The companions entered the manor, with Sir Olvar looking about in dismay at the disarray his home had been left in, " It is probably best for their sakes that the Chaubrettans left, Lady Angela will not be at all happy when she sees this."
There are faint noises from upstairs and the floor is littered with weapons, food remnants and spilled ale...
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Thatch leads the way upstairs, scowling in distaste as he picks his way through remnants of food and ale. He moves quietly, trying to catch Le Cloche unaware while keeping a watch out for any threats to the group.
Thatch leads the way upstairs, scowling in distaste as he picks his way through remnants of food and ale. He moves quietly, trying to catch Le Cloche unaware while keeping a watch out for any threats to the group.
Thatch stands just outside the open door, listening to the faint sounds coming from within the room. He moves aside and waves for Sir Valor and Sir Olvar to continue “I think you will find your man in here mi’lords. I will leave him to your judgment.”
Valor extends his hand towards the door. "Would you like to go first, sir?" He says to Sir Olvar.
" Certainly.", Sir Olvar entered the room followed by Sir Valor.
Slumped against the marital bed with two empty flagons of brandy beside him is a bedraggled figure dressed in rather gauche finery, more fitting to the continental courts than northern Ellesland.
He looks up aghast at his cousin and throws himself against Olvars legs, " Forgive me, Cousin!"
For the briefest of moments Sir Olvars face softens, then it hardens and he snaps, " Take this useless wastrel down to the pig sty and shackle him there. Set Porthawr as his jailer."
Clearing his throat and turning from le Cloches shocked face, " Shall we retire to the drinking house and break our fast? I've need to sleep but hunger is a harsh mistress."
Thatch stands by the door, watching the exchange with Le Cloche with interest. Thankfully the man was too far into the brandy to do much more than blubber. Thatch perked up when Sir Olvar mentioned the drinking house. He slaps Hotspur on the shoulder “Come, Master Hotspur, let’s get that drink you were looking for earlier and you can regale us with your ballad of the White Witch.” He leaves Le Cloche to some of the others and heads out to the tavern.
Argyle watched with shock and surprise as Le Cloche begged for forgiveness. However, he was unable to hide a smirk as Sir Olvar ordered him shackled. "Yes, sir!" he said, clearly pleased, as he reached out and grabbed the man by the arm. "With me!" he barked, not wanting to insult the man in front of his noble cousin, but also not wanting to deign to give him a proper address.
The prisoner in hand, he marched him straight outside to the nearest pig sty.
Hotspur grins at the youth, and replies, "Exactly what I was thinking. Smart lad!"
To Morseth, he says, "Sadly, all the brandy was consumed prior to our arrival. Oh, and Le Clown offered no resistance. Such a shame and a waste. About the brandy, I mean."
Valor extends his hand towards the door. "Would you like to go first, sir?" He says to Sir Olvar.
" Certainly.", Sir Olvar entered the room followed by Sir Valor.
Slumped against the marital bed with two empty flagons of brandy beside him is a bedraggled figure dressed in rather gauche finery, more fitting to the continental courts than northern Ellesland.
He looks up aghast at his cousin and throws himself against Olvars legs, " Forgive me, Cousin!"
For the briefest of moments Sir Olvars face softens, then it hardens and he snaps, " Take this useless wastrel down to the pig sty and shackle him there. Set Porthawr as his jailer."
Clearing his throat and turning from le Cloches shocked face, " Shall we retire to the drinking house and break our fast? I've need to sleep but hunger is a harsh mistress."
Thatch stands by the door, watching the exchange with Le Cloche with interest. Thankfully the man was too far into the brandy to do much more than blubber. Thatch perked up when Sir Olvar mentioned the drinking house. He slaps Hotspur on the shoulder “Come, Master Hotspur, let’s get that drink you were looking for earlier and you can regale us with your ballad of the White Witch.” He leaves Le Cloche to some of the others and heads out to the tavern.
Argyle watched with shock and surprise as Le Cloche begged for forgiveness. However, he was unable to hide a smirk as Sir Olvar ordered him shackled. "Yes, sir!" he said, clearly pleased, as he reached out and grabbed the man by the arm. "With me!" he barked, not wanting to insult the man in front of his noble cousin, but also not wanting to deign to give him a proper address.
The prisoner in hand, he marched him straight outside to the nearest pig sty.
Hotspur grins at the youth, and replies, "Exactly what I was thinking. Smart lad!"
To Morseth, he says, "Sadly, all the brandy was consumed prior to our arrival. Oh, and Le Clown offered no resistance. Such a shame and a waste. About the brandy, I mean."
Fast was broken, casks of elderberry wine were opened and a rather slapdash feast was had in the common room of the tavern whilst some of the villagers volunteered to muck out the manor house so that their Lord and Lady might sleep in their own bed today.
Over the next few days the elderly gatekeeper kept watch over the increasingly morose Le Cloche, the retinue was met with thanks and favour throughout the village and everyone was gifted with small keepsakes of embroidery, knitwork, woodcarvings and the like.
Hotspur examined the items he had managed to take from Fhionns house and with the assistance of Lady Angela and Morseth was able to determine that the gold knotwork had had taken was worth about 100 gold coins, more wealth than any in Maidens Vale would see in their lifetimes....except perhaps Lady Angela and Sir Olvar.
The gladius was studied carefully by Sir Olvar, Sir Valor and Argyle and they determined that it was certainly Selentine in nature they could not explain how it was still keen of edge and light as a dagger after a number of centuries.
At the end of the fourth day Sir Olvar came to Sir Valor and the others as they took their leisure in the hall of the manor.
Sir Olvar asked Sir Valor, though his eyes took in all of them, if they would take Le Cloche, along with a letter describing his treachery, to Baron Aldred at his castle to the east, at the foot of the Hourla Hills.
Sir Olvar regrets that he currently cannot afford to pay them for their efforts except in provisions, but he assures them that a personal introduction to the Baron would be worth more than any gold. he also promises to send a letter south to Sir Valors father informing him of the situation.
( In OOC terms the gladius is a +1 shortsword, technically as the noble in the group it belongs by default to Sir Valor but he is free to gift it back to anyone he wishes. Any further questions can be popped in the OOC thread)
The tension in Morseth's shoulders ease when he hears the news. He happily joins the festivities and thanked the towns people for the gifts. Internally he accepts Sir Olivar's request, but waits to hear what Sir Dayne says.
Over the few days, Valor takes time to spend mingling with the common folk. He treats the villagers with respect, though maintains the proper distance as befits a noble. He graciously accepts (and truly values) any gifts from the villagers. He seeks out various services from the villagers, for example asking a cobbler to fix his boots--though all they need is a good shine--or having his surcoat laundered and repaired from the bear attack, and his shield repainted after the hellhounds scorched it, and so on. Each time, he's sure to overpay a little, and mention how grateful Lady Angela is to have such loyal subjects who helped her at great risk to themselves, and how grateful he is as Lord Dayne's son to have aided Sir Olvar as their Shield.
When Sir Olvar makes his request, Syr Valor says, "I am grateful to be of service, cousin. I will gladly escort him to His Excellency, if that is your wish. Obviously Mother Clay will stay here to help with the babe. Is there aught else I or my bondsmen can do before we leave?"
Thatch spent the next few days with the villagers, rough housing with the other lads and chasing young maidens. He spent some time practicing wood carving from the stable master, but he took his duties to Sir Valor seriously. He stopped by the stable daily to care for Nibby, seeing the hinny had fresh water and straw and checked in with Mother Clay regularly. He helped her move into the manor and made sure she was settled with Lady Angela and the babe, running various errands for her across the town.
(OOC: Is it fair to assume a long rest has passed?)
The companions entered the manor, with Sir Olvar looking about in dismay at the disarray his home had been left in, " It is probably best for their sakes that the Chaubrettans left, Lady Angela will not be at all happy when she sees this."
There are faint noises from upstairs and the floor is littered with weapons, food remnants and spilled ale...
Thatch leads the way upstairs, scowling in distaste as he picks his way through remnants of food and ale. He moves quietly, trying to catch Le Cloche unaware while keeping a watch out for any threats to the group.
Stealth: 27.
Perception: 24.
.
Argyle followed closely behind Thatch, blades at the ready, eager to protect the others but also careful to conceal his approach.
(( Stealth: 19 ))
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At the top of the stairs were four doors the nearest one to the right was ajar, and faint sounds of hyperventilating could be heard through the gap.
The bard follows along after the others, a bit shaky as the adrenaline from his performances starts to wear off.
Thatch stands just outside the open door, listening to the faint sounds coming from within the room. He moves aside and waves for Sir Valor and Sir Olvar to continue “I think you will find your man in here mi’lords. I will leave him to your judgment.”
"Everyone who isn't following the two, stay on guard." Mizzen adds as he waits with Thatch.
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Tana nods at Mizzen, also positioning herself to be able to use her witchcraft if needed.
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Moseth nods to Mizzen "Right, I will be vigilant as I am not that stealthy. I will rush in if there is trouble"
Valor extends his hand towards the door. "Would you like to go first, sir?" He says to Sir Olvar.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
" Certainly.", Sir Olvar entered the room followed by Sir Valor.
Slumped against the marital bed with two empty flagons of brandy beside him is a bedraggled figure dressed in rather gauche finery, more fitting to the continental courts than northern Ellesland.
He looks up aghast at his cousin and throws himself against Olvars legs, " Forgive me, Cousin!"
For the briefest of moments Sir Olvars face softens, then it hardens and he snaps, " Take this useless wastrel down to the pig sty and shackle him there. Set Porthawr as his jailer."
Clearing his throat and turning from le Cloches shocked face, " Shall we retire to the drinking house and break our fast? I've need to sleep but hunger is a harsh mistress."
Thatch stands by the door, watching the exchange with Le Cloche with interest. Thankfully the man was too far into the brandy to do much more than blubber. Thatch perked up when Sir Olvar mentioned the drinking house. He slaps Hotspur on the shoulder “Come, Master Hotspur, let’s get that drink you were looking for earlier and you can regale us with your ballad of the White Witch.” He leaves Le Cloche to some of the others and heads out to the tavern.
Once the others leave the house Morseth has a questioning look "So what happened inside?"
Argyle watched with shock and surprise as Le Cloche begged for forgiveness. However, he was unable to hide a smirk as Sir Olvar ordered him shackled. "Yes, sir!" he said, clearly pleased, as he reached out and grabbed the man by the arm. "With me!" he barked, not wanting to insult the man in front of his noble cousin, but also not wanting to deign to give him a proper address.
The prisoner in hand, he marched him straight outside to the nearest pig sty.
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Hotspur grins at the youth, and replies, "Exactly what I was thinking. Smart lad!"
To Morseth, he says, "Sadly, all the brandy was consumed prior to our arrival. Oh, and Le Clown offered no resistance. Such a shame and a waste. About the brandy, I mean."
Fast was broken, casks of elderberry wine were opened and a rather slapdash feast was had in the common room of the tavern whilst some of the villagers volunteered to muck out the manor house so that their Lord and Lady might sleep in their own bed today.
Over the next few days the elderly gatekeeper kept watch over the increasingly morose Le Cloche, the retinue was met with thanks and favour throughout the village and everyone was gifted with small keepsakes of embroidery, knitwork, woodcarvings and the like.
Hotspur examined the items he had managed to take from Fhionns house and with the assistance of Lady Angela and Morseth was able to determine that the gold knotwork had had taken was worth about 100 gold coins, more wealth than any in Maidens Vale would see in their lifetimes....except perhaps Lady Angela and Sir Olvar.
The gladius was studied carefully by Sir Olvar, Sir Valor and Argyle and they determined that it was certainly Selentine in nature they could not explain how it was still keen of edge and light as a dagger after a number of centuries.
At the end of the fourth day Sir Olvar came to Sir Valor and the others as they took their leisure in the hall of the manor.
Sir Olvar asked Sir Valor, though his eyes took in all of them, if they would take Le Cloche, along with a letter describing his treachery, to Baron Aldred at his castle to the east, at the foot of the Hourla Hills.
Sir Olvar regrets that he currently cannot afford to pay them for their efforts except in provisions, but he assures them that a personal introduction to the Baron would be worth more
than any gold. he also promises to send a letter south to Sir Valors father informing him of the situation.
( In OOC terms the gladius is a +1 shortsword, technically as the noble in the group it belongs by default to Sir Valor but he is free to gift it back to anyone he wishes. Any further questions can be popped in the OOC thread)
The tension in Morseth's shoulders ease when he hears the news. He happily joins the festivities and thanked the towns people for the gifts. Internally he accepts Sir Olivar's request, but waits to hear what Sir Dayne says.
Over the few days, Valor takes time to spend mingling with the common folk. He treats the villagers with respect, though maintains the proper distance as befits a noble. He graciously accepts (and truly values) any gifts from the villagers. He seeks out various services from the villagers, for example asking a cobbler to fix his boots--though all they need is a good shine--or having his surcoat laundered and repaired from the bear attack, and his shield repainted after the hellhounds scorched it, and so on. Each time, he's sure to overpay a little, and mention how grateful Lady Angela is to have such loyal subjects who helped her at great risk to themselves, and how grateful he is as Lord Dayne's son to have aided Sir Olvar as their Shield.
When Sir Olvar makes his request, Syr Valor says, "I am grateful to be of service, cousin. I will gladly escort him to His Excellency, if that is your wish. Obviously Mother Clay will stay here to help with the babe. Is there aught else I or my bondsmen can do before we leave?"
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Thatch spent the next few days with the villagers, rough housing with the other lads and chasing young maidens. He spent some time practicing wood carving from the stable master, but he took his duties to Sir Valor seriously. He stopped by the stable daily to care for Nibby, seeing the hinny had fresh water and straw and checked in with Mother Clay regularly. He helped her move into the manor and made sure she was settled with Lady Angela and the babe, running various errands for her across the town.
(OOC: Is it fair to assume a long rest has passed?)
( Yes, at least 2 long rests.)