Knowledge Local
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Kurn has no idea where to find the boy, so he will go to the main hall and wait. "I'll just wait in the main hall until the boy turns up, but if he's not here by the morning, I'll take myself off to the shrine" he says to Helga and Stefnir casually.
Knowledge Local
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Kurn has no idea where to find the boy, so he will go to the main hall and wait. "I'll just wait in the main hall until the boy turns up, but if he's not here by the morning, I'll take myself off to the shrine" he says to Helga and Stefnir casually.
Knowledge Local
Suddenly all becomes clear to Kurn! The boy will be seeing us tonight. Kurn will still go to the hall and wait though.
Helga will go back as well, and belatedly help clean up the place.
Anya rudely (but unconsciously) wrinkles her nose at the offer of tea but the mention of mead immediately after gains a small grunt of satisfaction from her. Standing in a natural but relaxed warriors pose, feet slightly more than shoulder width apart, with one hand on her longspear and the other on her hip, and with a look on her face part bemusement part annoyance, she says "Hmph, well, the offer of mead sounds good, the Gods know how long it's been since I've been able to wet my throat with a flagon or few, but I did not come here to 'talk'. I am only interested in him" as she points directly at the warrior she has her designs on "and if things go as I plan, talking is one of the things we'll be doing the least." she finishes with her idea of a seductive smile, but a crude leer is all she is able to really manage.
Ari says, "My name is Ari, and tea would be most welcome", bows to Master Kejin and takes a seat on the carpet.
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Master Kejin nods politely and claps his hand. A slim and delicate Qin girl of rare beauty enters with a tray and two jugs. One is clay and she pours out a mead for Anya, the other is of fine china and hot tea is handed to Ari in a small cup.
Ari Know local DC10
"I regret that these bodyguards cannot speak your language but I will discuss the matter you mention with him. Hatoro is a very accomplished warrior but maybe he would like to cross swords with you, honourable Krieg lady. Please can you tell me what has brought your broken ship to this village?"
While this is being answered the Qin girl quietly waits in one corner. Ready to serve.
Knowledge Local
Ari takes the cup and sips the hot, fragrant liquid.
Kurn makes it as far as the other side of the rope bridge when he is stopped by an old man wearing leather armour and with a set long spear.
"Who goes there?" rasps the rickety man.
"My name is Kurn Thornsson, Priest of Krakis and acting Captain of the Albatross. I believe that your Lord or his son wants to meet with me and other members of the crew in the hall tonight, which is where I'm heading with your permission?". Kurn holds his hands up to show he is no threat to the sentry.
As the mead arrives Anya's eyes light up and she eagerly graps it, without a word bringing it to her mouth and quaffing the entire jug in one big gulp. As soon as she finishes she lets out a big, long, loud burp and smacks her lips in satisfaction. Passing the jug back to the serving girl she says with a big grin "Now that was Good! Keep them coming sister!"
Her smile fades rapidly though as the annoying old man keeps talking. Growing more and more frustrated, especially as the does not seem to be anything for her to hit, she almost shouts "Sit? Sit where old man?? You have not even chairs! Look, I don't know how men and women do things from wherever you're from, but I have crossed leages to get here, I've fought monsters, a cursed ship and the very sea itself, and I have not had a man to share my bed for longer than I care to remember! SO, all I want to know is if he" again pointing to the Qin warrior "is going to come with me or not? And if the problem is that you are afraid to be without your guard, well, Ari here is a good man" she says slapping her shipmate on the shoulder "and I'm sure he won't mind waiting here a bit for me until I'm done. And more, if you lend us a room right here I promise I'll have your man back unharmed, well, Mostly unharmed" she adds with a throaty chuckle "in and hour...or two. So what say you old man? Or better yet, what does He say?"
Ari says to Master Kejin, "Please forgive the abruptness of my friend Anya, she knows nothing of the etquette and customs of the Qin. What she is trying to say is that she would like to spend some intimate time alone with the warrior."
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Old Kejin smiles with a small twitch of his lips then he shakes his head at Anya, "I am sorry for your predicament and can see that Hatoro may be of great help but unfortunately this matter must be discussed before I such a union may be possible. Perhaps your friend Ari here may be of quicker service than one of my guards? I can lend you the ditch behind this lodge but my rooms are unfortunately occupied."
"Then after I would wish to talk with Ari alone. May the Seven Hundred shine on us."
The old man quaffs his tea and slowly gets up with the aid of the other bodyguard. He bows his head a little to both Krieg and waits.
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"My name is Kurn Thornsson, Priest of Krakis and acting Captain of the Albatross. I believe that your Lord or his son wants to meet with me and other members of the crew in the hall tonight, which is where I'm heading with your permission?". Kurn holds his hands up to show he is no threat to the sentry.
"Well no one is allowed in here without the word of our Lord Mercik, so go away. You were told - later!" The old man cackles at his brave words but that turns into coughing and retching, however he keeps the spear levelled.
"I am Bran Spearslayer and none of you cursed sailors is coming in until the Lord says so. I bet my right nut you haven't even got a gift to give him, just some wet-behind-the-ears sailors who couldn't keep a mast up."
"Ha ha ha."
His body quickly calms and he looks ready for a fight.
The two women guarding the front of the hall turn to watch the loud words and so does the lookout in the bell-tower.
Ari thinking his luck is in, winks at Anya and says, "Fancy a quick tumble then Anya, I'm quite acrobatic"
"My name is Kurn Thornsson, Priest of Krakis and acting Captain of the Albatross. I believe that your Lord or his son wants to meet with me and other members of the crew in the hall tonight, which is where I'm heading with your permission?". Kurn holds his hands up to show he is no threat to the sentry."Well no one is allowed in here without the word of our Lord Mercik, so go away. You were told - later!" The old man cackles at his brave words but that turns into coughing and retching, however he keeps the spear levelled.
"I am Bran Spearslayer and none of you cursed sailors is coming in until the Lord says so. I bet my right nut you haven't even got a gift to give him, just some wet-behind-the-ears sailors who couldn't keep a mast up."
"Ha ha ha."
His body quickly calms and he looks ready for a fight.
The two women guarding the front of the hall turn to watch the loud words and so does the lookout in the bell-tower.
Kurn looks at the guard with disgust and thinks to himself with that cough he'll be dead soon enough. "Very well, I'll go and visit your shrine to Krakis and return later. I take it that it's permissible to do so?"
The old man coughs and grins through the spittle produced, "speak to Lord Mercik cough, cough, cough first."
Thinking that he had better be nice for now, smiles at the guard.
"What ails you exactly? That's a nasty cough and I may be able to help you?"
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Having a feeling that she may have just been insulted but not completely sure or how, Anya merely scowls at the old man. Then, as Ari makes his offer, her scowl turns to him. But as her eyes automatically run over his extremely well muscled form and air of stamina and health it turns into a sultry smile. "Well my friend, with an offer like that, how can a lady refuse?" And then she laughs genuinely at the idea of her being any kind of lady "Besides" she adds as she puts a hand under Ari's arm helping him to his feet "if this old man is any indication these [i]chol[/] probably have no idea how to treat a real woman. Likely talk her to death."
Heading out and away from the old man before she decides to stick a spear in him, Anya turns again to Ari "You'll have to find somewhere suitable quick now, I'm not in a mind to wait!" then in a lower voice "And was that bastard of an old man insulting us somehow?? Because if he was...!"
FW & Ari
I'm thinking there's no need to get into the nitty gritty guys, unless you want to RP the finding of a suitable place FW? Otherwise, I'm of the mind you can write some small summation and fast forward to later on? Simply MHO of course, you're in the driver's seat and however you want to roll with it is cool with me. And of course we can continue with the RPing of Ari and Anya's tryst after the fact as well : )
Seeming much more relaxed than she had been for some time, and with a smug smile of satisfaction on her face, Anya finishes readjusting her clothes. Suddenly she laughs out loud as if remembering something "Acrobatic indeed! That was a tumble to be remembered all right Ari my friend. Wait till Helga hears about this. Ha!" and she gives him a hearty slap on the shoulder which would have sent any lesser man stumbling forward but which the incredibly strong young rogue takes in stride.
The smile remaining on her face, Anya continues to walk back to the lodge they had been assigned.
After Ari and Anya leave the deserted lodge, quickly located after leaving the Qin. Ari says that he has some business to attend and will meet up with Anya later in the Mead Hall.
Ari then returns to Master Kejin to find out what he wants.
Heal Check
Ari tells Master Kejin a tale, that even a bard would be proud of, about visiting Qin, being abandoned, living life as a rogue then stowing away aboard a ship, learning his father had drowned in a storm and finding his brother Kurn again. Getting work as a rower on The Marked Albatros to where Master Kejin finds him now.
Ari bows to Master Kejin, thanks him for the packet of tea and says that he will be happy to talk again tomorrow.
Ari heads for the Mead Hall to look for the others.
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Ari realises along the way that the majority of the party are at the lodge, either cleaning or waiting for the Lord's Meeting. He can see this since the Qin lodge is close to the crew's quarters.
Anya has re-joined Helga, Stefnir and Ragnar. Saorise and Jorgen are on the Albatross at the moment and Kurn is elsewhere presently. The longhouse is starting to look much cleaner and habitable. Simply sweeping away those cobwebs and opening the two shutters has made a huge difference to the crew's temporary home.
Some small loaves of bread and pots of goats cheese have been provided with some wonderful mead, the mentioned cavemead is sweet and strong with a smile in every mouthful.
Freki and the boys ask Helga and Stefnir separately if they should come to the High Hall too.
Helga defers to Stefnir, but has her own question for the priest.
"Stefnir, it's traditional to bring a gift to the lord, and for the life of me I think we had every thing of value on the ship stripped by the crew when they deserted. What can we offer him, that he will not cause offence?"
Knowledge (nobility):
Can Helga think of anything herself?
Kurn smiles again at the guard. "May Krakis bless you in this world and the next my friend". Kurn then turns and makes his way to find Helga, Ari and the others before the meeting with Lord Mercik.
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As she listens to her sisters question and knowing well the way of men, especially men in positions of power, Anyna looks at her fine new longspear for a moment. Then, without a word she holds it out to offer to her sister, silently answering the question posed.
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Jorgen perception 1:1d20+4
Saorise perception 1:1d20+7Jorgen perception 2:1d20+4
Saorise perception 2:1d20+7Jorgen perception 3:1d20+4
Saorise perception 3:1d20+7
Two hours. The meeting takes place at about five in the afternoon to give you an approximation.
In the autumn here, the sun sets slowly from about five until six, gradually getting darker as it goes.
"I'd be loath to take your weapon, sister - perhaps we can barter a service for a gift? It's not unheard of."
Not unpleased at the idea of retaing her fine new weapon, Anya's only reaction though is a non-commital grunt. However as the warrior woman thinks on how wise her little sister has become a small smile of pleasue does curl one corner of her wide mouth.
Ari approaches Helga and says,"Will this be any good as a gift", producing a small packet from his clothing and saying,"Its a small packet of fragrant Lapzi tea, its all I have."
"Yuh'd thuhnk huhlpin thuhm suhvuhv duh wuhntuh wuhld buh guhft uhnuhf. Wuh shuhldn't muhk pluhns wuhthuht Suhshuh uhn Juhguhn. Thuh'rr puht uh duh cruh tuh."
Assuming that's agreeable, Ragnar will get Saorise and Jorgen from the Albatross so they can eat and discuss the meeting.
French Wolf:
"Thank you Ari ... but perhaps we can offer a service in stead? We have little enough as it is," she listens to Ragnar.
"That's a good idea, Ragnar, we should ask them to join us to discuss this. Any offer will have to involve all of us."
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Ragnar
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Ragnar can get either or both off the Albatross in time to discuss this before going up to the High Hall.
One of Breda's amazon-like guards pops by to warn Stefnir that the Lord expects everyone by with the Lord in about an hour, and as she leaves her parting shot comes back into the longhouse, "you smell like smoked fish, you lot, some worse than others. Ha ha ha. Cursed Kippers!"
Ari replaces the small packet in his clothing, then helps himself to some bread and cheese, leaving the mead untill after their meeting with the Lord.
Once Ragnar gets back with Jorgen (and/or Saorise), he lays out his opinion.
"Th' pehple huhr muhk fun uhf us, buht Uh thuhnk thuh're pluhsed wuh're huhr. Fushin's guhn suhr, nuht uhnugh pehple fuh duh huhvuhst: thuh're wuhruhed uhbuht wuhntuh. Wuh guht a pruhst uhf Kruhkuhs, uh drood, uh skuhld, uh smuhth, uh wuhtch 'n wuhtch-huntuh uhn duh ruhst uhf us tuh fush 'n hulp wuhth duh huhvuhst, nuht tuh muhn-shuhn huhlp pruhtuhctin' duh tuhn. Uhf wuh guhve duh luhd thuht spuh 'n uh suhvuce, wuh'll buh uhluht muh wuhlcuhm. Thuh nuhd us uhs muhch uhs wuh nuhd dem, buht guhnuhsuhtuh cuhn uhnluh huhlp."
Translation:
"I have found in negotiations, it is best to keep something in reserve". I think our service is needed, and the village Druid will help persuade the ruler to accept that as a gift". "We can keep the spear in reserve if it looks like we need something to sweeten the pot". "If not we keep it...we might need it after all".
"I like that plan," Helga nods. Her hand holds her harp-case tightly: a gift from her mother, she was sure that sooner or later somebody would suggest it, and it was a treasure she was loath To relinquish.