The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc straightens his posture at the sight of the table attended by local notables, and attempts to catch the eye of one of those present, in hopes of at least making his party's presence known to those more well-connected individuals.

 

[Rhialto]

The ogre who lead them here gestures to the high table. "Lord Etzel--new soldiers! New Soldiers--Lord Etzel! Also Harband, Priest of the Dierj, Count Meer the Exile, and The Lady of Metals!"

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Weel bows to the assemblage, holding his tongue as he wracks his brain to try to remember if he's ever heard of the Dierj or the Lady of Metals. Knowing the philosophical bent of his hosts might be essential to making sure he doesn't make any more of his characteristic social fumbles.

[sblock=OOC]Know (religion) +3 check for any info on the various religions folk[/sblock]

 

[Rhialto]

Weel bows to the assemblage, holding his tongue as he wracks his brain to try to remember if he's ever heard of the Dierj or the Lady of Metals. Knowing the philosophical bent of his hosts might be essential to making sure he doesn't make any more of his characteristic social fumbles.

[sblock=OOC]Know (religion) +3 check for any info on the various religions folk[/sblock]

[sblock]OOC: The Dierj is the Great Grey God of Ogres, Lord of Dooms, an impartial force of fate and destiny. 'The Lady of Metals' is probably a Mystic, in service of the Element of Metal. Mystics are--an odd bunch.[/sblock]

 

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc bows before the assembly. "We are honored by your invitation, Lord Etzel, and, indeed, to be counted among those present here this evening," he says, gesturing to indicate the other guests.

 

[mps42]

Looking around and seeing mostly belts does nothing to improve Graevels sour mood. He stumps up behind Caradoc and, hearing the introductions, looks at the assemblage and mutters "Feel just a bit common for this group."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

"We thank the fate that brought us here," Weel adds, directing his comment to all, but checking to see how well or poorly it was received by the priest.

 

[Rhialto]

Looking around and seeing mostly belts does nothing to improve Graevels sour mood. He stumps up behind Caradoc and, hearing the introductions, looks at the assemblage and mutters "Feel just a bit common for this group."

An attractive female Cob sitting at the high table motions for him to take a seat next to her. "Verdea Shatterskull wants company, city dwarf!"

 

[Rhialto]

"We thank the fate that brought us here," Weel adds, directing his comment to all, but checking to see how well or poorly it was received by the priest.

Harband chuckles. "Thank no fate, child, till it has run its course. Many a feast ends in woe and heartache, just as many a battle ends in joy and celebration." He offers Weel his seat. "Come--you seem a lad interested in theological matters. Let us talk."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Harband chuckles. "Thank no fate, child, till it has run its course. Many a feast ends in woe and heartache, just as many a battle ends in joy and celebration." He offers Weel his seat. "Come--you seem a lad interested in theological matters. Let us talk."

"A priest that hasn't threatened to kill me the first time I speak? Now that's something of a novelty these days," Weel whispers wryly, then moves to take the offered seat.