Kingmaker Devon |
low stay/high go: 1d20 ⇒ 17
1d20 ⇒ 12
Dovan reacts in shock at being manhandled so quickly. Clearly used to being the "slippery" one the bandit decides to attempt to pull free, to little effect uttering a string of curses and bellowing, Let me go you cretin!
TEchnically his resistance comes after round one so if folks want to state 3 rnds worth of actions/ Cuddles act in round 2 that would work...
Cuddles |
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Grapple to maintain -->pin : 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 13 + 5 = 23
Stunning Pin: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
If that hits the now pinned man he needs to make a DC 13 fort or be stunned for one round.
Cuddles lifts the yelling bugger off the ground and plants him on his back so hard you can hear the air escape his lungs in a violent Whoosh.
Mattrim Messana |
Matt starts trotting at half stride, keeping a readied action to drop an Entangle should Dova somehow, against all odds, escape his current perCuddlement.
Uh, if Entangling is possible that is. Otherwise, full steam ahead Skipper. Oh and if I entangle, intent would be to catch Mr Dova without (or minimal) friendly fire and to use it's massive difficult terrain to try and cut off/limit his escape.
Kingmaker Devon |
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Cuddles treats the roguish bandit like a rag doll, slamming the man to the ground with enough force that he almost seems like his going to lose consciousness. He feebly swats at Cuddles but its clear he is practically delirious.
Matt closes the distance and a brisk trot and finds that Cuddles has caught himself a bandit.
From there its little issue to bind the man and haul him like a sack of potatoes wherever the party decides...
Let me know if there is anything immediate you want to do with Dovan otherwise I can give you folks a nice capping montage to end Chapter 1 !?!?
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
I am back! I also vote for the montage. While Ra'hl as a character is still boiling with rage, and wants revenge. There is no point from a story perspective to cater to that desire. LET THE MONTAGE BEGIN. Though I do certainly want a bit of time to chew the scenery of the montage once it is posted.
Kingmaker Devon |
The next few days give to a month and the last of the logistical issues of the stag lord stand resolved and all new ones emerge.
In the wake of the death of the Stag Lord Dovan is executed while Kressle and Akiros make good on aiding the party. 15 other newcomers join the groups efforts in total including 8 other bandits, 7 of the former prisoners and the shaman Fergus who was the last remaining member of Natasha's previous failed attempt to take the fort. However, the father of the stag lord, an enigmatic druid like figure is unaccounted for as is the some what dumb Auchs. They remain at large but untrackable for now.
Jhod Khavken arrives and works to help shuttle messages to a healing Aleria and a congratulatory Osk who notes that there has been no reports of any banditry though all manner of other issues remain in the untamed and uncharted wilds of the area. Kressle and Akiros lead a team (under supervision) to rebuild the bridge they destroyed months earlier.
Jhod is also able to help clear the undead taint from the hillside surrounding the fort while modest efforts continue to clean the area up as the group assess its next steps and awaits word from Brevoy on the completion of their task.
Word comes in the guise of Osk himself riding alone bearing a haggard but positive air. He greets each member of the party kindly and produces a piece of parchment and reads aloud...
Be it so known that the bearers of this charter, having delivered the northern reaches of the Greenbelt from the scourge of banditry, having provided some detail of the lands and having no small role of the exploration of said land and taming its various haazrds, are hereby granted the right to rule.
The nature and laws of the rule are theirs to define, and the wellbeing of this new nation is theirs to protect. In accorandce for providing a stable nation to the south of central Rostland, let there be a generous stipend of funds, support and advice provided to this fledgling nation as a token of restov and Brevoy's goodwill such that future relations between kingdoms might be mutually beneficial.
So witnessed under the watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and by the authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.
Osk hands the parchment over for the group and then kneels before you all producing his sword across his open hands as he holds them over his head, I am your man and have been given leave of my obligations to Restove and the Throne. I pledge my service.
Welcome to level 4. Please join me in the discussion thread.
Kingmaker Devon |
It has been eighteen months since the fall of the stag and it is a year to the day when travelers, scholars, artisans and warriors celebrated the coronation of Ra'hl as Supreme Councillor and officially declared the land of New Rogarvia and the setting of its capital Stagfall. (Such a name drawing equal amounts interest and ire from different factions of Brevoy)
Much work has been done in the 18 months since with Stagfall already on its way to a bustling town on the verge of a true city's size just around the horizon.
The former tower of the stag, itself an old fort is now a mixture of wood and stone hallowed and purged of its undead taint by Jhod and many of the faithful in and allied with the party. it stands as the central building of Stagfall and now serves as one part garrison, one part council hall and one part home for the party.
Working with local groups and processing a massive influx of immigrants the councillors of New Rogarvia have turned Oleg's outpost into a waystation and fort on its way to being a small village in its own right.
The small hamlet of Wohlstand, now six months old, hugs the trees between Oleg's and Stagfall, overseeing the mining of gold and the felling of trees in a way that is deemed sustainable due to efforts of Jhod, Aleria Duska, the forest fey and others to see to the needs of the humans and demihumans of the area while keeping the forest strong.
The Sootscales, a kobold tribe of some size is at peace with the realm though occasional misunderstandings do occur. Some concern has been aired about kobold immigrants to the populated areas and a "national" discussion about inclusion is strongly had in the streets and council meetings.
Matt verifies the rest of the undead river crossing and works to train the owlbear found within the staglord's kennel. The bird/bear hybrid proves itself to be exceptionally well tempered all be it a bit imposing. There is still a question of what to do with the creature.
Cuddles emerges as an strangely integral force for the kingdom doing in hours what many laborers take days to do, teaching in hours to soldiers what might sometime take weeks to accomplish. The orc's strange simplicity mixed with such strong insight proves to be a key in training new guards and soldiers quickly while also adding much fuel to the notion that all should be welcome in this new land, regardless of background.
Wide swathes of lands to the south remain uncharted and unexplored, the next great task for the leaders of New Rogarvia as the lands bewtween Stagfall and Brevoy are now cataloged, patrolled, and seemingly well accounted for.
While not an official religion of the state, worship to Erastil is exceptionally prevalent. One minor concern from some is the notion of Erastilian ideals guiding the development of laws and systems of government at the exclusion of other systems of worhsip.
As the days celebration of one year of a nation die down as Stagfall settles for the evening the group is asked to meet in the council hall to settle affairs for the kingdom and to set the stage for what is to come next...
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
Ra'hl makes his way through the corridors towards the council chamber stopping to speak to each of the posted guards on his way. He has made it a point to learn the names and basic information of each member of the guards of the inner sanctum. As the doors to the council chamber are opened for him. Ra'hl makes his way inside.
Dressed in rich cloth and thick glorious white furs making a cloak that floats behind him. Ra'hl makes his way to the head of the council chamber. The ornate mahogany chair is far wider than necessary. The chairs back engraved with the twin dragons of his families crest. Ra'hl glances about the room and ensuring it is safe, dismisses the guards inside.
The guards quickly saluting and exiting, closing the thick reinforced doors behind them. Ra'hl is along with his thought, pondering the future of this land as he waits for other to join him.
Duška Umírajícíkrev |
Several minutes pass when Ra'hl innate senses tell him, that despite his check, he is not alone in the chamber...
Stepping from the shadows with a smile is Stagfall's Grand Ranger - Duška Umírajícíkrev.
"Greetings Vladař Drak-Blood How fare you?"
The fey-touched ranger enjoyed calling Ra'hl both name and title in her mother's Varisian tongue.
Perhaps even leaner then ever, Duška skips past the bulky form of her ruler seated in his ornate chair.
"You have put on weight... too many banquets with dignitaries yes?"
She leans in to where he sits majestically and whispers softly and whimsically;
"... It suits you Drak-Blood.."
Then shifts away again like a breeze; over to her own seat in the chamber; a smaller seat carved with images of fey and the wild lands: It's back is engraved with the image of her Stag Helm - the antlered helmet claimed from the body of the Stag Lord, now reimagined to reflect its new wearer and her elegant danger.
Cuddles |
Cuddles' entrance is the precise opposite of Duska's. He actually enters Stagfall in the same condition in which he left his most recent project, filthy. One of the eastern rampart foundations was suffering from a bad case of neglect and rot as the original construction had included some fire hardened stakes that time had reduced to a stinking mess. The problem has taken a while to resolve, and Cuddles came striding into the keep smelling foul and looking like some kind of swamp monster.
The first time something like this had happened it had caused quite the ruckus. Now, however, the guards at the main entrance were armed with a wand of Prestgitation and Cuddles was tapped on the way by, to the relief of everyone inside.
He makes it to the keep quickly thanks to his tremendous gait and busts into the room with a huge smile and wave to his present friends. Both are greeted enthusiastically and each gets a huge hug (whether they want one or not).
He sits in the only chair in the room bigger than Rhal's, a stone bench reinforced with iron depicting images of stories sacred to his new goddess, Falayna.
Fergus MacRoach |
Ending his evening ritual towards Lugh Lamhfada Fergus stands and brushes the dirt from his knees. Taking note of his surroundings he withdraws from his shrine and begins the trek back towards the bustling Stagfall. Standing at the outskirts of the main entrance He observes the castle taking note of the numerous guards on patrol. As he steps from the brush he whistles out and an owl surrounded by an entrancing nimbus of light flys from above and alights on the end of his golden spear. The guards nod at the figure at the edge of the tree line, accustomed to the shaman and his always present owl. Fergus strolls through the main gate and continues onward into the keep towards the council chamber. Nodding to the guards standing at attention the doors are opened as he sweepos into the room. His gaze alights on his companions one of which is currently being hugged tightly. Fergus quickly moved towards his seat in hopes of avoiding the same fate. His chair is a simple affair emblazoned with a sun surrounding a burning spear. His own spear settles in the spot crafted for it as the owl takes flight alighting on a perch built for it in a corner of the room. Fergus sits there silently alone in thought as he waits for the meeting to begin.
Mattrim Messana |
Matt hurries into the gates of Stagfall, running a bit late. Formalities and dutifully showing up on time were things the young man seemed likely to never fully grasp. Having spent the day off hunting with Saber, something he did whenever the opportunity prevented itself, his mood was fairly pleasant and relaxed.
Saber trails in behind him, the large cat happy with Two-Legged pack brother. This new life was very strange to Saber, living within the confines of the walls of the fort had seemed terrifying at first, then curious, then boring. Thankfully Matt's jobs allowed the Tiger enough exercise to find the current conditions acceptable. Though that didn't stop the Tiger from bumping into one of the gate guards playfully as they duo strolled in.
As Matt approaches the Tower he nods to Saber, who breaks off, quietly moving towards the stables to bother the horses, a favorite past time of his, only for Two-Legged pack brother to give a sharp command. Saber, somewhat disgruntled at the loss of his play time then plops down into a shadowy corner, his tail swishing back and forth as two glowing eyes look out from the shadows as his pack brother disappears inside.
Matt moves through the interior quickly, nodding at the guards and sighing at all of the formalities and decorations. Stepping into the chamber, Matt nods around the room meeting eyes with the closest thing to a smile you would get from him, before giving in to a hug, exhaling air from his lungs before the squeeze came. His new favorite game was trying to hold out against the hugs, it was one he rarely won but he tried all the same.
Matt then finally moved over to his simple wooden chair and sits down, His eyes fleetingly pour over Rah'ls more elegant chair, something that always drew his attention like a sore thumb. Finally he palms the compass momentarily, a habit he performed when stuck inside as a distraction.
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
Ra'hl rises and lets Cuddles squeeze the lift out of him. Cuddle's affection being the best endurance training he has ever found for pain tolerance. Once Cuddles is through with him, Ra'hl will retake his seat attempting to keep a strong exterior. His eyes scan the council remarking to himself what an odd band has formed around him. Their loyalty was unquestionable, and over the last 18 months he had even grown to call many friends. Never in his life would he have imagined befriending so many wild-walkers, especially given his ambition.
Ra'hl smiles at Duska's remark, "We all have our burdens to bare. Any news from Wohlsted? Are the fey still in in agreement with our lumber mill?"
Kingmaker Devon |
Duska is able to report that the fey (primarily represented by a pseudo-dragon named Pervilash and a grig named Tyg-Tyger-Tut are fine with the work of the town as long as the realm continues to foster new trees in the forest and works to find a purpose for the mine once finished that is more than "giant hole in the earth".
The door opens once more and Osk, a bit leaner and with a bit more silver and grey in his hair moves to his space at the table, Apologies that I am late. I had some words with the rest of the low council and word from Kasten by rider. I am ready to report when your other conversations have finished... The older man bows his head and looks over the group.
Cuddles |
Cuddles silently wonders what "conversations" are. There wasn't any food so it must be something else... his brow knits in concentration. This would probably garner a question of what was wrong for anyone else using that expression, but it was Cuddles's default expression whenever people were talking in words with a syllable count over two.
Duška Umírajícíkrev |
Duška remains seated as the others enter, save when she receives her rib-crushing embrace from here giant companion.
With Stag Helm and Bow propped against her chair, the lithe ranger leans in with interest at Osk's words.
As she does so, hands find her mother's Harrow Deck and the cards begin to play across her fingers. Duška tilts her head whimsically, as if listening to silent words then turns over a card as a harbinger to Osk...
Leave you to decide the card KM-D
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
Welcome friend, there is no need to apologize when your reason is doing the work of the crown. Sit, rest, eat, drink, and begin your report at your leisure."
Kingmaker Devon |
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Duska's card is The Big Sky
Osk nods and shuffles though his notes, Expansion of the kingdom goes well. As of this morning with information provided by Matt and Duska's teams we can officially declare the northern territories granted to us by Brevoy as fully mapped, with some basic information of the lands beyond to the East and West.
The Sootscales have agreed to some limited trade in response to our dealing with a threat of "mites?" or some such thing that inhabited the large dead tree that marked the area north of the river. This apparently is of interest to Bokken and his fledgling alchemical "guild" as apparently the kobolds can find some reagents much easier than larger races can.
Resources continue apace and with support of Jhod and the many skilled immigrants that have come into our lands we believe that Stagfall will soon be ready to have an earnest discussion about a town wall and assigning sections beyond the town limits for further development. The low council is assessing multiple expansion suggestions from the community and we are assessing the need for a full time city planner already.
We have received a request to allow one "Ithin Hobbard" to erect a tower off the keep's southward edge. An enterprising wizard he is looking to start an Academy. Anton and I have discussed this proposal with the low council and they asked we bring it to you. Hobbard has some pedigree and comes with letters of recommendation but he is a theorist and has little practical ability. There is a mixture of concern that he might attract more prestige to the town or cause an issue with security if he takes on pupils who have the power he does not...
Osk continues to flip through some pages and finally grunts in frustration as he withdraws spectacles and places them on his nose he then resumes...
With the northern territories in hand it is time to discuss the southern lands granted by the charter from Brevoy. We have many hundreds of miles to map and there has already been word from preliminary scouting parties that there may be creatures and hazards in greater power and numbers than here northward. Some of this may be that the Stag naturally thinned the area closest to him and drove things south, though that is merely a guess. We can send out the teams as we did in the north but I would suggest that we have them check in more frequently?
And one...final..piece of business...Brevoy has sent an ambassador and she has requested a meeting with the council.
Osk looks up and nods slightly, So...that is what is going on.
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
Ra'hl smiles at the reports, adding his voice first before the council begins discussion.
He is especially happy to hear the report of the Sootscales. "I am glad to hear of the kobolds. Good work all of you, I know personally I have heard many grumblings of that situation. Well done."
"I personally hesitate to give another wizard rights to a tower before Anton considering all the contributions he has given to the land thus far. I would propose we move his tower further outlying if Anton recommends giving him one. It would also lessen any danger to the keep should your fears be warranted."
He takes the news of the ambassador far worse than the rest of the council. Trying to suppress his initial annoyance at an unannounced visitor, Ra'hl asks, "What is the name of this ambassador, and who do they represent? Do they bear a lord's letter, or are they coming to speak to us directly?"
Kingmaker Devon |
Osk shifts uncomfortably at Ra'hls intensity and clears his throat, I may have mispoke...she is from Brevoy...she only bears a brief introduction from her head of house and appears to not be here on behalf of King Nikolai at all. Her name is Abera Orlovsky...
Kno:Knobility 10 will give you the info behind the links above except for Ra'hl who already knows it.
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
With a harsh growl Ra'hl corrects Osk's unfortunate slip of the tongue, "Reagent Nikolai. That man is no king."
Shifting to a proper tone again, Ra'hl will continue, "I would prefer we conclude any other business before seeing the ambassador. Does anyone have anything else to add to these discussions.
Duška Umírajícíkrev |
Duška eyes the Harrow card she picked as she weighs Osk's words and allows Ra'hl's tirade to wash past...
Velký Nebe... The Big Sky. Maminka this represents momentous change... For good... for those freed... A good card yes?
The ranger smiles to herself, then eyes Osk;
"Great dead tree and Mites you say?"
Knowledge (Geography) - significance of the tree?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Lore (Woodland Fey) - More on mites?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Mattrim Messana |
Bass Adder... LOL
Matt takes the various news in silence, other than the occasional drum as his bony fingers play across the table, subconsciously feeling the wood beneath. After some consideration and some meaningful looks at Ra'hl over the dignitaries, Matt speaks up.
"I believe Ra'hl speaks wisely with the Wizard tower. Perhaps not too far out though? It would not do us much good if people fear for their safety. If we leave it close enough we could someday, if all goes well, incorporate it into future construction? Of course, such things aren't well established in my skill set, so I would take the advice of Anton on such matters personally.
As to the South, I think establishing a foot hold into the area to operate from perhaps would be a wise start? They could report back to that location instead of having to move to and from Stagfall, to save time and supplies. Otherwise I agree with you myself, I think keeping the groups in close proximity and doing regular check-ins among themselves will hopefully alleviate some of the dangers."
Matt closes his mouth at that point, his voice growing strained from the longer speech. He continues to drum his fingers, though much faster as he wondered about their guests, beneath that though, excitement at the thought of the South drove a certain energy through his body.
Fergus MacRoach |
Casually stroking his fingers through his beard as he ponders what has been said Fergus clears his throat and in a load voice says, I agree with the Mattrim and believe that planning for our settlements future is the wisest course of action. I think a town wall will be essential to our protection and creating a strong defensive structure in the south to use as a foothold is indeed a wise start. his outburst finished Fergus returns to his thoughts waiting for the discussion to continue.
Kingmaker Devon |
Duska: The tree was known to the group both as landmark and an oddity being far out of the woods and clearly dead and almost petrified. It was only on closer examination that there seemed to be inhabitants of a most ungracious nature and the small mite creatures seemed even more prone to wreaking havoc than the kobolds. Naturally in a harder environment with predators the two groups clashed and the kobolds have clearly won out. There are surely warrens and caves under the tree, one must wonder if the kobolds intend to make their home there or start another offshoot or leave the place abandoned...
Osk nods after Matt about a southern "base", With your permission then after the meeting I will coordinate with you, Matt, and Duska about sending teams first to recon a suitable southern location for a fort of some kind? Perhaps if Jhod or Aleria can spare their time their magic would aid in creating a suitable structure/defensible point quickly? As for a wall I will work with the small council to chart an effective placement and will coordinate with Anton directly about alternate sites about the tower. Does that conclude out other open business?
Anton Marakov |
As if summoned by the mention of his name, the young wizard bursts into the room, a half-written scroll flapping in one hand, bags under his eyes, his hair a mess. From a single glance, it's apparently he hasn't slept a wink.
"Sorry I'm late," he says dryly, his pace slowing from its magically-assisted speed as he slips into his own seat. "You know how it is, when you get caught up in the relations between Trefanius' thermic principles and Rothian's laws of thauma..." His voice trails off as his tired eyes glance around the table. "No, I suppose you wouldn't be familiar with that moment, would you?" he sighs, picking a spot of candle-wax from the sleeve of his robe.
"I must say, I'm looking forward to having someone I can discuss proper magical principles with," he sighs, smoothing his scroll out on the table and scowling at a tea-stain in the upper-left-hand corner, trying to remember if he'd even had any tea while working on this one. "There should be plenty of suitable locations for a tower. Never saw the appeal of such things, myself. All those stairs..." His voice trails off, his quill half-slipping from his fingers, and he lifts his head again a split second before it hits the table. Stifling a yawn, he adds, "Now, what's all this about ambassadors and fortifications?"
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
"I would like to continue to closely monitor these Soothscales. I think a weekly report of interactions should be sufficient. Otherwise, I have no other business."
Ra'hl adjusts himself in his chair, ensuring the sigil and banner are prominently displayed and he is positioned in a sufficiently regal manor before continuing. "See them in please Sir Osk."
Kingmaker Devon |
Osk nods at the note about the Sootscales and rises. He exits the chamber only to arrive once more with a woman behind him before he utters, To the High Council of New Rogarvia I present miss Abera Olrlovsky...
The woman nods to Osk and enters the room, moving to stand next to the empty chair that is indicated by the older man.
Abera is a tall with a black outfit with gold embellishments featuring high boots, a tunic, leggings and a series of fabric addition and skirt that seem to be more to offset the functionality of the outfit with some sort of noble "flourish". The outfit leaves Abera's neck covered and her arms exposed. Gold thread and buttons if added throughout the outfit giving the woman an appearance of almost a well funded adventuer.
Perhaps most striking are Abera's nails, eyes and hair. The noblewoman's hair, tied in a high bun, has gold colored streaks throughout while Abera's pupils cast a metallic gold sheen made evident in the light of the council chamber. Abera's nails have a slight point to them and carry a golden metallic sheen as well.
The woman nods at the council but remains standing and almost rigid, House Orlovsky wishes to convey to the council of New Rogarvia its supreme wish for friendship and good tidings. I have been sent to treat with you and, with your satisfaction, stay at court to represent House Orlovsky's intended relationship of trade, respect, and mutual interests.
Cuddles |
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Cuddles unashamedly looks her up and down more than once. She didn't look like a bass. Or an adder. For the first time in a long time he is struck with... uncertainty. Should he hug her?
The feeling lasts only a fraction of a second. Cuddles stands, takes a single step (covering two chairs worth of distance) and scoops her up in a fierce hug. That done, he holds her out much like a child with a doll and says in his most regal voice, HI SHINEY LADY!, before setting her back down. A huge smile sits on his face. There is no way in his mind that that can go poorly at all...
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
Ra'hl watches the woman with much interest. Despite his noble blood, he has had very little dealing the nobles born and raised. He watches how she handles Cuddles greeting and with a serious look on his face says, "Please have a seat. I look forward to hearing what you have come to say. While we have never met personally, Lord Poul and all of your family have always been staunch allies with my family. Please, rest and enjoy our bounty. Is there anything I can have brought for you?"
Kingmaker Devon |
Abera offers a shake of her head, No thank you I am fine. The woman sits rigidly although not uncomfortably in her chair. At Ra'hl's comment about her family the woman offers a slight nod like bow of her head, My father has...that is to say my family is... The ambassador seems to falter a moment in finding the right words when she suddenly offers a hard exhale of breath, May I be frank?
Kingmaker Devon |
Boo, lost post, booooo
The woman nods thoughtfully as she puts her hands on the table between her and the group, My father is a dreamer. But whisper the name of our lost royal family and he is aflutter with dream of a united Brevoy. I for one am far more cynical a creature which is why I am here and not my brother on my father's behalf. Anyone can thrown the name Rogarvia around but few can prove it. I confess I am a skeptic and here to spy on you so as not to break my father's heart.
Mattrim Messana |
Matt's eyes narrow at the mention of spying, his leathery face crinkled in thought as he ponders Abera's words, the dance of the words leaving him somewhat confused. Otherwise he remains silent for the moment, unsure of how to respond.
Ra'hl Rogarvia |
Ra'hl takes in what the woman says, surprised by her bluntness even after she asked permission. When he finally responds, his voice is calm and even. "While I have not met your father personally, I have heard many good things about him. Rather than call him a dreamer, I prefer to think of him as loyal. I can not fault a man for having dreams of a united Brevoy. It is a dream I share as well. Truly, who could fault either of us for such a dream, when the alternative is a civil war. The death of countless men and women."
"As to my name, I can only offer this as proof." Ra'hl will rise and lay his Heritage book before her. The Genealogical tables and common traits all pointing to Ra'hl's lineage. "My mother left this to me when the vanishing happened. I know what I am. A bastard child with no claim to my name under normal circumstances, but these are not normal circumstances."
"Still, I appreciate your candor. You are welcome to stay and spy as long as you like. I will have a room prepared for you and you may send and receive correspondence without impediment so long as no harm comes to any of my people due to your conduct."
Ra'hl returns to his seat, his crimson eyes locked on her. "I understand your skepticism. I hope I can prove myself a worth successor to my families name. Whatever insight and council you wish to grant would be welcome."
Ra'hl may not have the ruthless nature his line is known for. Especially his willingness to take in outside council, but there is no mistaking the Rogarvian confidence and pride in every word.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Cuddles |
If Matt is confused, Cuddles is downright befuddled. He looks back and forth from one to the other. Though he understands very few of the words, he reads the body well and knows generally what is happening. The lady is telling a truth she isn't supposed to share, and Ra'hl is covering for her in his own way.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Duška Umírajícíkrev |
Duška listens to the woman's words and the reply of their regent, her expression hard and scrutinising;
What was it Maminka would say? "Truth is deep within the matryoshka doll". One face false, yet inside truth, hiding falsehood still... Ware the matryoshka then...
The ranger shifts on her chair, catching Mattrim's confused expression and Cuddles' curiosity with a hard smile.