"Sir, do you mind telling us who we are meeting today? Would it not give us the advantage to show more respect by us puting forth the extra effort to contact them by name.... And possibly position in society if important" edgar continues to scribble notes. But if anyone looks, they are still about weapons and not the conversation at hand.
"Glad you asked, Master Edgar." Before he continues however, he briefly snaps back to attention. "As you all were," he says to the room as a whole, which you all know to mean that you are now free to fully relax and move about again. When he comes out of attention himself, Dietrich then proceeds to fix himself a plate and take a seat close to Edgar. He takes a few bites before producing a flask from one of his pockets and taking a drink. He then focuses his attention on Edgar, though he speaks loud enough that anyone wanting to listen in can hear.
"The first arrival will be Master Tarkel, the Lantanese artificer who makes this whole endeavor possible. She and Miss Jhessana should be arriving within the hour. The second would be Lord Tylandar Roaringhorn himself, Jhessana's great-uncle, who provided us with this old manor house to set up shop in and is helping us foot the bill for this little experiment. I understand he is arriving sometime this afternoon to...'inspect the troops'...as it were."
Hildigrim returns to his seat, mumbling to himself something about "paying better attention next time" and picks up his fork again. After Dietrich explains about the visitors, Hildi pipes up, "Sir, you'll have to pardon the impertinence, but it's hard to feel like 'the troops' when we've hardly stepped a toe out of this domicile the past 20 days. I've enjoyed the time to study the library's offerings, but I joined the Knights for action."
Edgar lays his notes down and looks to the captain. "Sir i agree with hildi, action and first hand experience are worth far more than just studying in this wonderfully comfy building. And theoretically, seeing as miss Jhessana will be arriving within the hour, wouldnt it be pleasant and impressive if they were to show up to a well organized...... Live... Fire ... Drill?" edgar trails off at the end. Giddy with excitement.
Silent for but a second edgar then pics up his pad and starts writing again. "Oh, what about mucking about with different alloys for the body of the weapons, surely dwarven or gnomish tool-grade alloys would work"
Flawless remains silent but dutifully at attention throughout the dressing down, and would've seemed the model soldier... if his ears and tail didn't keep betraying buried feelings of dishearten following the initial comment. Even when eventually told to be at ease, the Tabaxi is slow to accept it. But, he comes around with hardly more than a happenstance glance from the good captain. Though, all thoughts of consuming another spoonful of duck soup has long since fled the ranger's mind.
He busied himself instead with trying to make himself as small as possible in his seat while also closely watching Harkin. "Mind your tongue, Mister Hildgrim. Being a Knight is more than just about action." Night states flatly, glaring daggers at the halfling from just above the table.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Leave it, we are all itching to do something, why argue when we are about to move forward?" Vayn moves back to the open window looking out "The gods know the last two tendays have felt long enough.."
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OOC: Just to clarify, but you have NOT all just been sitting around the guildhall for the last two tendays. Jhessana has had her personal collection of spare firearms available to you all to practice and familiarize yourselves with, and Dietrich as had you all out on the grounds every day for physical training and what he refers to as "drill and ceremony." It might not have been the real, live "action" many of you were expecting so far, but it was not just sitting around twiddling your thumbs. I apologize if I didn't make that clear enough before now.
"Alright, settle down, you all, no need to argue," Dietrich says between mouthfuls. "I can understand the tension and nerves, but it won't do to start tearing into one another already."
He turns his gaze to focus primarily on Vayn, Hildi, and Edgar, his eyes revealing just a hint of mischievous smile.
"And don't worry about polishing up anything for Miss Jhessana and Master Tarkel. Let's just say there's a reason they're arriving so much earlier than Lord Roaringhorn, and it's a reason I think you will ALL appreciate."
Gimmur jumps up and looks around - face full of shock as he looks down at his nightshirt and bare feet. "Ca-Ca-Captain... I will take my leave for a few minutes, if it's all the same to you, sir. Better get myself dressed before the Lady arrives."
He clumps out, thick feet thudding against the floor as he hurries to his quarters. He returns about fifteen minutes later, resplendent in his chain mail and tabard. A battleaxe hangs off his back, notched and grooved by many fights. His tabard is emblazoned with an upright mace and a fur-lined boot. "Ready, sir."
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"Ever the eager one, aren't you, Gimmur? You might be just a bit annoyed with yourself shortly."
By this point, Dietrich has cleared his plate and stacked his utensils upon it neatly as he sips from his glass. A moment later, the implements rise into the air and begin moving back into the kitchen.
Hildrgrim grabs one last piece of bread off the platter as it rises off the table to float away toward the kitchen. "I'll bite," he says, taking a literal bite of bread, "what is it we'll all be so happy about?"
Jade eyes stay narrowed for awhile longer before their owner haughtily huffs and looks away. "As you say, Captain." He mutters as he went back to finish the meal. There's a tense moment when dishes start getting taken away that Night goes all guarded with his own for a second or two. "In-indeed, Captain? Hmm.." He asks, timid once more, then starts looking around the dinner room suspiciously.
Vayn steps out onto the porch by the open window, and sits against the wall, he has a bullet from an earlier training session in his hand and he studies it intently, looking at the manufacturing marks and the materials while he waits for the visitors.
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As Vayn steps out onto the deck, the first thing he notices is that he isn't alone. Stretched out in a shadowy corner of the deck, where its roof meets the side of the guildhall proper, is a large black wolfhound, which you recognize as Vala'Nyx, Captain Harken's faithful companion.
Vala'Nyx pays you no mind as you exit, seemingly unconcerned by your presence now that she's known you for some time. After just a few minutes though, her ears do perk up as she quickly jumps to her feet and moves to the stairs leading down from the deck. Following her lead, you move to the edge of the deck as well, and before you can even start descending the stairs you can see what's caught her attention.
Coming down the wooded dirt lane that connects the property of Stormhaven with the village of Amphail, you can make out what appears to be a trio of covered wagons approaching. The first is fairly average in size, but you can tell that the last two are quite a bit larger, with each being pulled by a pair of oxen rather than the more typical horses. And seated at the reins of the first wagon, you see the familiar face of the Knights of Thunder guild leader, Jhessana Roaringhorn.
"We have company, Jhessana is back and she has brought a load of big wagons with her." Vayn calls out over his shoulder as he watches the wagons draw closer, as he strokes the back of the wolfhound's head.
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Edgar nods. Taking notes. Then looks up.
"Sir, do you mind telling us who we are meeting today? Would it not give us the advantage to show more respect by us puting forth the extra effort to contact them by name.... And possibly position in society if important" edgar continues to scribble notes. But if anyone looks, they are still about weapons and not the conversation at hand.
Dietrich gives a small smile.
"Glad you asked, Master Edgar." Before he continues however, he briefly snaps back to attention. "As you all were," he says to the room as a whole, which you all know to mean that you are now free to fully relax and move about again. When he comes out of attention himself, Dietrich then proceeds to fix himself a plate and take a seat close to Edgar. He takes a few bites before producing a flask from one of his pockets and taking a drink. He then focuses his attention on Edgar, though he speaks loud enough that anyone wanting to listen in can hear.
"The first arrival will be Master Tarkel, the Lantanese artificer who makes this whole endeavor possible. She and Miss Jhessana should be arriving within the hour. The second would be Lord Tylandar Roaringhorn himself, Jhessana's great-uncle, who provided us with this old manor house to set up shop in and is helping us foot the bill for this little experiment. I understand he is arriving sometime this afternoon to...'inspect the troops'...as it were."
Having picked up the rest of his breakfast as soon as possible Vayn moves in nearer to the captain as he addresses Edgar.
"So we should be polishing everything shiny and generally looking as presentable as possible?"
He looks down at himself, noting his general state of attire is reasonable except for some egg dripped on his trousers and nods to himself.
"Not bad, not bad."
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Hildigrim returns to his seat, mumbling to himself something about "paying better attention next time" and picks up his fork again. After Dietrich explains about the visitors, Hildi pipes up, "Sir, you'll have to pardon the impertinence, but it's hard to feel like 'the troops' when we've hardly stepped a toe out of this domicile the past 20 days. I've enjoyed the time to study the library's offerings, but I joined the Knights for action."
Edgar lays his notes down and looks to the captain. "Sir i agree with hildi, action and first hand experience are worth far more than just studying in this wonderfully comfy building. And theoretically, seeing as miss Jhessana will be arriving within the hour, wouldnt it be pleasant and impressive if they were to show up to a well organized...... Live... Fire ... Drill?" edgar trails off at the end. Giddy with excitement.
Silent for but a second edgar then pics up his pad and starts writing again. "Oh, what about mucking about with different alloys for the body of the weapons, surely dwarven or gnomish tool-grade alloys would work"
Flawless remains silent but dutifully at attention throughout the dressing down, and would've seemed the model soldier... if his ears and tail didn't keep betraying buried feelings of dishearten following the initial comment. Even when eventually told to be at ease, the Tabaxi is slow to accept it. But, he comes around with hardly more than a happenstance glance from the good captain. Though, all thoughts of consuming another spoonful of duck soup has long since fled the ranger's mind.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Leave it, we are all itching to do something, why argue when we are about to move forward?" Vayn moves back to the open window looking out "The gods know the last two tendays have felt long enough.."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Hildi raises one eyebrow at the tabaxi, but doesn't respond in any other way.
OOC: Just to clarify, but you have NOT all just been sitting around the guildhall for the last two tendays. Jhessana has had her personal collection of spare firearms available to you all to practice and familiarize yourselves with, and Dietrich as had you all out on the grounds every day for physical training and what he refers to as "drill and ceremony." It might not have been the real, live "action" many of you were expecting so far, but it was not just sitting around twiddling your thumbs. I apologize if I didn't make that clear enough before now.
"Alright, settle down, you all, no need to argue," Dietrich says between mouthfuls. "I can understand the tension and nerves, but it won't do to start tearing into one another already."
He turns his gaze to focus primarily on Vayn, Hildi, and Edgar, his eyes revealing just a hint of mischievous smile.
"And don't worry about polishing up anything for Miss Jhessana and Master Tarkel. Let's just say there's a reason they're arriving so much earlier than Lord Roaringhorn, and it's a reason I think you will ALL appreciate."
Gimmur jumps up and looks around - face full of shock as he looks down at his nightshirt and bare feet. "Ca-Ca-Captain... I will take my leave for a few minutes, if it's all the same to you, sir. Better get myself dressed before the Lady arrives."
He clumps out, thick feet thudding against the floor as he hurries to his quarters. He returns about fifteen minutes later, resplendent in his chain mail and tabard. A battleaxe hangs off his back, notched and grooved by many fights. His tabard is emblazoned with an upright mace and a fur-lined boot. "Ready, sir."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Dietrich chuckles to himself on Gimmur's return.
"Ever the eager one, aren't you, Gimmur? You might be just a bit annoyed with yourself shortly."
By this point, Dietrich has cleared his plate and stacked his utensils upon it neatly as he sips from his glass. A moment later, the implements rise into the air and begin moving back into the kitchen.
Hildrgrim grabs one last piece of bread off the platter as it rises off the table to float away toward the kitchen. "I'll bite," he says, taking a literal bite of bread, "what is it we'll all be so happy about?"
Dietrich smiles again.
"You'll just have to wait and see," he replies nonchalantly. "Won't be much longer now."
Jade eyes stay narrowed for awhile longer before their owner haughtily huffs and looks away. "As you say, Captain." He mutters as he went back to finish the meal. There's a tense moment when dishes start getting taken away that Night goes all guarded with his own for a second or two. "In-indeed, Captain? Hmm.." He asks, timid once more, then starts looking around the dinner room suspiciously.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Vayn steps out onto the porch by the open window, and sits against the wall, he has a bullet from an earlier training session in his hand and he studies it intently, looking at the manufacturing marks and the materials while he waits for the visitors.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Vayn: Give me a Perception check, please.
Perception 7
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
As Vayn steps out onto the deck, the first thing he notices is that he isn't alone. Stretched out in a shadowy corner of the deck, where its roof meets the side of the guildhall proper, is a large black wolfhound, which you recognize as Vala'Nyx, Captain Harken's faithful companion.
Vala'Nyx pays you no mind as you exit, seemingly unconcerned by your presence now that she's known you for some time. After just a few minutes though, her ears do perk up as she quickly jumps to her feet and moves to the stairs leading down from the deck. Following her lead, you move to the edge of the deck as well, and before you can even start descending the stairs you can see what's caught her attention.
Coming down the wooded dirt lane that connects the property of Stormhaven with the village of Amphail, you can make out what appears to be a trio of covered wagons approaching. The first is fairly average in size, but you can tell that the last two are quite a bit larger, with each being pulled by a pair of oxen rather than the more typical horses. And seated at the reins of the first wagon, you see the familiar face of the Knights of Thunder guild leader, Jhessana Roaringhorn.
"We have company, Jhessana is back and she has brought a load of big wagons with her." Vayn calls out over his shoulder as he watches the wagons draw closer, as he strokes the back of the wolfhound's head.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales