The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Rhialto]

The Justicar lowers her flail, then places it back at her belt. "Very well, young one. As I am an ambassador, and you have apologized, it would not be seemly if I... purified you. But be warned, dog. I am watching you." With that she backs away.

Bernlad whispers to Weel. "Don't let her spook ya to much, laddie. The Justicar's been here for a couple months now, and she'll probably be leavin' soon. Fact is, it don't look like she's gonna ally herself with our cause. The Iskerne--well, they don't seem to interested in takin' sides in this, and when they do, it ain't with us."

 

[mps42]

Looking alternatively at the Justcar and Weel, "Well, at least we be one, unified fighting force with no internal conflicts. Because that'd be a bad thing while tryin' to depose the emperor."
Turning to Weel "Suren yeh can see why that would be bad, can't yeh Weel?"
Turning back to the Justicar "As can you, most fair Justicar. We certainly wouldn't want teh give the emperor the advantage of facin' an army that be only one wrong word away from infightin'."
"Surely, two level headed folk such as yerselves can see why that would not be a good thing."

With that, Graevel will pull this things off of his horse and see if he can find a place to nurse his sore legs and hind end.


OOC: Welcome back, rhialto!

 

[Bloodcookie]

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.

"Time allowing, I will certainly make an effort," Caradoc says, feeling slightly suspicious of the Count's flattering words, and not wishing to alienate him by refusing outright, or the Justicar by appearing too friendly.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan relaxes as tension seems to dissipate.

 

[jkason]

Bernlad whispers to Weel. "Don't let her spook ya to much, laddie. The Justicar's been here for a couple months now, and she'll probably be leavin' soon. Fact is, it don't look like she's gonna ally herself with our cause. The Iskerne--well, they don't seem to interested in takin' sides in this, and when they do, it ain't with us."

"Probably for the best," Weel whispers back, still a little disturbed by the encounter. "While the Justicar's 'purification' would no doubt be helpful on the battlefield, I get the impression she'd be loathe to stop at just the enemy."

Weel narrows his eyes at Graevel, switching to Nibelungen to tell him "

Spoiler

Are you the pot, or the kettle today, my surly companion

?" Still, he can't help but smiling a little at the determination with which Graevel maintains his crusty demeanor.

 

[Rhialto]

The Justicar casts a rather disdainful look at the Nibelung. "I am not yet part of this army, hob. If I were you I'd pray that this remains the case--but as you worship vile demons that pretend to be gods, this would doubtless be a futile action, if it proves against the will of Malka." She strides away.

Count Meer releases Caradoc's hand and makes a courtly bow. "I await you with eagerness. Whenever you can find a free night--there will be fine glass of mulled wine waiting for you in my tent." Meer rises, smiles at the young man, and then heads back in the crowd.

Helene Illius suddenly begins to laugh hysterically. "Look, Geth! Look! That hob's got a glowing head! It glows and it grows! Glowing! Look!"

 

[jkason]

Helene Illius suddenly begins to laugh hysterically. "Look, Geth! Look! That hob's got a glowing head! It glows and it grows! Glowing! Look!"

Weel looks to see if Graevel's head has suddenly taken on luminous properties, and if it hasn't, he'll whisper as surruptitiously as he can to Bernlad, "Sir, is ... um, do we know if the Lady there is quite sane?"

If it has, well, he'll be quite silent and dumbfounded by the matter.

 

[Rhialto]

Weel looks to see if Graevel's head has suddenly taken on luminous properties, and if it hasn't, he'll whisper as surruptitiously as he can to Bernlad, "Sir, is ... um, do we know if the Lady there is quite sane?"

If it has, well, he'll be quite silent and dumbfounded by the matter.

Graevel's head is most assuredly not glowing.

Bernlad glances at him. "She's an Illius. Doesn't that answer your question?"

As Helene continue to chuckle, her brother places an arm around her shoulder. "Yes, Lene, glowing. His head glows with a fervant radiance, like that of the stars. As usual, you demonstrate amazing clarity of vision."

"Oh, Geth...," whimpers his sister, wrapping herself around her brother's side.

Phlegethonius calmly strokes her hair. "Let us go, sweet sibling, and discuss this prodigy, in the blessed seclusion of my tent..." He glances around nervously. "Away from these prying eyes--prying--prying--" Suddenly he screams. "STOP LOOKING AT ME! I AM AN ILLIUS! I HOLD MORE VALUE IN MY LITTLE FINGER THAN EVERY MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD IN THIS GODFORSAKEN ENCLAVE COMBINED! SHAME ME NOT WITH YOUR GLANCES! LOOK AWAY!!!!" With that he darts away. Helene begins to follow, and then turns to the crowd.

"You should not persecute my brother so! He is a great man, and when he finally comes into his glory, we shall make it point to have you all brought before us, and killed by the most diabolical tortures we can think of! Like being sent to bed without any ice cream! Or having your fingernails ripped off, honey smeared on the bleeding stumps, and then ants applied!" And then with a haughty stomp of her foot she is following her brother, laughing and skipping less than a minute later.

 

[jkason]

Weel decides to stay as still and quiet as he can until all the rest of his new ... allies have finished expressing their various insanities.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan scratches his head dumbfounded by it all.