"Ptomellus?," Marconius almost snorts. "He doesn't have the wherewithal to do anything quickly except hide from responsibility. That is curious, Hoid. I am sure there are several who can vouch for his location over the past two days." He turns to Garrent, "What do the Purple Dragons have to say about this?"
Garrent has been quietly sitting beside Hoid, watching and listening intently. "I am here as an observer only, Count Hartstone. I am not an Inquisitor," he replies simply.
Starker:”Based on a passage in the old diary, I believe there well may be more dispositive evidence in the crypts of the Hall and that we need not rely on Alamnal’s testimony.”
“Garrent may only be an observer, but he observed how quickly we made plans and departed for our journey here. He observed the ambush by a large force with mixed forces I would not expect together. He witnessed the note hidden a way in an assailant’s boot. He need not make any conclusions. Confirmation of facts is enough.
That being said, it troubles me that Alamnal was likely at court with us impersonating Ptomellus. Alamnal could have caused untold mischief in the Duke’s court, perhaps even absconding with the diary implicating his guilt. Do we return to the Duke and allow Garrent to report, and keep alert for Alamnal, or go elsewhere looking for additional evidence?”
Marconius looks at Starker for a moment and turns to Gaius, "What did he say?"
Gaius stifles a chuckle, "He believes that further evidence to support these claims can be found in the crypts of the real Harthall, now Ravenshield Manor. Through arcane means, he intends to question the corpses of our ancestors."
Marconius' eye narrow at Gaius a moment and he gives Starker a remarkable side-eye. "That sounds quite distasteful, and illegal," he now looks to Garrent. "Are you participating in this?"
Garrent replies, "Here to observe. I do not suggest any course of action but do urge that the laws regarding necromancy be respected." He then continues, "It is suggested by this group that the A signed to the note found on the Dragonborn is in fact this Alamnal. If so, it would suggest that violence is a part of this now whether we like it or not." He then asks Marconius directly, "What is the status of your Fyrd and how quickly can it muster."
Marconius is taken aback by Garrent's question. Garrent is entitled as the ranking Purple Dragon in the area to muster the Fyrd of any house. But, doing so is something that can be protested to at the Duke's Court. This is not a small ask. "We are a small holding, but can muster 5 light horsemen and 25 light infantry. At your request I believe I can have them readied in two days time."
Garrent nods, "Then let us hope it does not come to that."
(( Necromancy is limited in Cormyr such that no undead can be created. Any doing such an act is subject to the will of the Duke or Crown. Most often, hanged. ))
Starker (from memory): : “One year before his death Harlandil wrote:
”’My time draws near. Nimnal and his secrets will take lead of the family when I die. His work in the crypts is complete and now he has a private area to work without being interrupted. My father would certainly not be happy to know his right hand is the key to such secrecy! I would like to see his son Garlin grow to be a man. But, he does not favor me and spends his time elsewhere. Alamnal returns soon. He has counseled not to reveal anything of the poisoning of the Duke to Nimnal. He believes my son may become overly inquisitive and asking questions of those who should be left sleeping.’
”Thus Halandil.
”I gather that in these lands certain practices are frowned upon. I, myself, generally eschew necromancy not because of any esthetic or ‘moral’ <you can hear the air quotes> choices but rather because I find evocation more useful in my pursuit of the ultimate weapon. However, it seems that Alamnal was worried about what the so-called sleeping might say. Is the local distaste for questioning the dead really greater than is the local taste for dynastic justice? Curious, if so. Regardless, I know not how to question corpses, though I am getting better at making them.
”Let us confront Alamnal with our accusations and insist the questioning occur in the truth-enforcing light of Tyr!”
While keeping mostly to himself, when things start to become more intense Chadwick steps forward and says in a commanding and booming voice.
"As a follower and enforcer of Tyr's will I stand ready to pass judgment on any who speak in this court. While I have fought and bleed with many here, my first and most true aligience is that of Tyr".
If any doubt the evidence spoken today, let it be known and I will ascertain."
Chadwick stands firm staring down all even, those with superior rank with a FOFO demeanor
Marconius watches Chadwick's performance with a half smile, "Thank you, Sir Chadwick. As the Count of these lands it is my duty administer justice until the Earl steps in. Your offer for assistance is appreciated." He then answers Starker's question, "Communing with the dead is not forbidden, only giving them false life. However, the dead rarely part with the secrets they carried with them to the grave."
Starker:”Alamnal’s concern suggests to me that these dead might be particularly motivated to help us. Does anyone here or hereabouts have the ability to speak with the dead?
”I also note that we let an orc of two escape as we were finishing up eliminating thd earth elemental and felling Fallonir. Word of our victory may be wending its way to Alamnal even now. Trokarl, Gaius, what shall we do? “
Gneuman: "When being stung repeatedly by hornets, you can either cover your head and hope they go away, or you can seek out their nest and destroy it." "I for one, am tired of being stung."
We need to provide my brother the same warning we have provided Marconius. Alamnal may be desperate after this last defeat. Earl Grammal needs to understand he has been manipulated. I don’t hold much hope for an open or sober mind to consider these matters, but with so much weight of evidence there may be a chance.
We share what has been learned and ask entrance to the crypts… and be ready for a nest of hornets
Again- I ask for any of your council. My family at the center of this conflict but we have all been attacked and all wish better for the common people of this land
“I believe, with the clues and evidence we have collected, Tyr would approve delivering this Drow to justice and bringing balance and peace to this land.”
”If the need arises, Tyr can grant me the ability to commune with those deceased. However I suspect that we will not need to, the truth will reveal itself.”
”let us confront your brother and expose this character. He has an appointment with The Judge, the scales will weigh true.” Holds his warhammer up in a gesture
Marconius looks around the room, "It seems that you have a decision to make on how you are going to proceed." To Garrent, "My duty to report any actions opposing the rightful rule of these lands is given to you, Sir Garrent. You have heard the entirety of what I have heard. These gathered here are my brother and his associates and for that reason they are given hospitality, none other." He then stands and opens the door to the salon. He calls on a butler to arrange for lodging at the inn for the guests. "Sadly, our house is too small to welcome all of you here. Sir Garrent, a room is prepared for you and I assume you will stay at home Gaius?," he asks. Gaius nods in affirmation. "Very good. Rooms are being prepared for you at the inn tonight. Morning meal is served shortly after dawn. There is work to do in the orchards and vineyards." With that, Marconius steps out and the butler enters the room to show you to the inn.
Chadwick strides towards Garrent purposely and says the following so only he can hear.
"We have fought on the field together and you have known my healing touch when you had been stricken down. I fear for your safety if we are parted this eve. Make whatever excuses you may to stay with our party, or I will guard your door tonight. This is not a slight towards you as a warrior, that you have proven true. This is simply my will to oppose the forces who oppose Law and order."
Garrent looks to Chadwick, “I am under the roof of Count Hartstone. His responsibility is my safety. You should join your friends at the inn and get some rest. I will be fine here.”
The night passes without incident. The innkeeper is about at early light. He brings warmed pans of water to your rooms to freshen up before joining breakfast at Harthall.
The house staff show you into the main hall where breakfast is being laid out. A hearty porridge, sliced apples and pears, fried slices of pork belly, small beer and some sweetened rolls are all put out. Family are already making plates and sitting down. Most are in clothes ready for work in the fields. Gaius is there as is Garrent. Both have retrieved breakfast and are sitting down to tuck in. Marconius and who you assume is Anthonius are walking in from another door as you enter as well.
Garrent and Gaius turn to Starker as he approaches. Garrent's attention is on Cyrus after Starker's introduction. He replies, "I did not know his name prior to this, I suppose." With a flourish he makes an exaggerated bow to Cyrus, "My pleasure to meet you Cyrus Magnus. I am Garrent Goldtrue, Knight of the Purple Dragons."
As Garrent is bowing, Gaius leans a bit out of his view and mouths, Murder Monkey to Starker.
Starker in a whispered aside to Chadwick: “Looking back on our recent battle: did Garrent do anything that demonstrated he was indeed an accomplished fighter?”
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"Ptomellus?," Marconius almost snorts. "He doesn't have the wherewithal to do anything quickly except hide from responsibility. That is curious, Hoid. I am sure there are several who can vouch for his location over the past two days." He turns to Garrent, "What do the Purple Dragons have to say about this?"
Garrent has been quietly sitting beside Hoid, watching and listening intently. "I am here as an observer only, Count Hartstone. I am not an Inquisitor," he replies simply.
Starker:”Based on a passage in the old diary, I believe there well may be more dispositive evidence in the crypts of the Hall and that we need not rely on Alamnal’s testimony.”
“Garrent may only be an observer, but he observed how quickly we made plans and departed for our journey here. He observed the ambush by a large force with mixed forces I would not expect together. He witnessed the note hidden a way in an assailant’s boot. He need not make any conclusions. Confirmation of facts is enough.
That being said, it troubles me that Alamnal was likely at court with us impersonating Ptomellus. Alamnal could have caused untold mischief in the Duke’s court, perhaps even absconding with the diary implicating his guilt. Do we return to the Duke and allow Garrent to report, and keep alert for Alamnal, or go elsewhere looking for additional evidence?”
Marconius looks at Starker for a moment and turns to Gaius, "What did he say?"
Gaius stifles a chuckle, "He believes that further evidence to support these claims can be found in the crypts of the real Harthall, now Ravenshield Manor. Through arcane means, he intends to question the corpses of our ancestors."
Marconius' eye narrow at Gaius a moment and he gives Starker a remarkable side-eye. "That sounds quite distasteful, and illegal," he now looks to Garrent. "Are you participating in this?"
Garrent replies, "Here to observe. I do not suggest any course of action but do urge that the laws regarding necromancy be respected." He then continues, "It is suggested by this group that the A signed to the note found on the Dragonborn is in fact this Alamnal. If so, it would suggest that violence is a part of this now whether we like it or not." He then asks Marconius directly, "What is the status of your Fyrd and how quickly can it muster."
Marconius is taken aback by Garrent's question. Garrent is entitled as the ranking Purple Dragon in the area to muster the Fyrd of any house. But, doing so is something that can be protested to at the Duke's Court. This is not a small ask. "We are a small holding, but can muster 5 light horsemen and 25 light infantry. At your request I believe I can have them readied in two days time."
Garrent nods, "Then let us hope it does not come to that."
(( Necromancy is limited in Cormyr such that no undead can be created. Any doing such an act is subject to the will of the Duke or Crown. Most often, hanged. ))
Starker (from memory): : “One year before his death Harlandil wrote:
”’My time draws near. Nimnal and his secrets will take lead of the family when I die. His work in the crypts is complete and now he has a private area to work without being interrupted. My father would certainly not be happy to know his right hand is the key to such secrecy! I would like to see his son Garlin grow to be a man. But, he does not favor me and spends his time elsewhere. Alamnal returns soon. He has counseled not to reveal anything of the poisoning of the Duke to Nimnal. He believes my son may become overly inquisitive and asking questions of those who should be left sleeping.’
”Thus Halandil.
”I gather that in these lands certain practices are frowned upon. I, myself, generally eschew necromancy not because of any esthetic or ‘moral’ <you can hear the air quotes> choices but rather because I find evocation more useful in my pursuit of the ultimate weapon. However, it seems that Alamnal was worried about what the so-called sleeping might say. Is the local distaste for questioning the dead really greater than is the local taste for dynastic justice? Curious, if so. Regardless, I know not how to question corpses, though I am getting better at making them.
”Let us confront Alamnal with our accusations and insist the questioning occur in the truth-enforcing light of Tyr!”
While keeping mostly to himself, when things start to become more intense Chadwick steps forward and says in a commanding and booming voice.
"As a follower and enforcer of Tyr's will I stand ready to pass judgment on any who speak in this court. While I have fought and bleed with many here, my first and most true aligience is that of Tyr".
If any doubt the evidence spoken today, let it be known and I will ascertain."
Chadwick stands firm staring down all even, those with superior rank with a FOFO demeanor
Marconius watches Chadwick's performance with a half smile, "Thank you, Sir Chadwick. As the Count of these lands it is my duty administer justice until the Earl steps in. Your offer for assistance is appreciated." He then answers Starker's question, "Communing with the dead is not forbidden, only giving them false life. However, the dead rarely part with the secrets they carried with them to the grave."
Starker:”Alamnal’s concern suggests to me that these dead might be particularly motivated to help us. Does anyone here or hereabouts have the ability to speak with the dead?
”I also note that we let an orc of two escape as we were finishing up eliminating thd earth elemental and felling Fallonir. Word of our victory may be wending its way to Alamnal even now. Trokarl, Gaius, what shall we do? “
Gneuman: "When being stung repeatedly by hornets, you can either cover your head and hope they go away, or you can seek out their nest and destroy it." "I for one, am tired of being stung."
Gaius looks to Trolkarl expectantly.
We need to provide my brother the same warning we have provided Marconius. Alamnal may be desperate after this last defeat. Earl Grammal needs to understand he has been manipulated. I don’t hold much hope for an open or sober mind to consider these matters, but with so much weight of evidence there may be a chance.
We share what has been learned and ask entrance to the crypts… and be ready for a nest of hornets
Again- I ask for any of your council. My family at the center of this conflict but we have all been attacked and all wish better for the common people of this land
“I believe, with the clues and evidence we have collected, Tyr would approve delivering this Drow to justice and bringing balance and peace to this land.”
”If the need arises, Tyr can grant me the ability to commune with those deceased. However I suspect that we will not need to, the truth will reveal itself.”
”let us confront your brother and expose this character. He has an appointment with The Judge, the scales will weigh true.” Holds his warhammer up in a gesture
Marconius looks around the room, "It seems that you have a decision to make on how you are going to proceed." To Garrent, "My duty to report any actions opposing the rightful rule of these lands is given to you, Sir Garrent. You have heard the entirety of what I have heard. These gathered here are my brother and his associates and for that reason they are given hospitality, none other." He then stands and opens the door to the salon. He calls on a butler to arrange for lodging at the inn for the guests. "Sadly, our house is too small to welcome all of you here. Sir Garrent, a room is prepared for you and I assume you will stay at home Gaius?," he asks. Gaius nods in affirmation. "Very good. Rooms are being prepared for you at the inn tonight. Morning meal is served shortly after dawn. There is work to do in the orchards and vineyards." With that, Marconius steps out and the butler enters the room to show you to the inn.
Chadwick strides towards Garrent purposely and says the following so only he can hear.
"We have fought on the field together and you have known my healing touch when you had been stricken down. I fear for your safety if we are parted this eve. Make whatever excuses you may to stay with our party, or I will guard your door tonight. This is not a slight towards you as a warrior, that you have proven true. This is simply my will to oppose the forces who oppose Law and order."
Garrent looks to Chadwick, “I am under the roof of Count Hartstone. His responsibility is my safety. You should join your friends at the inn and get some rest. I will be fine here.”
The night passes without incident. The innkeeper is about at early light. He brings warmed pans of water to your rooms to freshen up before joining breakfast at Harthall.
The house staff show you into the main hall where breakfast is being laid out. A hearty porridge, sliced apples and pears, fried slices of pork belly, small beer and some sweetened rolls are all put out. Family are already making plates and sitting down. Most are in clothes ready for work in the fields. Gaius is there as is Garrent. Both have retrieved breakfast and are sitting down to tuck in. Marconius and who you assume is Anthonius are walking in from another door as you enter as well.
Starker with Cyrus on shoulder goes up to Garrent, points to Cyrus and says, “Cyrus Magnus.”
Garrent and Gaius turn to Starker as he approaches. Garrent's attention is on Cyrus after Starker's introduction. He replies, "I did not know his name prior to this, I suppose." With a flourish he makes an exaggerated bow to Cyrus, "My pleasure to meet you Cyrus Magnus. I am Garrent Goldtrue, Knight of the Purple Dragons."
As Garrent is bowing, Gaius leans a bit out of his view and mouths, Murder Monkey to Starker.
Cyrus seems unimpressed.
Starker in a whispered aside to Chadwick: “Looking back on our recent battle: did Garrent do anything that demonstrated he was indeed an accomplished fighter?”