"Above the law? No sir - within the law. Your concerns are exactly those actions which would be done by someone with less moral and ethical certitude than the three of you. Of course it isn't the first to be created, but it might be the first to be able to be created in such a land, with individuals such as yourselves," and here Coalhouse waves to the three of them, "giving thought and balance to counter its potential for abuse. A teamster would certainly not be able to 'settle', vengefully as you say, with some local noble, but is it right and just that that same baron can - and has, make no mistake - taken a percentage of the value of a wagon's contents as toll for passing through his lands? I've personally seen, at different times, a train of heavy ore wagons pass through a noble's lands with barely a penny changing hands, and yet a single cart of expensive furs be charged near a quarter of their worth to travel across that same road. By weight I can see, or some other real measure of wear and tear on a road which the baron keeps in good repair; not in the value of the contents."
Coalhouse again waves his hand, as if moving that particular thing to one side. "That's examples, though. And your concerns about turning into self-righteousness is likewise taken to heart, which is why I believe such an association should be governed by representatives - of the company owners, of the carters who do the work, perhaps of the nation's government. And then give one other group with the absolute power to veto a major course of action, but only to veto - a group who will not be involved with their daily trials, who will be able to look at them with new, unflinching eyes and say, 'no, this is wrong': someone from your unique brotherhood." Meaning, of course, paladins.
With the shark-through-the-ocean grace of a born socialite, Alysandra saunters up to where her brother has lodged with three paladins. "Gentlemen," she teases gently as she links her hand through the crook of Coalhouse's arm, "too much righteousness in one place is bound to make any political edifice collapse. If my brother hasn't enamored you of his intentions yet, then give it time and thought. And if you can't say a prayer for our success, at least say a prayer for our souls; I know his can use all the help it can get," she teases her half-sibling, which is sort of strange to consider, seeing half-elf and half-orc standing side by side. "Come, Coal, these gentlemen undoubtedly have much to discuss, and not only that which you've given them."
Coalhouse gives Alysandra a brief smile, then gives that neck-bow to each of the gentlemen as he says their names. "Sir Azrael. Sir Ignatius. Sir Axhammer." Taking leave of human, half-orc, and [tall for a] gnome, he moves off with his sister while she catches him up on her activities in a quiet voice as the two stroll.
Neither miss the discrete screening the Surtova's guards perform as Rupert and Zephyra move; Coalhouse in particular notices the Aldori's aggravation at losing access to the incipient monarch. After a few more words, the siblings part ways once again. This time, Coalhouse approaches - from the rear, if he can at all manage it - Rudolph Ferdinand Aldori III.
"Can't do much about human nature, Master Aldori," the half-orc says, stepping next to the swordsman with his own hands linked behind his back. Coalhouse doesn't look at the incensed man, instead watching the king, presumably with Amavin in tow, vanish into the conversational room. Instead of taking the tack of 'courtier', which has so obviously and spectacularly failed with Ishana and Azrael, he's using the 'world-wise fellow man' angle - well, if it works. "Or," he adds, glancing around at where-ever Ralph Khavortorov has escorted Ishana Tamanna, "adventuresome sorts. Would I be wrong in presmuing you're wanting to discuss with the king the political shape of the court-to-come?" Perhaps interestingly, he doesn't bother introducing himself to the Aldori, not honestly imagining the fighting-school leader doesn't already have that information.
Given a new task, Alysandra returns to the shark-infested waters of the room with verve and delight. Oh, she's a little better in the boardroom than in the ballroom, but one must confess that the margin of difference is slim - and she's excellent in both, which is one of the many reasons Coalhouse values her so highly. Her main targets are the Restov nobility - specifically those who have mercantile interests, especially if those interests are to the south, if she can only recall who exactly they are.
For the interacting:
Her first stop, naturally, is to personally greet the Lord Mayor, instead of just a distant curtsey - though that personal greeting is not devoid of such a courtesy, which immediately follows her approach and the words, "My Lord Mayor of Restov," spoken in her exquisite voice. The deep curtsey is precisely tuned to his social rank as well as tonight's position as host, and she rises from it ready to either offer her hand to him should he have his hand out to her, or simply to speak.
"Permit me to introduce myself. I am Alysandra Janus, of the International Businessmen. It is the wish of both myself and my brother, Coalhouse Porter, that through ties of trade we can make the new lands into a valued partner of Restov and Rostland, one which would desire only prosperity and self-determination for its northern neighbor. We have, after all, taken the contract of ensuring the safe movement of King Rupert's baggage train in light of this wish, and despite the ... clear displeasure that doing so has incurred for us in these climes - though it is, after all, only a single contract." A gesture of her hand indicates the room and its Restov nobility, currently treating her and her sibling as so much manure on the bottom of their collective boots.
Ishana frowns at the anger and frustration, and wears a look of disdain. "Well it's clear that someone certainly needs to find a girlfriend" she responds in a cutting manner, before raising her eyebrows slightly as Ralph suddenly appears like lightning.
"Oh my, you seem to have him well trained", she remarks happily in response to Ralph's appearance, deliberately slurring her words slightly to give the impression that she is not quite herself at the present. Ishana puts up a token show of stubborn resistance before allowing Ralph to drag her away, before allowing herself a parting shot at the famous swordsman. "You should have told me earlier that you were so interested in Amavin sir, if I had known I might have considered putting in a good word for you, and you wouldn't have to kick the floor in such a distressingly childish manner" she remarks, her tone deliberately sweet as she purposely overlooks the man's desire to speak with Rupert Surtova, choosing to interpret it as a desire to speak longer with Amavin. As Ralph escorts her away, Ishana completes her parting shot with an insufferable smile, while wiggling her eyebrows as if to say "your secret is safe with me."
When at a reasonably safe distance Ishana smiles at Ralph. "I think he really likes me Ralph, what do you think?" she says in a chirpy voice.
Amavin doesn't miss the subtle movement of the discrete line of guards allowing her access as she raises her eyebrows in surprise. "A private audience? Just for me? Your Majesty you flatter me beyond words, it would be an honor to have a discussion in private. Is there something in particular that I can help you with?"
As she asks, Amavin glides accross the floor, heading in the direction of the private room, while trying to think why royalty would be seeking her out personally. She was sure that she would find out soon, but Amavin always liked to be a step ahead, and this entire situation had slightly rattled her, putting her off guard.
Aolis and Sacha glide into the path of the new King, how that was managed with the guards could only be guessed at. Some may even suspect magic from the elven mage. He bows to the pair as he clearly blocks their path. A guards makes as if to move but a look from Aolis at the hint of movement stops the guard. He knew better. The elf focused on the new monarch.
"Apologies for any interruption, my lord, my lady. I could not help but notice you were due to retire from the festivities and I could not allow such discourtesy on my part. Having arrived so recently is little excuse still I must salvage what little good form is left of me by paying my respects before your presence."
Again he bows.
"As you seem to already be entertaining I will keep this brief as not to intrude more then needed, hopefully I will have a chance to speak with you more fully when your are less occupied. Besides paying my respects as befits your station, I would like to present my gift as well. You may find it will heighten your discussions if not make it more enjoyable. I should hope."
He presents a slim bottle of elven wine from Kyonin.
"It is of Cheya berry vintage, very good if I may offer my opinion. The cheya plant is used as a component in many dishes in Kyonin, not merely the berries. Granted the berries are the sweetest ingredient used from the plant, yet when made into a wine they become something transcended or so I am told by those more in the know about such things. Forgive my ramblings, I hope it is to your liking."
He hands the bottle over and nods his head slightly to each in turn.
"My lord, my lady."
Then moves to the side to allow passage.
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Perception: Alysandra = 15
Neither miss the discrete screening the Surtova's guards perform as Rupert and Zephyra move; Coalhouse in particular notices the Aldori's aggravation at losing access to the incipient monarch. After a few more words, the siblings part ways once again. This time, Coalhouse approaches - from the rear, if he can at all manage it - Rudolph Ferdinand Aldori III.
"Can't do much about human nature, Master Aldori," the half-orc says, stepping next to the swordsman with his own hands linked behind his back. Coalhouse doesn't look at the incensed man, instead watching the king, presumably with Amavin in tow, vanish into the conversational room. Instead of taking the tack of 'courtier', which has so obviously and spectacularly failed with Ishana and Azrael, he's using the 'world-wise fellow man' angle - well, if it works. "Or," he adds, glancing around at where-ever Ralph Khavortorov has escorted Ishana Tamanna, "adventuresome sorts. Would I be wrong in presuming you're wanting to discuss with the king the political shape of the court-to-come?" Perhaps interestingly, he doesn't bother introducing himself to the Aldori, not honestly imagining the fighting-school leader doesn't already have that information.
Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III turns to see Coalhouse, anger in his eyes. He looks at the half orc for a second, and then eyes him from top to bottom, and snickers. After he finishes talking, he answers.
"You are the leader of the new King porter's, right? I wonder why they let you in. But I guess one such as yourself, able to climb from your station, should have abilities and capacities beyond those normally found in your race. And as such you should be able to recognize an opportunity when you see one. So, if you are as wise as I hope, you will meet me later, and maybe I can give some work to you and your boys."Alysandra don't see anything particular in the party for now.
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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
"Permit me to introduce myself. I am Alysandra Janus, of the International Businessmen. It is the wish of both myself and my brother, Coalhouse Porter, that through ties of trade we can make the new lands into a valued partner of Restov and Rostland, one which would desire only prosperity and self-determination for its northern neighbor. We have, after all, taken the contract of ensuring the safe movement of King Rupert's baggage train in light of this wish, and despite the ... clear displeasure that doing so has incurred for us in these climes - though it is, after all, only a single contract." A gesture of her hand indicates the room and its Restov nobility, currently treating her and her sibling as so much manure on the bottom of their collective boots.
Restov's Lord-Mayor Ioseph Sellenius' eyes widen and a smile shows in his lips when Alysandra talks to him. He proceeds to ignore a couple swordlords talking to them and kiss the Helf-Elf hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, mylady. A real pleasure."Alysandra has seen that effect before. She is "his type".
"But of course we need to prevent some of the animosity of some of Restov's citizen to permeate to your group, which is only doing their business. I will personally talk to them, and maybe set up a meeting between you and me. And some chosen people, of course. Tomorrow maybe? Well, may I inquire what is your opinion on our city and their people?"
Trawets nods to the halfing and says, "I think the common goal for all of us taming the lands and bringing some civilization there and you have my full support for that. I see the King needs you and will leave you to your duties."
Trawets then heads off tries to locate any of the high priests in the town to see what news they have of the goings on here and in the Stolen Lands.
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Ishana frowns at the anger and frustration, and wears a look of disdain. "Well it's clear that someone certainly needs to find a girlfriend" she responds in a cutting manner, before raising her eyebrows slightly as Ralph suddenly appears like lightning.
"Oh my, you seem to have him well trained", she remarks happily in response to Ralph's appearance, deliberately slurring her words slightly to give the impression that she is not quite herself at the present. Ishana puts up a token show of stubborn resistance before allowing Ralph to drag her away, before allowing herself a parting shot at the famous swordsman. "You should have told me earlier that you were so interested in Amavin sir, if I had known I might have considered putting in a good word for you, and you wouldn't have to kick the floor in such a distressingly childish manner" she remarks, her tone deliberately sweet as she purposely overlooks the man's desire to speak with Rupert Surtova, choosing to interpret it as a desire to speak longer with Amavin. As Ralph escorts her away, Ishana completes her parting shot with an insufferable smile, while wiggling her eyebrows as if to say "your secret is safe with me."
When at a reasonably safe distance Ishana smiles at Ralph. "I think he really likes me Ralph, what do you think?" she says in a chirpy voice.
Ralph Khavortorov drags her away under the angry look of Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III. Having put some distance, and Coalhouse distracting the swordlord, he smiles at her and makes a tsk-tsk noise with her mouth.
"Milady, you should be very fool or very brave to cross that man. For him to have a girlfriend would require for him to have a heart, which he doesn't. I recommend for you to keep some distance from him for the rest of the evening. Or your life, if possible."He turns her, embracing her face to face.
"You are bold, milady, I like that."
His eyes sparkle in the candlelight.
"Perhaps it is best that we can discuss arrangements in a less conspicuous place. I will gladly take you up on your offer to join your encampment though." Merus replies. He then keeps an eye on the Four Swords to see if his barb hit the mark.
I agree, and while we wait for the fish to bite...may I offer you some aid in your adventures to the stolen lands. It is known that we are going to secure these lands in the name of the Dragonscale Throne. I am always looking for new faces that wish to aid the people of restov. If I may be so bold as to offer the services of Argent Draca to aid in you and your noble house in the days to come in the stolen lands . We can also discuss the fine detail this night but if you are interested in such an arrangement I would be honored.
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Amavin doesn't miss the subtle movement of the discrete line of guards allowing her access as she raises her eyebrows in surprise. "A private audience? Just for me? Your Majesty you flatter me beyond words, it would be an honor to have a discussion in private. Is there something in particular that I can help you with?"
As she asks, Amavin glides accross the floor, heading in the direction of the private room, while trying to think why royalty would be seeking her out personally. She was sure that she would find out soon, but Amavin always liked to be a step ahead, and this entire situation had slightly rattled her, putting her off guard.
His Majesty Rupert Surtova invites you into the private chamber, asks her to sit down, he sits next to her, and looks to her in the eyes, with a serious face.
"Yes, the new kingdom needs a service from you. I need a service from you. And I now I ask too much, but I don't see another way. I need for you to marry me."|
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"I long to test my sword against such threats as lately the competition around here has been rather weak."
The last remaining of the Four swords, a big smiling fellow, approaches Merus. He stands in front of him, and bows ceremoniously.
"Michael Khavortorov at your service. If you need a lesson in swordsmanship, I am willing to provide one for you, free of charge!"
Hearing the challenge the cleric smiles. Those boys with their toys. But at least that one had style and flair.
"Ladies and Gentleman a challenge has been issued. Do you accept? Or are you a coward?"
Visible shock and surprise flies accross Amavin's face as she is once again, thrown. Nevertheless, the situation did demand a response and Amavin is quick to supply one. "Well, thats certainly one of the more unusual proposal's that I have heard, its certainly caught me off guard. I think, however, you should best explain the situation thats led up to this, so I can best understand the issues you and your kingdom currently face. I said earlier that I was happy to help, and while this particular situation had not crossed my mind - I still stand by what I said. I'd still like knowing all the facts about the situation please".
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Aolis and Sacha glide into the path of the new King, how that was managed with the guards could only be guessed at. Some may even suspect magic from the elven mage. He bows to the pair as he clearly blocks their path. A guards makes as if to move but a look from Aolis at the hint of movement stops the guard. He knew better. The elf focused on the new monarch.
"Apologies for any interruption, my lord, my lady. I could not help but notice you were due to retire from the festivities and I could not allow such discourtesy on my part. Having arrived so recently is little excuse still I must salvage what little good form is left of me by paying my respects before your presence."
Again he bows.
His Majesty Rupert Surtova nods at Aolis.
"We are not retiring, Lord Greenborn. We just need time to discuss something with Lady Zephyra.""As you seem to already be entertaining I will keep this brief as not to intrude more then needed, hopefully I will have a chance to speak with you more fully when your are less occupied. Besides paying my respects as befits your station, I would like to present my gift as well. You may find it will heighten your discussions if not make it more enjoyable. I should hope."
He presents a slim bottle of elven wine from Kyonin.
"It is of Cheya berry vintage, very good if I may offer my opinion. The cheya plant is used as a component in many dishes in Kyonin, not merely the berries. Granted the berries are the sweetest ingredient used from the plant, yet when made into a wine they become something transcended or so I am told by those more in the know about such things. Forgive my ramblings, I hope it is to your liking."
He hands the bottle over and nods his head slightly to each in turn.
"My lord, my lady."
Then moves to the side to allow passage.
Diplomacy = 32
He doesn't move to take the bottle, but a second after his Halfling helper is there, taking it, and answers Aolis, with a face that shows the bother he feels at having somebody interrupting the King's walk.
"We thank you for it. Now if you let his majesty pass..."The halfling turns towards the new king and bows...
"I am very sorry for the interruption, your majesty, I beg your pardon."
His Majesty Rupert Surtova smiles at the Halfling, and talks to him in a gentle voice.
"Anando, please, you don't to ask for it. I am sure master Aolis meant no harm, and he didn't bother us. Master Aolis, thank you for your gift, I hope we can taste it together soon, in our new kingdom."
He continues towards the room together with Amavin Zephyra.
Anando Verisisi turns towards Aolis, an angry look in his eyes.
"Something else you need, master Greenborn? Another etiquette you feel the need to break?"
Ishana still looks a little bit cross about the situation with Rudolf. "He never even talked to me" she grumbles, with a disgruntled expression before smirking in response to Ralph's comment. "I can actually be very bold, depending..." she replies, before breaking off her statement. "Oh oh, one of your brothers is challenging someone to a swordfight. I just love watching these things, I have a blade myself you know" she remarks happily, craning her head to try and see more, before taking Ralph by the end and pulling him in the direction of the challenge, while still listening to anything Ralph had to say.
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Trawets then heads off tries to locate any of the high priests in the town to see what news they have of the goings on here and in the Stolen Lands.
What they say is disheartening. It has been many years since anyone could cross the lands towards the other River Kingdoms, and all travel and commerce has to take longer routes. There are reports of all kinds fo monsters and bandits, impossible to corroborate or make certain.
And to make things worst, divination towards the area is useless. One of the priest warn you, very strongly, to not even try."There are terrors then that have broken more than one mind while trying to pierce that veil."
"I long to test my sword against such threats as lately the competition around here has been rather weak."The last remaining of the Four swords, a big smiling fellow, approaches Merus. He stands in front of him, and bows ceremoniously.
"Michael Khavortorov at your service. If you need a lesson in swordsmanship, I am willing to provide one for you, free of charge!"
"Are you sure you can afford to begin this venture injured? I would hate to put a crimp in Lord Aldori's plans." Merus replies with thinly veiled sarcasm.
"But by all means, I would gladly accept your "tutelage" perhaps the education will be going in a different direction than you expect."Turning to Christian, Merus asks, "Lord D'Elegante, I would be honored if you would act as my second."
He only noded at the king's words in consent. Aolis looks down, the halfling's lack of height and his own abundance of it forcing the choice, he smiles with amusement.
"My for one so fond of etiquette you do abandon it so easily. I may not be the head of House Medvyed but I am certainly the eldest. Yet here you stand, speaking to me in such a manner. Not even addressing me properly by the name of my house as well. How very interesting."
He chuckles.
"I would very much wish to know more about such a contradiction of a man serving the new king. Or would you claim ignorance of my house and station? Perhaps the slight was intentional then?"
The halfling had walked right into a trap of his own making. He cared not a wit about being judged, plenty of people have judged him. Nearly all were dead many years pass, what does time or the world care for judgement. That did not mean he would allow it without extracting a cost. One you must be willing to pay to ply such things in turn.
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Visible shock and surprise flies accross Amavin's face as she is once again, thrown. Nevertheless, the situation did demand a response and Amavin is quick to supply one. "Well, thats certainly one of the more unusual proposal's that I have heard, its certainly caught me off guard. I think, however, you should best explain the situation thats led up to this, so I can best understand the issues you and your kingdom currently face. I said earlier that I was happy to help, and while this particular situation had not crossed my mind - I still stand by what I said. I'd still like knowing all the facts about the situation please".
His Majesty Rupert Surtova smiles sadly.
"Of course. I start my new kingdom doomed to failure. Even with the resources my dear cousin have given me, Sloboda, that name I plan to give it, don't stand a chance if the people going there is not united, having an imposed tyrant as King, and having an hostile land as their only means of provisioning and succor. My dear cousin is sending me, my daughter, and all us, to die in those unforgiving lands."He stands, go to a window and looks outside, towards the south. Towards the Stolen Lands.
"But I won't give up. I won't let my daughter die forgotten over there, or worst. I shiver with the thought. I will face this challenge as I have faced all challenges before me, with a sword in my hand, a plan in my mind and faith in my heart. I will create a kingdom there, a place of peace and prosperity, and maybe happiness, where there is none. I will give my child a future. I will give all of our child's one, or die trying. But I won't give up."
He turns to see Amavin again.
"I need support. I need the goodwill of Rostland and Restov. I need to help of the Blessed Hospitallers, the Righteous Wanderers and The Restov Coursers. I need to take International Business and make it an ally and spine of the new kingdom. I even need to gain the support and loyalty of Merus Lebeda and Rudolf Aldori. And I don't have time to do it."
He looks at her eyes.
"What better way to let them know I am not a "distant Surtova aristocrat" than having Lady Amavin Zephyra, leader of the Blessed Hospitallers, share my throne, and my power, as Queen of the new Kingdom? I am a widower and you are single."
His face saddens.
"I know I ask too much. I ask you to sacrifice your future, your happiness. But as a father that wants his daughter to live free and happy, and the sons and daughters of our subjects, I need to ask you to do this sacrifice. I can not promise we will triumph, and I can not promise you that I will grow to love you. But I can promise that I will die for the new kingdom, and that I will respect you, and be your best friend, at least."
He kneels in front of her.
"Lady Amavin Zephyra, will you marry me?"
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Ishana still looks a little bit cross about the situation with Rudolf. "He never even talked to me" she grumbles, with a disgruntled expression before smirking in response to Ralph's comment. "I can actually be very bold, depending..." she replies, before breaking off her statement. "Oh oh, one of your brothers is challenging someone to a swordfight. I just love watching these things, I have a blade myself you know" she remarks happily, craning her head to try and see more, before taking Ralph by the end and pulling him in the direction of the challenge, while still listening to anything Ralph had to say.
Ralph Khavortorov shows a while smile.
"That's my brother, Michael, and I pity the poor fool that crosses steel with him! Let's go, I think I must be his second, as my cousins Angelo and Don have other kind of duel in mind."He leaves Ishana and stands behind Don.
"I will be your second, bother!"
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"Are you sure you can afford to begin this venture injured? I would hate to put a crimp in Lord Aldori's plans." Merus replies with thinly veiled sarcasm.
"But by all means, I would gladly accept your "tutelage" perhaps the education will be going in a different direction than you expect."
Turning to Christian, Merus asks, "Lord D'Elegante, I would be honored if you would act as my second."
Michael Khavortorov smiles, and stands in the middle of the room as people move out of the way. He draws a very nice dueling sword, and makes some movements with it. He seems very competent.
"Don't worry, my lord. I won't hurt you. Much."He sports a very fierce smile.
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He only noded at the king's words in consent. Aolis looks down, the halfling's lack of height and his own abundance of it forcing the choice, he smiles with amusement.
"My for one so fond of etiquette you do abandon it so easily. I may not be the head of House Medvyed but I am certainly the eldest. Yet here you stand, speaking to me in such a manner. Not even addressing me properly by the name of my house as well. How very interesting."
He chuckles.
"I would very much wish to know more about such a contradiction of a man serving the new king. Or would you claim ignorance of my house and station? Perhaps the slight was intentional then?"
The halfling had walked right into a trap of his own making. He cared not a wit about being judged, plenty of people have judged him. Nearly all were dead many years pass, what does time or the world care for judgement. That did not mean he would allow it without extracting a cost. One you must be willing to pay to ply such things in turn.
"I am Anando Verisisi, steward to His Majesty Rupert Surtova, and I only respond to him. You might feel like you can barge in whenever you feel like it, but my lord will make sure to put all of the upstarts in their proper place, my lord. And I thought only Lord Rudolf Aldori lacked any manners over here. Now, if you excuse me, I have better things to do that fancy myself a big lord."
Seeing the wizard having finished the conversation Titian approaches him and bows. "You seem to have had a decent talk with the halfling. May I inquire his station. Just out of curiousity!"
On his way to the high priests, Trawets stops as he is asked a question and turns to face the man asking it. "That is the new King's Steward, Anando Verisisi. I am Trawets Aarock, servant of Soralyon. And who might you be?", he asks as he puts his hand out.
Rudolf Aldori turns to see Coalhouse, anger in his eyes. He looks at the half orc for a second, and then eyes him from top to bottom, and snickers. After he finishes talking, he answers.
"You are the leader of the new King porter's, right? I wonder why they let you in. But I guess one such as yourself, able to climb from your station, should have abilities and capacities beyond those normally found in your race. And as such you should be able to recognize an opportunity when you see one. So, if you are as wise as I hope, you will meet me later, and maybe I can give some work to you and your boys."
"I'm the head of the company who's been contracted for that job," replies Coalhouse, clarifying the facts of the matter; there's a difference between being hired by the king and being part of the king's household, which both he and Anando Verisisi can attest to. The half-orc gives a shake of his head, displaying slight disgust or contempt, as he watches the blatantly offensive behavior of the elf Aolis Greenborn. "You know," he muses, "I'm surprised that elf does't have a spear blade through his spine. My Lord," he says, finally turning to the Aldori, "while I am quite able to recognize opportunities when - usually before - they appear, I should note both that my current contract is with the king, and that taking another before it is concluded would be political and economic suicide right at the very top. If you're looking for assistance with your own equippage, I intend to have a couple of my troubleshooters roaming along the line of march to assist with any issues that may arise.
"If, however, you are meaning issues that may arise further in the future of the new nation, well - then I'll be happy to discuss them with you later."
Aolis gives no reaction at all as the halfling huffs and puffs away. He turns to Sacha.
"What is blind, deaf, and far from dumb?"
She gives him a strange look.
"Find that answer my sweet, for it has already been given and I find it most intriguing. Let's us move on, their is so much more to find."
She shakes her head at the elf as they walk around.
"Sometimes I wonder if their is something wrong with you."
"Oh Sacha, if their is nothing wrong. How will you ever know what is right."
"I take it back, your just annoying."
She punches him in the arm as they come upon a commotion.
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"I have enough porters already," - Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III answers Coalhouse - "and if that is the full extent of the service you can render, then I won't be needing you. But I can make use for somebody carrying other things for me. Things without substance, but with real importance for people that can make use of them. So, if you are interested, look for me later on..."
Coalhouse ... looks a little amused at the Aldori's claim to have enough porters, but 'not from what I've seen' would be indiscrete. "That is a horse of a different color, Master Aldori," says the half-orc. "Until later, then." He then takes a half-step back and, with one hand raised to his breast, gives a short bow from his waist, though his eyes never leave the swordsmaster.
Finished with what might have been the most delicate negotiation of the evening, Coalhouse moves off towards where the king disappeared - or rather, to find the king's steward, Anando Verisisi.
Amavin thinks about the situation for a moment. Truth be told, it was hard to say no to royalty and his reasons on the face looked entirely valid. "I'll accept this proposal for the good of the realm, provided you understand two things. Firstly, I'll need to know why me personally, surely a noble from here would provide a better alternative and greater stability. Secondly know also that a marriage with me does not automatically mean you gain control over my group. I'm at best, a spokesperson or mouthpiece for the group, and from time to time someone else might take the lead in situations where ones experience be more important. I say this just to make it clear that if this is a political marriage solely to gain the support of our group, there is no guarentee that it would work that way as they are free spirited individuals, and I make no demands of them.
"Michael Khavortorov at your service. If you need a lesson in swordsmanship, I am willing to provide one for you, free of charge!"
Christian looks around to his right and then back to his left and then back at the Khavortorov.
My lord it is an honor to meet one of your distinguished line, but with all due respect you really need to work on your acceptance speech. I happen to know a women who is really good with words. I mean really good with words. I mean like WOW!....I will charge you a finders fee....Christian was about to say more when...
"Are you sure you can afford to begin this venture injured? I would hate to put a crimp in Lord Aldori's plans." Merus replies with thinly veiled sarcasm. "But by all means, I would gladly accept your "tutelage" perhaps the education will be going in a different direction than you expect."Turning to Christian, Merus asks, "Lord D'Elegante, I would be honored if you would act as my second."
Christian gives a proper bow and a show of respect to the man.
My lord I would be honored to accept your offer of second. It shall bring me, my men and the coursers much prestige.|
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Amavin thinks about the situation for a moment. Truth be told, it was hard to say no to royalty and his reasons on the face looked entirely valid. "I'll accept this proposal for the good of the realm, provided you understand two things. Firstly, I'll need to know why me personally, surely a noble from here would provide a better alternative and greater stability. Secondly know also that a marriage with me does not automatically mean you gain control over my group. I'm at best, a spokesperson or mouthpiece for the group, and from time to time someone else might take the lead in situations where ones experience be more important. I say this just to make it clear that if this is a political marriage solely to gain the support of our group, there is no guarentee that it would work that way as they are free spirited individuals, and I make no demands of them.
"I know, and I can't ask any more from you right now. Not trust, not loyalty. I will have to earn those, but with your acceptance, maybe I'll have the time to do it. About why to choose you, well, you are the recognized leader of the hospitalliers, smart, a great leader, and I must say you are, well, regally beautiful."
He let a small smile show."And yes, I plan to talk with all of the leaders of the parties going into the Stolen Lands with us. Please extend an invitation for the leaders of your group, at 3 hours after midnight, 3 miles south of our camps. Alone, but feel free to bring your weapons if that makes you feel safer. I must insist on all of them coming, to take decisions about the future of Sloboda."
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On his way to the high priests, Trawets stops as he is asked a question and turns to face the man asking it. "That is the new King's Steward, Anando Verisisi. I am Trawets Aarock, servant of Soralyon. And who might you be?", he asks as he puts his hand out.Bowing Titian looks at the wizard."I have to.. apologize. My name is Titan Stagson, member of the blessed Hospitallers. Well at least so the bards say. I think we all were summoned here to finalize our task bringing justice to the stolen lands with a banquet!"
Restov's Lord-Mayor Ioseph Sellenius' eyes widen and a smile shows in his lips when Alysandra talks to him. He proceeds to ignore a couple swordlords talking to them and kiss the Helf-Elf hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, mylady. A real pleasure."
Alysandra has seen that effect before. She is "his type".
Bloody sacred -- of course I am, she fumes silently, not a hint of her inner irritation showing on Alysandra's face. Have to play with that, but if this little weasel thinks he can get under my skirt ... y'know, I wonder what would happen if Jocasta could swap in just before he tries something serious. That'd be amusing. The mental image causes her to smile a bit more genuinely, which can only be an asset.
"But of course we need to prevent some of the animosity of some of Restov's citizen to permeate to your group, which is only doing their business. I will personally talk to them, and maybe set up a meeting between you and me. And some chosen people, of course. Tomorrow maybe? Well, may I inquire what is your opinion on our city and their people?"
"We would be delighted to speak with a ... useful ... representational group of your influential merchants and nobles, my Lord Mayor," says the attractive half-elf, not saying that by 'we' she means 'Coalhouse and I'; if that isn't understood, then that's the Mayor's failure. "The scheduling for the movement of the baggage train would have to be examined, but I'm sure we can find an hour or two to spare to discuss items of interest. As for your city, it has a delightful charm which I have never experienced in any other, and its people retain a distinct and visible pride in their heritage." Which, in the language of diplomatic courtesy, means that the place is hopelessly provincial (as compared to cosmopolitan) and its people insular and belligerant. She hasn't forgotten the thugs looking to club Quentin and Lida just for doing their jobs.
Bowing Titian looks at the wizard."I have to.. apologize. My name is Titan Stagson, member of the blessed Hospitallers. Well at least so the bards say. I think we all were summoned here to finalize our task bringing justice to the stolen lands with a banquet!"
Trawets bows from the shoulders to Titan, "It is a please to meet you sir. I am with the Righteous Wanders and you may know. I was on my way to find some of the high priests of this town to see what "news" they have of the Stolen Lands. Would you care to join me?"
Porablum quirks an eyebrow at the arrival of two of the Four Swords, immediately recognizing their flirtation.
Well, this is a curious quandary. On the one hand, she does find them genuinely handsome and dashing, and Aramil likely would prefer to avoid quarreling with them. They also probably have many fascinating stories of adventures On the other, they are Aldori Swordlords flirting with the Surtova daughter of a Surtova king who likely isn't well-liked or trusted, especially by Swordlords. Also, the girl's only 13.
Noticing Rade on the verge of fainting, Porablum knows she must immediately step in. Plus, she was genuinely curious to know more of the Four Swords. "My good sirs, to bestow such an honor upon the beautiful daughter of our king shows you to truly be honorable and chivalrous gentlemen. I am Porablum Flapzit, assistant and minstrel of Aramil Wellys of the Restov Coursers. We have had many fine adventures, but you yourselves must surely have seen some grand excitement. Please, get yourselves another drink and tell us of your escapades and daring sword fights. Have you met any illustrious personages? Foiled any dastardly plots? Performed acts of heroics beyond the belief of ordinary men? If you tell us of them, I will perhaps be able to compose a ballad or an epic poem featuring the exploits of the Four Swords. What do you say? Will you tell us of them? Oh my golly gosh, I think one of your brothers is about to get into a fight!"
She points towards Michael and Merus while she grabs Don's arm, half-turning him towards the scene. She hopes Angelo will look as well, to give Rade a moment to re-gather herself.
Speaking with a small group of nobles from Restov about their hopes that trade will be able to flow through the Stolen Lands again, increasing the wealth and prestige of the city, Aramil notices the discussion between Merus and Michael, with Christian standing nearby. I hope that's much more civil than I think it is. He watches Christian to see if he needs to come intervene.
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"We would be delighted to speak with a ... useful ... representational group of your influential merchants and nobles, my Lord Mayor," says the attractive half-elf, not saying that by 'we' she means 'Coalhouse and I'; if that isn't understood, then that's the Mayor's failure. "The scheduling for the movement of the baggage train would have to be examined, but I'm sure we can find an hour or two to spare to discuss items of interest. As for your city, it has a delightful charm which I have never experienced in any other, and its people retain a distinct and visible pride in their heritage." Which, in the language of diplomatic courtesy, means that the place is hopelessly provincial (as compared to cosmopolitan) and its people insular and belligerant. She hasn't forgotten the thugs looking to club Quentin and Lida just for...
Lord-Mayor Ioseph Sellenius seems to be lost in Alysandra's eyes.
"Of course my dear. I thank you for your kind words towards my city. Well, you must know we are VERY proud of our heritage, and won't let foreigners try and take over it, and our lands. But let's talk about more charming things... are you married?"
Azrael stands aside for a while, watching the interplay between various folks as they move about the area like chesspieces... some falling like a taken pawn, some more spectacularly than others... and some rising to the challenges. He sips a mild drink while he observes and keeps his thoughts to himself, as some were gentle or complimentary and the others not worthy of being voiced.
When he spots Hareth speaking with the young oracle of the Cenobites for such a long time, he lofts a brow, showing true curiosity for the first time. Enjoy the company, brother Hareth, for who knows what will happen in the new lands."
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Noticing Rade on the verge of fainting, Porablum knows she must immediately step in. Plus, she was genuinely curious to know more of the Four Swords. "My good sirs, to bestow such an honor upon the beautiful daughter of our king shows you to truly be honorable and chivalrous gentlemen. I am Porablum Flapzit, assistant and minstrel of Aramil Wellys of the Restov Coursers. We have had many fine adventures, but you yourselves must surely have seen some grand excitement. Please, get yourselves another drink and tell us of your escapades and daring sword fights. Have you met any illustrious personages? Foiled any dastardly plots? Performed acts of heroics beyond the belief of ordinary men? If you tell us of them, I will perhaps be able to compose a ballad or an epic poem featuring the exploits of the Four Swords. What do you say? Will you tell us of them? Oh my golly gosh, I think one of your brothers is about to get into a fight!"
She points towards Michael and Merus while she grabs Don's arm, half-turning him towards the scene. She hopes Angelo will look as well, to give Rade a moment to re-gather herself.
Porablum, as a great duelist, detects and attacks the weak point in their opponent's defenses, because, who doesn't like to brag about himself?
The both of them start telling the girls about their great adventures and mischiefs, showing it's not the first time they do, because they make it in a very interesting and entertaining way.In just a few minutes they have a dozen of girls agape, lead by Rade Surtova, which is delighted with their narration.
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Azrael stands aside for a while, watching the interplay between various folks as they move about the area like chesspieces... some falling like a taken pawn, some more spectacularly than others... and some rising to the challenges. He sips a mild drink while he observes and keeps his thoughts to himself, as some were gentle or complimentary and the others not worthy of being voiced.
What to try a perception check?
Amavin inclines her head. "I'll see to it that I extend an invitation to everyone then, so that they all have an opinion on the future of Sloboda, going forward. I might as well keep the "No Weapons" rule implemented here for the meeting if only for the sake of decorum and for the fact that its purely a political discussion, rather than a sparring match.
"Was there anything else sir?"
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Azrael: No, you see nothing out of the ordinary...
Amavin:
Rupert stands and extends his hand to her.
"Just one thing. If we do get married, I would like for you to know my daughter, and love her as much as I do. She is a wonderful child, but I fear she is very naive, and don't know much of the world. I fear for her safety, as a father."
Before leaving the room, he also comments.
"In the secret meeting later tonight I will be armed. I wouldn't like the others to feel like they are walking into a trap, so I would prefer for them to be armed too. And if somebody wants to kill me, why wait?"