethonius Illius and his sister, Lady Helene Illius, of Talossa,--" He gestures the three Syrans. "And Prince Gareth Oldcastle, Graf Harin Whiteriver, and Ritter Delus ap Ord."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Hearing all the titles, Alan is extremely impressed as any rube could be with this welcome committee.

 

[jkason]

Weel eyes them all a bit warily, especially the woman with the flail, but does his best to comport himself calmly.

"An honor to meet you all," Weel says, bowing his head to each in turn. Returning his gaze to Sir Faulkner, Weel introduces himself. "I am Weel, freeman of Poins, now in service to the True Emporer's Army."

 

[Bloodcookie]

Bernlad wasn't just blowing smoke about "interested parties;" it looks like we have volunteers from half the known world here. Even representatives from Fisire and Mathire working together!

Caradoc turns to face the assembly. "I am Caradoc Nuttall. I look forward to lending my assistance to our common cause."

 

[Rhialto]

Justicar Brathes snorts. "If this is the best you can scrounge up, Faulker, I think it's safe to say you can count on as much support from Mathire as you have gotten from Fisire," she notes in acid tones. She glances at Meer. "Or even less, to be honest."

The Count glances at her dismissively. "Ungracious as one would expect of a Mathirian," he notes coldly. Count Meer steps forward, and takes Caradoc's hand. "You should follow the example of this princely lad, of such fine manners." He turns to Caradoc with a smile. "Thanks for your words. I hope to enjoy service with you as well." He arches one penciled eyebrow. "Perhaps you would like to come to tent for a drink later?" he asks with a certain feigned casualness.

 

[jkason]

Justicar Brathes snorts. "If this is the best you can scrounge up, Faulker, I think it's safe to say you can count on as much support from Mathire as you have gotten from Fisire," she notes in acid tones. She glances at Meer. "Or even less, to be honest."

Weel turns to the Justicar, tilting his head and trying for a tone that speaks of respect rather than challenge. "Surely, Justicar, the purity of a soul cannot be surmised at a glance. And if your issue with our party is our youth, is not your own Lady puissant despite her youth? While age no doubt brings wisdom, there is something to be said for the passion of young, untainted souls, no?"

 

[Rhialto]

Justicar Brathes scowls at Weel's statements. "Malka is eternal, Archean dog!" she spits. "I know not what version of the creed you learnt, but I am of the Bresein, and we do not let lies sully our lips so that we may curry favor with the . Malka is the Maker of All, the Purifier, who has returned to this world to save it from the error it has fallen into! Liars and blasphemers shall know her by her wrath!" She draws her flail. "Shall I count you among them, Archean?"

 

[Ranger Rick]

Jusgt when you thought Alan's eyes could not get bigger, they do. Than they narrow and focus on the fail, his hand instinctively going for the weapon's hilt and rest on it.

 

[jkason]

Justicar Brathes scowls at Weel's statements. "Malka is eternal, Archean dog!" she spits. "I know not what version of the creed you learnt, but I am of the Bresein, and we do not let lies sully our lips so that we may curry favor with the . Malka is the Maker of All, the Purifier, who has returned to this world to save it from the error it has fallen into! Liars and blasphemers shall know her by her wrath!" She draws her flail. "Shall I count you among them, Archean?"

Wonderful. Because what I was hoping for was yet another mortal enemy to add to my list, Weel thinks as the Justicar sputters and threatens.

He keeps his sarcasm to himself, however, raising his hands to show he's unarmed. "I've no arguments with you or your Lady, Justicar," he says evenly, then bows his head. "My apologies for any offense."

Note to self: leave the talking to Caradoc. He clearly makes friends better than I do.