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I admit to having a little difficulty following along. Not due to the complexity or anything but most posts seem to occur while I am sleeping. I wake up early and go right to work and come back in the late afternoon or early evening. As a result I tend to log in and discover 4-8 next posts on average. Im still following along but Memnon doesn't have much to say at the moment.
The novels of R A Salvatore were my first taste, so Forgotten Realms will always be my favorite. Eberron is alright and Dark Sun is pretty cool thus far.
Memnon fights to keep his expression neutral as he calmly absorbs everything that he sees. The scholar in him is going mad with curiosity and he catalogs information that might be useful and what it all means.
Memnon nods at Lady Almah and raises a hand in salute. ''I already said that I would take part in scouting party, this has not changed. I volunteer my services.''
Do any of my knowledge checks turn up anything?
Personally I think background skills are enough to make use of the less commonly used knowledges. I'm also not really fond of changing rules once we've already started playing(even if we are early in the game). So if this a vote, mine is 'Jo's. It is up to Sebecloki though and ill live with it if we do consolidate.
Memnon stares out at the ruins, trying in vain to see whatever the others have seen and perhaps catch a glimpse of whatever it was that unnerved him. He hears several people suggest they venture out into the ruins and the idea appeals to him. "I too would like to volunteer for any expedition that might be made into the ruins."
A solo quest is probably not necessary. I didn't mean to suggest I might be gone for weeks at a time or anything.
Just a heads up, I'm starting a new job tomorrow. One which has quite an opportunity for overtime, so my posting may suffer somewhat. Bot me as needed if it does.
Memnon takes a step back from the half-giant, slightly intimidated by by the look in its eye. What an impolite cur, i offer him kinship due to our shared home and he spits in my face.
Memnon cracks a small smile at Archer's little joke before gasping theatrically as though wounded. ''How could you even suggest all humans look alike? Have you ever seen a face as beautiful as mine? Surely there is no other face which comes even close to its splendor.'' He pulls his hood down so people might see his ''beautiful'' features, though the glint in his eye suggests he is making a jest. His face is plain, with common brown hair and brown eyes.
Memnon raises a hand in greeting to the half-giant and nods in answer to his question. ''It grieves me to say kinsman but yes, our village is no more. Sacked by slaver scum, many were killed and more taken away to be sold.'' Not least of all my dear sister. Meanwhile, her devoted brother has been helping the same kind of scum to find her.
Memnon sees that Shizuka has greeted him and waves back but somewhat disintestedly. His eyes never leave the archer in front of him as he continues to gaze at him with confusion.
Maybe I was simply mistaken? The resemblance is strong but it has been several years since I've seen him. Maybe he's just a gifted liar? Why the secrecy if that was the case? Memnon broke eye contact with archer,shaking his head for a moment as he decided it did not matter. He could not be sure this man was lying and so he let it go. "I apologize my good archer. I mistook you for someone from my village. I've been away from home and they might have been aware of its destruction so I got excited." He says by way of explanation as he offers a nod of his head in apology.
Derp Derp, I wrote this response a couple hours ago and forgot to click submit.
Hearing that there might be a better view outside, and not being particularly engaged in any conversation right now, Memnon heads outside unto the balcony to see what he might see. As he gets outside he sees someone he has heard referred to as 'archer' by several others. He had not paid him much mind as of yet but as he looked at the man, the last few years seemed to fall away and he thought he might knew this man. ''Pardon the interruption if you will, but are you Kuro of Amlitkayek? Kinsman it is I Memnon Bash'ra. How are you? I have not seen you in several years.'' Memnon exclaims excitedly as he approaches the man from his village and the other his Kinsman spoke with. He offered them both a short bow in greeting.
I never named mine, so I'm good with whatever vis-a-vis the name.
Im not opposed to it if others are fine with that.
Slow pace isn't a problem for me.
Memnon finds himself captivated by the bard's story, despite the insufferable attitude of the haughty bard. Imagine that kind of power, to wash away the wretched sand and dust and heat of this world and drown it in a sea of green.
I've just been busy personally.
Memnon smiles back and his lips twist upwards in an even larger smile when he gets his response from Malkaer. ''You not wrong about us I will tell you that much. But I promise most of us are vaguely humble. I mean he isn't'' He points again with his thumb over his shoulder but this time his thumb points at Ja'far. [/b]''But he's a pretty decent sort nonetheless.'' Suddenly he gets a look on his face of slight embarrassment and he rubs the back of his neck in shame. ''Pardon me for my rudeness. I am Memnon Bash'ra and you are?''
Memnon decides to continue making the rounds as the bard speaks. He keeps one ear trained on the bard so he doesn't miss anything. Approaching the only other elf in the room, the one that had spoken to the bard moments earlier, he stops next to him and regards him for a moment. ''This one really is full of himself isn't he?'' He says by way of greeting as he jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Slavathras. ''I am hoping he is the exception and not the rule as far as elves go?''
Memnon keeps an ear out for any interesting morsels that might be gleamed from one of his companions or perhaps even the bard himself.
Memnon returns Ja'far's nod with one of his own. ''You too old friend, you too.'' He starts to speak to his old companion once more, but then the elf bard has begun to speak in a high clear voice and he pauses in his conversation to listen. A shame, I had more I would have liked to say but it can wait I suppose.
Memnon snorts at Ja'far's comments. ''You leave my mother out of this you cur. Besides all that you wound me with your accusations. I know you would never hide a jambiya up your sleeve, you and I both know you favor the kukri.''
Memnon laughs at Shizuka's comment about his appearance. ''Your frail look can only be an advantage. A wise warrior knows not to judge an opponent simply by his appearance. Doubtless you have left the corpses of many fools in your wake.'' Memnon trails off as he notices Ja'far. ''Excuse me for a moment.'' He says to Shizuka as he excuses himself. Walking up to the newest arrival, he greets the man loudly. ''Ja'far! You son of a whore!'' He exclaims as he grabs the man by the forearm. ''I did not realize you were employed by house Vordon. How have you been?''
Memnon shakes his head in disbelief when he hears the blind man's words. ''I am surprised to hear you say that people dislike that you fight. It is only natural to fight. Its how the strong maintain their position and how the weak cease to be weak. Simply put it is the way of the world.'' He pats the hilt of his sword as he speaks.
Standing off to the side where he had been listening to the conversation, Memnon sucks in a sharp breath. He walks over to address the masked man. ''The Blind Bastard? The blind arena swordsman?!? Even I have heard of one such as you. It is an honor to meet you.'' He starts to offer his hand for a handshake but lowers his hand, mid gesture, realizing how foolish that would look. He continues slightly awkwardly. ''Oh but pardon my manners, I have not introduced myself. I am Memnon Bash'ra, I serve as a guard for house Vordon.'' He looks around and looks slightly embarrassed, clearly he feels slightly self-conscious at his social faux pas.
''This world is cursed, no wonder the Gods have abandoned it, with this damned heat one might mistake it for Hell.'' Memnon speaks quietly to himself as he gazes out into the endless sandy horizon. The sun's glare beats down on his form endlessly and he decides he has had enough sun for the moment. Best get inside and get some water. He thinks as he begins to head for the shade inside the audience hall. Memnon lowers his hood once he is out of the sun, revealing pale blue eyes, short black hair and tanned skin. He is tall and wiry. Memnon, who is employed as a guard for House Vordon, looks around the occupants of the audience hall, having seen them several times over the course of the the trip but he had not said much to any of them yet. |
