The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)

George

George crisply returns his salute and than turns to Morley. "What you say? Drawing a sword? Balderdash!"

Than to include Revik, "I will definitely forget what you said, because I do not understand it. I assume Morley is up for a midnight stroll. What say you Revik?" Turning to Morley, "Drawing a sword? Who would have thought?......hmmm, I think I no....we might need to be better prepared. I think I have grown soft in my old age eh? Ha Ha."

OOC: Pelor's bell is at what time?
 

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Ranger Rick said:
"I will definitely forget what you said, because I do not understand it. I assume Morley is up for a midnight stroll. What say you Revik?"

The dwarf harrumphs, looking back over his shoulder at the Citadel.

"I think I'd better come, because your 'friend' may take it as a sign of betrayal if I don't. And for the same reason, it had best be just the three of us. But I'd very much like to have Noctra along to keep an eye on us... and to let Latalya know if we get into any situations we can't handle."

He fixes George with an intent gaze. "What's his agenda?" he asks. "A man who serves a Marchioness, but hates the nobility, is a man I don't trust... do his interests align with those of Istivin and Sterich?"
 

George talks in hushed tones and in elvish, "Revik, one can be loyal to his job, loyal to the cause loyal to his country, and yet hate his master. I think the Marchioness may not be loyal the the country. I have no trust in a political head man. They do what is right for them. As a citizen, one can only hope the political leader has the same goals and agendas as I do. I feel we can trust his loyalty to the country, but his stability is something to be questioned."
 

Morley Human Ranger

Morley, not speaking Elvish, tries to ignore the comments of his companions and hopes they aren't discussing his personal hygiene. He begins to look around for a place to get something to eat and make sure no one else is listening to the conversation. "Come on guys, unless you are talking about what you want for breakfast let's move on. I'm ready to eat, and Beau here is not above taking a bite out of a passing citizen if I don't feed him soon."
 

"By the balls of Elhonna's poachers, I am sorry. I forget you do not speak that language. Isn't that language we where speaking, some basic thing they teach you as a beginning woodsman and tracker? I thought you where taught that language before you are taught which end of the bow you hold? Ha ha. I will tell you later when you all are chowing down."
 

"Yeah, most learn it, but I choose to study the language of my enemy instead." He adds in giantish, "Elves are tasty with mint sauce." Then he switches back to common, "That translates very roughly, 'it is good to know one's enemies' strenghts.'"
 


Thanee said:
“No, Pelor did not send me, or rather, I do not know, if he was involved in our timely appearance. I think you were just lucky. I saw the stone block sliding out of its place and threatening to crush you, so I had to act quickly, sorry for the harsh treatment, I didn't see any other way. Are you alright?”
The laborer looks about and nods, a slightly dazed look in his eye. Finally he rises, brushing the marble dust off his clothes. He bows deeply to Latalya, speaking in a low voice, "Thank you very much, elf maiden. You have saved my life, and for that I am forever indebted to you. If you have need of anything that I can assist you with, let Master Harris know," at this he indicates himself, "and I will do what I can." He gives Latalya a warm smile, although he is still visibly shaken by his experience.

Other masons and laborers quickly clamber off the scaffolding and surround Harris, remarking how lucky he was to have an angel of the Lord of Light himself come to rescue him from certain doom. They stare at Latalya in awe, never quite making eye contact. Harris assures them that he is quite fine and remarks, "I can't believe that it has happened again, and twice in one week. Surely this city is cursed." The other masons grow quiet at this, nodding their agreement.
 

Ranger Rick said:
OOC: Pelor's bell is at what time?
OOC: Pelor's Bell marks the halfway mark between sunset and sunrise, informing the faithful that the worst of the night has passed, and the Light of the God will soon be in the sky again. The exact time differs with the seasons. At this time of year it falls just before 1 AM. Pelor's Bell is often used by the city guards to mark their watches.
 

Morley, George and Reivik with Beau trailing behind them a few feet make their way out of the Eastern Keep and back onto Temple Street. From here they turn westward toward the Fiddling Viceroy, located on the far side of Istivin. On their way they are passed by a number of noblemen and rich merchants on horseback, making their way into town from their estates on Brink's Hill. The largest of these parties is a posse of fierce-looking mountain fighters numbering nearly a dozen, guarding a nobleman of some bearing. He has jet-black hair, and a fulll beard with dark eyes, and carries an unknown heraldric crest on his tabard. They rush past you at quite a clip, nearly running over a half-dozen townsfolk in the process. After jumping to the side the locals mutter curses under their breath as they watch the horseman pass, and then quickly go back about their business.

On your way towards Qualtaine Square you pass by the many houses of worship that give this street its name. First is the Maiden's Shield, the church of Mayaheine, it's proud facade still under construction. Next comes the fortress-like temple of Heironeous, surrounded by a grassy area used for soldiers' drills and jousting. Finally you reach the central square, passing the enormous House of Radiance to your right. Scaffolding covers the front of the church of Pelor, as it seems to be undergoing some form of construction or restoration. An accident of some sort has obviouisly happened here recently. Workmen can be seen sweeping up rubble and marble dust which lies scattered about in a wide area. At the far side of the temple, facing Qualtaine Square, is a makeshrift shrine of some sort, composed entirely of flowers, hand-written notes, and candles. A number of townsfolk stand around, obviously discussing the temple. An elderly woman goes from person to person, trying to sell them flowers for the shrine.

OOC: P.S.: I figured that the group which witnessed the accident (Latalya, Anastasia, and Mavic) have already moved on by the time the George, Reivik and Morley come by, as the latter group was made to wait for quite a while at the Eastern Keep.
 
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