The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

The man glances over the crowd that has gathered "Men and women of Poins! I am Ritter Helm Sadric, a noble of Syra. In our recent struggles, I fought in the train of Prince Guy of Holyhall, the true heir to the Golden Throne. However, our noble endeavor to see justice done was thwarted by the treachery of his cousin, Gereint. I know that you have recently felt his grasping hand! I ask what any man of courage knows in his heart is right--that you join us to help restore the Empire to its rightful monarch!"

As Weel approaches the crowd and hears the announcement, he considers a moment. Joining a movement bound to Syra isn't likely to involve returning to Arch, at least, he thinks. Of course, rebellions have a tendency to involve fighting, which has the unhealthy side affect of occasionally leading to dying.

Pound the walls of a condemned building from the inside, or try building a road through a forest fire? Such lovely choices Weel seemed to have these days.

Either way, wearing Thraunos on one's sleeve isn't likely to be a benefit, he realizes. the Inquisition in Arch apparently want them gone, and members of Archean religious Orders--while common and accepted in a borderland like the Pyrees--probably aren't as likely to find a warm reception in the Empire proper. Or by people claiming they represent its central forces.

Regretting but respecting the need for discretion, Weel handles the circular nail hanging from his neck and sends up a silent prayer for guidance, then conceals the holy symbol beneath his armor and shirt.

[OOC: Weel's going to stick to the back of the crowd for now, waiting to see what others do / the small contingent have to offer]

 

[Bloodcookie]

Which to choose - the tyrant you know, or the tyrant who hasn't yet proven himself one? Caradoc pondered. "Noble Ritter, I pray you do not think it too presumptuous of me to ask, but what superior right to the throne does the Prince possess?"

 

[Rhialto]

"The right of trueborn blood!" answers the Syran nobleman majestically. "The right of arms! And the right of being a forthright and true man, facing a backstabbing and false one! When the throne is his once more, you'll not see Guy sending his agents to take what is yours!"

The Ritter's comments send a cheer through the crowd.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Well, if nothing more, this is a chance to prove that my family isn't in the Emperor's pocket... as good an excuse as any to get out of the shop for a while.

"If that is the case, then I offer my service in restoring rightful rulership!"

 

[jkason]

"The right of trueborn blood!" answers the Syran nobleman majestically. "The right of arms! And the right of being a forthright and true man, facing a backstabbing and false one! When the throne is his once more, you'll not see Guy sending his agents to take what is yours!"

The Ritter's comments send a cheer through the crowd.

Weel, if you know what's good for you, you will keep your mouth well and truly shut, the cleric scolded himself. Unfortunately, when it came to taking things apart to find out how they worked, Weel had the irritating habit of not listening to his own best self-preserving instincts. At least, that's what Mother always said, usually when she was mending wounds from falling furniture or tool mishaps.

"Pardon, Sir Sadric," Weel spoke up with genuine curiosity and a trace of bafflement. He hoped his voice didn't carry any reproachment. Either way, his politics headache was starting to return. "But if this is a fight of trueborn Syran blood, why is the Prince collecting his army from the Archean mixes of the Pyrees?"

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan comes over to Caradoc, slaps him on the back than whispers, "I do not care whose side we are on, any side is better than here." Louder, "but it is great that you made sure we where on the winning side."

OOC: I should be offline until monday morning.

 

[Rhialto]

"Pardon, Sir Sadric," Weel spoke up with genuine curiosity and a trace of bafflement. He hoped his voice didn't carry any reproachment. Either way, his politics headache was starting to return. "But if this is a fight of trueborn Syran blood, why is the Prince collecting his army from the Archean mixes of the Pyrees?"

"Because his force was routed by the Usurper's army, and this is the last bastion of justice in the Empire," answers Helm. "Prince Guy knows the heart of the good men of the Pyrees. You'll not let a baseborn bastard rule over you, in defiance of law!"

 

[jkason]

"Because his force was routed by the Usurper's army, and this is the last bastion of justice in the Empire," answers Helm. "Prince Guy knows the heart of the good men of the Pyrees. You'll not let a baseborn bastard rule over you, in defiance of law!"

Two out of two elders agree I shouldn't be in Archea, Weel thought. But maybe if I help the Syrans in unseating their usurper, I can find aid in combatting the usurper my mentor faces.

Weel drew a deep breath and tried to look inspired as he offered his aid. "When do you plan to depart, Sir, and where do you gather?"

 

[mps42]

Goodman seems about to say something cutting when you hear someone talking loudly about justice in the town square. Most of the patrons--and the barkeep for that matter--head out for a look.

Curious as any other, Graevel sets down his tankard, along with his coins, and heads out into the town square.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan looks around at all the on lookers, wondering who in the crowd might tell his parents.