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Ulwe
Ulwe
Posts: 1554
(9/7/05 7:39 am)
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Re: Feast
Ulwe inside the mind of the dragon-newt noble Sekestia, posing as the Eritani woman Talla, keeps a close watch on the chest. He/She also keeps a protective vigil over his/her guard and disciples.
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doggius
Pogar
Posts: 1240
(9/7/05 12:03 pm)
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Re: Feast
Nryl will remain fairly close to Sekestia and the chest. Nryl's first resonsiblity is to his kin, those that are around him. Next, is the chest, safely delivered to the appropriate people. Nryl will watch the people that have gathered, awaiting the Chieftain.
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 1593
(9/7/05 12:31 pm)
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Re: Feast
Sangraal/Lothos/Inil settles down on a rather plushy pillow appearing to be relaxed his eyes scan the tent taking note of exits and people. Time permitting he attempts to strike up a conversation with some of the other guests.
[OOC: Sense Motive +5
Sangraal will watch the people in the tent and try to get a sense for the general mode in the tent. ]
Edited by: yucatanyeti at: 9/7/05 12:33 pm
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 1379
(9/7/05 3:45 pm)
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Re: Feast
Draxim/Tauros disguised as the human Savud drinks in every detail that he can about these demi-gods from the misty past.
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1683
(9/7/05 3:56 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Madragar/Amanos stands silently behind and to the right of Sekastia. He sits only when it seems that it would be rude to remain standing. He is very aware of the location of his klanth and watches those around him with a calm alertness.
[Amanos is nowhere near his klanth. It's back at their camp in a locked chest. The companions, in their forms as Ertrani emmissaries, are unarmed which is the custom for foreign visitors. -GM]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/8/05 7:23 am
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4534
(9/8/05 7:40 am)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Trying to look natural in their unfamiliar forms and surroundings, the companions sit around their empty table and wait. Amanos quickly feels the eyes of those in the tent as he remains standing and in a few minutes decides to sit.
Soon a young girl in long braids shuttles by the table and deposits eight large wooden mugs, each brimming with some dark liquid. In a cloud of steam and a tantalizing whoosh a pile of sliced lamb meat is poured into a huge hot skillet just a few feet away. The smell is intoxicating and the many guests chitter and smile at such an enjoyable signal of the impending feast.
The few dozen Moagarans in the tent (at least those that are clearly not servers or cooks) are well dressed and appear reasonably wealthy. They all still maintain a travel-worn look about them, however, and to a man are all armed with sabres in brilliantly decorated sheaths.
Without ceremony another group enters the tent and conversation audibly diminishes as the newcomers stride directly to a table to the right of the thrones, opposite the companions, and seat themselves. There are six of the men, five of them draped in long black robes that conceal everything but gleaming eyes set within dusky flesh. The sixth man has his face uncovered, but is otherwise similarly clad in the dark silk robes of his companions. He smiles at the assembled host, his black hair and beard contrasting with his bright eyes and white teeth.
[Note to Atan, Pogar, and Janes.]
Lothos doesn't find an opportunity to converse with anyone in the tent as it seems the guests are giving the Ertrani delegation a respectful distance. He believes that there may be a custom about carousing with foreign emissaries before they have been introduced by the chieftain.
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doggius
Pogar
Posts: 1242
(9/8/05 8:39 am)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Nryl leans in close to Sekestia and gyrates as though he is animatedly discussing a matter of great concern that pertains to nothing in the tent, he whispers "Those newcomers, it looks as though they are wearing armor under their cloaks. Be wary and prepared, as you have taught us." he finishes with a slight nod of respect to his noble.
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 1594
(9/8/05 12:46 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
As Pogar whispers softly to Ulwe, Sangraal/Lothos overhears the word "armor". It takes him a minute but soon he has located the source of the comment. Wishing he had listened more intentently to Kezib's impromptu lessons on the practice field in Dobrug Sangraal looks into his mug and takes a sip.
[OOC: Sangraal keeps an eye on the armored guests. ]
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1684
(9/8/05 1:32 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Madragar/Amanos casually eyes the route between himself and the camp, and examines the exits and possible routes of approach toward his noble.
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4538
(9/8/05 1:49 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
An iron bell chimes, a single clarion note carried through the feast tent on the cool evening breeze. A moment later the bell chimes again and all conversation within the pavilion ceases. Cooks and servers scatter to the perimeter of the tent to stand deathly still and silent.
A wide flap at the back of the tent is pulled aside and through the opening a procession marches slowly toward the two wooden thrones. First comes a quartet of elders, their intricate and colorful robes festooned with silver jewelry. Each wears a circlet of gold atop the gray hair of his head. The four seem to be sages, councilors, priests, or perhaps all three. They enter the tent and seat themselves on either side of the thrones - two near the companions, and two near the black robed newcomers.
Behind this group marches a man that looks like he would be at home among the sweatiest, dirtiest horsemen in the settlement. His hair is black, but a layer of road dust gives it a brownish hue. The man is relatively short for a Moagaran, but appears strong and capable. Behind the priests he walks around the two thrones and seats himself in the smaller of the two, leaving the large, opulant seat open.
At the back of the procession is an even dozen Moagaran women, each clad from head to toe in burnished scale armor. The red of their garments frames their grim faces and peeks out here and there from behind their shining panoplies. Each bears a long sheathed blade held a foot in front of their chests, point down. The women form a line behind the throne and then kneel, laying their weapons across their thighs.
The procession complete, the man on the small throne, who the companions quickly surmise is the chieftain Ogdalaan, rises and claps his hands loudly. In a commanding voice, but one that seems weary of the ceremony, he begins the feast.
"Men of Rhusai," Ogdalaan gestures toward the six men in black robes, "and men of Ertrani." The chieftain extends a hand toward Ulwe/Sekastia and yields a slight bow. "You are our guests."
Ogdalaan drops back into his throne and the servers leap into action. In minutes the whole feast hall is full of talking, or shouting, men, their mouths half full of hot lamb meat and cups of strong wine clanking here and there. Ogdalaan eats alone while the four elders, and the twelve sword maidens, sit in silence.
The companions, thankful that the food is so much like what they are accustomed to eating, enjoy their meal thoroughly. It had been some time since they've eaten anything hot.
One of the black robed Rhusai (the one with his head uncovered) rises in the middle of the meal and addresses Ogdalaan. The sounds of conversation in the hall quickly receeds as everyone listens with interest.
"Friend Ogdalaan, husband to our beloved Queen, cousin of the Rhusai in thought and deed, champion of the Moagari, our noble crown bids you health and long life. Yalai is well and regrets she could not make this journey yet she hopes that her absence will make her diversion all the more enticing."
"I am called Rhal Dhvash and the House of Whispers is my domain. Long have I listened to wise council and the words of foreign ambassadors within the Halls of Autumn. Thus my Queen commands my presence here in hopes of turning you aside from a path that would bring great hardship and woe upon your noble people."
"Thus does my Queen yearn for your return to the lands of the south. Cast aside your Vhelding chains and turn away from the errand that these foreigners would have you pursue. The east is foul and full of malice, while the lands of the Rhusai are wide and fertile beyond imagining. There too is your bride, the Feathered Queen Yalai, and she bids you come to her side and rule over her domain as you have promised."
As the Rhusai ambassador bows a chorus of cheers and pewter mugs thumping on wooden tables echoes through the halls. By no means all of the assembled Moagari nobles are reacting favorably to the man's speach, but enough that Ogdalaan seems moved by it. Rhal Dvash bows to the assembled host and is then seated.
[Note to Madragar and Khelzhad.]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/8/05 1:58 pm
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 743
(9/8/05 8:59 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Khelzhad/Tagh takes in the scene around him, and the diplomat in him is pleased by the small display of ceremony. He makes a mental note to seek out the court bard after the meal as he concentrates on the Rhusai ambassador's words and his mission as D'agul the Ertrani.
[Note to GM]
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1686
(9/9/05 8:35 am)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Madragar turns aside to cough quietly and then turns back to the scene.
[note to GM]
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 745
(9/9/05 11:30 am)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
With the pause of courtesy expired, Khezhad rises and adresses the lord of the Moagari:
"Noble Ogdalaan, we are honored to share your feast hall. I am D'agul of the Ertrani and I do not contest the words of Rhal Dhvash. May the lands of the Rhusai forever prosper under the Light.
But all roads lead to hardship and woe, as well as joy and peace. For if you dwell in the lands of the Rhusai, verily will thy herds increase upon that plain. But equally shall the shadow grow in the east - a plague to fester and harry thy descendants if not met now. The Ertrani are brave but few, and the enemy are many. But together we can rid the land of Shadow to the honor of the Lightbringers.
As a token of our sincerity, our king has sent gifts for thee to share in the bounty of life in the east. Your lands will be your own, as will the eternal gratitute of the Ertrani people. Your coming will be a light of hope for those who have fought many battles against the Shadow-folk, and your name will be sung into lore."
[Khelzhad will use all of his skills as a speaker: Diplomacy + 4 to observe custom, Perform + 6 to try and whip up the crowd.]
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4543
(9/9/05 11:35 am)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
An equal eruption of applause and exhortation follows Khelzhad's speech, a different faction within the assembled Moagaran nobles making known their desire to migrate east. Ogdalaan quiets them with a raised hand.
"And what of these gifts," he inquires, leaning forward in his chair.
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 1595
(9/9/05 11:36 am)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
[OOC: clap, clap,clap. You had me at Noble.... ]
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 746
(9/9/05 2:19 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Khelzhad/Tagh/D'agul motions to Madragar/Amanos and Sangraal/Lothos to retrieve the chest. The two know that even diluted by the spirit of Khelzhad, the will Tagh Karach will not leave his Noble's side.
[The chest is there in the feast hall with you. -GM]
[Ah, better]
Khelzahd relenquishes the floor as the others present the chest.
[I am guessing that Sekastia/Ulwe will have to unlock it?]
Edited by: squarefodder at: 9/9/05 3:16 pm
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 1598
(9/9/05 4:31 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Sangraal/Lothos/Inil rises from his seat and grab ahold of one of the handles on the wooden chest. After Madragar/Amanos ( or anyone) takes the other handle Sangraal carries it forward to the waiting King and places it gently on the ground before him.
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4545
(9/9/05 5:03 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
[Yes. Hopefully Ulwe/Sekastia/Joyner will grace us with his/her/his presence in the near future.
There is, however, a long tradition of critical absences in RPG campaigns. When one player absolutely has to be there so his character can fulfill some important plot hook, or reveal that tantalizing secret he's been keeping, that is invariably the session he's out of town. -GM]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/9/05 5:11 pm
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doggius
Pogar
Posts: 1243
(9/9/05 10:09 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Since Nryl is already next to the chest, he stands and helps Lothos lift the heavy wooden chest and moves to present it to the chieftain.
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Ulwe
Ulwe
Posts: 1555
(9/10/05 1:35 pm)
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Re: Interlude: Migration
Ulwe/Sekesta/Talla walks over the the large chest borne by her comrades. and adresses the Moagaran monarch:
"I am Tala. Your majesty Ogdalaan, D'agul speaks true. We have gifts from our King for you and the peoples of Moagara in exchange for oaths made by the Moagari to aid our folk to rid our land of the Shadow Folk. Our lands we will share with the Moagari. All that is north and west of the Threid River shall be theirs and none shall be their masters any longer. And if you and your folk swear this oath, these treasures shall be yours as well."
With that, The dragon-newt noble/Aerendalen priest/Eritani noblewoman throws open the chest to reveal its contents to Ogdalaan.
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