He nodded glad to the see the strange feline creature seemed friendly enough. This expedition was certainly starting to get very interesting. He moved back torwards the wolf and the dog.
Perhaps we will be packmates Frostfire, and you my big strong fellow, your master treat you well?
He gruffly woofed and chuffed at the Bull Mastiff offering him a friendly scritch as well.
Taenweth watched as the holy man carried on a conversation with both wolf and dog. She herself did not possess such a talent but had seen it done over the years of her life.
She bid welcome to the human male and the catfolk female. She was not as surprised by the catfolk as the half blood but he was still young and Derra was possibly his first encounter. Taenweth had listened to his story about his noble mother and rascal father. So his sire was Elven...and they had contact and communication...intriguing. The half blood certainly did not speak like any Elf she knew and he had yet to address her even though she had introduced herself to the group earlier - twice when Pyros had entered and she had struck up a conversation with him. Perhaps he was not interested in speaking to a full-blooded Elf due to his rascal father.
The one called Autumn had invited the male Aasimar to the table to join in the general conversation, so as she waited for him to take a seat, Taenweth sipped on her wine and ate a little more of the carrots on her plate.
Turning her focus on Sir Andreas and Derra, she swallowed the last of her honeyed carrots and asked in silvery voice, "Good eve. I am Taenweth. How do you both fare this night?"
Frostbite returned to Autumn's side, settling next to her and giving an excited yip. Autumn turned her attention to her faithful wolf, offering a smile. "What has you all worked up girl?" She asked. Frostbite yip again before looking back to Herger, then again to her alpha. The aasimar turned her head to look to Herger. "You where... talking to her weren't you?" She asked.
Those near enough to the front door hear something hit the doorknob from outside. The door then swings open, revealing a man standing outside.
His cloak blowing in the wind, a tallish and rather strong looking fellow stands outside. The man walks to the doorway of the Inn, and He cracks his whip (removing the end from the door). Finally, he saunters into The Champion Inn.
Once inside he announces "I do hope that I'm fashionably late as usual, I wouldn't want anyone to have to try and make an entrance after the dilettante extraordinaire called Gage.", looking around for the man in charge.
Those who bother to look at Gage after he walks through the Inn’s threshold see that he is wearing a pair of brown boots, beige wool breeches, a thick sturdy brown leather belt (that match his brown eyes and hair), an ample and frost-encrusted hooded cloak, as well as an off-white shirt.
Gage greets the Lord Mayor's Chief Constable, Edran Hull ”Greetings Chief Constable Hull, this warrior poet is at your service. Call for Gage if you need me.”
Gage then gives a small bow and collects some pork on his way over to Herger.
”Salutations sir, I’m Gage; might I have the pleasure of knowing your name and what those sounds were?”
He rose for a moment glancing about the others.
"A gift from Erastil."
He began in explanation lifting up his holy symbol.
"It makes it easier to help tame the land if you truly can understand the farm animals. Your're wolf speaks highly of you Miss Autumn, and of course that speaks volumes of yourself."
He smiled and looked slightly down to the bard and inclined his head and offered his forearm. He didnt think ability was all that useful especially since it seemed such a minor thing to him really.
Herger Orickson. Cleric of Erastil, father and well hopeful applicant for this charter. I will not lie, it would be my third try in those so called riverlands, though the last homestead we tried to build was far to the south and along the eastern borders of the lands. Both times it was just my son and I however... I have hopes with a charter and fine allies this time we will succeed.
He began nodded to those gathered about Autumns table. He had to speak with the elf maiden at some point, she had been after all here first and like he, seemed to prefer to wisely look and take stock before speaking. . . A trait he usually shared. He motioned for another ale.
"Oh yes, very well. She picked me from my litter herself, recognized me as the strongest and smartest. We have hunted and adventured together ever since."
Vitellia was caught somewhat off-guard by the sudden flurry of activity and conversation as several new candidates for the expedition arrived at The Champion. A cat-woman! She'd never seen anything of the sort, though she knew the world contained wonders beyond what she'd ever see in her lifetime.
The most recent to enter was an impressively tall cloaked man, though his entrance was such clear artifice and performance she could do little beyond roll her eyes.
Perun entered, the dust from the road freshly (magically) removed from his garments.
He took stock of the inhabitants of the building, taking note of their conversations and taking a glass of wine for himself. When the man that identified himself as Herger spoke, Perun decided to chime in. First, to be polite, Perun brought the ale the man motioned for himself.
"Sometimes, things happen for a reason. In the face of tragedy,that statement is triteajd pedantic. Here, though...perhaps you've been delayed so that you may find just the right people to adventure with."
Perun spoke a bit more loudly, calling upon his training in rhetoric. He did not shout or overpower other conversations, but he projected enough to be heard by any that decided to pay attention.
"What we must decide is why we wish to accept this mission. I'm certain that many are the ones that would heed such a calling for self-aggrandizement, or the increase of their own wealth. I wish to undertake this quest, and I am hoping to find others that fit a certain mold. I want to use whatever prestige, power or wealth I win to improve the life of the common man. If any here share such a goal, they may call me friend. Ah...how rude! Call me Perun, and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Herger."
Fenn returned to his seat, noting the many new arrivals with some wonder. He notices the very lovely Elven woman gazing at him and he smiled nodding to her as he took his seat and commented, "Uhm, Hello ma'am, Miss ... Ah must seem like a real 'turnip in a pile of apples' here... so many nobles and whatnot... and then jus' commoner meh... not really sure if'n I fit in here.. but Ah'm gonna try!"
He ponders for a second then replies in Elvish...
His country drawl almost completely vanishes when speaking elvish... clearly whoever taught him elvish was very good teacher.
Nodding to Autumn, " is a fine name... perhaps when she's don' playing with ..er .. I'll wrassle with her a bit, er if'n ya don't mind... nobody knows how ta enjoy a good ole romp on the floor than a wolf... believe meh... marvelous beasts!"
He smiles picking up his corncob-pipe to fill it will leaf from his pouch and lights it with a taper from a candle on the table.
Pipe in mouth he listens to Orickson and comments, {Puff}"... Well 'Father' of Deadeye's faith... {puff} yur jus' the kinda folks Ah come ta assist... {puff}...taming the Riverlands for peaceful-like folks... Ah'm sure we can make a difference this time!"
...the smell of his pipe is a rich but pleasant aroma, not powerful or overbearing but wholesome after a fashion.
He smiles widely at the words of the troubadour, "Well said, and well Met~ Mistah, ! {Puff}... sometimes a man's got ta have faith... {puff}... that no matter how much disappointment seems ta pile on... {Puff}... that there is a greater wisdom.. perhaps only known to tha' gods~ {Puff}... but it will all work out in tha' end.. if'n ya don't let discouragement have its way!"
He winks an emerald eye at both Herger and Perun.
Cocking his head he looks at the 'Fancy Pants', cracking a whip at the door to make an entrance... and wrinkles his nose a bit at such antics.. but makes no comment... enjoying his pipe...
"Yes, good." Constable Hull nods pleasantly at Herger. "Help yourself to the refreshments." He makes no comment about the blessing of the food, there are many gods, and different folks might prefer the blessing of a different god. Of course, food is a blessing in itself, to Edran's way of thinking.
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The young bar tender smiles at Mamise. "I have some champagne from Cheliax." He pours a tall stemmed glass, and slides it across the bar.
He leans over with a conspiratorial grin, and whispers. 'Yeah I hear plenty of stories. You don't want to hear about Constable Hull though, he's nothing but duty this, and duty that. You want to know which horse is your best bet, and for that, I'm your man."
Mamise's parting comment seems to fill the fellow's head with speculation. Clearly he is trying to think of what to tell her, that would earn the implied reward.
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The Constable bows to Gird.
"Ah, House Medvyed graces us with it's presence. It's an honor, my lord. The Lord Mayor offers this simple repast, in hope that you find it refreshing."
Edran gestures toward the table, laden with food, while one of the girls hurries forward to find out what his drinking pleasure might be.
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Fenn:
"Hot cider, why certainly. It will take a few moments to prepare." She heads through the doors that presumably lead to the kitchen.
Constable Hull eyes the half frozen youth before him. Good you could make it. Get some food, warm yourself by the fire."
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None of the help says anything when Vitellia brings her dog into the building, but there are disapproving looks. The stable would perhaps be a more appropriate place to leave one's dog. Common folk know that the nobles sometime treat their pets better than their vassals, though.
Even Constable Hull seems a touch apprehensive when Frostbite enters. The wolves of the north are fierce beasts. The horses out in the stables wouldn't much like a wolf among them, either. It helps that the serving staff is very professional, the Lord mayor had picked this establishment for a reason. Soon enough, the tavern folk relax, this wolf seems to be more like a great, overgrown puppy.
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About the time Fenn asks for a broom, an elderly woman arrives with a bucket, and mop, and a drying rack for Fenn's boots. She fends off Fenn's efforts to clean up. "Just you rest your bones young fellow. Put your boots on this and set near the fire. Not too close mind you." The clean-up is done quickly and efficiently. The serving staff is quiet and unobtrusive, clearing away empty plates and keeping drinks filled as needed.
Constable Hull continues to nod and greet the newcomers and directs them to the food laden table, while keeping a keen eye on the proceedings
Fenn smiles for Constable Hull, "Much obliged Sah... Thank ya fur tha' warm welcome and the good company!"
At the insistence of the Elderly woman, Fenn grins, "...thank ya ma'am.. aheh, back home Ah'm not one fur doin' chores regular-like.. but Ah'm also not one ta shirk responsibility fur tha' messes Ah make! Tis' unkind ta' make work fur others when Ah'm not so keen on chores mahself! Ah' always willing ta' lend a hand fur those who needs it though... Ah tryin' ta be more ..y'know.. manly~ childhood's ovah an Ah knows how ta' respect mah elders! So you jus' ask if'n ya need somethin' moved or cleaned up!" And he bows to the elderly matron respectfully.
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Cleaning his pipe for another round of use he comments, "Mistah .. sorry.. Ah think Ah'd butcher ya last name if'n Ah tried to pro-now-see it~ you said there were brigand's attackin' farms ta the south o' here? How many brigands were there? Ah'm not from .. but Ah'm a fair hand with a blade and always willing ta' help folks put down bandits as hurt innocent peoples! If'n we gots time before or even if Ah'm not chosen fur the mission.. Ah'll at least pledge mah steel ta dealin' with them bandits! We have an here.. surly tha' three o' us can handle them? Poeple's lives may be at stake if'n we let them brigands wander about!"
He smiles warmly as a serving maid brings him his Warm Cider... then when she meets his eyes and returns the smile...
He notices the very lovely Elven woman gazing at him and he smiled nodding to her as he took his seat and commented, "Uhm, Hello ma'am, Miss ... Ah must seem like a real 'turnip in a pile of apples' here... so many nobles and whatnot... and then jus' commoner meh... not really sure if'n I fit in here.. but Ah'm gonna try!"
He ponders for a second then replies in Elvish...
** spoiler omitted **His country drawl almost completely vanishes when speaking elvish... clearly whoever taught him elvish was very good teacher.
Moments after her silent pondering, the half-blood addressed her and she was somewhat taken aback, but managed a polite smile his way.
"Fenn the Younger, your mother was a Human noble and your father an Elf . You are far from common stock, no matter where you were born and raised. Never belittle your station. Stand proud of your dam and sire." Her voice had remained even, nor remotely raised, as she spoke to Fenn. There was no censure or anger in her statement. Taenweth was simply guiding the half-blood into seeing the matter in a different light.
She approved when he reverted to the Elvish tongue and her visage grew brighter for his inflections and intonations were much cleaner/clearer than his Common tongue.
In Elven, she replied,
Gage addresses Autumn "Ah, Autumn? Like the season? Are you the owner of this canine? A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I’m Gage.
May I?” Gage gestures towards Frostbite, hopeful for permission to give him a pet.
”I must say that I’ve always liked dogs, but she is a wolf, isn't she? She is exceedingly well behaved.”
A somewhat haggard looking Gnome opens the door, and after taking a moment to compose himself, assuming an air of easygoing confidence and a mischievously smirk, he scans the room with his gaze before settling on an elf with flowing brown hair talking to some shmuck in a corner. He mutters something under his breath, causing Taenweth's hair to turn a magnificent shade of purple just like his own. He then skips over to her, hugs her around the waist and loudly proclaims "My long lost sister! How oft I thought I was alone in this world, stranded in a dreary coulourless world by the whims of fate! But now I know, that I am not alone, and that fate, destiny, the powers that be have all conspired to bring us together!" he then lets go of her and jumps onto the table (it's quite the jump for a Gnome) and yells "The next round is on me!" he then grabs the apple from the boar's mouth and takes a quick bite of it before pausing as he realizes he neglected to give an introduction. He hastily adds "My name is Random and I am your vertically challenged long lost oaf of a brother, pleased to meet you." he then gives a flourishing bow to the constable before hopping back down from the table and grabbring himself a plate of food.
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"Fenn my dear lad, well I guess i'll have to go do some research and see if you are a true family member. If you are well, you deserve to enjoy the Medvyed legacy and be embraced in the family, so we can benefit from you perspective."
After Sir Andreas der Eisfalke enters and makes his greetings
"Welcome good Sir, may Kelinahats graces guide your steps"
Gird takes the seat profferred by Autumn
"Thank you my lady... I guess I have forgotten to mention that I am a follower of Kelinahat an Inquisitor even.. although I suppose it wouldn't quite be right for a follower of the Empyreal Lord of spies, stealth, and the gathering of intelligence to blab his intentions to everyone."
Gird looks bemusedly at the two bards as they each make their own style of entrance
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Mamise almost does a spit-take during Fenn's logorrhea. Merciful sprites of Gronzi, the bumpkin is a Medvyed bastard! Does he even realize the implications?
Looking at the latest arrivals, she tries to file them. A catfolk! And it looks like no one is shunning her for her appearance? How is it? Did I stumble into some particularly tolerant bunch of people? As for the three outlandish newcomer, well, I suppose that adventure calls for the garish and the weird.
After spending a short amount of time in thought, she addresses Derra. "Oh, m'lady, I assure you, I know the problems one can have with a natural fur coat. Forgive me the small deception, friends" she addresses those near, specifically keeping an eye on the two nobles for their reaction "but I was afraid of being frowned upon for my birth."
She spins in place, and her appearance changes from that of a short, auburn-haired young lady to that of an equally short foxfolk, her fur the same colour of her hair. "Allow me to introduce myself again. Mamise Iwani, from the Gronzi forest. I am, as I said, a magic user, a diplomat, and if it should come to that, a master of disguise and an infiltrator."
Fenn.. is nothing short of stunned by both Taenweth's and Gird's revelations to him about what clearly must be the significance of the signet ring he bears...
For the first time this evening... the handsome half-elf is speechless... for several moments... as he slumps back in his chair... eyes haunted considering what he has learned...
Eventually,"..t-then..pap, 'Stonesson' is NOT mah dad? Ah should have known..."
He leans forward clasping his hands together peering at the ring on his hand not speaking to anyone in particular, "...a~ all these years. Why didn't he ...tell me? Tha' might mean ... mah real dad... an elf might still be alive... maybe... even mah mom?"
"...why did they .. why was Ah abandoned... did they not want me?"
He closes his eyes, emotion gripping him he answered Taenweth in elvish...
"Ah always wondered why pap.. hated meh so much... all tha' beatings and casual cruelty... why did he even bring meh ta' 'Little Tree' if not ta' raise his son? Ah was nevah his son, all he evah did was belittle and abus~"
His voice cracks and he goes silent...
Standing he leaves the table and goes to the window to stare out into the cold night... hiding his bitter grief...
For the first time in his life... Fenn is truly sad...
His demeanor is completely changed, but he answers Sir Andreas der Eisfalke his head slightly bowed; still facing away toward the window, "...y-yes.. Sah ... if'n you'll have mah aid.. Ah will of coarse help defend those people to tha' south from those brigands. Ah still aims to make mah life useful to those who needs help...ya can count on meh...!"
The pain in his voice is still there but also a steely determination...
He continues to stare into the night's window, hands clasped behind his back.
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Gird stands just to be above the conversation going on around him.
" Gird Medvyed Sir Andreas, I look forward to getting to know you better.. later" he looks around him at his company tips a hat gesture and sits back down.
Gird gets in a few pats of the Wolf.. if he can, he is always careful around wild animals
Riding in from the distance was a small figure on horseback, bobbing up and down as the larger beast strode over to the stables. From there, the small figure hops off the horse and slowly bringing it in, "Good ride Mr. Kilowape, they got oats for you to be munchin' on in here," a feminine voice sounds off.
"Water in here too as well," she says tying up her horse and giving it a gentle pat," I'll see you later big boy, play nice with the other horses."
The small figure moves to the door. Now in the light, she is clearly a Halfling of some sort. Even with her stature she opens the door to the tavern and then makes her way over to the counter. Her stature makes her entrance not that noticeable as other folk, but she doesn't seem to mind. She raises her hand over the bar and snaps a finger to the attention of the bar tender, "What do ya have to eat here tonight?"
Derra was quite pleased to meet so many new people.
She laughed a bit at Fenn.
"I must say Fenn if I didn't think so I would say you'rrre trrrying to flirrrt with me! I actually have a...what's the human worrrrd again...boyfrrrriend. He is back home with my family and frrrriends. But I'm not surrrprrised by how you arrrre acting towarrrds me. I get that a lot. Many people forrrget that my people's ancestorrrrs fled frrrom RRRahadoum when that land's people turrrned away frrrom the gods. They gave my ancestorrrs two choices: give up ourrr faith orrrr die. My people chose a thirrrd option: flee. Ten trrribes fled...only fourrr made it to these lands. Still to this day, my peoples long forrr the day we can have a homeland of ourrr verrry own. That is why I am hoping to be chosen forrr the expedition to the Stolen Lands: to build a new home forrr my people," she said to the others.
When Herger introduced himself and told everyone he was a priest of Erastil, she nodded.
"I don't follow yourrr god Herrrrgerrr but he is worrrshiped by some catfolk, although many catfolk, myself included, worrrship Shelyn. We mainly seek guidance from naturrrre spirrrrits but we also prrrray to the gods above. We value ourrr frrrreedom as well as rrrespect the frrrreedoms of otherrrs. Frrrriendship is valued morrre than gold amongst my kind. Although we do rrrecognize the imporrrtance of money!"
She laughed a bit when the fox woman Mamise introduced herself and agreed that sometimes one's fur can be a problem.
"Oh that is so true! And the fleas! Yuck! I rrrememberrr as a young cub getting a flea bath....it wasn't a pleasant experrrrience."
She then remembered Fenn's offer for food. Licking her lips, she knew that she had to register first though.
"If you don't mind Fenn that would be wonderrrful if you could get me some food and drrrink. Nothing too strrrrong though. I must rrrregisterrr my name with the Chief Constable, and then I'll be able to eat."
She excused herself and promised to return as soon as possible.
She made her way to the Chief Constable, introducing herself to him.
"Good day Chief Constable. I am Derrrra Clawstrrrriderrr of the Rrrunning Brrrook trrribe herrre in the hopes of being a parrrt of the expedition to the Stolen Lands!"
She saluted him by slapping her fist against her chest.
He mutters something under his breath, causing Taenweth's hair to turn a magnificent shade of purple just like his own. He then skips over to her, hugs her around the waist and loudly proclaims "My long lost sister! How oft I thought I was alone in this world, stranded in a dreary colourless world by the whims of fate! But now I know, that I am not alone, and that fate, destiny, the powers that be have all conspired to bring us together!" he then lets go of her and jumps onto the table...
Taenweth looked down at the now vivid purple braid hanging over her shoulder and then the gnome with his arms about her waist announcing they were kinfolk. Is the creature touched or is this mere jest? If Torchon had been with her and witnessed the folly, the gnome would be bereft of both arms and legs. "It appears I have made a new friend," she pleasantly informed the congregation. Just as she was about to liberate herself from his grasp, the gnome let go and jumped up onto the table. Taenweth's dark brow arched higher as she watched the display. When the gnome gave his name, she inclined her head and spoke directly to him, "Master Random, would you kindly return my hair to its true colour? The purple is indeed diverting, but not very practical for an Elf of the forest." Her lips curled up in mild mirth but her eyes were another matter. Taenweth did not allow such liberties to be taken and the gnome was fortunate she had not drawn a weapon on him. It seemed that each new entrant to the tavern attempted to be outdo the previous in both flair and flourish. Her personal taste tended toward the more subtle and concealed approach. As the gnome moved to the banquet table, Taenweth added, "If you are buying, then I will take another red wine. Thank you, Master Random, and, well met."
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Inwardly amused by the attention the wolf, dog and catfolk female were receiving in the tavern, it did not surprise her that as soon as Gird Medvyed sat down at the table that the one called Mamise Iwani changed into her true form - that of a foxfolk. Not something I see every day in Mimere.
"Forgive me the small deception, friends" she addresses those near, specifically keeping an eye on the two nobles for their reaction "but I was afraid of being frowned upon for my birth."
"Be content in your own skin, Mistress Mamise. Do not give thought to those who would not accept you as you are."
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When Sir Andreas joined the Elven conversation, Taenweth inclined her head and wondered at his particular words. Still, he seemed to agree that the half-blood should embrace the entirety of his birth. "For a Human, you speak the Elven tongue well, Sir Andreas. I had lamented that I would not hear much of my native tongue outside of Elven towns and settlements. I am pleased you are fluent."
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Fenn had saddened upon news that his true father was an Elf. She was surprised that Fenn the Younger had not worked it out for himself before now. Why hadn't his grandmother corrected him on the matter? It would have been kinder and more honest. At least she taught him Elven. Looking at Fenn by the window, Taenweth continued, "Do not invest uncertain faith that your Elven father may claim you yet. Generally, that is not the case as you are only a half-blood. The circumstance of your birth and your adopted father's mistreatment is not your fault. Your Human mother was charmed by an Elf, an easy thing in itself. And your Human father claimed you so he would not lose whatever honour he had remaining when he saw your ears and understood perfectly well your true lineage. Come, return to the table, and do not think anymore of it this night. If you would still have answers, then consult with your grandmother for she may know more than she has said."
Autumn looked to Herger and gave a sad smile. "I pegged you for an Erastian, you reminded me of our village elder a bit. He was gruff, even with his old age, Erastil rest his soul." She told him.
"Well met Gage, and yes you may pet Frostbite. It doesn't shock me she's taking this so well. The village children use to love riding her and she didn't mind..." Frostbite gave a whine as she laid her head in Autumn's lap. "I know girl... I miss them too..." She told the wolf before pointing to Gage. "Go say hi." Frostbite turned and looked at the man, before leaning in and sniffing him.
"I didn't think there would be this many. I have to say I'm a bit impressed." Autumn commented as she leaned back in her chair. She looked at Gird and smirked slightly, "You don't need to be afraid of Frostbite, unless you hurt me or her. Then she'll attack." She informed him.
Taenweth looked down at the now vivid purple braid hanging over her shoulder and then the gnome with his arms about her waist announcing they were kinfolk. Is the creature touched or is this mere jest? If Torchon had been with her and witnessed the folly, the gnome would be bereft of both arms and legs. "It appears I have made a new friend," she pleasantly informed the congregation. Just as she was about to liberate herself from his grasp, the gnome let go and jumped up onto the table. Taenweth's dark brow arched higher as she watched the display. When the gnome gave his name, she inclined her head and spoke directly to him, "Master Random, would you kindly return my hair to its true colour? The purple is indeed diverting, but not very practical for an Elf of the forest." Her lips curled up in mild mirth but her eyes were another matter. Taenweth did not allow such liberties to be taken and the gnome was fortunate she had not drawn a weapon on him. It seemed that each new entrant to the tavern attempted to be outdo the previous in both flair and flourish. Her personal taste tended toward the more subtle and concealed approach. As the gnome moved to the banquet table, Taenweth added, "If you are buying, then I will take another red wine. Thank you, Master Random, and, well met."
Random seems on the verge of a a retort when he pauses to consult a deck of tarots, befret of every card save the trumps. He draws, and seeing the card immediately pales, wordlessly turning back her hair. Having done this he continues in a somewhat more serious tone to the whole group "Illusion, deception, coercion: these are my arts if you would have me." Random then lightens back up and adds "Now I know I'm not as angelic as those gathered here, nor as tall, or as noble despite what my deranged hag of a mother would have you believe. And I'm not sure how your wolves will get on with my ram, or if my beloved sister here will skewer me like that delectable hog, but I know this:" he then dramatically turns to the nearest serving maid and calmly asks "A red wine for the lady if you would? And put it on my tab, I swear I'll play it this time!" a pause that lasts perhaps a second too long, before he pays the requisite amounts, and continues "I know that regardless of the trials to come, we will always remember this night as the moment when all of it started, so let us be merry, and drink!" a little while later, when the attention is drawn back off of him, he quietly passes the trump he drew to Taenweth, softly saying "I think she likes you sis." but unlike the dramatic act before, there is some real affection behind it now as if she has somehow earned his respect and trust.
The card is death.
Fenn sighs deeply...
Replying to Taenweth Vandiir in elvish...
Taking a deep breath he turns from the window... and Taenweth catches a brief glimpse in his eyes.. hollow like a cat's in the right light with flickering emerald flames in their depths! Perhaps it was a trick of the light... for surly the handsome youth has startlingly pretty green eyes... but the image so brief seemed so real.
Listening to Fenn's eloquent elven speech something downs on all those hearing that understand Elvish... Common.. is NOT Fenn's native tongue.. he must have been speaking elvish since childhood... his drawl and slang are not from any lack of intellect... merely unfamiliarity with the Common Language that he never really learned properly~ apparently.
Returning to the table, he gathers a plate for Derrra filling it with meats and a few vegatables... bringing it to her seat, he , "Forgive mah forwardness ma'am.. Ah did not mean ta give offense... or flirt...jus' trying to be neighborly... is all. Mah deepest apologies, of course a beautiful young lady such as yourself has far superior suitors than...some country hick... Mah best of wishes for yur and yur man's happiness.. ma'am!"
Moving away he returns to his seat staring briefly at his pipe... but puts it away no longer in a mood for a comforting smoke commenting, "Ah, suppose.. dwellin' on tha' past and feeling sorry fur mahself won't change nothin'."
Looking over at Taenweth Vandiir he continues, "Mah Grandma.. likely was not even as such... she was pap's mamma. A fine woman sweet as all heaven... but she's been passed on in death these past 12 winters now. Ah don' think she even knew where pap got meh from ... he jus' turned up in in Little Tree with me some 22 winters ago.. and though he nevah claimed meh as his son.. sort of raised and took care o' me if ya can call it tha'. Ah'm sure Grandma nevah met mah mother... not sure how she knew this signet here belonged to mah ma.. guess all she knew died with her. But she told meh when she gave meh tha' ring ta' nevah loose it!"
Looking over at Gird Medvyed, "Ah guess Ah should be happy Ah found someone who calls meh cousin... without hate or malice. But ta' be honest.. Ah don' know nothin' about noble houses nor this Medvyed family. But at least-ways.. if'n that is yur willin' Lord .. Ah gots a place ta' start looking. Ah always feared.. Ah grow up and turn out mean like pap... thinkin' his bad blood might be in meh as well! Now Ah knows different.. thas' kinda a relief?"
He lowers his gaze to his hands...hurt clear on his face, "...Ah don' know wha' ta' think about pap... he did kinda give me a home..even when he weren't there much. Pap use ta' drink a lot.. an ah means to tha' point of makin' me wonder if'n he'd survie it.. and he was a damned mean drunk.. Ah gots tha' shiner's ta' prove it... but sometimes.. he get to drinking and he'd jus' start cryin'... ah' mena hard heart-wrenching, grief-like. Nevah understood wha' it was all about. But anyways one time he gots ta' crying so hard... Ah thought he was gonna choke ta' death... Ah was still young. Anyways, Ah thought he was mah dad.. and mean as he was.. Ah hated ta' see him hurt so... so.. Ah wrapped mah arms around him and held him close.. tight-like. Told him, 'it was ok, things would be bettah in tha' morning and it was jus' the drink gettin' to him', y'know nonsense stuff trying ta' make him feel bettah."
He pauses.. clearly emotion filling him, "..h-he told me, ... tha' was the only time he evah called me son. O'course Ah though he was talkin' 'bout hiself... but maybe not... maybe?"
He looks up tears in his eyes shaking his head, "Is it possible ta HATE someone so much.. and yet... damned if ya' Still don' love them?!?"
He sighs lowering his head, "Maybe someday.. Ah'll get some answers."
He takes a deep breath, and looks at Lord Gird Medvyed, Lady Taenweth Vandiir, and Sir Andreas der Eisfalke, "..in tha' mean time.. Ah would greatly appreciate anything you fine lords and lady-folk could tell me about House Medvyed?"
"Would you also have something a bit lighter on the alcohol. Try to keep a clear mind and conscious you know," she smiles, fiddling with her coin purse.
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He takes a deep breath, and looks at Lord Gird Medvyed, Lady Taenweth Vandiir, and Sir Andreas der Eisfalke, "..in tha' mean time.. Ah would greatly appreciate anything you fine lords and lady-folk could tell me about House Medvyed?"
Gird starts talking to describe the house a little
"As on my shirt the house crest is a black bear with black antlers above its head in front of a red field. House Medvyed holds authority over the eastern lands that border and contain the Icerime Peaks and Gronzi Forest with Stoneclimb being the fortress capital.
We have a long a deep respect for the wilderness and have some dealings with the fey creatures of the forest, for instance my own mother was an elf."
"I know how to speak the Sylvan language of the Fey"
"For those of you that don't know I just spoke in the Sylvan tongue.. other than that it's a noble house and prone to being rich and powerful and all the good and bad that goes with that. That's why i'm here to get away from the bad".
When the bard Gage makes his 'grand' entrance, Pyros rolls his eyes, sighing softly. Bards. Always have to make themselves the center of attention. He's uncomfortably reminded, however, of some of his fellow Aldori. Too many concerned more with being flashy than actually winning the duel. That attitude, he knew from his travels, would get you killed in the real world.
When the gnome does his antics, Pyros covers his face with one hand; he is torn between embarrassment for the fool and wanting to watch Taeneth rip him to tiny well, tinier pieces. He's almost a little disappointed when she doesn't. If the little man were anything but a gnome he'd have words with him, but in his experience, gnomes were always flighty and carefree like this. It was in their fey nature as much as love of fire was in his. Even so, he says something to Taeneth, almost a whisper, in Elvish
Elvish:
He inclined his head politely to the Medvyed lordling. "Sir Medvyed. I had not expected to see so many noblemen in this gathering. I would've thought nobility to be more interested in civilized goings-on than a wild region like the Stolen Lands. Might I inquire as to your household's interests in the area?"
Back with the group...
Derra laughed a bit, before saying, "It is perrrfectly alrrright Fenn. We catfolk grrreatly apprrreciate quirrrkiness. How otherrr rrraces can stay a bit...um...what's the worrrd now...stuck in the ways, is beyond me. And if it makes you feel betterrr, my boyfrrriend and I have a...what you would call an open rrrelationship. Of course, if you everrr do meet him, he might find you attrracted too. Perrsonal grrrowth is valuable to everrry catfolk. In fact, catfolk childrrren arrrre expected to get into some trrrouble while grrrowing up. And thank you forrr the food."
She then laughed a bit at his country hick comment.
"I must apologize forrr me laughing at you Fenn. I'm not some sorrrt of noble woman like those among humans, so I find your mistaken assumption of me being of noble blood a bit humorrrous. So, no need to apologize forrr that at all. In fact, I'm actually of low birrrrth myself. My fatherrr isn't even the chieftain! Chiefs rrrarrrely rrrrule forrr life, sometimes getting borrred with the position afterrr a few yearrrs orrr simply stepping down afterrr some grrreat success orrr calamity and allowing theirrr advisorrrs to appoint a successorrr. We don't rrreally have any Králs orrr Královnas. We don't even have Barons and Baronkas! My family, including my boyfrrriend, didn't even want me to attempt to join this expedition. I...um...well...Told them that I would considerrr rrrespecting theirrr wishes. As you can see...I had alrrready made up my mind on what to do." She blushed a bit, the white fur on her cheeks turning pinkish.
She then grinned at Gird, telling the strange looking man that she also spoke Sylvan.
"We catfolk have a deep rrrespect forrr the spirrrits of naturrre. We do have a deep hatrrred for those that despoil naturrre and the worrrld arrround them. And just to be clearrr, that doesn't mean that we want to destrrroy civilizatoin!"
She began eating a bit of her food.
Pyros had expected some non-human applicants (technically, he was one of them. Sort of.), but he was still caught totally off guard by the cat woman's entrance. He nearly chokes on a piece of ham and then, spitting it out, curses softly under his breath in a language of quick, popping syllables.
Ignan:
The revelation that one of his dining companions was some sort of anthropomorphic fox caught him only slightly less of guard. He supposed he could understand her concern, but he was nevertheless a little put off by the deception. Heck of a way to negate a good first impression, I suppose. Nevertheless, he feels it better to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Trust is an important quality among companions, Miss Iwani, and I am glad to see that we have yours, if a bit belatedly."
"Trrrrust is imporrtant in all parrrts of life. Although, we catfolk actually enjoy a good mysterrrry and arrre ever currrious. I'm not a shy scarrredy-cat if you must know. Just tell me wherrre therre is a hill, and I'll show you that I have the deterrrmination and the courrrage to see what's over said hill," she says with a smirk and a purr.
Fluent... he gives a little chuckle
I would not go that far, suffice it say I am fluent in certain phrases of the language. The rest...well, I can get by.. some more chuckling.
but I take the compliment in the tone and manner as which it was meant. He reaches down for her hand and lifts it up to his lips in a simple gesture of thanks.
I thank you very much for such a compliment, Lady....?
Taenweth noted the charming ease of Andreas and surmised he had some talent with courtly niceties. It was not unpleasant having such addresses as long as it did not turn into fawning. She respected his manner, whether genuine or not, for one could go further with courtesy than discord.
"I do not go by title, if that is what you seek to know, Sir Andreas. You may call me Taenweth. And knowing a little Elven is better than knowing none. Continue to impress me." There was mirth in her deep green eyes and something wild and barely reined in.
A little while later, when the attention is drawn back off of him, he quietly passes the trump he drew to Taenweth, softly saying "I think she likes you sis." but unlike the dramatic act before, there is some real affection behind it now as if she has somehow earned his respect and trust.
The card is death.
Taenweth looked upon the card and then at the purple-haired gnome. The woodland creature had returned her hair to brown and had not tarried and she was appreciative of it. As to the meaning of the Death card, she simply stated discreetly, "I know nothing of such portents for my people, through action and cunning, steer the course of their own destiny. I would not have skewered you like the pig - nay, I have more finesse than that. And, thank you for my hair." The Elf suddenly winked at the gnome by her side before returning to a more passive expression.
Upon Sir Andreas' words to the gnome, Taenweth smiled strangely and reached out and touched the man's arm, "The matter has been rectified and your attention noted and understood. I believe Master Random is merely eager to be a part of this adventure and was simply over-eager in the moment."
He says something to Taeneth, almost a whisper, in Elvish...
The hushed words of Pyros by her side, drew her notice and she quietly focused on him and replied in whispered Elven,
As Fenn's words filtered through the various conversations around the table drawing Taenweth's gaze back to the window where he stood. The half-blood is more than he appears to be. She made her mind to keep watch if they were both selected. "As you have said, one day you may find the answers to your questions. That such secrecy was played out must mean something." She had noted his tears and did not want to dwell on the subject lest it turn even more maudlin. She had compassion for his confusion but there were other matters to think on at present. When he asked her about House Medvyed, the Elf wondered at it for she was not familiar with the Human noble houses, near or distant. "Gird would best answer your question, Fenn the Younger."
It was then the noble-born Gird answered and disclosed his mother was an Elf! She readily understood the Sylvan tongue and replied similarly,
Pyros smiles and inclines his head in Taeneth's direction.
Elvish:
The Catfolk's rolling r's in the Common tongue was both entertaining and somewhat frustrating, for the Elven tongue was kinder on the ear and Taenweth preferred it. Derra Clawstrider seemed to possess courage, independence and curiosity, all favourable traits.
Taenweth lifted her goblet of wine toward the Catfolk,
"Well, Mistress Derra, may your courage and resourcefulness see you well if you are one of the selected." There was no spitefulness in Taenweth's comment - it was spoken with sincerity.
Derra thanked the elven woman.
"Thank you Taenweth. My kind rrrrelate best to you elves, as we sharrre a love of the naturrral world and gift forrr magic, but we also love human ingenuity and adaptability, and we also find human cities and crrrafts endlessly fascinating. We catfolk arrre grrregarrrious and well trrraveled. Well, I hope to be well trrraveled one day. I've trrrained as a memberrr of the Orrrderrr of the Drrragon, although I'm quite skilled in trrraining many types of mounts, and not just horrrses."
Taenweth softly chortled upon Pyros' reply.
"Momentarily, a male of few words." What secrets do you hide? "I see I must be ever-vigilant around you, Master Pyros. I accept the challenge."
Taenweth inclined her head at the Catfolk's acknowledgement and revelations. She herself did not possess Elven magic like some of the others in Mimere; not relying on casting to do what she could with skill and practice. She, however, did not disclose this to the general congregation for there was no necessity for such openness at the present time. As to finding Humans remarkable, she was not certain she felt entirely as Derra, but they were intriguing creatures to study, to be sure.
"My life has been spent among the forests, Mistress Derra. So my talents complement the wildlands. It is good to know you have had formal training for it elevates a natural born talent and hones it true."
Taenweth took another small sip of her wine. She was not downing the drink so as to stay clear of mind, although she was used to the effects of wine and the Human wine was not as potent as the superior Elven wines and spirits she was accustomed to.
"I grrreatly apprrreciate the worrrds of prraise Taenweth. My people have lived closed to the Stolen Lands forrr a long time since ourrr ancestorrrs fled ourrr ancestrrral homeland many, many yearrrs ago," the catfolk beast rider said before taking a bite of the chicken on her plate, pulling a piece off of the bone with her claw-like fingers.
Taenweth softly chortled upon Pyros' reply.
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Pyros smiled again, and replied.
Elven:
Kirian takes her seat after ordering, waiting for a server to bring out her plate of food. In the meantime, she enjoyed the refreshing and cold taste of a honeyed mead. Noble folk were talking now, big noble folk that seemed all excited and a tad big for their britches over the whole expedition charter that's got everyone in a tizzy.
While she herself wanted maybe to speak on the matters, she thought it would be rather rude. None of her business, unless they'd of course become one her possible companions for the journey. Maybe make a show to say grace before eating, always a nice thing to do.
"I grrreatly apprrreciate the worrrds of prraise Taenweth. My people have lived closed to the Stolen Lands forrr a long time since ourrr ancestorrrs fled ourrr ancestrrral homeland many, many yearrrs ago," the catfolk beast rider said before taking a bite of the chicken on her plate, pulling a piece off of the bone with her claw-like fingers.
"It is good to have people such as yours, Derra. Would that more people were willing to brave such hardships for causes they believed in." Pyros said, thinking of the great-grandfather he never knew, who perished in the Valley of Fire, and of blessed Milani, who gave him hope of a future free of domination by the Rogarvias and their allies. Perhaps this new charter is a first step toward that dream. he thought, wondering again if the noble scions might be here to ensure the new settlement remained loyal to Brevoy as a whole.
"You both have good hounds, it speaks well of you as people. I look forward to traveling south to spread the light of civilization if it comes to that.
He began nodding both to Autumn and Vitellia. He moved to the bar for a moment to grab another ale only pausing to nod to the little halfling (well comparatively) He gave her a nod feeling a strange kinship with her for some reason before he started to return to his table with his son..but the young man, this Fenn looked a good sort, no doubt he would learn his self worth. But it couldnt help to well help him out.
He approached the fellow and paused rubbing his beard for a moment.
Ol' Deadeye certainly looks to cater to family and close friends before anything else, but there comes a time, particularly if ones homelife is... toxic that a man... or a woman if that is the case, needs to set out on their own and make their own way. Miss the good times, forget the bad, but forge a new family for yourself lad. I have faith that you will be just fine.
He said as low as he could without whispering, no doubt those close by might hear his words. He gave Fenn a good friendly clap on the shoulder before he moved back to his table with his son, once more going to watch the gathering. He did give another nod to Taenweth. He didnt deal much with elven folk, though he certainly didnt have any preclusion to them, there were... just not very common at all back in Irrisen.
"I grrreatly apprrreciate the worrrds of prraise Taenweth. My people have lived closed to the Stolen Lands forrr a long time since ourrr ancestorrrs fled ourrr ancestrrral homeland many, many yearrrs ago."
It was the way, the aggressors usurping the lands of the weaker or less war-like of people, leaving them displaced and wandering, in search of new lands to call home. She listened as Pyros spoke of conquering hardships. She had never been persecuted like Derra's kin, but she did understand returning honour to one's kind and restoring that which was lost or taken, even if the undertaking took centuries.
Pyros' whispered words moved in her mind and she enjoyed their clever banter, no matter how long they had in each other's company.
During a lull in conversation, she turned her face and whispered to Pyros in Elven once more,
Ol' Deadeye certainly looks to cater to family and close friends before anything else, but there comes a time, particularly if ones homelife is... toxic that a man... or a woman if that is the case, needs to set out on their own and make their own way. Miss the good times, forget the bad, but forge a new family for yourself lad. I have faith that you will be just fine.
...He did give another nod to Taenweth. He didn't deal much with elven folk, though he certainly didn't have any preclusion to them, there were... just not very common at all back in Irrisen.
Taenweth picked up on the tall man's words to Fenn the Younger. There was wisdom there and she respected it because at the very least it would stop the tears and recriminations and at the most change the boy's mindset and perhaps save his short life.
"You are a holy man, Master Herger. Have you always felt a duty to serve your god? This Erastil you worship is common in the River Kingdoms and I have heard of him, but do not possess intimate knowledge of his domains. I have heard him go by the title, Stag God, but for me there is only one Stag Lord and that is Cernunnos. I suppose being nature gods they have a common purpose and so may possess an affiliation." She considered the holy man silently before continuing. "The boy, your son I suppose, will he be joining the party if you are chosen or will you leave him with kinsmen?"
She spins in place, and her appearance changes from that of a short, auburn-haired young lady to that of an equally short foxfolk, her fur the same colour of her hair. "Allow me to introduce myself again. Mamise Iwani, from the Gronzi forest. I am, as I said, a magic user, a diplomat, and if it should come to that, a master of disguise and an infiltrator."
Gage gets distracted from petting Frostbite by the foxfolk "My my, definitely a master of disguise. What an excellent way to show off your talents!"
Gage quietly takes a few bites out of his shank of pork and, after absorbing a few new tales to tell, turns to Taenweth Vandiir.
”Salutations, ah, Taenweth was it? Nice to meet you, please call me Gage. I’ve already overheard about someone who took a flea bath for the first time today, among many interesting things, but I haven’t had the pleasure of hearing much about you; at least not in a tongue I understand. Please do share about yourself and those wildlands you mentioned.”
While she herself wanted maybe to speak on the matters, she thought it would be rather rude. None of her business, unless they'd of course become one her possible companions for the journey. Maybe make a show to say grace before eating, always a nice thing to do.
Vitellia maintains an outward composure, politely thanking Herger for his compliment to Kirby, but her head was spinning. The influx of new candidates had thrown the meeting at the public house into a state that would be more accurately described as a festival. There was a gnome on a table, magicking people's hair, yet another ostentatious bard had joined the fray (do they travel in packs?), and Mamise was apparently a fox.
And to think she accepted her father's orders to attend this meeting with little fuss because she was hoping for a bit more simplicity in the south.
Spotting the reserved-looking Halfling woman, Vitellia zeroed on her as a newfound bastion of sense. Picking up her plate and whistling to Kirby, she approached.
"Good evening, my lady. This night is proving quite the spectacle, is it not? I am Vitellia Orlovsky, and this is my friend and companion Kirby." She gestures to her hound, and the bullmastiff wags his tail expectantly at the introduction. "Would you mind if we joined you?"
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He inclined his head politely to the Medvyed lordling. "Sir Medvyed. I had not expected to see so many noblemen in this gathering. I would've thought nobility to be more interested in civilized goings-on than a wild region like the Stolen Lands. Might I inquire as to your household's interests in the area?"
Master Pyros, I'm only a representative of my family in this endeavour in that I have the name and if I make something of myself, i'm sure they'll be interested then. But other than that I am interested in this endeavour as it is into the relative unknown.
I'm also here to learn, a swordsman such as yourself has for instance sword techniques that I could study or at least observe.
"Yes I have spent a short amount of time amongst the Elves and learned much, to journey with an elf would be a wonderful experience"
Then Gird stands and speaks to those others in the room
"Please all come and tell us about yourselves or ask a question that you may be curious about or heck pose us a question. You Herger and your Lad and Mistress Halfling whose name I do not know.. even the fantastical Bards and others I may have missed come and join."
Gird remains standing to keep it more inviting
”Salutations, ah, Taenweth was it? Nice to meet you, please call me Gage. I’ve already overheard about someone who took a flea bath for the first time today, among many interesting things, but I haven’t had the pleasure of hearing much about you; at least not in a tongue I understand. Please do share about yourself and those wildlands you mentioned.”
"Aye, Master Gage, my name is Taenweth, and I suppose my stories are not as colourful as those of flea baths and their like." She gave a short, melodic laugh before cool green eyes regarded the Human newcomer.
"I have a myriad of talents and do not feel compelled to list them all for I would not want to bore you with such detail. However, I will tell you that I have spent more years than some here learning and living in the forest. I am a proficient scout, have a deft hand and am quick and light of foot. If there is a trap to be disarmed or a quarry to be tracked, then I am the one you would seek for the task." The corners of her mouth turned up as in smile, but one could not say it was a smile with any certainty. She regarded Gage as one would a challenger, but he could not be certain if that was a good or bad thing. If she's being deliberately evasive one could not determine that either. One could hazard a guess that she preferred keeping her skills and talents to herself out of necessity or common sense.