The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc opens his mouth to say something, closes it, opens it again, and finally shakes his head, abandoning any attempt to make sense of the siblings.

 

[mps42]

Looking forlornly out at the miserable camp, Graevel is now even more sorry he followed this group. 'They'll all get themselved kilt, they will.' He thinks quietly to himself.
With a heavy sigh, he will wander off towards the main encampment looking for the quartermaster.

 

[Rhialto]

Graevel is startled by the sudden appearance of one of the men in dark cloaks at his side. "I would not be too worried, Sir Hob, at the madness of the Illiae--they have always been such, and in truth, much of Phlgethonius's appearance is ritual." He turns to the other recruits. "Nor should you judge all ambassadors by the Justicar's rudeness. I am Lord Sepulchre, and I welcome you to this camp with honor and civility, for both my account, and that of Lord Grave, whose apprentice I am." He gives a courtly bow, and then returns to the side of his master, who is calmly walking away.

Despite his fair words, all feel a slight sense of relief at the pair's leaving. Sir Faulker glances at the recruits. "Well--I hope you don't take it so ill that my retinue vanishes on the wind--in truth, I am only Prince Guy's minstrel. It is foolish to expect me to keep a crowd with me by authority. Now, if they wanted to hear 'The Lay of the Golden Lion', well, then I'd be up to the task..." He gestures for them to follow him into the camp.


Inside, the gate is more like a small town made of tents and crudely constructed buildings. Men and women are actually conducting business on the street, selling food and loot. One old woman glances at the recruits as they enter. "Talismans, yer lordships! Magic talismans! Protect your life and livelihood! Magic talismans!"

 

[jkason]

Weel notes the woman with the charms, but passes her by. Chances are good she's a huckster, but if he has the time, he should come back and see. Thraunos, he remembers, has given him a spell for detecting magical power. The men from town don't seem to have had any issues with his casting, but there's still no indication how his Archean status might play out in what was obviously an unstable political arena. Best to hold off public casting unless it's truly necessary.

Besides, if their single encounter thus far is any indication, the group may need those other spells available for conversion to healing if they're going to keep themselves aboveground. Weel expects their potions may be used up all too quickly.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan goes to look at the woman's charms, feeling through his pockets he realizes he has no money. "I would love to buy one mi lady but I am short on funds. I have nothing to pay with. Even my weapons and clothes are borrowered."

OOC: I am off line until Monday.

 

[Rhialto]

As Alan looks at the old woman's charms, an attractive redhead wearing a rather scanty shift walks to his side. Hearing him explain about his lack of funds, she chuckles. "I wouldn't let that bother you, handsome. A boy like you--well, some girls might be willing to let you get things on credit." She smiles at him. "I know I am."

 

[jkason]

As Alan looks at the old woman's charms, an attractive redhead wearing a rather scanty shift walks to his side. Hearing him explain about his lack of funds, she chuckles. "I wouldn't let that bother you, handsome. A boy like you--well, some girls might be willing to let you get things on credit." She smiles at him. "I know I am."

Thraunos, what trouble can't this boy find? Weel thinks as Alan's distracted by baubles and redheads.

"Alan Hale," he calls out, channeling his best foreman's demeanor. "We don't even know where we're quartered yet. Leave the ... shopping until we're at least given that much."

 

[Rhialto]

The woman glances at Weel mockingly. "Ohh, I was just talking with him!" she notes, in a joking tone. "There's nothing wrong with that. Or do you just distrust redheads? If that's the case, I can take care of that..." She closes her eyes, for a moment. Suddenly, her hair color changes into a light blonde. "I've heard it said that the gentlefolk prefer blondes," she notes. "Is it true? Or do you like your birds of a darker feather...?" She shuts her eyes again, her hair becoming raven black. "Well? Are any more to your liking? Or perhaps you prefer more--exotic hues?" She suddenly becomes an Ulheru, her hair a bright sky blue, skin the hue of honeydew melon. Smiling at the recruits, she beckons enticingly. "Come on! Speak! Name your desires, and I will labor to fulfill them..."

 

[mps42]

Walking down the avenue, Graevel is shocked at the amount of business being conducted. Hearing the Cries of the woman, he gives a brief glance to the Talismans and begins to walk on. When the redhead comes up and begins talking to Alan, however, he stops short and watches her display with slight amusement. "That'd be a neat trick, m'lady. I'd be surprised if ye could meet MY tastes, though It'd be interestin ter see yeh try."
With that, he walkes on, catching up to Sir Faulkner.

 

[Rhialto]

The woman turns to the Nibelung, and suddenly shifts into an attractive female hob. "Have I hit close to your desires, my friend? Or shall I try again?"