As Bründir walks amongst those touched by Nodron his blade flickers, as though uncertain. However, near those who were injured its light is steadfast. When the dwarf places his hand on the hilt he feels his heart rate quicken and adrenaline fire, like his unconscious is warning him of danger.
Thurston is able to more precisely identify those affected. With Thor's sight he can sense countless fiendish entities moving within the bodies of the infected. All of the injured are contaminated, but only some of those who were near the creature.
"M'Lords!" Bründir shouts, calling the room's attention, "Remember we come as friends, so don' take this the wrong way," he begins to retreat toward the hosts on the throne back and pulls his sword. Slowly at first, so as to show everyone the glowing blade, then upright for a fight. "When we fought them comin' from Sheercleft, one of 'em let out a spirit. In the tunnels they summoned more. Stand clear! Draw your weapons!" He barks to the healers and guards present and raises his shield, "My sword's tellin' me somethin' wrong; most of all with the injured."
Over his shield, Bründir's eyes turn across the hall to Valaith. The grim realization falls over him as his own prophetic words ring in his head before they reached the great hall.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Bründir's grip tightens on his sword, "I hope ye're right," he glances across the room, "Because we're bein' led blind by all this! Least ye could do was pull us aside after Nodron - or shit at the damned gate - and tell us what's goin' on rather than lettin' us amble about!" He acratches his head with the rim of his shield for a moment, "Look, ye probably learned as we did when things when arse-up, but we got yer people eyein' us now like we're bringin' a damned plague, an' I'm not so sure we didn't!"
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Dorno sees Brundir panic and slowly walks over to the dwarf, arms extended, offering a hug. "It's ok to be scared, little man. We will make sick people better. Dorno doesn't want to have to burn any more with magic lights. I don't like fighting."
"Mr Lord man with the Lady, do you think it is a disease? Dorno can help with disease." He rubs his chin in thought. "Well, Dorno cannot, but Oak Father can. Dorno can ask."
"M'Lord, M'Lady" he says with a nod " Thor wishes to best for your people and has granted me the ability to discern those who are affected. I am afraid that all the injured are. I could try to heal some of them if you allow me, but better to warn your guards, if any of them turn, and they attack one of your guards, all the thing will start over. "
Can Thurston use 5 HP of his pool to try to "cure" one of the afflicted?
He will use it, then another divine sense to see if that one is cured.
“Well... as l-long as we’re here, we can tell you what we found. It might... give us a clue about what’s happening. The bandits were working with uh or protecting... i-it was a cult. Their leader worshipped The Morrigan and she was doing some kind of... binding ritual. Something demonic. We walked into the middle of it... it seems that your people were being used as s-sacrifices or regents... I’m not sure. B-but the leader escaped. She ran out while we fought her underlings. Whatever they were doing... that might be the magic that was still lingering on Irithiel when we brought him here, and what seems to be spreading among the others.”
"Araleth also grants me such sight. Do you too feel the evil move within them, as I do? No, this is no mere disease. The powers we can call upon will not suffice."
However, the concern on his face grows as he hears Vark's news.
"The Morrigan? That is grave news indeed... Come. We must confer with my wife."
He beckons to the party to follow, before crossing the hall to Lady Lelfaer and the elves she is speaking with.
"This is Peldirion and Angoldor," he says as they pause their conversation to acknowledge the newcomers. "They advise us in matters both arcane and divine. Peldirion also has extensive alchemical knowledge. He has some ideas as to how this problem might be tackled."
"If by ideas, you mean condemning the innocent to possession and undeath, that is," Angoldor interjects with frustration.
Peldirion sighs.
"Until I have the necessary reagents to flush the demons out, containment is our only option. Those that last until then, we can at least offer a chance."
Dorno once again scratches his chin at mention of reagents, then rummages through several pockets. Seconds later the firbolg's large palms are held out to Peldirion and contain lint, a mushroom, several varieties of leaves, twigs and seeds, an acorn, and a gob of beeswax. He tilts his head at the items and then leans in to whisper to them just before several of the seeds sprout into a variety of tiny plants and one leaf burns into a rather stinky and potent little pile of embers. Dorno looks up at the esteemed elves and smiles, offering up his collection.
Peldirion hesitates for a moment, then his eyes widen as Dorno works his craft. He quickly goes about scavenging several ingredients from the firbolg's enormous hands, before pausing and taking stock of what he has acquired.
"Well," he says with a smile of satisfaction. "That certainly goes a long way on that front."
He reaches into a pouch at his side, deposits the components, and pulls out a long rosewood staff that can't possibly have fitted inside. The elf weighs the staff in his hands, tilting it left and right as though judging the balance, before handing it to Dorno.
"I understand this should be of use to you. A fair trade, I dare say. Now, all that should leave is..."
He begins to mutter to himself and tick things off on his fingers.
"Yep! All that leaves is basilisk blood. I'm afraid I'm fresh out."
Vark winces a bit as he stops speaking, his hands clenched as well. He hangs back from the group as they walk over to the other elves, and the discomfort seems to pass. “B-b-basilisk blood?! I don’t think... wait, what exactly is a basilisk?” He responds from a few feet away.
At mention of basilisk blood, Dorno looks a big more troubled and makes a half hearted attempt to glance at his various pouches before looking back up at Peldirion and shaking his head to indicate that he does in fact not have any basilisk blood.
As Peldirion offers the rosewood staff in trade, Dorno looks a bit perplexed at first. He reaches for it but hesitates, watching the elf's face, before gently taking the staff. He feels the texture of the wood and sniffs at it, then looks at his old staff in his other hand. Looking back up at Peldirion the druid says "Dorno has a staff." "It is a good staff. It crushes acorns and grinds up roots good, and is good for thumping scary things when Dorno has to. Your staff is prettier, and smells nice. What does it do good?"
"A very large, unpleasant lizard," Peldirion continues casually, in response to Vark's question. "Tend to turn their prey to stone. They're known to house in warrens beneath the Hróna foothills to the north-east. I believe you are already familiar with that region?"
He pauses and turns to Dorno when he hear the druid's question.
"Aha! Oh, yes, of course, but you see, this staff is an Irian Rosewood Focus!" He announces proudly. However, Dorno's facial expression quickly makes clear that this means nothing to him, and so Peldirion continues to explain.
"It, uh. I hear you called upon the power of the moon to cleanse poor Nodron's body of the demons? This should help with that. In the future. You see."
The elf coughs, clearly aware that he has said much, and looks to Lady Lelfaer for further instruction. While Peldirion was talking, she has been exchanging words with Lord Keltin in hushed tones. However, Dorno is able to make out the word Morrigan passing between them.
"Then it is settled," she announces, addressing everyone in the party. "Without Peldirion's serum there may be little hope for those affected. We will try to do what we can in the meantime to stave off the demon plague and you should all make haste back to the Hróna foothills and seek out a basilisk. Beware. They are dangerous beasts and I fear that this is not the last we have seen of this cult's machinations. I have reason to believe there may be more of them in those hills."
"As much as you can manage!" Peldirion interjects once more. "I shouldn't worry. Once you've found an entrance to their caves, there'll likely be several for you to hunt!"
Angoldor scoffs at the high elf's cheerful tone.
"That's if they make it out at all you fool! Sending them into a basilisk den of all places... but I suppose we have few other options."
Lelfaer gives her advisers both a stern look and they fall quiet.
"Come," she beckons, addressing the party once more. "I have gifts for each of you that will aid you in your task."
She leads the group out through a door at the rear of the hall and into a smaller room containing a desk, chest and several bookshelves. Two shining silver breastplates and a full set of full plate armour, much like Keltin's own, are waiting on a thick table against one wall.
"These are of mithril," she explains to Thurston, Bründir and Valaith. "Elven moon-silver. You will find them much easier to travel in than steel."
A wooden mask shaped in the likeness of a beast’s visage also lies upon the table, and leaning against the wall besides it is a staff, with wings carved around its top.
"These are for you two," she continues, handing Vark the staff and Dorno the mask. "The Skyblinder Staff acts as a focus for those who fight with powers such as yours, and the Mask of the Beast can call nature's allies to your side."
She reaches for a cloak hanging nearby, that nobody had noticed until now and hesitates.
Valaith nodded and cast her eyes downward when the Lord rebuked her slightly, but recognized it was done kindly. She quietly follows the others into the Great Hall and looks around in awe, noting the beautiful structure briefly before she noticed Brundir's disquiet. When he suddenly shout and draws his blade, she immediately leaps to his side with her hammer in hand and begins scanning the room!
She wearily stands down and listens to their next request from the elvish Lord and Lady, and their advisors. She sighs at the loss of a soft bed and hot meal, even more so at the lack of mead on their journey. "I am ready to leave this night. Let us gather our equipment quickly and depart. Perhaps Jex would like to accompany us with his cart. I could guide it while you all rest in the back?"
When she is led into storeroom and Lady Lelfaer indicates the beautifully crafted elven breastplate she stares at it in wonderment. She reaches out and gingerly touches it, only to draw her hands back quickly as if expecting to be rebuked. "M'lady, I... this is too nice. I do not deserve this..."
Vark takes the staff in his hands, looking at it with awe. "Th-thank you so much m-m'lady. I... I'm sure it will help." for a moment he is lost in staring at the magical weapon. He turns up as Val's words about leaving tonight process in his head. "Uhm but.. uh might it be ok if we left in the morning? If we're hunting dangerous beasts I'd like to be fully rested." he thinks for a moment again. "Oh! Uhm... M'Lady, or uhm... P-Peldirion I had planned to get something looked at by your local wizard tomorrow. If we're to be leaving sooner... m-maybe one of you could take a look?" With that, Vark produces the silver raven figurine from his robes, holding it out to either of them.
Jex watches the elves hurried into the hall from his perch. He sneers at the sheep mentality and the reliance on their leaders.
One thrust of a blade and this kingdom would be in turmoil. This is how fragile states are made. Stability requires stronger roots and a faith in systems and order. Still, this pair are impressive whilst they last, and no doubt formidable.
As the crowd filters into the hall, it becomes clear his space will not grant him a view of the important events inside. Jex curses to himself and jumps down. Tagging onto the last stragglers entering the hall, Jex flashes his token at the guard to gain entry. He is just in time to see Brundir's display, and makes a half move towards the exit, fearing exposure. The guards are partly swayed though, and he fears it would make him too obvious. He instead, shifts his stance, and backs towards the edge of the room, appearing more akin to the authoritative officiants than one of the crowd. Shuffling around he tries to listen to the conversation at the chair. Keeping himself hidden and far from that damned sword he lingers on the edge of the crowd. As the others disappear through the doorway he makes a move, but fear keeps him from following immediately. Gripped by his need to know what might happen though he stays and listens. He gets an interrogatory look from a nearby guard and gives a sheepish look. "I fear to interrupt, though I am surely invited." He listens a moment longer before entering the room.
"My apologies I was delayed in coming. There were many concerned souls who needed reassurance. I am here though, and ready to be of service if I may?" He gives a stately bow, his confidence seems genuine and their is not a glimmer of hesitancy about the offer.
"This are kingly gifts indeed. I am honored M'Lady and I will carry it with proud and I will bring it in many glorious battles worthy of Valhalla!"
"We will need flasks, and skins to transport as much as we can " says the paladin to Peldirion.
"And I agree, the hour has grow late and we will need our strength we has just arrive from a hard fight. I know the need is great but we will do no good if we can stand on our feet. Let's go rest, no more mead tonight, and we can depart before the sun rises again. "
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As Bründir walks amongst those touched by Nodron his blade flickers, as though uncertain. However, near those who were injured its light is steadfast. When the dwarf places his hand on the hilt he feels his heart rate quicken and adrenaline fire, like his unconscious is warning him of danger.
Thurston is able to more precisely identify those affected. With Thor's sight he can sense countless fiendish entities moving within the bodies of the infected. All of the injured are contaminated, but only some of those who were near the creature.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"M'Lords!" Bründir shouts, calling the room's attention, "Remember we come as friends, so don' take this the wrong way," he begins to retreat toward the hosts on the throne back and pulls his sword. Slowly at first, so as to show everyone the glowing blade, then upright for a fight. "When we fought them comin' from Sheercleft, one of 'em let out a spirit. In the tunnels they summoned more. Stand clear! Draw your weapons!" He barks to the healers and guards present and raises his shield, "My sword's tellin' me somethin' wrong; most of all with the injured."
Over his shield, Bründir's eyes turn across the hall to Valaith. The grim realization falls over him as his own prophetic words ring in his head before they reached the great hall.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Lord Keltin stands, steps forwards and lowers an arm in front of Bründir, pushing his sword down.
"Mr. Bründir," he hisses through his teeth. "Please do not incite a panic."
He waves to his guards to continue as ordered, before taking Bründir aside quietly.
"I am aware of the problem. However, Nodron did not turn for some time after he was injured. We would, if possible, like to help who we can."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Bründir's grip tightens on his sword, "I hope ye're right," he glances across the room, "Because we're bein' led blind by all this! Least ye could do was pull us aside after Nodron - or shit at the damned gate - and tell us what's goin' on rather than lettin' us amble about!" He acratches his head with the rim of his shield for a moment, "Look, ye probably learned as we did when things when arse-up, but we got yer people eyein' us now like we're bringin' a damned plague, an' I'm not so sure we didn't!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Dorno sees Brundir panic and slowly walks over to the dwarf, arms extended, offering a hug. "It's ok to be scared, little man. We will make sick people better. Dorno doesn't want to have to burn any more with magic lights. I don't like fighting."
"Mr Lord man with the Lady, do you think it is a disease? Dorno can help with disease." He rubs his chin in thought. "Well, Dorno cannot, but Oak Father can. Dorno can ask."
Thurston approaches the Lord and the Lady.
"M'Lord, M'Lady" he says with a nod " Thor wishes to best for your people and has granted me the ability to discern those who are affected. I am afraid that all the injured are. I could try to heal some of them if you allow me, but better to warn your guards, if any of them turn, and they attack one of your guards, all the thing will start over. "
Can Thurston use 5 HP of his pool to try to "cure" one of the afflicted?
He will use it, then another divine sense to see if that one is cured.
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“Well... as l-long as we’re here, we can tell you what we found. It might... give us a clue about what’s happening. The bandits were working with uh or protecting... i-it was a cult. Their leader worshipped The Morrigan and she was doing some kind of... binding ritual. Something demonic. We walked into the middle of it... it seems that your people were being used as s-sacrifices or regents... I’m not sure. B-but the leader escaped. She ran out while we fought her underlings. Whatever they were doing... that might be the magic that was still lingering on Irithiel when we brought him here, and what seems to be spreading among the others.”
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Keltin nods to Thurston.
"Araleth also grants me such sight. Do you too feel the evil move within them, as I do? No, this is no mere disease. The powers we can call upon will not suffice."
However, the concern on his face grows as he hears Vark's news.
"The Morrigan? That is grave news indeed... Come. We must confer with my wife."
He beckons to the party to follow, before crossing the hall to Lady Lelfaer and the elves she is speaking with.
"This is Peldirion and Angoldor," he says as they pause their conversation to acknowledge the newcomers. "They advise us in matters both arcane and divine. Peldirion also has extensive alchemical knowledge. He has some ideas as to how this problem might be tackled."
"If by ideas, you mean condemning the innocent to possession and undeath, that is," Angoldor interjects with frustration.
Peldirion sighs.
"Until I have the necessary reagents to flush the demons out, containment is our only option. Those that last until then, we can at least offer a chance."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Dorno once again scratches his chin at mention of reagents, then rummages through several pockets. Seconds later the firbolg's large palms are held out to Peldirion and contain lint, a mushroom, several varieties of leaves, twigs and seeds, an acorn, and a gob of beeswax. He tilts his head at the items and then leans in to whisper to them just before several of the seeds sprout into a variety of tiny plants and one leaf burns into a rather stinky and potent little pile of embers. Dorno looks up at the esteemed elves and smiles, offering up his collection.
Peldirion hesitates for a moment, then his eyes widen as Dorno works his craft. He quickly goes about scavenging several ingredients from the firbolg's enormous hands, before pausing and taking stock of what he has acquired.
"Well," he says with a smile of satisfaction. "That certainly goes a long way on that front."
He reaches into a pouch at his side, deposits the components, and pulls out a long rosewood staff that can't possibly have fitted inside. The elf weighs the staff in his hands, tilting it left and right as though judging the balance, before handing it to Dorno.
"I understand this should be of use to you. A fair trade, I dare say. Now, all that should leave is..."
He begins to mutter to himself and tick things off on his fingers.
"Yep! All that leaves is basilisk blood. I'm afraid I'm fresh out."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Vark winces a bit as he stops speaking, his hands clenched as well. He hangs back from the group as they walk over to the other elves, and the discomfort seems to pass. “B-b-basilisk blood?! I don’t think... wait, what exactly is a basilisk?” He responds from a few feet away.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
At mention of basilisk blood, Dorno looks a big more troubled and makes a half hearted attempt to glance at his various pouches before looking back up at Peldirion and shaking his head to indicate that he does in fact not have any basilisk blood.
As Peldirion offers the rosewood staff in trade, Dorno looks a bit perplexed at first. He reaches for it but hesitates, watching the elf's face, before gently taking the staff. He feels the texture of the wood and sniffs at it, then looks at his old staff in his other hand. Looking back up at Peldirion the druid says "Dorno has a staff." "It is a good staff. It crushes acorns and grinds up roots good, and is good for thumping scary things when Dorno has to. Your staff is prettier, and smells nice. What does it do good?"
Thurston nods to Keltin's words.
"I wish I could do more M'Lord" he adds with sadness in his voice.
When Peldirion mentions the basilisk's blood he looks around to his trobuled companions and he says
" Well.. let's go hunt some basiliks then. There are some of those beasts nearby? Because.. they are beasts, aren't they?"
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"A very large, unpleasant lizard," Peldirion continues casually, in response to Vark's question. "Tend to turn their prey to stone. They're known to house in warrens beneath the Hróna foothills to the north-east. I believe you are already familiar with that region?"
He pauses and turns to Dorno when he hear the druid's question.
"Aha! Oh, yes, of course, but you see, this staff is an Irian Rosewood Focus!" He announces proudly. However, Dorno's facial expression quickly makes clear that this means nothing to him, and so Peldirion continues to explain.
"It, uh. I hear you called upon the power of the moon to cleanse poor Nodron's body of the demons? This should help with that. In the future. You see."
The elf coughs, clearly aware that he has said much, and looks to Lady Lelfaer for further instruction. While Peldirion was talking, she has been exchanging words with Lord Keltin in hushed tones. However, Dorno is able to make out the word Morrigan passing between them.
"Then it is settled," she announces, addressing everyone in the party. "Without Peldirion's serum there may be little hope for those affected. We will try to do what we can in the meantime to stave off the demon plague and you should all make haste back to the Hróna foothills and seek out a basilisk. Beware. They are dangerous beasts and I fear that this is not the last we have seen of this cult's machinations. I have reason to believe there may be more of them in those hills."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"How much of this blood do we need?" asks Thurston " As much as we can get I guess, but... will be enough with one beast?"
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"As much as you can manage!" Peldirion interjects once more. "I shouldn't worry. Once you've found an entrance to their caves, there'll likely be several for you to hunt!"
Angoldor scoffs at the high elf's cheerful tone.
"That's if they make it out at all you fool! Sending them into a basilisk den of all places... but I suppose we have few other options."
Lelfaer gives her advisers both a stern look and they fall quiet.
"Come," she beckons, addressing the party once more. "I have gifts for each of you that will aid you in your task."
She leads the group out through a door at the rear of the hall and into a smaller room containing a desk, chest and several bookshelves. Two shining silver breastplates and a full set of full plate armour, much like Keltin's own, are waiting on a thick table against one wall.
"These are of mithril," she explains to Thurston, Bründir and Valaith. "Elven moon-silver. You will find them much easier to travel in than steel."
A wooden mask shaped in the likeness of a beast’s visage also lies upon the table, and leaning against the wall besides it is a staff, with wings carved around its top.
"These are for you two," she continues, handing Vark the staff and Dorno the mask. "The Skyblinder Staff acts as a focus for those who fight with powers such as yours, and the Mask of the Beast can call nature's allies to your side."
She reaches for a cloak hanging nearby, that nobody had noticed until now and hesitates.
"Where is your half-elven friend?"
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Valaith nodded and cast her eyes downward when the Lord rebuked her slightly, but recognized it was done kindly. She quietly follows the others into the Great Hall and looks around in awe, noting the beautiful structure briefly before she noticed Brundir's disquiet. When he suddenly shout and draws his blade, she immediately leaps to his side with her hammer in hand and begins scanning the room!
She wearily stands down and listens to their next request from the elvish Lord and Lady, and their advisors. She sighs at the loss of a soft bed and hot meal, even more so at the lack of mead on their journey. "I am ready to leave this night. Let us gather our equipment quickly and depart. Perhaps Jex would like to accompany us with his cart. I could guide it while you all rest in the back?"
When she is led into storeroom and Lady Lelfaer indicates the beautifully crafted elven breastplate she stares at it in wonderment. She reaches out and gingerly touches it, only to draw her hands back quickly as if expecting to be rebuked. "M'lady, I... this is too nice. I do not deserve this..."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Vark takes the staff in his hands, looking at it with awe. "Th-thank you so much m-m'lady. I... I'm sure it will help." for a moment he is lost in staring at the magical weapon. He turns up as Val's words about leaving tonight process in his head. "Uhm but.. uh might it be ok if we left in the morning? If we're hunting dangerous beasts I'd like to be fully rested." he thinks for a moment again. "Oh! Uhm... M'Lady, or uhm... P-Peldirion I had planned to get something looked at by your local wizard tomorrow. If we're to be leaving sooner... m-maybe one of you could take a look?" With that, Vark produces the silver raven figurine from his robes, holding it out to either of them.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Jex watches the elves hurried into the hall from his perch. He sneers at the sheep mentality and the reliance on their leaders.
One thrust of a blade and this kingdom would be in turmoil. This is how fragile states are made. Stability requires stronger roots and a faith in systems and order. Still, this pair are impressive whilst they last, and no doubt formidable.
As the crowd filters into the hall, it becomes clear his space will not grant him a view of the important events inside. Jex curses to himself and jumps down. Tagging onto the last stragglers entering the hall, Jex flashes his token at the guard to gain entry. He is just in time to see Brundir's display, and makes a half move towards the exit, fearing exposure. The guards are partly swayed though, and he fears it would make him too obvious. He instead, shifts his stance, and backs towards the edge of the room, appearing more akin to the authoritative officiants than one of the crowd. Shuffling around he tries to listen to the conversation at the chair. Keeping himself hidden and far from that damned sword he lingers on the edge of the crowd. As the others disappear through the doorway he makes a move, but fear keeps him from following immediately. Gripped by his need to know what might happen though he stays and listens. He gets an interrogatory look from a nearby guard and gives a sheepish look. "I fear to interrupt, though I am surely invited." He listens a moment longer before entering the room.
"My apologies I was delayed in coming. There were many concerned souls who needed reassurance. I am here though, and ready to be of service if I may?" He gives a stately bow, his confidence seems genuine and their is not a glimmer of hesitancy about the offer.
Thurston touches the breastplate with reverence.
"This are kingly gifts indeed. I am honored M'Lady and I will carry it with proud and I will bring it in many glorious battles worthy of Valhalla!"
"We will need flasks, and skins to transport as much as we can " says the paladin to Peldirion.
"And I agree, the hour has grow late and we will need our strength we has just arrive from a hard fight. I know the need is great but we will do no good if we can stand on our feet. Let's go rest, no more mead tonight, and we can depart before the sun rises again. "
PbP Character: A few ;)