Sanar will dismount and ready an attack should a pig approach him or his horse. (he also has reach so if a pig gets close it will likely take two attacks)
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"If these things get close to my horse, I'm sticking them."
"Well, my glaive's always thirsty. Let's move."
"I imagine any foe willing to attack us would either be formidable in their own right, or some kind of threatened beast."
Sanar's ready to continue.
Sanar will purchase a healthy looking steed plus a decent amount of food for the trip, assuming some grazing (don't want to overload the horse).
Sanar is slightly amused at the sullen wizard. "There will be more death than that on our path, that I am sure of. There always is."
"Yep, ready to head out. Did we decide how we are going?"
Sanar gets a private room and avoids Quee and his outbursts.
"eh, well, not really my kind of tavern anyway."
"Eh, don't tear yourself up about it, Lord Captain. I have seen barfights end with a much bigger mess. They shouted something about a verdigris resistance and then that guy got grabbed by those vines. I didn't want to get involved."
"They came in here with knives drawn. They knew there would be violence, they planned on creating it. What they didn't plan for was the tables turning. Why should they not be subject to the violence they planned for others?"
Sanar continues to observe the situation, noting any figures of authority who step in. He sighs with disgust and pity at the jeweler's naiveté.
"Why would I? These guys seem to be part of some sort of resistance. I don't know anything about it, and I don't want to be involved. Furthermore, this ale house seems to be of no meager means, meaning it is best not to cross them. These guys stomped up in here and made a ruckus and one of them is suffering for it."
Sanar will observe only.
"Well, you would be in a wagon, which would also be carrying your weapons. The weapons would just be stored separately from you, as makes sense for slaves. Like I said, just a suggestion. It would require a lot of acting on my part, which is doable, but it isn't exactly what I would prefer."
"Well, I believe I can get us through Gilunaural under the pretense of you being my slaves. I spent a good portion of my days there. That said, by boat would probably be easier, as we would have to get a wagon and horses and it would be a long ride."
gm: so, from Sanar's experiences, does he think he could get away with transporting them under the pretense of slavery?
"Yeah, trust me, I dont like ship anymore than you do. But I getting past the border will prove difficult, and travel will draw the eyes of everyone we pass. I do have an old friend in that country though, if I could get a message to him, perhaps I could help." gm: Thinking about dragging them cross-country under the pretense of them being slaves or sacrifices. Gonna try to contact someone on the inside to get a carriage/wagon arranged.
"On second thought, might be wiser to go by ship. Last I recall, foot traffic was heavily restricted through Gilunaural."
gm: does Gilunaural allow foot traffic on their roads for just anyone?
"Coming out of a fight alive is my skill set."
Sanar sits down and orders wine. "Well isnt this place just dandy. Not exactly my choice of establishment, but oh well. So, what's the plan?"
Sanar will bow a little, in not-particularly-courtly fashion, and leave with the rest of them.
Sanar stands, and hefts his glaive. "Sounds good to me."
"That is correct. I am Sanar Orchraul, known as 'Sawtooth' among mercenaries and tournament circles." Sanar sits down in the chair offered.
Slack-jawed fools, Sanar thinks to himself. Chuckling, he turns back to their esteemed host.
Indignant, Sanar asks, "And you thought now, in a meeting of unknown purpose with a Lord and a High Monk was the best time for this puppet show?"
Sanar looks to the one who summoned them all here, eager to continue with the exposition.
"I've no idea, unless it's to fight something. That's usually what people want from me."
Sanor follows the group, his armor jostling with every heavy-booted step.
"Ah yes, I do not know this man. But you are correct, I am in the business of working for gold."
I dont have a problem with that moniker except when in nations that like Gilunaural very little. In those places I will go by my regular name, or be referenced as a warrior or mercenary.
"I've eaten 'worse'"
We have an Emperor, elf.
Tenro's submission, complete. Appearance and Backstory: Sanar Orchraul is a highborn son of the prestigious House Orchraul in the court of Gilunaural. When in his standard dress, he adorns himself with finery befitting his station, to include the golden mask work by all true followers of Belial. Behind the mask his face is rather graceful, save the horns outlining the crown of his skull, a relic of ancient elven blood. In his spiked full plate armor, he is a sight to behold, particularly when wielding the glaive with the saw-toothed blade for which he was named. Sanar was born high into the court under the rule of Devan, and has known no other life. He is a statesman by birth, but a warrior at heart. As such, he has been trained in the art of politics and intrigue, but he took to lessons of steel with far more zeal. While he greatly enjoys the fevered pitch of battle, he certainly doesn't mind taking in the pleasures due to one of his station. Living in Gilunaural is a good life, one he wants to keep, and one he is willing to fight for. He has moved up the ranks of the military, and has been taking increasingly more high-profile assignments in the hopes of gaining the eye of the Hellknight recruiters. It is his ultimate goal to become one of the Emperor's Chosen bodyguards. His current mission has him somewhat out of his element, however. Traveling by caravan to escort a minor dignitary to the heart of neighboring Trevailaura, Sanar must now ingratiate himself with the elves of the nation. Playing nice was never really a strong point of his; he sees this, however optimistically, as a hand-delivered assignment personally tailored to groom him for more prestigious service. |