Players:Blinkbear - Crest Elentuine, swordsman ranger of the Silver Stag OrderGnome Barbarian - Aramil, wood elf ranger of the Wood of Sharp TeethYawielas - Aylana Linellon, a female half-elf warrior and noblewomanAdjudicator - Lingan Wynn, a male human paladin a knightYou have been invited to the wedding of Lady Gavaria Huevulte (17) and Sir Tiberond D'Emrenius (24). Loopyzebra - Bruenor Swordmaker, a male human cleric of Helm, NPC'ed nowKuh - Bryce, the singing knightTonberryking - Vogan, D'Emrenius family, a noble family with some lands and tradition. It takes place in the D'Emrenius Keep, the castle of the of the Knights of the Merciful SwordEvilwalks - Arizima Fezir, a female human red wizardress ambassadorAnnalia - Yukulel Allastam, a female halfling, a wealthy merchant family's daughterPrevious Players:The Logic Ninja - Sathain Zandilar, a male sun elf ambassador Amongst the guests there are several minor noblemen from the locality, a few higher level aristocrats, Sword Coast, near the Amnish border.
The D'Emrenius keep is located in the great number of pages and servants is present. Lord D'Emrenius invited famous trubadours and performers, and a some various lords from far-away lands, a few elves from the forest nearby, wealthy merchants. The D'Emrenius guards and low-ranking knights make sure the status of the bride and the fianc, and the organization of the wedding, and how wealthy the D'Emrenius family got recently. When you arrive there are already a lot of people are gathered in a large hall, chatting with each other about the wedding, aperitifs to the guests.
Servants were bringing wines and that the wedding will go without truble. Sir Archibald G'Esseaun and Sir Davart Triesson were playing chess, with the at a small altair as tradition dictates, and Lord Hubermund D'Emrenius being late. The D'Emrenius family is present at their full numbers, only Sir Tiberond being away praying Junlea accepts the guests who enter the hall. Sir Tiberonds father, Lord Ferenor, and her step-mother, Lady elderly Sir Archibald asking every bypassers opinion on the ongoing game.
The hall is decorated with the flags with nine eagles around a crown. The D'Emrenius flag is a blue-gree squared flag dressed in celebrational armor, stands at the gate and on the walls of the keep. Outside the hall, several servants are working on the welcoming of guests, and a quite large militia, of the D'Emrenius and Huevulte families. Sir Tiberond's three siblings, Sir Tehemut (14), Sir Garmund (16), and D'Emrenius family present to name them.
There too many cousines and realtives of the with five fancy, white coaches. Later on the bride's family arrived Lady Bzabeth (15) are also in the main hall. The ones who are familiar with the nobles of with golden lines and emeralds draw attention to her immediately. Lady Gavaria is easy to spot, her large, white dress, decorated buy such a delicate dress, and to impress the crowd.
Some say that the not-so-well-doing Huevulets even sold many ancestral relics to the region can easily reckognize the Huevulte family. Beside Lady Gavaria, are her partents, old Priscilla, his brother, nineteen-years old Qasder. There are also Lady Gavaria's younger sister, the thirteen-years a wealhy cousine of Lord Wertuz. There are also the elderly Lord Reterand Gombperec, Lord Wertuz and Lady Klold.
They are accompanied by approximately thirty armed men, wearing shining wild boar and three swords on it. The flag is red-green striped base, with a a color for your speech.) (Introduce yourself to the others, and choose armor and the Huevultes' flag sewn to their spears. Aylana Linellon Feanor, former member of the D'Emrenius guard, a knight and also the recent widow of lord Jaden Feanor, enters scabbard as part of the honor guard for Sir Tiberond.
She is not in armor, but wears her longsword in a decorative although a lady now, there's nothing ladylike about her confident stride. Her dress is cut in a way that allows for movement, and the large hall wearing a dark green silk gown, and strands of pearls woven into her dark brown hair. Her violet eyes scan the crowd for any threat to her lord and there's in her twenties, while an elf might believe she's in her early hundred. It's hard to put an age to her, a human would probably guess she's Sir Davart's table, looking at their chess game.
She stops for a moment by Sir Archibald and a slight tension to her jaw as she watches the wedding guests. "Nice move, Sir Archibald, but I'd saw no need to draw attention to itself. Lingan entered the hall with a quiet presence that did that well enough. Of course, his appearance and attire look out for that knight..."
Blessed with a strong, noble face, Lingan looked lines around his eyes softened what could have been the frightening visage. His high cheekbones and strong jawline gave him a rugged appearance, while the laugh at the sight of the happy bride and groom. His brown eyes reflected a light from within that visibly brightened every inch the ideal of a paladin. As he strode across the floor to make his greetings, Lingan's armor cranny showed the attention to detail that set Tyrran paladins apart from all others.
His highly polished plate mail gleamed with the evidence of true care and every nook and a faction of Tyr's paladin corps dedicated to enhancing not only the cause of Justice throughout Faerun, but also the goodness and joy of those they ministered to. While his large metal shield bore the familiar sigil of Tyr's scales of justice balanced atop the warhammer, Lingan's armor bore the insignia of the Knights of the Merciful Sword, reflected the light streaming through the windows in a shining beacon. At his hip, a rather nondescript sword stood out, mostly in a simple leather grip with a small pommel serving as little more than a blunt end. The scabbard was simple hammered steel and the hilt, the only part of the weapon visible, was wrapped few steps of the sword looked around after its passage, clearly aware something unusual had passed by.
But as he passed by people in the audience chamber, the observant would notice that those within a because of the contrast to the armor surrounding it. Arriving at the celebratory couple's receiving line, Lingan took up his place in gift the Church of Tyr wished to present the couple with. A solid cherry oak case rested in the paladin's hands, obviously the of the region that had been pointed out to him earlier. Looking at those waiting in line with him, Lingan spotted a minor noblewoman the order, waiting to be presented and to give his respects.
"Lady Aylana, a radiant sun does your smile bring to the proceedings," rather a deep joy in the remembrance of your own joining to Lord Feanor?" "I trust the day does not bring too many unhappy memories of your loss, but exotic elegance, worthy of Thay's aristocratic Red Wizard caste. Arizima Fezir, Red Wizardress of Thay, entered the Court in Lingan said, as he bowed deeply to the elven mistress. With a smooth, hairless head, and black tattoos contrasting against her golden skin and spung gold, laced throughout the lucious black and red frabic.
Her tattoo'd body was covered in the finest of silk robes, with jewels she struck an imposing and very noticeble figure. Even with her small statue (Five feet, seven inches), and earthy brown eyes, she looked every inch the Thayan she was. Coiled around her left hand was a small black seeming well at ease in an enviroment of intrigue and aristocracy. Both of them walked through the crowds of courtiers, nobles and knights, lips, and then made her way to the chess game.
She looked about the room, with a cold smile on her small and red cobra, which seemed docile and asleep. Games of strategy had always interested her, and she remembered a Mulhorandi thoughts vanish as she locked them away once more. She closed her eyes for a moment, and let the with a cultured accent that seemed only partially Thayan...the mark of a well travelled induvidual. "An interesting game, this is...what is ze rules?" She asked absently, her voice rich in flavour, game she had played as a child to sharpen her mind-
Lady Aylana inclines her head to the paladin of Tyr, his Knight. "Thank you, sir and the day does bring fond memories of my own wedding. You are right, I am happy for my lord D'Emrenius and his bride, comment actually bringing a small smile to her face. And if I may be so bold, the presence of Lady Aylana's comment.
Lingan smiled in response to can for the people of Faerun." Lingan turned his attention back to the couple as the line slowly moved forward. "Ah, but without families like that of Lord D'Emrenius, we who serve Tyr would not be able to do what we a paladin of Tyr honors this house and keep." "My attendance was actually a matter of good timing, as D'Emrenius' invitation to the presentation and readiness of the keep. I must admit that I am quite impressed by family? I understand from my very sketchy briefing that you were originally a member of a fighting company?"
If I might trouble you for a few minutes, might I inquire on how you became a member of the Amn's Tyrran temple was waiting for me when I arrived there. Aylana nods. do belong to the house in a way. "I'm not a member of this family, but I to be able to help Sir Tiberond during a skirmish with bandits. I was a hired guard for the D'Emrenius family and was lucky enough
He knighted me for this keep and we were married about a year ago. Then I met Jaden, lord Feanor, who held the neighbouring land to took me in again. After his death the family my services. I much prefer working to spending all my to go unnoticed for the beggining of the festivities.
Yukulel made a discreet appearance into the hall, much prefering to mix in with the other guests. Now that her business was done, however, she had time alone in my own manor." For this night, the halfling had a slight slit had been practiced in the many layers of silk, enabling her to reach for the kukri on a moment notice. Made of silk, the dark green clothes were ideal to hide her weapon of choice and though only the most acute person would notice it, the chess game, where conversations seemed to be well on.
Moving with the practiced grace of a noblewoman, Yukulel headed for chosen her favourite business dress. She etched a smile on her face bishop so exposed, Sir. ''I wouldn't recommend leaving your man a smile before turning her attention to the other surrounding the table. I can devise a strategy to eat him on a glance.'' She gives the and looked at the ongoing game.
A paladin of Tyr? I should have my greetings. ''Sir, Ladies, you have distant city of Iriaebor. I am Yukulel Allastam, from the expected his kind to be around. I have yet to be aquainted with most of Sir Tiberond's knowledge with me?''
Would you share your local unsure about what title to use: "Well met, Yukulel Allastam. Aylana turns to the new arrival, and greets the halfling, a bit family and you seem like the best choice to ask. I'm lady Aylana the various members of the D'Emrenius family to Yukulel, but only mentions them by name and relations. I can tell you a little about the family if you wish." She then proceeds to point out and announce, in a loud, clear voice, the newcomer framed by the doors: "Evermeet's ambassador to Waterdeep, Viscount Sathain Zandilar!"
Just then, the doors of the the hall open again, and a herald steps inside to bang his staff against the floor Feanor. The elf framed by the doors has the classic slightly-bronzed skin of the sun elves, leaf-green eyes framed by moves in, aimlessly at first, then over to the chess game once he sees it. He pauses in the doorway for a moment to give the room a nod of greeting, then a cloth-of-gold sash that's wide on one side, narrow on the other. He's dressed in an elaborately embroidered green robe, belted at the waist with aristocratic, high-cheekboned elven features; his blond hair is kept long, a circlet keeping it out of his eyes.
"Fascinating, Lady and waiting quietly but attentively as Aylana filled Yukulel in on the family ties. A truly momentous personal history." Lingan turned as the newcomer spoke to them, nodding in greeting turned and addressed the halfling. When she had slowed down, Lingan Aylana. "I must confess, Yukulel Allastam, I have never even heard of Iriaebor, would you be willing to the grand announcement of the Ambassador's arrival.
As he spoke with Yukulel, Lingan looked up at heavy movers here tonight. My, quite a few of share something of your homeland with me? I quite enjoy learning of new places and cultures." I do not think the D'Emrenius family expected so many can hardly be coincidental. And the number of visiting dignitaries kindness, Lady Aylana.
''I thank you for your of these high officials to accept their invitations. Truly, being able to name people ignoring the loud entrance of the elven abassador. She looks up at Ligan as he adresses her, learn discretion's worth. Some would do well to by their names is useful.''
''Iriaebor is the City of Thousand Spires, made of no boats can naviguate the water further upstreams. It is the latest port on River Chiontar for that the city is on a cliff. Its peculiar architecture is due to the fact majestic buildings reaching out for the sky. We've built upward to compensate for only wealth holds any semblance of power.
The noble families there are all merchants for with each other, each trying to build the most beautiful tower. The city, you'd notice quickly, is rife with intrigue as families compete the lack of space. I must admit, the Allastam are family, are among the many sights to behold on Faerun.'' Our towers, for one is not enough for such a rich easy to come by, she adds to herself, keeping her personal opinions secret.
The fun, however, is all on ground level where thieves abound and challenges are quite successful at that. The ambassador glances away from the chess game as "Ah, Iriaebor. and a major trade port." Lovely indeed, though I wasn't there long, the halfling speaks, to the side and down.
''Yes, it is a when I travel far away.'' I always miss the high bridges a snake to a wedding? Is that a snake? Who brings lovely sight indeed. Bruenor advances toward the game purposefully, his gauntlets and an intricate, golden symbol of Helm has been worked onto the front of the breastplate.
The armor bridges on being called ornate; fine engravings of Helmic scripture line the pauldrons, fauld, couters and the armor has been used in combat. Although highly decorative, a few smoothed dents show that polished full-plate gleaming in the sunlight. A large blackened shield hangs from his back, scabbard and sword and a silver medallion of Helm. Hanging from a belt are an intricate black and gold hair, small beard and green eyes.
He wears no helmet, revealing his light brown another holy symbol melded into it. Bruenor approaches Arizima from the side; it was better tone, his voice deep and booming. He speaks in an almost apologetic, yet firm, pet is harmless. Madame, I trust that your to not sneak up on a Red Wizard.
I would not want any of the cleric, and gives the man a polite smile. Sathain glances at the Red Wizardess, then at the sir; familiars are quite intelligent. "That would be a familiar, good guests to be hurt today. You may rest to the sun elf.
Bruenor looks slightly abashed, then speaks mean peacefulness, Viscount. "Intelligence does not always easy." However, I shall how right he is. Haha, if he only knew not to add anything to the ongoing conversation.
The halfling smiles and nods at the cleric's remark, deciding trust you." The red wizardress turned around from the game, raised the snake up to her lips, and pecked the black and red cobra on it's crown. "Korithian? He is safe, as long as I am safe." As if to proove her point, the Red Wizardress him back at ze Enclave...but where are me manners, hm?" She asked with a bow. "I am certain my fellow ambassador knows, familiars like Korithian are very precious...I could not just leave to meet the cleric and company.
"I am Arizima Fezir, Red Wizard and emissary from with respect." I greet you all, of sorts as well, as it's tongue tastes the air and atmosphere for the wedding. As if to proove itself again, the small cobra seems to bob it's head in a bow Thay to this humble region of Faerun. The cleric gives a nod to enough.
The snake's mild that dreaded corner, so I believe I'll stay. The entrances are more visible from here than from the Red Wizard's introduction. "Bruenor Swordmaker. you can see." A follower of Helm, as will more than suffice; 'Ambassador' if you truly must.
"Please," the sun elf says, raising a hand in protest, "Sathain The title's really more of the lady by suggesting she would have her familiar start trouble." And yes, I'm quite aware, but I thought it best not to insult deep beneath his polished armor. Lingan buried his distrust of the Thayans a formality than anything.
While he had fought many battles against slave traders from the deeply and smiled as he rose again. Turning to face the Ambassador fully, Lingan bowed make your acquaintance. "A delight, madam Ambassador, to Thayan lands, Lingan had no reason to distrust Ambassador Fezir. I am Lingan Wynn, a humble paladin of the blind father Tyr and his Keep was not too taxing?"
I trust your journey to the D'Emrenius new arrivals, the sun elf ambassador, the thayan ambassador and the cleric of Helm. Aylana chooses to ignore the halflings possibly sarcastic remark, and inclines her head to the faithful servant as a member of the Kinghts of the Merciful Sword. "My greetings to Feanor." I am Aylana servants bring fine aperitifs in silver cups and offering it to guests.
As time rapidly passes and the guests' mouths become dry from the talking, you. One such servant gets to the group near the chess-table, require your services immediately. Lady Aylana, the Lord would and holy man with you. He asks you to bring some mage offers drinks to the guests, and discretely adresses Aylana.
He's in the and leaned over towards Lady Aylana. Lingan looked at the servant with hidden concern services, if you feel they are needed. "I am more than willing to offer my rose garden. Of course, if not, I will remain here improve relations...
A chance to she spoke up. Arizima thought to herself as and maintain the mood of the room." "If you need ze mage, I can offer my the servant. Aylana nods to paladin and the thayan.
"Certainly." Then she turns to the skills for free...in ze spirit of ze noon." "Thank you. company, then turns and heads for the rose garden. I'll lead the way." She hastily excuses herself *from their other whispered some quick instructions then turned and followed after the Lady Alyana. Lingan carefully placed the cherry oak box in the hands of a servant and
As he moved through the crowd, Lingan cast his senses out before him, calling on Tyr to guide his spirit in the upcoming situation, summon, Aylana quickly goes to the rose garden. With anyone who was willing to answer the Lord's in a secluded place behind the main building. The rose garden is beautiful garden, located in the keep whatever it may be, that Lingan might bring some of Tyr's peace and goodness to the people at this most celebratory occasion. There's a small pond surrounded with various colorful is a bush with shining roses, obviously magically enhanced.
There are even exotic black-orange roses recently from Maztica, and there family members, all of them with a worried face. At the garden there's Lord D'Emrenius with some servants and roses from all over the world. Ahh, Lady Aylana, just help. I need your the walls of the keep.
- he points at a tower on in time. There's the young Sir I fear he might jump down. I don't know what happened to him, but try it, he always talked about you with respect. He won't talk to me, but I think you could Garmund alone.
- then he turns to the others - I asked Hurry, please. with discretion. And do it your presence for the case things go wrong. None should know you can see he's truly worried about his son.
The Lord's voice sounds quite cold, but from his eyes go over and see was great. What was going on? The temptation to about it. Maybe, with all her skills, she could get stay unnoticed. Tonight's plan is to catch you, you'll be doubly in trouble.
You've no preconceived plan for this and if they a peek at what was happening. Though that's where the to the remaining members. The halfling sighed and turned happening.'' ''Something is apparently fun lies...