As the party readies themselves in the morning, Shavel prepares his spells and mounts his horse. "I will stay close to the front, between Zulan and Anna. And I agree, Mileana. Would someone be so kind?"
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Shavel tenses and looks at Darian. "A foul act, no doubt. So we'll just have to deal with him when we get there." He places a hand on his sword. "Worst comes to worst, we toss Darian at him and dash off on the horses. After all, only need to outrun the slowest person."
Shavel nods at Darian but still looks stern. "As Anchard said, there is always a decision. You, poor Darian, chose wrong. You could have done a million things with your life." Looking away at the horizon, he sighs. "But that is neither here nor there. WE should eat soon and then rest. Sooner we are back to the task at hand, the sooner we get our... Well, let's just rest soon."
Shavel steps over to Wendell and grins. "So, the deer, my friend. Any chance you could make something smoked and dried from it?" He looks over at the deer Zulan got and licks his lips. "I can taste it already..."
"Agreed, Mileana. Darian, no soup for you!" He's not sure why he said that with a slight accent, but it fit the feel of the moment in any case. "Would someone please make his his bonds are tightened. I don't feel like getting my blade wet with his blood." He glares at the bandit. "He isn't worth the honor to be killed by my blade."
As Shavel approaches, he notes that Darian is working pretty hard on his bindings. With a swiftness almost unknown to non-elves, his blade is drawn and at his throat. "And speaking of spreading out our meals, since Darian here feels the need to work up a sweat trying to undo his 'bracelet', perhaps he should forgo a meal. Or all of them ever." He presses the blade in some on the bandit's throat.
Shavel sees the deer hauled in and smiles. "Haven't had venison in quite some time." He looks around one last time and then goes closer to the campsite proper. "We can also use some of it to make jerked meats. It'll help us spread out some meals."
Shavel nods but puts a hand up. "I'm good for guard detail, but hunting is not something I picked up well. I'll work on that, don't worry, but for now you may be best for this, Zulan. Thank you though. Staying back, he keeps his eyes open for any possible threats.
Shavel hears what Zulan has to say and nods. "The east it is." He steps towards the east, but remains in sight of the camp, eyeing for any intruders or brigands.
Shavel nods. "And again, I apologize. Excuse me..." Somewhat embarrassed by his faux pas, he stands up and walks over to Zulan. "Do you need any assistance, Sir Khoza?"
"Agreed, Sir Almant. Our chance of success is better together, but you never know. Things happen we cannot predict." He looks at Mileana and nods at them. "And you are right. I should have made sure they were unable to hear. I apologize."
Shavel approaches the princess and sits next to her. "So, is it a safe assumption that this will be your first foray this far from the castle without a retinue?" He pulls out some dried fruit and a sliver of salted meat and begins to nibble at it. "I must commend you for it. This will be a dangerous journey and it's chances of failure are fairly high."
After ensuring that Darion is tied, he makes sure Anchard is fine with taking such a long watch alone. If he does, Shavel beds down. If not, he will take last watch.
Shavel sighs. "Let's move on then. 'Anna', you should be near the center of the troupe. I'll ride lead, though someone else should accompany me. Soon as we find the fake clerics we let them know we are ready for them and for them to relent lest they taste my blade." He looks at the others. "And surrendering Darian might make them more amicable, agreed Anchard. Anyone care to tie him up. And gag him, I'm sure he'll be a loud one otherwise."
[ooc]Loot tracking would be good. Perhaps in the campaign tab. Makes things easy anyway.[/occ] Shavel simply shakes his head in mild disgust at the man. Looking at the rest of the bandits, Shavel laughs. "Just remember this the next time you decide to try and take some people on. And if I were you, I'd operate a little further from the capital. Last thing you want would be a line of soldiers coming for you, yes?"
@DM Dias-Lewis: Being a GM myself and able to use Google images well, I can help you with that.
As the man rushes Anchard and lands his near deadly blow, Shavel rushes forward, trying to drive his sword in.
Shavel, bewildered at how he had come so close to believing the man, believe it to have been some spell cast upon his person. He prepares to assault the rather insane man before Anchard hits him with the sleep hex. "Well, others should have their fun as well." He steadies himself, ready to attack if the man fights the hex and stays awake.
Shavel dismounts and pulls his blade free. "If any of you think you can take it, I ask you try, otherwise be wise and let us pass."
Shavel looks at Anchard and then towards the bushes. His hand goes to his blade and then at the party. He slows his steed and takes a position closer to the princess. "If they try anything, my blade is ready..."
"I agree, we do need to have faith with each other, though we should also describe, therefore, what we feel we are best at in this case. As for a leader, I think we should wait on that. At least until we better know and understand each other." He looks back towards the princess and then the party once more. "Might I suggest a body guard position for Anna. Not so much to constantly be near her, but to draw attention away from her in bad situations." He then coughs and speaks up again. "My specialty is with my blade, but I blend elven magics with it. A subtle but highly powerful dance of the arts."
"Of course. No one will really suspect Anna of being anyone but Anna. Still, good call with the wig." As they set off, though, Shavel keeps a look out, just in case.
Shavel looks over at the princess and nods. "It is disconcerting, but it should do for most cursory looks. And yes, I myself am ready. So lets head on towards glory and our rewards, yes?
Shavel nods at the princess and takes a lead positiin before one of the horses pulling a cart. "I agree, sooner out, sooner we get closer to our rewards, yes?" He reaches out and takes a lead rope before bowing to Lady Arianna. "After you, my highness"
Rising early, Shavel meditates on his spells, ingraining the knowledge, the nuances, the dance that they evoke in his mind. Giving his blade a thorough polish, he gathers what he has and joins the rest courtyard. "Well met, all. Are these the horses and carts then? Very good." He gets in the saddle of a chestnut coloured mare named the Bell of Sunrise by the stablemaster called her. He looks to the party with a small smile. "I guess we wait for everyone to mount up and then we head North, yes?"
Shavel accepts the token of the stag and nods. "So this is our symbol of deputation then?" He puts it on and then approaches the princess. "Your Highness, I pledge on the honor of my sword and my name that I shall not fail you, or die trying." He turns to the party and then the king. "Your Highness, unless there is anything else we need to know, I bid you a fair farewell." He salutes and then heads off to get a good nights rest.
Shavel looks over at the Aasimar human and nods. "A wagon would probably be the best option. We can alternate riding the horses and riding the wagon. And the wagon can carry our travelling gear as well, tents and what have you."
Shavel nods. "The healing arts will prove to be quite neccesary if our foes be dragons m'lady. And your willingness to weather the elements and train in the arts of martial combat may prove most valuable." He turns to the others. "One night's rest, then off at dawn? That way we may acquire what we may for the long journey ahead."
Shavel looks at the others and at the princess as well. "It is true, this will be a mighty undertaking. Question though, Your Highness: Is there anything you could get for us to ease us in our journey. A horse a head and a few carts should be more than enough to at least let us set forth in a modicum of comfort and civility."
Watching the group slowly sign off, Shavel sighs. Sanity from insanity, I guess. He looks at the contract once more and shrugs. At the very least, if they do succeed, he'd be able to do a lot with coin like that. A new and magical elven curved blade... land to build a school to teach others the art... He approaches the girl, the princess apparently, and takes a pen from the well, signing his name on it. "May this be the beginning of a swift and successful mission."
Shavel raises an eyebrow. The king was being rather forward about all this. Must be really bad... He reads the contract over and for a moment has no words. 100,000 platinum! Is he mad or is the threat truly this great!? "Your... Your Highness, I believe there might be an error with your contract. There appear to be far too many zeros, and it says that said coins are in... Platinum..."
Arriving in the city, Shavel looks around. It had been about a decade since he'd been in the capital, and he was disappointed to see little had changed. He pokes around for a short while, certain that he'd make a better entrance being 'fashionably late' than arriving early. But after some time, he finally makes his way towards the king's residence, a rather opulent castle in the capital. He shows his papers to the guards at the entrance and one raised an eyebrow at reading his name. But he was admitted and, dusting himself off, proceeded towards the throne room. As he enters, he sees a small group of people not dressed as nobles or royal. Don't tell me they were summoned as well... He had nt really expected others to be present, his own slight arrogance having gotten the better of him. Looking up at the king, he notices far more white in his hair than the last he had seen the man. "Your Highness, Shavel Gysselylth at your service." He takes a short but courteous bow.
Sorry I missed yesterday, life...
@Anchard: I've never played Apocalypse World, but if you could offer some ideas as to what you mean, I am interested.
@Mileana: We all start somewhere. If you have any questions or anything, post here in the Discussion thread and we all can help you, okay?
It was a summons that made Shavel groan. He was not one to seek audiences with any of the nobles of Talios, let alone the royalty, especially the king. He'd almost had had enough of the court politics and packed up and left for Ophelia,but this was his homeland and despite the pains he had suffered over the years, he didn't really want to leave. So, he gathered his gear, and lastly dons his silver holy symbol of Shelyn and departs for the capital. "Hopefully it isn't some 'put down a noble uprising' or something. I need something to truly test myself in..." |