Erik Løvendal |
Erik ate his breakfast companionably with anyone who stayed to do the same, then went out to get his horse and join those headed to see the local lord.
Squelching through the mud, he took stock of the surroundings, judging the relative wealth of the area as well as the damage from the storm.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
The Dragon Master |
Sorry guys. End of the week became (pleasantly) busy.
When you reach the stables, it seems the boy tending them is gone. You're horses survived the night, but aren't very happy at you. It seems that the roof caved in, flooding much of the floor.
As you travel through the village, you seem a village in shambles. Many of the crops and fields surrounding are flooded, as are the streets. Many of the houses are in shambles, but some of them seem to have happened on other nights. What was once a prosperous village now lies broken and on the verge of collapse.
Many of the villagers are trying to repair the damage but as you pass on house, you see a man crying in front of a house that a tree has fallen into.
The manor can be seen for most of the trek over. It seems humble compared to some, but it is the largest dwelling you have seen in the area. A guard stands calf deep in the water at the wall.
Erik Løvendal |
Erik's mood soured considerably as they made their way through the disaster area of the village. When he passed the crying man, he paused to throw him a few coins, then hurried on.
The flooding had him pondering what could have angered God so much as to destroy this place. The answer, he suspected, he would find not among the commoners, but with the lord of this place.
When Guy spoke to the guard, Erik added, "And to pay respect to the lord. I am not from here - what might his name be?"
Erik Løvendal |
"One would think you would be more grateful for so many to be trying to aid your village, and keep a more civil tongue in your head," Erik growled. He rode past the guard into the courtyard, where he surrendered his horse to a stableboy.
"You may announce the arrival of... guests to Lord Charles," he told a servant as he approached the front doors. "I am Erik Løvendal of Roskilde, from Denmark, and I come to pay my respect on behalf of my house." He glanced at the others to see how they would introduce themselves.
The Dragon Master |
The inside is decorated with all manner of finery. At the end of a long eating hall is the Lord. A short, but fat, man dressed in purple clothes sits eating away at some sort of pie. A taller, gaunt man stands beside him stating reports of the villages state to the lord and several others in attendance
"Another farm is completely flooded. It will take time to drain, but the crop is lost. Five houses are destroyed. Some livestock lost. 15 dead from the three villages, but more leave every day. At this rate, there will be noone left to work the fields."
When the guard interrupts him, he gives a disdainful look at the party. He bends down to whisper into the lord's ear.
My lord, there are more mercenaries to see you.
Maybe this group can help us, Pierre. No, no. We need all the help we can get.
The lord stands up and introduces himself.
I am Lord Charles. My guardsman tells me that you are here to help us. Might I know our potential saviors names?
Guy Berrain |
"Berrain," Guy said simply fixing Charles with a steady gaze. The livery and rich foods did not seem to draw his attention for a moment but his gaze did fall upon the attendant for a moment before returning to his potential employer.
Erik Løvendal |
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Erik gave the servant a narrow-eyed look, but introduced himself pleasantly enough. "I am Erik Løvendal of Roskilde, Lord Charles," he said, adding, "I have heard terrible things about the troubles that plague you, and would only be happy to aid you. Perhaps you could tell us more about your woes?" And what happened to the others who came to help, he thought.
I'm not actually sure what the title for a younger son of a baron is, but maybe one of you do?
Akio Derick Ryuu |
Akio bows.
+10 perc.... Auto pass :p
No mere mercenary am I Lord I am but a wanderer from the east. going where the wind takes me. Usually finding places in need of my aid along the way. I happily offer you my aid
He then speaks in Japanese.
Sore wa meiyo,-nushi ni narimasu.Kagiri, anata no atai ga shindearu yō ni
Translation
let us ease the suffering of your people.