Dain's King Maker Chronicles

Game Master dain120475

Having spent the better half of her time assisting Moira Lochlin and tending to the wounded and removing the dead, Ariarh hears commotion and looks up, spying wagons and riders. She hadn't realised so many hours had lapsed, even with her small breaks to check in and see how Dior and Gwahir were doing (both had been resting safely in the sleeping quarters of Oleg's compound).

Quietly and to no one she announces, "They're back", and she excuses herself to the priestess and runs to the compound to await their arrival. Wagons. I wonder what else they found scattered out there by the now-deceased horde.

Once the wagons and riders are stationery in the compound, Ariarh moves deftly to Brett and Delain's side. She notices a large group of bedraggled females and children being ushered from the wagons and she is immediately concerned for their well being.

She voices that concern, albeit quietly, to Brett and Delain, "First things first, we must address the needs of those freed prisoners. We must assemble them under some shelter and call the healers to examine them and provide care. I will organise with Svetlana some food, water and warm blankets."

"The coin and items you have discovered? May I suggest that for now they are secured somewhere and the Council and Elders convene a meeting to discuss what is to be done with it?" Ariarh looks eagerly toward Brett and Delain for further instruction.

Delain nods then and moves forward.

"I'll move the spoils to the compound, as you suggest, and detach men to guard it," Delain says bowing somewhat in his saddle, checking his horse forward.

Brett looks at you.

"Well - yes, we'll be getting them taken care of straight up, no doubt... but, uhmmm... how about me mates from south? Ye know, the two halflings? They're okay, right?" he asks.

Ariarh - at this time you know that both Halflings are fine, though Billy is a bit banged up.

Ape roll to assist 2 1d20+4

Arasmes strength check 2 1d20+4+2+2

Ape roll to assist 3 1d20+4

Arasmes strength check 3 1d20+4+2

Bit confused by the numbers - it looks like you get multiple +2 bonuses in round 2. Was this number for you to account for the bonuses from the ape and villager or another modifier.

If I'm reading it right - the last check - check 3 - your total is a 19 and you failed the roll by 1.

However - as it is only a failed roll by one, the following happens...

Final Round

The joints crack, and you slip somewhat, the burly human on your right stumbling, falling back, and though the ape has done what he could - you were not able to save the building completely.

The beams have been placed, but there is significant cracks across the upper floor. Nevertheless - this is still seen as a success.

One of the men comes up and claps you on the back.

"Well - it'll need a bunch of nails and some new boards - but ye saved the bloody building! Good work, lad," he says.

The repair work for the building shouldn't cost more then 200 GP to get it fully repaired. A mere nothing, you'd think - considering the cost of building the entire structure, never mind what is located inside! Well done - tough DC but some nice rolls.

Ariarh watches as Delain rides off. Her mind is filled with unspoken concerns.

Turning to look up at Brett on Stybba, "The Banks' children are fine, Brett. Billy is bruised and cut but his wounds have been cleaned and dressed and he is currently resting in one of beds in the compound. Ivy has been assisting me with the wounded but I recently sent her in to check on her brother and get some rest. Would you like to me to go get Ivy? We may need an extra pair of hands to help take care of these new women and children." Ariarh's words are softly spoken as if she is feeling a burden of some kind or another but she does not share her thoughts aloud.

Ariarh's muscles and body ache. She stretches a little to shake off the stiffness and general tiredness. The night was not over and it could be hours yet before they retired to their beds. If anyone paid close enough attention, they would notice the dark circles now tainting her pale skin, 'neath her sapphire eyes.

Arasmes thanks the men for their help, pleased that the shop was saved. Dismissing the ape with his thanks in celestial, Arasmes walks towards where the women and children brought back from the encampment are. Spotting Ariarh, Arasmes will approach, looking disheveled and dirty from his work in the shop, he says It seems the trip was a success as I knew it would be. Is there any way that I can assist you or these poor people Ariarh? Arasmes looks genuinely concerned for their well being.

Looking around at the general devastation Shaezon contemplating what spells he knows that may be of assistance.

Mending is the only thing that comes to mind. Possibly the ability to save otherwise broken materials.

Hearing Arasmes' voice, Ariarh turns in the direction of the sound and his footfall and watches him draw nearer.

"Hello, Arasmes." She takes in his disheveled and dirty appearance. "Is everything alright in the village proper?"

Upon his offer, she replies, "Aye. I think we need to find as many blankets as we can for these poor souls. Could you seek out Svetlana Leveton and help her collect and bring some blankets out? I am going to go and see if I can get some dressings and herbs together to use for any wounds. They also need to be fed and given some water by the looks of them. I cannot, and will not, understand slavery and inflicting this suffering and disrespect to other beings."

Looking around at the general devastation Shaezon contemplating what spells he knows that may be of assistance.

Mending is the only thing that comes to mind. Possibly the ability to save otherwise broken materials.

Check! No worries, then. But, I should add - you have seen quite a bit of elven women who have come in to town. That said - you may want to try to help them somehow, if you feel you are able.

Arasmes gets a look of anger on his face and you see the slight glow again behind the goggles before it vanishes again. As someone whom has felt the sting of slavery first hand, I heartily agree Ariarh. I will go and fetch Svetlana and the blankets and whatever else I may be able to procure for them. With that he hurries off.

"You're very kind. Thank you, Arasmes." Wondering on the faint glow she has spied once again, coming from 'neath his goggles, but putting aside the thought to go in search of the healer and some salves and bandages.

Delain returns and rides up to the shrine, looking over the wounded intently.

Seeking out Ariarh, he nods slightly, the scar on his face still livid, but the blood is wiped away.

"Thank you much for your aid in caring for my friend," Delain said softly, looking into her careworn eyes.

"You fought with courage - and honor. Both worthy qualities in an ally, and a friend. I am well pleased to travel south my friend Brett to visit your capital - and also pleased to travel with you as well..." he adds the last with a stern voice, though with tender eyes.

He reaches for Gwahir, who is near to Ariarh, and strokes the bird gently with his blood covered finger, hissing gently, easing the beast to his arm.

"I should ask - how is your friend, Dior? How did he fair? I know he was well injured, but I am wondering on how he is now - it would grieve me to think a friend of yours might suffer. I do not wish to see you in any distress, or pain," he adds the last quietly.

A sudden movement startles him, and he turns abruptly on his heel. It is one of his men - who delivers a quick report.

"Very good," Delain replies curtly.

He turns back to Ariarh.

"I must leave you now, Councilwoman - I pray again for the safety of your friend Dior - and I look forward to many more nights of talking to you in the future," he adds, bowing once the moving off with one of his men on some mission regarding business.

Though you sense Delain would love to stand and chat - you know he has other business to attend to before such pleasantries can occur.

Ariarh watches as Delain rides off. Her mind is filled with unspoken concerns.

Turning to look up at Brett on Stybba, "The Banks' children are fine, Brett. Billy is bruised and cut but his wounds have been cleaned and dressed and he is currently resting in one of beds in the compound. Ivy has been assisting me with the wounded but I recently sent her in to check on her brother and get some rest. Would you like to me to go get Ivy? We may need an extra pair of hands to help take care of these new women and children." Ariarh's words are softly spoken as if she is feeling a burden of some kind or another but she does not share her thoughts aloud.

Ariarh's muscles and body ache. She stretches a little to shake off the stiffness and general tiredness. The night was not over and it could be hours yet before they retired to their beds. If anyone paid close enough attention, they would notice the dark circles now tainting her pale skin, 'neath her sapphire eyes.

"Nope, no... no thanks - best let me tend to that... seeing to Ivy that is... Yep... well," he stretches and yawns "It's been a pretty long night - what with me slaying seven trolls and all - I reckon I better head off to bed and get some valuable shut-eye, eh?"

Brett turns to walk off, pauses, and asks -

"Say, um - where'd you say Ivy was? Thought I'd look in on the lass proper, see that she is doing well, that sort of thing, eh?" he says in a somewhat distracted voice.

After you tell him, he quickly nods, bows, then runs off...

To all...

Other then a few quick oddities throughout the rest of the evening, the night passes and the day comes.

The people are somewhat better - the village had some rough knocks - but it is not too bad off.

The hundred new-comers, in the form of the free slaves have been given loose blankets, bedclothes and places to sleep for the evening.

Upon dawning the villagers are up and about. Many of them are better with some sleep - some not fully healed - and some shall never rise again.

The council has been called - as well as the town elders, and the guests from afar.

All of you have been gathered with proper representation to decide what you shall do with the gold, and the newly freed slaves.

Therefore - what is your new ideas or plans?

Conversation between Ariarh and Delain at the Shrine.

"You're welcome in regard to Gwahir. He wasn't any trouble, in fact I had him mostly keeping an eye on Dior back at the compound where they would both be safe. Dior is recuperating at present. He took quite a serious beating from both trolls in the field. My poor, darling protector, he never forsakes me and I worry that one day his duty to me will be his undoing. I could not live with that sacrifice." The concern is genuine and clearly visible in her clouded sapphire eyes.

"Once we are done in Oleg's village, I look forward to returning to Saravale. That is not to say we do not have our own issues in the capital, for we do. But with all that has happened here, I would rather be back in my new hometown. Mayhap, on the ride to Saravale, you could share with me some stories of your homeland, of your life?" Ariarh is shy in the asking but serious, as well. She would like to learn more about this man.

Ariarh gracefully bows her head as Delain Esserian politely announces he is taking his leave. "I will speak with you, soon, Lord Esserian."

While the blankets are being passed out Arasmes is wandering among the refugees, speaking kindly and soothingly to all he comes across. To each of them he gives a gold piece to help them get a fresh start. He knows it is not much but he also knows the hardships they have faced as he experienced them first hand.

Once he has finished passing out his gold, Arasmes finds a quiet place and attempts to collect himself. The sight of the women and especially the children in those deplorable conditions caused him great pain. He sits through the night, the occasional tear leaking from underneath his goggles and sparkling silver in the moonlight.

With only a little sleep, having woken at dawn to meditate and renew her spells, Ariarh grabs a quick breakfast (whatever is available, even an apple or some bread and water), taking some pieces of bacon for Dior, whom she left sleeping in her quarters in the compound. After depositing the bacon with her griffon and asking him to stay in her bed a while longer, Ry proceeds outside. She would need to check on all the wounded this morning, however an important town meeting had been called and she started making her way to the courtyard. So many undertakings, she felt pulled in each direction. This was the responsibility she signed onboard for. She breathed in deeply and expelled the breath and started her day officially.

While the blankets are being passed out Arasmes is wandering among the refugees, speaking kindly and soothingly to all he comes across. To each of them he gives a gold piece to help them get a fresh start. He knows it is not much but he also knows the hardships they have faced as he experienced them first hand.

Once he has finished passing out his gold, Arasmes finds a quiet place and attempts to collect himself. The sight of the women and especially the children in those deplorable conditions caused him great pain. He sits through the night, the occasional tear leaking from underneath his goggles and sparkling silver in the moonlight.

For the most part - the women and children seem to be so disconnected and disheartened that they barely acknowledge the kind words or thanks.

However, some of the younger children seem to be more accepting of your generosity, though. You suspect that they have probably not been as abused by their former masters, for whatever reason, but in either case, the majority of the younger folk seem to be much more thankful.

A few shy smiles and one little girl who says "Thank you, master," sticks especially in your head, even as you are forced to gently correct her of the term.

Even still - you can see your efforts have not gone unnoticed, especially by the younger children.

With only a little sleep, having woken at dawn to meditate and renew her spells, Ariarh grabs a quick breakfast (whatever is available, even an apple or some bread and water), taking some pieces of bacon for Dior, whom she left sleeping in her quarters in the compound. After depositing the bacon with her griffon and asking him to stay in her bed a while longer, Ry proceeds outside. She would need to check on all the wounded this morning, however an important town meeting had been called and she started making her way to the courtyard. So many undertakings, she felt pulled in each direction. This was the responsibility she signed onboard for. She breathed in deeply and expelled the breath and started her day officially.

You have been informed that the formal meeting is to begin at noon. This should give you a chance to converse with your fellow travelers and discuss options and formulate a plan.

While an equal division of the treasure, or something on that level - seems appropriate - you also wonder what will happen to the people that you have recently freed.

Shall they, too, take a cut of the money - is it even their's to claim - and if they gain no such portion - what shall happen to them next?

All of these questions on are your mind as you are now free to eat a bite of breakfast and round up your companions and discuss options.

Upon hearing that the meeting is postponed until midday, Ariarh goes in search of her companions so they may discuss the best way of dividing the recent loot. If only they had an independent individual to look after the distribution of wealth. Unfortunately their Council-appointed treasurer, Oleg Leveton, held a legitimate stake in the 6000gp and thus had an automatic bias.

"I believe that the freed slaves deserve a portion of the gold. We cannot in good conscience allow them to roam penniless and unable to buy passage back to their homeland or even purchase food to feed themselves and their children. We can give them an option of remaining in Oleg's province or even setting up home in Saravale. But if they choose to return to their homeland, we must respect that and give them means to do so. Perhaps, even provide them with the wagons we seized from the enemy. These women and children have lost so much already."

After some more thought, "This village lost people and property in this raid. I suppose Oleg will ask to be remunerated for his losses and I cannot say he is in the wrong for asking. But it must be a fair amount. He cannot expect the keep the entire value of gold for himself. That would be greed talking and not need."

"We must also note that we have two noble families involved: House Kaid and House Esserian. One we already have an alliance with and the other House is proposing a future alliance. We cannot be seen as taking one side over the other-- the nobles would view it as a notable slight. Politics can be tricky and so we must be cautious and clever in this situation."

"I must inform you that during discussions with Oleg last evening, Brett and I took possession of the ruling Council's share of taxes. The sum was a grand total of 20gp and it is not exactly a large revenue. We fought hard beside the men and women settled or stationed in this province and as such we deserve our portion of the coin. What share of the gold do you believe we should take possession of?"

"In regard to items retrieved that are not coin, we should divide the items equally across all claimant groups (Oleg's village, Council, Duke's men, Squire Kaid's men, Independents-Arasmes and Shaezon and the Slaves)."

(I will be gone for the day tomorrow and will not be able to post until late afternoon my time. I will catch up on postings then.)

Before the meeting-

With a heavy heart Shaezon walks among the freed slaves showing what kindnesses he can, such as handing out foodstuffs, etc.

He will prominently display his badge of office, a palm sized leather patch with the seal of Koyorin sewn into it, hoping that the sight will bolster the spirits of any who realize it's significance. It should let those taken from Kyorin know that their interests are being represented.

In elven he will ask, "Are you from Kyorin? If you are I would like to help you get home safely."

Per my trait i was hoping i knew a "shortcut" back to Kyorin using the Elfgate (portal) that I knonw of. It will still be a journey to get to the gate, which is presumably in one of the wilder places. However, the journey to the gate would be significantly shorter than traveling the long path.

Good stuff

Shaezon adds

"Regarding the polotical ties, you have to treat each with respect and equally. The reward needs to be fair and equitable. To do otherwise invites resentment from one party or another. Now that's not to say they should be given the lions share, but a token of the countries appreciation. The long term economic gain will far outweigh the spoils of this little venture. The houses are not here for the spoils of war. They are here to establish diplomatic relationships and for long term economic gain. Tokens of appreciation should be more than sufficient."

"Regarding the distribution of wealth to the former slaves, you've given them their freedom. There is no need to give them all a bag of gold as well. Gifts of gold will quickly fade and there is no way to be sure what originally belonged to whom. However, as their saviors you are morally obligated to be sure they are provided for in the short term and able to make a living for themselves and families in the long term. Just remember that they are frightened and scared. Gold alone will be of little use. Instead, you could offer them work for those who wish it. If you have need of more able bodies you can offer those who want to stay fair work for fair pay. You mentioned you are clearing land for farming, correct? You'll need labor for such a venture. "

"Of course many will wish to return from wence they came. This is a trading post, is is not? Are their caravans coming through on a regular basis? Would it not simply be wisest to arrange for transport on caravans traveling to the correct destinations? These caravans are ideally long term business partners. Instead of paying the caravans you could trade. I would recommend trading the wagons procured from the enemy for safe passage of refugees. I'm sure they will find such a trade fair and equitable. Also, it minimizes the cost for your burgenoning nation."

" For those wishing to return to Kyorin I know the way. I can help those who wish to return to the homeland. You might say I know a shortcut."

Before the meeting-

With a heavy heart Shaezon walks among the freed slaves showing what kindnesses he can, such as handing out foodstuffs, etc.

He will prominently display his badge of office, a palm sized leather patch with the seal of Koyorin sewn into it, hoping that the sight will bolster the spirits of any who realize it's significance. It should let those taken from Kyorin know that their interests are being represented.

In elven he will ask, "Are you from Kyorin? If you are I would like to help you get home safely."

Per my trait i was hoping i knew a "shortcut" back to Kyorin using the Elfgate (portal) that I knonw of. It will still be a journey to get to the gate, which is presumably in one of the wilder places. However, the journey to the gate would be significantly shorter than traveling the long path.

Regarding your conversation -

The majority of the folk are from west Brevoy - and those who are not hale from the lands of eastern Numeria. This seems consistent with the items you discovered in the gear in the wagons - the goblets, the religious icons - the armor and arms - all of it seems more consistent with that.

You also know that southern Brevoy is about ten days journey from here by wagon - west Brevoy could - perhaps - take about a month - and beyond to Numeria could take longer.

None of them, however, are from Kyonin, though.

GM Casts - Expeditious Posting

The conversation on what to do with the treasure is long debated. In the end, however; the following is decided upon.

The following is not FORMALLY decided upon - it is simply a quick resolution based on the ideas I've been given so far - if anyone has a different suggestion, I will naturally defer to it.

1 Cut = 1,200 Gold pieces

Cut 1 - Oleg's Village

Oleg is eager to get the treasure. His plan is to expand his village quickly with the treasure, and hopefully use that expansion to bring in taxes. He needs capital to make this happen. Further, he proposes that the roughly 100 people (though women and children) would find a place to live in his town for now - as there are suddenly many vacated places on his property due to the fact that many men were killed. He hopes to take the gold, if he can, and invest it wisely on his land.

Okay - here's Oleg's plan Out-of-Game. Each "Grid" on the map that you build equals 250 people - no matter how many of the "grids" are filled with houses, shops, etc. Currently Oleg has 1,750 people - this is because he has filled a total of 7 grid squares: 2 house grids, 1 shop, 1 shrine, 1 guard tower, 1 stables, 1 tavern.

Oleg currently has 800 GP in collected monthly "taxes" and 12,000 GP in BP - or rather - 3 Build Points - in raw resources. Oleg's Out-of-Game plan was to get 4,000 more gold, swap it up for a 4th Build Point - then have 4 Build Points and build a Cemetery - which is needed now for bonuses to the town and also Social RP. If he builds the Cemetery - and he takes the 100 people - by "Game Rules" at next month's tax time he'll be up to 2,000 citizens, can generate more taxes - and will be able to have a better village to help you. That he would choose a cemetery is purely due to Social RP - it costs 4 points, and it is after a major battle when a lot of people died. With the 800 he has, and the additional 1,200 this takes him to 2,000 GP - but he needs 200 GP to repair his shop - meaning he is still down by 2,200 GP. If he can get that gold, by the end of the month - he'll have a new grid, new bonuses to Economy and can produce more stability and taxes for you next month. Anyway - that's his plan - in "Out-of-Game" mechanics.

Let me know what you think of the idea, then. That's the only reason Oleg is looking for loot at this time, though.

2. Duke's men

Lord Esserian feels it is not his right to take any money - he believes slaying these villains was simply his job. He takes 200 GP's though, as a token payment, but chooses to reinvest it back into the town - specifically - at the shop - to "Buy Supplies" for his men - but the loot will actually go to pay for the damage to the shop.

This gives the Council and Oleg an additional 500 GP each, if they want.

3. Squire Kaid's men

Commander Tinker is becoming more honorable. Though still a gruff, curmudgeonly old Corporal at heart - he has now shifted alignment since being in your territory from True Neutral to Lawful Neutral. Therefore - as he is a "member of the Town's Elders" he proposes that 200 Gold Pieces be sent to Squire Kaid directly as tribute, and the other 1,000 Gold Pieces be allocated to the village proper - with the provision that the 100 women and children be given free room and board for a month - until they get "properly situated" and can start building there own homes and land.

Lady Turon and Elder Tyrell (Drake) agree with this plan, though Tyrell admits that the Council should theoretically share the treasure in some form - if not 50%, the Council of the Nation deserves at least a part of this.

That is up for consideration - but for now Commander Tinker's men have dispatched an envoy to Squire Kaid with the value of the 200 GP to be paid in the form of the collected pearls you found in the loot (4 pearls - 50 GP each).

Provided that Oleg's property is given the full 1,000 - he now possesses a total of 3,000 to 3,500 GP - depending on how the Nation's Council will take things.

The Council.

The Council is formally allocated 1,200 Gold Pieces - however, depending on how things are split - Esserain gives the council 500 and the Village 500 + 200 for the shop - giving the town Council 1,700 and Oleg 1,900 GP. Commander Tinker will also divide his money - though he prefers the majority of his share go to the village - as he lives in the village. He prefers to give Oleg 600 GP and the Council 400 at this time - though he is open to suggestion.

This would give Oleg's village 2,500 Minimum and it would give the National Council 2,100 GP.

Independents

This last part is the trickiest - as there are (theoretically) 100 people (including former slaves - as well as Shaezon and Arasmes - who should be worth much more then the NPC refuges) it would mean that each of them got 12 GP a piece. This is not much - and it places the freed slaves on par with the efforts and skills of Shaezon and Arasmes, which seems hardly fair.

Recommendation to the party -

Oleg needs a total of 4,000 GP for his last BP and 200 GP to fix his Shop.

Oleg has 200 from Esserian's men to fix his Shop.
Oleg has 800 in collected taxes for town repair for last months collections.

Oleg would need an additional 3,200 GP at this time which would give Oleg a total of 3,400 GP from the loot (not including his 800 in his Vault). This would allow them to buy the last needed BP point to purchase a "cemetery" which is useful for OOC purposes - as well as much needed Social RP purposes - as well the 200 GP needed to fix his shop. And it would leave you with a total of 2,600 GP to split among the other factions.

Of the remaining 2,600 GP pieces - 200 would go to Squire Kaid's people directly in South Brevoy - and the other 2,400 would go to the National Council.

The "Independents" in the form of the freed slaves would get no "formal" wealth - instead, because of the generous donation from the other parties they would be given a home - including free room and board for a month - tax free - until they could be properly situated in the village.

The other "Independents" could also be so installed - but, instead of in Oleg's village - they could be installed in the capital itself - in the hub of the growing Republic - but their rooms would be high quality and their food and supplies (non-magical supplies) would be provided free for a month as payment. This would cost the city nothing but foodstuffs - and free up the Independents the need for raw coin.

It would also provide the remaining Council 2,400 GP for their vaults in the treasury back home.

Oh - apologies - I should have said: 2,420 GP for their vaults in the treasury back home.

To all: This is a suggestion - not a mandate. If you prefer a straight split across the board as above - that is okay. However, Commander Tinker and Esserian shall still do what they intended above - and the Independents will have coin - but no homes - and the village in the north will not have any chance for expansion until at least the next tax time.

To sum up the above suggestion -

If you give Oleg 3,400 GP he can use that to fix his damaged shop and buy a 4th build point to make a cemetery next month - giving him an additional 250 people to tax and have revenue with.

Esserian's people would get only 200 GP - which they invested right back into Oleg's shop (meaning now Oleg would only need 3,200).

Kaid's people would get 200 GP - which they sent to Kaid directly - the rest back into Oleg's town.

The independents would get no actual "Wealth" - rather, they'd get free room and board in the village - while the more "powerful (re: PC's) independents would get free room and board in the Capital - both for a month, until they get things situated.

The National Council would be left with 2,400 GP to divide among themselves - or put back into the treasury at the Saravale.

Remeber: This is still a suggestion - it is not set in stone. If you prefer to do things otherwise, let me know. Based on what I read so far, and independent Skype Conversations - it seems like the most feasible plan at this time, however. And the most profitable - next month you can see a host of Elven folk in Oleg's village - as well as more taxes because the "Size" will have grown - thanks to the "Kingmaker Rules" page.

Okay - that's pretty much all for now! Let me know what you guys think...

Shaezon will indicate that he's not worried about a share this time around, but he will appreciate the room.

Ariarh listens intently as figures are suggested by the group. She is concerned about the fairness of the allocation of coin, especially in regard to Shaezon and Arasmes. But the wizard indicated he was not concerned with the actual coin at this time and happy with the free room and board for a month and so it relieved some of her anxiety over the allocation.

"Considering all the factors, I think the overall coin division is reasonable and I am happy with 2400gp going to the Council."

The following is fairly long – you don’t all need to read it – but it will give you insight on what Arasmes’s new Signature Item will be, if you are interested.

This event took place in the time when Arasmes fell during battle. When he was unconscious - near death - his Eidelion saved him... But at what cost? Read below to discover it...

Be warned - this is really long... and only matters to Arasmes, but should be a good read for all.

As Arasmes sleeps...

After you have made your final decision with what you will do with the money - you finish your afternoon meal and prepare to leave.

You know that if you leave now you should arrive back at Saravale in approximately 2 days - and you know that once there, it is roughly a 2 day journey to the old ruined Temple of Erastil. That means if you rode back the 2 days, then spent 1 day in the capital to deal with things and rode 2 days to the Temple you should arrive 1 day in advance in time for the event.

It occurs to you that if you would reach the Temple of Erestil on the night of Full Moon that you have 6 days from today. This would allow you the chance to return to your capital - confer with Lord Winter - drop off the Halflings at their family's house, deposit the taxes you've collected, introduce the Duke's men to the capital - and basically find out what has been going on while you've been away.

Your generosity with the village is well appreciated - you know when you return you will find it in a good condition and you are confident that your efforts were not wasted. With the wealth you've collected and invested there - as well as giving homes to the displaced refugees - you feel you've done a good work.

The people wave you off and are sorry to see you go - but happy to know they can count on you in the future.

Naturally you extend your offer for a free home and board for the lads that helped you so much during your fight against the enemies. You are also resolved to encourage Lord Winter to dispatch more men to Oleg's as a vanguard against such attack in the coming months, if you are able to afford it.

As you set off - you are are well fed, well provisioned and eager to get home.

Feel free to do any social RP on the road home... Once you get home we'll go over what you missed in your capital - then go from there soon!

With the remnants of last night's battle still filling her head and feeling more than a little stifled, Ariarh knees Tal into a quicker trot and nears Brett's pony, Stybba. "Brett, I need to feel the breeze against my face and the wind in my hair. I think I am going to give Tal free rein and ride up ahead a little. I will be mindful but I need to just ... ride and feel the simple pleasure of it." And with that, Ariarh gently kicks Tal's flanks, gives an oral command and gallops away, her griffon running after her, stretching his muscles after recovering from his ordeal in battle. Like old times, muses Dior, and with beak parted chases after his mistress and her stallion.

The companions can hear Ariarh's sweet laughter on the wind and her griffon's delighted scree.

Ariarh listens intently as figures are suggested by the group. She is concerned about the fairness of the allocation of coin, especially in regard to Shaezon and Arasmes. But the wizard indicated he was not concerned with the actual coin at this time and happy with the free room and board for a month and so it relieved some of her anxiety over the allocation.

"Considering all the factors, I think the overall coin division is reasonable and I am happy with 2400gp going to the Council."

"My hope is that I have shown some of the value I can be to your community. I also dare hope that I have earned some small amount of your trust and respect. Such things grow between long term allies and perhaps one day even friends."

With the remnants of last night's battle still filling her head and feeling more than a little stifled, Ariarh knees Tal into a quicker trot and nears Brett's pony, Stybba. "Brett, I need to feel the breeze against my face and the wind in my hair. I think I am going to give Tal free rein and ride up ahead a little. I will be mindful but I need to just ... ride and feel the simple pleasure of it." And with that, Ariarh gently kicks Tal's flanks, gives an oral command and gallops away, her griffon running after her, stretching his muscles after recovering from his ordeal in battle. Like old times, muses Dior, and with beak parted chases after his mistress and her stallion.

The companions can hear Ariarh's sweet laughter on the wind and her griffon's delighted scree.

From his usual position on Shaezon's shoulder, Mister cranes his neck to look at his master. Somethign wordlessly passes between them then Shaezon chuckles and says to the little dragon, "I think it would be fine." WIth that Mister's eyes light up and he leaps off of Shaezon's chest causing Shae to have to brace a bit from the force of the dragon's hindquarters. Mister got a bit excited, but glances back to make sure his master is ok. As Shaezon settles back into his saddle Mister darts off toward the griffin.

Mister does his best to coax Dior into more flying games as earlier. The two creatures darting around in the sky as the troop travels to their next destination.

"My hope is that I have shown some of the value I can be to your community. I also dare hope that I have earned some small amount of your trust and respect. Such things grow between long term allies and perhaps one day even friends."

Retconned conversation prior to leaving Oleg's.

"Shaezon, we are most grateful for your assistance during last night's battle. And indeed we are on the way to forging stronger trust bonds. My hope is for a long term alliance and friendship." Ariarh nods her head to accentuate her meaning and bestows a friendly smile upon the elven wizard.

Shaezon Silverfall wrote:

"My hope is that I have shown some of the value I can be to your community. I also dare hope that I have earned some small amount of your trust and respect. Such things grow between long term allies and perhaps one day even friends."

Retconned conversation prior to leaving Oleg's.

"Shaezon, we are most grateful for your assistance during last night's battle. And indeed we are on the way to forging stronger trust bonds. My hope is for a long term alliance and friendship." Ariarh nods her head to accentuate her meaning and bestows a friendly smile upon the elven wizard.

Shaezon bows respectively.

Arasmes rides comfortably with the group, enjoying the simple pleasure of the ride. When Ariarh takes off and let's Tal run he grins and let's Thwayya loose as well, giving the animal free rein to run as he pleases. Once the run is finished and they return to the group Arasmes says Truly Tal is a magnificent horse Ariarh! I haven't had a ride that spirited in quite some time, not since I left Katapesh in point of fact and that was against one of An'Aldane Zulran's chargers! Arasmes smile disappears as he sees the look Brett is undoubtedly giving him.

With a sigh Arasmes falls back in line and continues on, letting Thwayya rest from the exertion of the run.

@Dream Sequence: Arasmes looks at the girl with a mixture of confusion and wonder. I must have lost more blood than I thought. Arasmes says absently. Qwykee you say your name is? If I am dreaming is this really happening? What do you mean you just wanted to say hi and introduce yourself? I hope you forgive my confusion but this is not a typical dream of mine. They are usually...less pleasant. He says that last with a grimace.

To Arasmes - the night before -

A vision passes in your mind, even as you respond...

Arasmes rides comfortably with the group, enjoying the simple pleasure of the ride. When Ariarh takes off and let's Tal run he grins and let's Thwayya loose as well, giving the animal free rein to run as he pleases. Once the run is finished and they return to the group Arasmes says Truly Tal is a magnificent horse Ariarh! I haven't had a ride that spirited in quite some time, not since I left Katapesh in point of fact and that was against one of An'Aldane Zulran's chargers! Arasmes smile disappears as he sees the look Brett is undoubtedly giving him.

With a sigh Arasmes falls back in line and continues on, letting Thwayya rest from the exertion of the run.

"It was good to ride for the sheer pleasure of it, Arasmes. I miss the freedom to just be and meld with the folds of the world around me, becoming part of the elements without man-made distraction and destruction."

Looking at Arasmes's magnificent steed, "Thwayya did a splendid job keeping up with Tal. Back in my homeland I would have given my stallion absolute rein and not worry over the consequences. Here, there is always something waiting to happen and one needs to be judicious, even though at this time I threw caution to the wind. I advised Brett of my plans so I wasn't being entirely reckless."

Ariarh falls in line with the companions, maneuvering herself and her horse closer to Delain Esserian and Brett. She turns her face and smiles at the nobleman.

Your journey to Saravale was brief. In addition to the council members who have rode south you have brought back with you the two younger Halfling children, and with you also the two visitors who have decided to travel to the capital of your nation, as well as the Duke’s men and his outriders.

Throughout the ride there have been some growing misgivings about how your capital city has been progressing. Though you have felt very good about your victory at your village to the north – you are also feeling the growing sense of unease about the capital.

Firstly is the concern that there is a great amount of magical gear stored in your treasury – and, from what you’ve heard – it is not wholly safe or wholesome.

You also know that the town is sub-divided into various growing factions, each determined how to guide the direction of the growing moral climate – and the council itself is not sure what side they want to succeed, assuming they agree with any side.

There is a whole range of other minor questions, as well – the troubles in the misty valley; the mysterious forces of the evil Djinn; the magical fruit which was linked to some heroic legend connected to the gods and is now somehow in your possession; the nature of magical artifacts that you possess and are trying to better understand; and, most importantly – the need to discover and go over the entire issues of the town.

After a long camp and a quick and early breakfast you push forward and ride to the crest that overlooks the town. As your horses and ponies trot up the hill – the wide river that acts as a guide to your town is rushing deep and quickly – its sound musical and rich as you push forward.

As you come over the hill you are now free to look down into the town that is your capital.

What you see makes you each gaps in shock!

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Arasmes ibn'Fayad wrote:

Arasmes rides comfortably with the group, enjoying the simple pleasure of the ride. When Ariarh takes off and let's Tal run he grins and let's Thwayya loose as well, giving the animal free rein to run as he pleases. Once the run is finished and they return to the group Arasmes says Truly Tal is a magnificent horse Ariarh! I haven't had a ride that spirited in quite some time, not since I left Katapesh in point of fact and that was against one of An'Aldane Zulran's chargers! Arasmes smile disappears as he sees the look Brett is undoubtedly giving him.

With a sigh Arasmes falls back in line and continues on, letting Thwayya rest from the exertion of the run.

"It was good to ride for the sheer pleasure of it, Arasmes. I miss the freedom to just be and meld with the folds of the world around me, becoming part of the elements without man-made distraction and destruction."

Looking at Arasmes's magnificent steed, "Thwayya did a splendid job keeping up with Tal. Back in my homeland I would have given my stallion absolute rein and not worry over the consequences. Here, there is always something waiting to happen and one needs to be judicious, even though at this time I threw caution to the wind. I advised Brett of my plans so I wasn't being entirely reckless."

Ariarh falls in line with the companions, maneuvering herself and her horse closer to Delain Esserian and Brett. She turns her face and smiles at the nobleman.

Lord Esserian sees your presence and smiles at you.

”I saw you riding ahead, lady – but I had no wish to disturb you. Sometimes it is a good thing to have privacy on the plains – letting yourself be free to be one with the gods and nature,” Delain says.

He glances to the sky above and sees Gwahir flying high above, smiling softly at the sight of the falcon.

”Sometimes I wish I could fly as well – even as Gwahir – the freedom of flight, and the chance to escape the worldly bonds and soar high and alone – I do envy him,” he adds softly, partly to Ariarh, and perhaps... partly to himself.

He then turns to you as you ride with him.

”I would enjoy speaking more with you – your company is indeed pleasant. I have watched you on this journey - you are an excellent rider, and I was well impressed by your courage with the enemy we faced, as well as your ability to wield a blade against them when they attacked the village. Such bold action is not often seen in many women.”

He pauses for a moment – as if considering something.

”There is a poetry in a proud and noble spirit – such a poetry often eclipses the mere beauty of the flesh – yet, it is truly a special thing to see that same poetry well-blended with the magnificence of natural beauty that comes from a lovely visage – even as you possess, if you’ll permit me to say so,” he adds with a shrug.

Saying nothing for a moment, you sense he is thinking something.

”I am not cultured overmuch with the delicacies of court – I prefer the open fields and direct action; man-to-man; steel-to-steel; blood-for-blood, as necessity demands. As such, I am oft times considered blunt and sometimes uncouth. Nevertheless – I tell you truly lady – your spirit moves me, and I am a happier man to have met you.”

He adds simply – with no touch of a smile or any form of irony or innuendo. Rather, he is speaking boldly and directly – there is no self-doubt – he talks like a man who is confident in his thoughts and forthright in his words and deeds.

Staring long into Ariarh’s eyes he then lets his eyes roam the skies above, watching the clouds move over the horizon and the flying figure of Gwahir continue to soar.

A tremendous amount of construction is going on in the town – so much that you can scarcely recognize it. It seems clear that while you are gone Lord Winter has not been idle. Even as you bring your mounts to a halt you are stunned to see there is quite a number of folk in the town – much more then you recall.

Wagons, carts, and what looks likes small caravans of folk are set up around the town borders to the eastern side – tents, shacks, shanties and so forth blossomed up on the grasses like mushrooms.

It has only been a week or so since you’ve left, but it seems like many folk have come to formally “get down to business” and start working on things properly.

You see a company of riders on horses that are moving about – they seem to be armed and armored in a mismatched fashion – but one thing is clear – they all wear a midnight blue tunic with the symbol in white – it looks like a white snowflake.

One of the riders has a long spear with a similar pattern on the banner – they are making his way toward you now. This is not surprising as you are in a rather large company of over twenty-five people – and the Duke’s men are also in regalia – with a standard bearer as well.

These riders move up fast and spread out quickly, but quickly recognize you, and you them.

The chief officer is one of the silver kobolds – Glaidus – and he salutes you proudly, and introduces you to his vanguard of men – at this time you see eight riders.

”Greetings all – lords and ladies,” he says, addressing you in a broad gesture.

”Welcome back to your city – we are well pleased to see you. For now, the Lord Winter has made it known that he would be well pleased to greet you in his audience chambers in the fortress above, at all haste,” he adds politely.

”Ahoy, mate,” Brett says with a wide grin.

”I reckon Alaric lad won’t mind overmuch if we drop off the young folk with their kin?” Brett asks.

”As you please, sir,” Glaidus says politely, with a grin of his own.

”And who’s riding with you? I don’t recognize the flags – but as they are your friends, I believe they’re trustworthy enough,” Glaidus says, looking to the Duke's men.

”Hell yeah,” Brett responds expansively ”these be my mates from old Brevoy – Duke’s son and twenty of his outriders. They be here to talk business with Alaric lad – and the council formal and make plans for a formal treaty. The others – the elf be named Shaezon – and the other lad be from the south… name o’ Arasmes,” Brett adds.

”Very good, sir,” Glaidus responds politely.

”I would enjoy speaking more with you – your company is indeed pleasant. I have watched you on this journey - you are an excellent rider, and I was well impressed by your courage with the enemy we faced, as well as your ability to wield a blade against them when they attacked the village. Such bold action is not often seen in many women.”

He pauses for a moment – as if considering something.

”There is a poetry in a proud and noble spirit – such a poetry often eclipses the mere beauty of the flesh – yet, it is truly a special thing to see that same poetry well-blended with the magnificence of natural beauty that comes from a lovely visage – even as you possess, if you’ll permit me to say so,” he adds with a shrug.

Saying nothing for a moment, you sense he is thinking something.

”I am not cultured overmuch with the delicacies of court – I prefer the open fields and direct action; man-to-man; steel-to-steel; blood-for-blood, as necessity demands. As such, I am oft times considered blunt and sometimes uncouth. Nevertheless – I tell you truly lady – your spirit moves me, and I am a happier man to have met you.”

He adds simply – with no touch of a smile or any form of irony or innuendo. Rather, he is speaking boldly and directly – there is no self-doubt – he talks like a man who is confident in his thoughts and forthright in his words and deeds.

Staring long into Ariarh’s eyes he then lets his eyes roam the skies above, watching the clouds move over the horizon and the flying figure of Gwahir continue to soar.

Ariarh enjoyed hearing Delain talk and he had a warm smile. She preferred hearing stories and alike with no embellishments or courtly posturing.

"I do enjoy riding on my own, with just my horse and griffon. Your decision to respect my run is certainly refreshing and unexpected. I seldom find time to undertake activities on my own these days. However, if you ever do wish to ride with me, then I grant you leave to join me. I would enjoy your company."

Looking overhead at Gwahir and his easy flight in the light blue sky. "Until recently I had no idea what it felt like, not truly anyway, to fly. During last eve's battle, it was the first time I undertook transformation into another form and I took on the eagle. Circumstances were not conducive to an enjoyable flight but it was flight all the same. The feeling is something so unique and thrilling. It makes me wish I had my own wings in my current form. I often lie back on the grass and watch as Dior circles the open sky. It's a hypnotic dance, indeed. Imagine the perspective."

Blushing slightly, Ariarh continues with speaking her thoughts to this man. "Thank you seems such a small acknowledgement to praise given in regard to courage. I am unsure of how courageous I was or generally am. I simply try and do my part and support my companions to the best of my ability. So, I humbly thank you, Sir. And, I do enjoy riding, having grown up on a horse ranch, I think it's bred into me." Ry lightly laughs at her comment, a little flustered by the noble lord's praise.

Tilting her head slightly to the side, she watches Delain intently, "Sir, I am a rancher's daughter, and a court's pomp and grandeur is as far removed from my world as possible. As yet, I have not grown accustomed to people bowing before me and treating me as distinguished. I would rather a person speak to me openly and simply then turn phrases with a bard's precision and artistry. I care about the genuineness of words and intentions. I am unsuited to empty flattery as it makes me uncomfortable and hesitant." Ariarh stops and looks into the grey-green eyes of Delain, now sparkling with the light of the sun.

"That you feel the way you do about my appearance and character is kind, generous and appealing. I want someone to appreciate who I am inside and not simply focus on my physical beauty. My mother speaks her mind with a forthright confidence that often makes strangers wince at its sharp point. It has never stopped me from loving her and appreciating that she does not waste time with prettied words. So, Lord Esserian speak to me in your own manner and I shall gladly listen."

Ariarh wishes to spend as much time as she is able with this man. He could teach her much and his character was certainly magnetic and comforting. The way he was looking at her made her shiver from heat and when he broke the long gaze to stare into the heavens, Ariarh let herself breathe. Oh my, she silently mused. This man is gently finding his way into my bruised heart.

Delain Esserian wrote:

”I would enjoy speaking more with you – your company is indeed pleasant. I have watched you on this journey - you are an excellent rider, and I was well impressed by your courage with the enemy we faced, as well as your ability to wield a blade against them when they attacked the village. Such bold action is not often seen in many women.”

He pauses for a moment – as if considering something.

”There is a poetry in a proud and noble spirit – such a poetry often eclipses the mere beauty of the flesh – yet, it is truly a special thing to see that same poetry well-blended with the magnificence of natural beauty that comes from a lovely visage – even as you possess, if you’ll permit me to say so,” he adds with a shrug.

Saying nothing for a moment, you sense he is thinking something.

”I am not cultured overmuch with the delicacies of court – I prefer the open fields and direct action; man-to-man; steel-to-steel; blood-for-blood, as necessity demands. As such, I am oft times considered blunt and sometimes uncouth. Nevertheless – I tell you truly lady – your spirit moves me, and I am a happier man to have met you.”

He adds simply – with no touch of a smile or any form of irony or innuendo. Rather, he is speaking boldly and directly – there is no self-doubt – he talks like a man who is confident in his thoughts and forthright in his words and deeds.

Staring long into Ariarh’s eyes he then lets his eyes roam the skies above, watching the clouds move over the horizon and the flying figure of Gwahir continue to soar.

Ariarh enjoyed hearing Delain talk and he had a warm smile. She preferred hearing stories and alike with no embellishments or courtly posturing.

"I do enjoy riding on my own, with just my horse and griffon. Your decision to respect my run is certainly refreshing and unexpected. I seldom find time to undertake activities on my own these days. However, if you ever do wish to ride with me, then I grant you leave to join me. I would enjoy your...

Ret-conned with Ariarh on the trail.

Delain continues to look at the sky above for a moment, before he phrases his answer.

"I, too - would enjoy the chance to fly. I think that, being the son of a noble, there is often certain circumstances which are thrust upon me that other men are not forced to deal with - the responsibility can often times feel somewhat overwhelming. To be free of that duty is appealing - but what manner of men, or women, would we be to turn our back on our duty? Even so - in my heart I still wish to fly, if for a moment..." he adds, looking up.

"As for you comments on your courage - and the best of your abilities?" he turns to look at her directly.

"Lady - in my life I have met many magi some good, and some evil - and I have known very few to eschew the power of their spells for the simple direct thrust into the vitals of enemy which a blade affords you. You could have easily retained a shape that would keep you high above the threat of danger - but I was told you rode in deeply and hard into the fray - so that you could save even an outrider who's name you knew not - though it may cost you your own life. Such a thing - to challenge an enemy so head on - this, lady - strikes me as admirable indeed."

He grins wryly.

"Further - it is my belief that no one of quality - be they man or woman - prefers empty flattery. As a squire my sword master once said to me - "Courteous words or else hard knocks are a true warrior's only language" - a statement I hold true even now. Flattery - empty praise - I share your disdain for it. In life a person should perform a task - his success or efforts alone are the reward - not praise from another. And with you I spoke no false praise - only my true feelings of your valor."

"For me to appreciate more about you then your courage in battle, honor with your companions, the poetry of your carriage, and the beauty of your features - all of which I have seen with my own eyes, yet no more - I would have to know you better. As yet, I have not had chance to do so. But, as we travel more - perhaps I shall indeed learn more, if you would permit me to know you better," he adds the last with bold grin.

New Chapter begins...

Date: Gozran the 6th – Moon is in Waxing Stage – Gozran the 10th – first day of New Moon

Oleg and Svetlana – who have also come on this mission; electing to leave Elder Tyrell to watch over the village north – are in complete awe of the industry and speed in which your town has grown and moved with. Both of them are currently wearing their finest clothes.

The Banks’ children are quickly dropped off at their family's home – but they are accompanied by Svetlana – who is eager to chat with the Banks family, the Ironhorse family, and the Grear family.

Lady Turon has had some difficulty with her travel – being that she is blind. Yet, when she comes into the town she moves with a grace and familiarity that belies this minor impediment. It is almost as if she can “see” all around her – with some sort of magical vision – even as she uses her walking stick to guide her feet. Even so – she still rides a horse, though she among you rides sidesaddle.

Lord Esserian orders his men to set up a bivouac camp on the eastern spur of the village – and orders his men to make plans to purchase fresh supplies and gear in town as needed even as he will ride on ahead to the fortress above.

As you journey through the village you see quite a number of new faces – but, perhaps the most disturbing – is a wide palisade fence dug up around the western spur of the town to flank the channel which the river runs and the steep cliffs that drop to the valley below.

The palisade is roughly five feet in height, and about three feet thick – slightly inside is a level walkway about two feet off the ground. You are stunned to see that it is manned with about four guards – two spear men and two bowmen. Slightly beyond the palisade you can see a wide smear of burnt grass – roughly twenty feet in width that stretches up from the depths of the valley below. The grass is bent down – it looks somewhat burned, but in other places it looks as if the grass is bent down by some sort of slick ooze or slime that has crystallized – it reminds you of some sort of trail from a giant slug – and it seems altogether unwholesome.

Tacking down the streets you see that the house belonging to Mister DeVille is packed with people, and a tremendous amount of noise is coming from inside – as if there is a large amount of entertainment within.

You see that, as you pass the washing district – that there is a cleaner look to the area – as if the usual riff-raff and hodge-podge of low-lying scum have been moved on.

You notice through the nooks in the streets that there are some new buildings which look like a combination of office on the first floor and personal dwelling on the second floor. Some of them are brand new homes – and they have some signs. You barely have time to stop and read any – but one of them catches your eye – it is a symbol of a set of scrolls and an ink pen.

You move past the more disreputable part of town and where Grishnak’s folk live seem like a massive charred ruin – as if there was a terrible fire. Nothing but burnt out shacks and hovels are seen at this point, and a few men holding spears and small shields – wearing the standard blue tunic with the white snowflake – almost as if they are guarding the area.

As you glance down one of the side streets you see a small area fenced off area for meat cutters – and believe you can spy the chop shop of the pig farmer – Mister Wu – yet even as you glance down the street you see a group of four humanoid people (you can’t make out their race from here) wearing long magenta robes with deep hoods over their faces entering the hovel that the pig farmer lives in.

Naturally – this is all quite mundane and clearly bears no investigation at this time – even though Brett seems a bit curious at what is going on.

However, you are moved on quickly – it has been made clear that Lord Winter expects you promptly – so you do not tarry. No doubt he’ll explain more when you arrive!

The ride across the plains is not long – perhaps twenty or thirty minutes at a brisk gallop – soon you reach the entrance to the long canyon that leads to the fortress.

Riding up the trail you eventually reach the summit of the fortress and are stunned to see a heraldic device on a banner hanging from one of the rooms in the stone chambers above. You instantly recognize it – it is Ustalavian – and belongs to an old friend – Sir Dashan – Holy Knight of Pharasma. You wonder at the presence of the flag – but are quickly directed upstairs.

As Ariarh, Ka’etil, Oleg and Brett make their way up to see Lord Winter – Lord Esserain is naturally invited up, as is the Lady Turon. Shaezon and Arasmes stand loitering in the entranceway for a moment, after the others have entered the room – but quickly a guard returns from inside, bows low before them, and then – they too – are invited inside to converse with Lord Alaric Winter.

Entering the room you see Lord Winter sitting behind a table which is littered with stacks of papers and parchment – pens, and inkpots – and behind him on a wall is a large map of your nation, as well as some new sketches on the wide expanse to the south.

Looking at Lord Winter you are somewhat surprised to see that he is dressed differently then you last recalled. Gone are the older clothes he has once worn – though always kept in excellent condition with his sorcery, they have been replaced with something more stylish. Now he is garbed in long royal looking fabric – a lush midnight blue velvet tunic; belted at the waist with a silver linked belt. A snow-white silk doublet is under a silvery silk cloak – a silver broach in the shape of a wide snowflake holds it at the neck. A sudden gust of wind seems to ruffle his hair and slides his cloak back in a dramatic manner, and he nods at your presence and gestures expansively to high backed chairs that flank the council chamber with a charming smile.

You can see that in the room in a jet black tunic with silver fringe is the dark-eyed and noble looking Sir Dashan. To Lord Winter’s left, standing by him, looking somewhat bored – is a young girl – she has long silver hair with an almost metallic sheen and very fair features – she looks like a girl that is no older then five or six years in age – but as she glances up at you, you are shocked by her maturity.

You recognize her at once as Lord Alaric’s ward, the lady Anuk-su Seti – a silver dragon in human form who has long since been kept safe through magic, and recently released to walk the earth again, safe from what enemies may have beset her.

As the guard who has escorted you in bows his way out and you move to take your seats, you see in the dim shadows in the back of the room a pair of eyes gleaming at you from under a deep hood – the gleam is somewhat veiled by the presence of a plume of smoke – for the figure has a long stemmed pipe in his mouth, clutching the bowl with his hand. You almost missed this one, sitting on a chair which is back against the wall in the semi-darkness… but, after a quick look – you recognize him as Tyrene Aliento – a companion to Sir Dashan – a half-elf with magical powers and a study in ancient and dark lore – and skilled swordsman.

You can see that he offers you a flat expression as you each sit down.

As you get comfortable Lord Winter bows once to you all, smiling generously to you. He has a large flagon of wine on the table, and you see a bowl of fresh fruit, as well as some sliced breads. There are goblets for all here – and he begins to pour for any who would choose to drink.

”Greetings friends – and well met to you – newcomers to this land,” the Lord Winter says, bowing politely again to Lord Esserian, Oleg, the Lady Turon, Shaezon and Arasmes; his cloak billowing behind him.

”I am, as you no doubt guessed – the Lord Alaric Winter. I am well pleased to make your acquaintance,” he says, his eyes pausing once on the graceful form of Lady Turon, who smiles gently at his look – though you all know it is impossible for her to see.

”I know that you have, perhaps, wondered why I called you here so quickly, rather then tarry in the town below,” he adds, speaking somewhat directly to Arirah, Kae, Oleg and Brett, ”but I wanted to hurry you back as soon as my ward - Anuk-su - had alerted me of your presence. Sir Dashan and his companion have only recently returned from the southlands – and they have much to tell us. I informed them I believe it would be best for them to speak when we all have returned – and the council is all convened properly,” Lord Winter explains graciously.

”What? All convened?” Brett asks with a blunt tone.

”What about the others?” Brett persists.

Lord Winter looks somewhat sad at this point.

”As you may have not heard – Father Khrovin and Sir Winter – my adopted brother – have left on a matter of urgency. Due to the… difficult nature of the quest… they have asked to be vacated from the council – temporarily – until they return. Or, if they do not return… well; perhaps it would be best if we did not speak overmuch of this,” Lord Winter says, his eyes somewhat troubled then, pausing now in pouring.

”But – enough of this – for now I have much news to tell you – though no doubt you may have a few questions for me. As for matters regarding the council – perhaps it would be best to save council matters for after this discussion – such as what has gone on with the town below? For now, though – I must turn the meeting over to our friends from Ustalav – for they have much to tell us,” Lord Winter says expansively, gesturing to Sir Dashan, who nods graciously, stands, bows to you all, and begins his tale.

"For me to appreciate more about you then your courage in battle, honor with your companions, the poetry of your carriage, and the beauty of your features - all of which I have seen with my own eyes, yet no more - I would have to know you better. As yet, I have not had chance to do so. But, as we travel more - perhaps I shall indeed learn more, if you would permit me to know you better," he adds the last with bold grin.

Retcon with Delain on the ride to Saravale.

Sir Dashan nods at Lord Winter and begins his tale.

”I thank thee, Lord Winter for thy generous hospitality,” Sir Dashan says, even as Lord Winter gives him a pleasant smile.

”My friends – as thy may recall – I and my ally Magus Aliento were sent hither to this land by our own lord for the express purpose of ascertaining the reasons of the enemy of our lord – one Baron Vlad Romanov – and why he sought alliances with folk in thy own land,” Sir Dashan says.

”We believed that the mission to venture into thy land was one of small purpose – and, as such, constrained to a minor foray and a few connections with local bandit chiefs. Yet now we are not certain and believe there may be more difficult complications,” Sir Dashan continues.

”On our journeys we found much to indicate that this land is filled with much connection to a far more ancient civilization which we believe to have been long since destroyed. However – it is doubtful that in the elimination of the civilization that the land itself forgot wholly of those who once dwelt here,” Sir Dashan adds.

Turning, Sir Dashan gestures to Aliento, who stands from his space in the corner and moves over to the table, standing just outside of the light; his eyes still gleaming softly.

”Thank you, brother,” Aliento says softly to Sir Dashan, sliding the pipe from his lips, exhaling two streams of smoke from his nostrils.

”It is no secret to those who have studied ancient lore that there was once a powerful lord who allied himself to Tar-Baphon,” Aliento says, even as Sir Dashan looks perturbed by this name; as do others in the room.

Aliento sees their look and sighs impatiently.

”Bah! We all know the name – shall we cringe at it as children? No – fear of a name - in this there is no purpose. Moreover, facts require hard study – and study can often be painful – yet, so too can study bear fruit to the bold – and those who are willing to take great risks at need,” he adds darkly.

”Even so; the one who I mentioned is no longer a threat to us – but it should be added that he urged his minions to follow his plan – and so minor lords began to unite, once many years ago – and their connections led them to bond together a mighty host. Their lords wished to gain great powers – and asked their dark mistress – the goddess Urgathoa – to give to them the chance to serve in the afterlife as lords among the damned – even as demon lords,” Aliento adds.

His voice has fallen to a dark hush, and it seems as if the room has grown darker as he is speaking. You recall, vaguely, that there were rumors of his knowledge of dark and horrible histories – his study is deep and his mind subtle – and not all of your party wholly trust him. But he stands as brother with a paladin – surely he is not evil?

”This force once rallied and brought forth a mighty army to assault their neighbors – for the land that the uncouth name the River Kingdoms is far more ancient and possesses a more worthy name – though it is no doubt forgotten. Even so – men, elves and dragon-kind alike joined forces to stem the tide of the dark alliance from Ustalav – and the battle was harsh and many good things were destroyed… This is a point that is, no doubt, well known to all with a basic knowledge of history – or at least the inclination to interview this child here – for is she not a daughter of the ancient lands?” Aliento says, gesturing absently to Anuk-su, who looks at him with a cool expression from her violet eyes.

”Now it strikes us as no coincidence – your party has discovered the very chamber which held the last daughter of that ancient civilization in the very eve of a Baron’s foray into this land? And what have we learned of this same Baron Romanov? His folk are aligned to the very goddess Urgathoa – he is marshal of the order of the Scarlet Brotherhood – and his symbol is the Red Wyvern – too close a coincidence for my taste – for it hearkens back to ancient tales of darkness,” Aliento says, a pale sweat on his brow as Sir Dashan gives him a nervous look.

”I believe the baron has sent his men here of a purpose – to find relics still buried in this land – and to probe for weaknesses that he may exploit – and, if he is fortunate – to find the means to fulfill the purpose of a millennia old cult – one that is dedicated to Tar.. rather, "He who shall not be named"… I believe that this Baron Romanov seeks to find a method to bond to a demon lord – and through this bond allow himself the power to grow in full strength and become, as his own subjects may become – full lords of power in another Plane – minor Princes in the Principality of the Abyss,” Aliento says with a dark hiss.

The black robed Magus glances at Sir Dashan, who nods once at this assessment.

”Friends – thou hast done great works in this place – the erection of thy community progresses well. And it is on a fine site – this land is fruitful, and its new foundations are built on the deep roots of an ancient and noble people,” Sir Dashan says, even as Anuk-su straightens in her chair.

”But, I must add – in the southlands we have seen much more then the remains of this fortress. But what are we, if but two emissaries from our lord? And though I and my ally are indeed valiant – we cannot hope to contend with the manner of challenge that is to the south alone,” Sir Dashan continues.

”We have spoke to thy lord – and even so have discovered that Lord Winter is resolved on this manner in like mind. He has offered us succor here – but believes that it would be wise to expand into the south. Now he sees the wisdom of this venture for two reasons,” Sir Dashan adds.

”Firstly – there may be yet relics to the southlands of great value and use for thee to find – relics that could greatly assist thee in thy quest to make a more powerful nation and protect thyself. For if it is true that the Baron Romanov seeks these relics, it would seem wiser for thy own council in the strong depths of the own fortresses – so that their naked presence on the plains or in untended ruins would not exist unwatched, unguarded – yet safely held so that there lack should not trouble thy thoughts or policies.”

”Second – thy nation is young, and has much land – but is it not mostly wide grass with some minor forests? True – fine range for cattle and some cottages – but a wise lord of a great nation will, of a certainty, seek to expand his borders sooner – rather then allowing his enemy the chance to encroach upon those same borders,” Sir Dashan adds finally, with a polite bow.

”So ye be saying we should maybe think of expanding south-like?” Brett adds with a quirked eye, blowing a stream of smoke at Aliento, who frowns at him from the shadows.

”Indeed,” Lord Winter says magnanimously.

”Friends – it makes the best sense, as I see it,” Lord Winter continues. ”We’re a large land now – to be sure – but we are still under the mandate of the northern nation of Brevoy which gives us legal right to expand into the River Kingdom and claim it for our own. There are no stipulations to the extent of this advancement – and to the south of us is wild country with no law or master. Even now we may find enemies there who could come up on us unaware – tribes of foul beasts, or dark havens for evil creatures. If we moved south sooner – mapped the land, claimed it for our own – legally and rightfully – and began to build upon it – we could bring order and stability to a wild place and give security and prosperity to our own people.”

”Also,” Lord Winter continues with a small shrug ”If Sir Dashan and the good Magus Aliento are correct – then in the south there may be mighty relics of great power that we should find and bring back here, to the fortress – for safety. If it is true that this Baron Romanov still exists and would sully the lands by making such dark and foul pacts with demons… And other relics may exist in the south that could give him advantage… I should feel that we are morally obligated to at least discover these relics – ones that no doubt belong to Anuk-su’s people – and return them to her land – which is now our land, and so to safety.”

”We must have these relics protected – taken here, and kept in a secure place, under our own watch and supervision – it is the safest course,” Lord Winter adds sagely, and everyone seems to agree with this wise thought, even as you see Lord Winter suddenly stare at the ring on his finger, twisting it somewhat, his hand caressing the band a moment.

”Hmm… but the point be, as ye say… that we head south and explore the land and maybe expand the kingdom?” Brett asks.

”It is,” Lord Winter responds.

”Well – it be a legal thing ye say – it gives us more land – and lets us stomp out any crawling nasties that be roaming he southlands – and maybe lets us find some rare and wonderful loot to be useful out here. Hell Alaric lad – I’m for it completely,” Brett says with a grin.

Lord Winter smiles kindly, but holds up his hand.

”No doubt you are, my friend – but, perhaps we should discuss National Matters with only the council – but I wanted you all to hear of these issues quickly.”

Lord Winter looks to Sir Dashan and Aliento, nodding once.

The two rise, bow, and take their leave.

Lord Winter then shows a wide map that you had noticed before.

”My friends – forgive me for dismissing them – but I felt it be better if they took their ease first. Meanwhile – this is the ally you spoke of earlier, the emissary from your late master?” Lord Winter says, looking to Lord Esserian.

”It is. I am Delain – the son of Duke Esserian and the messenger sent to negotiate an alliance with your growing nation,” Lord Esserian says.

”Very good,” Lord Winter says with a pleasant smile.

”Oleg, my old friend, I haven’t forgotten you… but I am yet unfamiliar with your new friends,” the Lord Winter says politely, turning first to the Lady Turon.

The blind elven woman stands and bows gracefully before Lord Winter.

”I am Sylvianya Turon – of Kyonin – lately of the village to the north of your border. I am something of a diplomat and sent here to visit with our leaders,” says Lady Turon softly.

”Well met Lady Turon,” Lord Winter responds.

”This is my ward – Anuk-su Seti… she prefers to remain at my side,” he say, favoring Anuk-su with a fatherly smile ”so I must indulge her. But tell me – who are your other friends. I was informed of your names alone, and that you helped in the lands north – rather heroically – in a battle with barbarian raiders? I would know you both better,” Lord Winter says.

”Then – after we have been properly introduced, as I have been told you seek a home in our lands – I am eager for as much information as I can get. I was informed that you two wanderers came from the south? Very good – that may give us some clue as to what we shall be looking at next on the map – for I have many things I would show you – and I am eager to know your thoughts on them, too,” Lord Winter adds with a flourish.

But before he calls you all to the map and shows it to you – he waits happily to hear the introductions of the two southerners – eager to hear of their journey, their experience, and what clues they may have of the lands to the south.

You all can see why this gracious and humble man has been chosen to govern this council. His courtesy, friendliness and charm are extremely endearing, and you believe that he is a very pleasant person, even though he seems to have a few odd quirks.

Well, perhaps not many – though one does strike you as somewhat odd – for throughout all of his speech you notice that he keeps twisting the band of his ring over and around his finger…

Okay – lots of information and a chance to catch-up. This is the chance for the “New Guys” to introduce themselves to the party – mainly the Council. Also – Lord Winter is looking for information on the southlands and hoping to hear your opinions. After your introductions he plans on showing you all the map – bear in mind that Oleg, Lady Turon and the Lord Esserian are still in the room. Depending on how things go – Lord Winter may actually want you to stay to hear about the growth of his town – provided you can make a good case for yourself regarding your skills and why you should stick around. If not – there is a huge amount of stuff going on outside in the town – as you no doubt picked up on when you read the earlier posts. If you don’t get invited to stick around to talk about the town – that’s okay – there’ll be lots of time for you to explore Saravale – and lots of stuff to check out, too.

At some point in the conversation, Ariarh approaches Alaric and discreetly requests a moment of his time, alone.

When an appropriate moment to introduce himself arrives Shaezon steps forward, his clothes too are immaculate and mended as only a caster can do while traveling the road.

"I am Shaezon Silverfall emissary of Kyorin. This is my familiar, Mister." Indicating the now magenta and white pseudo dragon resting across his shoulders. Mister cranes his long neck to look at Lord Winter, tilts his head slightly, and bows it in a very reverent way. "I have been sent to act as a resource to you and your nation. I have knowledge of most subjects and am an arcanist with some skill at creating magical items. In time, when your nation is more capable of import and export I can be integral to establishing trade relationships."

"I am here to help with whatever you need. For example, as I understand it your land has wild fey areas and you wish to incorporate farms. I am here to share with you the elven farming techniques that will allow you to protect these wild lands and still grow more than enough foodstuffs than one would expect from the land."

"If this is amiable to you please consider me at your service."

Shaezon give a low courtly bow.

When Shaezon is completed, Arasmes will step forward and bow in the tradition of Katapesh, head low and hands on his knees, before rising and saying My name is Arasmes ibn'Fayad originally of Katapesh but recently come through Ustalav where I had been a guest of Professor Lorrimor. I do not have the honor of being an emissary or ambassador to a great nation. Just a man seeking a new home in a land unburdened by traditions of the past. A place where a man's worth is decided by his actions and not by whom...or what...his father was. Though I am newly come I possess talents such that you may find useful in your endeavors of starting this glorious experiment in new government and society. I am blessed with magical powers similar to those of a magi but I have also found I have a talent with words and diplomacy as well. I have also tapped into a relationship with an extra planar entity I call Caliphana whom I would love to introduce you to should you wish it and have the time to meet her. I think you would find it most intriguing, I know I did the first time we met. I have a question to ask of you though should you allow it.

Assuming he says yes, Arasmes continues and says It has been said that this is a land founded upon the merit of a man himself and not on the accidents of birth that are thrust upon us when we come into the world, yes? That being the case would you allow one such as myself to become a citizen of your country should I prove myself worthy of your trust...as any other would be treated and trusted?

With that Arasmes looks at Lord Winter and removes his goggles, showing the jet black of his eyes, no white to be seen just pools of blackness. In addition he rolls up his sleeves showing what look like tattoos of silver and black chains that adorn his forearms and go up his sleeves. As you look from Arasmes eyes to the chains you notice that the chains have moved positions when you weren't directly looking at them. He takes off his head wrap and you see for the first time that he has long jet black hair tied back in a tail that gatehrs at the nape of his neck. For the first time you get a true look at the man. Now that the goggles are off and you can see all of his features, you see an incredibly handsome man, the eyes and tattoos do not seem to detract from his appeal but almost enhance it, as if looking at him taps into the deepest urges of the body and seeks to unlock them. Pure magnetism rolls off of the...man? After a moment, Arasmes looks up with what can only be describes as pleading in those bottomless eyes before saying I am Arasmes ibn'Fayad, cursed with the blood of Kytons, those whom are more commonly referred to as chain devils. I understand if my lineage is too much for your fledgling nation to bear and will depart never to return should you wish it. I believe in what you are doing here and as such would not wish to jeopardize it with my presence if doing so would cause danger to you or your people.

With that Arasmes bows again and waits.