Nikor leaves quietly.
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Nikor looks at Ingle saying "Ah, well... I have seen only a few of your mother's kin, all slender for their height. And if you are to go into the wilds believe when I say I'll be the least unnerving sight you will behold." Nikor grins again glad of a friendly talk. Hearing Kargrath hopeful words, Nikor says " May that be true Mister Lightbringer but father also said Brevoy is a land with too many shadows in the day, it may be they wish goals accomplished without blame falling on them." Nikor's shoulders slump. "Oh never mind I am just bothered by these closed in walls, how do people breathe here?" Brightening he says "All people have their strengths,all here are good at something useful, I've seen the small folk lift weight equal to five or more of them. No we must see in action how we bear our burdens and one's of force will be but the easiest to bear." Nikor follows the toast clusily as if never having done that before.
The doors close, the entry of the lords should be soon, why do I feel like I have been taken by a trapper? Nikor looks wary as the doors close then his gaze sweeps the others that remain. He says "So a dozen to choose from but how many do they wish? Four humans, same of the smaller folk, two stone men, an elf, and myself unless i have overlooked someone. I do not know what to make of this." He settles down into a chair uncomfortably as though he has never been in one before. I should make friends here but how? We are so different. He smiles shyly causing a servitor to flinch and scurry off.
Nikor takes the hand of Kragarth saying "I don't know how father arranged this or even if he did. I saw the man father told me to and he gave me a paper and sent me here; I suspect the Swordlords want to look me over as much as I am here to see what their purposes are. but I assure you my intentions are honorable."
Nikor takes Gathien's hand. "I am Nikor Igorov. Thank you for your welcome and may the spirits bless you and yours." Nikor looks around at Rorgrym's words to see what is happening.
Nikor withdraws his hand dejectedly and sighs "Does anyone else bear the tragic burden of unfocused anger? I mean no harm to any here."
"Now it is I that must ask for pardon. No I am not from Brevoy. I am Nikor Igorov up from the swamps to the south. Growing up in such a small place I forget that not everyone knows me.
His eyes fall on the servents passing around beverages and one young lass sees the look and nervously brings him a cup of wine. Surprised Nikor takes it, and says formally.
Nikor grins and says "
Q and A:
1. Why are you interested in working with the Swordlords of Brevoy?
My father says they are honorable and can be trusted to do what they say. And there interest and ours may be intertwined. 2. What is your motivation to reclaim the Stolen Lands?
4. What are your plans for your character mechanically?
5. What are your plans for your character from a story-perspective?
A large light green skined half orc with light clothing made of what appears to be snake and alligators skins enters. He looks around taking in everything. He looks at Peregrine Fetch, and says in oddly cultured common, Wise indeed Mr. Fetch. My parents would most agree. So this group appears most unusual, Less humans than I thought there would be. |