Gideon looked at the large sword with wonder and awe. "Excuse me, Could you tell me about this sword here? I am curios about this type of weapon. Also how much does it cost?"
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"I'll take them," Valen replied, quickly handing over the gold for the set. I'll have to try and weave these into my Bladesong style. I think I might try them out on our way to Whaeldrake.
As he and his friends browse the wares, he could hear the merchant chatting in the background, talking about the Bregan clan. He heard her say something that made his blood run cold. He fell down to his hands and knees, saying no over and over. His cousin...was the Emperor. He shook himself out of his trance, there was a time and place for everything, and it wasn't here.He stood up collecting himself, "I apologise for my recent outburst, you carried grave news to me, but I am fine now." he says to the merchant while counting his gold coins, "I would like to purchase the large sword there, and thank you for the information. Although it saddens me that I must part ways with such a beautiful lady as yourself, for it is akin to leaving an Oasis while traveling a barren desert. I am Dastrun Sumarr, forever in your service." He finishes by giving her the fifty gold and bowing.
"My aren't you the sweet one. If you weren't a minotaur, I'd enjoy bedding you. The last lot I met were horrendous, and you look like you've had no experience either." The merchant whispers in Dastrun's ear, as she moves the hilt of the Zanbato towards him.
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Dastrun takes the sword and a flash of red comes over his face for a minute, "Well..erm..thank you. I would like to say that if you want to, you can join us on any of our travels and let me know if you need any help." He says with conviction in his voice.
Soolaire intercedes. "Dastrun, she's not a minotaur. You can't just bed those of other races...." he shudders, almost to the point of convulsing. "Dear Father-Dragon, please shield my psychic eye from seeing such horrors in my mind."
With the air teaming with awkwardness, Soolaire makes a point to rid them of it, "Well! This has been an awkward display of failed attempts at swooning women. In Ishahru culture, attractiveness is dictated by the size of the flames you can both flare and maintain. That is how we seduce our women and bed them. If awkward situations are the method of choice for minotaurs, then you must be famed in your attempts at swooning female minotaurs, for there is no way there could be an equal."
Dastrun's heart skips a beat, from the beautiful lady's smile, and because of Sol's comment. "Um..uh...well" Dastrun stammers before coughing into his fist, "Might I, before we part, ask of your name?" He asks, "After all, it's customary for those who meet a goddess to have a name to pray to" he adds on.
Valen clears his throat from behind Dastrun and Soolaire. "While this is very entertaining to watch, I must inform the two of you that we are on a bit of a tight schedule. Milady," he bows towards the tiefling merchant, before spinning on his heel to rejoin the others. As Valen passed Dastrun, a smirk slid over his face. "I'll do you a favor just this once," he whispered, making a gesture towards his familiar circling above them. The raven swooped down and dropped a note in the lap of the merchant, that read, "If you want to contact us, send word to the Amakiir family in Eldryd. They should be able to send the message to us. -V"
As Valen departed from the group surrounding the merchant's wagon, he let his smirk drop. "Back to business, I suppose." Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Amakiir family's retainer that tended to pop up whenever he was leaving town. The man was loading up on a wagon headed for Whaeldrake with a number of other villagers and traders, ready to do business in the other town. Their eyes met for a moment, and the man bowed slightly, before returning to his task. Valen sighed, and went to inspect the transport the villagers had made for the Star.
"I'd hardly call one whose blood is touched by the Nine Hells a goddess" she laughs. "My name is Inspira, if you must know it, Dastrun."
With this, she starts her cart moving again, and you finally notice that there are no horses attached to the harness. It is time for the group to move on.
When the merchant's cart starts rolling away, John turns to his companions and say: My friends, it is time we leave Lady Inspira and her horseless carriage go on their way and we need to gonto ours, Whaleldrake isn't far, but it isn't close either and I think our time facing this beasts only began.
Having said his good byes and thanks to Merella, John is ready to move foward
Dastrun feels a smile settle on his lips, 'Inspira' he thought, 'how inspiring'. He then chuckled to himself and turned to his friends, "Alright let's finish packing up and move out. We got a long journey ahead." He says.
Chance is paying attention to the environment, appreciating the wonders which surround him. Also keeping his Eldritch Senses on alert for any possible waylays.
During the journey John talked with his companions about the Eternal Sun, the Lord of Light and His dogma and also about combat he saw while enlisted in the Krydionta Militia.
One time we where following a Shuid Swar force through the plains of Erifield, west from Krydionta. We followed them for 3 days straight, they were keeping a half-day march distance from us, so it was clear to us that they didn't intend to meet us in the field of battle, at least not at that time so our commander, Thomas (John makes a pause after saying his commander's name), he decided to make a daring move as it was customary of him; he sent our cavalry with part of the infantry to ride hard and wide around their forces for 1 day and a half dividing our forces in 3: the West and Left Wings and the reserve that stayed behind the Shuid Swar force.
The enemy didn't see the maneuver or the brilliance of it. Now hour forces were half a day march from its back line and half a day march from its front line, giving time for the cavalry and infantry that had the hard march to rest and be ready for the confrontation.
On that they the tactics of the Pincer and the Hammer and Anvil were combined by our commander and we won the game of cat and mouse, right before the enemy force joined with their reserve, we later found out that they were trying to ambush us, 3 days march after the Battle of Erifield, as it became to be known.
With a clear look of pride but also pain, John finishes his tale of one of the last battles won by his brother, may the Lord of Light keep his soul.
Valen's ears perked up when he heard John's story. "I think I heard about that while I was stationed in... Where was it? Port Lervrth, I think. A bit further north, of where you were, if I remember my geography correctly, which I probably don't. I was just running training exercises up there, so there wasn't that much excitement. I don't seem to recall the last name of this 'Thomas' that you're talking about, but he certainly was a brilliant commander." Valen smiled as he thought about his days back when he was first training in the art of the Bladesong, in Eldryd. "I always had a desire to do something like that. But I always had trouble with names and geography," Valen sighed, ashamed he couldn't remember the commander's name. "Part of the reason I left, actually. If I couldn't remember my men's names, or know the layout of the terrain, I wouldn't make a very good captain, now would I?"
When Dastrun asked about the roles we played in the military John responds: At least I did not command men on the battlefield, I was the field medic to my battalion so my charge was to keep them alive. I have some formal training in combat tactics and field positioning of troops but that was not my main role. I actually got in the Military by some accident. When the Lord of Light blessing was reveled I was sent to train in the Clergy of the temple back in Kyridionta, but I did not have the diligence or discipline required for profound studies so I joined the Justicar, the military branch of the church.
Gideon looked at the large sword with wonder and awe. "Excuse me, Could you tell me about this sword here? I am curios about this type of weapon. Also how much does it cost?"
"That Zanbato costs 50 gold. They take immense strength to wield, but pack a punch when they are wielded."
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"I'll take them," Valen replied, quickly handing over the gold for the set. I'll have to try and weave these into my Bladesong style. I think I might try them out on our way to Whaeldrake.
Chance politely browses through the Tiefling Merchants wares. Just checking out to see if he finds anything of particular interest.
He cordially thanks the Merchant.
As he and his friends browse the wares, he could hear the merchant chatting in the background, talking about the Bregan clan. He heard her say something that made his blood run cold. He fell down to his hands and knees, saying no over and over. His cousin...was the Emperor. He shook himself out of his trance, there was a time and place for everything, and it wasn't here.He stood up collecting himself, "I apologise for my recent outburst, you carried grave news to me, but I am fine now." he says to the merchant while counting his gold coins, "I would like to purchase the large sword there, and thank you for the information. Although it saddens me that I must part ways with such a beautiful lady as yourself, for it is akin to leaving an Oasis while traveling a barren desert. I am Dastrun Sumarr, forever in your service." He finishes by giving her the fifty gold and bowing.
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"My aren't you the sweet one. If you weren't a minotaur, I'd enjoy bedding you. The last lot I met were horrendous, and you look like you've had no experience either." The merchant whispers in Dastrun's ear, as she moves the hilt of the Zanbato towards him.
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Dastrun takes the sword and a flash of red comes over his face for a minute, "Well..erm..thank you. I would like to say that if you want to, you can join us on any of our travels and let me know if you need any help." He says with conviction in his voice.
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"Sorry, but I'll be staying here for a couple of days, before I go elsewhere. Besides, I'm very capable of dealing with would be bandits."
She flashes a wicked grin as she mentions dealing with bandits, and those who see it can't help but feel nervous.
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Soolaire intercedes. "Dastrun, she's not a minotaur. You can't just bed those of other races...." he shudders, almost to the point of convulsing. "Dear Father-Dragon, please shield my psychic eye from seeing such horrors in my mind."
With the air teaming with awkwardness, Soolaire makes a point to rid them of it, "Well! This has been an awkward display of failed attempts at swooning women. In Ishahru culture, attractiveness is dictated by the size of the flames you can both flare and maintain. That is how we seduce our women and bed them. If awkward situations are the method of choice for minotaurs, then you must be famed in your attempts at swooning female minotaurs, for there is no way there could be an equal."
Dastrun's heart skips a beat, from the beautiful lady's smile, and because of Sol's comment. "Um..uh...well" Dastrun stammers before coughing into his fist, "Might I, before we part, ask of your name?" He asks, "After all, it's customary for those who meet a goddess to have a name to pray to" he adds on.
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Valen clears his throat from behind Dastrun and Soolaire. "While this is very entertaining to watch, I must inform the two of you that we are on a bit of a tight schedule. Milady," he bows towards the tiefling merchant, before spinning on his heel to rejoin the others. As Valen passed Dastrun, a smirk slid over his face. "I'll do you a favor just this once," he whispered, making a gesture towards his familiar circling above them. The raven swooped down and dropped a note in the lap of the merchant, that read, "If you want to contact us, send word to the Amakiir family in Eldryd. They should be able to send the message to us. -V"
As Valen departed from the group surrounding the merchant's wagon, he let his smirk drop. "Back to business, I suppose." Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Amakiir family's retainer that tended to pop up whenever he was leaving town. The man was loading up on a wagon headed for Whaeldrake with a number of other villagers and traders, ready to do business in the other town. Their eyes met for a moment, and the man bowed slightly, before returning to his task. Valen sighed, and went to inspect the transport the villagers had made for the Star.
"I'd hardly call one whose blood is touched by the Nine Hells a goddess" she laughs. "My name is Inspira, if you must know it, Dastrun."
With this, she starts her cart moving again, and you finally notice that there are no horses attached to the harness. It is time for the group to move on.
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When the merchant's cart starts rolling away, John turns to his companions and say: My friends, it is time we leave Lady Inspira and her horseless carriage go on their way and we need to gonto ours, Whaleldrake isn't far, but it isn't close either and I think our time facing this beasts only began.
Having said his good byes and thanks to Merella, John is ready to move foward
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Dastrun feels a smile settle on his lips, 'Inspira' he thought, 'how inspiring'. He then chuckled to himself and turned to his friends, "Alright let's finish packing up and move out. We got a long journey ahead." He says.
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The Journey Begins.
Your journey starts off uneventfully, with nothing of note happening on the first day.
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Chance is paying attention to the environment, appreciating the wonders which surround him. Also keeping his Eldritch Senses on alert for any possible waylays.
During the journey John talked with his companions about the Eternal Sun, the Lord of Light and His dogma and also about combat he saw while enlisted in the Krydionta Militia.
One time we where following a Shuid Swar force through the plains of Erifield, west from Krydionta. We followed them for 3 days straight, they were keeping a half-day march distance from us, so it was clear to us that they didn't intend to meet us in the field of battle, at least not at that time so our commander, Thomas (John makes a pause after saying his commander's name), he decided to make a daring move as it was customary of him; he sent our cavalry with part of the infantry to ride hard and wide around their forces for 1 day and a half dividing our forces in 3: the West and Left Wings and the reserve that stayed behind the Shuid Swar force.
The enemy didn't see the maneuver or the brilliance of it. Now hour forces were half a day march from its back line and half a day march from its front line, giving time for the cavalry and infantry that had the hard march to rest and be ready for the confrontation.
On that they the tactics of the Pincer and the Hammer and Anvil were combined by our commander and we won the game of cat and mouse, right before the enemy force joined with their reserve, we later found out that they were trying to ambush us, 3 days march after the Battle of Erifield, as it became to be known.
With a clear look of pride but also pain, John finishes his tale of one of the last battles won by his brother, may the Lord of Light keep his soul.
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Valen's ears perked up when he heard John's story. "I think I heard about that while I was stationed in... Where was it? Port Lervrth, I think. A bit further north, of where you were, if I remember my geography correctly, which I probably don't. I was just running training exercises up there, so there wasn't that much excitement. I don't seem to recall the last name of this 'Thomas' that you're talking about, but he certainly was a brilliant commander." Valen smiled as he thought about his days back when he was first training in the art of the Bladesong, in Eldryd. "I always had a desire to do something like that. But I always had trouble with names and geography," Valen sighed, ashamed he couldn't remember the commander's name. "Part of the reason I left, actually. If I couldn't remember my men's names, or know the layout of the terrain, I wouldn't make a very good captain, now would I?"
Dastrun cocks his head to the side, "So none of you have commanded men?" He asks, while adding "That's surprising"
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When Dastrun asked about the roles we played in the military John responds: At least I did not command men on the battlefield, I was the field medic to my battalion so my charge was to keep them alive. I have some formal training in combat tactics and field positioning of troops but that was not my main role. I actually got in the Military by some accident. When the Lord of Light blessing was reveled I was sent to train in the Clergy of the temple back in Kyridionta, but I did not have the diligence or discipline required for profound studies so I joined the Justicar, the military branch of the church.
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