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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 8:43:23 GMT
I shake my head. "Ah, you flatter me, Captain. I trust to Galadrin's protection, and I knew that I was coming here to meet the Skafa Captain. Surely, I could depend on his gallantry to look after me, being but a girl?"
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Post by Diocles on Jan 6, 2021 8:45:00 GMT
The captain chuckles low and sidles closer to you. "A silver tongue, too? I know you flatter, but I'll take it." He clinks his mug with yours. "I'm Aberana, cheif of the Skafa clan."
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 8:49:47 GMT
I lift my mug to his. "I am Mairwyn," I say. "Of Clan Tuath."
This is true, though, I do not go by this name any longer. Still, I do not wish to say the named "Ravenwood" unless I must.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 6, 2021 8:51:52 GMT
The drinking continues.
CON check
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 8:54:01 GMT
(Made it on the money!)
I am careful with my next one, trying to pace myself a bit.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 6, 2021 8:55:46 GMT
You slow down, but the captain doesn't, and soon he stands on the table singing and dancing and extolling the praises of Mikkel Ironeye. "And any of you'd been out there, you'd have shat your pants!" Then he chortles. "Oh what am I saying? You Zenji wear skirts!"
WIS check
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 8:56:36 GMT
(Make it)
I glance around the tavern. How are the Zenji taking this?
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Post by Diocles on Jan 6, 2021 8:56:48 GMT
Not well.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 8:59:42 GMT
I reach up and take the Captain's arm. "Please, Captain, will you take me back to the other inn, where my cousin is? I ... am feeling a little unsteady, and I would like your protection as I return, for Mikkel's sake?"
I need to get him out of here before he gets himself killed, or the Zenji do.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 6, 2021 9:02:34 GMT
The captain is more than happy to be led by someone like you out of the inn, and it's just in time. Aberana is armed and apparently knows how to use his sword, being a man of the world, but still he was outnumbered, and 12 mangey dogs can kill a lion. And the captain is becoming more leonine the more drink he has in him. He loosens his thick black hair from its binding, and it falls longer than you estimated it to be. He has a mischievous gleam in his dark eye. "Come, Mairwyn! What more is there to drink in this town?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 9:04:42 GMT
"I think that they have honeymead at the inn where I am staying?" I suggest, and I lead him there. That way, when he finally passes out, I can slip up to my room without difficulty.
Tomorrow will be enough time to see the map.
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Post by Diocles on Jan 6, 2021 13:34:20 GMT
Aberana has quite the hangover next morning, but after dumping snow over his head and shoulders, his head is right. "Mairwyn, I'm ready to show you those maps if you still want to see them, and let me just come right out and ask: will you be our Sentinel?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 6, 2021 23:53:28 GMT
I stare. "What? But I am ... you have guessed where I met Mikkel Ironeye, haven't you?"
Then I think. This might be perfect! A larger group, for safety, with more solid means of getting supplies, and they travel up north often.
"I could not, in good conscience, agree without discussing it with my protectors," I say. "But I would like to become your Sentinel, though it cannot be forever. I have a pressing task of my own. But during this next journey of yours--you are going northward now, of course--I think that I could serve you in that fashion."
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Post by Diocles on Jan 7, 2021 0:17:26 GMT
Aberana nods. "Yes, I guessed it. I've been around sentinels long enough to recognize Ravenwood tricks. Well, I'm pleased to hear you tentatively agree. We want to set out but have been reluctant to do so without a sentinel. Do you want to go talk to your friends? I'd like to meet them, too, if they're going to be part of my caravan."
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 7, 2021 0:18:53 GMT
"I would be glad to introduce you," I say. "But I am quite hopeful I can convince them. My Cousin Aethyl, in particular, takes care to guard my conscience, and I do not think it would be right to leave you unaided since you have asked for it."
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