Hearthbrin War Effort

I think there were three people. Sadly, I need five or more for the scenario I had planned.
 
Ah, well, it might be time to do a little more recruiting to make up for those no-shows.
 
At the moment, the game is actually pretty full and most people just had stuff come up today. Saturdays generally don't work for anyone. It was just the soonest day I had.
 
Name: Aleksei "Alek" Arkan<div style="float:right;margin-left:8pt;width:25%;height:25%;"><img src=http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x167/goldendercon/AlekseiArkan_zpsf36cd7cd.jpg></div>

Age: 317

Gender: Male

Occupation: Warmage... and occasional baker.

History:

A little over 200 years ago, a young Aleksei nearly torched a sacred grove to the ground in one of his "playful pranks" which in truth was just another excuse to indiscriminately use his magic. It wasn't so playful, nor was it funny in any way, shape or form to anyone. Aleksei tried to play it off with his silver tongue. He claimed that the fire was a homage to the demigoddess Blaze, and the ash that it resulted in a homage to the demigod Ash.

Suffice to say, it didn't work, and since then, Aleksei has been an exile from the Green World. He spent a few decades in the Gold World, not quite estranged, because he was a Fae and attuned to life and magic, but not quite welcome either, because he went on with his magical pranks which the denizens of the Gold World endured patiently.

That being said, the time he spent there was not entirely meaningless. He learned the art of healing, but at the same time, his inability to resist using magic with the slightest provocation turned into a full-blown addiction. Under the thin pretense that the Gold World had become boring for him, Aleksei fled to Noroth, seeking to distance himself from the abundant magicks of the outer Worlds.

It was seven years ago that the Fae found himself in Hearthbrin and he is there to this day, still struggling with his addiction, still a prankster in every sense of the word, but sympathetic to the cause of Hearthbrin and seeing it as an opportunity to redeem himself. Not necessarily to the demigods of the Green World, but to himself.

He also hopes that the turmoil would uncover something that could help him with his addiction, which is threatening to quickly become crippling.

Talents and Gifts:

An ingrained connection between him and the Green World allows him to hear the "whispers" of the land as feelings in the pit of his stomach. It is useful on occasion, but more often than not, far too uncertain to be practical.

While not as nimble of hand or fleet of foot as the rest of his brethren, Aleksei more than makes up for it with a silver tongue. It has gotten him out of a number of situations that would otherwise have spelled big trouble for him. Although, no amount of eloquent excuse would have spared him from the wrath of those higher up all those years ago.

For a Fae, Aleksei has a remarkable affinity for the more chaotic magicks of the world, and one can often see him, on the fields of battle, wielding fire with great mastery. That being said, he is still proficient in nature magick and often uses this to tend to a small garden near his property.

Personality:

A playful trickster in every sense of the word, despite the hunger that is now constantly gnawing at the edges of his consciousness, Aleksei is still as rambunctious as ever. He takes things seriously when need be, but never fails to insert humour into any situation, even in the fields of battle.

He has a soft spot in his heart for the smaller critters of the wild and would go out of his way to help any who need help.

Secret: He is addicted to magic

Rumors:

There are numerous petty rumours about Aleksei, but only one major rumour: the playful Fae is a pyromaniac, says many of the housewives who've been on the receiving end of one of his fiery pranks.

Important Gear:

Wells - The stones on Aleksei's brow are magical wells that serve as repositories for magical energy. They act as a constant fix for Aleksei and keep the addiction at bay. They need recharging every so often, however, and it is this cycle of the energy stored in them waxing and waning that corresponds with when Aleksei performs his pranks. When the energy is at a minimum, Aleksei seeks out an unknowing victim, performs a prank and recharges the stones at the same time.
 
Will this Wednesday night work for most people?
 
Works for me. =)
 
Should work for me, although knowing the exact time would be good.
 
Time is six central Wednesday and the event is now on the calendar!
 
I'll try my best to make it, but I can't make any promises what with my schedule as it is and I may very well end up doing something for my Pre-calculus class that will take a fair share of my time on Wednesday. In any case, I'll try!
 
War Council (to be updated with descriptions and histories later)

Human
-General Attivta Nightingale
-Admiral Setti Lavarl

Elven
-Archwarden Lidistia Bramble

Dwarven
-General Gruthos Forgetong
-General Arkos Stoneheel

Fae
-High Mage Syneole Irdreska

Gnomish
-Councilman Vik Tradewheel

Insectoid
-T'K'av'Ish, Brood General

Goblins and Orcs
-War Speaker Orrosht
-War Speaker Ladver

Centaur
-Warden Blue of Tribe Rekesht (Tribe Night)

Kobold
-General K'thish

Catfiend
-War Leader Anfos Firepaw
 
We are starting in fifteen minutes in Catacombs chat. For anyone playing one of my games for the first time, we will also be doing all OOC in the cbox's conference tab. Please be there so that I can communicate with you.
 
Here are the logs from the first game!

<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>I am not of this world. Not born to it and yet... yet it is mine. And I will have it and know it. And you shall be my vessel. Nobody was sure what had prompted Abarad Hessta to go on his bloody crusade, so out of character for one who thrived on indulgences of the flesh. And yet, it had happened. Was happening. The city of Ladriva, shimmering and warm amongst the snowcovered north, was a steadily working testament to the war that might otherwise have been fought in obscurity. But there was thread, enough threat, that the fortification had been raised, the once settlement built on hunting grounds had been forged into a mighty war effort that sat ten miles behind the lines. And now, near the center of town, people gathered to speculate. Agents of the enemy were in town. Or rather, they had been agents of the enemy. No one knew if the Nystha Skies were here to defect or here for some covert operation. But they were, indeed, here. Somewhere in town. And their leader was meeting with the war council. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Kenithus had tired his best to withstand the last two weeks. He had tried to be patient, to overlook the constant presence as he went about his work. It wasn't working. She was there, and he was going to have to do something about it. But perhaps today was a bad time. Whatever was going on, tensions were running high and, as he made his way to a table outside of one of the public houses near the middle of town, he overheard mention of mercenaries and trouble. Sitting down, he took a worn looking but well loved book from his pocket and began to read. <span class="time">-06:19 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> He wasn't there to make sure the world was safe for everyone. What this elf longed for was to prove he was worth something. Deep inside, there was always a fire. A fire that created desire to be the very best. Cassadel sharpened her well. His little anti-lifer. The stables had been taken care of, so all that was on his mind was time. &quot;Maybe, I shall go hunting.&quot; <span class="time">-06:21 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Aenarid Ehlirra enters.] <span class="time">-06:32 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Aenarid Ehlirra enters.] <span class="time">-06:32 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Aenarid Ehlirra</font> ]</font> <span class="time">-06:32 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> The going was slow today. People crowded together, talking, gossiping, and looking about as though what they said was dangerous enough to warrent that level of caution. Everyone was so caught up in the whirlwind of news that came with the arrival of the Nystha skies that they were completely ignoring the world around them. Latnina had given up awhile ago trying to be polite about moving through the crowds, and now just encourage he horse to plow a general path through the crowd. The dirty looks that this earned her were unpleasent but, barable. She had encountered much worse looks from her time in the army. She had originally got it into her head that she would head over to the concial building to see if she could pick up any useful information. But at this point she would be lucky to reach the concial building by tomorrow evening. Instead she headed over to the far side of the crowd, to where the shops and food stands were. Dismounting she landed rather heavily, her fitted chain mail coat adding a few more pounds to her but providing a comfortable amount of protection. While she was willing to accept that these mercenaries were here to lend their servics, she was not used to taking any chances, and with her mail coat and her sword hidden under her travelers cloak, today was no different. <span class="time">-06:34 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Ninth wanders in.] <span class="time">-06:34 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> With a sandwich in hand, Ninth wandered through the people and finally found Kenithus; taking a bite, she quickly joined him at a table. He was reading, as usual. &quot;Have you had anything to eat, yet?&quot; She asked with a slightly motherly tone, her eyes studying him. <span class="time">-06:36 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #8b8989;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Ugh, she hated the town centre on a good day, but this was ridiculous! Aenarid adjusted the large fagot of staves more comfortably on her shoulder, careful not to knock any more tall beings as she waded through the crowd. Being female and therefore on the slightly smaller side for a centaur, she was barely head and shoulders above most of the crowd, and so anyone was was about her height was in danger of receiving a face full of stave ends. But she had to get these to the training grounds, and she had to go through the centre of town in order to do so. So, on she trudged, shuffling her hooves to try and avoid treading on anyone's foot. Again. <span class="time">-06:49 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Pausing in his reading-- but only after finishing a verse-- Kenithus looked up. There she was. He hadn't made it too far away. &quot;I ate this morning,&quot; he said, simply, neglecting the fact that it was nearly two hours past his usual lunch as well as the fact that his morning meal had been at five bells. Carefully, he closed his book, running a reverent hand over the golden dragon on the cover before placing the holy tome in his pocket. Only then did he notice the crowding of the area. There were a few empty seats nearby, but otherwise, places were packed. Something caught his attention, a centaur carrying staves through the crowd. Frowning, he rose, clearly intending to approach. &quot;She's going to hit someone in the face and cause a riot at this rate,&quot; he said to Ninth, pointing the centaur woman out. <span class="time">-06:51 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The clock chimed the afternoon bells. Not that one would otherwise notice. This time of year, Ladriva city was in a perpetual twilight. The city had numerous torches and lamps for just this reason as well as magical floating lights meant to immitate natural sunlight. This last small touch was a marvel to Loxa, and if it hadn't been for the crowd glaring at the mercenary and her men, she might have felt almost at home here. Well, they could glare all they wanted. While Glaver was in the meeting with the war council, she was in charge of the Skies and the best way to lead was by example. She held her head proud, walked with a relaxed pace as though she owned the city, and did her best to ignore the glares, hopeful looks, and occasional flecks of spittle that were shot her way. Elsewhere in the city, a meeting went on behind closed doors and a shadowy figure flitted along in the theif's blessing that was constant twilight. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Cassadel Broyka</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-06:53 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> The Fae was very well aware that her presence, although pleasing to most, frustrated him. A soft grin played across her lips for a brief moment as he grumbled his answer; after dealing with the woman, she would fetch him some lunch. Whether he liked it or not. Rising from her seat, she kept stride with Kenithus, eyes now directed at the centaur. <span class="time">-06:53 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Cassadel Broyka was a perfectionist. He had to have it just right, with each grind of the stone. Getting a certain sharpness, he scoffed sarcastically and leaned her against the pillar. Cassadel stretched and flexed just feel his own muscles and how well they had been sculpted. Finally getting a shirt on, the rest of his hunting gear followed. This consisted of a set of chocolate brown, studded armor and a pack. Grabbing her off the set place, the elf went into the crowd. ] <span class="time">-06:56 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #c0c0c0;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Just as she feared, Aenarid cried out a warning to look out too late for an insectoid to avoid walking into the staves. A loud argument ensued as she tried to apologise and continue on her way, while the insectoid was crying for her to make amends. To what, she wasn't sure, since she couldn't see any obvious injuries. And she had very little coin on her at the moment. Only enough to make change should the master of the armory need it. She really had very little on her at all, save her curved knife for protection, her scale and her small pouch of coin. And the cause of this mess. She adjusted the staves once more, carefully, and tried to edge past the irate being. <span class="time">-07:05 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Latnina Faolin</font> has timed out.]</font> <span class="time">-07:06 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Latnina Faolin enters.] <span class="time">-07:10 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #ffffff;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Looking around Latnina led her horse Gradeo over to a hitching post she wrapped his reins around the post tying then with a secure slip knot so that the clever gelding couldn't bite his way free but still could pull himself free if nessicary. There were not a lot of free seats around but, there were enough that she had some choice. Choosing what was closest she took a seat near an older man who had the look of a monk, and judging by his choice in reading that was not a very far off guess. Just as she sat down she heard a commotion start up in the crowd, well more so than was already going on with the Skies making their way through the crowd. The soldier in her caused her to lean forward slightly moving her cloak to the side so that he sword was within reach. But the commander in her kept her seated, watching and reading the situation so that she did not make a stupid move. <span class="time">-07:19 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Before they could reach her, the centaur's burden had struck an insectoid directly in the face. The angry creature was trying its best to keep the centuar there and presumably demand repayment for its injury. Which, for an insectoid, could mean anything from gold to letting it strike the centaur in the face to even things up. Kenithus could not tell from here if the creature's carapace had cracked. It if had, matters would be much worse. They generally had sturdy exoskeletons, but near the eyes, some varieties were fragile. Kenithus hastened his footsteps, trying to move past the crowd of onlookers that had surrounded the two, but not before looking over his shoulder to the woman dressed like a soldier. It had been a long, tense day and people were obviously eager for a fight to break out, even in this better part of town. &quot;Ma'am, I could use your help over here,&quot; he said to Latnina, then continued over to the conflict. &quot;Everyone, please, remain calm.&quot; <span class="time">-07:21 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Ninth</font> got too distracted for their own good...]</font> <span class="time">-07:27 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Ninth returns!] <span class="time">-07:27 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #c0c0ff;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> &quot;Look, there's no damage, and I apologised!&quot; Aenarid argued futilely. &quot;You walked into me! I'm late, and I need to get these to the training grounds! I was supposed to be there by afternoon bells!&quot; She sighed in frustration as she tried to listen to and understand the enraged insectoid's speech in a deep, yet whine-toned voice. She finally set the staves down, standing them next to her. She definitely couldn't get out of this now. Not with the gathered crowd. <span class="time">-07:29 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> He listened to her clinking and clanking, with every step. Bobbing left and right he avoided the lot well. Sound of tempers warming and emotion bubbling caught those keen elf ears. If there was a fight to be had, Cassadel wanted to be part of it. Upon reaching the little arena, he wanted to make a bit of an entrance. &quot;I volunteer to be your punching bag. Though, I tend to hit back.&quot; <span class="time">-07:30 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> Ninth stood her ground next to Kenithus and tilted her head; checking over the insectoid to assess damage. The heavy sword strapped to her small frame looked strange, as instead of fighting, she spent most of her time assisting townsfolk. &quot;It could be worse, now...&quot; She said calmly, quickly digging a few coins from her purse to stuff into it's pocket. &quot;And see, she apologized! No harm done, right?&quot; Ninth was usually the last one standing in any fight, yet she had tried weakly to prevent this one. <span class="time">-07:32 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Waryn enters.] <span class="time">-07:38 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Kenithus blinked. Ninth was actually helping, it seemed! If the insectoid would accept the coin, then this should calm down. But there was a problem. An elven problem, trying to push his way directly in and start the fight that Kenithus so wished to avoid. It would be like a spark in dry straw at this point and something the whispering city did not need. &quot;No need to come to blows. This has been settled, yes?&quot; The crowd, unhappy with this, chimed in. &quot;Oh, come on, she hit him in the face. Money won't fix this!&quot; said a human woman. &quot;Wait a second, I saw it,&quot; said a dwarf. &quot;He walked right into the sticks!&quot; More opinions were added in and it looked like this would soon disolve into chaos. <span class="time">-07:40 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Latnina was a bit taken aback when the man who looked like a monk asked her to help out. Rising to her feet she pushed her way into the crowd. She was unsure what she should be doing but, she had been a commander long enough to know that a little show went a long way. Seeing that the monk and another female fae hd the insectoid handled she turned her attention to the crowd instead. &quot;Enough! Everyone, please calm yourselves. There is enough chaos fueled by war without us adding to it with pointless squabbles.&quot; For someone her size she had a very loud voice, and now she used it to full effect just to be heard above the crowd. She had gotten enough peoples attention to calm everyone down a little but, there were still enough that scoffed at her words to make thing difficult. <span class="time">-07:40 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #c0c0ff;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> The insectoid, and Aenarid as well, were a bit taken aback by how quickly others had come to the aid of the centaur. After uttering several more oaths at her, and spitting a vile substance onto the ground, the insectoid accepted the coins as payment enough for his troubles, and went on his way. Aenarid sighed with relief and looked to those who had offered their assistance. &quot;I thank you,&quot; she said as the crowd dispersed and rejoined the general mob of townspeople. <span class="time">-07:41 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> Being off patrol meant that Waryn could come down from the high walls for a while. He didn't mind wall duty it was just a little mind numbing sometimes, especially when there was nothing exciting going on! He yawned, pulling at his breastplate and wishing he was home already so he could get the heavy thing off. Whatever he was before, he was certain it didn't involve metal breastplates! A squabble caught his attention and he drifted closer to it, wondering what was going on. <span class="time">-07:42 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> /gm : It seemed that things were calming. What could have been disaster was narrowly avoided. Loxa had missed the would-be scuffle and could not quite grasp why, when she entered the square, everyone seemed so much more hostile than even in other places in the town. The woman was unmistakable as a member of the Nystha Skies and, as she entered the center square, some fell silent and others cried out curses or threats. Still, she was far enough from the group that had gathered that they likely had yet to notice. <span class="time">-07:46 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> ((ARG! One sec)) <span class="time">-07:46 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>It seemed that things were calming. What could have been disaster was narrowly avoided. Loxa had missed the would-be scuffle and could not quite grasp why, when she entered the square, everyone seemed so much more hostile than even in other places in the town. The woman was unmistakable as a member of the Nystha Skies and, as she entered the center square, some fell silent and others cried out curses or threats. Still, she was far enough from the group that had gathered that they likely had yet to notice. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Kenithus looked at those remaining. The hothead elf, the centuar, the lady soldier, and Ninth. &quot;I hope that none of us will forget the lesson here. The city is a living being. But right now, it is fevered and we cannot contribute to that fever. We must work to heal.&quot; He looked from one to the next, turning then to take note of the approaching guardsman. &quot;All is well here, sir. The situation has been resolved. Now. If everyone would join me, I do believe I have just enough coin to buy us all something to eat.&quot; <span class="time">-07:48 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Cassadel Broyka looked between them, it appeared the fight was over before it started. Everyone handed out thank yous and things. Not that he minded but... &quot;What kind of horseshit is this? Have none of you the will to stand up for yourself?!&quot; The fire in his green eyes was apparent, but the vein his forehead also helped. The peace loving monk was right though. If it was over, it was over. &quot;I digress.&quot;]</font> <span class="time">-07:51 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> &quot;I'm off duty, Sir. I'm glad to see that you've all got everything settled though!&quot; He beamed at the lot of them with a certain 'good boy' charm but mentally stuck the entire lot into the 'potential problems' folder of his mind, making notice of facial features and other things he could use to memorize (hah! what a laugh!) them. <span class="time">-07:52 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> The mention of food made Ninth raise an eyebrow; the sandwich that at one point was in her hands had been forgotten- most likely picked up by someone who was far more hungry than she. Shrugging, she kept the idea that it went to a better need and sighed. She studied those around them, eyebrow still raised. Something was nagging at her though...this was not going to end up uneventful. Not in the slightest. Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt the hankering for some tobacco; hopefully she had not given all of her coin away. &quot;Eating would be nice, considering you haven't done so yet, sir.&quot; <span class="time">-07:55 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #c0c0ff;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Aenarid longed to join them, but she had to get these staves delivered immediately. She eyed the elf warily, but decided to let it go. &quot;I hope you will save a place for me. I would like to join you but I really must deliver these to the training grounds. The master of the armoury is expecting me. When I am done, however, I will definitely have need of a friendly meal.&quot; That was an understatement. She was starving, and her nerves were shot. She did not much like the crowds in the city, and this had tested her to her limit. She hoisted the staves back onto her shoulder, even more carefully this time, and prepared to set off again. <span class="time">-07:56 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> The mention of food made Ninth raise an eyebrow; the sandwich that at one point was in her hands had been forgotten- most likely picked up by someone who was far more hungry than she. Shrugging, she kept the idea that it went to a better need and sighed. She studied those around them, eyebrow still raised. Something was nagging at her though...this was not going to end up uneventful. Not in the slightest. Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt the hankering for some tobacco; hopefully she had not given all of her coin away. &quot;Eating would be nice, considering you haven't done so yet, sir.&quot; <span class="time">-07:56 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> The mention of food made Ninth raise an eyebrow; the sandwich that at one point was in her hands had been forgotten- most likely picked up by someone who was far more hungry than she. Shrugging, she kept the idea that it went to a better need and sighed. She studied those around them, eyebrow still raised. Something was nagging at her though...this was not going to end up uneventful. Not in the slightest. Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt the hankering for some tobacco; hopefully she had not given all of her coin away. &quot;Eating would be nice, considering you haven't done so yet, sir.&quot; <span class="time">-07:56 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> (My browser is being DUMB!) <span class="time">-07:56 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Ninth tries this again.] <span class="time">-07:58 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>Ninth</font> ]</font> <span class="time">-08:02 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> The former paladin turned and raised an eyebrow at the elf. &quot;Those who seek fights often find themselves outnumbered by life,&quot; he said, before being caught offguard by Ninth's words. &quot;Yes, well. I ate breakfast. I told you that.&quot; He gestured toward the table they'd been at before. &quot;As for you,&quot; he said, pointing a finger at the centaur and waggling it sternly. &quot;You'd best hurry. But be careful and do come join us for a meal.Tell the arms master that Kenithus sends his regards for me, will you?&quot; With that, he started toward the table. &quot;Young man,&quot; he said to the guard, &quot;you look like you like to eat. Don't all guardsmen love to eat?&quot; he mused to himself. &quot;Anyhow, come, have a meal. The food's a great sight better than what they serve the soldiers, I know that much.&quot; <span class="time">-08:03 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Latnina almost felt like giving a chuckle at the monks words, this was only a little scuffle, not even a blip in the war. The people just were looking for a bit of release, same as soldiers kept still for to long, if the war ever reached the city gates the people would sing a very diffirent tone. She was turning away to go back to her seat when she heard the man's offer to buy them something to eat. Hesitating she thought about for a few seconds before she shrugged to herself and said &quot;A meal among strangers can become a meal among friends I will take you up on that offer.&quot; She let her cloak fall over her sword hiding it from view and she straightened her tunic so that it covered the protuding edges of her mail coat. <span class="time">-08:06 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> Waryn hesitated. Bruce's wife made wonderful food... But. Running off would be rude. But everyday going 'home' was harder and harder. Waryn shifted, running a hand through his short reddishbrown hair and felt himself reaching for the braid that wasn't there... &quot;If you'd like, I can.&quot; He smiled quickly. &quot;I do like eating...&quot; Waryn followed after him, amused at the spontaneous free lunch. <span class="time">-08:07 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Cassadel Broyka scoffed at the monk offering wisdom. Perhaps for an old man, seeking fight might be a fools game...but he was hungry. Hungry for justice. Or....at least hungry for a good walloping. He wasn't sure, but when the others were invited Cassadel wasn't sure if a verbal invitation was issued to him. Shrugging, the elf followed anyway.]</font> <span class="time">-08:12 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #c0c0ff;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Aenarid bobbed her head in acknowledgement to his words and hurried on her way, keeping a sharper eye out for others and being a bit more assertive in her voice. Those who had been witness to the near-scuffle gave her a wide berth, of which she was glad. She was soon swallowed up by the crowd again, and headed for the training grounds. <span class="time">-08:13 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> She grinned again and walked beside him; arms still folded. Her stomach let out a slight gurgle at the mention on food and she had hoped nobody could hear it. Lately, she had been too focused to take the time to eat- Kenithus needed her assistance. &quot;Maybe some soup...&quot; Ninth mused, chuckling a bit. <span class="time">-08:17 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> As they took their seats, a serving wench approached. Kenithus ordered for himself and let the others order, but his attention had been snagged by the louder than normal whispering around the square and the people who were getting up to leave the area in a hasty manner. At first, he thought it was because of the loud elf, but then he saw the true cause. Seven men and two women in Nyshta Skies blue had arrived and were sitting down at the next table over. <span class="time">-08:19 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Looking around at other tables to see what looked good Latnina placed her order. She glanced casully over her shoulder at the loud voices, seeing the source she felt something tense within her, although on the outside she appeared relaxed. With the arrival of these mercenaries she had a feelng there would be a whole mess of trouble even if they didn't try anything. Having stopped over at the baracks earlier she had listened to enough of the thriteenth's soldiers complaining to get a general feel for how the rest of the battalions were feeling. So even if the Sky's didn't try aything everyone was so close to snapping she didn't kow what would happen. <span class="time">-08:30 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> Ninth's demeanor changed dramatically upon realizing whom they were dining next to. Her hands now flat against the wooden table, the fae let out a irritated sigh, blowing the bangs from her forehead. Her eyes went from Kenithus to Latnina, sensing the tension in the air. &quot;You could almost cut it with a knife...&quot; Ninth said softly, giving the girl a smile and a wink. Her delicate hands gripped at the menu and she glanced it over, all the while mumbling to Kenithus. &quot;Look, they have good soups on today!&quot; Hoping to lighten the mood, she got comfortable in the seat and considered reading the soups aloud. <span class="time">-08:36 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> People were sitting down so Waryn settled at an end of the table, his eyes lighting on the Nyshta Skies people and he hoped that they would be bought over to their side... It made his mind tingle though. He wasn't sure what it meant... The serving wench knew him on sight though and already knew his regular order. He tried to keep his mind from wandering too far so he could pay attention to his tablemates... <span class="time">-08:37 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> &quot;What have they got here? Hmmmmm? Oo I rather like the idea of some salad with poultry. What do you think?&quot; He said to one of the other guests, before the rest ordered. Free food didn't come often, but Cassadel would certainly take the monk for all his worth...or at least his own appetite. Not noticing the surroundings, he just sat happily. &quot;She&quot; and the pack were right next to him. <span class="time">-08:37 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Loxa ignored the crawling feeling she got as people stared and left. They had every right to be here. Well, at least today. Depedning on how the talks went, they might have to beat a hasty retreat. And if the council did something underhanded and spineless, like order their mounts shot and themselves taken prisoner? Well, the Skies were ready for that. But at the moment, her men were hungry. "You there!" She waved the other server over. "A round of ale and whatever meat you have today. And bread. And soup." Her eyes swept over the few who remained. Oddly, those at the table closest were still there. She wasn't unaware of the covert glances, however. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Kenithus had noticed the tension in his companions. Well, except for the elf who seemed content to stuff himself on the paladin's silver. He cleared his throat. &quot;By the way, I am called Kenithus. Might I know your names?&quot; <span class="time">-08:42 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Timeout) Aenarid Ehlirra</font> got too distracted for their own good...]</font> <span class="time">-08:50 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> Of course Kenithus did not react to her words; he had been really on one, since they had gotten into town. He was not used to having someone be there for him and on thier travels there, realized that he wanted to take this the hard way. She was going to make him smile, even if in the process, there will be kicking and screaming. Sooner or later, he would accept her as his friend. Smiling, she clicked her tongue again and glanced at the guests at thier table, giving them a kind nod.&quot;I fear that my elderly friend is so far gone, that he forgot my name. I am Ninth, his companion.&quot; She made sure to give him a big grin after she spoke, as she was sure a glare in her direction from him, would follow. <span class="time">-08:50 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Crossing her hands infront of her face and leaning her elbows on the table she grinned over at Ninth and said calmly &quot;Well good thing I brought mine.&quot; But, seeing that the Skies were only interested in getting something to eat she let herself relax a little. Soldiers were soldiers, no matter where they came from, and no smart soldier said no to a good meal. Looking over at the rowdy elf she said cheekly &quot;I don't recommened having the salid, they don't always wash the leaves.&quot; The server wench quickly passed by dropping off their drinks, reaching for hers Latnina's chain mail could be heard softly clinking under her tunic. &quot;I am Latnina. Nice to meet you both.&quot; She replied repressing the chuckle that swelled in her throat. <span class="time">-08:52 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Cassadel Broyka raised a curious eyebrow. Someone was being loud and it wasn't him. It looked like the leader of the group was ordering things like no one's business. Turning back to the monk...&quot;You think they would buy us a round?&quot; The elf pointed his thumb towards the ones getting glares. Finally realizing that a question was asked. &quot;Cassadel Broyka, stable-hand and soldier for hire.&quot;]</font> <span class="time">-08:53 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> &quot;Waryn.&quot; Should he give out the last name that wasn't his? Well, Waryn wasn't his either. The 'real' Waryn was dead and he was ... whatever he did, it didn't matter. Bruce and his Wife was happy with him being the Waryn-replacement even if Dami'an wasn't happy with him. &quot;Almost Guard Captain Waryn, actually...&quot; He tipped the wench and took his steaming tea from her. <span class="time">-09:01 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Shouts began in the distance. There was a general commotion going up from the south and coming closer. The Skies continued their conversation, talking about past battles and rewards, ignoring the noise. Or seeming to. The trained soldiers at the table next to the Skies' might notice that they were subtly moving to more alert stances. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> His jaw clenched as he gave Ninth a rather annoyed glare. She was a trial. She was something sent to him to test his patience and strength of will. There was no other explanation for the Fae's continued barbs and constant presence. &quot;Pleased to meet you all,&quot; he said, tearing his gaze from Ninth and forcing a polite expression. &quot;Now, I know we've just met, but would anyone wish to say a few words over our meal?&quot; <span class="time">-09:03 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> Ninth was in the middle of taking thier guests' names when her ear twitched; the clamor of armor and whispered words of urgency rang in her ears. Before Kenithus could even begin to tell her no, the fae moved from the table and walked away. Her meal would have to wait- she could be needed for something and it was exactly her job to react as needed. In the back of her mind she was mad that he had not reguarded her as his friend or companion; it was a matter that she would have to bring up in private, she figured. He normally didn't like to talk about anything for that matter. Breaking this grumpy &quot;egg&quot; was going to be harder than she expected. <span class="time">-09:12 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Leaning back in her chair in an appearence of relaxation Latnina was really just switching position to try and get a better look at what was coming the South. It was probably nothing to do with them but, if the Skies got involved things could get a lot worse. She could already see that they were tencing up like good fighters predicting a fighht. But for now Latnina turned her attention back to her own table and said &quot;I only know a soldier's prayer so prehaps you should do the honors.&quot; Halfway through her sentence her eyes switched to forcus on Nint as she walked away. <span class="time">-09:14 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> The red-haired elf had some words to say. Though, he thought it might be best to just continue eating up the tasty salad. He was a growing young male and they needed to eat. There was still no notes of the commontion brewing, now that food was involved. <span class="time">-09:19 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> That woman! Kenithus shot to his feet, giving the others an apologetic look. &quot;Go ahead with your meals, friends. I'll return soon, Sun Lord willing.&quot; He turned and marched after Ninth, quickly catching up with her despite his aged appearance. But they hadn't gotten out of the square before the angry, loud, whirling crowd reached them, pushing past and heading directly for the tables. There were shouts of anger and words of accusation toward the Skies. &quot;Them! It's all their fault!&quot; &quot;One of theirs did it!&quot; &quot;Don't let em get away!&quot; The town's civilians ringed the tables. &quot;I bet this group's in on it,&quot; said one, pointing directly at Cassadel. <span class="time">-09:19 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> Off duty or not, Waryn had a job to do. Or at least sorta a job to do. But the potential trouble causes were the Skies now and they were in here with them, which meant... What did that mean? What if they turned on everyone? If so, Waryn needed to stay put to watch them for suspicious behavior. Once again there was a twitch like his mind was trying to do something weird. &quot;I wonder what that ruckus is about...&quot; He managed to get out before the crowd pushed their way in. &quot;Hey there! You lot! Tell me what is happening?&quot; The Guard stood up and positioned himself in the way of the crowd and the Skies. Waryn was a common face around town after all... <span class="time">-09:22 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Cassadel Broyka choked on a piece of carrot. The accusation was uncalled for and unwarranted. &quot;I beg your pardon! What is this that I did? I was in William's Stable tending to the horses! Where you are my accusers?!&quot;]</font> <span class="time">-09:25 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> &quot;Please, back away...&quot; Ninth made sure her voice was heard by the crowd; as they clamored around them, she positioned herself so that if anything happened, Kenithus would not be harmed. &quot;I will only say this once. Back away and let us speak calmly about this matter!&quot; Her anger level was rising and only Kenithus saw the tiny flame that flickered in the palm of her hand- if she didn't gain control of it, she would end up leveling the entire block. <span class="time">-09:27 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Latnina was on her feeting a single moment placing the table between herself and the advancing mob. For now she was letting the Guard man address the crowd but, she could smeel the blood in the mobs intent, see it in their eyes, and hear it on their voices. Pulling her cloak closely around her she let her hand grasp the hilt of her sword unseen to all but, those who caught the slight shifting in her stance. She also moved her foot so that it was placed against one of the table's legs, at the first sign of violence this table was taking a trip into the faces of those standing in the front row of the mob. <span class="time">-09:30 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Loxa rose to her feet, as did her soldiers. She opened her mouth to speak, then let it close without words. If someone from the town was willing to speak for her, she should choose words carefully so as not to contradict him. But the crowd was not quieting and were pressing in tighter, surrounding the tables and surrounding Ninth and Kenithus. "You two," one said to the fae and the former paladin. "Get over there with your friends." Another several called out to Waryn. "Someone attacked one of the war council! They say he's not going to survive because one of them" he gestured to the Skies "hit him with one of those wands they carry." "Take their wands!" "You're a guard, arrest them!" "I say we take the whole lot of em under citizen's arrest." In this group, there were no guards or soldiers. Perhaps they were at the war citadel seeing to the conflict there, but this was a large group, no fewer than forty, of angry people. It would have to be handled carefully. Loxa, however, was losing her patience. "Why would we do something so stupid? Do you think we WANT to be caught and hanged?!" <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> &quot;All you have is hearsay! Now listen to me, you know me. If there has been a problem I'm sure the Skies will gladly come with me to the Guard post.&quot; For one thing, it'd be safer for them inside with Guards who are honor bound to defend their prisoners, no matter what they did. He turned around to look at the Skies at the table, hoping they'd see sense. &quot;Until we know exactly what happened, I think we should all stay calm.&quot; Waryn said reasonably. <span class="time">-09:33 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> Ninth was bumped and pushed far too many times to keep calm and with a flourish of robes, the claymore strapped to her back was free. Those stupid enough not to pay attention were carefully shoved to the side and she glanced back at Kenithus before letting out a sigh. &quot;I gave them a warning. It's out.&quot; Glancing once again upon the shocked crowd, she spoke loudly. &quot;NOW. When everyone is calm, I will put her away.&quot; <span class="time">-09:39 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Kenithus had noticed the spark, and now the rather large sword was too obvious for even the most idiotic in the crowd to miss. The crowd backed up, clutching their found implements of mayhem and looking like they were trying to figure out how to fight something so delicate wielding such a big weapon. Kenithus had just about had enough of this insanity. He turned to Ninth, reaching out to put his hands gently over hers. &quot;Now, Ninth. It is alright. They are confused and we ARE here to help the people of this town, not harm them.&quot; <span class="time">-09:42 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> As soon as the claymore came out, so did she. Cassadel was not going to unready. She was a beautiful axe that shined. The elf wanted to fight. It made his blood run faster. &quot;Take your accusations and stick it up your arses!&quot; <span class="time">-09:45 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Courrier New,verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> [Aenarid Ehlirra came running back up, pushing her way through the crowd. She had just left the training grounds when the commotion started, and she had heard all sorts of wild rumours start and grow wild like fire as she hurried to get back to the group. By the time she got there, they seemed to be the center of the entire commotion. "What's going on?" she wanted to know, not noticing the Skies until the words were already past her lips. "...Oh." Well, that explained that. It didn't explain what on earth she was supposed to do now, though, other than keep out of range of that sword.] <span class="time">-09:46 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Latnina hesitated for a moment, she knew quite a few of the concial members and to loose any of them was not good for the war effort and also not good for the current political status of the Skies. But, after her moment of doubt her mind kicked back in a she knew that the Skies here couldn't have done it, firstly they had been in the town center eating, and secondly they were trained mercenaries, if they had done it they would be long gone by now. She about to say something when Ninth drew out a large claymore immediatly drawing the crowds attention to her. Moving around the table her sword seemed to jump from its scabbard of its own accord. &quot;I would listen to them if I were you.&quot; Latnina said with humorous note in her voice. Her sword was only half visible to the general crowd but, it let most know that she intended to back up the others. At Cassadel's words she could feel herself wince a little bit, at this rate she had no idea if the crowd was going to figt or turn and run. <span class="time">-09:46 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Loxa growled. Thankfully the crowd was so noisy that no one heard. The guard was asking them to go with him. It could be a ploy to get rid of them all... but at the moment she was willing to trust him. Even if he had one of those faces that was so innocent it had to belong to a liar or murderer. "We'll go with the guard." She said it clearly, but by now the crowd was worked up. "I say we just hang the lot of them! How many of our loved ones have fallen to their wands?!" shouted an old woman wielding what appeared to be a decorative swordfish. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #74AC94;"><span class="username">Waryn: </span> &quot;You can't hang people without a fair trial! War is war and we're not out there, we're in here! And if everyone doesn't drop their weapons or disperse this instant there is going to be trouble!&quot; Waryn glared at very single one of them on both sides, anyone with a weapon was subject to the redhead's glare of disapproval and there was a lot of it to go around. &quot;I mean it. We're all sane and rational people, lets act like it!&quot; <span class="time">-09:56 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> His hands on her own, her hands shook. It was only a moment, but it was enough to cause tiny flames to dance from them; shrugging him away from her, she sighed and looked to the crowd. &quot;Do not speak to me that way.&quot; Ninth gave Kenithus a glare, before looking at the frightened crowd. Of course they should be scared- her claymore had seen it's fair share of bloodshed and it was not like she was incapeable of doing so again. &quot;I am quite sane!&quot; She said objectivley, finally putting the claymore up. &quot;But the next person who forgets to be sane and lays a finger on me again, will no longer be breathing.&quot; With that, she put it up and nodded to them- in turn, causing a few of the really frightened ones to nod along with her. <span class="time">-09:59 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> In the midst of the volatile situation, he flinched in pain at the heat from her hands, pulling his own away. His expression was different, sad, and for a moment he didn't think about the crowd or the Skies or the danger that surrounded them. He was worried, yes, but it was for Ninth. But when he realized what he was thinking, he harrumphed in anger. &quot;All of you should go home instead of listening to silly rumors,&quot; he called to the crowd. &quot;Don't you think the entire guard would be here by now if these people posed a threat? The only ones spoiling for a fight are you.&quot; And maybe that crazy redheaded elf, he thought to himself. <span class="time">-10:04 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #718BBF;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Aenarid moved to try and put herself between the Skies, her group, and the rest of the mob. &quot;I believe that a withdrawal to somewhere much less crowded may be wise...&quot; she suggested in an even tone. Things were beginning to get hairy, and if they didn't move soon, someone was bound to do something stupid. Just as the thought passed through her head, someone threw a rock, aimed at the Skies, which struck her in the flank. She kicked in surprise and wheeled around. &quot;Who did that?!&quot; she demanded from the section of crowd from which it was thrown. <span class="time">-10:05 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Seeing that things were actually calming down Latnina raised her sword so as to put it back in its Scabbard. This, in hindsight, was probably not the smartest thing to do. Her rising sword click against the lowering pitchfork of a farmer. Prehaps she could have defussed the situation with a few well placed apologies but, the next second another a stone flew through the air and the world seemed to shatter. The Farmer lunged forward, the rest of the crowd surging with him, the dangerously sharp prongs of his pitchfork digging dirrectly in to her middrif. The force of the blow sent her flying backwards into the table the farmer following her keeping up the pressure as though he hoped to skewer her to the ground. <span class="time">-10:10 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> Seeing the crowd backing off and everything dieing, she was lowered. It wasn't away, but it was obvious it wasn't aimed at anyone. The elf took a deep breath, and then the rock was thrown. His eyes lit up and he was in panic mode. He shook but thankfully didn't raise his weapon. The intensity was really getting to him. When the civilian that point lunged, he recieved a think, elven skull to the forehead. <span class="time">-10:11 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="font-family: "Verdana",verdana,serif; color: #FFFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=1 face=verdana>[<font color=red>(Logout) Waryn</font> is off to rescue a damsel in distress!]</font> <span class="time">-((10:12 Apr 17))</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> (*thick) <span class="time">-10:13 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> The Fae reacted to the chaos, surprisingly well; with one hand she kept Kenithus from harm and with the other, retreived the claymore. It's heavy blade ringing through the air, she quickly shoved as many of them back as she could; being careful not to actually cause harm to them. When it came to diffusing the situation, Ninth did not exactly have to draw blood. &quot;One rock, and then chaos!&quot; She argued with Kenithus, making sure he noticed that she had not caused it. &quot;What do we do now?&quot; <span class="time">-10:17 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Loxa was not going to let these people take the fall for some wild rumor. She gave a series of quick hand signals and the Skies moved rapidly through the crowd, righting those who fell, taking punches meant for others, and generally letting themselve be clobbered for the sake of protecting the rioters from themselves. Meanwhile, Waryn noted with relief that the guard had finally arrived and were working their way in from the north and east, subduing the rioters and taking pretty much everyone into custody. <span class="time">-10:18 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>Loxa was not going to let these people take the fall for some wild rumor. She gave a series of quick hand signals and the Skies moved rapidly through the crowd, righting those who fell, taking punches meant for others, and generally letting themselve be clobbered for the sake of protecting the rioters from themselves. Meanwhile, Waryn noted with relief that the guard had finally arrived and were working their way in from the north and east, subduing the rioters and taking pretty much everyone into custody. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> It had seemed to be calming, but suddenly, everything was slipping to insanity. One moment, there seemed to almost be calm, but the next the crowd surged and Kenithus felt warmth and cold all in one moment on his lower back. The pain that followed wasn't the worst he'd felt but it was the first daggerwound he'd taken in some time. Hissing, he forced himself not to double. He wouldn't let her see. He knew bad things would happen if he did. Slowly turning, he took the attacker by the wrist and squeezed until the attacker fell to his knees. It was strange, being tugged by one arm and subduing someone with the other. It required a strange amount of focus. &quot;We let the guard do their best and we stay alive.&quot; <span class="time">-10:20 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username">Cassadel Broyka: </span> As much as he wanted to slice and dice...these were still innocent people. Even if they were stupid, the only one he would cause harm to...is already on the floor with a broken nose. Not to be over taken, he still waved her as if there were brush in the way of freshly baked cakes. &quot;Back you arsefaces!&quot; <span class="time">-10:25 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> &quot;Fine!&quot; Ninth could sense a change in Kenithus's tone and she could feel the urgency to get out of there welling up inside. Tugging at his arm it brought his attacker closer to her and with a kick, sent him back and away. People were being dragged into custody and she had a foreboding feeling that they were going to end up that way, too. It took her finally letting go, to realize that she had kept a firm grip on Kenithus's hand; also keeping in mind that she hadn't lit anything on fire. Yet. <span class="time">-10:27 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #718BBF;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Aenarid suddenly felt the crowd surge up on her, even as the Skies made their escape. She felt another rock hit her in the shoulder and she tried to rear up, but people were pressed so hard against her. She didn't draw her knife, though, until she felt an opportunistic pickpocket go for her money pouch. &quot;Don't you dare!&quot; she warned, going at him with her knife, even as others tried to climb on her, punch her, and generally just bring her down. She wanted to wheel and kick, but that would cause more injury than she wanted to in trying to break free from this mess. <span class="time">-10:31 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> The farmer staggered backwards when Cassadel's head met his own. Without pressure on the pitchfork Latnina kicked it away and rolled over onto her knees feeling at her midriff. She was sencerly glad that she had choosen to wear her chain mail. The points had pierced the links of her armor but, she was more worried about having broken a rib than any puncture wounds from the pitch fork. Carefully pushing herself to her feet, and still clutching her midriff, she started making her way over to Kenithus and Ninth. But, when she got close she spotted the guards making their way through the crowds making a general arrest. Looking back at Kenithus and Ninth she sawthe red stain creeping down the older amn's back. Letting out a high whistle seeming almost to summon her horse to her side she said loudly to them &quot;Lets get away from here.&quot; Pausing she used the hilt of her sword to knock away an advansing attacker, wincing as she did so, with her luck from a broken rib. &quot;It would be best not to be caught here.&quot; <span class="time">-10:35 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The guards finally reached the Skies, who very willingly surrendered under Loxa's order. The civilians were causing more trouble for the guards. They (the guard) had reached Cassadel and were attempting to get ropes on him and get his axe away. Another small group of guards were trying to get Ae calmed down, much like one would attempt to calm a riled horse. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> Kenithus frowned up at Latnina. He was a paladin, or had been. Duty and law bound him to the consequences of his actions and associations. &quot;Take Ninth and get her away if you must.&quot; She's a danger to the jail, he thought. &quot;But I will stay.&quot; <span class="time">-10:37 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #718BBF;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Aenarid was breathing hard, stressed, but she clutched her money pouch triumphantly. It did take her a moment to realise the people trying to subdue her had changed from the townfolk to the guard at some point. <span class="time">-10:40 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #718BBF;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Once she realised who they were, she calmed down greatly, but was still feeling somewhat jittery. She backed away from them nervously. <span class="time">-10:41 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Cassadel Broyka was able to cut a few ropes but because he was trying to verbally prove his innocence, they overpowered him and got him down. The elf was able to bit one of the guards hands, before they hog tied him.]</font> <span class="time">-10:41 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> With a glare, she tightened her grip on his hand; taking the time to kick someone back that had lunged at her. The fools around them were dropping like flies, albeit, knocked out ones. By the time she was finished, there was a pile of wounded, groaning men at her feet. It was getting hard for her to clear a path for them. She looked up at Latnina and then back to Kenithus- the look in her eyes filled with obvious objection. &quot;I'm not leaving you behind.&quot; She said matter of factly. <span class="time">-10:42 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> Latnina whiped her brow on the sleeve of the arm holding her sword and let out a heavy sigh. With a broken rib and with this crazy mob she was in no condition to fight with the surprisingly strong Fae, leaving her with few options, actually even fewer options as she would feel about riding out on her new found friends exspecially with one wounded like he was. &quot;Well I am not about to fight you about this, we have enough fighting already on our hands.&quot; With that she sheethed her sword and added in a slightly sour voice &quot;For the record this was not our fault. But, hopefully I have enough connections amoung the soldiers to cut our jail stay as short as possible.&quot; She causally sent one last attacker sprawling before the guards were apon them. <span class="time">-10:51 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The guards moved to take Ae into custody, wary of her hind legs. Most of the crowd had been subdued at this point. Waryn was attempting to explain matters to the guard lieutenant leading the group. Prisoners were being grouped together. One female guard called out, her voice ringing across the square. "The lot of you should be ashamed of the mess you caused. You will, each and every one of you, be held accountable. And so you know, there was NO attack on the War Citadel or the Council members. We'll sort this out at the prison. Now march." With that, the guards began herding the captives to what would be a rather crowded jail. The guards rounded up the last of the prisoners, Latnina, Ninth, and Kenithus among them and took them away, confiscating weapons and horses from any who had them. <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
<div style="color: #718BBF;"><span class="username">Aenarid Ehlirra: </span> Aenarid reared up some, still panicky, but she didn't fight back. They took her knife from her, but she held her money pouch out of reach, refusing to let them take it as well. It was a full week's work in there now. The guards finally put a rope around her waist and another around the back of her flanks to pull her along. She looked back to see if any of her group were being taken as well. <span class="time">-11:00 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF5333;"><span class="username">Ninth: </span> &quot;Never been arrested, before!&quot; The Fae sounded a bit too excited about the fact; she had been in a lot of different situations, but never, had anyone tried to keep her restrained and captive. She could not help but chuckle a bit as one of the guards brought over the heavy chains to keep her shackled; he struggled with the weight and was caught off guard by the fact that she lifted them around her wrists so easily. Wide-eyed, he backed away and scrambled to the others and she grinned after him; her eyes daring any of them to come and test her strength. It was then that she turned her focus on Kenithus; fully prepared for him to be angry with her for getting them arrested- but it did not come. He looked angry, yes- but he always did; this time, there were no patronizing words or lectures of how disappointed he was in her reaction. Hearing nothing from him, was frightening. Quickly, she tried to get as close to him as possible, studying his face worriedly. &quot;Sir, are you alright?! Sir!&quot; <span class="time">-11:02 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FFA824;"><span class="username">Kenithus Silver: </span> He nodded to her, but now all his strength was going to attempting not to pass out. He made the walk, barely, but as soon as the door to the cell clanged shut, he sagged onto one of the benches. He was pasty, sweaty, and obviously injured. And locked in a cell alone with the fae. He grimaced. He was sure she wasn't going to take this well. But it had to happen. He needed her help. But for now. For now he let himself close his eyes for just a moment... <span class="time">-11:05 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #FF0000;"><span class="username"> </span> <font size=2>[Cassadel Broyka had a an incredibly grim, ugly expression. He shook but even he couldn't over power the 12 guards that had to carry him without any trouble. He still spit on them. &quot;You all should come by the stables! William could always use more horses!&quot; With that he was carried off, amist grunts and curses.]</font> <span class="time">-11:05 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> &quot;I've been arrested. Twice. Three times if you count being detained for dissaplianry action by a General.&quot; Latnina said flatly as they were led into the jail she being thrown into a cell across from the one Kenithus and Ninth were in. She was about to go and take a seat against the far wall when she heard Ninth's worried voice. Pressing herself up against the bars she called out concerned &quot;Ninth, do you have any extra cloth.&quot; Not waiting for an answer she threw off her cloak and then tugged off her tunic revielling her now slightly damaged coat of mail, the three holes surrounded by a bit of dried blood, and the under shirt that she was wearing under that. Tossing her tunic over she told Ninth in a firm voice &quot;Put this under his back.&quot; She herself kneeled down against her cell bars, the pain from her broken rib making it a bit hard to breath. &quot;I'll talk to the captain soon and see if we can't get processed sooner.&quot; <span class="time">-11:16 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #006B54;"><span class="username">Latnina Faolin: </span> &quot;I've been arrested. Twice. Three times if you count being detained for dissaplianry action by a General.&quot; Latnina said flatly as they were led into the jail she being thrown into a cell across from the one Kenithus and Ninth were in. She was about to go and take a seat against the far wall when she heard Ninth's worried voice. Pressing herself up against the bars she called out concerned &quot;Ninth, do you have any extra cloth.&quot; Not waiting for an answer she threw off her cloak and then tugged off her tunic revielling her now slightly damaged coat of mail, the three holes surrounded by a bit of dried blood, and the under shirt that she was wearing under that. Tossing her tunic over she told Ninth in a firm voice &quot;Put this under his back.&quot; She herself kneeled down against her cell bars, the pain from her broken rib making it a bit hard to breath. &quot;I'll talk to the captain soon and see if we can't get processed sooner.&quot; <span class="time">-11:16 Apr 17</span></div>
<div style="color: #CCFFFF;"><span class="username"> </span> <p class=ngm>The last of the cell doors slammed shut. Most were overcrowded, a few solitary cells had two or three people. The Skies were bunched together in two adjacent cells, the townspeople in others, Ninth and Kenithus in one and Cassadel, Latnina and Ae in another. It was going to be a long night... Somewhere in town, a news crier announced the evening's news. "Hear ye all! Hear ye all! Riot in the Town Centre was subdued by guards today! Over fourty arrested, including the notorious mercenaries, the Nyshta Skies! It is unclear who started the riot, but it seems to be connected to the rumored and untrue attacks on the War Council. Talks continue between the leader of the Skies and the Council but are on hold until culpability can be established! Weather tomorrow expected to be heavy snow outside of the city with..." <span class="time">-Kenithus Silver</span></div>
 
Alright, I need to know if we wish to do the trials of Ceru's and Nino's characters next session. OR. If you want to skip to after it and I can write a short summary of the trials and just post it in the thread. I'm just worried trials for small transgressions would be boring.
 
I would prefer to just skip ahead but, I am willingto go along with what the group decides as a whole.
 
Okay. We will be running another session soon, though I am not sure quite when yet. I'll provide a trial summary before then and get us ready. The next episode will revolve around something very fun.

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After the trials came to a conclusion, business continued. To the consternation of many and the relief of others, the Nyshta Skies were welcomed to Ladriva and the War Effort. Their role in the fighting would be debated by the War Council, but until they were deployed, they would remain in the city. Many are unhappy and distrustful, but the Nyshta Skies have decided to host a small party. This party is in honor of those who defended them, who stood trial alongside them as allies and friends... well, as close to friends as the Skies have at the moment.

You will be guests of honor at this small party. It's no ball; mercenaries aren't exactly high society, after all, so be ready for a rowdy fun time.

But not all are pleased at this party, and danger lurks in the wings. Many hold the opinion that the Skies are still working for the enemy, and those at the party may well be a danger to the war effort. Trouble is coming, and you're caught right in the middle of it.
 
Name: Flynn


Age: 31


Appearance: Standing just shy of 6 feet tall, Flynn has a rough spun look about him that reveals an obvious life on the go. His medium length black hair is typically fairly well kept in terms of cleanliness, but is largely in disarray but for the tan cloth which he has used to tie the majority of it behind his head, save for a few unruly strands. Light blue eyes glimmering faintly with intelligence regard the world surrounding him, betraying a hint of fatigue that goes beyond the physical.

Flynn's attire is more functional than fashionable. His outfits are often made up of clothing which fit his road-sculpted form well, colored to at least somewhat blend into the environment he is currently traveling in. With each outfit, he keeps a light scarf about his neck and a dark-stained leather equipment bandolier over his torso. A quick access satchel is also secured to his right leg, lined around the outside with small pouches containing vials of various substances. A simple hatchet is secured through a loop in his belt on the right side of his hip. A small rucksack slung over his back contains the rest of his essentials, with a spare pair of boots hung over one side by the laces, while a steel-reinforced crossbow adorns the other side. Lastly, a leather gauntlet with a Gnomish launching mechanism is secured to his left wrist with an unsubtle spool of weighted wire mounted to it.


Occupation: Self-proclaimed entrepreneur, rogue explorer by trade. He is currently under the secret employ of Nyshta Skies as a "scout."


History: Originating from humble beginnings in the capital of Mountainshore, Flynn grew up in the mostly-loving care of his parents. Tinkers by trade, he was educated in all aspects of the business from an early age until well into his early adulthood. But fate changed Flynn forever while he was on a routine trip carrying parts from one of the family's Gnomish business partners. While taking a shortcut, he encountered a particular princess who so happened to be in a mood to escape the confines of the palace that day. What began was a romance doomed for failure, and inevitably resulted in Flynn's exile from Mountainshore along with everything he had ever known.

In the years that followed, he quickly learned to live by his wits and survive through a healthy level of general distrust in strangers, albeit not without a few hard lessons. A perceived lack of anything to lose along with a desire for the comfort he took for granted while caring for his parents' establishment brought him to a group of adventurers who were conducting expeditions into unmapped territories in search of treasures. He stayed with the troupe for several years, finding a natural niche in repairing the various gadgets and tools they utilized to explore ruins. Fate unfortunately had another turn for Flynn, who became the only surviving member of the troupe after a failed expedition.

He returned to civilization tight-lipped and weary, casting aside adventuring for whatever profit he could muster. Hearing that the Nyshta Skies were seeking a "specialist," he thought it wise to apply and soon found himself in their employ. Since then he has served diligently for the mercenary company as a scout, which has brought him to the city of Ladriva with a special assignment…


Talents and Gifts: Aside from an apparent knack for survival, he is quite clever with contraptions and machinery. He's quite good at remaining unseen when he needs to be, whether by blending in or actively sneaking; a byproduct from his early life on the road with few ways to defend himself. He has maintained a solid level of fitness over the years, and is surprisingly sturdy when it comes to taking punishment.


Personality: Flynn is understandably wary and reserved for the most part. He maintains courtesies, but keeps his distance from people. A dry wit and a fond personality await those who gain his trust.


Secret: He's secretly met with the princess from his past in recent years, which resulted in a child. The royal family (and her husband) is thus far unaware of this rendezvous.


Rumors: Flynn's last expedition may have resulted in the deaths of his friends, but it's whispered among the prospecting and exploring community that he did not come out empty handed. Speculations run rampant about a particular piece which he carried out with him, the truth behind what it is, and its actual worth… which may not be monetary.


Important Gear: The weighted tether launcher on his left wrist, Gnomish multi-goggles, crossbow, hatchet, boot dagger, tinker tool set, survival gear (IE: rations, bedroll)
 
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