Looking over at Famh, Ori gets the impression that Tana is right. Well at least he shouldn't have to fret about her with fellow. Maybe her interesting personality will help lighten his mood, it simply confused Ori most of the time.
"Why little ol me, I don't think the good sir was referring to me in his pep talk as I would wager he didnt know that not all in here weren't with your crew. Me, im just an old showman whoes show ended. I'm only here cause a few wild mutts tried to have a quick bite to eat in the wrong place. Though I will admit, it would be nice to be paid with more then straw and stew. I guess I haven't left town yet since I hadn't had a reason to leave. No real reason I stay either I suppose.
Tell you what, if you find the crew is looking for one more, even after Famh, and Sir Almeric is ok with an swordless sell sword, and armorless too for that matter, then I will accompany ya. But I won't hold my breath to see if you come knocking on my door!" He stands up from the chair and spins it back around and pushes it into the table. "And on that note I will take my leave. It's been lovely mate, we'll see if meet again!" He nods his head towards Tana and turns to walk out.
He figures Famh won't notice him leaving as she's occupied. He makes a point to pass by Thatch and pat him on the shoulder and shake his hand on the way by. "It was a pleasure mate, but the chores won't do themselves at the farm. Farmer Gorman's barn has room to spare if any of ya need lodging for the night." As Ori walks out the door, he can't help but think about the possibility of trying his luck being in a nobles service, maybe his luck would finally turn around. Hopefully it hadn't been too many years for him, he certainly lost a good portion of his bulk over the years, just maybe he'll get to find out!
Virtually stricken by the information he has just heard, Cainneach completely misses the remark that Ori made regarding him being the aforementioned prisoner. He rocks back in his chair, unsure how to process all of what Famh has conveyed. "A daughter of the fey, wracked by visions and caught between the Old Gods and the True Faith. And a gheasa?" It had been years since he'd heard that word and, given the age at which he'd heard the adults speak of such things, could now only imagine the gravity of such a pledge. "Perhaps this is why I've felt compelled to stay with these people, rather than return to the forest. Although this girl seems to be as much in need of protection as that which she could possibly provide. For now, at least. Who knows what sort of powers she might one day wield?"
Cainneach had not raised his glass to answer Sir Almeric's toast and instead had simply watched Famh and the others to judge their response. However, he now appears to be more receptive to the idea of continuing to accompany the party, motley bunch though they may be. Cainneach once again addresses Famh, "Your tale is an incredible one, though I do believe it to be true. There's no need to bind yourself to me, I'll follow this Sir Almeric along with you and the others. I'm sure he'll have you as a retainer, it seems that he is perfectly willing to assent to his cousin Sir Valor's request. I will keep watch over you, Famh, for Morkaan and the Old Gods, so that you have no trouble for your heritage, whatever it may be. I think that's what Dru would have wanted, particularly if you two share the same blood."
Looking over at Famh, Ori gets the impression that Tana is right. Well at least he shouldn't have to fret about her with fellow. Maybe her interesting personality will help lighten his mood, it simply confused Ori most of the time.
"Why little ol me, I don't think the good sir was referring to me in his pep talk as I would wager he didnt know that not all in here weren't with your crew. Me, im just an old showman whoes show ended. I'm only here cause a few wild mutts tried to have a quick bite to eat in the wrong place. Though I will admit, it would be nice to be paid with more then straw and stew. I guess I haven't left town yet since I hadn't had a reason to leave. No real reason I stay either I suppose.
Tell you what, if you find the crew is looking for one more, even after Famh, and Sir Almeric is ok with an swordless sell sword, and armorless too for that matter, then I will accompany ya. But I won't hold my breath to see if you come knocking on my door!" He stands up from the chair and spins it back around and pushes it into the table. "And on that note I will take my leave. It's been lovely mate, we'll see if meet again!" He nods his head towards Tana and turns to walk out.
He figures Famh won't notice him leaving as she's occupied. He makes a point to pass by Thatch and pat him on the shoulder and shake his hand on the way by. "It was a pleasure mate, but the chores won't do themselves at the farm. Farmer Gorman's barn has room to spare if any of ya need lodging for the night." As Ori walks out the door, he can't help but think about the possibility of trying his luck being in a nobles service, maybe his luck would finally turn around. Hopefully it hadn't been too many years for him, he certainly lost a good portion of his bulk over the years, just maybe he'll get to find out!
For the briefest flicker of a moment, the look in Famh's eyes is far older and deeper than her years; but it is calm and untroubled. You get the feeling that whatever Fey are guiding her approve of not only Cainneach himself but of Sir Almeric and the retinue Cainneach has proposed she join. Then the moment passes, and she laughs with a mixture of relief and returning modesty. "I don't know if the good Syr will have me, but he seems a good man if he's willing to take on the lairdship of his cousin's retainers and even to call them friends ... I'll go and ask him, and thank ye! Maybe we'll even find news of our home along the way." She starts to walk over towards the spot where Sir Valor and Sir Almeric are sitting, when she hears Ori's last remark. She turns and quickly walks over to him. :"I heard the Lady saying only last Tieusday her younger cousin was coming to Igham, and you know her boys will be wanting a place. You fought those dogs with me and helped save the flock; and it would ease my heart to have another I know come along and help me keep the wild dogs off these kind folk." She falters and blushes at this point, but still keeps her chin up as she turns towards Sir Almeric again.
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Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
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Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Almeric smiles to as Valor as he goes to speak with Notkar. Refilling his cup with cider, he considers the days ahead. Then 'Mole approaches and Almeric smiles - at Scarlet. Almeric focuses his entire attention on the small girl, bringing his charisma and persuasive skills to bear, with his disarming smile.
"Famh, is it? I am Almeric and am very pleased to meet you. You just arrived with the big fellow, Oren? I consider myself to be good judge of character, my life often depends on it, and I am wondering why anyone would name you 'Mole'. A mole digs beneath the earth, hides from the light, is blind and follows their nose. You are quick witted, nimble, curious and enigmatic. Not like a mole at all. If you join us, I can encourage, protect and support you to develop your gift. In return, I will ask your 'advice' on occasions. Fergus, my Thulish friend, may also be able to offer insight into certain questions you have. Let me know your decision in the morning, Scarlett. (winks).
Almeric is ever bold and direct. Controlled aggression is the Capellar way to acheive their goals.
She starts to walk over towards the spot where Sir Valor and Sir Almeric are sitting, when she hears Ori's last remark. She turns and quickly walks over to him. :"I heard the Lady saying only last Tieusday her younger cousin was coming to Igham, and you know her boys will be wanting a place. You fought those dogs with me and helped save the flock; and it would ease my heart to have another I know come along and help me keep the wild dogs off these kind folk." She falters and blushes at this point, but still keeps her chin up as she turns towards Sir Almeric again.
Ori turns around but continues to walk back towards the farm, he did have have a few things he needed to get done for Gorman before bed. Not to mention, one must know how to make an exit to leave the right impression on a crowd. "When ya put it that way, don't you be running off without me. 'Till the morn." He turn back around and continues down the path.
That is unil he can faintly hear Famh, talking with Sir Almeric.
"Famh, is it? I am Almeric and am very pleased to meet you. You just arrived with the big fellow, Oren?
Hearing his name stopped him dead in his tracks. His hands balledup into fists and he felt his muscles start to strain. He hollered back through gritted teeth "ORI" trying to cut back the tension in his words he tried again, slightly quieter, "the name, is Ori." Fighting the urge to turn around he decided it was best for him to get back to the farm before he does something stupid. Most that knew him always saw him so lighthearted and jolly, few ever saw the switch flipped and his pent-up rage come out. Normally it was quite the feat to get under Ori's skin, but sometimes it was as easy as calling him by his own name. He had to focus on his pace to make it seem like wasn't hurrying away.
Back at the farm and back in the loft of the barn, Ori paced around the floor. Well good job the big knuckle head, you probably blew any chance you had to join them. Turns out he was hoping they would take him with them, even had a slight glimmer of hope when Famh as him as well. Well maybe if I show up ready to go before they leave, they will still consider. With that Ori begins to pack up his belongings, not that he had much, but apparently his things have been scattered through the barn in the time he has stayed.
“Well, it isn’t up to me, but if you have been traveling with Sir Almeric all this way, I am sure that you would be welcome. I am more of the outsider here now.”Thatch replies to Fergus “and yes, I tend to the animals. Nibby and I was escorting Mother Clay to look after the babe. Nibby is the hinny, a right stubborn lass. I do hope she is well in the village until I return.”Thatch rambles on until the big man places his hand on his shoulder. Thatch cranes his neck up to take in the man’s height. “Nice to meet ya as well. If you want off of the farm, join us on our trip. It appears Sir Almeric is welcoming one and all.” Thatch watches as the man strides out of the room, calling back to Sir Almeric as he left.
“Well, it isn’t up to me, but if you have been traveling with Sir Almeric all this way, I am sure that you would be welcome. I am more of the outsider here now.”Thatch replies to Fergus “and yes, I tend to the animals. Nibby and I was escorting Mother Clay to look after the babe. Nibby is the hinny, a right stubborn lass. I do hope she is well in the village until I return.”Thatch rambles on until the big man places his hand on his shoulder. Thatch cranes his neck up to take in the man’s height. “Nice to meet ya as well. If you want off of the farm, join us on our trip. It appears Sir Almeric is welcoming one and all.” Thatch watches as the man strides out of the room, calling back to Sir Almeric as he left.
Fergus bristles slightly as the man who inadvertently stole his drink raises his voice to Sir Almeric but he quickly recognizes that this Ori is more passionate than aggressive. Fergus clenches and unclenches his right hand behind his back as he feels the familiar pins and needles dance along the palm. The energy dissipated, he returns his attention to Thatch.
"The man wears his heart on his sleeve, I hope he comes with us. His strength would be a great boon if we are transporting a prisoner."
Rubbing his eyes he continues
"I am weary from travel, still getting used to long days on the road! I think I will retire, it was a pleasure to meet you and look forward to breaking fast together. Do you need to retrieve Nibby before we leave for Gorham Castle? If so I would be happy to accompany you."
Rising early the companions ready and depart together all who wish to welcome to accompany them though Famh and Ori are informed they can take a little more time as the companions sans Sir Valor and Hotspur will be returning through Igham later in the day.
Departing towards Axbridge the trip was short and uneventful.
Arriving in Axbridge a much subdued Father Bretwald said his goodbyes and Sir Valor and Sir Almeric liased with Odo and the Widow bealing had Le Cloche released back into their service seemingly hale once more.
Making sombre goodbyes Sir Valor and Hotspur left off south towards Scardic to deliver their news and Sir Almeric, after allowing everyone to wet their whistle, took his new retinue and new prisoner back on to the road eastwards.
The trip between Axbridge and Igham is again uneventful and the companions arrive back in Igham nearing midday, to see Famh and Ori waiting for them with a rather frantic looking Notker.
He stops for a few moments to catch his breath, then calls out, “Oh, I'm so glad you returned so quickly."
"Come with me to the manor. Sir Beorn, Steward to the Baron, is here. He wishes to speak with you!”
Famh and Ori:
As you prepared to depart this morning and said your goodbyes to your hosts/employers you noted mere hours after the others had left a small group on horseback had entered the village. You have no idea who they are but by the way the Reeve and Bailiff acted they, or at least one of them, must be important. You noted a burly bearded man in full maille and plate accompanied by a group of well armed soldiers in the Barons livery they went straight to the Bailiffs manor and have remained there since.
Rising early the companions ready and depart together all who wish to welcome to accompany them though Famh and Ori are informed they can take a little more time as the companions sans Sir Valor and Hotspur will be returning through Igham later in the day.
Departing towards Axbridge the trip was short and uneventful. Arriving in Axbridge a much subdued Father Bretwald said his goodbyes and Sir Valor and Sir Almeric liased with Odo and the Widow bealing had Le Cloche released back into their service seemingly hale once more.
Making sombre goodbyes Sir Valor and Hotspur left off south towards Scardic to deliver their news and Sir Almeric, after allowing everyone to wet their whistle, took his new retinue and new prisoner back on to the road eastwards.
The trip between Axbridge and Igham is again uneventful and the companions arrive back in Igham nearing midday, to see Famh and Ori waiting for them with a rather frantic looking Notker.
He stops for a few moments to catch his breath, then calls out, “Oh, I'm so glad you returned so quickly."
"Come with me to the manor. Sir Beorn, Steward to the Baron, is here. He wishes to speak with you!”
Almeric takes the time on the road to get to know the others better with light chit-chat and banter, recounting some of his stories from the Holy Lands. Almeric wants to assess their skills as best he can, exploring possible skirmish and marching orders in his head. Almeric would prefer to spend a month with them to do this properly, but a few days will have to do. Should there be a real fight Almeric (with Ori) would be at the front. The second rank would be Fergus and Thatch. At the rear would be Tana, Famh and Cainneach probably. Concerned with the lack of a healer, Almeric will avoid combat where possible.
Taking charge of the prisoner, Almeric's usual happy-go-lucky aspect changes when dealing with Sir Maxime Le Cloche, speaking in an intimidating and quiet voice.
"Max! I remember you as a child. You were a snivelling weasel then and have learned nothing, I see. Be grateful you still have a whole skin after trying to usurp your cousins lands. I do NOT accept your parole, as your word is worthless. You will remain disarmed and bound at all times. Attempting to escape will give me the excuse I need to open your useless hide. Do not speak to my retainers but consider what your defence will be to Baron Aldred."
Addressing the assembled retinue, the others now see the brutal side of Almeric, reserved for his enemies! "Under my authority, this man has forfeited the rights and privileges of his rank, and will remain bound. He gets water and old bread each day and nothing else. If he tries to escape, allow me the pleasure of killing him myself".
Back at Igham, Almeric cheerfully goes to see Sir Beorn, wondering if he has come to take the prisoner?
Famh steps forward to speak to Cainneach in an undertone.
"Sir Almeric said he might be asking me for advice at time. I don't know if I'll ever be bold enough to actually advise a noble Crusader, but information might be a good start; I think we saw this Sir Beorn this morning. He came in full maille and plate, and he had at least ten householdmen with him!"
Thatch journeys with the party back to Axbridge where he makes goodbyes with Sir Valor, Hotspur and Father Bretwald. He feels a little sorry for the priest, for one who saw his dream and found it lacking, but even more sorry for Cainneach who lost a lot more than the priest. On the return trip he listens to Sir Almeric’s stories and tales of faraway lands and the crusades. But where once he would be full of wide eyed wonder, he had his own experiences now and is a little more jaded.
Arriving back in Igham, Thatch reunited with his new companions and overheard Famh’s report to Cainneach. “Someone important visiting the bailiff. Wonder what they could want. Have any of them left the house yet?”Thatch looks over toward the manor to see if there is any sign of the householdmen, they would be a good source of news or rumor on what brought their master to town.
Famh steps forward to speak to Cainneach in an undertone.
"Sir Almeric said he might be asking me for advice at time. I don't know if I'll ever be bold enough to actually advise a noble Crusader, but information might be a good start; I think we saw this Sir Beorn this morning. He came in full maille and plate, and he had at least ten householdmen with him!"
Cainneach responds quietly, "Ye gods, that's quite a display. I'd think a force like that could handle most problems they come across ... I fear whatever trouble they've found that they think they need help with! And Famh, I'd say that Almeric is lucky to have someone like you to seek counsel from. I'm not sure what to make of him yet, though. After having travelled with him for a spell, it seems he can't decide what sort of person he is. I think I remember folks like that from the clans, but I was too young to understand why they play at those games. Be careful for now ..."
Thatch journeys with the party back to Axbridge where he makes goodbyes with Sir Valor, Hotspur and Father Bretwald. He feels a little sorry for the priest, for one who saw his dream and found it lacking, but even more sorry for Cainneach who lost a lot more than the priest. On the return trip he listens to Sir Almeric’s stories and tales of faraway lands and the crusades. But where once he would be full of wide eyed wonder, he had his own experiences now and is a little more jaded.
Arriving back in Igham, Thatch reunited with his new companions and overheard Famh’s report to Cainneach. “Someone important visiting the bailiff. Wonder what they could want. Have any of them left the house yet?”Thatch looks over toward the manor to see if there is any sign of the householdmen, they would be a good source of news or rumor on what brought their master to town.
(If that was directed to Famh and Cainneach, Cainneach responds with ...)
"Aye, Thatch, that's a good question, I'd like to hear from them directly what they're so riled up about! Any sign of them about town, Famh?"
Famh steps forward to speak to Cainneach in an undertone.
"Sir Almeric said he might be asking me for advice at time. I don't know if I'll ever be bold enough to actually advise a noble Crusader, but information might be a good start; I think we saw this Sir Beorn this morning. He came in full maille and plate, and he had at least ten householdmen with him!"
Cainneach responds quietly, "Ye gods, that's quite a display. I'd think a force like that could handle most problems they come across ... I fear whatever trouble they've found that they think they need help with! And Famh, I'd say that Almeric is lucky to have someone like you to seek counsel from. I'm not sure what to make of him yet, though. After having travelled with him for a spell, it seems he can't decide what sort of person he is. I think I remember folks like that from the clans, but I was too young to understand why they play at those games. Be careful for now ..."
Thatch journeys with the party back to Axbridge where he makes goodbyes with Sir Valor, Hotspur and Father Bretwald. He feels a little sorry for the priest, for one who saw his dream and found it lacking, but even more sorry for Cainneach who lost a lot more than the priest. On the return trip he listens to Sir Almeric’s stories and tales of faraway lands and the crusades. But where once he would be full of wide eyed wonder, he had his own experiences now and is a little more jaded.
Arriving back in Igham, Thatch reunited with his new companions and overheard Famh’s report to Cainneach. “Someone important visiting the bailiff. Wonder what they could want. Have any of them left the house yet?”Thatch looks over toward the manor to see if there is any sign of the householdmen, they would be a good source of news or rumor on what brought their master to town.
(If that was directed to Famh and Cainneach, Cainneach responds with ...)
"Aye, Thatch, that's a good question, I'd like to hear from them directly what they're so riled up about! Any sign of them about town, Famh?"
"I don't think so.", Famh replies. "As far as I saw, they all of them went to the manor straight off and they've been there since. I don't doubt the bailie's chewed off all his fingernails by now for worry."
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Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
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Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Fergus was not surprised by Sir Almeric's dichotomous behavior. The crusades were not for the the faint of heart and any that underestimated him were in for a rude awakening. He quietly rode with the group, now finally more used to travel and swaying with the beast rather than trying to control it.
He listens to the others and studies Notker. He prepares to fall in line behind Sir Almeric and makes a mental note of Sir Beorn, Steward to the Baron. To Sir Almeric
"What do you think Sir? Prisoner matters or perhaps a report on that brigand from the road?"
Ori is leaning on a post of the stable, pack at his feet. On his shoulder sits a spiked greatclub. Clearly made to look crudely made, upon closer inspection you would find it was well crafted, like it's maker went out of their way to make it look like poorly made. 8 spikes jet out from the end of club adding to it barbaric aesthetic. "Welcome back mates, sorry you didn't get the welcoming committee you got last time but with the other visitors in polished armor and all. It appears this town is getting a higher class of travelers then when I strolled in aye? Why I'd wager this town has seen this many high and mighties in years. Hope all was uneventful on your end."
With Almeric in the eager lead and Notker trailing at his side the group headed back to the manor and headed inside.
Notker ushers you into the long hall of the manor house.
The steward, Beorn, waits impatiently. He is a broad-shouldered man with a fierce stern face, and he wastes no time on pleasantries. Sir Almeric notes a beaded blue and white loop with a blue eye symbol attached hanging at Sir Beorns waist and notes the mans skin is, much like his own, somewhat more weathered than the usual Albish Knight. He is certain he is a veteran of the Crusades....though the current series or those some ten years past and or what order he was part of he cannot determine.
Sir Beorn takes in Sir Almeric and appears to quickly assess those in his retinue.
“Up in hills by Norham Wood there is a hollow that the locals call Hob’s Dell. They believe it to be a fell place, and won’t go near it. I need some people who aren’t afraid of churls’ fireside tales.”
He hurls a fat bag of coins down onto the table. “A hundred and fifty crowns. You get fifty now, and the rest after you’ve done the job. There may be other riches along the way, and you can keep one tenth of any that you find. Interested? A bit of coin is always useful for restablishing oneself."
" I can hold your cousin here or deliver him to the baron if you like."
Fergus was not surprised by Sir Almeric's dichotomous behavior. The crusades were not for the the faint of heart and any that underestimated him were in for a rude awakening. He quietly rode with the group, now finally more used to travel and swaying with the beast rather than trying to control it.
He listens to the others and studies Notker. He prepares to fall in line behind Sir Almeric and makes a mental note of Sir Beorn, Steward to the Baron. To Sir Almeric
"What do you think Sir? Prisoner matters or perhaps a report on that brigand from the road?"
Almeric listens to the intelligence from Ori and Famh with some concern. The Barons Steward with 10 Men-a-Arms? A very excessive force to collect a fool like Maxime Le Cloche, Almeric thought. This is not for a lone robber knight either. What has he missed?
"Something is amiss here Fergus. Keep your wits about you. Watch out for Scarlett." Almeric absentmindedlyuses to his private nickname for Fahm, which he has never shared with anyone and no one knows about. Without further comment he strides towards the Bailiffs house.
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After Beorn's show of power and wealth, Almeric's inquisitiveness was peaked. He knows who we are and why we are here, has 10 Men-at-Arms and a bag of gold. His new retinue does represent a threat and maybe Beorn is just assessing that threat?
"Sir Beorn, exactly what job would you like us to do, that you and your troop could not do?" Almeric picks up the purse and weighs it in his hands.
Famh stands with the other retainers behind Sir Almeric, listening to his conversation with the steward. A small frown of concentration wrinkles her forehead, and she murmurs absently to herself, "Hob's Dell ... Hob's Dell in Gorham Wood ... why is that ringing a bell? Could I have passed by there ... oh, but there were so many places on the long long road. And who is the hob of Hob's Dell, I wonder; and why is he a trouble to the ... ?" Her voice trails off as she realizes belatedly that she is speaking her thoughts aloud.
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OOC: Your call whether Famh would have passed near enough the dell or heard enough rumours to know anything about the place in her backstory wanderings before reaching Igham
Ori is leaning on a post of the stable, pack at his feet. On his shoulder sits a spiked greatclub. Clearly made to look crudely made, upon closer inspection you would find it was well crafted, like it's maker went out of their way to make it look like poorly made. 8 spikes jet out from the end of club adding to it barbaric aesthetic. "Welcome back mates, sorry you didn't get the welcoming committee you got last time but with the other visitors in polished armor and all. It appears this town is getting a higher class of travelers then when I strolled in aye? Why I'd wager this town has seen this many high and mighties in years. Hope all was uneventful on your end."
"Ori, right? Good to see you again and even better to see you with that mighty club! I'm hoping that means you'll be joining our motley crew. Peculiar news about these visitors. Our recent journey through the towns was quiet, but I had the feeling that wouldn't last for long. Did we miss anything else?"Cainneach tries to appear more amiable toward than intimidated by the large man.
Thatch raises his eyebrows at the Stewards words and shares a knowing look with Cainneach and Tana before stepping up next to Sir Almeric and adding in a low voice “Sometimes there is truth in those child fairy tales, milord. Strange things be walking the land lately. I’ve seen them with my own eyes. What is it exactly that needs taken care of there?”
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Ori chimes in from the back, "Why no wonder you having trouble getting anyone to take that job. Way I figure it, and I'm sure Sir Almeric has a better head for numbers then me but there is 7 of us, so roughly 20 gp a piece. Now that's not even half the cost of decent studded leather protection. And at 1/10 share of what we find, to get the rest of money to get my armor I would need another 25 gp, and with 7 of us that's 175 gp for yhe group, so we would need to recover almost 2000 gold worth on this trip just so that I could afford studded leather. Fairy tales or not, the number don't add up very well. That's quite a risk for our heads for less then studded leather."
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Looking over at Famh, Ori gets the impression that Tana is right. Well at least he shouldn't have to fret about her with fellow. Maybe her interesting personality will help lighten his mood, it simply confused Ori most of the time.
"Why little ol me, I don't think the good sir was referring to me in his pep talk as I would wager he didnt know that not all in here weren't with your crew. Me, im just an old showman whoes show ended. I'm only here cause a few wild mutts tried to have a quick bite to eat in the wrong place. Though I will admit, it would be nice to be paid with more then straw and stew. I guess I haven't left town yet since I hadn't had a reason to leave. No real reason I stay either I suppose.
Tell you what, if you find the crew is looking for one more, even after Famh, and Sir Almeric is ok with an swordless sell sword, and armorless too for that matter, then I will accompany ya. But I won't hold my breath to see if you come knocking on my door!" He stands up from the chair and spins it back around and pushes it into the table. "And on that note I will take my leave. It's been lovely mate, we'll see if meet again!" He nods his head towards Tana and turns to walk out.
He figures Famh won't notice him leaving as she's occupied. He makes a point to pass by Thatch and pat him on the shoulder and shake his hand on the way by. "It was a pleasure mate, but the chores won't do themselves at the farm. Farmer Gorman's barn has room to spare if any of ya need lodging for the night." As Ori walks out the door, he can't help but think about the possibility of trying his luck being in a nobles service, maybe his luck would finally turn around. Hopefully it hadn't been too many years for him, he certainly lost a good portion of his bulk over the years, just maybe he'll get to find out!
For the briefest flicker of a moment, the look in Famh's eyes is far older and deeper than her years; but it is calm and untroubled. You get the feeling that whatever Fey are guiding her approve of not only Cainneach himself but of Sir Almeric and the retinue Cainneach has proposed she join. Then the moment passes, and she laughs with a mixture of relief and returning modesty. "I don't know if the good Syr will have me, but he seems a good man if he's willing to take on the lairdship of his cousin's retainers and even to call them friends ... I'll go and ask him, and thank ye! Maybe we'll even find news of our home along the way." She starts to walk over towards the spot where Sir Valor and Sir Almeric are sitting, when she hears Ori's last remark. She turns and quickly walks over to him. :"I heard the Lady saying only last Tieusday her younger cousin was coming to Igham, and you know her boys will be wanting a place. You fought those dogs with me and helped save the flock; and it would ease my heart to have another I know come along and help me keep the wild dogs off these kind folk." She falters and blushes at this point, but still keeps her chin up as she turns towards Sir Almeric again.
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Almeric smiles to as Valor as he goes to speak with Notkar. Refilling his cup with cider, he considers the days ahead. Then 'Mole approaches and Almeric smiles - at Scarlet. Almeric focuses his entire attention on the small girl, bringing his charisma and persuasive skills to bear, with his disarming smile.
"Famh, is it? I am Almeric and am very pleased to meet you. You just arrived with the big fellow, Oren? I consider myself to be good judge of character, my life often depends on it, and I am wondering why anyone would name you 'Mole'. A mole digs beneath the earth, hides from the light, is blind and follows their nose. You are quick witted, nimble, curious and enigmatic. Not like a mole at all. If you join us, I can encourage, protect and support you to develop your gift. In return, I will ask your 'advice' on occasions. Fergus, my Thulish friend, may also be able to offer insight into certain questions you have. Let me know your decision in the morning, Scarlett. (winks).
Almeric is ever bold and direct. Controlled aggression is the Capellar way to acheive their goals.
Ori turns around but continues to walk back towards the farm, he did have have a few things he needed to get done for Gorman before bed. Not to mention, one must know how to make an exit to leave the right impression on a crowd. "When ya put it that way, don't you be running off without me. 'Till the morn." He turn back around and continues down the path.
That is unil he can faintly hear Famh, talking with Sir Almeric.
Hearing his name stopped him dead in his tracks. His hands balledup into fists and he felt his muscles start to strain. He hollered back through gritted teeth "ORI" trying to cut back the tension in his words he tried again, slightly quieter, "the name, is Ori." Fighting the urge to turn around he decided it was best for him to get back to the farm before he does something stupid. Most that knew him always saw him so lighthearted and jolly, few ever saw the switch flipped and his pent-up rage come out. Normally it was quite the feat to get under Ori's skin, but sometimes it was as easy as calling him by his own name. He had to focus on his pace to make it seem like wasn't hurrying away.
Back at the farm and back in the loft of the barn, Ori paced around the floor. Well good job the big knuckle head, you probably blew any chance you had to join them. Turns out he was hoping they would take him with them, even had a slight glimmer of hope when Famh as him as well. Well maybe if I show up ready to go before they leave, they will still consider. With that Ori begins to pack up his belongings, not that he had much, but apparently his things have been scattered through the barn in the time he has stayed.
“Well, it isn’t up to me, but if you have been traveling with Sir Almeric all this way, I am sure that you would be welcome. I am more of the outsider here now.” Thatch replies to Fergus “and yes, I tend to the animals. Nibby and I was escorting Mother Clay to look after the babe. Nibby is the hinny, a right stubborn lass. I do hope she is well in the village until I return.” Thatch rambles on until the big man places his hand on his shoulder. Thatch cranes his neck up to take in the man’s height. “Nice to meet ya as well. If you want off of the farm, join us on our trip. It appears Sir Almeric is welcoming one and all.” Thatch watches as the man strides out of the room, calling back to Sir Almeric as he left.
Fergus bristles slightly as the man who inadvertently stole his drink raises his voice to Sir Almeric but he quickly recognizes that this Ori is more passionate than aggressive. Fergus clenches and unclenches his right hand behind his back as he feels the familiar pins and needles dance along the palm. The energy dissipated, he returns his attention to Thatch.
"The man wears his heart on his sleeve, I hope he comes with us. His strength would be a great boon if we are transporting a prisoner."
Rubbing his eyes he continues
"I am weary from travel, still getting used to long days on the road! I think I will retire, it was a pleasure to meet you and look forward to breaking fast together. Do you need to retrieve Nibby before we leave for Gorham Castle? If so I would be happy to accompany you."
Rising early the companions ready and depart together all who wish to welcome to accompany them though Famh and Ori are informed they can take a little more time as the companions sans Sir Valor and Hotspur will be returning through Igham later in the day.
Departing towards Axbridge the trip was short and uneventful.
Arriving in Axbridge a much subdued Father Bretwald said his goodbyes and Sir Valor and Sir Almeric liased with Odo and the Widow bealing had Le Cloche released back into their service seemingly hale once more.
Making sombre goodbyes Sir Valor and Hotspur left off south towards Scardic to deliver their news and Sir Almeric, after allowing everyone to wet their whistle, took his new retinue and new prisoner back on to the road eastwards.
The trip between Axbridge and Igham is again uneventful and the companions arrive back in Igham nearing midday, to see Famh and Ori waiting for them with a rather frantic looking Notker.
He stops for a few moments to catch his breath, then calls out, “Oh, I'm so glad you returned so quickly."
"Come with me to the manor. Sir Beorn, Steward to the Baron, is here. He wishes to speak with you!”
Famh and Ori:
As you prepared to depart this morning and said your goodbyes to your hosts/employers you noted mere hours after the others had left a small group on horseback had entered the village. You have no idea who they are but by the way the Reeve and Bailiff acted they, or at least one of them, must be important. You noted a burly bearded man in full maille and plate accompanied by a group of well armed soldiers in the Barons livery they went straight to the Bailiffs manor and have remained there since.
Almeric takes the time on the road to get to know the others better with light chit-chat and banter, recounting some of his stories from the Holy Lands. Almeric wants to assess their skills as best he can, exploring possible skirmish and marching orders in his head. Almeric would prefer to spend a month with them to do this properly, but a few days will have to do. Should there be a real fight Almeric (with Ori) would be at the front. The second rank would be Fergus and Thatch. At the rear would be Tana, Famh and Cainneach probably. Concerned with the lack of a healer, Almeric will avoid combat where possible.
Taking charge of the prisoner, Almeric's usual happy-go-lucky aspect changes when dealing with Sir Maxime Le Cloche, speaking in an intimidating and quiet voice.
"Max! I remember you as a child. You were a snivelling weasel then and have learned nothing, I see. Be grateful you still have a whole skin after trying to usurp your cousins lands. I do NOT accept your parole, as your word is worthless. You will remain disarmed and bound at all times. Attempting to escape will give me the excuse I need to open your useless hide. Do not speak to my retainers but consider what your defence will be to Baron Aldred."
Addressing the assembled retinue, the others now see the brutal side of Almeric, reserved for his enemies! "Under my authority, this man has forfeited the rights and privileges of his rank, and will remain bound. He gets water and old bread each day and nothing else. If he tries to escape, allow me the pleasure of killing him myself".
Back at Igham, Almeric cheerfully goes to see Sir Beorn, wondering if he has come to take the prisoner?
Famh steps forward to speak to Cainneach in an undertone.
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Thatch journeys with the party back to Axbridge where he makes goodbyes with Sir Valor, Hotspur and Father Bretwald. He feels a little sorry for the priest, for one who saw his dream and found it lacking, but even more sorry for Cainneach who lost a lot more than the priest. On the return trip he listens to Sir Almeric’s stories and tales of faraway lands and the crusades. But where once he would be full of wide eyed wonder, he had his own experiences now and is a little more jaded.
Arriving back in Igham, Thatch reunited with his new companions and overheard Famh’s report to Cainneach. “Someone important visiting the bailiff. Wonder what they could want. Have any of them left the house yet?” Thatch looks over toward the manor to see if there is any sign of the householdmen, they would be a good source of news or rumor on what brought their master to town.
Cainneach responds quietly, "Ye gods, that's quite a display. I'd think a force like that could handle most problems they come across ... I fear whatever trouble they've found that they think they need help with! And Famh, I'd say that Almeric is lucky to have someone like you to seek counsel from. I'm not sure what to make of him yet, though. After having travelled with him for a spell, it seems he can't decide what sort of person he is. I think I remember folks like that from the clans, but I was too young to understand why they play at those games. Be careful for now ..."
(If that was directed to Famh and Cainneach, Cainneach responds with ...)
"Aye, Thatch, that's a good question, I'd like to hear from them directly what they're so riled up about! Any sign of them about town, Famh?"
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"I don't think so.", Famh replies. "As far as I saw, they all of them went to the manor straight off and they've been there since. I don't doubt the bailie's chewed off all his fingernails by now for worry."
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Fergus was not surprised by Sir Almeric's dichotomous behavior. The crusades were not for the the faint of heart and any that underestimated him were in for a rude awakening. He quietly rode with the group, now finally more used to travel and swaying with the beast rather than trying to control it.
He listens to the others and studies Notker. He prepares to fall in line behind Sir Almeric and makes a mental note of Sir Beorn, Steward to the Baron. To Sir Almeric
"What do you think Sir? Prisoner matters or perhaps a report on that brigand from the road?"
Ori is leaning on a post of the stable, pack at his feet. On his shoulder sits a spiked greatclub. Clearly made to look crudely made, upon closer inspection you would find it was well crafted, like it's maker went out of their way to make it look like poorly made. 8 spikes jet out from the end of club adding to it barbaric aesthetic. "Welcome back mates, sorry you didn't get the welcoming committee you got last time but with the other visitors in polished armor and all. It appears this town is getting a higher class of travelers then when I strolled in aye? Why I'd wager this town has seen this many high and mighties in years. Hope all was uneventful on your end."
With Almeric in the eager lead and Notker trailing at his side the group headed back to the manor and headed inside.
Notker ushers you into the long hall of the manor house.
The steward, Beorn, waits impatiently. He is a broad-shouldered man with a fierce stern face, and he wastes no time on pleasantries. Sir Almeric notes a beaded blue and white loop with a blue eye symbol attached hanging at Sir Beorns waist and notes the mans skin is, much like his own, somewhat more weathered than the usual Albish Knight. He is certain he is a veteran of the Crusades....though the current series or those some ten years past and or what order he was part of he cannot determine.
Sir Beorn takes in Sir Almeric and appears to quickly assess those in his retinue.
“Up in hills by Norham Wood there is a hollow that the locals call Hob’s Dell. They believe it to be a fell place, and won’t go near it. I need some people who aren’t afraid of churls’ fireside tales.”
He hurls a fat bag of coins down onto the table. “A hundred and fifty crowns. You get fifty now, and the rest after you’ve done the job. There may be other riches along the way, and you
can keep one tenth of any that you find. Interested? A bit of coin is always useful for restablishing oneself."
" I can hold your cousin here or deliver him to the baron if you like."
Almeric listens to the intelligence from Ori and Famh with some concern. The Barons Steward with 10 Men-a-Arms? A very excessive force to collect a fool like Maxime Le Cloche, Almeric thought. This is not for a lone robber knight either. What has he missed?
"Something is amiss here Fergus. Keep your wits about you. Watch out for Scarlett." Almeric absentmindedly uses to his private nickname for Fahm, which he has never shared with anyone and no one knows about. Without further comment he strides towards the Bailiffs house.
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After Beorn's show of power and wealth, Almeric's inquisitiveness was peaked. He knows who we are and why we are here, has 10 Men-at-Arms and a bag of gold. His new retinue does represent a threat and maybe Beorn is just assessing that threat?
"Sir Beorn, exactly what job would you like us to do, that you and your troop could not do?" Almeric picks up the purse and weighs it in his hands.
Famh stands with the other retainers behind Sir Almeric, listening to his conversation with the steward. A small frown of concentration wrinkles her forehead, and she murmurs absently to herself, "Hob's Dell ... Hob's Dell in Gorham Wood ... why is that ringing a bell? Could I have passed by there ... oh, but there were so many places on the long long road. And who is the hob of Hob's Dell, I wonder; and why is he a trouble to the ... ?" Her voice trails off as she realizes belatedly that she is speaking her thoughts aloud.
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Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
"Ori, right? Good to see you again and even better to see you with that mighty club! I'm hoping that means you'll be joining our motley crew. Peculiar news about these visitors. Our recent journey through the towns was quiet, but I had the feeling that wouldn't last for long. Did we miss anything else?" Cainneach tries to appear more amiable toward than intimidated by the large man.
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Thatch raises his eyebrows at the Stewards words and shares a knowing look with Cainneach and Tana before stepping up next to Sir Almeric and adding in a low voice “Sometimes there is truth in those child fairy tales, milord. Strange things be walking the land lately. I’ve seen them with my own eyes. What is it exactly that needs taken care of there?”
Ori chimes in from the back, "Why no wonder you having trouble getting anyone to take that job. Way I figure it, and I'm sure Sir Almeric has a better head for numbers then me but there is 7 of us, so roughly 20 gp a piece. Now that's not even half the cost of decent studded leather protection. And at 1/10 share of what we find, to get the rest of money to get my armor I would need another 25 gp, and with 7 of us that's 175 gp for yhe group, so we would need to recover almost 2000 gold worth on this trip just so that I could afford studded leather. Fairy tales or not, the number don't add up very well. That's quite a risk for our heads for less then studded leather."
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