Ariarh turns her attention to David Grear.
"Master Grear, pray forgive my bluntness, but what is it that you do? I, and my friends, have heard a piece from Mistress Lily but now I am most curious about you and your family, if you would be kind enough to oblige me." Ariarh levels a smile upon the quiet, smoking man.
"Not much to tell... did a bit o' soldiering in my early years. Gave it up to take a lovely wife, and raise crops and a family. Handy enough with a blade, I suspect... though my wife; she knows her way around a potion or two... good at brewing and so forth. Handy at all sorts of things, she is,"he adds, giving her a somewhat bawdy wink.
When would you have concluded with your prayers and meditation, specifically? I am just trying to get a rough feel of what is going on... we're going doing a bit of ret-conning for Alaric's sake, as he had to sleep early last night. But I do remember your words with knight, and I am eager to see what happens next. I know you were interested in getting your prayers done, and have taken quiet time... when would you like to be done with that formally, so we can kind of bring everyone back together? Or would you like to continue your interview with the knight alone?
Sorry for the questions, just trying to sort things out... bit of ret-conning for Alaric's sake makes it a bit tricky.
Ariarh attention turns to Selendria, standing a little away from the fire.
"Mistress Selendria, you are a potion maker? Our nearest potion maker, by the name of Bokken, gods rest his soul, was recently killed by a truly evil creature. I do believe your skill will be most useful in these parts. Our own cleric, Hermia, is interested in concocting some potions. I wonder if you could be of use to each other ...? What other skills do you possess, if I might ask?" Ariarh is eager to hear from this woman.
That's cool... pick it up after Puck comes in, just adress the knight in question in game, and I will answer back to you.
Ariarh attention turns to Selendria, standing a little away from the fire.
"Mistress Selendria, you are a potion maker? Our nearest potion maker, by the name of Bokken, gods rest his soul, was recently killed by a truly evil creature. I do believe your skill will be most useful in these parts. Our own cleric, Hermia, is interested in concocting some potions. I wonder if you could be of use to each other ...? What other skills do you possess, if I might ask?" Ariarh is eager to hear from this woman.
Selendria smiles dumerly, and moves over to David, and rubs his shoulders, as he reaches his hand to stroke her fingers.
"I have many skills... making potions is one of them... Potions, elixers, tonics... I can produce many such things. But they are somewhat... difficult to produce... and can be expensive. Also, they can have a heavy toll on those who indulge in their powers overmuch... Why? What type of potion would you require? What would you ask me to craft? And where is this priestess you mention? To what god does she pray to? My good friend Patty... she is herself a minor priestess to the goddess Shelyn... she's sleeping in the other wagon, though,"she adds, reaching down to nip at the neck of man in front of her, who turns quickly and scratches her smooth cheeks with his stubbly chin, drawing a giggling squeal from her mouth.
Hermia's features tighten to see Puck so agitated. When she freed him to chase after the children, he had seemed so animated, something akin to his brighter, happier self.
"Beg pardon, Sir, this is my... companion, Puck Sparrow. He also has suffered grievously at the hands of the villain in black, by way of a book of evil sigils that consumed his mind," Hermia explains. "I gather this figure he speaks of is your companion. Might I be allowed to speak with him, and resolve this issue of mistaken intent?"
Ariarh is thoughtful over the public display of affection between Selendria and her husband, David. It was sweet and it also made her want to turn away to give their physical affection some privacy.
"Perhaps an introduction to our cleric is advisable in the near foreseeable future. I can answer some of your questions, but I would be more comfortable if Hermia could speak for herself. I mean no disrespect to you by saying this. I just cannot speak for another. I do believe the last time I saw Hermia she was within Master Oleg's walls. The potions our party has discussed, however, are of the healing kind. Our journeys and adventures often see us in more dangerous situations than not. So, it would be wise to have healing potions on the ready as a last recourse."
Thinking of the deity who Selendria referenced,
"Shelyn. I recollect hearing something about her once from my mother but presently my religious knowledge is limited. May you tell me more about her?"
Hermia's features tighten to see Puck so agitated. When she freed him to chase after the children, he had seemed so animated, something akin to his brighter, happier self.
"Beg pardon, Sir, this is my... companion, Puck Sparrow. He also has suffered grievously at the hands of the villain in black, by way of a book of evil sigils that consumed his mind," Hermia explains. "I gather this figure he speaks of is your companion. Might I be allowed to speak with him, and resolve this issue of mistaken intent?"
The knight sees Puck, and does not seem to be surprised at his presence, expect at the raising of his eyebrows. Instead, he seems to be taking pains to treat Puck with the same courtesy as anyone else.
"Lady, my companion is of pure heart, and goodly intentions. However, he has spent his life in study; researching tomes of lore, and ancient texts. As such, his courtly manner and disposition with large groups is often lax. Yet mark not his talent with words, if thou would... rather, seek to his heart, and his actions. And; do not judge his gear, for it is common in our land... rather, look to his deeds to see into his heart. For I tell thee; Tyrene Aliento is a goodly lad,"he adds with a bow.
You don't know much about this man, but you are clear of one thing from your studies; knights of any order are bound to speak the truth, or be silent. He is speaking the truth to you, or what he believes to be true.
Alaric listens to the various people share a bit about themselves, heartened by what he is hearing. These people are here for the same reasons as us, the hope for a brighter future for themselves and their families. An eclectic bunch to be sure, but they have a wonderful charm about them that is quite endearing and genuinely seem to care for one another. Alaric sighs happily at the little bit of normalcy that has descended upon this chaotic landscape. This is what we are fighting for! he says to himself.
Alaric smiles at David, Lily, and Selendria and says I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to meet people such as yourselves. We have been fighting to rid this land of the bandits and other scourges in order to carve out just such a place as you all are looking for. One of community and peace and the promise that a man, or woman's he gives a nod to Lily and Selendria, ...worth and position in society is based upon their actions and qualities as opposed to an accident of birth. That is why I came. A land of peace and prosperity where those that live in the city and those that live off the land work together instead of against one another. That is why wonderful people such as Ariarh are so important as they can be the check against mindless expansion that is the hallmark of most civilizations. We want to be a new and better kind of kingdom and society and I think the only way that is possible is to have good people in power who have a vested interest in people such as yourselves.
Ariarh is thoughtful over the public display of affection between Selendria and her husband, David. It was sweet and it also made her want to turn away to give their tender affection some privacy.
"Perhaps an introduction to our cleric is advisable in the near foreseeable future. I can answer some of your questions, but I would be more comfortable if Hermia can speak for herself. I mean no disrespect to you by saying this. I just cannot speak for another. I do believe the last time I saw Hermia she was within Master Oleg's walls. The potions our party has discussed, however, are of the healing kind. Our journeys and adventures often see us in more dangerous situations than not. So, it would be wise to have healing potions on the ready as a last recourse."
Thinking of the deity who Selendria referenced,
"Shelyn. I recollect hearing something about her once from my mother but presently my religious knowledge is limited. May you tell me more about her?"
"Well, now, that's a deep question, no mistake,"says Lily.
"Shelyn be the goddess of beauty, art, music, and all forms of love,"Lily says, glancing back to the wagons. "Now, that be a fine thing, fer Patty, she be one right interested in arts and such... mainly paintings, though I seen her do some fine bits of carving... she likes to make tiny things... tiny soldiers, dollhouses... has a way about her... though she is sweet as can be, but likely shy... she prefers to craft her things and sells them, when we travel. Makes fine music, too... but I suspect ye'll meet her on the morrow. She had a longish day, minding the youngin's and all... and what with the older lads and lasses being eager for action, me and Sel here had a bit of trouble with it all... Anyhow... back to yer question; Shelyn? Aye, she be a right good goddess, sweet and gentle... but ye'll get to know her more better, I should say... "Lily says looking about, then tossing a few more pieces of wood on the fire, causing it to pop and snap.
Hermia laughs, for the first time in a very long time, genuinely amused. "Oh dear, I must admit that I am quite familiar with high language being mistaken with no heed paid to one's heart," she informs the knight. She rises and offers him a bow. "As you have advised, so I shall be guided, Sir. Thank you for speaking to us. Enjoy the remainder of your night."
Sparing the good night a cordial smile, Hermia looks to Puck. "If you would join me, friend, I am sure that we can sort out this confusion. These men are goodly folk, and may lend us aide. Perhaps through this scholar we may find a way to break the code of that book at less risk to ourselves, hmm?"
Puck Sparrow looks up to his lady, skeptical, but eventually nods. He knows his lady's heart is large, and is enchanted by her natural smile. "Aye," he says simply, still cautious.
Alaric listens to the various people share a bit about themselves, heartened by what he is hearing. These people are here for the same reasons as us, the hope for a brighter future for themselves and their families. An eclectic bunch to be sure, but they have a wonderful charm about them that is quite endearing and genuinely seem to care for one another. Alaric sighs happily at the little bit of normalcy that has descended upon this chaotic landscape. This is what we are fighting for! he says to himself.
Alaric smiles at David, Lily, and Selendria and says I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to meet people such as yourselves. We have been fighting to rid this land of the bandits and other scourges in order to carve out just such a place as you all are looking for. One of community and peace and the promise that a man, or woman's he gives a nod to Lily and Selendria, ...worth and position in society is based upon their actions and qualities as opposed to an accident of birth. That is why I came. A land of peace and prosperity where those that live in the city and those that live off the land work together instead of against one another. That is why wonderful people such as Ariarh are so important as they can be the check against mindless expansion that is the hallmark of most civilizations. We want to be a new and better kind of kingdom and society and I think the only way that is possible is to have good people in power who have a vested interest in people such as yourselves.
David chuckles at this, while Selendria smiles a little, snuggling tighter to him. Lily watches you with a wry smile.
"Yer pardon there, master Alaric... what that ye be speakin' on a Kingdom? I thought ye were here to be getting bandits out o' here... least; that's what good master Oleg said earlier. Didn't say nothing on ye setting up a kingdom... sounds like a bit o' bounty work is all... How ye be setting up a kingdom or even stake out a bit of land? Tell me more about it,"she asks.
You sense she is somwhat serious, and somewhat joking. They are eager for your story; a man who would be king can be an interesting tale, no matter how serious the claim may be. So, they settle down and wait for a response, interested to see what you have to say.
"Patty's talent with carving reminds me of my father's. As a little girl I used to watch him whittle, admiring the rhythmic motion and the skill to create such beautiful things. I would certainly be excited to take a look at her wares, perhaps even buy something. I will come by tomorrow to meet with her. And, I will be mindful of her shy nature."
Ariarh then quietly reflects on the good things she has been told about the goddess Shelyn.
Alaric smiles back understanding the skepticism. After all it is a lofty goal, but Alaric has always thought, if you are going to dream, dream big! You have the right of it in getting rid of the bandits but that is just the first step. Once they are gone, and it will not be long for that I assure you, this land is free and as such can be the starting point of something wonderful. We have the chance to create something from the ground up. Instead of this just being another wild area with a few scattered villages and farms that will be ripe for the picking whenever Brevoy or a lord of the River Kingdoms decides they'd like this land for themselves. I don't want that to happen to any of the people that decide to come here. I want to give them a society that can protect them but that will also listen to them. Maybe it sounds like a naive dream but in my experience all great things started as such. Alaric smiles ready to hear the politely muffled laughs of those that think him a fool for dreaming such, but he is hoping to hear enthusiasm for the ideals.
Alaric smiles back understanding the skepticism. After all it is a lofty goal, but Alaric has always thought, if you are going to dream, dream big! You have the right of it in getting rid of the bandits but that is just the first step. Once they are gone, and it will not be long for that I assure you, this land is free and as such can be the starting point of something wonderful. We have the chance to create something from the ground up. Instead of this just being another wild area with a few scattered villages and farms that will be ripe for the picking whenever Brevoy or a lord of the River Kingdoms decides they'd like this land for themselves. I don't want that to happen to any of the people that decide to come here. I want to give them a society that can protect them but that will also listen to them. Maybe it sounds like a naive dream but in my experience all great things started as such. Alaric smiles ready to hear the politely muffled laughs of those that think him a fool for dreaming such, but he is hoping to hear enthusiasm for the ideals.
"Well, that's all well and good," says Lily briskly "but how ye going to be do it? Ye got no coin to found a place like that, and ye got no army to protect these folk. And ye realize that the Brevoy nobles ye be railing against... why... if ye be right not to trust them, then take it the next logical step, lad. What'd they offer ye to clean up the mess at their borders? A bit of coin and some recognition from their king and such? All ye have to do is wipe out all the threats that be crawling at their doorstep, and in their generosity they be giving ye... what? A pat on the back? If ye fail in yer quest it costs them nothing... if ye succeed in yer quest ye've wiped out the land of threats, why should they give a tinker's cuss on what ye be saying? Why they not just let ye build up some government... then if it get too profitable, take it over right and true? Things like that don't be making much sense..."she says with a shake of her head.
"You have courage, friend, and high ideals,"David says, sliding his wife into his lap.
"But the truth is... such a government stands in the way of the nature of man. Man is an animal - we fight and kill for it is our nature. Civilization, as we know it... this is an alien concept to our nature. That's why it don't come easy. Good men, with high values and noble ideals... they fashion such plans. And when they are set in motion they create great and mighty works... and perhaps these works shall persist... for a generation or two... then they shall fall into ruin and despair.... Even as it did in Galt. What makes you think you'll succeed when so many other have failed? Truly?"he asks, but with no hint of sarcasm, as if he is ready to listen.
"So late for politics... come to bed, love,"Selendria whispers, biting him on his neck again, making him pat her rump playfully.
"Soon, lass... but I'd be interested in hearing how this good man plans on keeping what he has fashioned alive. We've seen Galt; the streets running red with blood - like spilled wine in the cobblestones in the city after bloody revolutions... Why should so many people standing together united for a better cause fail, and this man succeed? I would hear his answer, then I'll deal with you soon enough,"he adds, shifting her easily yet comfortably in his arms, so she can snuggle her head against his broad chest.
Alaric nods at each point they say before responding. I did not come here for the nobles of Brevoy. If they benefit as a by product of what we do here then so much the better. They offered nothing to come here, other than that there was a need and potential for those of a mind to see some criminals terrorizing these lands come to justice. As far as if the government becomes to profitable to come take it over... Alaric smiles at this point, first the nobles up there have to agree to go to war. Not an easy task in a country as ripe with corruption and bureaucracy as Brevoy is. But your point on men being animals this is true. But I have seen animals exist with incredible harmony. I have seen birds that clean the skins of larger animals and the larger ones provide them with protection. I have seen insects that build veritable cities upwards of fifteen feet in height. Animals do some amazing things. I am not so naive to think that war will never come to our doorstep should such a kingdom come to be. What I am saying is that as long as there are good people to fight to keep it and protect it...well then that is something I am willing to fight for. If we go by that logic, then we shouldn't try to strive for better things. Just because it is difficult and I don't believe it easy, does not mean that what I have been speaking of is impossible. Alaric pauses for a moment and looks at the carriages where the sleeping children are lying and says, I want my children to grow up and be proud of where they live. I want them to say that their father did everything he could to make the world a better place before he was called to Pharasma to be judged. I want those children to be able to call a place home and not have to fear and move as you have had to. That is why I... Alaric stops for a moment, looking at Ariarh, ...we, are fighting.
Ariarh listened carefully to the ideas, ideals, questions and answers bandied by their group presently. Politics and the nature of opinion and conjecture could make her feel uncomfortable and lacking. But the easy style of discourse here was a nice change from arguments and disagreements.
The way in which Alaric spoke of his convictions, hopes, dreams and goals was indeed inspiring. Ariarh almost held her breath on one hand and silently cheered her companion's passion on the other.
Ariarh speaks so softly, almost as if she is unaware she is even doing so.
"Aye. Every child deserves a proper future. Fear and chaos feed off each other and grow and override every thing they come in contact with; and such a taint requires diligent and wise attention to eradicate it."
Alaric nods at each point they say before responding. I did not come here for the nobles of Brevoy. If they benefit as a by product of what we do here then so much the better. They offered nothing to come here, other than that there was a need and potential for those of a mind to see some criminals terrorizing these lands come to justice. As far as if the government becomes to profitable to come take it over... Alaric smiles at this point, first the nobles up there have to agree to go to war. Not an easy task in a country as ripe with corruption and bureaucracy as Brevoy is. But your point on men being animals this is true. But I have seen animals exist with incredible harmony. I have seen birds that clean the skins of larger animals and the larger ones provide them with protection. I have seen insects that build veritable cities upwards of fifteen feet in height. Animals do some amazing things. I am not so naive to think that war will never come to our doorstep should such a kingdom come to be. What I am saying is that as long as there are good people to fight to keep it and protect it...well then that is something I am willing to fight for. If we go by that logic, then we shouldn't try to strive for better things. Just because it is difficult and I don't believe it easy, does not mean that what I have been speaking of is impossible. Alaric pauses for a moment and looks at the carriages where the sleeping children are lying and says, I want my children to grow up and be proud of where they live. I want them to say that their father did everything he could to make the world a better place before he was called to Pharasma to be judged. I want those children to be able to call a place home and not have to fear and move as you have had to. That is why I... Alaric stops for a moment, looking at Ariarh, ...we, are fighting.
"Well and good, well and good... and I don't doubt your sincerity, not at all. I want the same for my girls, too. But ideals, no matter how lofty, are only worthwhile if you have something practical to back them up. I prefer a bit of cold steel, myself; and no doubt you prefer something more... refined? But in the end; what practical strategy do you have to make this happen? If you were to build a kingdom, what would you do to make it work? You'd need a whole set of things to get it going... Soldiers to protect your lands would need coin and food. And food and coin needs miners and farmers, and they all need people to fill those roles. What makes your plan to gather such folk together more likely then any who have tried it before you?"
"And don't mistake my words on civilizaiton. It's not our nature, but that doesn't mean we can't achieve it. But that kind of goal, like all goals of note, is one that requires hard work, discipline, and focus. If it was easy to achieve, it wouldn't be worth much. But how do you go about it? Let's say this,"he says gesturing to Oelg's "was your kingdom, eh? Where is the crops to feed your people, and the mines to pay your workers, and lumber to get your things going? And even if this was a veritable fortress surounded by these things... why, what then? Why shouldn't I ride in and take your fortress? If it is lovely, and surrounded by nice fields and all... and who will protect the fortress, and how will you pay them? And why should they listen to you as opposed to another?"
Selendria reaches out and pinches his lips closed with her finger tips and sighs.
He bats her hand away playfullys, and grins somewhat sheepishly.
"Your pardon for the long words; but I've seen this tried before, and lent a hand to help it succeed in the past. I have done what I could, and seen little fruit for all my labors, despite my efforts. I would know more, and try harder... but I am through with that. As my friend Henry is fond of saying: work smarter, not harder. You sound like you have similiar dreams as I do... I would see them succesful, but before you try and fail, I would see your path directed with some experience. You can't let ideals alone guide you, you need some practical direction, to make sure your steps don't falter,"he adds seriously, looking to see what Alaric's answer is now.
Hermia exits Oleg's with Puck in tow, and sees her companions gathered at the fire with the strangers. She recognizes that the children are gone, now, but, casting a quick glance at the rapidly darkening night sky, it is to be expected. She has never had a particular affinity for children, it is true, having not been raised among them, herself. The lords and ladies of the wood she once counted as closer in kin than her new companions, and perhaps therein lie the fault...
She remains in place a time, staring up at the night sky, perchance to see the appearance of the first star that was not their sun, nor a planet making its tour around it as Golarian did, then recognizes that she is stalling, picks up her booted feet and crosses the yard.
"Good evening, friends," she says, fixing a smile on her face. She finds her attention drawn to the happy couple and blushes. Must every pairing remind me that I am alone, tonight? she muses, then shakes her head. "Master, and Mistress. Pardon my interruption of your intimacy. Might you direct me to Tyrene Aliento, please? I would speak to him this evening, if he might have me."
The group startles at your presence, but they are not disturbed, just surprised, as they have not met you yet.
"And begging yer pardon, miss, but who may ye be? I be Lily Banks, and this here be David and Selendria Grear... as fer that old bugger Tyrene? He be in the tent yonder, with the flags on it,"she offers with a gesture of her hand.
"Ye hungry, cold? Care fer a drink or so? If so, join the fire and company, and if ye'll speak to Tyrene, he be happy have ye, no doubt...If he can swap a good book fer the company of a lady,"she adds and the others laugh at some private joke, though you aren't sure what it is, and suspect it has something to do with this Tyrene fellow.
His tent is large and black, with Ustalavian heraldry on the flags in front, and there is a bright light inside the tent and the smell of incense from the tent... it smells vaguely of myrrh, if your character recognizes it, if not, it just smells vaguely of a strong heady perfume.
Why did you delete your post?
"I am called Hermia. And the company of one who prefers books may be of some comfort to me at the moment," Hermia says pointedly to her companions. "I met his within, Sir Darshan, and it seems we share a bit of business that I would see concluded before I go to rest. If it please you. But, thank you kindly for your generous offer."
Hermia looks to Puck and allows him to make up his mind whether he will share the fire and merriment, or find some peace. After a moment, the Brownie shrugs, and resumes his place beside Alaric.
Alaric smiles again and says and that is exactly why we need men such as yourself that know things like these. I will be the first to admit that I do not know everything that is required to build a kingdom. Now, what I do know is people. I know how to bring them together to get the best and the brightest of those people in their particular areas together to work towards a common goal. I have very little knowledge on the practices of farming or mining. But I don't need to be an expert if we have an expert on such things working with us. That I think is the major problem with a lot of these ventures as they get underway. Usually it is attempted by some powerful noble with good intentions but thinks he knows everything. That is not something I wish to see happen here. In my experience societies like the one that we are attempting to build are not created from the top down. They are created from the bottom up. From every man and woman having a common goal in a better future for themselves and their families. As far as protection and practical aspects go...you are right but we are not at that point yet. Right now all I have is a dream and I need good people with me in order to help realize that dream. Alaric looks at the man and says Thank you by the way for being so open and honest with me. It is refreshing to hear someone speak plainly and from the heart as to what they think and feel. I know you are skeptical now but we could use men like you if this dream is ever to become a reality.
Hermia makes sure to stomp a bit as she approaches the tent, to announce her arrival before her speech. "Tyrene Alieto?" she calls into the tent. "I am called Hermia. An interview with your brother, Sir Darshan led me to believe that you and I are of like interests, and purpose. May I speak with you, please?"
Ariarh listened carefully to the ideas, ideals, questions and answers bandied by their group presently. Politics and the nature of opinion and conjecture could make her feel uncomfortable and lacking. But the easy style of discourse here was a nice change from arguments and disagreements.
The way in which Alaric spoke of his convictions, hopes, dreams and goals was indeed inspiring. Ariarh almost held her breath on one hand and silently cheered her companion's passion on the other.
Ariarh speaks so softly, almost as if she is unaware she is even doing so.
"Aye. Every child deserves a proper future. Fear and chaos feed off each other and grow and override every thing they come in contact with; and such a taint requires diligent and wise attention to eradicate it."
Lily comes over and pats your knee gently.
"There, there, lass... ye talk as one who has a raw wound. Have a drink, cheer up, and be merry... I'll fry up some snacks fer yer little beastie, if ye like, and cut ye some pie as well, if ye prefer,"she says, with her same bustling friendliness.
"I am called Hermia. And the company of one who prefers books may be of some comfort to me at the moment," Hermia says pointedly to her companions. "I met his within, Sir Darshan, and it seems we share a bit of business that I would see concluded before I go to rest. If it please you. But, thank you kindly for your generous offer."
Hermia looks to Puck and allows him to make up his mind whether he will share the fire and merriment, or find some peace. After a moment, the Brownie shrugs, and resumes his place beside Alaric.
Hermia makes sure to stomp a bit as she approaches the tent, to announce her arrival before her speech. "Tyrene Alieto?" she calls into the tent. "I am called Hermia. An interview with your brother, Sir Darshan led me to believe that you and I are of like interests, and purpose. May I speak with you, please?"
After a moment you hear from inside the tent...
"You may enter...
Ducking your head under the flap you see a series of heavy blankets and bedrolls slung to the side. It is very warm, and from the crossbeams that make up the tents supports you see two lantenrs dangling. Both of them are silver, with various colors of stained glass in their tiny frames. It is startingly beautiful.
There, kneeling behind a low table is lean half-elf with high cheeks and long dark hair. He is reading some text, his eyes moving over it quickly, scanning it and occiasionally making notations on another paper. There is a chest in the corner, and another low table with a bowl of fruit on it, and a flagon and two goblets. You can see a frame erected and a tall suit of black armor is arrayed on it, and curved sword rests near the half-elf.
He has not lifted his head at your presence, seeming more interested in finishing his page of reading. If you say nothing, he will continue to read until the end of the page, let out a sigh, then lean back and regard you.
"How can I help thee, m'lady,"he asks softly, his voice a smooth whisper as he looks deep into your eyes.
Lily comes over and pats your knee gently.
"There, there, lass... ye talk as one who has a raw wound. Have a drink, cheer up, and be merry... I'll fry up some snacks fer yer little beastie, if ye like, and cut ye some pie as well, if ye prefer,"she says, with her same bustling friendliness.
Ariarh notices Lily's care and attention and it dawns on her she must have said the last words out aloud and blushes.
"Mistress Lily, I am appreciative of all your kindness this evening. I am sorry if I said something out of turn or ... Ry's voice filters off ...I do not want to put you out by having you prepare more food for me or my little griffon." Ariarh looks down where Dior is settled comfortably on the ground beside her seat. Dior looks up at her, on cue, as if to say with his eloquent eyes, aye, I would love some more bacon. She softly chuckles and looks back at Lily. "Perhaps, if it isn't too much trouble, some food would be gratefully accepted. I am getting a certain look from Dior down there and I do not want him mad with me." Ariarh jokingly winks at Lily.
"I can give you a hand with the food, if that is pleasing to you?"
A treasure, likely, Hermia muses, and waits patiently for her host to finish his reading before speaking.
"Pray, pardon for being forward, but I presume that is not the type of reading that one does for pleasure," she begins. "I...I have not seen a book I have had any desire to read in quite some time, now."
Hermia inhales and centers herself. "As I said, I have spoken to Sir Darshan, and he and my observations of you just now have lead me to believe that you've information on our common enemy that I cannot help but hope that you may impart to me, so that I and mine may be aligned to your cause.
"You see, my companions and I stand... opposed to the evil that those members of the church of Urgathoa are spreading here. I myself fell victim to one of its members, and was resurrected, I believe, with the intent to purge their presence and their taint from this land. But to do so, I need information about our enemies, and how to combat them. Will you educate me, sir?"
Lily comes over and pats your knee gently.
"There, there, lass... ye talk as one who has a raw wound. Have a drink, cheer up, and be merry... I'll fry up some snacks fer yer little beastie, if ye like, and cut ye some pie as well, if ye prefer,"she says, with her same bustling friendliness.
Ariarh notices Lily's care and attention and it dawns on her she must have said the last words out aloud and blushes.
"Mistress Lily, I am appreciative of all your kindness this evening. I am sorry if I said something out of turn or ... Ry's voice filters off ...I do not want to put you out by having you prepare more food for me or my little griffon." Ariarh looks down where Dior is settled comfortably on the ground beside her seat. Dior looks up at her, on cue, as if to say with his eloquent eyes, aye, I would love some more bacon. She softly chuckles and looks back at Lily. "Perhaps, if it isn't too much trouble, some food would be gratefully accepted. I am getting a certain look from Dior down there and I do not want him mad with me." Ariarh jokingly winks at Lily.
"I can give you a hand with the food, if that is pleasing to you?"
"Hard work and a willing hand's always to be appreciated,"she said with a quick nod.
She leads you up into the confines of one of the wagons, and you enter through the small door in the back. You can see that there are various cubboards, shelves, and stacked tables and crates. As you look up, you see nestled above your head tha the top of the cubboard is actually the frame for a bunk of a bed. On the far side of the little area is a small iron stove, with a pipe leading to the "roof" of the wagon. There are bright coals inside, and a pan on the stove.
Looking around you can see that there are "shelves' built onto the side of the walls that are easily lowered or raised. She lowers on, and it rests on hinges and light chains, holding it in place. The clever mechanism allows her to use the cramped quarters like a narrow kitchen, and she begins to cut a few shanks of pork, and with a helping of lard that she places in the pan, begins to fry the bacon. Soon the pork is sizling, and she hands you a stout bucket with soapy water, and some dishes and a stiff bristled scrub brush and you begin to clean the dishes as she cooks the meat.
"This area be mostly the kitchen, as is... bunks be up above, be made fer two folk, and the shelves can be bunks too... in a pinch... but we also keep more sleeping in the other wagons. This one be the place were we do the cooking and washing and prepping the food and other things... like potions and herbs and salves and such... sort of our workshop, ye may say... Anyhow... give a hand with the other stuff there, and we can give it all a go propper-like if you would. The fire is warm enough in here, hey? And after we get the mess cleaned up, we'll be all the freer to do other things more comfortable..."she adds as Dior watches the proceedings with an eager look.
A treasure, likely, Hermia muses, and waits patiently for her host to finish his reading before speaking.
"Pray, pardon for being forward, but I presume that is not the type of reading that one does for pleasure," she begins. "I...I have not seen a book I have had any desire to read in quite some time, now."
Hermia inhales and centers herself. "As I said, I have spoken to Sir Darshan, and he and my observations of you just now have lead me to believe that you've information on our common enemy that I cannot help but hope that you may impart to me, so that I and mine may be aligned to your cause.
"You see, my companions and I stand... opposed to the evil that those members of the church of Urgathoa are spreading here. I myself fell victim to one of its members, and was resurrected, I believe, with the intent to purge their presence and their taint from this land. But to do so, I need information about our enemies, and how to combat them. Will you educate me, sir?"
The half-elf gestures broadly with his slim white hand at a place on the ground to sit or kneel, at your pleasure.
"I am a friend to all who are enemies of the one Enemey,"he says with a lean smile.
"I have studdied long, though, on many matters. Thy would speak of contesting the Dark One? Yet you have already done so... master Oleg is free in his information, as were the good soldiers at yon garrison... I have already aquainted myself well in thy purposes, and in thy desires... Yet thou has said thy would have education in what lore I possess? Very well... I shall impart to thee what I may, yet I do not know what to speak on, for I do not know what thy would have of me. Thou hast seen her undead minions, and brought the final end to them? It is good, then... thou art a priestess, of Erestil is is said? Then thy know that his presence is strong in this wilderness, and his arm is long here. If thy stand in his blessing, then thy shall do well against the servents of the Enemy,"he concludes. His voice is uncanny, and very soft, and as he speaks, you are aware of the rise of smoke from the insense, and the pugent, yet pleasing, smell in the room.
"Sir Dashan is here of a matter of errentry, though. Our lord has sent us to this land to espy the forces of an enemy - a rival lord who seeks to enlarge his forces and may yet have dark designs on these lands, so undefended and easily controlled. If this rival is succesful in his purposes, then he would have a new land to dominate and slaves to create for his dark Lady. Our lord would not have it so; so we are required to move against it, and so we shall,"he adds, a sardonic smile at his lips for some reason.
"But those details are not really what draws thee here? Thou would know more of my thoughts then thy have let on? Speak plainer, and I can answer thee better... "he asks, clearly waiting for a more specific question.
Ariarh, having rolled her sleeves, begins undertaking the washing in an earnest fashion. It was only fair that she should help out, she and some of her companions certainly did partake in the good food and drink. It was not fair that this kind lady be expected to work for them on top of her other duties.
Looking up from the soapy water,
"Aye, the fire is indeed warm enough. It is so fine that I believe that if you were not frying up some of that delicious pork right now, that Dior would nestle down 'neath his wing and promptly fall asleep."
Ariarh then continues on a more serious note.
"Mistress Lily, I believe that you are all very brave. Uprooting yourselves and your families and undertaking this long trip to find and start a better life. It cannot be easy, especially when a season turns and the cold creeps in."
Then a scattered thought enters Ariarh's head and she speaks again,
"Do you cook for everyone in your travelling party?" Ariarh holds firmly to the dishes and utensils lest she drop them with soapy, clumsy hands.
"That is the issue exact. I wish to know more of this Lord Baron Rommanov, high priest, it is said, of Urgathoa, and High Marshal of the Order of the Scarlet Wyvern." Hermia answers. "My companions, when first we met, we each of us learned of his existence, and his dealings with the bandits here through missives written in his own hand. I begged them to stay and learn more of it, but they were of the mind that exploration was... more pertinent. Her dark influence here has plagued me greatly since, and though I spoke reason to them several times, it seemed as though my words fell upon deaf ears."
Hermia frowns, and takes up a kneeling position beside the Alieto. "My companions, they have high ideals and dreams, but it appears to me at times that they take no heed of the reality of our nightmares. I have oft thought of this Baron's particular interest in this region, and his practice of taking slaves - know you that this is a practice we each of us abhor at the core of our very being, and is among one of our six universal laws? Pray, friend, so it appears to me as though we share a particular state of mind, or at least an interest in education and protecting them who serve us from their own folly; lend me your knowledge of the man, so that we can be aligned in our disgust and perhaps our goals to nulify his and his lady's influence in these lands."
Ariarh, having rolled her sleeves, begins undertaking the washing in an earnest fashion. It was only fair that she should help out, she and some of her companions certainly did partake in the good food and drink. It was not fair that this kind lady be expected to work for them on top of her other duties.
Looking up from the soapy water,
"Aye, the fire is indeed warm enough. It is so fine that I believe that if you were not frying up some of that delicious pork right now, that Dior would nestle down 'neath his wing and promptly fall asleep."
Ariarh then continues on a more serious note.
"Mistress Lily, I believe that you are all very brave. Uprooting yourselves and your families and undertaking this long trip to find and start a better life. It cannot be easy, especially when a season turns and the cold creeps in."
Then a scattered thought enters Ariarh's head and she speaks again,
"Do you cook for everyone in your travelling party?" Ariarh holds firmly to the dishes and utensils lest she drop them with soapy, clumsy hands.
"Mostly... of course Patty helps too, Selendria working more with the children... Sarah does some as well as Ivy and Will, but they're out and about, over at Oleg's probably chatting it up looking fer some free space and time... gods love 'em... oh to be young,"she says sighing.
"But they all work hard enough... Me man Tucker, William, and Chris... they go hunting from time to time... and that's what keeps us in deer meat... sometimes more... we did some trading south in Ustlalav before comming here... they be a right queer bunch, them folk, but that's why we ain't there. See, we be small folk, halfling ye call us... and we get tired o' getting stepped on. Some of us'n fight, but most learn it be better to just move out o' the way... so we do... and we keep moving and moving that we don't ever get wiped out... just find a nice group of ye big folk who ain't too particular, and try to settle down and have some good roots that grow deep... but nay, that ain't too particular... just do what we can to survive,"she says with a little yawn.
"That is the issue exact. I wish to know more of this Lord Baron Rommanov, high priest, it is said, of Urgathoa, and High Marshal of the Order of the Scarlet Wyvern." Hermia answers. "My companions, when first we met, we each of us learned of his existence, and his dealings with the bandits here through missives written in his own hand. I begged them to stay and learn more of it, but they were of the mind that exploration was... more pertinent. Her dark influence here has plagued me greatly since, and though I spoke reason to them several times, it seemed as though my words fell upon deaf ears."
Hermia frowns, and takes up a kneeling position beside the Alieto. "My companions, they have high ideals and dreams, but it appears to me at times that they take no heed of the reality of our nightmares. I have oft thought of this Baron's particular interest in this region, and his practice of taking slaves - know you that this is a practice we each of us abhor at the core of our very being, and is among one of our six universal laws? Pray, friend, so it appears to me as though we share a particular state of mind, or at least an interest in education and protecting them who serve us from their own folly; lend me your knowledge of the man, so that we can be aligned in our disgust and perhaps our goals to nulify his and his lady's influence in these lands."
The half-elf's eyebrows raise somewhat as he regards you.
"You are more versed in these facts then I presumed... Very well... The Baron Romanov is a man of dangerous aspect, for he is not of the chaotic force that so plagues many agents of darkness. He adheres to simliar ideals that are kin to our own..."the kneeling half-elf holds up his hand to check a protest.
"Nay, it is so; when he gives his word, he keeps it, though he may twist the contract readily to his purpose, when the bargain is struck, he shall not dishonor it. He is loyal to his cause, and to his men... he is stern, cold, and cruel, but he shall not break his word on any condition, or allow his minions to use deciet. This form of honor draws men with high principles to his dark cause, and they honor him all the more for his determination to adhere to a code beyond their lot. For we are both similiar to that ideal, even as they are. Indeed, yes; they, like us, are oathmakers; they speak and perform, or die in the attempt,"he says the last with a cold gleam in his eye.
"This makes them the more frigthening... for there is nothing more indomitable then a zealot who will sacrifice his life for his cause... Master Oleg has said that your allies have slain over a score of the Wyvern riders.... no mean feat for mere explorers... but he has also suggested that these same riders could have saved themselves with some ease if they had retreated, regrouped, and reformed and come back with other tactics at another day. Yet when their dark master... a priest of the Enemey, was flung down... they moved to the last man to slaughter all in the compound, heedless at the loss of their own lives... In truth, they perished for their zealotry; alinged to the cause of obeying their dark Lord's orders..."
He pours from the flagon a draught of blood red wine, then drinks sparily, continuing to speak in his thin whisper.
"The Baron is powerful in his homeland... for some reason he wishes to achieve a thing on this land... what it is... I cannot say, for I myself do not know. Yet his scouts have come here, and they sought a girl for sacrifice in some barbaric ritual. The girl was an orphan that came of no family... yet she was found in a small monastary to Pharasma and raised there by the clergy until the land was sacked and she was taken. Not as a mere slave or scullery maid... she was taken for a greater reason... we have reason to supsect that her blood is bound by something greater then is let on... If this is so, she may be used by the Baron for some dark ritual, for a full moon of Neth is comming, and will be counted as auspicious to such a profane sacrifice..."he adds, drinking another sparing sip.
"I know of this girl, and the spirit attached to her. Her name is Dasha, the spirit identified herself as Ioana. Sir Dashan suggests that she may be the source for some dark tale in your lands, of a girl burnt by her own kin. I have had an audience with this spirit, and have learned that she disdains mothers, and female company. And so I have cautioned my companions to be considerate when they interview her host," Hermia bites her lip.
"Might you and yours be interested in joining Alaric and her man Drake in the interview, so as to spare my companion Ry from learning of the girl's madness, or, indeed, triggering it with her nature?" Hermia inquires.
"If these dark priests require her for some ritual, it is likely that they will return here for her, and put you, and all these people that you travel with, Oleg and his wife, the retainers and all the traders and trappers in danger. Please, lend us your strength, so that I might preserve my companions dreams."
Having assisted Lily with the washing up and Dior having happily consumed a goodly portion of the fried pork, Ariarh thanks the lovely Holbyt woman for her hospitality and conversation. I will return in the morning to visit these folk and their friend Patty. Lifting Dior to her shoulder, Ariarh moves out of the wagon and back to the fire where she had left Alaric talking with David Grear and his wife Selendria.
Ariarh walks toward Alaric and motions to gain his attention.
"Alaric, if you are willing, may we go into Oleg's and find Drake and Dasha? I have not seen the lass since our arrival and we should try to find her and gain some answers directly from her mouth. What say you?" Ariarh asks quietly. They had been a little waylaid from their initial plan of speaking with Dasha but they had gained some knowledge from these friendly newcomers which they could share with the rest of their party once they regrouped.
As Hermia waits on Aliento's answer, she seems to recall something of import, her features lightening with passion. "Oh! The book!" she says. "Pray, pardon my interruption," she begs. "Upon the person of the... creature recently slain, my companions discovered a book of ill portent. While not evil in of itself, its text had the effect of compelling one to discover its intent. My friend Puck Sparrow was affected by this compulsion," Hermia pauses, her voice becoming quiet, "and lost his way. It was his worry for us, I believe, that caused him to mistake you.
"But I digress, we buried this book upon hallowed ground, fearing that it might influence others here. I do suspect, however, that there might be information regarding the girl, Dasha within. And..." Hermia trails. "It may appear foolish, but the book's pull affected even me. I thought it a danger to us all."
As Hermia waits on Aliento's answer, she seems to recall something of import, her features lightening with passion. "Oh! The book!" she says. "Pray, pardon my interruption," she begs. "Upon the person of the... creature recently slain, my companions discovered a book of ill portent. While not evil in of itself, its text had the effect of compelling one to discover its intent. My friend Puck Sparrow was affected by this compulsion," Hermia pauses, her voice becoming quiet, "and lost his way. It was his worry for us, I believe, that caused him to mistake you.
"But I digress, we buried this book upon hallowed ground, fearing that it might influence others here. I do suspect, however, that there might be information regarding the girl, Dasha within. And..." Hermia trails. "It may appear foolish, but the book's pull affected even me. I thought it a danger to us all."
"You have read this mysterious book, eh? Very well... show me the letters... show me what you have seen,"he says sliding a slip of parchment across to her, and a thin ink quill and ink.
Hermia, thinking nothing of the instance of being alone in a tent with a strange man, slides slightly closer to him across the ground so that he might observe the signs from a more advantageous perspective. If there is evil inherent in the signs themselves, she muses, he must know it, and may be able to assist me should the darkness consume my mind.
She dips the quill in ink, and before setting it to the page, vocalizes her concerns, "Should these symbols be a compulsion in their own right, have you means of assisting me to withstand them?"
Hermia, thinking nothing of the instance of being alone in a tent with a strange man, slides slightly closer to him across the ground so that he might observe the signs from a more advantageous perspective. If there is evil inherent in the signs themselves, she muses, he must know it, and may be able to assist me should the darkness consume my mind.
She dips the quill in ink, and before setting it to the page, vocalizes her concerns, "Should these symbols be a compulsion in their own right, have you means of assisting me to withstand them?"
He shrugs neutrally.
"Who can say, until I have seen them? Yet I have my guesses... until I know more, though, they are, at best, guesses... Yet if they do not go astray, then I think I shall be able to assist thee... But only through the doing shall it be made more clear,"he adds, watching her through lidded eyes.
Two scouts, wearing long shirts of scale mail that reach to their knees and carrying bows over their back, swords at their sides, and armed with shield and spear are moving in dual formation. One the horizon they see a lone rider moving slowly toward them, and tack their horses in that direction.
Moving forward, one of the riders calls out in a loud voice:
”Ho, there, friend! Who are you, and where are you going?”
Before them is a heavily cloaked figure, sitting aside a horse, who stares at the two men.
”I am Ka’etil… and who are you two, that would stop a traveler in the dark?”the man responds.
”Malik Smithson, out of Brevoy, recently attached to the garrison on one… squire? Squire Oleg’s property; under orders of Commander William Tinker – recently dispatched here under orders of House Kaid,”he answers curtly.
Hermia touches the quill to the parchment and begins copying the symbols she found in the book. The pain in her chest is quite prevalent now, and there is a slight tremulous in her right arm as a result, but her intent to proceed, to gain an ally to combat this evil lends to an almost complete disregard for her self by this act, and strength and steadiness to her fingers.
Ka'etil takes note of the men, and as they have not made any overtly threatening overtures, he speaks to them politely. With a courtious tone he says
Well I know of no Tinkerer, nor any Kaid for that matter, but Oleg, I am familiar with, and am bound for that same "Garrison" of which you speak. I take it I'm heading in the right direction, so I'll thank you for your assistance and continue on my way. It is late and I am weary and am in want of a warm place to stay and a good meal.
He continues riding, not changing direction, toward Oleg's, smiling politely at them.