[Game Thread] Alost

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Ivy shakes his head, I have had much conversation about Vaeiol . I do not know who this feel is..but he could not have be of Kree's people. He would straightened out his actions, or sent him away. We have had some one say she was musing over a Map. For whatever reason she has stayed in this town, That is what bothers me.

have you an idea who was following him? I wish we would have cut him down where he stood. too many times soft hearts lead to quick deaths...better to eliminate some one who acts as an enemy.

The Inn has same eyes on it. I am not very worried about her. If she needs or wants out Help. She must ask, and we will take that with a grain of salt.Just because she cried, and did not act harshly, does not mean it wasn't the scheme for them to do this from the start. With Variations thrown in, depending on how we , reacted.

[Arrevanthas]

Endellion Languages: Sylvan, Common, Pixie, Gnome, Elven **Notes: Endellion still speaks in Elvish for the most part but will use Common when it comes to interactions with Hew.. The feel of his warmth…his strength always brought a sense of security as he pulled her close, the feel of his bare skin upon her own making her shiver a bit in anticipation of what could happen. As he spoke, she lazily ran a finger along his chest, tracing the tattoo that adorned his massive chest with a small smile, the image coming to mind. At his question, she gave a pause, considering the words he spoke. “I love the image that you paint,” she said, shifting a bit and kissing the side of his neck. “Honestly…I have never imagined having children…but that is not from the lack of wanting them…it was just…never a thought in my mind if that makes sense.” She kissed right below his ear lobe. She was young…this was the first time away from her mother’s grove so thinking that far into the future wasn’t something that she had done. “I honestly…do not know if I am able to have children…but I suppose…we get to have the fun of finding that part out, eh?” There was a mischievous smirk on her lips as Endellion moved slightly, keeping her body up against his as she moved to kiss him deeply.

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Ivyian Ivyian and the small group spend a little more time talking before all the others head off for some rest, leaving Ivyian alone to watch the sunrise. He sips his wine, hears the swine grunting as they are fed, the jingle of tack and harness from the corral as people prepare for the Inn for the day. New warmth comes from the kitchen along with the smell of baking bread and barley porridge. Two servers in fresh white aprons walk into the common room and quietly clear the tables and clean up, getting ready for the day. They make sure not to disturb Ivyian. He is staring at the side window when he hears footsteps on the porch followed by Chenwoi entering the common room. Chenwoi looks fresh and well rested. His face broadens into a wide smile when he sees Iyvian and he quickly walks over, signaling for tea to one of the servers. He sits down, waits several moments before saying, It is looking to be a fine morning Ivyian. Had not expected to find you awake just yet. Looks like you haven't yet been to bed. Have you had breakfast? Chenwoi looks around, before ordering some porridge and bacon for himself. Once his tea arrives, he takes a sip and looks around again, his eyes checking and constantly moving. Are you and the Night Blades looking for work? There is a thief staying at the Crock and Tumbler who is looking for you. Her name is Elspeth Deer Hunter. She doesn't actually hunt deer. She got that name from stealing a highly valuable and highly secure painting by that name. Ivyian knows Elspeth. She fought alongside him on the coast when they killed several of the Snake people and corrupt members of the Church who had taken over a small fishing village. He would remember her as a skilled and courageous thief, but not a foolish one. She is more a true thief than a fighter like Brinna or Voraiya. He knows she is a better thief than any of the Night Blades. He knows she also knows him and what he is about and she wouldn't come looking for him if this latest caper of hers didn't have something to with stealing from the Clergy or the Nobles of Falcon's Point.

Endellion Hew returned her mischievous smile of his own, whispering, they do say practice makes perfect, as he rolls onto his back, lifting her with him. Hew touched her then, driving all thoughts of children, her mother, her grove, away as she looked down on his face, seeing Hew, and only Hew. Later, his soft snoring wakes her. The early morning sun casts a golden gleam over Hew's chest and beard. In that moment, he shines like an angel. Endellion is suffused with such a sense of happiness, the likes she has never felt before. She has a chance to reflect now, to consider Hew and this, roving, dangerous life they have chosen. All the Night Blades really, now that she thinks about it. Voraiya, Brinna, Bodvar the dwarf, have joined in this common cause for different reasons. All come from different backgrounds and yet they are all here, by choice, weighing their lives against the tides of fate for what they believe is Right. A soft knock on the door, takes her from her thoughts. A young serving girl opens the door and blushes, turning her head, Sorry M'Lady. I hadn't thought anyone took this room. I had come to change the bedding and the pots. I will come back later. She gives a soft curtsey, keeping her head down the whole time as she backs out of the room.

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Ivy finishes his wine..points at the Tea ,Chenwoi has , then to himself. Elspeth... she was with me on the isle where the rock creatures and Snake folk were. We killed more then a few Holy Folk, who were tranished with darkness.Now, Just how hard is she looking... is she looking hard enough to come here . Or does she have to fine me...there.

Taking the tea and adding Honey, Ivy sips,we had some thoughts
on makign a trip aroudn the outside of the town, cut down any vermin sniffing around, maybe a cardinal man or two, You saw the two who came her yesterday, right on the heels of an abduction attempt...claiming to come from kree, no less...Right hard for a dead man to send some one to aid us...do you not think?..Anyway, what do you feel from 'Elspeth'... Does she seem true to what she says?

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Ivyian Chenwoi sits back, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face as he says, You know her? Ivyian, I have always thought well of you, but never did I expect you of keeping such fine company. No disrespect I might add. Did you know Elspeth once stole Cardinal Remus' papal ring? He was the Arch-Bishop then, but she did steal his ring. She sold it to a group of gnome forgers who then used it to create all kinds of profitable mischief for themselves and headaches for Remus. Chenwoi's food comes and he dives hungrily into the plain, but filling food. He looks up when Ivyian mentions 'sniffing' around. I doubt you will see any of the Cardinal's men. At least not in livery and not officially. Holy Father Lotan has quarantined the whole area of Northern Brabant and Flanders from the river Scheldt in the West to the river Meuse in the East, and from the Little Nethe river in the North to the city of Namur and the river Sambre in the South. They have already set up blockades of the road manned by the Knights Templar. No folks going in, no folks going out unless they pass Quarantine inspection for the plague. There has apparently been another outbreak of the "Black Death," from Aerschot to Beverloo. Or at least that is what the Holy Father Lotan would have us believe. Chenwoi stops talking, taking another bite of eggs an oats before saying, I don't believe that is the case. We have had the Black Death before without Quarantines. What do you think the "holy father" is up to now?

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Ivy listens and shakes his head,we had that time on that Isle,, she slipped away when we returned to the mainland. She may have something cooking on her stove, But i feel she needs the Nightblades, more then she needs Ivyian.

the dark, unholy folk use quarantine as a way to control the people, food and drink get scarce ,..people go out to hunt and gather, they get captured and sold into slavery, and the troops whittle away the brave first.

what needs to be done, is the outright killing of any knight
or footman who follows Lotan. and their Bodies stacked to Dead trees or
posts. They must see, that we can do the same to their people, as they do to ours..
They are not true to their 'god, or whom they pretend to represent. No goodly
power would allow them to harm innocent folks. So? the only way to beat them, is to make sure there is less of them. And to show those who we did not kill yet, what they have to look forward to. Steal supply wagons for the Villages to use, add the weapons of the Lotan's dead, to the hands of those who fight against him. We cannot
be Like the Sea Griffons, and The Sisters know, that almost all the nobles, lack the guts to face Lotan...so..we do it our way...one dead here..three dead there..an ambush that kills scores... each with a remainder of who we are, and who we want dead.

The Quarantine cannot stop that, as the very people who seek to enforce it, are sitting ducks for our type of attacks.

[Arrevanthas]

Endellion Languages: Sylvan, Common, Pixie, Gnome, Elven **Notes: Endellion still speaks in Elvish for the most part but will use Common when it comes to interactions with Hew.. Morning came too early, the sound of Hew’s soft snoring pulling her from those pleasant dreams of what life could potentially be like in the future with Him. Sitting up, Endellion stretched, pausing to look down at Hew. The way the light played upon him made her breath catch in her throat as she admired him. As her thoughts drifted over to the Nightblades and what all they stood for, the young girl had knocked and entered the room, making Endellion jump in surprise. Looking back to Hew, Endellion leaned over and kissed him deeply. “Pulse of my heart…it is time to wake…” she said softly, figuring that it was time they got up and got dressed…especially since they were going to go have breakfast with Breyla and Voraiya.

[Rasgorn]

Ivyian Later in the day, just after early afternoon, Ivyian leaves his room and makes his way down to the common room. Thoughts of Chenwoi, the Quarantine, Elspeth, and what it all means for the Night Blades run through his head. Elspeth coming to Blosque looking for him and the Night Blades makes far more sense than a number of recent events. Breyla and Variol being high on that list. He is half way down the stairs when he sees her. He would remember Elspeth's face anywhere. The sharpness of the intelligence in her amber colored eyes is unmistakable. She is still slim, compact and graceful. Today she is dressed as a Nun of St. Silvanus and wearing green prayer beads, a rosary of peridot beads that few would realize the actual value. Ivyian is certain the prayer beads are enchanted. Elspeth sits quietly, reading, or pretending to read, a small religious tome. A small bowl of pottage rests near her small tome, along with a glass of pale ale. He can tell she sees him but makes no visible notice of it She is too much the professional to give him away. The rest of the room is half full of customers, most of who live and work in Blosque. Several hard faced mercenaries sit near the fire, hogging the best, warmest seats. Ivyian can tell they are Bourbons from the cut of their hair and mustaches. They wear no insignia or emblem on their armor, their arms or their heavy, wet cloaks that they have laid out across the floor in front of the fire so they can dry. Iyyian doesn't recall it raining last night, or the night before. OOC-Ivyian roll for spot and listen

Endellion Endellion, Hew, and Voraiya walk up to the Crock and Tumbler Inn and ale House the next day. Hew is in a good mood, whistling and telling stories of swimming the frigid waters of the North Sea. Voraiya listens half heartedly as she stays focused on the streets and the Inn. Voraiya seems on edge, more so than usual. As they take the steps, Voraiya silently points out two horses with half plate barding tied to the railings outside the Inn. No squires attend the horses and no livery or standard is shown on the gray blankets and worn saddles. Stepping into the common room of the Crock and Tumbler, they see Breyla sitting by the fire eating a bowl of stew and sipping a dark ale. She looks calm and at ease. Breyla doesn't show any sign of noticing them. She does look out the window several times like she is expecting to see someone. Across the room from Breyla are two dusky skinned half elves. Endellion has never seen elves with such skin coloring. They both wear suits of soft, red leather armor with gold studs. She can see no emblem on their suits. Sitting right next to the dusky skinned elves are a group of four dwarves with chalk stains on their hands and shirts. The dwarves are chewing on beef ribs with smoke goose gravy. OOC-Endellion roll for perception

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Dice Roll:

1d20+14

(12)+14

Total = 26

listen

Dice Roll:

2d20+13

(16, 7)+13

Total = 36

spot

Walking down the stair, Ivy looked for a table near Elspeth, he waved to a server with a smile. for an order.

sitting down he loosen his blade, his other blades were always ready.

[Arrevanthas]

Endellion Languages: Sylvan, Common, Pixie, Gnome, Elven **Notes: Endellion still speaks in Elvish for the most part but will use Common when it comes to interactions with Hew.. She listened to Hew’s stories with interest, her own heart feeling rather light, warmed by Hew’s good spirits. The time spent with him always left her feeling such a state, even despite how dark things seemed to get around them. Even with this venture…and the potential danger, Endellion couldn’t seem to really put much stock into the dangers. When they entered the common room, she Spot Dice Roll: 1d20+5 (2)+5 Total = 7 Listen Dice Roll: 1d20+6 (19)+6 Total = 25 looked around with a bright smile, an arm gingerly wrapped on the inner part of Hew’s bicep. She made no means of hiding her gaze when it landed on the dusky skinned elves, that curiosity clear but she didn’t act upon it.

[Rasgorn]

Ivyian Ivyian moves down the stairs, looking over the common room and noting those present. The mercenaries by the fire were obvious and probably straight up fighters. By the look of them, they are a rough bunch, but not well trained. The see him come down but make no comments. He is just another elf to them. He does hear one say, Sikes, there are a lot of elves up here in the North. A thinly bearded man next to him watches Ivyian for a moment before turning to the man who spoke, They come down from the Frost March I am told and the Ardennes. The man's mentioning of the Ardennes quiets the others. Ivyian feels their fears of the great forest. A third man says, When do you think Herbert will arrive? The first man says, Au, he is probably already here, bedding the wench before he gives us a turn. The whole group smiles at that as two more men join them, making a total of seven. The two new comers are cleaner and dry, unlike the others. One of them wears a full suit of proper scale mail under his tunic. He stays quiet, not saying anything as he scans the room, then looks at Ivyian and watches Ivyian for a moment longer than is polite. He points a finger at Ivyian, but nothing else. Elspeth notices the two new men come in as well. Ivyian notices she casually moves the rosary around in her hand so the cross is now pointed at the man in scale mail. She does this without once breaking eye contact with her book. Ivyian notices two other men in the Common dressed as merchants in fine velvet coats that hide suits of leather armor. These two men also look him over as he comes down. Brinna walks in, carrying her bow in one hand and dirk in the other. She moves over to the bar, orders a drink and bends over to tighten the laces of her boot. She bends at the waist, not using her knees, capturing all the men's attention but the one in scale mail. He instantly becomes more alert. Sitting down with his drink, he watches Giardi and Ogmund come in, they are both dressed like drovers. Ogmund carries a crooked shepherd's staff. They both have their weapons and move to the table next to Elspeth and sit down and order. Ivyian doesn't see them, but he hears two others out on the porch talking quietly, almost whispering. See any sign of her? She was said to have come this way. With one of those tall elves. He hears a pipe tapped against the railing and places both men on the porch even though he can't see them. The one tapping the pipe, says in a very slow sounding voice, a caster's voice, No word if they came this way or not. We are here to make certain. The elf we kill, the woman we take back to the Count. She is supposed to be Quick Shadows daughter, so be careful. Blosque is said to be full of rebels and angry Flemish. Both men laugh at that and the first man says, Well Father, the beer is good, the scenery is fine, so it hasn't been a total waste of a trip. Ivyian looks back to Elspeth and that is when he notices one of the "local" looking fellows wears a dirty butcher's apron, but his boots are clean. The man next to him is dressed the same. They both have curly dark hair and faces heavily tanned by the sun. There is another man over by the door. He is dry, but the cloak hanging off the back of his chair drips a slightly greenish colored water. He has a long straight dagger in his left boot, the kind favored by Normans.

Endellion Endellion is on the steps of the Inn when she hears one of the horses with barding wheeze heavily. She can tell it has a broken rib and probably has for some time. Both horses look in poor shape. She enters holding onto Hew. They both look the room over and neither Endellion or Hew see any cause for alarm. The two elves look surprised at seeing Endellion and both smile and nod courteously to her. She hears them talking in another elven language. They are definitely excited she noticed them. One of them takes out a compact mirror and starts combing his hair while the other is obviously teasing his friend. She can hear heavy footsteps in the kitchen and slight bang noise, followed by two definite punches to someone's stomach. A gruff voice says, Hold him, he deserves another for serving elves if no other reason. She hears four other men coming down the stairs before she sees them. They all wear chain shirts and breast plates and carry short swords and studded maces. They are speaking to each other in Norman, which she doesn't understand, but she can tell they are not happy. Hew and Voraiya have already moved next to a window and have made no indication they came to see Breyla as they calmly order ales and porridge. Looking over at Breyla, Endellion can see the fear on her face, but no recognition of the Normans, except for the fact they are Normans and rather unkind. Once she sits down, Hew touches her thigh, letting her know to get ready for a fight if one breaks out. She can't see, but she can hear outside in the yard four men, speaking with Norman accents to one of the small serving boys of the Inn. Listen boy, speak proper or we'll knock another tooth out and give you what they are giving your Dad in the kitchen. Now tell us when the woman with the roan horse arrived? You know that don't you? Don't you? She hears the sound of a kick and the boy falls over, coughing from the pain and fear.

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Ivy asked the server, for a slice of pie to go with his bowl of oatmeal and Rolls, as well as some juice of the kind they may have the Most of.

He is hoping if Gru hears him order pie he will arrive ( if he was not already there) and help to point out the darker folks.

He doesn't Look at the men by the fire as he looked to the door, , before turning his head to them.Frost MArch? it is plain to see your Mother may have had some dalliances in the past, that she would tell you tales of such places, to cover where she may have went...Those elves up that way? you need not fear, 'lest you cross their boarders. Now Elves that roam the lands... that is something you need fear. because they roam for a reason. A good example is the High Vale raiders,
they cut a swath, putting scum in the ground. well..Until thier leader was killed, A lesser version of those Raider continued, from what i understand,,,but... that is the way of things. Is it not?

The server Brought the food over, he thanked her and set the pie, slightly away from himself.If you do not like Elves, you are in the wrong town, not only are the a number of us. But lower beings who insult us, hurt our feelings, we react, rather badly. I am sure you may have seen examples of those reaction Taked to Dead trees or Stumps....

the took a spoonful of oatmeal, his legs sliding slightly, to spring up as needed.

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Endellion Languages: Sylvan, Common, Pixie, Gnome, Elven **Notes: Endellion still speaks in Elvish for the most part but will use Common when it comes to interactions with Hew.. The sound of the horses gave Endellion pause, a frown coming to her fair features as she looked to them, still listening and hearing their distress. There was a tinge of pain that shot through her and she found herself unconsciously placing a hand upon her chest, tears welling in her eyes. These magnificent beasts were mistreated…without word to Voraiya or Hew, Endellion went to them, tentatively hoping that they would welcome her and be calm so she could tend to them… Upon seeing the elves and how they responded to her made her blush and give them a soft, shy smile. The language they spoke though intrigued her…a dialect that she had not heard. She had wanted to approach but the sound of heavy footsteps drew her attention followed by the sound and words. The smile melted as she looked up to Hew and then to Voraiya, unsure on what to do. There was tension…the air felt heavy. “Hew?” she softly asked, moving with him quickly, not trusting in the others that have made their appearance. Her unease was clear as she kept looking to those in the room and her eyes darting to the door that concealed was sounded to be a beating. She didn’t want to be here…she didn’t see anything overly concerning…but her instincts told her otherwise. “Hew…Voraiya?” her voice wavered, on the verge of tears, eyes pleading that they do something.

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Ivyian Ivyian starts speaking and the room quiets, then is completely silent except for the smooth sound of Ivyian's calm, calm voice. Ivyian finishes speaking and several long moments pass until one of the men by the fire, the one who spoke of the Ardennes stands up, hand on his still sheathed dagger. Two other men follow his lead and stand as well. The rest remained seated, watching and waiting. One of them has pulled a crossbow into his lap and is getting ready to wind and load. Outside on the porch, Ivyian's elven hearing lets him know those men are listening as well and one of them, the man not smoking the pipe has stood and tried to quietly move next to the door. He has also drawn his broad sword. Ivyian hears all this, knowing the men, the humans, have no idea he has heard them. The man touching his dagger stares down at Ivyian, who remains calm and sitting, showing not the least bit of worry. You sound rather threatening for a pale frail, says the man. That is an insult Ivyian hasn't heard since he left Falcon's Point. The man doesn't seem to notice the true "locals," moving aside and getting ready to duck. Nor does he notice the other Night Blades making ready. The man is totally focused on Ivyian. Now why don't you tell me what you know of any strangers, a tall elf and a young woman come to town recently. You tell me what I want to know you don't lose your teeth. The man stands there, grinning. His fellows behind start grinning too and one even lets out a bit of laugh. https://youtu.be/izyVEzlIBpk OOC- If Ivyian wants to attack, roll for initiative and att and dam. If he wants to keep talking, roll for sense motive and spot

Endellion Endellion moved over to the horses. Her touch instantly calmed them. These horses trusted her completely, their current owners, not at all. One of the horse cranes his head over, softly snuffling her hair and cheek. He was a huge draft horse at one time. He is now leaner and weaker due to poor treatment and men trying to turn him into a warhorse. Endellion senses the gentleness in his great heart and she knew he could walk through a stream of children and not harm a single one. She does what she can for the horses before moving inside the Inn. Hew and Endellion and Voraiya enter the Inn and quickly find seats. Endellion notices Linise, another of the Night Blades moving around the tables, serving drinks and cleaning up dishes. She then notices Edrith, a dark haired, dark eyed warrior and one of the Night Blades sitting by the fire. He looks half a sleep, but Endellion can tell that he is not. He is here watching Breyla. Endellion hears the sounds of the beating behind the door and instantly notices the two elves looking that way with concerned looks on their faces. They look around, clearly wondering what to do. One of them has his hand on the handle of his sword and looks ready to draw his blade and crash through the door. His companion stalls him, a very, very worried look on his face. Voraiya makes small growling noises and nudges Hew with her foot. Hew stands up, resting a hand on Endellion's shoulder, reassuring her. He loosens his blades in his scabbard and starts to move towards the closed kitchen door. Endellion at that moment hears a heavily accented voice in her head, Relkin, friend, aid, help boy. She knows enough about magic to know it is a message spell cast by a younger, not yet fully trained mage. She looks around the room and sees him. He is sitting at the end of the bar, kind of out of the way. He looks young, for a human. He has dark, wavy brown hair, cobalt blue eyes and warm, engaging smile. He nods at her as he smiles, letting Endellion know if she moves to the door, he will follow and help. OOC-Endellion, if you want to move to the kitchen, roll for initiative and whatever other actions you want.

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Dice Roll:

1d20+13

(8)+13

Total = 21

spot

Dice Roll:

1d20+13

(10)+13

Total = 23

sense motive

Ivy pushes his , mostly eaten meal aside, takes a quick look at the pie, as he stands. You seem rather, ugly, for orc spawn. Was it your father's side, or your Mothers ?

His left hand just waves it off, as he feels the comfort of the small steel blade fill that hand, His right arm grasps the Hilt of his Blade.

The fool needs to stop cranking his crossbow., if he loads it, no matter how this turns out. he will be dead...I have had many encounters with
Scum from Falcon's Point, those who were too afraid to stand up to the Cardinal, and the Tax collectors..so they went after peaceful folks. My cousin and I, well...that never
sat well with us. We have decorated many a dead tree or stumps with folk like you

now? if you put your weapons on the floor, and leave, most of you might still be alive, by the time your reach the Gate. or you can choose to stay, and your body can feed our hell beasts we keep in the cellar.

His voice rose , just a tad as he acted a bit more angry,..you can never tell what magics might be released, since you entered this town with Bad Intentions.... he let an eyebrow rise...well?