"Your mount is lovely!" He says, looking away from Travin and eyeballing Ol' Ironsides with genuine awe and curiosity. "Does...can I pet it? He? Her? But yes, the castle is beautiful, isn't it? And Faron Woods is a lovely place! I've been there before but...you know...not since all the trouble began a few months ago. Death of one of the last unicorns and all that, they say. Been on gate duty since then."
One of Ole Ironside’s flails drops down in curiosity as the guard puts his hand forward. Kerwyn steps between them, laughing. “No, that’s probably not a good idea. He’s a little persnickety about who pets him, his shell will start to glimmer and he gets a little … cranky. I’ll put him in a stable, don’t worry. Look, but don’t touch. Hah!”
“So, all of the trouble a few months ago. Strange thing, that. Has anything happened near here? Any danger around this way? Have you seen any … action?” Kerwyn gives him an easy smile.
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Travin looks down at his body confused and then begins to flex like Kerwyn used to do, "Travin the Trader yeh yeh, has a nice rings to it hmm, trader Travin yeh! Strongs indeed hmm! Can we comes in? Trader and Courier and the rest? Yeh yeh!"
A deep sigh, then Dageron pulls back his visor. "We are marked couriers on official dispatch from Mithrandir and the Ivory Tower. We need audience with the King and Queen urgently." He reaches over and pulls the AURYN from whomever has it, not taking it from them, just showing it.
Skot flies over to Travin and circles lazily around his head, taking in all the things he is carrying….looking for anything that could be easily swiped. He flies upside down so he hangs nose to nose with Travin, head cocked at a jaunty angle. “Fairy?! I’m no fairy! I’m a sprite! Thea’s sprite and noble protector!” He nods with an impish grin. “I’d never say no to a lift though! Thanks my friend! I’m Skot by the way. And you are…?”
Thea stays near the back taking all of this in. She tries to carry her tiny frame as regally as she can, back straight, chin up. Her shimmering white hair hangs down her back and she’s dressed in her nicest dress for the occasion of meeting a king and queen and she’s thinking hard about what she should say and do. When the guard casually mentions about the death of a unicorn, she catches her breath and takes a step back. She finger brushes her bangs down to hide the mark on her forehead that starts to glow as her heart races. She looks bewildered at her reaction and shakes her head, focusing on the task at hand. Hearing Dageron speak and show the Auryn, she finds her voice and says, “Please! It’s terribly important we have the audience. For the safety of your realm and all the others. We are all facing a great threat!”
"Travin!" Travin happily replies to the sprite, "Travin has never mets a sprite, yeh yeh, where is Skot from? Hmm" Travin takes particular notice as the sprite flies around him, a little too close to Travin's collection of shiniest for his own comfort. "What does Skot protects Thea here from? Hmm is Skot a knight? Travin Mets some knights but they was foxes! Yeh yeh" it is apparent that Travin's entire attention has been taken away from the guard in quite an abrupt manner.
In a bid to keep the guard focused, Dageron adds, "...In accordance with the customs of all nations we have declared our status as official dispatch couriers to your nation. We are honored to be here, and to meet you, and entrust in you the sacred task of honoring our purpose and station. Can you bring us before your king and queen with great haste?"
Skot, lounging across the arms of the little chair and pulling out his pipe to smoke, casually kicks a little leg back and forth in the air. “Pleased to meet you, Travin.” He blows little tiny smoke rings. “I’m no knight but I pity anyone that comes across my blade or poison arrows! I was sent to protect Thea and that’s what I’ll do! Anyone that tries to hurt her will have to answer to me!” More puffs and smoke rings. “No idea where I came from now you ask….just one day…poof! I just was!” He offers his little pipe to Travin. Think we can bribe the guard with a good smoke?”
Kerwyn goes from a relaxed traveler trying to make his way into the castle and assess the lay of the land to an Auryn bearer seeking an urgent audience with the King, and not of his making. “Pshaw.” he says, frustrated. He puts the Auryn back underneath his shirt, preserving any chest hairs that remain intact. “We were just getting to know each other. He might have been an old friend of mine. You guys are spoilsports. But I guess it would be good to come in and tell you guys the whole deal. The whole, big, fat, hairy dealio. ‘Cause it’s a doozy. I bet you’ll be surprised right out of your shorts. Can you help us out? We need to see about having a sit down with the king.”
Skot, seeming to be a total slacker perks up when he gets a request from Thea. “Here, be a good egg and hold this for me, will ya?” He passes off his pipe to Travin after one last sweet drag then goes invisible to fly above the guard’s head and into the door. (Stealth 17) He takes a look around for Thea.
"Persnickety. That's quite a word!" The Guard says as he retracts his hand. "I understand though. Used to have a donkey when I was a kid. Kibble, his name was. Sweet donkey, but mean as hell. Just assume bite you as look at you. One time kicked the neighbor kid so hard he shat his breeches. Loved that old donkey..."
The guard thought a moment.
"Anything happened near here? Nah, nothing really. There was rumors of some circus getting blown to smithereens up north two or three weeks ago. Some battle out in the Faron Woods a month or two before that. I...let's see...well, of course Keldor has been up to things down around Snake Mountain but that's almost an inside joke nowadays. Course we hear all sorts of rumors coming in from the outside but 'round here? No sir. Nothing."
He starts to answer Travin, then hear's Dageron's word's and shifts gears. His eyes land on the AURYN...
"A Courier you say? For the King? Mythical whatsis? Wait now, hold on lass, you're all outrunning me here..."
He holds a hand up to Thea, not necessarily to shush her, but just to give himself a little breathing room while he works on what to do next. He waves his partner over and they begin having a hushed conversation.
“You know. Skivvies. Underwear. Where your skid marks lie. Just want you to be sitting down when we have this conversation. Cause it will blow your shorts right offa ya.”
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Travin begins hacking and coughing as he inhales a little too eagerly from the tiny pipe, nearly sucking the entire thing into his mouth, "oh wow, ahhh pipe is strongs hmmm yeh yeh!" Travin wanders a little around the guard to see if he can catch the attention of more of the guards, smoke still billowing from him as he burns the dried vegetation in the pipe down to nothing. "Travin wonders ifs Travin can sees a supervisor hmmm? Travin has to see important peoples yeh yeh!"
Skot takes a fly about behind the gate in his invisible form and….just as he tries to filch some shiny prize..he jumps (not that anyone could see it) when he hears Thea’s voice in his head - “Don’t do anything naughty, Skot!” He mutters to himself, “Never get to have any fun….” Once he sees there’s nothing afoot and the guards seem happy and all seems peaceful he sulks his way back, landing on the chair Travin provided and reappearing. He reaches for his pipe, puffs some puffs and sighs happily. He gives Thea a little salute…all is well! He does snicker at the talk of underwear.
The guard looks side eyed at his partner, scratches his chin when asked about a supervisor. He mutters something to his partner, who nods and steps through the gate.
When the other guard returns, he is being followed by a guard whose helmet has a huge, red feather hanging from the top of it.
"I am Captain Percival, today's Captain of the Guard. My men say you've had some odd things to say and seem to need help they cannot render. What can I do for you?"
Without skipping a beat, Dageron once again pulls out the AURYN, giving the bearer a grim, toothy expression if they complain. "Well met Captain. We are marked couriers of the Ivory Tower and Mithrandir. We have been instructed to deliver urgent news to King Randor and request safe conduct to him at once. We are prepared to surrender arms if needs be."
"marked couriers! Yeh yeh" Parrots Travin, whilst stretching out his patchwork robe to show the Captain of the Guard his messily scrawled upside down name of Mithrandir written there, Trav gives a thumbs up and a wide smile, assuming that he is indeed the pinnacle of helpfulness.
The guard smiles and nods to Kerwyn.
"Your mount is lovely!" He says, looking away from Travin and eyeballing Ol' Ironsides with genuine awe and curiosity. "Does...can I pet it? He? Her? But yes, the castle is beautiful, isn't it? And Faron Woods is a lovely place! I've been there before but...you know...not since all the trouble began a few months ago. Death of one of the last unicorns and all that, they say. Been on gate duty since then."
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Dageron reassesses his companions quietly. He refrains from facepalming as best he can. So much for a plan...
One of Ole Ironside’s flails drops down in curiosity as the guard puts his hand forward. Kerwyn steps between them, laughing. “No, that’s probably not a good idea. He’s a little persnickety about who pets him, his shell will start to glimmer and he gets a little … cranky. I’ll put him in a stable, don’t worry. Look, but don’t touch. Hah!”
“So, all of the trouble a few months ago. Strange thing, that. Has anything happened near here? Any danger around this way? Have you seen any … action?” Kerwyn gives him an easy smile.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Travin looks down at his body confused and then begins to flex like Kerwyn used to do, "Travin the Trader yeh yeh, has a nice rings to it hmm, trader Travin yeh! Strongs indeed hmm! Can we comes in? Trader and Courier and the rest? Yeh yeh!"
A deep sigh, then Dageron pulls back his visor. "We are marked couriers on official dispatch from Mithrandir and the Ivory Tower. We need audience with the King and Queen urgently." He reaches over and pulls the AURYN from whomever has it, not taking it from them, just showing it.
Skot flies over to Travin and circles lazily around his head, taking in all the things he is carrying….looking for anything that could be easily swiped. He flies upside down so he hangs nose to nose with Travin, head cocked at a jaunty angle. “Fairy?! I’m no fairy! I’m a sprite! Thea’s sprite and noble protector!” He nods with an impish grin. “I’d never say no to a lift though! Thanks my friend! I’m Skot by the way. And you are…?”
Thea stays near the back taking all of this in. She tries to carry her tiny frame as regally as she can, back straight, chin up. Her shimmering white hair hangs down her back and she’s dressed in her nicest dress for the occasion of meeting a king and queen and she’s thinking hard about what she should say and do. When the guard casually mentions about the death of a unicorn, she catches her breath and takes a step back. She finger brushes her bangs down to hide the mark on her forehead that starts to glow as her heart races. She looks bewildered at her reaction and shakes her head, focusing on the task at hand. Hearing Dageron speak and show the Auryn, she finds her voice and says, “Please! It’s terribly important we have the audience. For the safety of your realm and all the others. We are all facing a great threat!”
"Travin!" Travin happily replies to the sprite, "Travin has never mets a sprite, yeh yeh, where is Skot from? Hmm" Travin takes particular notice as the sprite flies around him, a little too close to Travin's collection of shiniest for his own comfort. "What does Skot protects Thea here from? Hmm is Skot a knight? Travin Mets some knights but they was foxes! Yeh yeh" it is apparent that Travin's entire attention has been taken away from the guard in quite an abrupt manner.
In a bid to keep the guard focused, Dageron adds, "...In accordance with the customs of all nations we have declared our status as official dispatch couriers to your nation. We are honored to be here, and to meet you, and entrust in you the sacred task of honoring our purpose and station. Can you bring us before your king and queen with great haste?"
Skot, lounging across the arms of the little chair and pulling out his pipe to smoke, casually kicks a little leg back and forth in the air. “Pleased to meet you, Travin.” He blows little tiny smoke rings. “I’m no knight but I pity anyone that comes across my blade or poison arrows! I was sent to protect Thea and that’s what I’ll do! Anyone that tries to hurt her will have to answer to me!” More puffs and smoke rings. “No idea where I came from now you ask….just one day…poof! I just was!” He offers his little pipe to Travin. Think we can bribe the guard with a good smoke?”
Thea moves to stand next to Dageron, trying to look official as she can. “Please!”
Kerwyn goes from a relaxed traveler trying to make his way into the castle and assess the lay of the land to an Auryn bearer seeking an urgent audience with the King, and not of his making. “Pshaw.” he says, frustrated. He puts the Auryn back underneath his shirt, preserving any chest hairs that remain intact. “We were just getting to know each other. He might have been an old friend of mine. You guys are spoilsports. But I guess it would be good to come in and tell you guys the whole deal. The whole, big, fat, hairy dealio. ‘Cause it’s a doozy. I bet you’ll be surprised right out of your shorts. Can you help us out? We need to see about having a sit down with the king.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Skot, seeming to be a total slacker perks up when he gets a request from Thea. “Here, be a good egg and hold this for me, will ya?” He passes off his pipe to Travin after one last sweet drag then goes invisible to fly above the guard’s head and into the door. (Stealth 17) He takes a look around for Thea.
"Persnickety. That's quite a word!" The Guard says as he retracts his hand. "I understand though. Used to have a donkey when I was a kid. Kibble, his name was. Sweet donkey, but mean as hell. Just assume bite you as look at you. One time kicked the neighbor kid so hard he shat his breeches. Loved that old donkey..."
The guard thought a moment.
"Anything happened near here? Nah, nothing really. There was rumors of some circus getting blown to smithereens up north two or three weeks ago. Some battle out in the Faron Woods a month or two before that. I...let's see...well, of course Keldor has been up to things down around Snake Mountain but that's almost an inside joke nowadays. Course we hear all sorts of rumors coming in from the outside but 'round here? No sir. Nothing."
He starts to answer Travin, then hear's Dageron's word's and shifts gears. His eyes land on the AURYN...
"A Courier you say? For the King? Mythical whatsis? Wait now, hold on lass, you're all outrunning me here..."
He holds a hand up to Thea, not necessarily to shush her, but just to give himself a little breathing room while he works on what to do next. He waves his partner over and they begin having a hushed conversation.
"What are shorts?"
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“You know. Skivvies. Underwear. Where your skid marks lie. Just want you to be sitting down when we have this conversation. Cause it will blow your shorts right offa ya.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Travin begins hacking and coughing as he inhales a little too eagerly from the tiny pipe, nearly sucking the entire thing into his mouth, "oh wow, ahhh pipe is strongs hmmm yeh yeh!" Travin wanders a little around the guard to see if he can catch the attention of more of the guards, smoke still billowing from him as he burns the dried vegetation in the pipe down to nothing. "Travin wonders ifs Travin can sees a supervisor hmmm? Travin has to see important peoples yeh yeh!"
Skot takes a fly about behind the gate in his invisible form and….just as he tries to filch some shiny prize..he jumps (not that anyone could see it) when he hears Thea’s voice in his head - “Don’t do anything naughty, Skot!” He mutters to himself, “Never get to have any fun….” Once he sees there’s nothing afoot and the guards seem happy and all seems peaceful he sulks his way back, landing on the chair Travin provided and reappearing. He reaches for his pipe, puffs some puffs and sighs happily. He gives Thea a little salute…all is well! He does snicker at the talk of underwear.
The guard looks side eyed at his partner, scratches his chin when asked about a supervisor. He mutters something to his partner, who nods and steps through the gate.
When the other guard returns, he is being followed by a guard whose helmet has a huge, red feather hanging from the top of it.
"I am Captain Percival, today's Captain of the Guard. My men say you've had some odd things to say and seem to need help they cannot render. What can I do for you?"
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Without skipping a beat, Dageron once again pulls out the AURYN, giving the bearer a grim, toothy expression if they complain. "Well met Captain. We are marked couriers of the Ivory Tower and Mithrandir. We have been instructed to deliver urgent news to King Randor and request safe conduct to him at once. We are prepared to surrender arms if needs be."
"marked couriers! Yeh yeh" Parrots Travin, whilst stretching out his patchwork robe to show the Captain of the Guard his messily scrawled upside down name of Mithrandir written there, Trav gives a thumbs up and a wide smile, assuming that he is indeed the pinnacle of helpfulness.