Trimar Deleflaur's page

Trimar sighed and stared at the lot of them. "It seems you have a lot of questions. A knight has asked you to do something and the only thing you have is questions and deflections. Do you not trust that I know what I'm doing and what I'm requesting of you?" he asked rhetorically.

He began walking, presuming the lot of them would follow him without him having to tell them to.

He made his way to one of the stalls for wine and spoke for a few moments with the owner. "Could I trouble you for a few of your empty bottles? " he asked.

He smiled politely as he went about his business and once he had acquired several small targets...he turned to walk to the edge of the tournament grounds. He found a table that wasn't being used since the action was continuing and set up the bottles as targets.

Then he walked back thirty paces and took his sword in it's scabbard and drew a line. "There is your target. You'll not have to worry about anyone getting hurt as we're shooting outwards." he said hoping to quash any complaints.

Trimar paused and looked at the broken arm. It had been seen to professionally he could see but he was surprised that they hadn't just healed it.

He didn't pry further. "I see, I had assumed the healers would have healed it fully. It's a shame that you won't be able to prove yourself any further." he said before turning his attention to Landon.

"Well, I don't see a broken arm on you? Think you are better than her? Or perhaps you're embarrassed to be watched so closely by a knight ?" he asked curiously.

He looked at Feylinn to see how she was handling the pressure of a Knight challenging them.

I'm Still willing to play ^_^

Trimar raises a brow at the three of them. He grins "Fine, you two got it in you to try and tease a fellow page in front of a knight? The lot of you to the archery area set up for tomorrow. Three shots a piece, I wanna see you best her." he said as he fished out a silver coin and showed it to them.

Trimar smiled and waved his hand at the pages. He smiled "It is good to see there are no hard feelings among you all. Sometimes more than bruised bodies come from competition." he said chuckling.

"I am saddened a bit that I didn't get to see all of you joust. But I know that that isn't everyone's strength anyways so I'm just glad no one was injured."

He paused for a moment and looked at Feylinn "I heard that you're quite agile on your feet. How are you with a bow?" he asked trying to get a sense of her confidence in her own abilities.

Sure, Feylinn is good

Hmm, if we aren't being ushered towards the jousting arena yet....then I'd say probably start trying to eavesdrop on the pages, particularly the two that Trimar and the Duke spoke of.

Trimar traced one of his ears gently for a little while as he thought over what the man had said. "Confidence is difficult to teach and regardless of what knight would teach him or the knight he is to become, he'd need the confidence to handle himself in most every situation." he said reflecting a bit about it.

He thought for a bit "Rashness...can be difficult as well but I feel is more manageable and teachable than confidence. I'll have to speak with the both of them then and see their skills for myself before going any further." he said musing aloud further.

He looked at the Duke "Thank you for the wisdom. I am sure this will help me focus my thoughts a bit." he said smiling.

Trimaran tried to think a bit "I suppose if I were to take a squire they would need to have a level of grace about them. Both in a room and on the field. Even if the charm is merely budding, that would be enough for a start to nurture. At the same time, the unnoticed can also be very welcomed. I think both fields are such that I can teach in." he said musing a bit.

He looked a the Duke "Anyone spring to mind to watch or talk to? I find surprise conversations with strangers more illuminating than speaking to them as a known entity they are trying to impress." he said smiling a bit, remembering how that poor boy flustered at his treatment and upon the dawning of whom he was.

Trimar simply nods "You've asked my opinion...What is your opinion of the pages so far? I'm never opposed to a bit of advice as to where to point my eyes." he said, curious to see what the Duke may say.

Trimar simply has to shrug "I'll hold my judgement for tomorrow. The Archery contest is more my interest but the grand melee can also show the most potential. The Joust is flashy and a good show of minute body control and split decisions...but in the end, a strong arm wins it most of the time." he said, showing a clear preference in fighting styles.

Trimar waves his hand a bit at the dismissive comment towards his sorta joke. When asked about the pages however, he scratches his chin.

"From what I've seen so far, I haven't been particularly enthused. But then, I've only seen the joust so far and managed to converse with one of the lads. Young Wymer seems to have a temper and pride beyond his station as a page. In my opinion, he wouldn't cut it as a squire or a knight...but perhaps someone would have the patience to temper the young man into a worthy fighter and protector." he said remember every that passed before the events of the day.

He scratched his chin "I'd like to see the Grand Melee and Archery Contest before I'd think I would have a good judge on the pages." he said at length.

Trimar shook his head a bit at the Duke turning up his offering. He shrugged and refilled his cup one last time before setting the empty bottle on a nearby table. He looked at the Duke for a moment and shrugged slightly "A drunken joust? Well, if it weren't for the fact that healers would be on hand I'd not step one foot near that jousting field. Even still, there is the chance of death all the same from someone not being able to hold back or even a lax in the muscles at the wrong moment of receiving an attack. But, I don't expect to win merely put on a good show and hopefully make it past the first round or two." he said cheerfully.

He looked upwards almost lost in thought "It'd be quite the sight I imagine from the crowd. I would be having a right laugh up in the crowd cheering on swaying combatants." he said in afterthought.

At that sentence, he put the cup back up to his lips and downed it. He looked at the Duke and smiled devilishly "I aim to be unseated by the evening. With this face and a "bruised ego" from such a loss, I have no doubt I'll find myself someone lovely that would want to take care of such a knight's injuries for the evening." he said laughing out loud.

Trimar gathers up a bottle of decent wine while he makes his way to inform the Duke. He wasn't a heathen though, he grabbed up a mug too at some point and kept his cup full. He raised his cup here and there to the others enjoying their day and finally he managed to make it to the Duke.

He made sure to have enough to offer some for the Duke once he got there. "It seems we've got quite the event. It'd be a shame if we didn't all do our part for it, yes? I've come to formally offer my entry into the Drunken Joust." he said chuckling a bit before offering the bottle to the Duke.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

I am good for continuing as is given that we will have squires. But if you prefer more players I am fine with it as well.

Just wanted to offer a small warning, if I go silent suddenly, that it is just under twenty days till my first born's due date is. So I apologize in advance if I suddenly disappear for a few days. Should that happen, please bot as needed.

Trimar looked sideways at Catriona and then back at Lemian and the King. He shook his head "Well, I know better than to question such things. A bit of disadvantages make the audience quite amused and mirthful while watching what is otherwise normally a serious match. It's been a long time since I've held a lance but I suppose I can take one up and compete as well." he said not wanting to be out performed without a fight.

Trimar raised a brow "Won't that be a sloppy mess, the poor Clerics will have a fair bit of practice at the end of the day at least..." he said amused.

Trimar pursed his lips "Perhaps, you could adjust the schedule of the tourney. Hype up the final Joust and get the crowd more eager while giving the young girl time to heal. Putting it after the Archery contest would be a decent time as injuries would be low and so would fatigue." he offered.

He thought a bit more "Though, I don't know when the Melee is, so that might mean one of them might have to bow out of the melee due to injury...well, we do have the Clerics." he said musing aloud mostly.

Trimar pauses and clears his throat to gather their attention for a moment. "The purpose of these tourneys is for the pages to garner the attention of a knight to take them on as their squire, yes? If that is so...then we have an easy way of shadowing them and protecting them then. It would not be out of line for knights to be seen talking to their potential squires." he offered.

"Of course, if you have a page in mind to be your squire already, then you have the opportunity to really get to know their character in this time while also being there to safeguard them and the tourney from any further plots." he offered as a solution.

He wasn't completely sure of who he would take as a squire at this time or if there is one he'd prefer to shadow. He might end up just getting placed in the end and seeing how it goes.

Trimar looks around at the others and bows his head and steps back allowing one of them the limelight in this situation.

Jevar paused having started to make his way out of the tent. He nodded to Gawain's message. He turned back to the others.

"Alright, lets just make sure we don't confuse our king with our information? It might hamper any further investigations if we accidentally muddle things from the start. The bandits were hired by a Scribe of some Noble or the noble themselves. We have a letter that points to that. They used a common sleep aid, albeit a strong dose of it to subdue the young lass. The leader was the only one to know what really was going on for fear of his friends backstabbing him...and that's about all I remember. Apart from there is an abandoned mine that has more bodies." he said as an afterthought.

Trina watched Cyas carefully "I hope I did it correctly, I'm much more comfortable putting arrows in people than taking them out. Still, I feel i did it the correct way." he said, curious to see divine work or even just simply more advanced care at hand.

Watching a young child drink a tincture would be quite boring compared to watching a rather athletic woman get taken care of by a cleric. He smiled politely and hopefully looked more honestly curious than devious in this instance.

Bluff to hide the obvious extra curiosity: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

Trimar nods at the others words "Indeed, it'd best to take care of her first. Then after that, Ser Catriona could use a wound looked at as well." he said smiling at the cleric.

Trimar would choose the Healer's tent, the mission was to bring the girl back safely. To not make sure she was in the appropriate hands for getting over the poison would not fulfill that mission. At least, in his eyes.

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Tell at raised a brow when he heard what she had been poisoned with. He tsk'd loudly "Cowardly to use on a child, these lot wouldn't be smart enough to know what dose to give a child." he said more than irrated.

He looked at Owen and Gawain and sighed audibly. "I will not risk a promising young life to the fates of some hired thugs heavy hand. We will send back some men to gather up the dead and hopefully find out their origins...I would have rather come back to the King with overwhelmingly good news as opposed to just a job well done." he said tersely.

He looked at Gawain and Owen "It's a bit above my station to suggest, but could you two prepare the animals and I will gather the others?" he asked politely.

Provided a positive response was offered, he went back inside to fetch everyone. If no one stopped him, he would carry Elmina himself seeing her state.

Trimar leaned against the exterior, he twisted a bit of his hair as he thought. "It's hard to assume what our enemy knows or doesn't know. We could leave and miss our target showing up or as you say, they may have eyes on the tourney and notice the absence of knights and assume their plan has been thwarted. I fear if we were to hasten back, then we'd lose the chance at our assailant. The king is not in any danger with such a public setting and still a large presence of knights still present. There is also a chance our enemy doesn't think us capable if he even knows us as knights...we are mostly unproven and therefore mostly unknown last I knew." he said softly musing himself.

He looked to Owen "Perhaps it might be best if you, yourself head back. You are perhaps the only knight of us truly known and I trust you could handle any danger that might present itself to you. If they see you return, they might come to check on their plan if you arrive back empty handed." he offered as an afterthought.

Tomar raised a brow as the knight came out and he soon understood the reasoning. "Ah, I appreciate the offer. I worry though there would be too many people handling the girl in her condition. A good set of eyes and ears is still needed and this is what I would do best for now. he said smiling.

He was pleased to hear the child was doing better.

I may use it some...sometimes...no sarcasm here, nope?

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Trimar nods very slightly "Aye, it should be fine. I look the part and can sound the part well enough. I'll certainly put up a better fight then the last man at this door." he said quietly.

Alright, I think with that conversation concluded? Trimar is off to go stand "watch" and pretend to sleep while they wait for someone to show up.

Oh b!!!%*$s, did I miss your final question?

Trimar set down his load and looked over at the pile of clothes. He felt he had what he needed and began to strip down till he was left with his under clothes and his chain mail on. He pulled out a bit of leather strip and tied his hair up as he thought.

Certainly it was a bit of surprise to hear it was a woman that she was after but the fact that it was a fellow knight was less surprising. With her having not seen her family in three years, he doubted they had a suitor in line for her or they'd obviously have sent for her or at the least sent her a letter of declaration. No, this was at least for Catriona's sake, seemingly the least complicated it could be.

He sighed "Well, the lack of heir might be difficult at least for your family. I doubt you're as worried. As you've said though, your worries lie in your beloved response? Being friends as you are, you'd know best how to make her smile. Show this to her time and again, be her shoulder when she needs it and help her bear her burdens. I suspect you'll know when the time is right to broach your feelings, perhaps on a day when you can tell she's upset but just the sight of you brings a warm smile to her face...take your time, esway her concerns and problems and then perhaps share your feelings. It wouldn't hurt either to attempt to feel out if she's even interested in women." he offered as the best advice he could as he dressed himself up in the bandit's collective clothing.

He paused and looked over himself for any arrow or sword wounds before giving her a slight jerk of his head "Think I look successful at kidnapping? I think I managed to make it look like I'd not seen battle yet." he said showing her his front and back to make sure that a second eyes could agree he found enough useful clothing to make the disguise work. He kept only his bow on him, for the sword would spoil the disguise.

Hmm, ouch...A night? Maybe part of the morning as well? It's not like Trimar packed any food. He would figure that if the kidnapping was to take place, they'd want to move the girl quickly for the longer the kidnappers stay still close to the origin of the crime, the better chance they'd get caught.

He heaved another man up over his shoulder and paused to look at her for a moment before he turned abegan moving the dead back into the back room. "Well then I suppose that depends on how your mother thinks. If she is a noblewoman herself by birth, then she'll likely view each suitor as more a potential gain for the house than whether or not you really enjoy each other's company. If that were the case, then show her what he has to offer or wait for the old crone to die." he said mildly.

He looked over his shoulder "Though if you worry so much, I doubt you have such a relationship with your mother. Honesty would likely be the best policy." he offered. He grunted as he adjusted his load. "Though, I'd more worry if you family has strong ties to any lord with a young pup in their stock. You two being arranged to marry by your fathers would be the most likely outcome." he said as they walked.

There was a pause before one final musing "Though, one of the benefits of being a knight in that front...You don't have to be home to suffer the bonds of holy matrimony very often." he said simply.

Trimar looked up, a foot unceremoniously dropping from the boot he was removing with a heavy thud. This had perhaps come as a surprise to the man, he had certainly not expected to be asked for advice of the heart. He honestly expected another probing question of his demeanor and lack of chivalry on the battlefield, or perhaps even the ease to which he could lie to someone and assume a false face.

He sat the boot down and stood up, clearing his throat a bit. "Ah, the heart. A wondrous muscle that causes much trouble when pierced both on the battlefield and not." he said smiling.

He put a hand up to his ear and stroked the gentle tip as he put hair behind it. "If it were me, I might try for the subtle and discreet approach. Perhaps slipping away into the countryside to meet and hold the affair private. It certainly could offer some extra passion into the relationship, the forbidden fruit as it were." he mused a bit.

He shook his head "Hmm, are you worried of his response or of your family's?" he asked in consideration as they began walking to gather another body.

Trimar raised a brow as he helped move one of the men "Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any for questions. We do potentially have a long wait upon us." he said before setting his body down and looking over the man's clothing to check for noticeable tears and bloodstains.

He took to taking off any "clean" clothing and tossing it in a pile once they brought a body in.

Trimar and Catriona would have already gotten the bodies outside the mine and the one outside the main room here. They were the first to be gotten as the furthest away but I appreciate the enthusiasm for hiding bodies Rion!

But yes, unless someone else decides that we need to head back for any reason at all and the group does in fact stay...then Trimar will disguise himself using the kidnappers clothes to hide his armor and such. He'll leave his blade behind as it's the main thing that denotes him as a knight that he carries with him.

Disguise Check iffin they decide to stay: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Obviously sexy Jeff Goldblum will still be tantalizing as a muppet.

My assumption is that Trimar and Catriona will both grab a body and drag them back into the leader's main room from the furthest to the closest and take care of all of the bodies. If we were to spring a trap, personally Trimar would hope to pop it right in the room where we did the bulk of the fighting.

The original Aliens. And have only Ripley be the non muppet. A Xenomorph muppet just screams hilarity. As well as a Chestburster muppet.

Trimar ran his hand through his head in contemplation "Interesting questions...Hmmm, well I'll think on it while I move the bodies someplace less...noticeable. " he said before he made off to drag the bodies into the mine.

Trimar mused "If that idea is our plan, we best make haste to hide the signs of combat. Potentially I could even disguise myself with the first man's clothes and stand guard." he offered.

Trimar looked deep in concentration while he let the others look over the note, he didn't want to bring up his suspicions till the others had seen the note but given that no one noticed or just simply failed to bring it up, he spoke up.

"This was writing by someone's scribe. If you notice the seal, you can tell it was a scribes mark. Now, unsurprisingly, you'll notice the noble himself didn't sign it. It might be helpful in the investigation but I'm not sure if the King keeps his letters or burns them. If he did keep them, we might be able to figure out which scribe wrote this." he offered.

However, the information in the note also brought up concerns "Part of me says we should lie in ambush for the person that is coming with coin, but I would not wish to keep the king and the tourney waiting." he said as an afterthought.

I'm giving the rest of the players a chance to roll. I think, personally, I have a bit more free time and computer time than most and probably respond too quickly too often.

So, unless Trimar is the only one that makes that roll, he'll remain silent and let the other person speak up.

Nobility: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Trimar looked over towards Gawain "We got nothing useful over here! You?" he yelled to the man. He sheathed his sword "I'd recommend expressing your remorse in front of the King when we bring you in. Regardless of whom will take your plea and your story, show remorse and pray to whatever you hold dear that you are given a chance to prove yourself a changed man." he said as he produces a pair of well made manacles and secured his prisoner.

Should anyone give him a weird look, he'd shrug "What...you don't carry something to secure someone on you at all times?"

Trimar looked at Catriona and then looked at the bandit. He wasn't too amused with what the man had asked.

He drew his sword and came up to squat down in front of the man. "I may not be too much of a spiritual man, but I have to wonder. You ask how likely you are to get out of this with your life...but I have to ask, how satisfied will you be with your afterlife? You have a chance to talk, stop for a second and think not what you can get out of it, but what is right." he said staring into the man's eyes.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

I think this is appropriate. While Trimar is not saying he's going to do anything to the man, he's trying to see if he can coerce a confession from him with the threat of his own actions against his immortal soul. If you think this warrants Diplomacy or Bluff instead, please add 4.

Trimar let the boiling of his blood pass and he takes a deep breath before he looks at Catriona with a smile. "Of course, my Lady." he said as he moved forwards and looked at the wound for a moment. He looks up at her "You're gonna wanna brace for this." he said before snapping off the tail, hooking his fingers under the head pulling it through.

I apologize, but this is how you remove an arrow >.<

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Trimar shook his head, he had almost gone running after but the others saw to the fleeing one's capture.

He turned his attention to the lother Bandit in the room tied up with Catriona and fired.

Longbow to Bandit 4-1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Longbow to Bandit 4-2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Damage if hit 1: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage if hit 2: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13