Hotspur rubs his hands together in anticipation as he prepares to enter his 'favored terrain': the common room of a tavern. He adjusts his cap, checks his breath, and saunters inside, fully prepared for all eyes to be on him.
He marches to the bar, smiling, and signals the barkeep. "Good man, my friends and I have just arrived from the eastern provinces, and have been journeying all day. We are thirsty and weary and looking for a place that can meet both our needs for the night. Tell me, sir, is there any room at the inn?"
Hotspur finds no eyes upon him at all when he enters, pushing open the door the group find themselves in a deserted common room. Stools surround a single large table and barrels line the far wall. A stout man with a magnificent red beard and a filthy apron enters from a door there. He looks cautious, yet hopeful. “Hello to you, good people. Welcome to my inn. Er… if you don’t mind my asking, what are you doing in Maiden’s Vale at this late hour? From the coast?”
" I''ve a single guest room...or can always set up a straw pallet here. And I've small beer and ale, stocks are a little reduced currently..", his eyes flick to the door with a hint of annoyance.
His eyes seem to roam the group of them as if searching for something, " Are you calling on kin perhaps? We don't get many visitors here."
Morseth enters the Inn and finds a chair for Solly. He then asks the bearded man "Do you know where I can find clean cloth for bandages. This man is injured?"
Tana enters closely behind Hotspur, quickly glancing about once inside the inn. She nods in Hotspur's direction as he walks up the bar, trusting that he will handle any means of conversation. She then moves to the window to see if she can spot anything interesting about the manor from an inn window.
(Perception: 19)
Whilst little can be seen within the manor apart from some vague shadows and firelight through the shuttered windows the walls are reinforced with millstones and the door and shutters are of thick oak. From the sound of things over the rain there are at least a dozen men within..perhaps more.
"Kin? Well, quite possibly, my father left bastards all over the place. But we are just stopping for a night or two on our tour of the countryside. Say, it looks pretty roomy in here. Are we your only guests? We have a few more compatriots out in the woods, including an old crone that we should probably get out of the weather for the night. She might melt or petrify or something if we just leave her there. Shall I send for the others? What is your rate to rent the whole place?"
"Kin? Well, quite possibly, my father left bastards all over the place. But we are just stopping for a night or two on our tour of the countryside. Say, it looks pretty roomy in here. Are we your only guests? We have a few more compatriots out in the woods, including an old crone that we should probably get out of the weather for the night. She might melt or petrify or something if we just leave her there. Shall I send for the others? What is your rate to rent the whole place?"
" Names Bulbin, and yes....your the only guests."
He stopped when more compatriots were mentioned, " In the woods? Not the manor? And with an old woman in tow?"
" Yes....bring them I think..."
" If your offering to pay then I think I've made up my mind about you."
Slipping quietly outside Hotspur signalled the others and ushered them within.
Morseth enters the Inn and finds a chair for Solly. He then asks the bearded man "Do you know where I can find clean cloth for bandages. This man is injured?"
As the others entered Bulbin looked concerned for a moment at their arms and armour but then saw Solly, " Solly? Are these friends of yours?"
" Aye, Bulbin. Kin of Sir Olvar."
At those words Bulbin brightened considerably then hurried to the door and spoke quickly with someone within.
“Sprout, go and get Sethun. He’ll want to meet our visitors, I’m sure. And they’ll be interested to meet him, or I’m a fool.”
A young boy emerges and then slips outside and runs off into the rain.
Bulbin fetches some strips of linen to use as bandages.
A short time later, the boy returns, accompanied by a gaggle of frightened looking townsfolk. They eye you all with suspicion.
“It’s all right, Sethun. They’re here for Lady Angela. This gentleman here is her and Sir Olvars kin!” said Bulbin, cheerfully but a little unsure as to who was related to who exactly..
The leader of the group, a small, care-worn man apparently named Sethun, comes forward to peer at you. “If that’s true, you come in just the nick of time. I beg of you sires, bring back our dear Sir Olvar, and rid this town of that terrible she-devil, Queen Fhionn.”
Morseth takes the strips of linen "Thank you Bulbin"he then applies the linen strips to Solly's wounds "Now get some rest and have one of your town mates change your bandages every few days"
Morseth keeps some of the linen strips in the event someone else becomes injured
Thatch pulls his cloak tight against the rain and ushers the hinny and Mother Clay through the town and to the inn, spending time to make sure both the hinny is settled in the inn’s small stable and Mother Clay is settled by the fire in the common room. He naturally slides back to a corner of the room, but speaks up when the newcomer asks for their help “Queen Fhionn? I thought Le Cloche took the town and the manor house? How are the two connected?”
Mizzen, Tana, Teryl and Hotspur made their way down into the village through the unmanned gate.
Keeping to the shadows as best they could in the heavy rain, the single street is empty and the cottages have shuttered windows, though Teryls keen ears pick up muttered conversations within a few of them.
Many are decorated with charms to ward off evil spirits: sprigs of heather, dried frogs and rabbits’ feet.
You reach the central cobbled square, with the manor house standing proudly on its north side. Opposite the manor is the small inn. There is a faint light from within.
A bearded face peers out at you from the door of the inn, then ducks inside. However, the door remains ajar.
Across the square the manor house casts a moon-shadow across it, black and foreboding. A figure appears at an upper window, silhouetted in firelight for a moment, watching you. But when you look up, it retreats from view and seconds later shutters are closed across the window from the inside. You can hear many rough voices singing in the hall, the rhythmic banging of metal on tables, and breaking crockery.
"This place give me the creeps..." He mutters to no-one in particular as he steps inside into the inn behind all of his teammates
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The leader of the group, a small, care-worn man apparently named Sethun, comes forward to peer at you. “If that’s true, you come in just the nick of time. I beg of you sires, bring back our dear Sir Olvar, and rid this town of that terrible she-devil, Queen Fhionn.”
Valor assesses the group as he enters, they seemed sincerely supportive of his cousins. He hoped his faith in them wouldn't be misplaced and that they wouldn't betray his group to Le Cloche. He throws his cloak over his shoulder, displaying his surcoat and shield.
"I am Syr Valor Dayne, cousin to Sir Olvar and the Lady Angela. I had come hoping to greet my cousins in the joy of their new child, but instead I find a town gripped in fear and sorrow. If it be in my power, I would return this place to joy and return my cousins to their rightful place. Any information or help you can provide us in this endeavor will not be forgotten."
As Valor announces himself, Hotspur grabs his lute and plays a little fanfare. As his cousin concludes, he adds, "It will not be forgotten because your names will be immortalized in the victory song I shall compose to commemorate our heroics. All for a little information, and a pint of ale to get my creative juices flowing..."
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Argyle followed Valor and the others into the inn, gripping the hilt of his sheathed shortsword angrily as he listened to the ruckus across the square. it was one thing to steal from someone... but to depose them from their home? And THEN to treat it like trash? And with that, he'd already decided that these men's actions were unforgivable.
Then Valor spoke. He'd determine when to right this wrong, thought the bondsman.
"I am Syr Valor Dayne, cousin to Sir Olvar and the Lady Angela. I had--"
The sudden introduction of a fanfare caused Argyle to look over. Of course. Hotspur. And then once Valor had finished, the bard made sure to redirect the focus:
"...All for a little information, and a pint of ale to get my creative juices flowing..."
The bondsman just shook his head, and tried vehemently to remember that this was his master's cousin, who had just saved him moments earlier.
Quickly giving up on that, and trying to distract his mind otherwise, he turned and looked over the townsfolk who had entered behind them, trying to assess how many, if any, were fit to be a threat... or of assistance to the coming fight.
Morseth takes the strips of linen "Thank you Bulbin"he then applies the linen strips to Solly's wounds "Now get some rest and have one of your town mates change your bandages every few days"
Morseth keeps some of the linen strips in the event someone else becomes injured
Bulbin takes Solly by the arm and takes him through to the back room to lie down.
Thatch pulls his cloak tight against the rain and ushers the hinny and Mother Clay through the town and to the inn, spending time to make sure both the hinny is settled in the inn’s small stable and Mother Clay is settled by the fire in the common room. He naturally slides back to a corner of the room, but speaks up when the newcomer asks for their help “Queen Fhionn? I thought Le Cloche took the town and the manor house? How are the two connected?”
Sethun nodded to the young lad, " Aye, Le Cloche has the town but if Sir Olvar comes back he'll sort him right out. But The White Queen will take the wee ones soul come morning..."
" Connected? No connection...Le Cloche just took his chance when it was known Sir Olvar was gone.. I'm not sure he's even thought far enough ahead as to how he's going to prove himself should the Baron become involved."
Mizzen, Tana, Teryl and Hotspur made their way down into the village through the unmanned gate.
Keeping to the shadows as best they could in the heavy rain, the single street is empty and the cottages have shuttered windows, though Teryls keen ears pick up muttered conversations within a few of them.
Many are decorated with charms to ward off evil spirits: sprigs of heather, dried frogs and rabbits’ feet.
You reach the central cobbled square, with the manor house standing proudly on its north side. Opposite the manor is the small inn. There is a faint light from within.
A bearded face peers out at you from the door of the inn, then ducks inside. However, the door remains ajar.
Across the square the manor house casts a moon-shadow across it, black and foreboding. A figure appears at an upper window, silhouetted in firelight for a moment, watching you. But when you look up, it retreats from view and seconds later shutters are closed across the window from the inside. You can hear many rough voices singing in the hall, the rhythmic banging of metal on tables, and breaking crockery.
"This place give me the creeps..." He mutters to no-one in particular as he steps inside into the inn behind all of his teammates
The leader of the group, a small, care-worn man apparently named Sethun, comes forward to peer at you. “If that’s true, you come in just the nick of time. I beg of you sires, bring back our dear Sir Olvar, and rid this town of that terrible she-devil, Queen Fhionn.”
Valor assesses the group as he enters, they seemed sincerely supportive of his cousins. He hoped his faith in them wouldn't be misplaced and that they wouldn't betray his group to Le Cloche. He throws his cloak over his shoulder, displaying his surcoat and shield.
"I am Syr Valor Dayne, cousin to Sir Olvar and the Lady Angela. I had come hoping to greet my cousins in the joy of their new child, but instead I find a town gripped in fear and sorrow. If it be in my power, I would return this place to joy and return my cousins to their rightful place. Any information or help you can provide us in this endeavor will not be forgotten."
Sethun nodded to Sir Dayne and declined his head, " It is best you go see Lady Angela as soon as possible. She’s taken refuge from Le Cloche in her cook’s cottage, where she awaits news of her husband, Sir Olvar. She is beside herself with worry for her husband, and for her child, the poor thing.”
" Sir Olvar went to confront Queen Fhionn, but none have ever returned from there."
As Valor announces himself, Hotspur grabs his lute and plays a little fanfare. As his cousin concludes, he adds, "It will not be forgotten because your names will be immortalized in the victory song I shall compose to commemorate our heroics. All for a little information, and a pint of ale to get my creative juices flowing..."
Argyle followed Valor and the others into the inn, gripping the hilt of his sheathed shortsword angrily as he listened to the ruckus across the square. it was one thing to steal from someone... but to depose them from their home? And THEN to treat it like trash? And with that, he'd already decided that these men's actions were unforgivable.
Then Valor spoke. He'd determine when to right this wrong, thought the bondsman.
"I am Syr Valor Dayne, cousin to Sir Olvar and the Lady Angela. I had--"
The sudden introduction of a fanfare caused Argyle to look over. Of course. Hotspur. And then once Valor had finished, the bard made sure to redirect the focus:
"...All for a little information, and a pint of ale to get my creative juices flowing..."
The bondsman just shook his head, and tried vehemently to remember that this was his master's cousin, who had just saved him moments earlier.
Quickly giving up on that, and trying to distract his mind otherwise, he turned and looked over the townsfolk who had entered behind them, trying to assess how many, if any, were fit to be a threat... or of assistance to the coming fight.
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Most of the men and women are in their elder years and though strong of arm from toil he doubted any had ever touched a weapon other than a knife or bow. They all appeared to be very frightened of current events.
Hotspur spies the fighter's frown, and decides to press his luck.
"A sample of my talent, dedicated to my dear friend here:
(Singing) Argyle, the swordsman, he has a checkered past.
He once had a girlfriend, but it didn't last.
He comes from a village, far off in the east.
Quick with a shortsword, to say the very least.
One day he traveled, down a country road,
searching for glory, or a pot of gold..." (The bard frowns at the awkward rhyme but keeps singing)
"He came 'pon a maiden, sitting in the mud,
her beauty and grace they stirred his fiery blood,
'How may I help thee?' he asked on bended knee,
Bewitched by her beauty, he did not think to flee,
Grateful, she answered, 'milord I have one wish,
My curse you can dispel with a single tender kiss,
An evil witch hath caught me, in this cursed trap,
If you release me, I'll sit upon your lap,
Ever so grateful, you'll have my love alway,
If you but kiss me, I'll serve thee every day.'
Filled with desire, the fighter leaned in close,
and tenderly planted a smooch upon her nose.
The girl was surrounded, by an eldritch cloud,
The spell was undone now, her freedom was allowed.
The smoke cleared, and Argyle, saw standing in the puddle,
A great sow, a porker, she came over for a cuddle.
The moral of the story, you don't have deep to dig,
Always help a lady, but never kiss a pig!"
He finishes with a final riff on the lute, and bows.
At the end of the song there were a number of chuckles among the group and the mood lightened a little though the oppressive constant hammer of the rain did not let up.
Sethun grinned and clasped Hotspurs hand, " Make you way to Lady Angela. Her spirits need lifting more than ours.", he finished grimly.
Argyle reddened as the meaning of the song dawned on him. "Why that...!" He did his best to stoically ignore the tune, and the ensuing chuckles. It wasn't until Sethun acted that the bondsman leaned over to Valor and whispered, "With your permission, sire, I'm going to go scout the manor house. No combat, of course." Then, apparently forgetting to actually wait for permission, he quietly made his way behind the crowd and slipped out the inn.
Argyle reddened as the meaning of the song dawned on him. "Why that...!" He did his best to stoically ignore the tune, and the ensuing chuckles. It wasn't until Sethun acted that the bondsman leaned over to Valor and whispered, "With your permission, sire, I'm going to go scout the manor house. No combat, of course." Then, apparently forgetting to actually wait for permission, he quietly made his way behind the crowd and slipped out the inn.
Tana, having been watching out the window for this duration of time, raises an eyebrow as Argyle slips out. She casts a quick glance over at the rest of the group before silently following the bondsman out of the inn.
"Going somewhere in particular?" She steps up beside him, feather-like on her feet.
"Oh," began Argyle, not having expected to have to explain himself suddenly. "Well, really, I'm just getting out of there for a minute." He didn't know why he said that, so he quickly continued, "Decided I'd check out the manor house. Maybe get a good look at the layout and all, since we'll probably be storming the place soon." He glanced over at Tana, and remembered--she was a healer, but also had some magic, along with other... odd abilities. Part of being a druid, most likely, but still, it might present an opportunity for them, he thought.
"As long as we keep our distance, there shouldn't be an issue. But... I don't suppose you've got a spell that can let us know what's going on inside?"It was a long shot, but worth asking, the bondsman figured.
"Oh," began Argyle, not having expected to have to explain himself suddenly. "Well, really, I'm just getting out of there for a minute." He didn't know why he said that, so he quickly continued, "Decided I'd check out the manor house. Maybe get a good look at the layout and all, since we'll probably be storming the place soon." He glanced over at Tana, and remembered--she was a healer, but also had some magic, along with other... odd abilities. Part of being a druid, most likely, but still, it might present an opportunity for them, he thought.
"Hm, I suppose so," she glances over at the house, "I believe I saw someone hovering around one of the windows earlier. Definitely might be worthwhile to get a feel of the place."
"As long as we keep our distance, there shouldn't be an issue. But... I don't suppose you've got a spell that can let us know what's going on inside?"It was a long shot, but worth asking, the bondsman figured.
She shakes her head, "Unfortunately not. Unless you can find a little critter around here, I could perhaps get them to spy in for us." She glances around for a moment as if searching for a small creature to communicate with before looking back over at Argyle.
Sethun nodded to Sir Dayne and declined his head, " It is best you go see Lady Angela as soon as possible. She’s taken refuge from Le Cloche in her cook’s cottage, where she awaits news of her husband, Sir Olvar. She is beside herself with worry for her husband, and for her child, the poor thing.”
" Sir Olvar went to confront Queen Fhionn, but none have ever returned from there."
Valor studiously chose to ignore the song. He knew Argyle could be touchy about his honor, and there seemed little love lost between him and Hotspur. He could hardly imagine two different people, yet he relied upon both of them.
"I agree, it would be best to get to the Lady as soon as possible." He looks around at his group, and realizes Argyle and Tana are not present. "Teryl, would you go and see what Tana and Argyle are up to. If they're scouting the area, see if you can help them, but let them know where we're going. Thatch, why don't you go with him, you're quiet enough, and none would suspect a stablehand. Morseth, please make sure Mother Clay is able to travel, the Lady and her child will still likely need her assistance."
Argyle reddened as the meaning of the song dawned on him. "Why that...!" He did his best to stoically ignore the tune, and the ensuing chuckles. It wasn't until Sethun acted that the bondsman leaned over to Valor and whispered, "With your permission, sire, I'm going to go scout the manor house. No combat, of course." Then, apparently forgetting to actually wait for permission, he quietly made his way behind the crowd and slipped out the inn.
Tana, having been watching out the window for this duration of time, raises an eyebrow as Argyle slips out. She casts a quick glance over at the rest of the group before silently following the bondsman out of the inn.
"Going somewhere in particular?" She steps up beside him, feather-like on her feet.
"Oh," began Argyle, not having expected to have to explain himself suddenly. "Well, really, I'm just getting out of there for a minute." He didn't know why he said that, so he quickly continued, "Decided I'd check out the manor house. Maybe get a good look at the layout and all, since we'll probably be storming the place soon." He glanced over at Tana, and remembered--she was a healer, but also had some magic, along with other... odd abilities. Part of being a druid, most likely, but still, it might present an opportunity for them, he thought.
"As long as we keep our distance, there shouldn't be an issue. But... I don't suppose you've got a spell that can let us know what's going on inside?"It was a long shot, but worth asking, the bondsman figured.
"Oh," began Argyle, not having expected to have to explain himself suddenly. "Well, really, I'm just getting out of there for a minute." He didn't know why he said that, so he quickly continued, "Decided I'd check out the manor house. Maybe get a good look at the layout and all, since we'll probably be storming the place soon." He glanced over at Tana, and remembered--she was a healer, but also had some magic, along with other... odd abilities. Part of being a druid, most likely, but still, it might present an opportunity for them, he thought.
"Hm, I suppose so," she glances over at the house, "I believe I saw someone hovering around one of the windows earlier. Definitely might be worthwhile to get a feel of the place."
"As long as we keep our distance, there shouldn't be an issue. But... I don't suppose you've got a spell that can let us know what's going on inside?"It was a long shot, but worth asking, the bondsman figured.
She shakes her head, "Unfortunately not. Unless you can find a little critter around here, I could perhaps get them to spy in for us." She glances around for a moment as if searching for a small creature to communicate with before looking back over at Argyle.
She is certain there must be barn swallows or harvest mice or the like around but the driving rain has them all staying well out of sight.
Sethun nodded to Sir Dayne and declined his head, " It is best you go see Lady Angela as soon as possible. She’s taken refuge from Le Cloche in her cook’s cottage, where she awaits news of her husband, Sir Olvar. She is beside herself with worry for her husband, and for her child, the poor thing.”
" Sir Olvar went to confront Queen Fhionn, but none have ever returned from there."
Valor studiously chose to ignore the song. He knew Argyle could be touchy about his honor, and there seemed little love lost between him and Hotspur. He could hardly imagine two different people, yet he relied upon both of them.
"I agree, it would be best to get to the Lady as soon as possible." He looks around at his group, and realizes Argyle and Tana are not present. "Teryl, would you go and see what Tana and Argyle are up to. If they're scouting the area, see if you can help them, but let them know where we're going. Thatch, why don't you go with him, you're quiet enough, and none would suspect a stablehand. Morseth, please make sure Mother Clay is able to travel, the Lady and her child will still likely need her assistance."
"Of course Sir Dayne"says Morseth. He tends to Mother Clay and tries to make her comfortable.
Sethun pointed out the door down the road, " The road leads to a bridge over a stream. By the bank is a low cottage with a mill wheel, clogged with weeds. Thats Gayble the manor cooks cottage, you'll find Lady Angela and the poor babe there."
" The Storm water has raised the stream, and waters across the street, so watch your step."
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Hotspur finds no eyes upon him at all when he enters, pushing open the door the group find themselves in a deserted common room. Stools surround a single large table and barrels line the far wall. A stout man with a magnificent red beard and a filthy apron enters from a door there. He looks cautious, yet hopeful. “Hello to you, good people. Welcome to my inn. Er… if you don’t mind my asking, what are you doing in Maiden’s Vale at this late hour? From the coast?”
" I''ve a single guest room...or can always set up a straw pallet here. And I've small beer and ale, stocks are a little reduced currently..", his eyes flick to the door with a hint of annoyance.
His eyes seem to roam the group of them as if searching for something, " Are you calling on kin perhaps? We don't get many visitors here."
Morseth enters the Inn and finds a chair for Solly. He then asks the bearded man "Do you know where I can find clean cloth for bandages. This man is injured?"
Whilst little can be seen within the manor apart from some vague shadows and firelight through the shuttered windows the walls are reinforced with millstones and the door and shutters are of thick oak. From the sound of things over the rain there are at least a dozen men within..perhaps more.
"Kin? Well, quite possibly, my father left bastards all over the place. But we are just stopping for a night or two on our tour of the countryside. Say, it looks pretty roomy in here. Are we your only guests? We have a few more compatriots out in the woods, including an old crone that we should probably get out of the weather for the night. She might melt or petrify or something if we just leave her there. Shall I send for the others? What is your rate to rent the whole place?"
" Names Bulbin, and yes....your the only guests."
He stopped when more compatriots were mentioned, " In the woods? Not the manor? And with an old woman in tow?"
" Yes....bring them I think..."
" If your offering to pay then I think I've made up my mind about you."
Slipping quietly outside Hotspur signalled the others and ushered them within.
As the others entered Bulbin looked concerned for a moment at their arms and armour but then saw Solly, " Solly? Are these friends of yours?"
" Aye, Bulbin. Kin of Sir Olvar."
At those words Bulbin brightened considerably then hurried to the door and spoke quickly with someone within.
“Sprout, go and get Sethun. He’ll want to meet our visitors, I’m sure. And they’ll be interested to meet him, or I’m a fool.”
A young boy emerges and then slips outside and runs off into the rain.
Bulbin fetches some strips of linen to use as bandages.
A short time later, the boy returns, accompanied by a gaggle of frightened looking townsfolk. They eye you all with suspicion.
“It’s all right, Sethun. They’re here for Lady Angela. This gentleman here is her and Sir Olvars kin!” said Bulbin, cheerfully but a little unsure as to who was related to who exactly..
The leader of the group, a small, care-worn man apparently named Sethun, comes forward to peer at you. “If that’s true, you come in just the nick of time. I beg of you sires, bring back our dear Sir Olvar, and rid this town of that terrible she-devil, Queen Fhionn.”
Morseth takes the strips of linen "Thank you Bulbin" he then applies the linen strips to Solly's wounds "Now get some rest and have one of your town mates change your bandages every few days"
Morseth keeps some of the linen strips in the event someone else becomes injured
Thatch pulls his cloak tight against the rain and ushers the hinny and Mother Clay through the town and to the inn, spending time to make sure both the hinny is settled in the inn’s small stable and Mother Clay is settled by the fire in the common room. He naturally slides back to a corner of the room, but speaks up when the newcomer asks for their help “Queen Fhionn? I thought Le Cloche took the town and the manor house? How are the two connected?”
Although hesitant, Mizzen moves behind Hotspur, Tana and Teryl as they look for a safe place to stay for the night
"This place give me the creeps..." He mutters to no-one in particular as he steps inside into the inn behind all of his teammates
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Valor assesses the group as he enters, they seemed sincerely supportive of his cousins. He hoped his faith in them wouldn't be misplaced and that they wouldn't betray his group to Le Cloche. He throws his cloak over his shoulder, displaying his surcoat and shield.
"I am Syr Valor Dayne, cousin to Sir Olvar and the Lady Angela. I had come hoping to greet my cousins in the joy of their new child, but instead I find a town gripped in fear and sorrow. If it be in my power, I would return this place to joy and return my cousins to their rightful place. Any information or help you can provide us in this endeavor will not be forgotten."
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As Valor announces himself, Hotspur grabs his lute and plays a little fanfare. As his cousin concludes, he adds, "It will not be forgotten because your names will be immortalized in the victory song I shall compose to commemorate our heroics. All for a little information, and a pint of ale to get my creative juices flowing..."
Argyle followed Valor and the others into the inn, gripping the hilt of his sheathed shortsword angrily as he listened to the ruckus across the square. it was one thing to steal from someone... but to depose them from their home? And THEN to treat it like trash? And with that, he'd already decided that these men's actions were unforgivable.
Then Valor spoke. He'd determine when to right this wrong, thought the bondsman.
The sudden introduction of a fanfare caused Argyle to look over. Of course. Hotspur. And then once Valor had finished, the bard made sure to redirect the focus:
The bondsman just shook his head, and tried vehemently to remember that this was his master's cousin, who had just saved him moments earlier.
Quickly giving up on that, and trying to distract his mind otherwise, he turned and looked over the townsfolk who had entered behind them, trying to assess how many, if any, were fit to be a threat... or of assistance to the coming fight.
(( Perception Check: 7 ))
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Hotspur spies the fighter's frown, and decides to press his luck.
"A sample of my talent, dedicated to my dear friend here:
(Singing) Argyle, the swordsman, he has a checkered past.
He once had a girlfriend, but it didn't last.
He comes from a village, far off in the east.
Quick with a shortsword, to say the very least.
One day he traveled, down a country road,
searching for glory, or a pot of gold..." (The bard frowns at the awkward rhyme but keeps singing)
"He came 'pon a maiden, sitting in the mud,
her beauty and grace they stirred his fiery blood,
'How may I help thee?' he asked on bended knee,
Bewitched by her beauty, he did not think to flee,
Grateful, she answered, 'milord I have one wish,
My curse you can dispel with a single tender kiss,
An evil witch hath caught me, in this cursed trap,
If you release me, I'll sit upon your lap,
Ever so grateful, you'll have my love alway,
If you but kiss me, I'll serve thee every day.'
Filled with desire, the fighter leaned in close,
and tenderly planted a smooch upon her nose.
The girl was surrounded, by an eldritch cloud,
The spell was undone now, her freedom was allowed.
The smoke cleared, and Argyle, saw standing in the puddle,
A great sow, a porker, she came over for a cuddle.
The moral of the story, you don't have deep to dig,
Always help a lady, but never kiss a pig!"
He finishes with a final riff on the lute, and bows.
Bulbin takes Solly by the arm and takes him through to the back room to lie down.
Sethun nodded to the young lad, " Aye, Le Cloche has the town but if Sir Olvar comes back he'll sort him right out. But The White Queen will take the wee ones soul come morning..."
" Connected? No connection...Le Cloche just took his chance when it was known Sir Olvar was gone.. I'm not sure he's even thought far enough ahead as to how he's going to prove himself should the Baron become involved."
Sethun nodded to Sir Dayne and declined his head, " It is best you go see Lady Angela as soon as possible. She’s taken refuge from Le Cloche in her cook’s cottage, where she awaits news of her husband, Sir Olvar. She is beside herself with worry for her husband, and for her child, the poor thing.”
" Sir Olvar went to confront Queen Fhionn, but none have ever returned from there."
Most of the men and women are in their elder years and though strong of arm from toil he doubted any had ever touched a weapon other than a knife or bow. They all appeared to be very frightened of current events.
At the end of the song there were a number of chuckles among the group and the mood lightened a little though the oppressive constant hammer of the rain did not let up.
Sethun grinned and clasped Hotspurs hand, " Make you way to Lady Angela. Her spirits need lifting more than ours.", he finished grimly.
Argyle reddened as the meaning of the song dawned on him. "Why that...!" He did his best to stoically ignore the tune, and the ensuing chuckles. It wasn't until Sethun acted that the bondsman leaned over to Valor and whispered, "With your permission, sire, I'm going to go scout the manor house. No combat, of course." Then, apparently forgetting to actually wait for permission, he quietly made his way behind the crowd and slipped out the inn.
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Tana, having been watching out the window for this duration of time, raises an eyebrow as Argyle slips out. She casts a quick glance over at the rest of the group before silently following the bondsman out of the inn.
"Going somewhere in particular?" She steps up beside him, feather-like on her feet.
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"Oh," began Argyle, not having expected to have to explain himself suddenly. "Well, really, I'm just getting out of there for a minute." He didn't know why he said that, so he quickly continued, "Decided I'd check out the manor house. Maybe get a good look at the layout and all, since we'll probably be storming the place soon." He glanced over at Tana, and remembered--she was a healer, but also had some magic, along with other... odd abilities. Part of being a druid, most likely, but still, it might present an opportunity for them, he thought.
"As long as we keep our distance, there shouldn't be an issue. But... I don't suppose you've got a spell that can let us know what's going on inside?" It was a long shot, but worth asking, the bondsman figured.
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"Hm, I suppose so," she glances over at the house, "I believe I saw someone hovering around one of the windows earlier. Definitely might be worthwhile to get a feel of the place."
She shakes her head, "Unfortunately not. Unless you can find a little critter around here, I could perhaps get them to spy in for us." She glances around for a moment as if searching for a small creature to communicate with before looking back over at Argyle.
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Valor studiously chose to ignore the song. He knew Argyle could be touchy about his honor, and there seemed little love lost between him and Hotspur. He could hardly imagine two different people, yet he relied upon both of them.
"I agree, it would be best to get to the Lady as soon as possible." He looks around at his group, and realizes Argyle and Tana are not present. "Teryl, would you go and see what Tana and Argyle are up to. If they're scouting the area, see if you can help them, but let them know where we're going. Thatch, why don't you go with him, you're quiet enough, and none would suspect a stablehand. Morseth, please make sure Mother Clay is able to travel, the Lady and her child will still likely need her assistance."
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"Of course Sir Dayne" says Morseth. He tends to Mother Clay and tries to make her comfortable.
She is certain there must be barn swallows or harvest mice or the like around but the driving rain has them all staying well out of sight.
Sethun pointed out the door down the road, " The road leads to a bridge over a stream. By the bank is a low cottage with a mill wheel, clogged with weeds. Thats Gayble the manor cooks cottage, you'll find Lady Angela and the poor babe there."
" The Storm water has raised the stream, and waters across the street, so watch your step."