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by Emlyn Cuch » Sat Jul 30, 2011 11:57 am
by Nalaya » Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:46 pm
by Snefaldia » Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:38 pm
by Knootoss » Sun Jul 31, 2011 4:05 pm
by Krioval » Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:52 am
Nalaya wrote:She bowed slightly to Anselm. "Hail, friend. Are you another of our group? If so, let us be boarded and away soon. We can speak when this port is vanishing behind us."
by Nalaya » Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:51 am
Krioval wrote:Nalaya wrote:She bowed slightly to Anselm. "Hail, friend. Are you another of our group? If so, let us be boarded and away soon. We can speak when this port is vanishing behind us."
"You could say that. My position is a complicated one among these fine gentlemen," Anselm said, allowing the slightest trace of sarcasm to enter his tone. "I suppose that I will be along for the ride, in any case. What brings you to this lovely, albeit rainy, part of the world?"
by Krioval » Mon Aug 01, 2011 1:59 pm
Nalaya wrote:"If I knew, I would gladly answer you. I am on a pilgrimage. I will walk until I have seen enough, and then I will return. What called me to this place is anyone's guess," Ashkhen said politely. "I am Knight-Captain Ashkhen Zmroudkh. How do you style yourself?"
by Nalaya » Mon Aug 01, 2011 2:30 pm
Krioval wrote:Nalaya wrote:"If I knew, I would gladly answer you. I am on a pilgrimage. I will walk until I have seen enough, and then I will return. What called me to this place is anyone's guess," Ashkhen said politely. "I am Knight-Captain Ashkhen Zmroudkh. How do you style yourself?"
"I am Anselm of Konstanz." When there was no visible reaction, he continued. "A soldier on pilgrimage? I suppose one could say the same about me. You have incredible skill on horseback, Knight-Captain. I was never terribly good at it myself."
by Snefaldia » Mon Aug 01, 2011 4:51 pm
by Krioval » Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:45 pm
Nalaya wrote:"A soldier of heaven, Anselm of Konstanz," Ashkhen said with a smile. "I am but a servant. And you yourself have the look of a learned man. I envy you that greatly...I did not have the opportunity to ever learn my letters. Where I am from, it is...frowned upon, unless you are a member of the correct caste. But someday, that will change."
She held out her hand to him in a proper greeting. Whether or not he was truly a good man, only time would tell. But she liked the look of him, in a strange way. Someone else who wandered searching for a meaning. Besides, he conducted himself with more respect than most in this country. It endeared him to the warrior of St.Dismas.
Snefaldia wrote:The sound of a great bell sounded, three times in quick succession, then once, and then thrice again. On the pinnacle of the eastern bank there was a huge tower rising into the air, surmounted by a four-pillared bronze basin, beneath which was another four-pillared basin from which a great bronze bell hung. Ɖum-nŏ-gën, taking a sip from a wineskin, pointed.
"The Watchtower. They can see for five miles from the top, to sound the morning and the watch bells. There are six of them, thirty miles chain on either side of the river. Only heard it sounded in battle once myself." he fell silent, murmuring and making arcane hand motions to the water and the tower. He poured a little bit of the red wine in his skin over the side into the water. "Keep the River quenched, and she won't need your blood." he said with a wink at Ashkhen.
by Snefaldia » Wed Aug 03, 2011 3:22 pm
by Nalaya » Wed Aug 03, 2011 4:29 pm
Snefaldia wrote:Ɖum-nŏ-gën frowned, looking between the water and Anselm. "Guard your speech,. man." he said sharply. "It's flood season now, and the Lady Saard is still thin from winter. Best pray to your gods that she doesn't swell with the waters of the north until we're well away."
With his left hand, he fingered a silver chain wrapped in his long hair, scanning the horizon waters as the ship slid along. "Fear and love her, Lady Saard, she gives life and takes it." he muttered to himself.
by The Altani Confederacy » Wed Aug 03, 2011 11:41 pm
by Krioval » Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:29 am
by Nalaya » Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:16 pm
Krioval wrote:Anselm nodded gravely. "By all means, make offerings to whomever you feel will reward you in turn. I should recommend strongly that one of our company request that the crew of this vessel not void themselves directly into the river. I have a feeling that Her Ladyship might not find such an 'offering' to her liking." His expression brightened. "I am thirsty. I have a small store of Frisian ale liberated some weeks ago that is still in good condition. Would anybody care to partake?"
by Snefaldia » Thu Aug 04, 2011 2:07 pm
by Krioval » Thu Aug 04, 2011 2:10 pm
Nalaya wrote:Ashkhen gave Anselm a slight, somewhat amused smile. "That depends, my friend. Will you extend the same invitation to the Lady Saard? I do not fancy drinking my ale at the bottom of her waters," she said. It was a slight tease of the man, as he seemed altogether too caught up in the philosophy of such things. In her homeland, it was understood that all things in the world possessed spirits. They were not feared or mistrusted, just acknowledged in the same way that rain falls from the sky and fire burns.
Perhaps that was the hardest part of living under the Church of Azyran. The damned snake-priests had done their best to crush those traditions. The tombs of ancestral heroes were desecrated, wayshrines burned, oracles murdered. It made the whole land sick.
Snefaldia wrote:"The northerner is a cruel man, sending us so far north." he murmured, tapping a spot on the map. "Taygattë is cold even in midsummer, and the people are a different sort from their cousins, different bones. Knew a man from Taygattë, handy with an axe, but he was too much mallash."
He looked up, eying the horizon, and the wind shifted ever so slightly, the ship groaning in the water to take the larboard breeze. "They've got a weird queen up there, beautiful and cold." he went on, relaying some of the lore of the north. "She killed all the arsaths that came her way to preach Aatem Nal, until ebt Awmen himself went. Least, that's what they say Upriver. Never quite went the full length, I think, which is why she gives this wild ascetic his seat. With a name like Savongla he must be full mallash himself and they've got weirding ways and the Bear's sorcery."
"Aatem Nal, some of them don't go in for magic. They talk a big game about unity and such, but then there's Tavvakum..." he fell silent, turning his attention to the map. "Where's the ale, then?" he said gruffly, rubbing the scar on his face.
by Nalaya » Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:51 pm
Krioval wrote:Anselm regarded Ɖum-nŏ-gën with mild interest. "I know from cold, being born in the mountains. And I once traveled with a Norseman what felt nearly like to the edge of the Earth. It's part of what got me in so much trouble back then. Adventurous days, those." He caught himself and pushed the reminiscence out of the way. "The ale is in my cabin, if you will follow. This way. And mind the step at the entryway. Can't tell you how many times I tripped over the thing when I started here."
by Emlyn Cuch » Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:18 pm
by Snefaldia » Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:22 pm
by The Altani Confederacy » Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:22 pm
by Nalaya » Tue Aug 09, 2011 1:13 pm
The Altani Confederacy wrote:Yesukai grinned at the prospect of ale, walking behind Ashkhen and Anselm. "Whoever these red-hoods are, they are wise to fear the sound of approaching hooves. The people where I am from have learned to fear it as well. It means my kinsmen are approaching, and none can hope to stand against them," he said, a slightly wistful tone in his voice at the thought of it. "I wonder how your cavalry would fare against my Horde," he added, with a mischievous glance at Ashkhen. "Either way, it would be a glorious battle, I imagine."
by The Altani Confederacy » Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:15 am
by Krioval » Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:34 am
by Snefaldia » Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:38 am
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