8:02pm 2018-2-20 Smon Has entered the room
Smon: mm. lovely clean floor
Smon: Around 2pm on 21/8/47, Sir Baltek, Nightshadow and their retinue of 5 men at arms & 1 very ugly valet arrive at Castle Hara.
Sandor Sunneson: Is Kosvar required tonight?
Smon: They barely freshen up before going to meet with Princess Lyssana and her own retinue. Prisha is with the Princess, Orph, and talking with Priestess Delanie who has been educating Porkins & his squad on the teachings of Meroya...
joriandrake: I will try to visit or notify Kosvar tonight, or tomorrow (ingame)
Smon: @Fergus no
Sandor Sunneson: Cool, nw
Smon: Prob be 2 sessions before KOsvr
Smon: kosvar
Sandor Sunneson: Ok, he'll just chill around Hara
Smon: Baltek explains to the Princess that a few days after she left, a messenger arrived from Hara inviting King Koloth to Council.
Smon: Koloth not being strong enough to go, chose Baltek & his Wise Fool.
joriandrake: Prisha nods "They assumed we already came because that invitation"
joriandrake: Prisha looks at Delanie again "...and be sure to listen to what happens, diplomacy is a great part of our duty as a priestess...even mistakes of which we learn"
DESTROYERBILL: NS koloth said himself he was to old and weak so he sent us and now were here to protect the princess and do a the diplamatick job the king wants us to doc
DESTROYERBILL: the c at the end was an acsident
Smon: >>and be sure to listen to what happens<< Delanie nods attentively to Prisha. "Yes, Mistress."
joriandrake: After making sure Delanie understood Prisha turns to Nightshadow "I understand that, but while we were here the Princess was already recognized as representative of Carchimish. I'M not sure how easy it would be to change the list of guests now. What do you think Lyssana? Sir Baltek could be your bodyguard and perhaps NS an extra envoy, or servant?"
DESTROYERBILL: and this vally here will serve you mostly but will serve me and baltek a bit
DESTROYERBILL: the king sent us so i think im perfectly fine
Smon: Prisha notices that their valet is extremely ugly, and the Corporal of their guards stationed just outside in a closed face helm is absoutely enormous, towering over the other men.
joriandrake: She ponders the situation "We still have enough time to discuss the news from... home. Before the event and be as prepared as possible"
joriandrake: ooc: not one of the 'iron's?
DESTROYERBILL: nope
Smon: Baltek smiles with wry amusement that he be a mere 'bodyguard' to the Princess.
DESTROYERBILL: much much more powerful
Smon: The Corporal wears Carchimish guard full chain & shield, not Altani furs.
DESTROYERBILL: i whisper to baltek "we can talk to lord bronze also dont worry "
Smon: Baltek nods to NS. "Thank you."
DESTROYERBILL: "your welcome"
Smon: Lyssana smiles warmly at Baltek. "I'm sorry good Sir Baltek. Of course Prisha meant no offence. You are here as my advisor, and to be present tonight, at this great moment in history!"
joriandrake: "well... I didn't mean to insult you Sir Baltek, it is just on the list lyssana is already the one to represent us, and I managed to get on list as representative of Meroya. I hope you understand the situation. Of course, there should be enough time to be able to meet and talk with all guests and royalty if we manage to get everyone invited." Prisha eyes the tall man, likes how it is a proper armor instead the simplier one worn by Norbert and co
Smon: Baltek nods, smiling. "No offence taken."
DESTROYERBILL: "lets focus on the princess for now and we can focus on other stuff soon
Smon: Baltek: "Oh, you like our Corporal? A very fine fellow, newly promoted. He shows much promise!"
DESTROYERBILL: i know you were already doing that just making sure
Smon: From the Corporal comes a low grunt.
Smon: Baltek nods to NS. "Wise as always, my friend!"
DESTROYERBILL: he should focus more
Smon: Lyssana: "So, we are getting on well with the Bronzes... Sadly Lord Bronze has little interest in marrying me, I think." She smiles.
DESTROYERBILL: the corpral i mean
joriandrake: Prisha eyes the giant curiously, really hoping it isn't something weird like an undead knight. "...hm, What is your suggestion Princess? be there together with Sir Baltek, or hand him the honor of representation?"
Smon: Orph interjects from the bed: "Damn fool, that Bronze!" grinning at Lyssana.
DESTROYERBILL: you know what ill be qiate now
joriandrake: "Aren't there more, younger Bronzes somewhere?" Prisha asks Lyssana
joriandrake: Prisha keeps herself from giggling "psst orph, one diplomatic crisis was already enough"
Smon: Lyssana: "Well, I think most of them are married too... I think there might be a Sir Ector Bronze as yet unmarried. He's still out west fighting the Orcs, though."
DESTROYERBILL: grog says in the most human voice he can do "which orcs"
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "We can't rule the option of that out yet then, of course in the end you decide." Then Prisha grabs Orph's arm and holds on to it "i think I'm myself already happy with what... whom I found closer."
joriandrake: She raises an eyebrow at the voice of the tall man
DESTROYERBILL: brb
Smon: Orph grins back at Prisha, plants a kiss on her lips.
Smon: Orph then turns to Lyssana: "Actually, Sir Ector rode in with the West Nerath delegation last night. Big guy. Nice beard."
Smon: Lyssana does not seem overjoyed at this news.
Smon: Sir Ector Bronze https://www.maneentertainment.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Troy-King-Ajax1.jpg
joriandrake: Prisha I assume notices that. "Well, just go meet with him. That doesn't hurt, in worst case you could stil lget a friend and ally even if no husband among Bronzes"
joriandrake: She smiles at Lyssana "Our main mission was to forge alliances and gain friends, that doesn't have to be with a royal marriage"
Smon: Lyssana nods to Prisha. "Your advice is wise of course, Mistress. Especially in matters of the heart."
Smon: Lyssana: "Prisha, you had a meeting with Lady Llanet Bronze, Lord Namelin's mother. Did she say anything we should know?"
joriandrake: Prisha considers what they discussed. "Hm, Princess you and 'Vizier' Orph already had more contact than I had with them. Not sure if I know much more." She then tries to tell of the list of guests as she remembers and the talk of waking the dragon up
joriandrake: "...ah, and Lady Llanet also gave permission to open a temple to Meroya"
Smon: The Corporal looks a lot like this - https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/oesterskovrp/images/3/31/Medium_Infantry.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140201204637
joriandrake: after a moment of silence she also adds "...we also spoke of Megaera Lorvas"
Smon: Baltek: "Of the Red Witch?! What did she say?"
joriandrake: Prisha tells Baltek, also about what he might not know of yet, the connection of the assassination attempt and the 'red one'. Prisha also gets the idea of sending a message to Sandor at this time (which I wrote you about)
Smon: Lyssana: "I'm not surprised if they want Dyson Logos awake and in Hara for the coronation..."
DESTROYERBILL: im back
joriandrake: Prisha nods "I suggested that, but perhaps they already planned it before I did so"
joriandrake: "I also asked if he could be a negotiator between Hakeem and the Bronzes, but then I heard hakeem's wife became new Queen"
Smon: Lyssana: "We should be a part of this expedition. To wake the Dragon would bring Carchimish much glory!"
joriandrake: "Lady Llanet was delighted... as far I could see. She sounds like a more sensible ruler"
Smon: Baltek chuckles. "Well, rather Dyson than me!"
joriandrake: "Lady Llanet asked me to join the expedition..." she eyes Lyssana with a sad smile "...however, you as Princess of Carchimish would be at great risk, I can't allow you to join this expedition, maybe after your training is finished as a priestess, but for now you could use the time in Hara to make moe connections and gather information... perhaps go get to know Sir Ector too"
Smon: Baltek strokes his beard. "It's strange... Hakeem was a brilliant alliance builder. He brought hope where there was none. What could have caused him to throw it all away?"
Smon: Lyssana reddens slightly at Prisha's words. "Oh, I didn't mean I would be going... of course, I would if you needed me, but..."
Smon: Baltek: "Princess. Clearly your skills lie elsewhere. You are needed here."
joriandrake: Prisha shrugs "All I know he gave up his regency, then decided to rather not do it after all and returned to reclaim the power.... but this already caused a mess, and made it only worse by his return. Now he blames the Bronzes for 'betrayal', the reason of his for giving the regency up in first place I don't know of"
DESTROYERBILL: mabye he just went insane with the infannet rages it really gets to the head
joriandrake: Prisha nods in agreement with Sir Baltek. "This is a diplomatic mission, a position fit for a future Queen, you can learn much here about diplomacy... and insight into human intentions"
Smon: Baltek looks at Nightshadow. "Something to do with the dragon Matriarx, perhaps? It was right after he fought her. A dragon's dying curse ...?"
DESTROYERBILL: mabye
joriandrake: "...well, I didn't hear anyone negate the betrothal of the young Emperor and Empress, so I assume that marriage will still happen with te blessings of Hakeem and the new 'Golden' Queen"
DESTROYERBILL: a very powerful and evil dragon its possible
DESTROYERBILL: mabye a dispell curse would put his head back on straight
joriandrake: "...so much talk about black dragons. Did anyone even bother to see if thy are truly dead? If their scales got collected?"
Smon: Orph: "Well, if you need me to go down a hole, and wake the dragon... I have some experience at that sort of thing." He winks at Prisha.
joriandrake: Prisha rolls her eyes but softly laughs and kisses his cheek
DESTROYERBILL: seireously please dont do that sort of thing in front of me
DESTROYERBILL: NS said that
joriandrake: "I would love to have by my side, Sir Baltek will probably stay with the Princess as support, I believe"
Smon: Baltek: "There's a scholar in Carchimish sent some men to harvest scales from the dragon..." he breaks off as Orph takes Prisha in his arms, kissing and caressing her passionately.
joriandrake: have you*
Smon: Baltek: "Well, we'll see how it goes..."
Smon: A Bronze servant boy approaches your door.
joriandrake: ooc poor Baltek, but Prisha is in love so a bit more blind than usually
Smon: "Lords and ladies, the Great Council will meet in one hour in the Council Hall. Guests are permitted but should not speak without permission."
Smon: The Corporal grunts at the boy, who gulps.
joriandrake: "This should solve the issue of all of us getting inside." Prisha gets out of orph's arms and gets her dress tidied. "I trust you fully Sir Baltek with your mission and the protection of Lyssana."
Smon: Corporal: "Nightshadow iz BOSS. He speaks when he WANTS."
DESTROYERBILL: does that mean me and baltek can not speak or can we becouse the king sent us to be diplamats in the hall and help creatate alliances
Smon: The pageboy looks up terrified at the towering soldier. "Yes, sir. Nevertheless..."
joriandrake: "...Please NS tell your friend to only speak when you ask him to. No offense but I fear he might speak up when the Bronzes also talk"
Smon: The page looks to NS. "It is our custom to approach your Delegate, who can then request that you address the Council."
Smon: Baltek: "Our guards will remain in Barracks during the Council, of course."
DESTROYERBILL: grog dont talk in the hall when lord bronze or any one else is talking but you can inrerupt page boys and such outside the hall
Smon: Orph: "I better get dressed. Lord Namelin asked me to open proceedings tonight with a little ditty..."
joriandrake: Prisha turns to the page with a kind smile. "I asusme as a representative in my own right I have the same access to that custom as the delegation of Carchimish?"
joriandrake: "Impressive Orph, you continue to amaze me positively... never stop to do that" She smiles
Smon: "Yes, Ma'am." The little blonde page looks wide-eyed at Prisha.
Smon: blon
Smon: d
joriandrake: She turns back to the page and carasses/messes his hair a little playfully "Thank you, you're very helpful"
Smon: "You can request a guess come forward, if they have per-tee-nent inform-mation."
Smon: roll cHA Prisha
joriandrake rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 11, (+8) = 19
DESTROYERBILL: no its yes high love priest ma'am if you want to adress prisha the high preist
Smon: The boy smiles delightedly, bows and withdraws.
joriandrake: "If you could, please be also helpful to Princess Lyssana here, once we're not here anymore. Can you do that for me?"
joriandrake: "It isn't a problem NS, thank you. The official event didn't start yet and the boy can talk to me casually. What is your name?" (she asks if he's still here)
Smon: (the page nods to P as he leaves). Baltek turns to NS: "We should retire to our quarters and get cleaned up for the Council."
Smon: (he left)
DESTROYERBILL: okay
Smon: (He has a lot of guests to get through!)
joriandrake: (such a kid is very useful as informant in a palace)
Smon: Luckily he liked the hair tousling, he's 12 & might have taken offence.
Smon: He'll be a squire in a year!
joriandrake: Perfect
Smon: GM: 1 hour later...
joriandrake: "Well, let us all get ready then, I shoiuld also get changed."
Smon: The Council Hall of Hara is clearly modelled on the legendary Hall of the Knights in Nera's Imperial Palace.
DESTROYERBILL: i try to run up the wall to impress anybody who is passing my qarters
joriandrake: ooc: Prisha is now wearing white and purple clothes with white as dominant
Smon: But where the Imperial table is of marble, enchanted to near invulnerability, the table in Hara's hall is of polished dark oak.
joriandrake: ooc: prisha also used the hour to send the message to Sandor
DESTROYERBILL: im wearing a sharp tuxedo and acting very sensible
Smon: The table could seat two dozen or so in comfort, but only 10 official delegates have been called to this Council.
Smon: Council of Hara, From 20/8/4447 EASTERN NERATH 1. Namelin Bronze (Head of Council), Lord of Hara 2. Lady Llanet Bronze (f), Head of Clan Bronze 3. Anna Bronze (f), sister of Namelin, Vizier 4. Tagoler, Ranger Lord of the Rangers of the Wode 5. Lyssana Koloth-Mercellin, Princess, representing Carchimish (f) 6. Prisha Acharya, High Priestess of Meroya (f) 7. Larsonos, High Priest of Apollo-Mitra WESTERN NERATH 8. Livilla of Renth, High Priestess of Erathis & Mellora (f) 9. Kogol Verganth of the Renth Lands, General of the Armies of West Nerath 10.Danelac of Colisth, Commander of the Knights of Nerath
joriandrake: "Nerra... the former capital looked like this ,or similar. I've read it in a history book while in Carchimish"
Smon: Lyssana speaks briefly with Lady Llanet, who is welcoming guests, then whispers to Nightshadow & Baltek. "Great news! You are permitted to sit in Council! Some of the Western knights are also being added."
DESTROYERBILL: good
joriandrake: Prisha will make sure to cast Eagle's Splendor before the people sit down and even starts, in a corner or outside hidden somewhere
Smon: Llanet, the Bronze matriarch - http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/profiles/judi-dench/6076-judi-dench.jpg
DESTROYERBILL: i sit down and get ready to listen
joriandrake: Then goes in and starts to mingle as well with Delanie and Lyssana at her side
Smon: Llanet smiles at Prisha. "Ah, you recognise our table! A litle piece of history, eh?"
Smon: NS takes a seat beside a very dignified, older nobleman in resplendent gleaming Nerathi Full Plate, engraved with ancient warding runes.
joriandrake: "Indeed... really nice touch. " she smiles
Smon: He offer NS a hand to shake. "Good evening. I am Lord Kogol Verganth, General of the Armies of West Nerath, at your service."
Smon: Kogol Vergath - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg2fBCccaMS5iR9PQH3wzS3JGgx7TEutfGrjjffAqmhHmOHJNh0YZdLVFbCMAK9_-RBecY6J88husXVP5bmwbPKLNEh59sVLtGgj6k1uiMcyeKY_k1x1TAGQ3u4b2UZn_xlSeWHhFMVL0/s200/General+Kogol.jpg
DESTROYERBILL: i shake back and say i like your atire
joriandrake: After exchanging pleasantries with Lady Llanet she looks for either Kogol or Tagoler
joriandrake: ooc: I assume Tagoler now
Smon: Prisha spots Kogol beside nS
joriandrake: Prisha doesn't want to disturb others during the chat, especially not those on her side
joriandrake: She seeks out Tagoler while NS introduces himself to General Kogol.
Smon: Ranger Lord Tagoler is talking with Lord Namelin. "The frontier remains quiet. The money you gave the Altani was well spent." Namelin grins broadly, clapping his shoulder. "Indeed!"
joriandrake: Prisha steps closer, signaling her wish to talk without speaking up to offend either party, she nods and smiles at the two.
Smon: >>I shake back and say i like your attire<< Kogol bows stiffly. "I admire yours, also. You are here with which group?"
Smon: Prisha roll CHA, dc 10
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
14 (+8) = 22
20 (+8) = 28
Smon:
joriandrake: ooc wow crit. good first impression on ranger
Smon: Both men smile delightedly as the beautifil priestess approaches.
DESTROYERBILL: the carcemesh group with high preist prisha and the princess sent by king koloth with sir baltek
joriandrake: ooc maybe it's the white-purple dress
Smon: Tagoler almost swoons - pity he's happily married and a very faithful Nerathi.
joriandrake: "Greetings, I hope I'm not disturbing highly important matters. Shall I come later again?"
Smon: Kogol. "Ah, yes! The beautiful princess, and the beautiful priestess! How they remind me of my own daughter..." A tear forms in his eye.
DESTROYERBILL: did anything happan to here
joriandrake: "Why, thank you for your compliment" she smiles.
DESTROYERBILL: her
Smon: Namelin puts a large hand round Prisha's upper arm. "No, no! Join us! Lord Tagoler, meet Prisha Acharya, our latest High Priestess! Of love!"
joriandrake: She also turns to Lord Namelin "and I didn't have the chance to thank you, Lord Bronze yet for your kind offer of allowing a temple to Meroya be built in Hara yet. Thank you for your kindness and benevolence"
Smon: General Vergath wipes away a tear. "My daughter Analise was the light of my life. She married Halvath Cormarrin, High Prince of Neo-Nerath, who fell against Shieldbiter on the field of Hara, just west of here."
joriandrake: She nods at vergath with sadness in her eyes "I'm very sorry to hear that, may she have a wonderful live in her next cycle"
DESTROYERBILL: so what happand to her since her husbond died
joriandrake: life*
Smon: Vergath: "After the defeat, the foul Prince Borritt Crowfinger set upon a plan to open a Black Sun Gate, directly over the city of Bisgen, capital of Neo-Nerath. The ritual required a royal sacrifice... my daughter's life."
DESTROYERBILL: oh im so sorry i i could never understand that pain but i do feel for you
Smon: >>"and I didn't have the chance to thank you, Lord Bronze yet for your kind offer of allowing a temple to Meroya be built in Hara yet. Thank you for your kindness and benevolence"<< Bronze: "That? oh, yes." He nods. "Well I'm sure there's something you can do us in return, mm?" He looks over at Delanie. "That's a beautiful sub-priestess you have there. Looking to have her head the new temple? She'd be most ...welcome."
DESTROYERBILL: im sorry i asked you to bring that u
Smon: Delanie looks up, catches Bronze's eye, smiles a little warily.
joriandrake: She nods, and tries to emulate the 'Motherly' hand holding Lady llanet used on her earlier. "I'll be praying for her tonight. I heard you have good news from the Altani? May I ask what exactly? Will this mean the Altanians also join our alliance?" She asks as innocently as she can in case what she heard wasmeant to be secret is not becoming a problem to be asked about
joriandrake: Prisha nods and smiles gently at Lord Bronze "Once her training is complete I'll see what I can do... until then, perhaps there's enough time to find a good spot for a simple, but large temple of Meroya to be constructed"
joriandrake: "... maybe close to the castle, or the main square?"
Smon: >>oh im so sorry i i could never understand that pain but i do feel for you<< Vergath nods soberly. "I appreciate that. Thank you."
Smon: GM; Jorian you mixed up Tagoler & Vergath
joriandrake: ooc yep, sorry just noticed myself o_O
joriandrake: ooc they both spoke of daughters that made me mix them up
Smon: no
joriandrake: ooc: sorry, just ignore those parts about daughters
joriandrake: >>> " I heard you have good news from the Altani? May I ask what exactly? Will this mean the Altanians also join our alliance?" She asks as innocently as she can in case what she heard wasmeant to be secret is not becoming a problem to be asked about (this next and its cleared up
Smon: Ranger Lord Tagoler just shrugs at Prisha, not speaking further of what is clearly confidential. Bronze listens to P's request. "Hm... the exact location is yet to be determined."
Smon: Up on the balcony above, at a signal from Llanet, Orph starts strumming his guitar.
joriandrake: "I understand" Prisha nods agreeably "...of course the closer the temple is, the sooner our Priestesses can come and aid in any need your Lordskip... then majesty, might have"
Smon: "Ladies and gentlemen, this old song is common in the North, yet strangely unknown here. If I may..."
joriandrake: lordship*
Smon: LOL @Prisha - roll CHA
joriandrake: "Ah, good Orph begins his performance"
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
11 (+8) = 19
18 (+8) = 26
joriandrake: ooc: If he wants my best CHA girl, he should do something for it
Smon: Namelin grins amenably at Prisha, eyeing Delanie in converation with a western Knight, she almost falling out of the low-cut white dress she wears. Llanet indicates for the guests to sit at table or on benches around the hall, as Orph begins a haunting ballad.
joriandrake: Prisha sits besides the ranger
Smon: It starts familiarly enough, with the terrible Battle of Gedden, when the Empire of Nerath's Last Legion fell to the Gnoll horde of the one known as White Ruin.
Smon: Orph sings of the Altanian auxiliary deserting the field, of the Cormarrin 300 cavalry fighting their way to join their king - but not in time; he alludes to how they will fight out through the beastman host, to find a new life far to the west in Bisgen... Then he reaches the climax.
Smon: King Elidyr stands, holding the bloody banner of Nerath, a broken sword in his hand.
joriandrake: Prisha whispers to Lord Tagoler "I wonder if he will aso sing of the Wode, I would love to know more of it, it's the reason why I approached you my Lord"
Smon: The White Ruin, some say a Lord of the Abyss in the form of Beastman, strikes down with its (her?) terrible hooked mace, driving Elidyr to the ground, mortally wounded.
Smon: Tagoler shrugs. "I don't think I've heard this before, not exactly..."
Smon: He listens with interest.
joriandrake: Prisha will also listen, because it's Orph
Smon: The White Ruin holds high her bloody mace, howling triumph to the heavens... but then the howl turns to a scream of pain!
Smon: A simple Nerath footsoldier of Hara, in bronze cap and harness, has struck White Ruin from the rear, dealing her a dolorous wound!
Smon: Turning, screaming, she strikes the man upon his sturdy helm, driving him to the bloody field beside the body of his King.
Smon: Then her attendants carry wounded White Ruin from the field. She has triumphed, but the wound she has suffered will not heal.
Smon: Within a year or so she will be dead, her invincible horde fragmenting.
Smon: And the soldier in the bronze cap... he lies beside his dying king.
Smon: The sturdy helm has saved him.
Smon: Now, with his last breath, valiant Elidyr presses the broken sword hilt into his palm.
Smon: Eldyr: "I die... the empire dies today. But, you, sir Bronze. You live."
Smon: "You are all that is best in Nerath.You are the Flame Imperishable."
Smon: "Live for us... carry our light forward into dark centuries yet to come."
Smon: The man in Bronze did live that day.
Smon: To return home.
Smon: To a city of Nerath that still stood... that still stands today.
Smon: And the Fire of Nerath Lives On.
Smon: The long ballad ends.
Smon: For a moment all is silence.
joriandrake: Prisha thinks Orph sure knows his target audience
joriandrake: She applauds and stands up
Sandor Sunneson: lol
Smon: Then the doors at the end of the Hall opens, and in walks Anna Bronze, in sheer black dress and tiara, bearing a cushion of purple silk.
Smon: (a few others are beginning to applaud, stand, but pause at the sight of Anna). Upon the cushion...
Smon: The hilt of a shattered sword.
Smon: Anna surveys the entranced crowd, eyes shining.
joriandrake: Prisha then sits quily back
Smon: "The Sword of Nerath!"
Smon: She goes to her brother, kneels, head bowed, offers him the cushion.
DESTROYERBILL: i look arouned to see if there are any weird or suspicious things hapaning in the backround
Smon: "In the hand of its rightful wielder." Hand trembling slightly, Namelin reaches out and grasps the hilt of the ancient blade.
joriandrake: Prisha makes sure not to mess this up a second time (insight)
DESTROYERBILL: becouse no dout somone would whant to steal the hilt
Smon: NS looks around. Everyone seems enraptured, eyes fixed on the scene before them.
joriandrake rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 20, (+8) = 28
joriandrake: and stand up and applause at the perfect moment
Smon: Namelin raise the broken sword high. "FOR NERATH!!!" Prisha leads the applause.
Smon: Thunderous applause cheers: "FOR NERATH!!!!!!"
Smon: It goes on for minutes.
Smon: Namelin catches Prisha's eye, smiles approvingly.
Smon: He places the hilt on the silk cushion, now on the oak table, and gestures for all to sit.
joriandrake: Prisha goes to wherever she's actually intended to sit after the performance
Smon: Then the Council begins. Namelin: "Ladies, Lords, Gentlemen. You know why you are invited here, this blessed night. Exactly 250 years this night since Nerath died at Gedden... tonight, she rises again!"
Smon: GM: P can sit with who she wishes? let me know
Smon: Llanet sits to Namelin's right, Anna to his left.
joriandrake: ooc if Prisha sits beside Llanet who could be on her other side ? (who sits beside Llanet left and right)
Smon: Prisha sits to Llanet's right...
joriandrake: ooc: one is namelin, the other?
Smon: /roll d10
Smon rolls 1d10 and gets: 7,
Smon: High Priest Larsonos of Mitra-Apollo sits to Prisha's right, looking a little disgruntled that she has grabbed a better seat.
joriandrake: Prisha gently smiles and greets him
Smon: To Anna's left sits Livilla, High Priestess of Erathis-Athena.
joriandrake: ooc ok, I stay here
Smon: P roll cha+prof
Smon: /roll d8
Smon rolls 1d8 and gets: 6,
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
17 (+8) = 25
13 (+8) = 21
Smon: Princess Lyssana sits to Nightshadow's right, Sir Baltek to her right, all across from Namelin & co.
joriandrake: ooc ideal, as he faces the Princess then giving her more prestige
Smon: Larsonos nods to Prisha, expression softening.
Smon: All are now seated.
joriandrake: When still a moment to talk she notes to the High priest "I know a good priest of Mitra-Apollo in Carchimish, helped defeat a demon"
DESTROYERBILL: i offer a gift to lord bronze
Smon: Bronze: "You all know why we are here. Hakeem has resigned as Regent. He entrusted the Empire to myself and Minars Rapak while he went off on some damn fool quest. Only to then change his mind... Currently he has made his wife Queen of Ahyf. Tomorrow it will be his horse... He has proved himself unfit to rule. Possibly mad. It falls to us to save Nerath..."
Smon: Larsonos to P: "Shhh"
Smon: Bronze pauses, looks over at NS. "Yes?"
DESTROYERBILL: i have a curvy short sword from an enemy of ours an evil assasin who was killed and this to prove we can overtake any enemy
joriandrake: Prisha raises an eyebrow at offering an assassin's weapon at the meeting
Smon: roll cha ns
joriandrake: ooc please have a good roll
Smon: persuasion
DESTROYERBILL rolls 1d20+11 and gets: 9, (+11) = 20
Smon: Namelin laughs and smiles, eyes twinkling. "aye! Many assassins have met their end, who did seek to slay those assembled here!"
Smon: "So perish all who seek to undo Nerath Anew!"
DESTROYERBILL: yes
Smon: *applause*
DESTROYERBILL: haraaaaa
joriandrake: Prisha looks to Lyssana, then at Delanie before returning to Lord Bronze
joriandrake: She joins the applause
Smon: An armoured guard - Corporal Sand - comes and takes the gift away.
DESTROYERBILL: ill rub that off my sheat
Smon: Namelin: "So, what to do? How can we achieve Unity?"
Smon: Llanet: "That much is plain. There must be a King."
Smon: She looks to General Kogol Verganth.
Smon: "General, for many years you have served Nerath. Even when the Black Sun corrupted the dream of Nerath, you stood true to our highest ideals. You have suffered perhaps most of all. What say you?"
Smon: Vergath nods, rises stiffly. "I say too, there must be a King."
Smon: He looks to Namelin. "My Lord. You woke Dyson Logos from his slumber. You and Priestess Livilla rode with him to Renth, where you joined me."
Smon: "Then, I still served the Black Sun. When you - all you brave Harans - had shown us the way. In the darkest time, when the Black Sun had seemed invincible, You showed us the way. If only we had seen..."
Smon: He wipes another tear from his eye, remembering Analise.
Smon: "You spoke to me then, Lord Namelin, of the true Dream of Nerath. Of how it would live again. The truth is plain. You are the One. You must be King."
Smon: Much applause follows - it is clear most or all in the assembly have been prepared for this moment.
Smon: Namelin bows gravely. "A King... A King must have the blessing of the gods. What say our priests?"
Smon: Livilla: "Of course. You are the one."
Smon: Larsonos: "I have to say, these developments are a great surprise..."
Smon: The room cools as people stare at the Ghinoran high priest.
Smon: "But of course, I wholeheartedly support them. To King Namelin I of Nerath!"
Smon: His angular face breaks into a smile,
Smon: more applause.
Smon: Namelin turns to Prisha.
Smon: "And you, Priestess of Love? What say you?"
Smon: Servants are laying goblets before all the guests, pouring dark wine in preparation for a toast.
Smon: Prisha notices Priestess Livilla casting 'detect poison & disease' on the wine.
joriandrake: Prisha considers her words carefully before speaking up. "A Kingdom needs a King or Queen, an Empire an Emperor or Empress, and of course Lord Namelin did much to deserve the blessing of gods and the common people. Love and benevolence keep a realm together, allies united against a common foe. Love of the homeland, family, duty, and friends. Lord Bronze is worthy of becoming King, but let us not forget we have two royal children betrothed for the future to unite an even larger realm by love. Let us reach out to friends and family, invite the great dragon for the ceremony, and also those who might not accept a benevolent invitation. Let us invite the Golden QUeen to represent her House and prove that former alliances and friendship, bortherhood in arms against the Black Sun is still strong".
joriandrake: "Meroya gives her blessing to a wise and benevolent king" She sits down
joriandrake: ooc: sorry took damn long to type it out
Smon: np
Smon: ok can roll persuasion check, don't get a 1
joriandrake Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
17 (+8) = 25
13 (+8) = 21
Smon:
joriandrake: ((ooc main reason why I even used the spell was this speech))
Smon: Bronze looks slightly nonplussed, though not offended. But Lady Llanet stands, smiling, and claps her hands in delight.
Smon: "Of course! We must reach out with the olive branch of friendship to all our old allies. But to good Queen Malenn, most of all. The gods know she has a heavy burden to bear!"
Smon: Laughter at that, from those who assume 'burden' = 'husband'.
joriandrake: "Lord Namelin was chosen as Regent, there is nothing to stop him from becoming both a King for lifetime and a Regent to a future generation." She bows slightly to the Lord
Smon: Namelin strokes his beard. https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10uzOXfBZqHhcWuKYtPckRErckrUbN7RfHJEAht_oeVuGav9CaT6hh575rbV_NJraeNBkByt4gwLSNq3yNxKDkBKwvmvANO4ex4-0ROCqgwNMupDMDxVrLnCNzFqge0FDpUhZQ88FEJ0/s400/Namelin.jpg
Smon: Namelin: "Of course. My daughter shall one day be Queen. And, I hope, Queen Malenn's son Hassan will be her King. To rule together..."
Smon: He pauses, considering.
Smon: "Uniting Altanis and Nerath. As it was before, so shall it be again."
joriandrake: Prisha nods at the lord in agreement
Smon: Anna speaks up loud and clear, raising her goblet. "A toast! To Namelin, King of Nerath!"
DESTROYERBILL: i murmur to myself "hopefully he aint crazy like his pop"
Smon: "King Namelin!"
joriandrake: Prisha knowing her own wine isn't poisoned she will drink too raising the goblet slightly, considering that the ceremony didn't happen yet
Smon: Beside NS, Sir Baltek hears the murmured quip and chuckles.
Smon: The crowd shout their approval: "Namelin! King of Nerath!
DESTROYERBILL: "KING NAMELIN!"
Smon: NS shouts loudest of all (CHA 20, Persuasion Expertise) All raise their goblets and quaff their wine.
Smon: At last the new King Namelin calls his first Royal Council to order.
joriandrake: "and may the reign bring peace and prosperity, growth of wealth and friendship between Carchimish and Hara, common people, protectors of the realm, and royalty"
Smon: Military dispositions. Affairs of state.
Smon: Lyssana: "Hear hear!"
DESTROYERBILL: i am the most persuasive person in the civelised towns probably
Smon: The Carchamishi & Harans in attendance join Prisha's toast.
joriandrake: Prisha is satisfied with the results, and considering her last sentence it is likely many here will consider improving trade between the cities, even if it was indeed not originally on the list of goals
Smon: Llanet: "I think we should hold the Coronation in three weeks - the 5th of ninethmonth perhaps? Safely before the Rains come."
Smon: Kogol: "I shall invitations sent west at once."
joriandrake: "We can hold it sooner if Dyson Logos flies us back, or a bit later if it is hard to wake the good dragon"
Smon: Llanet: "Now, of course, as dear Mistress Acharya was saying, Dyson Logos must certainly attend the ceremony. I have already heard several offers to volunteer..."
Smon: Anna: "Let the 5th be the provisional date then. Any day that week."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "I also have a short list of people in mind"
Smon: OOC The 13th is ill-omened so the ceremony must be before then.
joriandrake: Prisha turns to Lady Llanet "I hope Princess Lyssana can reside here during the time, get the city, locals, history better known. ALso the other Bronze family members we didn't have the pleasure to meet yet. Vizier Orph is on my short list for the journey to the dragon so I hope you can excuse him for not being a masterful musician meanwhile at the court."
Smon: Anna: "We shall certainly miss Mr Orph!" She smiles seductively up at Orph on the balcony. Namelin frowns slightly at this.
joriandrake: "I'm sure of it, he did a majestic performance wothy of Hara and... King Namelin" Prisha remarks
joriandrake: worthy*
Smon: Priestess Livilla stands. "I know Dyson Logos. I should go with you."
Smon: Anna: "He certainly did!" She winks up at the balcony. You hear a muffled guffaw from Orph high above.
joriandrake: Prisha smiles and nods. "A good idea" then turns to the ranger "Lord Tagoler and High Priest Larsonos would be most welcome as well"
Smon: Namelin looks left at Livilla - https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/fantasy-priestess-22713410.jpg
DESTROYERBILL: are you coming lord bronze since you woke him up the first time
Smon: Larsonos: "I'd love to, but sadly I must return to the Temple-Tomb forthwith."
Smon: Namelin eyes NS. "I must remain here, coordinate our defences. These are dangerous times."
Sandor Sunneson: lol
Smon: Namelin looks to Livilla. "You, Livilla, are the true Heart of Nerath. I cannot risk you in those savage lands."
joriandrake: Prisha nods. "Then before that let me talk to you about the good cleric Helmund and his brave sacrifice when we faced a Dark Naga"
joriandrake: She tells Larsonos
Smon: Tagoler stands. "I have spoken with Dyson. I volunteer. Myself and Ranger Souvari will go with the expedition."
Smon: Beside Tagoler a female Ranger nods, smiling.
joriandrake: "It will be a pleasure to journey together with you Lord Tagoler, and learn more about the Wode and its rangers."
Smon: Tagoler - http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/330/f/3/cronicas_human_ranger___by_caio_monteiro_by_caiomm-d6vpx1p.jpg
Smon: Souvari - https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu6M9h9g1unt27KiDZaDK08xytq9IanMSPogOYV0jFdmm6cssWKQunSRJ5OjPvAO8JPU4CAI5OkJwYr2RLu0GlZYW0pXDSnKc03DZD_2IRKH9FGofZRt8me8AA9eloUiY5EARWcQ64Jg/s400/7a0f78f4236f0a7f2d8addcb737f35c4.jpg
Smon: Namelin nods. "An excellent band!"
joriandrake: ooc: what does Prisha think, should Delanie come with her or too risky?
DESTROYERBILL: im coming to
Smon: OOC well she should either die, hit Cleric-1+, or both.
joriandrake: ooc damn
Smon: Namelin nods to NS. "Good... Who are you, by the way?"
joriandrake: Prisha turns to Delanie "Do you wish to come with us Delanie? Or stay here and work on your ...actual training?"
Smon: The way Bronze is looking at Delanie, if she gets left in Hara she'll be mighty busy...
DESTROYERBILL: my name is don
joriandrake: ooc Prisha can't constantly scare her into duty, for now I let her choose
joriandrake: "YOu would stay behind, help preparations at the camp, ect"
joriandrake: "So not in combat if avoidable"
Smon: Baltek speaks up for 'Don': "And a very fine fellow he is to! He has brought laughter and merriment back to the Court of Carchimish! But also a skilled scout and warrior!"
joriandrake: ooc I also think Lord Bronze would only accept her leave if it is out of her own free will anyway
Smon: Namelin nods slowly. "It is, of course, a great honour to quest for the Dyson Logos... Very well."
joriandrake: ooc: Don't want to messup the earlier gained good will and support
DESTROYERBILL: i also spotted the poppy poison that was put in the princeses healing poition
Smon: Delanie looks to Prisha, to Namelin, back to Prisha.
joriandrake: Prisha nods at NS-s offer to join
joriandrake: then awaits Delanie's chocie
Smon: Lyssana nods: "He did! Don caught a vile assassin!"
DESTROYERBILL: in carcamesh im the anti assasin force
Smon: Delanie: "I... I think you need me most here, Mistress. While you are away I will open the Temple to Meroya... in an EXCELLENT location (this said firmly to Namelin) and begin teaching of Her love."
joriandrake: "Indeed, one of those of the 'Red Priestess' which cursed and stalked the royalty in Carchamish"
Smon: Llanet: "Excellent! Mr Don, you shall guard the expedition against the vile minions of the Red Priestess!"
Smon: OOC: LOL
joriandrake: Prisha goes to Delanie and holds her hands "I trust you, don't disappoint me, love is the main part of our teaching but so is wisdom and benevolence"
joriandrake: "Follow the training note I wil leave here for you"
joriandrake: She then looks at namelin and back "At least a part of it"
Smon: Delanie looks deep into Prisha's eyes, nods seriously. "I won't let you down."
joriandrake: "May Meroya watch over you"
Smon: "I know she will."
joriandrake: If the meeting is adjourned or ended Prisha will look for Orph, if not she sits back to her seat
Smon: OOC stopping in a moment.
Smon: GM The meeting goes on awhile, then breaks up.
joriandrake: Prisha won't be active for the rest of it, certainly her spell already ended
Smon: Prisha gets a chance to meet Orph as he's coming downstairs.
joriandrake: Prisha will tell Orph of his journey by her side to a dragon, and that later she wants to tell him something during their way there in private. When she can she will talk to the Mitra-Apollo priest and praise Halmund and tell of a brave sacrifice and death to save his fellow demon hunters and Meroya reviving him as reward
joriandrake: ooc want to boost prestige/support to Halmund and friendship between religions
joriandrake: Once the full meeting is over and he talked with the High Priest Prisha will leave, look for Kosvar in a nearby temple of nature or Hunter's lodge before it gets dark
joriandrake: Notify Kosvar of the journey and that he is hired to take part, with a chance to meet the Lord Ranger of the Wode
Smon: Larsonos listens to the tale of Helmund. "A most brave fellow!"
Smon: Orph is looking particularly smug at his triumphant performance. He nods.
Smon: GM: OK, stopping now.
Smon: We can do expedition tomorrow (Wed)
DESTROYERBILL: bye
Smon: Makes sense for Kosvar to rejoin, yup - no Lyssana!
Smon: 1500 XP Prisha
10:51pm 2018-2-20 DESTROYERBILL Has exited the room
joriandrake: and I hope he doesn't mess up his chance with the Lord Ranger
joriandrake: thanks, it was fun , say bye to Bill from me as he already left
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