The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Ranger Rick]

Alan is about to ask a question as well but holds off. Seeiong the looks on the soldiers faces, he decides to listen some more before asking any questions.

Questions he plans to ask: [sblock]How many people have you killed? How many damsels have you rescued? Do lefty swordsman exist? Are the easier or harder to duel? etc....[/sblock]

 

[Rhialto]

Weel takes a seat at the table with the Syrans [OOC: if the table's too small to accomodate six comfortably, he'll just grab an adjascent one], and introduces himself in much the same way he did to Caradoc and Alan, and orders for himself, as well.

After successfully managing to keep his knee from bouncing with his nervous energy, he turns to the scruffy-bearded man who spoke to him outside and starts with "So, then, have the three of you been following Sir Sadric long, then? How long has he been recruiting, anyway?"

One of the men--a somewhat thickset fellow with a heavy mustache snorts. "Long enough," he mutters darkly.

"Kaspar," chides a thin, cleanshaven man with a scar on his cheek. He glances cheerfully at the recruits. "Ritter Kaspar and I have served with Helm off and on for--oh, about six or seven years." He stands briefly and takes a slight bow. "Ritter Origen ap Orway."

 

[mps42]

"If you'll pardon my asking, as I seem to have come in on the tail end of the dog, as it might be said, what exactly is going on. I was in The Bearded Flea just now and head talk of 'Justice in the square' and came out to see what might be going on. Now I hear talk of fighting the Emperor. That aint justice, thats foolishness.
"Now," turning to the man who has referred to him as 'brother', "who are you to be calling me brother when I don't know you from a horses arse?"

 

[Rhialto]

"If you'll pardon my asking, as I seem to have come in on the tail end of the dog, as it might be said, what exactly is going on. I was in The Bearded Flea just now and head talk of 'Justice in the square' and came out to see what might be going on. Now I hear talk of fighting the Emperor. That aint justice, thats foolishness.
"Now," turning to the man who has referred to him as 'brother', "who are you to be calling me brother when I don't know you from a horses arse?"

"Ritter Helm Sadric, a rider of Syra, and brother to all men of courage," says the man, eyeing Graeval warily. "And it is foolishness to wish to see a usurper overthrown, and your land free? If so, I say--we need more fools."

 

[jkason]

One of the men--a somewhat thickset fellow with a heavy mustache snorts. "Long enough," he mutters darkly.

"Kaspar," chides a thin, cleanshaven man with a scar on his cheek. He glances cheerfully at the recruits. "Ritter Kaspar and I have served with Helm off and on for--oh, about six or seven years." He stands briefly and takes a slight bow. "Ritter Origen ap Orway."

Weel turns to the unnamed third--the one who originally invited the young men to the bar.

"I take it, then, that you're the Bernlad that Ritter Helm named?"

He nods respectfully to the three Ritters.

"Well met, all, and a respectable term of service, too. I'll admit to a general curiosity about the life of a noble and a rebel all in one, but I think Caradoc seems to have the right of it: what is our first step on this road to insurgency?"

 

[Rhialto]

Weel turns to the unnamed third--the one who originally invited the young men to the bar.

"I take it, then, that you're the Bernlad that Ritter Helm named?"

He nods respectfully to the three Ritters.

"Well met, all, and a respectable term of service, too. I'll admit to a general curiosity about the life of a noble and a rebel all in one, but I think Caradoc seems to have the right of it: what is our first step on this road to insurgency?"

Bernlad takes a laugh. "Lad, I've got an inklin' yer impressed by their titles. Don't be. It's been said that you can't throw a stone in Syra without hittin' a Ritter. Any drunken fool of a Graf can make them, and most do. And with that outta the way--Waldgrave Bernlad Whitewater, at yer service." He glances up at Doris. "Innkeep! This liquor tastes like turpentine!"

Doris eyes him critically. "That so?"

"Indeed it is!" declares Bernlad. "Another bottle, posthaste!" He glances at Weel, Caradoc and Alan. "Now, as for our plans--right now, we're diggin' in at our camp, tryin' to gather men, and gain support. A lot of our work at the moment is just keeping the resistance alive--gatherin' supplies, treatin' the men, keepin' Gereint's men off'n our back, occasionally doin' a little violence to remind him we ain't dead yet, and show people we mean business." As Doris brings him a second bottle of her infamous 'Rotgut', Bernlad takes it, and downs it with a solid swig. He smiles. "Ahh, that hit the spot! Reminds me a good ol' Whitewater, it does!" His expression grows more serious. "Some are talkin' about other missions, to--accomplish weightier thin's, but that's somethin' I don't know enough to feel safe talkin' on, and hush-hush enough to make it safer not to, at the nonce."

 

[Ranger Rick]

Alan's eyes are wide open as he hears all of this. His mind wanders abit to life at camp, the drilling and practice. Than he thinks to weighter issues and imagines calls in the dark of night and the leaving to do unmentioned great deeds.

 

[Bloodcookie]

"Now, as for our plans--right now, we're diggin' in at our camp, tryin' to gather men, and gain support. A lot of our work at the moment is just keeping the resistance alive--gatherin' supplies, treatin' the men, keepin' Gereint's men off'n our back, occasionally doin' a little violence to remind him we ain't dead yet, and show people we mean business." As Doris brings him a second bottle of her infamous 'Rotgut', Bernlad takes it, and downs it with a solid swig. He smiles. "Ahh, that hit the spot! Reminds me a good ol' Whitewater, it does!" His expression grows more serious. "Some are talkin' about other missions, to--accomplish weightier thin's, but that's somethin' I don't know enough to feel safe talkin' on, and hush-hush enough to make it safer not to, at the nonce."

Caradoc nods. "Understandably. Regarding the gathering of support, I'm curious: has there been any attempt to seek aid from some of the neighboring nations, if only covertly for the time being? I don't mean to suggest indebting ourselves to anyone, but possibly forging a mutually beneficial relationship."

 

[jkason]

Caradoc nods. "Understandably. Regarding the gathering of support, I'm curious: has there been any attempt to seek aid from some of the neighboring nations, if only covertly for the time being? I don't mean to suggest indebting ourselves to anyone, but possibly forging a mutually beneficial relationship."

Weel's ears perk up at the mention of foreign aid. He stops his instinctive reach for the now-concealed holy symbol, though, and decides to hold off making mention of just where he's "been abroad" until he hears an answer from Bernlad or one of the others.

 

[Rhialto]

Caradoc nods. "Understandably. Regarding the gathering of support, I'm curious: has there been any attempt to seek aid from some of the neighboring nations, if only covertly for the time being? I don't mean to suggest indebting ourselves to anyone, but possibly forging a mutually beneficial relationship."

Bernlad chuckles. "Smart lad. An' to answer yer questions, let's just say we're in talks with some... interested parties, and leave it at that..."

Origen clicks his tongue in disgust. "Honestly, Bernlad, do you have to be such a showoff?"