Iagon's eyes narrow as he stands up. The few stirring twigs drop back down to the ground. You know what we're looking for? Please, enlighten us.
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Iagon lets out a harsh whisper. What in the hells? He sets down in the brush, his hand held low and ready. He begins to focus, setting a few of the twigs in the area to shaking.
Iagon halts and tries to pierce through any cover as he looks around for danger.
He puts a hand out for Fenchurch to stop, then picks up a small stone or branch, and throws it into the clearing to see if...well, it explodes.
Iagon does, indeed, catch Moira. Though, he instantly seems uncomfortable with the contact and gently pushes back to right her. He clears his throat, head down. Um...there you go...you okay? He glances over at Liamae, face read, then turns away. Later, following Fenchurch's lead, Iagon stoops down to look at the tracks himself. He glances at Fenchurch, still a bit hesitant with trust it seems.
Verifying the information, he then gestures to the north. Well, get ready everyone...I'm hoping that this ends up better than our rescue missions seem to, but...well, if it's spiders my hopes are fairly thin.
Thank you Captain, but you've been through enough. Return back to Arenway, please....maybe you can take some time off. Either way, godspeed and save travels. He turns to Brother Braldon. I'd hate to have you along only to see you get hurt Brother. But, we may be interested in a purchase. Is there a discount since we're in service to your baroness?
Iagon watches Khari through the conversation, trying to gauge her reactions and temper. There seems to be something more to her, and this situation, but he's not quite attuned to such things, and is having trouble wrapping his head around it.
He shrugs...maybe she is just a frightened girl... He steps over to Fenchurch, and gives her a nod. If you are working on behalf of the Verduran, then you are welcome. And, if you know anything about these....ettercaps...please let us know on the way there. With a glance around at the others, he motions. If no one has anything else, let's go. We've much to do, apparently.
Thanks! Hope you did too!
Narrowing his eyes, Iagon weighs what that allegiance may mean, but he quickly realizes that he's nowhere near practiced enough if such things to even guess. He nods, and shrugs. Well...I guess the more the merrier, especially given the dangers we've seen. Khari, as for you, yes you can come along, but we must require that you stay back from the front...I don't know what dangers we're walking into. You do what we say, when we say, understand?
Iagon raises an eyebrow. Reinforcements? We're we taking too long on our mission then?. He puts the musings aside and confirms. That's us, yes. Nice axe...I'd imagine you can use that pretty well?
Iagon, trying to keep away from the conversation while still listening, notices the tall woman watching them. Why, hello...can we help you? He's on edge...this town is strange.
Iagon keeps his mouth shut, fairly certain he'd do more harm than good.
Green Knight sounds good to me! Welcome back
With little to say that wouldn't make the situation worse, and the lack of a silver tongue to smooth things over, Iagon offers a deep bow, and departs.
We would like to, indeed. It certainly is suspect that she is here...and he is not. He frowns, thinking perhaps he should at some point learn to keep his thoughts to himself. If there is nothing else, milady, we will be off to speak to this girl...could I ask her name?
Iagon has no conflict at all, and he snatched the teary back from Moira, a stern look following. I've known the Marquis for quite some time now, and he hired me when I really had no where else to turn. I won't have you speaking I'll of the man.. He looks down at the treaty in his hand, brow furrowing. I'm sure there's a reason for his wording - no doubt he's taking it upon himself to protect this - your land. He looks up. Look, my lady, I'm sorry this finds you in such dark tiles...I truly am. Can you tell us where Arnholde was last seen, and we will see this through for you? Then perhaps we can move on with this.
Iagon clears his throat. He finds himself uncomfortable - even more so than is normal for him, given the heavy situation. He bows deeply. Well, ma'am. I apologize for coming here in such a dark time, but I assure you we don't bring or bear any ill will. We have been sent by the Marquis to seek you; we have this treaty for your signature. He will take out the treaty and hand it over for her perusal. He tries to wait patiently with his hands clasped behind his back, but his foot taps in impatience. Instantly regretting it, he adds. Is...is there anything we can do? To...well, you know...help?
Iagon takes the cue and nods in greeting. We are here to speak to the Baroness...as soon as is possible. And, our friend here is looking for some of her men who have gone missing; have you heard of any recent reports filed for such? He gestures at Oretego.
Iagon grabs up the waterskins and the boiling water and mixes up his brews.
He then meets the others down in the common room, and seems lost in his food. Hearing Moira's tale, he sighs deeply, turning inward as he explores his own thoughts.
Iagon nods her thanks and takes advantage of some well-deserved rest.
Seeing Moira's state, Iagon nods and deals with the business at hand. He seems a bit uneasy about getting in the middle of calming and reassuring her - those and things best left to the more empathic Liamae. He passes over five gold to Talia. We will take you up on that, Talia...five rooms if you please. Also, could you possibly set some water to boil for tea? I'd like to brew some for tomorrow. I'll need some more waterskins, if you have any for sale.
Teas: Tummy Tea - Nauseated
Energy Tea - Fatigued Calming Tea - Shaken Alertness Tea - Drowsy
Iagon nods and motions. Please, don't worry about us...just nice to have a seat in a dry place for now. After she leaves, Iagon turns to glance at the bear warily before hunkering down over the table. So, whaddya' think...should we get rooms here in town? I'd rather not be here for more than absolutely necessary
Iagon gives a sidelong glance to Moira, then motions for everyone to gather in and follow. Please, yes...not a good night to be out in that, for certain. He gives the bear a wide berth - taxidermied or not, he's seen stranger things wake up and start moving. [b]Quite the...adornment, there - is there a history to that impressive creature?
I'd love to say that we're their heroic replacements, but we've a job to get done here, and best not be tied up with their local groups. Besides...dragonslayers...well, they probably ran into a dragon - for I know that would end my career quickly. Iagon waits at Moira's side, motioning for everyone to get close and try to make use of the very little shelter that the building provided from the rain.
Iagon nods, though seems a bit unsatisfied with the explanation. He continues to glance towards Ortego until they arrive. Alright, everyone...finally, a safe, warm place we can rest and recover. No offense of course, Miro - you've been an excellent guide through this. He pats him on the shoulder as he steps onto dry ground to follow Liamae. Heading back towards the woods, Iagon keeps his eyes towards the treeline, looking for hobgoblins, or hags, or something else similarly creepy and dangerous.
Iagon seems to still be a bit lost, his inexperience showing. He leans in to whisper to Liamae. What...what was she?
I'm here...now that is. Just got back from vacation
I'll be out on vacation from 3/26 - 4/1 and unable to post.
Iagon nods dumbly as he looks back and forth from the woods to the father and son. Yes! Let's leave this forsaken place. C'mon everyone!
Iagon throws up his hands in frustration. Shoulda' stayed on the boat...damnit. He turns to rush after his companions.
Iagon whirls on Ortego, still gathering power around him. Wood fragments hover a few inches off of the ground. What was that?
Iagon shouts as he takes a quick step. Stop this madness now! He uses his power to force his skin to take on the appearance of gnarled wood, and it thickens.
He then hurls out another blast of wood at this witch.
Iagon doesn't seem to understand this new course of action - in fact he has no idea what this odd woman has cast, or what Ortego was shouting about. But...Attai had been with him since the beginning of this dangerous quest, and he trusted the odd Harrower. He builds a wave of swirling wooden particles about himself, then hurls them at Galene!
Iagon looks around in confusion, wondering how this went from a peaceful warning to a combat in such a short time. Wait! But...it was too late, as he watches the crossbow bolt fly through the air. Damn...
Iagon sees that as a clear invitation, and moves into the light, awkwardly smiling as he pushes back his hood. Hi! We're friends.
Iagon smiles. Moira, you're a bit...better with words that many of us. Mind greeting them? We're right here with you. True to that, Iagon will stand directly at Moira's side as she moves forward.
Iagon sighs, feeling more certain now. He calls out to the captain. Miro, can you get us close and anchor? I'd like to head out to land to warm those people of the hobgoblin horde.
Iagon bolts awake, having been plagued by the dreams of what those lost sailors may have experienced in their last minutes. He is almost happy to be jostled awake. Coming out onto the deck, he also sees if he can pierce the veil and see anything else on the banks.
More hobgoblins, you think? I'm not thrilled about stopping for everyone on the bank, but if that isn't hobgoblins, we should probably warn them about what we saw.
Agreed...I have no desire to risk another run in with that hoard. Ortego, what have you heard of this hoard from Trudos? We didn't...well, he wasn't fully focused when we spoke to him.
Yup, good with discord! Especially with the weather issues, like you said.
Iagon smiles and looks towards the ship for pursuit as they make their way towards Miro.
Iagon grins at Moira's particular way of dealing with situations such as this, then turns to the boat to watch the mass of their assailants charging onto it. He stands by Turante and puts a hand on her shoulder then, perhaps realizing it's a bit too friendly, takes it away. Thank you princess...as usual it seems as if you're much more capable than most of us. We may not have gotten away without your guidance. Please, take a break from rowing...we can handle this. He sets to, helping as he can with his less considerable strength. Then, stands to hail Miro as they approach. Hey, wait up! We made it...mostly. He glances back at the previous captain Ortego, then shakes his head sadly.
Iagon curses at the sight of a platoon coming for them. To the boat, then. I can pick some off at range, and I'm betting they can't swim as well as we can row. Apologies Captain Ortego, but there's no more time. Someone, light it up! Iagon points at the brandy, then turns and helps everyone into the lifeboat, planning to get in last.
Iagon works to get the boat into the water.
Iagon nods and winks. You know Attai...normal day. Now help me figure out how to get this boat in the water!
Iagon nods quickly, his eyes on the woods. Right, then...let's go! Everyone, to the boats! Captain Ortego, is there anything flammable below; we may need some additional fuel to create a proper...pyre. He heads to the lifeboat under the tarp and rips away the covering then begins trying to figure out how to lower it down - being fairly unaccustomed to the process.
With a nod, Iagon looks to the woods. Something in there chasing such a force is beyond what we can help with, I fear. Yes...Captain, you should come with us. Is there anything you need to get from below to bring along?
Iagon is a bit hesitant as he looks down. He nods in agreement. Seems you've had a tough time of it captain. Please, come on up and we'll get this sorted out up here in the light.
Iagon frowns as he looks at the stairs leading down. Right, should be okay now...come on out...slowly. He puts out a hand, palm down, and a small whirlwind of wood chips spins underneath it as he collects particles should he need to blast something with his power.
Merry Christmas all!
Indeed, you rest Moira. Iagon moves in front of her, looking down below and awaiting an answer. He makes sure to put himself in front of her, protectively.
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