"We're on our way to London on business to aid the crown."
Lord Folkestone, thank you for having me at this impromptu party.
Your Barony is impressive, here -- a tribute to Great Prince Harry, greatest King of England.
I am "Magnus Sverreson" of Norway via the Faroes.I give tribute to your Lord Bedford on his recent capture of the traitorous heretic, Joan the Witch of Arc; may she burn in hell!
I hear Bedford has once again set a date for the coronation of Henry on the French throne. Once the pretenders in France accept their lawful King, as decreed by King Charles the Beloved, through the Valois Lines and of his eldest, Isabella, true peace can come to France.
And we know what that means for Bedford who runs it on Henry's behalf.
[dice=Diplomacy]1d20 +9
Indeed, sir, and what it means for us all.... And as if we didn't, already have enough to worry our blessed isle, with the French and whatnot, now we have a bloody fire dragon in Italy making demands of virgin maids and chests of gold every year.... 'Tis enough to make men wonder if it were not soon the End of Days, does it not?
"We're on our way to London on business to aid the crown."
Ah! Splendid! Well, we shan't delay your progress.... We do thank you for taking the time on your journey to come through Folkestone and put an end to our fears of old Brinegullet, for once and for all....
Baron Folkestone smiles at Alphonse and Iommi-Tyr....
Are you members of a particular company?
I am the travelling scholar of "The Lusty Fools"; in Paris they will speak of our deeds and of Magnus Sverreson the Studious.
Lord Folkestone, why do you ask?
I am the travelling scholar of "The Lusty Fools"; in Paris they will speak of our deeds and of Magnus Sverreson the Studious.
Lord Folkestone, why do you ask?
So that I, too, may speak of your deeds as they do in Paris, sir scholar! .... And, as lord of this little port town, I'm responsible for knowing the names and allegiance of any band of armed gentlemen entering England by my port, of course.
Nacht noticed how well this artist was.. but though they meant no harm, such information was... dangerous at best. He reached out and quick as he could placed a gloved hand over the being's mouth and a dagger to the back.
Initiative
The artist vocalizes loudly in protest, though he can get no discernible words out with Nacht covering his mouth!
He attempts to escape from Nacht.... but his feeble struggles are useless in The Beetle Man's iron grip!
Nacht grips the man tight and pins him to the ground
Nacht then squeezes tight trying to silence him
Alphonse looks over at Nacht and slaps a gauntleted hand to his forehead.
"Nacht! What?"
Nacht grips the man tight and pins him to the ground
[dice=CMB]1d20+11
Nacht then squeezes tight trying to silence him
[dice=CMB]1d20+11; 1d3+3
The man's eyes roll back in his head as Nacht applies a neck lock that chokes him unconscious!
Oh, my! I say! What are you doing to this man!?
The Baron seems astonished by Nacht's sudden attack on one of his townsfolk....
Nacht looks up at the Holy-being.. and picks up the caricatures while starting to ruffle through the being's clothes.
" Avez-vous payé ce qui est de prendre des notes sur nous? "
Nacht looks up at the Holy-being.. and picks up the caricatures while starting to ruffle through the being's clothes.
" Avez-vous payé ce qui est de prendre des notes sur nous? "
** spoiler omitted **
In French: Of course not! He is Baldwin, a townsman and fisherman! Why did you choke him so!? Did you just kill him!?
The baron's hand goes to the hilt of the longsword at his side....
Nacht's eyes narrowed as the hooded figure tilted his head.
He continues to go through the mans belongings almost ignoring the threat.
" Lorsque je tue quelque chose, vous savez qu'ils sont morts. Il ya du sang. Il va bien. "
Nacht's eyes narrowed as the hooded figure tilted his head.
He continues to go through the mans belongings almost ignoring the threat.
" Lorsque je tue quelque chose, vous savez qu'ils sont morts. Il ya du sang. Il va bien. "
** spoiler omitted **
[dice=Initiative]1d20+6
Nacht finds a purse of copper pences on the man's belt, a dagger, and the garb of a fisherman, plus the parchment with the drawings and a few pieces of coal for drawing.
In French: If you are intending to rob this man, I'll have you arrested and tried for robbery, sir! What is your name!?
The Baron draws closer to Nacht, sword not yet drawn, but hand on hilt....
Several armed and armored men begin to converge on Nacht, hands on the hilts of their longswords....
Nacht's eyes scan as the men approach him and go back to the Baron-being. Then they go to the Holy Being.. then back to the Baron-being.
" Je ne ai pas besoin pour son argent. "
Nacht drops all but the objects he need before starting to fade into the scenery. The stealth of a Spider being displayed. As a word and a movement of the hand commences (Blend)
He then begins to walk away from the situation.
I think it is just that our friend here doesn't like his image being taken without permission....I think it is a religious thing...
In English, to Alphonse:
Is this rude stranger one of your company of "Lusty Fools", sir!? gesturing to Nacht....
Where the blazes did he go!? What was that man's name!?
"Yes. Nacht is a bit of an odd duck. We found him living in the catacombs beneath Paris. I think the solitude may have driven him quite mad."
"Though he's never attacked an innocent person before. I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding, something the artist may have done to set him off?"
"It doesn't seem any permanent harm has been done. Would it be at all possible for me to use my power to heal this man, and we forget about this incident? I'll be sure to talk to Nacht and try to prevent any future...lapses in judgement. And then we'll be on our way to London in the morning, and bother you no more."
The men-at-arms gather where Nacht was crouching over the unconscious Baldwin a moment before and look around at the crowd, dismayed that he seemed to have vanished....
Nacht watches, not fine with the fact the Holy being said his name.. but unsure of what he is saying outside of that. The being was alive, he saw no issue.
"Yes. Nacht is a bit of an odd duck. We found him living in the catacombs beneath Paris. I think the solitude may have driven him quite mad."
"Though he's never attacked an innocent person before. I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding, something the artist may have done to set him off?"
"It doesn't seem any permanent harm has been done. Would it be at all possible for me to use my power to heal this man, and we forget about this incident? I'll be sure to talk to Nacht and try to prevent any future...lapses in judgement. And then we'll be on our way to London in the morning, and bother you no more."
[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+11
Yes! Well.... If Baldwin is unharmed, and nothing has been stolen from him, I'll consider the matter water under the bridge! .... But I'd advise you to keep a tight reign on this Nacht.... He's liable to wind up dangling from a gallows around these parts with such behavior....
"Understood. It's really kind of my fault. We haven't been in many scenarios like this since we found him, with him together with us in a safe place."
Alphonse steps over and Lays on Hands to the unconscious man.
"Are you all right?"
"Understood. It's really kind of my fault. We haven't been in many scenarios like this since we found him, with him together with us in a safe place."
Alphonse steps over and Lays on Hands to the unconscious man.
2d6+1
"Are you all right?"
Baldwin comes back to consciousness with a start, and quickly gets to his feet....
Yes, but.... What happened!? Someone accosted me?....
He gathers his wits and searches around for his drawings....
Where did my drawings go!?
To Baldwin: What drawings do you speak of, Baldwin?
I beg your pardon, m'lord.... My drawings of the heroes.... Who slayed the sea dragon....
To what purpose did you make these drawings, Baldwin? Why did it so upset this Nacht fellow that he accosted you so?
"I think my companion may have taken offense to you capturing his image."
I do not know, m'lord.... I meant know offense.... I only wanted to have a drawing of them as slayed Brinegullet, m'lord.... A momento, as it were.... I know not why he acted so....violently against me, m'lord.... Mayhap he be a criminal, wanted for some crime, m'lord?....
Nacht watches the man now starting to examine the pictures at his leisure.. the type of notes that was on each being.. he was interested.
I see, Baldwin....
The Baron arches his eyebrows at Alphonse and Paddy....
As I said.... I'd keep an eye on this companion of yours.... There may be good reason why he doesn't want news of his goings about known.... Well, let us forget the matter for now, and enjoy some good bitter, brewed right here in Folkestone by our own Mister Wesley Brewer....
Nacht watches the man now starting to examine the pictures at his leisure.. the type of notes that was on each being.. he was interested.
Nacht notes that weapons carried and armor worn are noted on the caricatures of him and the other Lusty Fools, as well as guesses about nationality, languages spoken, and the like....
Nacht narrows his eyes at this information. This being was studying them. He did not like that. If the being left.. he would follow.. he was sure the camouflage would last more than long enough.. and he made sure not to leave any material for the being to recreate this here.
The Lusty Fools are hosted at Folkestone Manor for the night, where they are accommodated in finely-appointed chambers....
Baron Folkestone makes no more inquiries about Nacht's identity or past, but does obviously regard him with suspicion....
The following morning, the baron's servants serve breakfast in the dining room--boiled goose eggs, rashers of bacon, chopped potatoes fried in oil and seasoned with garlic and herbs, and warm bread, served with butter, cheese, grapes, apples, cream, wine, ale, and water....
After The Lusty Fools have eaten their fill of this fare, Baron Folkestone presents the company with seven light warhorses, saddled and harnessed, with saddlebags filled with feed, and provisions for their journey to London (three days' rations for a company of seven)....
Godspeed, Lusty Fools! Give my regards to the court in London.... Long live the king!
He leaves Folkestone Manor after the feast to go to his home some time around 9:00 PM....
Baldwin does not leave his home, but does look over his shoulder more than once on his way home from the feast....
Nacht stalks his prey
Nacht stalks his prey
[dice=Stealth]1d20+14
Baldwin notices Nacht stalking him, and quickens his pace to his house....
When he gets home, he bars his door and peers nervously out the window to see if Nacht is outside his house....
There is a chimney....