The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

Weel shares Alan's sentiments, but doesn't voice them. Instead, he motions away from the gold-fringed tent.

"I think it might do us good to find bunks and stay out of the way," he says softly.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Oh, hell. What was that I told myself about tyrants? Caradoc casts his eyes toward the ground, and follows Weel's lead.

 

[Rhialto]

Unfortunately, Weel's plan to avoid notice by moving in the opposite direction fails, as being some of the only people close to the scene moving attracts Guy's attention. "You there! Who are you?"

Faulker rushes to his Emperor's side. "They--they are new recruits, sir."

Guy regards them for a moment, a smile coming to his face. "New recruits..." He strides forward, and grasps each by the shoulder briefly. "Welcome. I am--honored that you choose to fight by my side. Please do not hold this... unseemly demonstration against me. It has been a hard fight, and my discipline must be harsh. But as my judgement is stern, so are my rewards generous." He shakes his head, and then rubs his temples. "I must--rest now. My--health and my sleep have both been poor of late..." With that, he turns and returns to his tent.

Faulker glances at the recruits. "I--he is right. Do not judge him by this. He was ever the finest of men, until the Battle of Eastwatch. That--broke something in him, I fear..."

 

[Bloodcookie]

Faulker glances at the recruits. "I--he is right. Do not judge him by this. He was ever the finest of men, until the Battle of Eastwatch. That--broke something in him, I fear..."

Caradoc nods, "Though the body may live on, war truly spares no man."

 

[Rhialto]

Faulker nods. "Truly spoken. I fear it has been harder for my lord than most. He has wagered and lost all--his home, his wealth, his title--even his marriage. And his reputation--" He sighs. "Before Eastwatch, he was accredited the finest general in Syra. Now they say Guy loses battles with elite troops that Gereint wins with bandits and desert savages." He shakes his head. "In truth, though I tried to make light of it, playing songs of the Black Lion to the camp was--in poor taste."

 

[mps42]

Graevel only stares at the fallen woman, a look of despair on his face. " 'Once a man becomes judge, jury and executioner, he is a man no longer' " he says quietly.
Graevel walks over to the fallen woman, closes her eyes (if they're not already), crosses her arms over her chest, turns and leaves the tent, looking for the changeling they had seen earlier.

 

[Rhialto]

Faulker watches, with a note of approval, as Graevel tends the Ulheru's body. "He is an Emperor, Nibelung. He is something more than a man."

 

[jkason]

Faulker watches, with a note of approval, as Graevel tends the Ulheru's body. "He is an Emperor, Nibelung. He is something more than a man."

"And we are naught but men," Weel says, but goes no further. Trying to change the subject lest he get himself in too deep, he says, "If it's all the same to you, Sir, I think I'll be finding a bed, and if there's time before dinner, I have some things to sell back in the market."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Yes a bed sounds like a good thing to look for.

 

[mps42]

Before leaving Graevel turns to Faulkner "Something more, or something less? I know of no man who has the wisdom to mete out his kind of justice.
"He said not to judge him by this, but how can we not? If a man cannot be judged by his actions, how shall he be judged?
"Already I regret signing that accursed piece of paper and taking your... blood money.
"Look into your soul, Faulkner. You know what happened here is wrong. I may be a 'hob', as you say, but even I know the difference between justice and cruelty."