Hey everyone. Due to some RL issues that have popped up, I'm afraid I'll be dropping out of this game. I'm sorry, but I just don't have the time to post and deal with everything that's going on. Feel free to run Daubeny as you please Noble.
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Following Iraonar, the warrior gives the guards a nod. "Anything could be helpful for us to determine what happened." Pointing to Lsyander and Iraonar, Daubeny adds, "There are some sharp minds at work, eager to piece together what happened."
Daubeny was lucky his turban hid the distaste his sneer radiated. Nothing is as pointless and wasteful as the intrigue the powerful create. Standing quietly and following his group, the warrior quietly adds, "Perhaps it's not a rival of Eloasis, but a foe of Almah responsible. He did encourage the trip after all, and if the trip bodes well anyone with disaste of Almah."
Glaring at the cart, the knight snorts. "That's one way of putting it."
Feeling the heat sapping his strength, Daubeny pushes again.
Alright then. Time to work together. The large man nods. "Then on the count of three then? If the guards agree, Daubeny lines up like before and heaves against the wagon on the count of three, slightly out of breath from tying to push the wagon all on his lonesome.
Well, there's something I'm more qualified to do. Moving to the aid of the wagon movers, Daubeny places his poleaxe in a cloth sling on his back. Stomping to give himself a solid footing, the knight shoves himself against the wagon, putting his entire body into moving the vehicle.
Daubeny was thankful he had gone with a turban, for the shawl of cloth did wonders hiding his desire to knock the woman's teeth clean from her jaw. She reeks of nobility, and there are few things I hate more than those who think themselves above it all. Moving quickly, the knight steps up next to Lysander, taking a moment to look at the cart to see if there was any way to remove some of the more flammable elements. "Just a siege in reverse."
Devoid of his trademark armor, Daubeny radiates distates for the heavy robes covering his large frame. Dressed closer to a desert trader than a knight, only the cestus covering his tattoo and his poleaxe mark him as a member of the party. At the teleportation, the warrior gazes at Garavel with apathy. Close enough to a horse. With minor difficulty, Daubeny is in the saddle of his camel.
Watching the magus walk away, Daubeny dips his head. "I should retire as well."
Gripping the new handle on his poleaxe, Daubeny stares at the newcomers through the slits in his helm. "Good. I'd prefer not to have more soft bodies about. We can see how your addition changes tactics, my best guess is forming a barrier between our less durable members. Or perhaps a more traditional vanguard with us shattering the enemy so that they cannot regroup. A proper archer is excellent for harassment and combined with the reach of my Orchid, we may be able to hold them outside our defensive line. How are you with the bow in a melee?" The sheer amount of words spoken is staggering for Daubeny, and it seems the discussion of tactics has opened a floodgate. Nodding at the idea of additional magic, Daubeny points to the group musician. "That's something best sorted out with Amelia and Iraonar. I have never led those capable of magic, so I leave it to the experts."
Wearing an old, white, tattered tabard over his armor, Daubeny shakes his armored head. I wonder how an undead dragon arranges any of this. He surely can't just meet at the market. At the mention of the pact masters, Daubeny holds up a gauntlet. "Let us wait to see what sort of people we're aiding before promising to their cause." Turning to the servant, the knight cocks his head. "Will any of them know oue true purpose?"
I may need more time for inventory, (whats the rough limit for supplies?) due to my new job, but I'm leveled up and eager to chop and cleave.
Hearing the other kingdoms talk of ruling, Daubeny sighs. Thoreand is a dictatorship in all but name. A well liked dictatorship, but still a militarily ruled country. Aloud, the knight voices his thoughts. "More nobles. The dragon truly wishes for these gems." Shaking his head at the idea of a perfromance, Daubeny motions for a servant to appear. "I have forge work to do. Perhaps later."
"Nippy?" Pausing with a forkful of food, the knight sets down his utensil. Glancing Raikdar, then to Kol-Relden. His tone is dry and unquestioning like he already knows the answer, but still wants to make sure. "Royalty?" Daubeny's eyes don't narrow, but the warrior prince meets Raikdar's gaze with his own iron stare.
Daubeny wanders into the dining hall, his armor for once absent and instead simply leather clothing, unadorned and with little wear. He blinks owlishly at the sunlight, his skin pale from time spent in his armor. Damn, I'm going to need a forge to proper remove those dents from my armor. Pausing, the Thoreand prince scratches his stubble with his cestus, gazing at the crocodile and two new arrivals. "I take it there is a reason there is a crocodile calmly sitting under breakfast?" Shaking his closely shaven head, the warrior pauses. "I'm Daubeny Threcken, Knight of the Order of the Orchid." Looking at his companions, the knight's gruff demeanor returns. "You two are?" Sitting down, the large man begins to eat his meal with gusto.
Nope, also sorry about my tardiness, final grades just came in and I got a new job.
Shall we all start roleplaying in the villa?
Sorry, I'm in finals week so it may be a couple days before I can completely level.
I'd be willing to run whatever you'll throw at us. I have no issues with them joining. Out of curiosity, do you want villa role play here or in gameplay?
Giving his forearm a hearty slap, Daubeny watches the dragon with a careful eye. "I know better than to ask how. So, as Lysander asks, where next?"
Noticing the faint glow through the straps of his cestus, Daubeny nods. At Iraonar's words, a faint clang is heard in the darkness. "This is why Lysander didn't want you leading."
I'd be very happy to continue this onwards.
Rumbling with anger, Daubeny leverages his poleaxe to lift himself up. As he fastens his cestus back into place, he glances about, hand gripping his weapon tight.
No one to ignore requests from his master, the knight rummages for the gem, before producing it. Hesitantly, he places it in the mouth of his tattoo. "So what comes next?"
Peeling the cestus off his arm, the knight runs his still armored fingers over the mark. "Any of you know why a magical mark would begin to itch?"
Placing his head in his armored fist, Daubeny groans. "A giant undead lizard owns me, and now I'm wrangling abandoned thunder lizards." Shaking his head, the knight locks his view port with Iraonar. "Don't burn yourself to illuminate the path for every creature along your path. That leads to an empty wick, and an empty wick burns." The Thoreand warrior manages to look slightly offended, despite none of his skin showing. "I don't kill everything I touch I'll have you know." Grumbling, he looks at Lysander. "You know, I don't think this is what Vix'thimus imagined his slaves would be doing getting the gems." His words are followed by a dark chuckle.
"Out of curiosity, why do you want this lizard so bad? Also," the knight taps his helm with his poleaxe, "you do realize I'm covered in electricity conducting metal right?"
Slamming the hilt of his poleaxe against the floor of the castle, Daubeny growls out his response. "Amelia is correct, let's have this discussion civilly once we're no longer in a trog squatter village." Shaking his heads, the knight adds, "This is why I took up my knightly vows, at least partially. No man's words should have the weight to start a war."
As Amelia voices out her plan, the knight prince dips his helm. "I can understand being placed as a combat leader, it was my role as a knight to lead small bands and help locales tame any issues that arose. It only makes sense for those skilled and knowledgeable in a field to make the decision" Taking a moment to wipe his blade off on the ugly cloth of one of the dead trogs, Daubeny starts moving after Iraonar. "Let us discuss the virtues of leadership on the move. I would prefer to not leave Iraonar alone in this dilapidated tower. That leader appeared to cry for aid, which leads me to believe more hostile creatures lurk about." As he nears Lysander, the engraved rose meets the alchemist's eyes with a quiet whisper. DC 15 for Whisper.: "I still cannot fathom why you intend to make me the leader of this group. I have no experience dealing with royals, my only true experience is with battle and common men."
Taking the gem in his cestus covered hand, Daubeny's helmet dips in surprise. "I would hardly call myself the leader of this group. Why not yourself or Alexandria as a leader?" Gently setting down his bloodied green weapon, the warrior removes his cestus. Taking a moment to breath, the knight passes the gem alongside the tattoo on his arm. Afterwards, Daubeny places the gem gingerly in his haversack, before rearming himself. Once it's done, the knight glances about. "Let us hope our master has a way of bringing us back as easily as he brought us here."
Stepping over the Trog leader, Daubeny hefts his bardiche like an executioner. Silently, the knight lifts his weapon high, before letting it fall. "May Pharasma judge you truthfully."
Moving up stairwell so he stands to Lysander's side, Daubeny uses the range of his weapon to prod the beast, hoping to draw it's ire to his armored hide.
Moving behind Amelia, Daubeny stares at the landing of the stairs.
Opening the door, Daubeny glances about the landing, seeing if the group can continue.
Moving to the front where he could do the most good, Daubeny utilized his long arms and longer weapon to try and cut the frog down.
Holding up his armored hand in supplication, the knight began to attempt to straighten out the mess his words had created. "My apologies, my first thought was that it was intelligent, for some Pharasma cursed reason." Underneath his breath, Daubeny murmurs to himself, "This is why the courts and I never found friendship. My words have none of the reliability of my arms."
Holding himself ready, the knight stares at the frog as he rumbles, "Alexandra, I believe this is where you step in."
Giving a slight bow, Daubeny looks at Iraonar with a cocked head and the faint aura of respect. "And here I thought my well worn book would have been interpreted as exactly that, a martial manual." Pausing, the knight taps his bardiche on his armored cestus. "However, without the knowledge of the axe, the philosophy does not make a might warrior." Opening his book as if to make a point, the large warrior adds, "But most leaders are skilled in the art of tactics, or they rarely become such." Chuckling at Lysander's words, the Thoreand knight holds his hand up in assent. "Fair enough, fair enough. My thanks for enlightening an foolish warrior."
Huffing as he hefting his bardiche onto his armored shoulders, Daubeny shakes his helm. "Still, it's a rather foolish mistake. Surely someone capable of magic would be more intelligent than that." Sighing, the knight nods. "I am ready if the rest of you are."
Glancing at the contents of the chest, Daubeny adds, "It is a bit strange they didn't move his gear further away from where he was being held."
Rubbing the engraving of his helmet, Daubeny nods. "That is useful ineed, but we need to ensure the best usage of it." Kneeling down to meet Balenar at eye level. "Do you know anything of their movements, where they frequent?" Pulling his helm off, the warrior royal's face is stern, and grim. "From one knight to another, help me slay these beasts. We may even manage to locate your comrades."
Pulling himself off the back wall, Daubeny walks forward. "Looks like this won't be a stroll though the squires after all." Glancing about, the knight adds, "This would be a poor defensive location. Not much for cover, and defenders have no real benefit." Pausing, he looks over his charges, his flock to defend. "I don't suppose anyone has a plan to deal with my rancid counterpart and his lizard taming boos?"
"Creature like this often don't let logic rule themselves." Pausing as he stares at the captured man, Daubeny adds, "Let me know if you need a strong hand to wrench it open." Taking a moment to lean against the grime covered wall, the knight lets Alexandra do what she did best. She's not more than a few paces off from Ademar. Both are not meant for the rigors of the common life, and possess tongues far more dangerous than my axe head. Chuckling darkly at the thought of the two working together, the large warrior begins to read his war book to settle his fury and anger at the torture room.
"My thanks." Grabbing the door handle, Daubeny opens the door, his armored frame radiating cold dispassion.
Pulling back, Daubeny dips his head. "My thanks. I apologize, I have a ...strong distake for torture."
Clenching his poleaxe tighter, Daubeny growls out, "A torture room" Walking to the other door, the knight opens it with an angry slam. "Come, break your blades upon my back, so you will know hopeless before I gut you."
At the two's more delicate member's of the party's words, Daubeny prepares to speak before Amelia interrupts his chance. Holding his bardiche at the ready, the knight's voice booms out, as hardy as his armor. "Doesn't matter what I think, I made an oath, and I intend to fulfill that oath. " Quickly, his body is interposed between the door and his allies.I fight so other do not need to, yet I still have my prejudices against my fellows for not being like I. I cannot call myself a knight and let such dishonerable thoughts linger! As he turns to face the newly opened door, the militant royal adds, "We're sorting this out soon." His tone brokers little wiggle room, promising a very uncomfortable chat in the near future. Grimly, he chuckles quietly to himself. This dragon sure caught himself the mess of royals. A pacifist, a princess, an intellectual, a worn out warrior, and naive do gooder. I just hope some shard of who we are survives this.
Wow, just wow. All hail the queen of the rants. RANTS FOR THE RANT QUEEN! In all seriousness, your posts as of late have been amazing quality. Thanks for that.
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