The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

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Graevel:

[sblock]Asking a few questions about the tent causes Graevel to get some dirty stares. Finally, going in, Graevel is surprised to see several young Cobnyeus, including the one who took his coinpurse being yelled at by an older Nibelungen, whose pale skin and light blue eyes mark him as a Dvarro.

"--ye part-blooded scum! Is this the best ye can steal!" [/sblock]

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"I don't know that I would blame him. The people in this... city are a poor lot. Maybe thievery isn't the line of work you should be in." He says to the Dvarro.
Turning to the Cobyneu, "In any case, Cob, I suggest you return what you took."[/sblock]

 

[jkason]

Weel

"Yes Mistress," she bows, "I was simply intrigued by the esteemed gentleman in your company."

Weel bows himself, though he can't help but chuckle. "You flatter me, lady, as there is little to esteem in me. I am Weel, a mere freeman who's signed on to this army to do what little my handyman's skills can."

As Caradoc comes along, Weel can't help but jab a thumb in his direction. "Now Caradoc, on the other hand, has the refinement of a gentleman if you're looking," he says, smiling wryly as he deflects to his more silver-tongued companion.

"Caradoc, allow me to introduce Mistress Kithara and ... was it Izara?" he says, making with the introductions.

 

[Nephtys]

She smiles back at him, and glances apologetically at Mistress Kithara "Ah, the other esteemed gentleman... I hope you'll forgive me, but I meant to indicate sir Ritter Helm with my remark. Naturally, though, you are equally intriguing."
She bows again, a shallow less formal bow than the one she gave to the Mistress, when introductions are made, "Izara it is, a pleasure to meet you."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Weel blushes at his misunderstanding. "When you assume and all that, I guess. Still, well met, Izara.

"Ritter Helm, if you've no further need of us, I believe we need to find a place to set up our tent. Hopefully, Graevel will have managed to wind his way back by then. And Alan, wherever he wandered off to. I hope he hasn't gotten himself entangled with that shapechanger again... "

 

[Bloodcookie]

"A pleasure to make your acquaintence as well," Caradoc says, returning the bow,"as it always is to find an ally in time of strife." He turns and bows to the woman he ascertains to be Izara's superior,"M'lady."

 

[Rhialto]

Kithara smiles. "Well, gentlemen, I welcome you to the Army of the True Emperor." She says this last bit with a slight roll of her eyes. She looks the recruits over. "You know, this camp can be a dangerous place for the unwary." She glances at her underling. "Izara. Accompany these recruits around New Holyhall. Consider it penance for your spying." She smiles down at the girl. "Remember, child, a Janissary does not spy--unless paid to do it."

 

[Rhialto]

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"I don't know that I would blame him. The people in this... city are a poor lot. Maybe thievery isn't the line of work you should be in." He says to the Dvarro.
Turning to the Cobyneu, "In any case, Cob, I suggest you return what you took."[/sblock]

Graevel:

[sblock]The Dvarro seems completely surprised, and glares at the Cob that took Graevel's coinpurse. "Paig, ye fool! I told ye to only take from the Tall Folk! Not our kin!"

"He is tall, sir..." begins Paig, clearly frightened.

"He is a Nibelungen! Return his purse!" Paig nods, frantically, and returns it to Graevel. The Dvarro bows. "My apologies, kinsman. I'm afraid years above ground have turned me into a scavenger. Thegn Vindar y Valla, born to the Dvarro, but now a member of the Hobyea." He shakes his head ruefully. "Though I'm afraid I handle the Exile worse than ye who've been at it longer. Truly, the treachery of the Bressa knows no end."[/sblock]

 

[Nephtys]

Izara blushes slightly, "Yes, Mistress." bows again and departs with the two men.
Once out of Kithara's hearing-range she speaks again, "You've made quite a daring decision joining this army. Apparently the war has been going rather badly... Not that there's no chance of turning it around. But the situation certainly looks difficult, though the rewards are all the greater for it."

ooc: What does Izara know about the war, the Empire and her current location?

 

[Rhialto]

Izara blushes slightly, "Yes, Mistress." bows again and departs with the two men. "The New Holyhall is not very far from here, follow me if you please."
Once out of Kithara's hearing-range she speaks again, "You've made quite a daring decision joining this army. Apparently the war has been going rather badly... Not that there's no chance of turning it around. But the situation certainly looks difficult, though the rewards are all the greater for it."

ooc: What does Izara know about the war, the Empire and her current location?

[sblock]((OOC: New Holyhall IS her location--Holyhall is the palace Guy possessed back in Syra, the camp having been acquired the nickname "New Holyhall".. Prince Guy has lost almost every significant battle, and is now a virtual non-entity, hidden the Iron Mountains. His opponent, Emperor Geraint I "Geraint the Unlikely" was the bastard son of the former Emperor, youngest of seven sons--the other six were legitimate--and being trained quietly for the priesthood of Turhan. However, five of his brothers died--one naturally, three being murdered, and the second-youngest in battle--while the sixth was disowned and exiled, as he was the murderer. Gaheris took a fatal wound in the battle that killed his last clear heir--and called Geraint to his side, bequeathing to Geraint the Imperial Sword. Afterwards, the throne came into dispute, as Guy--nephew and son-in-law--declared he had a stronger claim than Geraint--illegitmate son. While the original plan was to call a meeting of Margraves to handle the matter, Guy struck first calling on the Society of the Slaying Hand and his own troops to win him the throne. Geraint fled Syra Cae--only to return six months later with an army at his back. Now he sits on the throne--while Guy sits in defiance in the Iron Mountains. He has gathered some support--the proud Ogre chieftain Etzel, warring to save his people from the Goblins of Vathek. And all those who live in desperation in the Mountains, as well as opportunists, who suspect Guy's going to be here for a long, long time.

The Society remains. A contract is a contract. They will win Guy his throne--or die trying.[/sblock]

 

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Graevel:

[sblock]The Dvarro seems completely surprised, and glares at the Cob that took Graevel's coinpurse. "Paig, ye fool! I told ye to only take from the Tall Folk! Not our kin!"

"He is tall, sir..." begins Paig, clearly frightened.

"He is a Nibelungen! Return his purse!" Paig nods, frantically, and returns it to Graevel. The Dvarro bows. "My apologies, kinsman. I'm afraid years above ground have turned me into a scavenger. Thegn Vindar y Valla, born to the Dvarro, but now a member of the Hobyea." He shakes his head ruefully. "Though I'm afraid I handle the Exile worse than ye who've been at it longer. Truly, the treachery of the Bressa knows no end."[/sblock]

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"Valla, Make no mistake, I'm not pleased to be in this... city. But, it's me own fault. opened me mouth and stuck in both feet. I'm good at that.
"It's good to see even a Dvarro and a Cob. All the tall men make me nervous. 'specially with me 'talent'...
"Bah! Rust and rot forget I said that! I'll be taking my purse and leaving."

ooc: I'm assuming that the cultures of Dvarro, Cobnyeus and Nibelungen are similar enough that I can address him by just his last name...
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