Manifest Destiny: Westcrown Harbor (IC)

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End: Manifest Destiny
In-Character Thread

HMS Resolute, the newest Galleon of the Chelaxian fleet. While not a flag ship, the modernity of the vessel grants its assignment some amount of prestige. Of course, it also means the crew hasn't quite settled into a comfortable status quo yet, having just completed a single Shakedown cruise to the Arch of Aroden and back. During that cruise, tensions arose among the crew, tensions that will likely only heighten on the two-month long trip to Arcadia.

Westcrown is a city of lush Chelaxian history -- once the capital of the Great Empire, now it exists as a crumbling monument to a distant past, a past of broken promises and prophecies unfulfilled. The Old Nobility is strong in Westcrown, as is the Chelaxian Navy, who uses it as their primary port of call. And it is in the Great Sea Harbor of Westcrown that the Resolute awaits its important passengers.

The Harbor district is in a constant state of half-decay. The merchants who once flourished at the port now must pay onerous taxes on to the new Capital City of Egoran, seat of House Thrune, up the Adivian River. Under the weight of these taxes, they have been unable to maintain the harbor to the glorious standards of the Cheliax Empire, and Westcrown is slowly becoming an embarassment to the nation.

The river, linking Egoran to the sea by way of Westcrown, has been unnavigable since the destruction of the wondrous Stavian Arch canal system that bypassed the Rikkan Falls during a short-lived uprising of a group of rebellious Westcrown noble families against House Thrune. As punishment for the treason, Westcrown now labors under massive punitive taxes and fees, paralyzing its ability to execute its trade. Perhaps as a reprisal from the Old Nobility and their Westcrown supporters for being forced to labor under such crushing tyranny, or perhaps due to the intrigue of foreign powers interested in a continued state of disorder in the Empire, all attempts to repair the Stavian Arch canal system have ended in failure due to assassinations of the Overseers assigned by the crown, or the suspicious timing of well-organized slave riots and revolts.

Thus, the Resolute stands head and shoulders above the dilapitated merchant vessels, a shining example of Chelaxian engineering and ingenuity. Bristling with Numerian-steel cannon aboard boroque decks of dried-blood colored wood and polished bronze fixtures, the Resolute is a fearsome sight to all who behold it -- a terrible reminder of the sheer military might of the greatest nation in all of Golarion.

As you approach the ship, along the unsteady and uneven planks of the deep harbor docks, you spot the crew preparing the rigging and using block and tackle to transfer huge crates of supplies and provisions aboard the ship. The indentured halfling crew is quick with its duty, and their monkey-like agility seems almost supernatural. According to the Admirality, Slips (halflings) are deployed on naval vessels to save space and supplies, the little monkey-like creatures are properly submissive and easily trained and use much less in the way of rations of food and water.

An ornate plank, clad in silver and gold, has been laid from the ship to the dock, and velvet rug has been placed on both ends to clean the boots and assure that the filth from the docks does not tarnish the glory of the Resolute.

Approaching the ship, a Halfling sounds a whistle, announcing your arrival, and a couple of slips obsequiously approach to help you aboard.

Go ahead and post your arrival on the ship. You can post some events that led up to your arrival in the harbor if you wish, but it isn't precisely necessary - you can simply refer to them in character in a clever manner if you want to elucidate us on the method to which you have traveled to the harbor.

Some things to keep in mind: Despite your status, the journey is a long arduous and expensive one. Only vital personnel (aka the PCs) are being shipped, along with the supplies and goods (aka "gold bars") deemed important for expansion in the colonies. Any servants or entourage you wish to acquire will have to be done after your arrival, at your own expense.

The trip is going to take two-months, across rough seas. This is not going to be a walk in the park for any of you, and it likely will feel like a one way trip. Whatever happens, good or ill, your lives will never ever be the same.

Until the ship leaves the harbor (which is to say, until the game "officially" starts), I'd like you to post once, and only once, per day. I don't want to overdo the posts to make it too hard for people showing up later than others to catch up. You can, however, make that one post as awesome as you like, in fact, I probably will be handing out (small) rewards for especially well-written posts. If you think someone's post deserves a reward, nominate them by PMing me or otherwise letting me know somehow, and I'll make the final judgment.

Finally, you're welcome to scheme in private with one another, but I ask that you include me in any private In-Character communications, either by carbon-copying me in the message, or by sending me a C&P of it.

[Stormageddon]

Cid Donary woke that morning with a sense of propose. Despite the excitement in his heart he slowed himself down. Making sure that shaved with accuracy, and arranging his hair in perfect order. Even though his Hellknight helmet would hide the tidiness of his hygiene was no excuse for his person to look out of order.

As he dressed himself in the armor that had belong to his father, and his father before him. The importance of the mission that waited him at the steeled his heart as to what must be done. Cid tightened every strap and arranged every piece of the plate to himself in perfect order; as he had been taught.

The daily morning routine done he said a prayer to any god that that might be listening for success in the quest that awaited him at the docks. With that he went done stairs and out the front door. His goodbyes already said the night before to a tearful mother and a proud father.

He steady his stride as he reached the streets of Westcrown. A Hellknight even a Armiger must not been seen hurrying. The cape that boar the symbol of his order (Hand wrapped in chains) blew in the wind as he walked. Few the streets of Westcrown would make eye contact with the Armiger as he walked. A few tried to hide themselves from his presents. Which was good; men with chaos in their hearts should hide themselves from the law, and Cid knew beyond a doubt that all men have chaos in their hearts.

As Cid reaches the docks a sick feeling creeps into his stomach. He hates traveling by sea and it's chaotic nature. If the gods had want men to float on the oceans they would have giving men gills in which to breath the water. However somethings must endured for the good of the order.

Cid takes a moment to appreciate the well trained halfling slaves as they preform as they should with pride in their position as is their duty. Cid sucks up one last feeling of panic at prospect of boarding the ship. After all he has to... His orders had been clear; the consequences of failure in a fatal nature for all had been even more clear. Archor's End waits for him.

Armiger Cid Donary is here to save Archor's End.

He turns to the nearest Halfling slave speaking in Halfling I wish to settle in. Please show me to my quaters.

[AmusingSN]

"Hello hello!" The Halfling perked up when the mighty Hellknight spoke in the pidgen tongue of his people, and responding in kind. "You honor our humble crew our own dialect!" The young slave had light unblemished skin and soft downy sideburns on either side of his face. "We're supposed to fetch Old Gunn, the foreman, whenever anyone important arrived. Mitt is already on the forecastle getting him now. I'm supposed to apologize to you for any inconvenience, while I get your luggage and other stowable goods in order." And then it was clear he was sizing up any packages or bags that Cid had brought aboard with him.

"Greetings mighty Lord Armiger Cid of the Honored House Donary!" The grizzled old halfling sea dog boomed as he slid down the rails leading to the main deck from the forecastle. "I'm Gunn, the foreman of these here crewmembers." He paused a moment to shoo them off. "Run along lads."

The other halflings scattered clear of the area, taking whatever loose gear or supplies that Cid had brought aboard with him, presumably to secure in his quarters for his convenience.

"Would you like me to show you your quarters, or would you like to come on up to the forecastle and say hello to the captain and some of the command crew first?" Gunn held a long curved pipe in his hand, and a box of smokeweed. He held the box up toward Cid, clearly meaning to offer to share a pinch of the bounties of the old halfling's world travels.

[Xunthrae]

Liana grins, flute in hand, as she makes her way through town, waving at people she knows and who know of her. She was proud of her cultivated reputation here. She may not be very famous outside of this city, but her training was well used and made her a minor celebrity among the artistic people of the city.

She was sure to make herself as beautiful as she could that morning. First impressions being everything and all. She is wearing her hair down, letting it's natural curls frame her face. Her clothing is a red and blue cloth shirt with a deep V down the center and a white shirt underneath concealing her chest with red dyed leather pants with minor floral stitching on her thighs. It's one of her favorite traveling outfits. Comfortable, alluring and it allows for a broad range of motion. Great for dancing if she wants too.

After a while of walking she finally arrives at the boat. She looks around, taking in the wondrous sight of the supremely modern ship. . Wow, this must have cost a fortune.. and I get to sail on it! Her gaze sweeps the ship, taking measure of the halflings. She's glad other races don't bother her much, or she'd be one very grumpy woman this trip.

She wipes off her feet before walking up the carpeted plank. There must be some important people for them to go through this much trouble... Is that a Hellknight? Of course there are some of them coming. She mentally sighed. They could be such bores, but there is nothing she can do so she moves on and waits off to the side of the ship, not wanting to bother the knight. When he is lead away for whatever reason she brings her flute to her lips and begins to play it with a lively cadence, she is leaning against the railing while she waits for others to arrive and to be addressed.

She would make way for Madam Vieri's sons in this new place and repay her debt for all her mentor did for her. It's the least she could do for them, the people who took her in and helped her do what she loved.


The perform Wind check is at a +11, so taking 10 brings it to 21:smallcool:, which is considered a "Great performance" if we are using the normal dc for perform things

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam Black rose before dawn. Walking down the stairs of the inn he had slept at, in the slight cold of the pre dawn, he quietly roused the cook and set the man about making him a simple breakfast. Adam was not unkind, but people did what he said, politeness or not.

While the citizen prepared his meal, the large man returned to his room and lit a candle and knealt before the low burning ashes of the previous night's fire. He began his daily prayers touching on each of the lawful deities, ending on Asmodeus, his greatest patron the one who had spared him and whose disciples had raised him.

The cook lightly tapped on his door and Adam took the food from him without a word, handing the man a silver for his trouble. Eating the plain meal of bread dried meat and cheese with a weak dipping broth of some kind, while sitting on the edge of his bed, he contimplated the trip ahead, he was hopeful. It was easy to construct things from the ground up, much easier than changing pre-existing society.

As the first rays of dawn shed light on the small desk in front his window, Adam penned a brief letter to Aldon, a friend and priest of Asmodeus at the Egorian temple of Asmodeus, where Adam had been raised. Sealing the note with red wax, Adam let the serving girl into his room with the warm water for cleaning he had requested the night before, paying her little heed as she set it on his wash stand in front of an old but gilded mirror.

Standing before the mirror Adam cut his beard into a straight edge ending in a gotee and checked his close cropped black hair. After that he washed his body and then his armor, a newly forged set of hellknight plate given to him from his order, the order of the Godclaw. It was beautiful, made to fit over his grey ceremonial hooded robes. It was adorned with many clawed hands detailed in the metal itself looking as if Adam were about to be dragged to Hell, a strict reminder of what was in store for those who broke the law or violated order.

Donning his robes and armor, the 6'5 270 pound man straped his vicious looking morningstar to his waist and slung his pack over his shoulder. Stepping into the morning sun.

As he walked to the ship, about a hundred yards in front of him he could see a woman walking along his same course, waving at the people and recieving kind words or slight cheers, a local celebrity no doubt. Those same people with brightened looks on their faces saw him moments later, the smiles vanishing from their faces in an instant. They could feel his penetrating and judgmental gaze from beneath the edge of his hood.

Sparing them no time, Adam reached the ship to view a somewhat carefree display from the subhumans aboard the ship. Efficient he thought Very efficient. Walking up the gangplank he stated in a clear voice. "Who is in charge here?" he says, slightly perturbed at having to raise his voice over the, begrudgingl good he admits, flute playing of the lady.

[OracleofSilence]

Oinsín woke early in a local inn. For the past few days, he had been dressed unobtrusively, passing himself off as a traveler, both to avoid the attention, and get cheaper rooms. Yes, he stood out in a crowd, but here in Westcrown, plenty of people did.

He talked his way into the inns kitchen, ate a small breakfast, and then walked quietly out of the inn and towards the docks. The future was bright, his prospects were improving. From this point on, the only person getting him into a politically advantageous marriage would be himself.

As he neared the port, the young noble kept a pleasant mask over hi decidedly less pleasant thoughts. I heard some Thrunes might be on the expedition. That might complicate things a little. Still, as long as I can keep my distance long enough, get a few other friends... What the hell is that racket? Oh. This might be an opportunity.

As Oinsín's reverie is broken by some lively flute playing, his gaze snaps to the young women responsible. He nods politely to the halfling's, but waves away their attempt to help him onto the ship. After dropping his pack with the other luggage, he walks over to the young bard. "So, another of those less then favored by House Thrune is joining me on the voyage? Its good to know there's someone around here who might be interesting to talk to.". Oinsín keeps his voice pleasant, his eyes cheerful, he makes his appraisal of her reaction obvious. This one might be useful indeed.

[Fairfield]

Although Basil Kydones had never been a particularly religious man during his time in Taldor, he found time to stop and say a prayer at a small temple of Abadar on his way to the Harbor District. In his four years of service to House Donary, he had found that clinging to his Taldan roots -- the features of his upbringing and personality that made him different from this nation of devil-worshipers -- offered him some solace in his exile. There was, of course, a fine line between those elements of his Taldan heritage that were acceptable in Cheliax and those that were not, but the past several years had taught him that few in this nation looked down upon a worshiper of Abadar.

Basil whispered a prayer for a safe journey and a chance for success across the sea. Then, he turned and walked back out into the Westcrown streets. His journey to the docks was almost pleasant. Yes, his lack of an entourage forced him to keep an extra eye on his surroundings, but there were no signs of danger. Nothing at all was likely to interfere with his grand escape.

The Harbor District did not impress Basil. In the past, he would have taken pleasure in its obvious decay, but he saw no point in that kind of pettiness these days. After all, he was an agent of House Donary, and he himself would be working for the betterment of Cheliax.

As the pair of halfling slaves -- slips, rather -- came out to meet him, Basil felt a fully-fledged grin cross his features. Arcadia! He could taste it now, on the tip of his tongue. Safety, and a new beginning. No more looking over his shoulder for assassins, no more waking up in a cold sweat. While he was sure that neither his brother or House Tyrondas would entirely give up their pursuit of him, he could think of few places on Golarion safer than across the Arcadian Ocean. Safe from the Taldans, at least...

"I am Basil Kydones, a servant of House Donary," Basil announced. He then directed the two questions he needed answered immediately to one of the slips: "Has Armiger Cid Donary arrived yet? And has the capital loaned to me been loaded aboard the ship?"

[Stormageddon]

Cid's assessment of the crew lessens as this halfling slave offers him a too familiar gesture of smoking from his pipe. A Hellknight seen smoking with a common slave... Think of the scandal! He was planning on settling down in his cabin, but perhaps he should go met with this captain to see what kind of man he would be dealing with.

Cid raises a hand to wave away the pipe. Still speaking in halfling No thank you... His thoughts are cut as lovely music starts to play behind him. Turns to see a even more lovely musician behind the pipes. His stare is broken as he notices another Hellknight approaching the ship. A God Claw by the looks of him. Why wasn't Cid informed of this!? As the hellknight approaches and demands to speak to the person in charge cid turns to speaking the common tongue.

Brother, I am Armger Cid Donary of the house of Donary. I'm glad for you to join us on this mission. I was not informed by my order that another of our ilk would be joining me. What interest does the God Claw have in Anchor's End? This slave was about to lead me to their captain would you care to join me?

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Just noticing the fellow Hellknight, Adam walks towards him with a confident gait. "Greetings brother, I am Adam Black Crusader and Cleric of our lord Asmodeus as well as a member of the God Claw. My order's goal I'm sure aligns with your own, to guide these distant lands away from chaos and further the might of the empire."

Extending a gauntlet to shake with Cid, Adam motions for the slave to lead on.

"It is surprising to me that I was not informed of your presence here, though I'm sure it was some oversight by a scribe and nothing more."

[AmusingSN]

Liana


A young teen-aged boy, dressed in a ceremonial naval uniform that might be a size or two too large for him, approached the young Bard. Though young, he had a certain confident bearing that carried well in his step. When he arrived, he spoke in her general direction, but did not engage her. Instead, he made it seem like he was simply enjoying the flute music, while overseeing the activity on the deck. However, when she paused her playing, he spoke in a conspiratorial stage whisper in her general direction.

"The beautiful protege of none other than Madam Vieri. The Captain is an old friend of hers, you know. She was on board the ship last night. I was on midnight watch, and witnessed her sneaking out of the captain's private cabin. Scandalous wouldn't you say? But I'm sure she secured his guarantee to see you safely arrived at Arcadia, with your virtue intact, despite all the wolves that are accompanying you to Arcadia. And speaking of wolves . . . . "

Before Liana could say a word, it was clear that Oinsín was approaching. The young midshipman took the distraction of the Noble Sorcerer's arrival as an opportunity to slip away.


Oisín


The halflings took care of Oisín's luggage without word, efficiently carrying out their duties. The sound of their scurrying, and the creaking of the ship against the dock, was not nearly loud enough to drown out the skillful performance of the Courtly Bard, who caught his attention. She was so striking that he barely noticed the formally dressed midshipman leaning against the railing next to her.

However, as he approached, he noticed the shifty young man take his leave, and slip away to join the crew in the execution of their duties.


Adam and Cid


It would appear that the grizzled old one-eyed halfling, Gunn, was about to answer Adam's question, but before he could do so, Cid made it clear he intended to take the point on this one. The old halfling followed behind Cid, keeping a small amount of distance as a homage to civility and privacy, even though he was certainly close enough to hear everything the two hellknights said.


Basil


One of the halflings was sizing up the Taldan man. When dealing with Basil, the slaves didn't seem quite so nervous and obsequious. They might just be halflings, and they might be slaves, but they were sure as heck Born of Cheliax, through and through. He wasn't sure what to make of the foreigner -- noble though he clearly was.

"Your Lord Armiger has arrived." The other halfling motioned to where, just beyond a tower of crates and barrels, the Cid was speaking with another Hellknight, and both were in the company of the grizzled old halfling foreman. "He's speaking with Lord Armiger Black. They're actually just beyond where all the capital and supplies are being loaded, m'lord." After a pause, he added. "I think there must have been some sort of miscommunication. It might be wise to facilitate the peace, m'lord, and bring about an accord."

[Stormageddon]

Cid grasps Black's hand.

Indeed an error. I'm pleased that the Chain and the God Claw are allied in this endeavor. In the days ahead we shall make a plan for this Anchor's End. But for now I wish to speak to the captain of this vessel.

Bringing up the ship brings a tightness into his gut. Cid shoves it down.

Switching to Infernal The slaves on this ship work proficiently, but show too much familiarity to those above him. I wish to know what kind of man he is to allow such things.

[Fairfield]

Basil followed the halfling's gaze over to where Lord Armiger Cid was standing in conversation with another Hellknight. Courtesy dictated that Basil leave the two to their conversation and approach his patron at a later time. When he first fled to Cheliax, showing that amount of deference would have rankled, but by this time he had learned his role.

Then he returned his attention to the halfling. "Miscommunication?" he murmured, a feeling of panic rising within him. His mind immediately leaped to the worst possibility: that somehow, he had no spot aboard the vessel, that House Donary had decided that he would be more useful in Cheliax.

Basil forced himself to stay calm, and conquered the sudden adrenaline rush that had gripped his body. "I'm sorry, what kind of miscommunication were you referring to?"

[oyzar]

Xander Thrune is nervous about undertaking this great journey abroad. Am I making the right choice by going abroad? He barely swings his legs out of bed before he starts chanting. "Wendro huftur, kaliz shabo de've Na'athar. Tevergo humrio tuvergo argros uieryio vertu grung. Uio oiu nathar, bezel Na'athar....'" The chanting goes on for a while as he closes his eyes and focuses inward on his link to the devil he has bound to him. He graps a dagger from his bed stand and quicly pricks his finger, never stopping chanting. The young man stands up and holds out his hand letting a drop of the blood drip on the floor. It splats weekly and suddenly the world seems to veer in front of him. A black devil with massive horns on its head stand naked in front of him. It rages over six feet tall and got massive muscles. “Good morning Na'athar." The being bows it's head towards the smaller man. "Good morning master Xander." it answers in a very deep booming voice. Help me get dressed so we can on with the day. Xander commands mentally. There will be power to be had overseas, but first we have to get there. The creature starts finding things to put on Xander with quick effecient movements. The noble helps out himself, but he do prefer to not have to put too much effort into it, and really the act of summoning Na'athar had already drained some of his strength, just keeping him in this world made his power weaker.

The thing Xander starts dressing in is an ornate and forboding armor. It is black and silver and has something that looks like a screaming devil on the front, carved out quite expertly. There are also spikes on the shoulders and smaller versions on the knees and elbows. Anyone that know much about armor can see that the armor is made more for show than for protection, though it is still made out of solid material. It offers some protection, but mostly it just shows off how impressive Cheliax can be. Some wear similar armor on parades or even at parties. It's the parade armor of Cheliax. All along the arms and legs there are ornate patterns drawn, though nothing as fancy as the face on the chest. The armor matches very well with Xander's dark red hair, making for an impressive figure.

After helping out Xander, Na'athar get dressed himself, though he just throws on some practical clothing that does not hinder him much. Tight fitting leather jeans and a leather west sit well on the outsider. The clothing is more to make him fit in then because he actually needs protection from the elements. "This armor is heavy, you gotta carry all the gear." Xander says as they get ready to go.

They had been staying at the place of a minor noble from house Yedli who could not even afford servants. It was not easy for a house to get by once you fell out of favor with the ruling house of the city you lived in and there was bad blood between Arvanxi and Yedli. Clearly, Bazyr Yedli wanted to fall into Thrunes good graces simply so he could regain some semblance of power.

Xander had arrived by carriage from Egorian, being unable to travel along the river due to the constant troubles with fixing the canals. They had gotten a servan from his mother to drive them and the man was now waiting to drive them to the boat.

A grand carriage arrives at the docks. It bears the majestic sign of House Thrune on the side. Clearly whoever is in it are not afraid to hide who they are. It's gilded and adorned with fancy carving to make it stand out. There is a middle-aged man dressed in armor with a large sword at his side driving it. The armor is practical and the man bears a large scar across his bald scalp. Clearly, he has experienced some fights. Once the carriage comes to a complete stop, the man jumps down and opens the door to the carriage quickly. "We are here master Thrune." he says as he bows deeply.

Xanders steps out of the carriage, dressed in the fearsome parade armor of Cheliax. He also wears a beautiful cloak, kept together by a golden chain. The cloak appears to be very well made and practical, yet also filled with a lot of embroidery that is actually quite pretty. Strangely the mix of the forboding armor and pretty cloak seems to match quite well. Behind Xander follows Na'athar the blackskinned devil dressed in leather. Na'athar got a massive backpack slung over one shoulder. "Thank you Lukas. Bring my regards back to the queen. She has been generous to allow you to drive me here. I have quite enjoyed your company." Xander smiles at the man. It does not hurt to be nice. And he is quite close to mom. Let's get moving, we are not here to make friends. Xander starts moving upon being prompted silently by Na'athar. Oh, but we are. Don't you see? Having people who call you friend could bring all the power they have under your control. Of course, you have to be nice to them too, but it pays off.

He strolls up to the ship, his red eyes staring straight in front of him. Na'athar follows a step behind. Xander pretty much ignores the slips, letting Na'athar handle the luggage. The summoner hears Liana playing and strolls over. He smiles at her as he says. "A fanfare to mark my arrival and the start of our journey. A truly marvelous performance. And you are just as beautiful as you are good at the flute. It will be a pleasure to travel with you." What are you doing? She is only a commoner! Power can come from the wierdest of places. This is no ordinary performer. There is power in her music, I can feel it. If she uses her power to our benefit, I am sure we could stand to gain immensely.

[AmusingSN]

Cid and Adam


Old Gunn waited for them to finish their handshake, and then he led the way to the steep stairs that lead up to the forecastle. The stairs up to the forecastle were steep and narrow, making them a treacherous choke-point in case of a boarding action.

Atop the stairs, the deck of the forecastle was secured with smooth rails. Navigation equipment and the ship's wheel were among the forecastle deck's most prominent features. Charts of the Arcadian Ocean were pinned to a heavy wood table, atop which rested a sextant and other precision instruments necessary for such a long voyage away from shore.

Captain Grachus, a distinguished older man in a Chelaxian Naval Parade Uniform, stood near the charts, examining them in the company of Master Darthana, a sharp-eyed but plain-faced woman in a stylish but comfortable explorer's outfit. They were in the middle of discussing something when the Hellknights arrived on the deck, and once they noticed his presence, they both stopped what they were doing and looked up to greet them.

Also present on the forecastle was Lietenant Morton, a big man who looked uncomfortable in his ill-fitting but colorful Naval Parade Uniform. The third mate of the Resolute had misplaced his hat somewhere, and the bald spot atop his head seemed to challenge any sense of serious authority and discipline he might otherwise attempt to convey.


Basil


"I don't think either one was aware another Hellknight would be among the passengers. They seem to be getting along well enough though. My worries were probably not founded."

Basil could see that Cid Donnary and the other Hellknight were climbing the narrow steep stairs up to the forecastle deck, in the company of the old halfling veteran.

Perhaps more disturbing, Basil would also notice the little social snarl that was forming around the Court Bard, who had somehow gained the simulataneous attention of scions of both the New Nobility and the Old.


Xander, Oisín, and Liana


Na'athar seemed to have thrown the slips a loop. Their otherwise flawless efficiency missed a beat as the sinister Outsider moved among them with its master's gear. Perhaps this was the first time they'd seen a creature from Beyond up close and in person.

But eventually the halflings snapped out of their momentary shock, and returned to the task of stowing and cataloging the inventories.

Xander arrived in time to spot the young Midshipman slip away from Liana's company.

Oisín's introduction was complicated by Xander's own, and it seemed, at least for now, that Liana was the most popular lady aboard the ship.

[Xunthrae]

Liana watches the sketchy young man as he speaks at her. She listens, but doesn't let it affect her playing at all. Curious. I wonder who sent him. Not the madam, we'd said our goodbyes yesterday at my farewell performance and she wasn't much of note politically yet, only a person someone goes for rumors. Odd, may as well file this away for later use.

As Oinsín speaks, she nods her head acknowledging him. Her lips gain a small upturn at their corners and she nods in agreement that it was good that there would be someone interesting to talk with during the voyage.

When Xanders arrives and makes his announcement, she stops playing and smiles graciously at him with practiced ease. "Thank you sir, I am glad you think it was a pleasant performance. To be honest, I am surprised you noticed me, I am just a performer hoping to make a path available to her family in better conditions than here." She looks about, motioning to the city. While she spoke her eyes danced up and down Xander, taking stock of the man.

[OracleofSilence]

Oinsín's smile stays just as pleasant, but his eye's become harden just the slightest amount as he nods to Xander as well. "Ah, I should have known it was only a matter of time before the mighty caught up to me. Greetings. I believe we shared a somewhat gloomy palace a year or so ago." Well, there would be plenty of time to talk on the voyage. He nods in a somewhat more friendly way to both of them, and walk's past. As he passes Liana, his grin becomes a little more mischievous, and he murmurs "Lets hope I get to hear why you're really going to Arcadia someday.". He then angles towards a more unoccupied spot of railing and watching the coming and going of the crowd beneath him.

[Stormageddon]

Cid and Adam


Old Gunn waited for them to finish their handshake, and then he led the way to the steep stairs that lead up to the forecastle. The stairs up to the forecastle were steep and narrow, making them a treacherous choke-point in case of a boarding action.

Atop the stairs, the deck of the forecastle was secured with smooth rails. Navigation equipment and the ship's wheel were among the forecastle deck's most prominent features. Charts of the Arcadian Ocean were pinned to a heavy wood table, atop which rested a sextant and other precision instruments necessary for such a long voyage away from shore.

Captain Grachus, a distinguished older man in a Chelaxian Naval Parade Uniform, stood near the charts, examining them in the company of Master Darthana, a sharp-eyed but plain-faced woman in a stylish but comfortable explorer's outfit. They were in the middle of discussing something when the Hellknights arrived on the deck, and once they noticed his presence, they both stopped what they were doing and looked up to greet them.

Also present on the forecastle was Lietenant Morton, a big man who looked uncomfortable in his ill-fitting but colorful Naval Parade Uniform. The third mate of the Resolute had misplaced his hat somewhere, and the bald spot atop his head seemed to challenge any sense of serious authority and discipline he might otherwise attempt to convey.

Cid stops to stare coldly at Lietenant Morton for a moment. Crew member out of uniform maybe the man just no longer took pride in his work. Cid quickly breaks the stare as not to be rude to the captain.

Armger Cid Donary, at your service captain. I understand that this is one of the finest ships in the fleet. I am honored to sail on such a vessel.

With the formal introduction over Cid quickly gets to the point.

Your crew runs with proficiency, but some seem out of order. Many great man and women are coming abroad and might be insulted, by familiar suggests from slaves, and orderly crewman. Turning his head meaningfully to the third mate.

Cid felt inside that he was being rude. But this mission is important, and it would not be a good start if some noble or the God Claw standing next to him start screaming about heresy or something of that nature.

I trust that you will instruct your crew on proper Etiquette.

[oyzar]

Xander smiles at the woman. "I do enjoy going to Opera. Your play can rival what is shown there. Why would I not notice it?" The young man's smile diminish a bit and his eyes cloud over. Talking about the opera reminds him of his little sister, the last time he saw her was when they went to the opera together. How could she be abducted like this? How could she be so careless? This is part of the reason why I am here though. If she really is overseas, I want to get her back. And someone gotta teach those rebels a lesson. He leans a bit closer to the woman and lowers his voice Besides, your music seem like it got the ability to inspire or affect people. That could be very useful. He raises himself back up, the smile returning to his face. What is your name miss? I am Xander Thrune. After getting a reply the noble turns towards his eidolon and says. "Na'athar, fix the luggage, and get the captain to come see me." The devil nodds. "Yes, Sir." Na'athar heads off to do as bid. "Sorry about that, gotta be a bit practical from time to time. Who was the guy here that just left without introducing himself? He certainly seemed like some noble, but I have not seen him before. Not polite to just walk off like that." Xander shakes his head. After a while he gets a smile back on his face and he says. Where did you learn to play like that? You must have had some training. Have you ever been to the Opera?"

Meanwhile Na'athar hunts down the closest of the slips and says in a guttural voice says. "Where can I store Master Thrune's luggage? Also bring the captain or whoever is in charge here. The master wishes to speak to him." Reading the expression of a Devil is not easy, but Na'athar is scowling, not smiling. The devil is not pleased at being sent off when there are so many unknowns on the boat, that man that just walked off worries Na'athar.

[Xunthrae]

She furrows her brow at his whisper. "I'm sorry sir, Xanders," she nods her head in respect as she says his name, " I don't know what you are talking about. My music has no special ability to inspire. And as for my name, I simply go by Liana. I was taught by a former performer, Madam Vieri. She is an excellent teacher and mentor. And I nearly lived at the Opera." She smiles at this part, as if remembering fond memories. "I performed there often enough to become somewhat known here. What brings you on this trip, if you don't mind me asking, Master Thrune?"

[Fairfield]

Basil chuckled. "Well, I hope they will be fast friends." He felt somewhat foolish for assuming that the halfling's reference to a misunderstanding had concerned him. One of the first things he had learned upon pledging his service to House Donary was that, in Cheliax, circumstances tended not to focus on him. Still, Basil supposed he could be forgiven his paranoia, given that evading assassins and fleeing the continent were his foremost concerns at the moment.

Basil turned his attention to the bard and the nobles surrounding her. This would be a good opportunity to introduce himself to his shipmates -- after all, they would be sharing close quarters for the coming journey, and quite possibly for a time afterward. Consulting with Lord Cid was, at the moment, his highest priority, but Lord Cid was otherwise engaged...

After carefully observing the bard and the noble she was still talking to, Basil mentally filed them away for later. Eventually, he would need to get a feel for them, just like everybody else on this ship. The bard in particular was intriguing, as she seemed to be making quite an impression amongst the nobles.

His attention was then drawn to the noble who had withdrawn from conversation with the bard. He seemed unengaged, and this would be as good an opportunity as any to get a feel for the rest of the passengers. "Excuse me," Basil murmured to the halfling he had been speaking to.

Then, he made his way over to join the lone noble who was staring out over the railings. "Greetings," said Basil, inclining his head in respect. "My name is Basil Kydones. I am in the service of House Donary. It is an honor to make your acquaintance."

[AmusingSN]

Liana and Xander


The Court Bard and the Master Summoner continued to have their quiet conversation apart from the hustle and bustle of the deck activities. Oisín had moved a bit to give them a semblance of privacy, but still he lingered just barely close enough to possibly overhear their conversation as he watched the crew carry out its duties.

So rapt where the two ultra-Charismatic notables in each other's conversation that they hardly noticed Lieutenant Morton call down for Asmodia.

Xander's Eidolon was busy dealing with luggage issues, and trying to get the slave crew to summon the captain of the ship for a meeting with Xander. The message was being delivered by way of the slips to their foreman, but action was being delayed due to the issues with discipline that were being dealt with between the good Captain and the Hellknights.

He gets the hunch that if Liana is being deceptive, it is only by omission and not a direct fabrication. It appears she may be intent to make him play 20 questions on this one.


Oisín and Basil


From Oisín's position on the deck by the rail, he was just barely close enough to Xander and Liana's continuing conversation that he may (or may not) have caught a hint of Xander's observations about his manners.

Oisín certainly noticed Basil approaching however. They also both were in position to spot the balding Lieutenant in the ill-fitting parade uniform (minus the hat) leaning over the top rail of the Forecastle, and shouting down to the main deck.

You can roll Perception (DC 20) to overhear Xander's "not polite" comment if you wish.


Cid and Adam


The savvy Captain Grachus bowed his head apologetically to the Hellknight. "Yes, Lord Armiger, thank you for your stern but fair hand in guidance to this matter, as well as your keen eye and noticing the cracks in the foundation of our ship's discipline." He paused a moment and motioned over to Lietenant Morton. "For instance, my Second Mate. I told him he should not be so modest and that he should be wearing his Electrum Star for Heroism and his seven Conflict Medals of Outstanding Service, proudly, but he pointed out that he never would have earned those medals if he strutted around deck like a peacock. I suppose I should have ordered him to wear them, but he did seem to have a point. Even so, Lord Armiger, you have shown me the error of my ways. I'm going to assign the ship's Third Mate, Lieutenant Asmodia, to work directly as your naval Liaison in correcting all the disciplinary matters that come to your attention."

The Captain looked over at Lieutenant Morton again. "Lieutenant, please call Lt. Asmodia to this station immediately."

And the disheveled Second Mate moved to the rails to call down for the Third Mate to attend them on the Forecastle deck.

To know that the Electrum Star is a high military honor granted by the Cheliax Crown itself, roll Knowledge (Nobility) DC 10

[oyzar]

"Ah, Madam Vieri! Even I have heard her, she has preformed in Egorian and it was a marvelous perfomance. Having you aboard the ship will certainly make the trip more enjoyable. I do hope you will perform for us? If your skill at singing and acting is as good as you are at twisting words I do have something to look forward to." Xander winks at the beautiful woman in front of him. "As for what brings me here..." Xander gets a thoughtful expression. "I am going to Arcadia obviously. It might be well to let the pressence of Imperial Cheliax be felt there. I hope to manage that. And I might just find someone very dear to me." His expression has turned quite serious. Now why did I tell her that? She had no reason to know. Though if she shows compassion that could be a step in winning her loyalty. I guess it wasn't so bad after all. Why do you dwadle chatting with the women? She should be shown her place. The slips seems to have trouble procurring the captain, but I have managed to dispose of the luggage. Bah, I guess I will have to go to him myself then. He calms his expression back to a pleasant smile. "Would you mind acompanying to the captain? You could tell me the reason for why you are going to Arcadia on the way."

He waits for her reply then start walking to locate the captain. "Show me to the captain now." He calls out to one of the halfling slaves as he does so.

[Stormageddon]

Cid inwardly sighs of relief if the captain is as skilled as he was with this manner then perhaps the voyage would go more smoothly then he had feared it would.

Thank you good captain. I'm sure that your crew will handle themselves to the credit of the Chelaxian Navy in the days to come. Just as I'm sure your Third Mate will be more then apt at handling my concerns. Thank you.

He waits for the Third mate to show herself.

[OracleofSilence]

I'm sorry, but I'm going to need to drop out of this. To much stuff going on, and things like that.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna walked through the city, taking in the sights and sounds. She did not dawdle, but this was the city of her birth, where she was raised, one of the few places she knew in this world. So she would enjoy it one last time before leaving. She recalled what Lady Tavos had said, little though it was, about her new master. She had told Anna only that Xander Thrune was a summoner, and that he had great power, and a burden that weighed on him. What this burden was, Lady Tavos did not say. Anna knew two things more: That this mission was of the upmost importance, or she would not have been sent, and that Xander Thrune, whatever other faults he may have, was not a fiend to his slaves. If he were, Lady Tavos would not have chosen him as Anna's keeper.

The smell of salt air whiffed into her nostrils, and Anna knew she was close to the docks. She's wears a cloth over-shirt with long sleeves, rolled up for now but always available in case she needs to wear her chain mail. Leather breeches that provide a full range of movement and boots. She can feel the weight of her other set of clothing in her backback. The bandolier that holds her sword over her shoulder crosses her chest. It is designed to be comfortable under the chain and the chain is designed not to foul the draw of the sword when worn properly. Sword over her shoulder, sheathed but easy to draw should the need arise, its hilt hidden slightly by her raven hair. Her backpack rested lightly, containing only the barest of adventuring gear. Food and anything else she needed were waiting on the ship. Her chain mail rattled slightly in the bag. And hidden next to her belt pouch of spell components, the Letter. Anna hadn't read it, and didn't need to. It was the letter that transferred her to Xander Thrune, and she knew everything about it that she needed to.

She turned a corner around a house and saw the ship. Anna had little experience with ships, but even her untrained eyes could tell that the Resolute was a ship of incredible magnitude. It seemed as though most of the other people who would be voyaging with her had already arrived. She could see what appeared to be two Hellknights conversing with who she could only assume was the captain on the topdeck, and a noble standing just inside of earshot of two people. One was a smaller woman, and even from this distance, Anna could see that she was attractive. As Anna walked closer, she could see some sort of instrument hanging loosely from the woman's hand. A bard? she thought to herself. Interesting. The other, talking to the bard, could only be Xander Thrune. His bearing showed in every movement, and the man clearly felt as if he owned the space around him, which given his heritage, he just might.

She reached the causeway, and a halfling slave (slips she guessed they were called onboard) approached her, asking about her baggage in halting Common. Anna opened her arms, and the gesture showing her lack of possessions seemed to satisfy the slip, who quickly moved back onto the ship. Anna made her way up the causeway and onto the ship, making her way towards Xander. Upon reaching the deck and looking around, she realized that the man had dissapeared, perhaps to find someone of interest? He clearly had not seen her yet. She called to the nearest slip in Common: The Scion of Thrune, where is he? I saw him here not a moment ago. As the slip answered and scampered off, Anna leaned against the railing and looked around, surveying the ship. She could wait. When Xander Thrune was done, he would surely return, and she could deliver her letter, and introduce herself. Until then, she would watch those around her.

[AmusingSN]

Oisín and Basil


Oisín smiled just a bit as the foreign dignitary approached his position by the rail. "Well met, Basil Kydones, your reputation precedes you. And to what does this humble Chelaxian owe the pleasure of the company of the famed Taldan Accountant of House of Donary? I do hope I don't have any unsettled accounts with the Donary's!"

Basil would certainly note the arrival of a well armed slave woman who didn't seem to be well-attended to, as well as the apparent gathering that was taking place on the Forecastle deck -- a gathering he was not, apparently, privvy to. Who knows what sort of conspiracy could be taking place up there? It probably spelt doom to his personal station. Conspiracies usually did.


Xander and Liana


One of the slips obsequiously announced that he will lead them to the Forecastle without delay, and then the young halfling crewman immediately did so, clearing the way ahead of the Court Bard and Master Summoner, to the narrow and steep stairs that lead up to the higher and more strategic Forecastle deck.

Just ahead of them, a rail thin and predatory woman in a naval parade uniform dashed up the stairs, two at a time, in a rush to answer the captain's call to station. She was none other than the third lieutenant Asmodia.

Xander and Liana arrived on the Forecastle Deck just in time to see Lieutenant Asmodia submit to the authority of the Hellknights.

Xander's Eidolon had been led down to the hold so that he could verify the safety of the capital supplies that had been loaned to Xander by the Crown, and to determine that all accounts were in order there. To the best of the Eidolon's alien intellect, it did all seem to be in order.


Cid and Adam


Asmodia dashed up to the top of the stairs and stepped out onto the Forecastle deck. The thin and dangerous looking woman, with features that seemed to be some sort of unholy hybrid of hawk and wolf hiding behind a mask of feminine guile, was impeccably in uniform. The corners of her lips curved up not in pleasure but in satisfaction at seeing the two Hellknights present on the deck. She saluted the Captain and then bowed her head to the two Hellknights.

"Third Mate Asmodia reporting for duty, My Captain."

"I know your work duties are taxing, but I have another job for you to take on, Lieutenant. The Lord Armiger has detected some cracks in the discipline aboard the Resolute. I'd like you to work with him at correcting them." The captain's voice was stern and authoritative.

"Yes, My Captain. It shall be done!" After another salute, she turned to the two Hellknights. "It shall be my honor to serve. You have but to speak, and it shall be done."


Anna


The Magus had found a spot out of the hustle and bustle of the main deck to observe what was going on. Her gaze settled on Xander and Liana once again, but they were reaching the top of the narrow and steep stairs that led up to the forecastle deck. The slips didn't seem to mind her much at all, they worked around her when necessary, without complaint.

Anna would be torn between her instructions to report immediately to Xander upon arrival, and the obvious danger of interrupting a private meeting to do so.

While she was working out the right thing to do, she would also notice a Noble Chelaxian Lord (of the Westcrown style) speaking with some sort of Foreigner not too far away. From the looks of it, it seemed like the two could not decide if they were being social, or handling business. Of course, all too often, noble types couldn't tell the difference.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna had never been one to put to inaction what could be accomplished through action. This initiative had served her well with Lady Tavos, and so she would demonstrate it here. Either way, both Anna and Xander would have a better idea of each other. If Anna was reprimanded for her action, she would know a little more of what Xander expected, and he would know more about the type of person he was dealing with.

Anna pushed off the railing and nimbly dodged one of the Halfling crew who was walking by. As she walked briskly towards the forecastle and the group meeting, she noted the two men talking. The noble seemed fairly ordinary Chellaxian stock, and judging by his facial expressions, was a fairly gregarious fellow. the foreigner with him was far most interesting, and to Anna's eyes, it was obvious that the man was worried about something. His eyes kept darting to the meeting atop the forecastle, but his look was more hunted than malicious. Anna learned long ago to read expressions on the faces of others, a survival skill for any slave. Whatever the foreigner was doing on this ship, he was clearly unsure of the company around him. Anna made a note of the man, such fear could be useful if manipulated properly, but could also be dangerous if the man felt cornered.

Anna climbed the stairs, and it was clear, though she could not yet make out what was being discussed, that the meeting was already underway. She reached the forecastle and stood apart from the group, close to the stairs, at attention. She would wait for Xander to finish, or acknowledge her. She would also see what she could glean from the conversation, without obtrusively listening in. This meeting could give her valuable insight into those who would be traveling with her, and what, if any, dangers they might pose to herself or her new Master.

She noted the Hellknights being addressed by one of the crew, who she had heard the captain refer to as Asmodia. An auspicious name, to be sure, though the woman seemed to fit the name well, and Anna's estimation of this crew raised considerably. It was clear to the swordswoman in Anna that this Asmodia was a dangerous individual, and not to be taken lightly. As she stood, Anna idly wondered if Asmodia would make a good sparring partner.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

The giant Hellknight turned to the lovely third mate as she nodded in respect. "Thank you for your assistance Asmodia." he said in a kind voice. "That is quite a lovely name, I'm sure you bear it with honor." He flashes a smile, unseen behind the clawed makeup of his great helmet. Noticing the musician approaching with a new member of the expedition, Adam recognizes the bearing of a scion of house Thrune.

In infernal he speaks under his breath to Cid "A royal, brother, heads up."

Turning to the approaching Xander Adam removes his helmet revealing a handsome face with piercing green eyes and raven black hair, and falls to one knee. "My Lord Thrune, I am Armiger Black of the Godclaw. I was unaware we would be joined by so high ranking a noble on this expedition. My brother and I, as always, are at your service as is the will of Asmodeus."

[Fairfield]

Basil chuckled at Oisín's words. "I see that I have accumulated something of a reputation over these past few years. I was merely hoping to introduce myself, so that if ever you do find yourself in debt to the Donarys, I might pursue that debt with honeyed words and friendship rather than threat of force." He smiled genially, indicating that his previous statement was a joke. Mostly.

On reflection, it was somewhat frightening how many members of the Chelaxian nobility were able to identify him as Basil Kydones. It hadn't exactly proven very difficult for people to track him down, and that had led to a handful of nearly fatal encounters with assassins and bounty hunters. Granted, Basil did not make life especially hard for his pursuers, what with his easily identifiable Taldan appearance, but there were some things that Basil refused to do on principle. Shaving his beard again was out of the question.

The arrival of a tall Chelaxian slave woman drew Basil's attention away from Oisín. She certainly appeared formidable. Basil examined her closely, attempting to draw further conclusions about her, but before his mind could settle on more definitive details, the woman proceeded toward the forecastle deck.

Perhaps it was time for Basil to take a page from this woman's book and join the gathering. "Excuse me, my lord, but I believe I must take my leave," said Basil to Oisín. "It would appear that the majority of the new passengers have moved to the forecastle deck, and it would be remiss of me not to present myself to my patron." It would also be profitable for him to introduce himself to those whom he had not yet spoken to, and to determine in which ways the inevitable alliances and plots destined to develop on their long journey were shaking out.

Respectfully taking his leave of Oisín, Basil made his way to the forecastle deck, determined to present himself to Lord Cid and make the finest possible impression.

[Stormageddon]

Cid did not like the look of the woman as she approached. Trouble Cid thought to himself. Something wasn't right when a person was so happy to see Hellknights. But she will serve in her duty and that's what mattered.

Thank you captain I'm sure that she will be acceptable.

At the warning of his brother, Cid quickly turns and bows deeply to the noble.

Armiger Cid Donary at you service Lord. I had not expected a high lord such as yourself to be joining us on this quest. If you have any need let it be known.

Too many variables. Too many unexpected surprises. This was getting a lot more complicated then Cid thought it would be...

BASIL!?

[oyzar]

On the way to the forecastle Xander tries to get as much information out of Liana as possible while seeming as pleasant about it as he can. A woman likes it when a man is listening to them. After she explains about her reason for coming along he might say something like "Please tell me more about yourself, you do not quite seem like a normal performer. I would be pleased to learn things about you from you directly rather then by word of mouth from others later."

Once he arrived upon the the forecastle with the rest of the people he recognizes most of them, just as he had Oisin and Liana before them. "Thank you Amiger Black, Amiger Cid, with someone like you along for the journey I am sure that nothing will be out of order." he smiles a cold smile at the Hellknights. If everyone had but followed your example and known their place. You may rise.These people would like and expect strict discipline, not want pleasing words like this pretty bard here. They will get what they want. "It's good to finally see you as well Captain Grachus. I attempted to summon you down to meet me, but the slips must not have reached you. As you all probably know by now, I am Xander Thrune."

As Anna makes her way up the stairs Xander keeps her in the corner of her eye. Well, that is a free spirited slave if ever I saw one. She must not have taken well to her training in deference. There is plenty of scarring on her back, yet it does not smell fresh. Na'athar appears behind the woman, having made it's way from below deck after checking the luggage. The Eidolon had taken pains to walk quietly up after the woman so it could observe her carefully. At least she does not speak before spoken to. If Lady Tavos want her to work without supervision then I suppose she needs some spirit Without looking directly at her he holds out his hand to the slave. "You have something for me." he says, it is a statement, not a question.

[AmusingSN]

Anna, Adam, Basil, Cid, Xander, and Liana


The Forecastle deck was a crowded place, with all the luminaries -- Xander Thrune, two Hellknights, a Foreign Retainer, a Courtly Bard, and of course, a Slave Girl with a sword. Not to mention the three command crew officers, Captain Grachus, Second Mate Morton, and Third Mate Asmodia. Finally, the Halfling foreman lurked in the background, watching everything.

After everyone had finished properly honoring the highborn and his knights and settled the business of contract exchanges, the Captain circled around the table with the navigation charts and equipment. "My Lords, we're almost ready to leave this harbor, and Avistan, behind. If all goes well, we'll be arriving in Avistan in early spring. You will not be required to labor on this journey, my little men are more than capable of handling all the work necessary." He shot a smile smile toward Old Gunn, the halfling foreman. "You will all be invited to join me at the captain's table for the evening service, promptly at the seventh bell." It was clear he wasn't including Anna in that invitation. "And of course, we've made every attempt to find accomodations for each of you aboard the ship, according to your status. Unfortunately, we are limited in space, so unfortunately you may find your sleeping quarters a bit smaller than you're accustomed. My apologies."

Lt. Asmodia lowered her head and looked solemn. It was clearly upsetting to her that they could not lavish upon these high personages the luxuries they deserved.

Grachus pushed a map of the colonial coast to the center of the table. "This is our destination. It's landscape is not too unlike our native Cheliax, perhaps it was selected as a site because of its familiarity. At any rate, Anchor's End lies at the mouth of the river here. It is a very small community, and it serves as the central gathering place of countless homesteaders and frontiersmen that have spread throughout the province, and even a handful of the more hardy explorers into the provinces beyond. I'll make the navy's notes on the government and defenses of the community, for what they're worth, available to you, as well as what details we have about their fledgling economy. My understanding is that you have been tasked by the crown for expansion and development of this colony into something worthy of flying the Flag of Cheliax."

Lt. Morton placed his hand reverently over his heart as the Flag of Cheliax was mentioned.

Grachus finished up, "We'll be on the ocean for two months, so there will be plenty of time for questions and answers along the way, but if you have any questions up front, I'd be happy to answer them now."

[Toxic Mind]

Anna bowed when Xander addressed her, her right fist pressed to her heart. A formal gesture indicating not only deference, but also service. She withdrew the letter from it's concealing pouch near her belt, and handed it to Xander. Lord Thrune, forgive my impertinence, but I was ordered to report immediately to you upon arrival. The Lady Tavos sends her regards, and this letter, for your eyes only. I am told it contains the contract, though I have of course not read it myself. If it pleases you, I will go back to the foredeck, where you may find me at your leisure. I would not, she motioned to the others assembled intrude upon your meeting.

Anna bowed again deeply to Xander, and once more in the directions of the others assembled, and then moved back down the stairs to the main deck, resuming her place near the railing. She noted the eidolon, the devil-like thing that had followed her up. Whether it was a true devil or just something that took that form, she did not yet know, but it was clearly a dangerous beast, and that danger was indicative of Xander Thrune's power. It had been quite some time since Anna had been surprised by any adversary, let alone one sneaking up behind her unnoticed. Anna resolved to keep her eye on the devil. Such powerful creatures often had agendas and plans of their own, and it would not do for Anna to be caught unawares again.

Anna relaxed at the railing. Her new master would find her when he see fit. She pulled a small, smooth rock out of her pocket. Faintly glowing on it was Anna's personal rune, which she had cast on it some time ago. It served as both distraction and practice, as she slowly began manipulating the rock around her hand and arm, levitating it this way and that.

Cast: Prestidigitation

[CharlesMartel]

Exiting his shop and heading towards the harbor, Aeolus couldn't help feel a bit nostalgic as he navigated through the crowds heading to and fro. He was leaving the place he had lived for more than half his life and his livelihood behind to head to some-far off colony across the Arcadian Ocean.

At one time he might have dismissed such ideas as foolish; why leave good business behind for such a risky venture? But the taxes were becoming too much . He yearned for free trade and this colony would give him just that- well, hopefully.

His mind was everywhere at once and he felt a little dizzy- the aftereffects of pesh use did not seem to ever go away. It felt less like his usual scrambling, however, and more like that one time he did wyrm pesh in Osirion. Or what if it was wyrm pesh he had used last night?

Lost in thought, he glided through the crowds with practiced ease, eventually sighting the Resolute. Slowing his quick pace to a more relaxed one, he walked up to the ship and addressed the closest slip with a disarming smile: "Hello! I'm here to travel to Anchor's End on this ship."

[Fairfield]

Some part of Basil -- the part of him that wasn't consumed with escaping to Arcadia and making the best impression on the people around him -- was delighted by the look of surprise on Lord Cid's face. Of course, once Basil bothered to consider the implications of the fact that his arrival was unexpected, his face twisted into a perplexed frown. Surely, Lord Cid's father had informed him that he would be assisting him in his pursuits in Arcadia...?

Basil approached Lord Cid, and bowed in a gesture of respect."My Lord Cid, your father has directed me to accompany you to Arcadia and assist you in your mission to the best of my ability. He seemed of the opinion that my business acumen and accounting experience would prove useful to you. But it seems that you had not been informed of my presence...?"

Meanwhile, Basil's eyes followed the noble -- no, the royal -- who the Hellknights had just finished talking to. A Thrune? This... had implications that Basil would have to spend a long time pondering. But one thing was certain -- this man had the potential to be an insurmountable enemy, or a powerful ally.

[Stormageddon]

Was that a hint of a smile that crossed Basil's face? Cid had always found the man's presences troubling. Cid had never been able to point out why this was so. Basil had serve his family loyal, but the man had away with words that Cid found... Concerning... And this was just another surprise in a long line of surprises on this mission.

Basil, I was not informed of that you would be joining us by my lord father. But if lord father says it must be so then so shall it be. I'm sure you will serve me well as you have my father in this manner.

Turning to the lords and ladies on the forecastle. Bowing deeply.

Please excuse me I must attend to my quarters. Basil please accompany me. We have much to discuss.

With that Cid starts walking towards his room on the ship.

[AmusingSN]

Adam, Xander, and Liana


Lord Cid and the "loyal" Taldan stewart Basil made their polite exit from the meeting, clearly taking the Captain up on his offer to answer any questions they had, at a future date. After all, two months in cramped quarters aboard this vessel would give plenty of time to ask questions and find out everything the navy knew about the colony.

Lieutenant Morton stepped aside and bowed his head respectfully to the Hellknight as he passed by, and offered to help Basil over the edge of the deck and onto the narrow steps -- Basil was looking a bit green, whether it was from the slow almost unnoticeable rocking of the ship, or whether it was because Basil was coming to realize that a royal-blooded member of House Thrune was on this mission, the Second Mate wouldn't know. Either way, he was polite enough to lend a hand should it be needed.

Lieutenant Asmodia's eyes eventually settled upon Xander's Infernal Eidolon. Her satisfied smirk intensified a bit as she studied the details of its alien form, and wondered at how such a dangerous creature from beyond the veil of this reality had been bound into utter slavery by a young noble such as Xander. She then looked to Adam. She had been assigned to help the Hellknights, and she quietly wondered what they might have her do to assist with discipline. She was hoping whatever it would be would involve a lot of screaming.

The Captain lingered at the table, in the case that anyone did have any questions for him, he was still happy to answer them, whatever they might be.


Anna


Anna spotted Lord Cid and Basil coming down the steep narrow steps from the forecastle deck to the main deck. They were being shown to the Hellknight's accomodations by none other than what appeared to be a grizzled old halfling.

Old Gunn, the aforementioned halfling veteran, clucked his tongue at Anna. Quietly, as they passed by her, he sharply whispered to her. "Find something to do, girl, or at least look busy. You're making us all look bad by just juggling your pretty little stone there. Go to the galley and give Karli a hand making you master's lunch if you can't think of anything else."


Cid and Basil


Old Gunn brought them below decks to Cid's accomodations. The room was relatively small, but well appointed with furnishings suitable to wealth and power. A couple of the items within were personal affects that Cid had brought with him to remind him of home -- apparently the halflings had gone through his luggage and decorated the room for him.

There was a chair and small desk, and room enough in the quarters for a couple of people to sit on the edge of the bed, and someone to sit in the chair, to conspire quietly if they should choose to do so.

Basil's quarters, adjoining, were not so impressive. More like a walk-in closet with a narrow, but strangely comfortable bed.

[AmusingSN]

I totally flaked on Aeolus' arrival.

Aeolus


Having arrived aboard the ship, the slip brigade takes care of any packs or luggage he might have. One of the slips indicates toward the forecastle where it was clear, from this vantage point, that there was some kind of holy gathering of nobles and ship's officers or something.

Aeolus spotted the lovely, but deadly, magus, Anna, by the railing, just as a Hellknight and some sort of ... was that guy a Taldan? Why yes, yes he was ... some sort of Taldan were led by a grizzled old halfling below decks.

What a day to start an adventure, right?!

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus decided that with his belongings being stowed away it was as good a time as any to get to know the people he would be travelling with. If this voyage was anything like the one from Katapesh to Westcrown (and this one was supposed to be more than twice as long!) he would either be best friends with everyone or end up killing everyone by the end.

Or a little bit of both, perhaps. Life was usually like that.

He looks up at the forecastle and his smile faded slightly- formalities really weren't his strong suit, even after years of learning them. To avoid that meeting, he might as well get acquainted with the quarters he would be living out of for the next two months (and some of the people too); Aeolus heads onto the ship and starts on his way below deck.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna took the old foreman's suggestion and headed below, making her way to the kitchen. She thought the halfling was vastly overestimating her skill at cooking, but figured at the very least, she could help out Karli with whatever needed doing. No sense in being bored where everyone could see, at least.
Upon finding the cook, she introduced herself. My name is Anna, and I serve Master Thrune. I am a fairly bad cook, but I have some skill with it. Could you use me? This all delivered in flawless halfling, which Anna learned months ago upon finding out she would be chosen for this trip.

[Fairfield]

Before Basil and Cid can leave Xander calls out. "Hmm, let's see, Basil was it? Basil Kydones? I don't belive we have been introduced." He looks expectantly towards the Taldan. Does this guy have no manners? He does not even bow to me. Does he belive himself my equal? What truly happened to him before he came here?

Basil nodded obediently at Lord Cid's command to follow him, but before he could leave, the man he had identified as a Thrune spoke to him. Basil halted mid-motion, momentarily taken aback. This royal knew his name, and wished Basil to introduce himself to him. It would behoove Basil to do so. In fact, after an instant's reflection, Basil feared that his lack of manners may have already made a poor impression upon the royal before him.

Seeking to salvage what may have already been a wreckage of a situation, Basil dropped down to one knee and bowed deeply. "I am honored," began Basil, pausing for a moment to wet his suddenly dry lips. "I am honored to make my lord Thrune's acquaintance," he said, his eyes fixated on the floor. "I am a servant of House Donary, and I have been assigned to accompany Lord Armiger Cid on his journey to Arcadia. It is my dearest hope that my talents will prove useful upon our arrival at Anchor's End, so that I may work for the benefit of Cheliax."

After Basil's uncomfortable encounter with Xander Thrune, he bowed respectfully to the assorted collection of dignitaries. This... was a varied, interesting group which Basil would need to spend some time getting to know. At the moment, however, it seemed that Lord Cid needed to speak to him. Basil was not surprised, given that his patron did not appear to have been informed about Basil's presence on the mission.

Basil trailed behind Cid and the halfling as they made their way below decks. He was not remotely surprised when he observed the difference in accomodations between himself and his lord. In fact, given the realities of traveling by ship, he was relieved to have quarters of his own. That they were so conveniently close to Lord Cid's indicated that the Basil's arrival as a servant to House Donary had been no secret.

After briefly stepping into his own bedroom to deposit his small assortment of possessions, Basil joined Lord Cid in his own room. "As always, my lord," Basil began, "I am ready to serve House Donary to the extent of my abilities. How do you intend to put me to use?"

[oyzar]

Xander takes the letter as handed to him, a smile starting to creep onto his face. Very good, though she could certainly do to bow deeper, kneeling until spoken to. As Anna starts speaking Xander turns half his face towards her. He let her finish her speech before turning his face into a disapproving frown. She acts more like a servant then a slave. Hopefully I will not have to break her to train her. People are so much more useful with a bit of spirit in them. "Do not speak up unless adressed slave Anna. That is unless it is very important or concerns my safety or something I care deeply about." The rest of the rebuke could wait until we are alone.

Before Basil and Cid can leave Xander calls out. "Hmm, let's see, Basil was it? Basil Kydones? I don't belive we have been introduced." He looks expectantly towards the Taldan. Does this guy have no manners? He does not even bow to me. Does he belive himself my equal? What truly happened to him before he came here?

As the crowd thins out Xander looks towards the Captain and smiles. "So Captain Grachus, it seems like you have the honor of bringing us to Arcadia. It will be truly great to bring Chelish influence all the way across the Ocean. We will spend quite a bit of time here on this ship, so it would be well to learn what matters so things will go as smoothly as possible, don't you think? Please do tell me about your crew, knowing who they are and their resposibilities might make certain things on this journey more pleasant, for all of us."

[roll0]

[Fairfield]

The quotation and the first two paragraphs of my previous post were added in order to acknowledge the interaction between Xander Thrune and Basil Kydones. Originally, Basil simply bowed to the assembled dignitaries and left with Cid Donary. Given Xander Thrune's social station, it is not conceivable that Basil would ignore this interaction. I quoted oyzar's post in order to give context to the edit, given that the post occurred after my own. I also proceeded with with the line of narrative in which Basil left the room with Cid, given that it was already played out to that point in another post. However, I left enough ambiguity between Basil's introduction to Xander and his eventual departure to allow for a response to take form.

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus


Aeolus descended below decks. Most of the lighting was provided by everburning torches, a necessary expense to avoid accidental fires aboard the ship. Even on a ship as new and modern as this one, tar was still used in places to improve upon the waterproofing, and the cost of everburning torches was a small price to pay compared to the cost of such a powerful vessel.

The room of the Tiefling spy was comfortable but very small. Just enough room for the narrow but very comfortable feather bed and a folding chair and desk to keep any paperwork or contracts he might need to work on during the voyage. The two halflings that were unpacking his luggage scurried out before he could block the doorway, and he saw they had managed to find places to comfortable stow all his equipment, even in the tight quarters.


Anna


Karli spoke comfortably in Halfling with Anna. "Oh heavens, child. Is this your first time in a kitchen?" It may as well have been. The kitchen was sized for Halflings,and Anna had to literally squeeze herself into the space between counters, and crouch to avoid knocking down the copper pots and pans that hung from the ceiling.

"Oh, hush now. I'll find some way to put you to good use, dear." The pleasantly plump woman raised an eyebrow and smiled conspiratorily. "I'll bet you're good with a knife. Perhaps you can dice these fresh tomatoes for us?" Fresh food wouldn't be available for long on the two-month trip. Better enjoy it while it lasts.

Another halfling, a younger and much more unpleasant one, arrived in the doorway. "Where'd you learn to speak our patois? It's embarassing hearing it come from way up there out of your big old mouth." Tinn asked Anna. "And what kind of slave are you with a sword? Are you that tame and docile that your masters trust you like that? I think this one is a plant, Karli. No way she's a slave. Careful what you say around her."

"Oh dear." Karli said frumpily, an Old Fashioned tone to her voice, "She's just a girl, Tinn. Slave or not. Behave."


Cid and Basil


They had retired to Cid's accomodations to conspire privately perhaps?


Xander, Adam, Liana


They were on the Forecastle Deck still.

Xander had asked the captain to go over his crew and share his opinions and thoughts on them. And the old captain warmed up and did so, even embarassingly sharing his worries about Lieutenant Asmodia's sadism in front of her. Xander had a casual way of making it seem like no one else mattered but him, and Asmodia's presence was momentarily forgotten as the Captain gave a complete and honest appraisal of his crew and its staff, covering pretty much everything listed in the Crew of the Resolute spoiler at the top of the OOC thread.

Lieutenant Asmodia kept quiet and wanted to shrink into herself. Having the man she respected more than anything else in the world speak of her in such a way was crushing. She knew she wasn't a sadist. It was those damnable slips whispering lies into the Captain's ear to blame. Yes, she'd find a way to make them pay. She'd just have to be very careful not to worry the Captain about the terrible price she would exact from those dirty slips.

Lieutenant Morton stood quietly aside, trying not to make his occasional glances at Liana be too obvious. She was an attractive celebrity after all.

[CharlesMartel]

Having seen his belongings to his resting place, Aeolus did a quick once-over of his quarters and his room. The quarters were quite a lot better than what was he was used to on ships- the perks of being on a Chelaxian warship, he supposed.

Now, where did that Taldan go? He was a long way from home- of course, so was Aeolus, but nobody needed to know that- and he was curious to learn more about who he was-nobodies did not receive passage on a ship such as this one.

With this in mind, Aeolus began searching for the Taldan he had seen abovedeck, moving through the underbelly of the ship slowly and quietly, but with purpose. He needed few things to find the man but his eyes, ears... and the eyes of the slips around him, perhaps?


Knowledge(local):
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Stealth:
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[Toxic Mind]

Anna laughed at Tinn's comment about being a plant. The laugh was harsh and derisive, with no hint of actual humor. She lifted the back of her shirt, showing the small Halfling a small portion of the scars that webbed across her back. It was clear that whatever wounds had made these, they had been savage, and while the healing had prevented Anna from losing the ability to use those muscles, nothing could erase the scarring. Upon hearing a gasp at the savagery the wounds implied, Anna said, still in Halfling a gift from my first Master. He thought that I was planning to escape. He was often prone to fits of madness. As if any escaped slave would last a day in Chelliax.

Anna set to dicing the tomatoes with gusto, taking some of her anger out on the fruit. She was pleasantly surprised to see that her skill with a blade translated well at least into this aspect of cooking. Anna had learned long ago to take pride in the little things. She turned back to Karli once finished. I am willing to learn, if you'll teach me how to cook, but for now is there anything else I can help you with?

[oyzar]

"Why thank you captain, your information has been most enlightening. I am sure it would be useful in the months to come." The eidolon opens its moth to speak. "Everyone needs to be shown their place. Only by being shown the power of those in charge can they truly know their place." There are other ways to do things then simply raw force. Lieutenant Asmodia, why don't you come to my cabin later. But now I need to talk to that slave. Where did she wander off to? Na'athar go fetch her." Yes, sir!" the Outsider runs off, sniffing the air to track down her scent. "You could have someone show me to the quarters now." Xander says out to no one in particular, but his tone is expectant as if he waits for his wishes to be fulfilled.

Na'athar hurrys greatly to track down Anna. He almost runs over a Slip on the way belowdecks. Eventually he does manage to find the little kitchen Anna is in. "Come human slave. The master wishes to speak with you. Now!" he guards out in a guttural voice.

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus


He was lurking around below decks. It was likely that he was up to no good! Certainly you can't trust Tieflings. That's why you have to crush them beneath your boots!

The result of Aeolus' sneaking around was conveyed via PM to his player.


Anna


Before Karli could answer the question, Tinn was brushed aside by Xander's feral Infernal Eidolon, who had been sent to summon Anna. Karli just stared, she didn't know what to think of the beast. Tinn recoiled and tried to find something to hold up between himself and the Eidolon, anything to defend himself should the beast somehow break free from whatever eldritch bonds held it under its master's commands.


Cid and Basil


They had retired to private accomodations and were possibly conspiring and whispering dark secrets to one another. There was no way to tell, without being privvy to the PM exchange that was taking place!


Xander


The Captain was beginning to regret being so open, but there was nothing to do about his loose tongue now. He reasoned with himself that it was for the best that Xander Thrune knew all the details of the ship's affairs up front. When Xander noted that he'd like to be shown to his quarters, the Captain assigned Lieutenant Morton to carry that task, and to see to the Thrune's immediate needs.

Lieutenant Morton led the way down the narrow and steep stairs, lending assistance as needed to Xander, before once again leading the way below decks to what would normally be the First Officer's Quarters, but which had been assigned to Xander Thrune instead for the duration of the journey. The room would be described normally as moderate sized, but here aboard the ship it would be considered large, with a bed, several chairs, and a private desk and wardrobes. A large chest bolted to the deck, with an expensive lock securing the lid, assured the security of Xander's valuables.


Adam and Liana


They were left on the Forecastle deck with the Captain and Lieutenant Asmodia. They watched as Lieutenant Morton escorted Xander down the narrow steep stairs and down below decks toward his luxurious appointments.

"If there are no more questions or requests," the Captain said, "I should probably be overseeing our departure."

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus's smile became even bigger, if it even could; he had been on this ship for less than an hour and there was already scheming afoot! He just wondered when he would put names to the voices he had heard.
And, of course, how could he resist the tell-tale pull of learning more secrets? Aeolus continued to attempt to glean information from the conversation occurring on the other side of the door he was next to.

Stealth: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]

[Toxic Mind]

Anna was unsurprised at the appearance of the Eidolon. She had seen it before, though she cast a pointed glance at Tinn. A lot of talk, and no action. she thought to herself. She turned to Karli and smiled kindly, "perhaps another time then." She switched from common to Halfling, saying in a lower tone "this one won't harm you without reason. His master does not seem fond of unnecessary violence. Be well." With this, Anna turned, and motioned for the Eidolon to go ahead, and in flawless Infernal said "we should not keep the Master waiting." Anna prepared herself. This would be the time to determine what this Scion of Thrune expected of his slaves. Whatever came, at least by the end Anna would know where she stood.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

"Very good Captain." Adam said with a hint of gusto. Straightening his morningstar at his waist. Walking away from the forecastle toward the stairs, he motioned to the third mate. "Asmodia. With me." he commanded as he began walking down the stairs.

As she followed him, "Lieutenant, I would like discipline reports compiled on the members of the crew. Any suspicion you have of disorderly conduct, or past infractions you're aware of. Include yourself in the report and keep your own personal feelings out of it. I want facts and well concieved theories, not personal vendettas. Upon perusal of your reports I will mette out justice accordingly. Show me to my quarters." he finished.

As he walked into the ships interior, Adam finished with, "Remember Asmodia, I am a Hellknight, and we do not spare the rod for anyone, even ourselves. I expect you to act accordingly."

[Xunthrae]

Liana nods to the people in front of her before leaving, thanking them for their service on the ship. After leaving the forecastle deck she heads to the bow. She leans there staying out of the way and just watches the waves letting it sink in that she is actually going across the ocean. she stood there and just watched the screw load the ship and relaxing before the likely stressful journey.

[AmusingSN]

Anna and Xander


The Slave and the Royal had a few quiet private moments in Xander's quarters to come to some sort of mutual agreement as to the appropriate behavior expected from a slave toward one of the most important men in all of the Cheliax.


Aeolus


He was lurking around below deck, getting into all kinds of sneaky skittery trouble. What a shady bunch, those tieflings are, for sure. It's absolutely official.


Adam


Asmodia led the way down from the Forecastle deck over the narrow and steep stairs to the main deck, and then below to where the Hellknight would be quartered. His quarters were similar to Cid's, comfortable and moderate in normal conditions, aboard a ship they would be considered very well appointed indeed. A single chair and small desk provided seating, anyone else would have to sit on the edge of the bed or stand.

"As you will it, my Lord. I will write up the reports as soon as I am able. And I will not neglect to report on myself." She was at once disturbed by the prospect and strangely excited at being able to confess all her darkest transgressions. She had heard stories about Hellknights, and she thought that perhaps some of her "best work" would be not only accepted by their kind, but commended. At long last, acknowledgement! If she was lucky.


Liana


She had a wonderful view of the harbor, and of the halfling crew that was now scrambling over the deck in preparation to, once and for all, finally cast off and begin the journey! On the ship's bow, she truly felt like she was the "King of the World!"

"Hold on! Our last passenger is running up the docks!" Shouted the captain, just before the halflings could pull up the plank from the dock.

It appeared the ship's final passenger had arrived. Just a bit late.


Cid and Basil


As they were speaking quietly behind a closed door in Cid's quarters, Basil suddenly became aware of a subtle creaking-planks sound just beyond the door. His eyes caught a shadow underneath the door frame. Someone was lurking just outside the door, likely listening to their conversation!

Drama and hilarity will likely ensue, or we can only hope!


Leanora


The wizard-architect was late! She had lingered behind too long for goodbyes with her family and now, it appeared, the Resolute was about to leave without her!

Run Leanora! Run!

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistar

The creaking of the wheels announced the carriage, as did the clatter of hooves on the streets from the accomponying two horses and their riders guarding the vehicle. Two armoured men bearing the mark of House Julistar provided security to those sitting in the carriage. It was clearly of better quality than your average carriage, the crest betraying it belonged to the House of the Old Nobility. While the wooden carriage was well maintained and its decoration was polished, its age was becoming apparent, just like that of the servant steering the horses infront of it.

Jumping from the carriage, the servant first went to the back of the carriage to fetch luggage and set the pack ready at the door, while waiting next to it. He waits for a few minutes, but then jumps up as he notes movement at the door and quickly opens it. Then, out of the carriage steps a young woman with long brown hair and amber eyes, clothed in a beautiful red dress with yellow, almost golden, lining which forms an aethestic ensemble with her golden necklace, circlet and armband. Flying next to her head is a small bird with red-brown feathers, her wings flapping rapidly to keep her aloft in close proximity. "Thank you, Robert." She says politely as he holds the door.

Standing on the street, she picks up the luggage Robert has put ready for her, though it seems like she finds the bag to be heavy to carry. She looks back at the carriage as she hears: "Be safe, my daughter, and be well!" With a smile, she replies. "You too, mother. Farewell to all of you!" This is meant not just to her family, as she momentarily glances towards Robert and the two riders, beyond the carriage. The small bird accomponying her also chirps, which even seems recognisable as speech: "Farewell!" From the carriage there is a threefold response: "Farewell!" "Goodbye!" "Bye bye!" With the first coming from her mother Kristina Julistar and the two latter stemming from her younger brother Alonso and younger sister Niria who peek out from the carriage door and wave towards her. Waving back to her family, she offers a warm smile at the small bow from Robert and the riders. "Good luck, milady." Robert says and the two riders add: "Best of luck, my lady." "Fair tidings to you, my lady."

With that, the goodbyes were said and done. There had already been goodbyes in the carriage and the goodbye of her father Octav Julistar at home making her run later than usual. Robert closed the carriage door again as Leanora looks around and then starts to walk over to the mighty vessel the Resolute. One last time she looks back at the carriage, which after a "Hi-yah" from Robert departs, and she waves at the two children waving their older sister goodbye. For a moment of sentiment, Leanora feels a tear about to run from her eye, but she quickly brushes it away with a flick of her finger. It will be a long time until she sees her family again, if at all, but she knows that the opportunities she is heading towards can simply not be had in the city of Westcrown she had grown up in.

Only then does she realise that she is being waited on with the shout from the captain. The halflings were about to pull up the ornate boarding plank of the Resolute on board. For a moment, she feels ashamed, but this is easily pushed aside. She was a noble of House Julistar, after all, and it was her right to take her time to say goodbye to the family she left behind here. This was not something that would happen anytime soon again. Still, she did not like to be late, she had a reputation of being punctual after all. And thus, to also not further irritate the captain, she hurried to get on board, even if the bag she was carrying was slowing her down. Ahead of her was the small bird, which flew quite a bit faster than Leanora. Striding with grace over the plank and boarding the Resolute, she let out a sigh of relief. The idea that the Resolute could have left without her was a frightening one, though a weird one as well. "Thank you for waiting, Captain." She spoke up with a clear voice as she was now aboard the vessel.

[oyzar]

Xander Thrune

Xander Thrune walks back from his cabin after having spoken to Anna. "Go see what is belowdecks Na'athar. Who knows what you might find?" "Yes, master." Na'athar barely has the time to nod at his master before he lopes off. All the senes of the eidoln are in full gear as it sniffs here, watches there and listen for things happening as it moves along. I gotta be careful so I don't miss anything though.


[roll0] not sure how scent affects this...

This slave was not quite what I expected. Defiant yes, but also seemingly willing to serve. With the right care she could become a very useful tool. Hmm and a good looking one as well. I wonder what I can use that for. He was careful not to miss any detail of this new slave of his. With powerful tools came greater potential for harm if used wrong, a sword could hurt the untrained way more then simple cuttlery for example.

Once he finally got upon the deck he saw Leanora Julistar finally getting on deck. His smiled got if possible even wider. Finally someone of some status, well other then these hellknights, but they certainly were not as interesting as this woman. He walks up to her and before she can say anything he reaches out his hand to grab hers. "Leanora Julistar I presume?" He kisses her hand lightly as he brings it up to his lips. "It's nice to see you. I am Xander Thrune. I've heard great things about your works here in the city. It will be wonderful to have someone as talented as you along for the trip. Certainly there will be great things to create across the sea as well."

[Fairfield]

A small creak arose from outside Lord Cid's quarters, and Basil's eyes snapped over to the source of the noise. A moment's examination revealed that his nerves were not playing tricks on him -- there was a shadow visible beneath the door.

How long had the eavesdropper been there? There was no way for Basil to be sure. What could he have heard...?

Basil attempted to catch Lord Cid's eye and make him aware of the intruder's presence, gesturing at the space underneath the door and the shadow visible through it. Then, the Taldan made himself ready to spring toward the door, depending upon his lord's command.

[Stormageddon]

Upon seeing his companion freeze up and start making a motion towards the door Cid grabs for his Flail tucked neatly into belt. How could have danger found him already aboard this ship!?

With a swift motion Cid bursts into action with a grace that so few could match wearing full plate. Slamming open the door and hell erupts in the hallway as the massive hellknight hunts his prey.

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus surmised that the individuals in the room had heard him, as an imposing Hellknight virtually threw himself through the doorway and into the hall. Now that stealth had failed, it was time to fall back on the other Blackbard family staple: lying. "Well, this seems like a strange time to exchange introductions but regardless, I am Aeolus of the Blackbard family, traveling on this ship to Anchor's End. I had seen a Taldan above deck and was curious to meet him in person- do you happen to know where I would be able to find him?"

Aeolus figured that, at worst, he would have to run to the top of the ship, where the Hellknight had to at least explain himself before attacking him. Then Aeolus could just escape back into Westcrown, head to the Dead Quarter, and hole up for the next 15 years.

Or, of course, he could just bluff his way through this one. But it was always good to have a contingency plan.

Bluff: [roll0]
Prepare darkness SLA

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

She had just said farewell to her family and realised she had been on the late end, while carrying a heavy bag. And then it was somebody like him to welcome her on board with a kiss on her hand. Suffice to say, Leanora was baffled and it showed in a glimpse of a moment before she regained her composure and put her bag on the ground to quickly make a deft and formal curtsy, using her now free hand to hold the skirt of her dress from out of her body. "Greetings Milord, it is an honour to be welcomed by a member of the esteemed Thrune family and meet Your Royal Highness in person. Thank you for your compliments, but you do me too much honour. Though it is indeed my hope to see marvels of architecture rise up at our destination and it would bring me happiness to know I assisted in the endeavour." For a moment, Leanora pauses and the small bird that flitted along her lets out a few chirping notes before it descends upon her shoulder and looks at Xander Thrune with more intellect than an animal of its kind would have. "Lord Xander Thrune, this is Cinda, my familiar." "Greetings, Lord Thrune." Cinda answers, flitting her wings cheerfully as greeting, until she folds them up again.

Her back straight once more, Leanore looks at Xander Thrune, meeting his gaze with her amber eyes as she speaks with a clear and soft voice coming from her smooth lips. "When I look at the ocean ahead, I see the brightness of the opportunities the future brings reflect in the waves and it is my hope that the gathering here will cooperate towards a future of prosperity. If I may let my curiosity speak, Your Grace, what do you see at the horizon?"

As Leanore patiently awaited, she inwardly sighed. It probably would have been better to not let her curiosity speak towards a royal third in line of the throne. It had taken her a fraction to realise who she had been facing, but she accounted that to her rush. Still, to actually face one of the princes in person, it was not the same as hearing about it, and his welcome had surprised her. She had not expected the first person to exchange pleasantries on board was Xander Thrune himself, dressed in his intimidating parade armour. Nor had she expected him to take an interest in her and have heard about her, let alone compliment her. Though in retrospect it seemed a foolish idea that he had not learned about his companions, after all, he had to be prepared. Still, questions a plenty shot through her mind, but she brought order to her thoughts, as she had to focus on the here and now, and she awaited his response, while not forgetting to pay attention to her surroundings, ensuring she was not in the way of any halflings bringing the ornate boarding plank on board.

[oyzar]

Without looking away from the noblewoman in front of him Xander holds out a hand behind him and shouts out. "Anna, come here! This noble woman needs help with her luggage." Inside he thinks Would normally have Na'athar do this, but Anna works just fine, even if she is not as impressive as Na'athar, but I do hope he will find something interesting belowdecks instead.

Xander's face grows serious as he responds to Leanora's question. "When I gaze into the horizon I see how we overcome the challenges presented to us and show those who would oppose us their rightful place. Being reunited with those we care about would be nice, but as much in life it won't come easy." He takes a short breath and his face calms down and he even smiles gently at the woman in the red dress. "There will be things that will be easier to achive across the sea rather then here in Cheliax, at least that is my hope. I am sure there will be plenty of time to speak of what is to come ahead of us. Lets get you settled in first though. I hope you will join me for dinner later this evening." Xander looks over at Cinda "It's a nice familiar you have there. You will meet Na'athar later. When you do, you don't have to be frightened, he won't harm you. From your familiar I take it you have some ability with the arcane arts. Would be nice to hear more about that." Afterwards he turns around to look to see if Anna have heard him to fix the luggage. A future of prosperity you say? Well hopefully things will indeed prosper under me, that would mean more power.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna snapped to attention behind Xander. "Of course, Lord Thrune. Lady Justilarc, if you would, I will take you to your quarters below. " Anna picked up the heavy bag with one hand. She casually tossed her hair over her shoulders, hiding the hilt of the sword once more. It was a long-practice maneuver, and typically, onlookers were so distracted by Anna's looks or charm, that they never noticed. "Whenever you are ready" she said to Leanora, gesturing to the entrance to the below decks.

Anna thought she recognized the woman, though she could not place from where. Perhaps a guest of Lady Tavos at some point, or an acquaintance? Anna did not worry. People talked, and if it was important, Xander would tell her as soon as he could.

[AmusingSN]

Leanora, Xander, and Anna


Leanora had managed to get aboard the ship before the plank was drawn up. Shortly after she was aboard, however, the plank was withdrawn. As Leanora and Xander exchanged pleasantries on the Main Deck, they noted the windswept Liana at the bow not too far away, being the "King of the World" as the lines were cast off and the ship slowly began to drift away from the dock.

The Halfling crew began to sing a Shanty song, timing their work with the rhythm of the tune. For those aboard the ship who could understand Halfling, the song was a serious tune about duty and putting aside hope to make way for toil. Not particularly uplifting to the minds of most, but to the stern and Lawful minded Chelaxian, it would be considered quite practical and commendable.

Xander's Eidolon was sniffing around below deck, finding all sorts of interesting things going on down there. Most notable, he spotted Adam walking with the Third Mate.


Liana


She noticed the ship slowly turning as the wind would lightly push the vessel away from the dock. She also noticed the late arrival of the Lady of House Julistarc, and Xander's subsequent greeting. A young officer, the First Mate of the ship, joined her at the bow. He was spotting the course with a spyglass, and shouting naval observations up to the Captain on the forecastle.


Aeolus, Basil, and Cid


Aeolus blurted out his desperate excuse for why he was lurking there at the door. It was not nearly to the level of slick coolness that one would expect from a high-class Tiefling spy, but perhaps that's what threw Basil and Cid off. If Aeolus were up to no good, he'd at least have a better excuse than that, right? No, if he was lying, they couldn't tell for sure. Maybe he was actually telling the truth! No spying or intrigue going on out here in the hall, no sir. Nothing to see at all. Move along!


Adam


Adam had reached his quarters, and Third Mate Asmodia waited patiently to be dismissed.

[Fairfield]

Basil followed Lord Cid out the door, wishing desperately that he had not left all his weapons in his own bedroom. From now on, he would have to carry a dagger -- even aboard this ship, even in the presence of presumed allies. Honestly, he was not entirely sure how this had slipped his mind after years of worrying about Taldan assassins. Basil might be on the verge of escaping his past, but that did not mean that the present was remotely safe.

A quick examination of the intruder revealed that he was a Tiefling. His explanation caused Basil to raise an eyebrow. The Tiefling was searching for him? This was... unexpected. And, Basil thought initially, somewhat suspect. But the more Basil thought about it, the more he found himself willing to believe the suspected eavesdropper's explanation. After all, there was not yet any reason to suspect Aeolus of any subterfuge. It would be foolish to dismiss the possibility out of hand, of course, but clinging to notions without any proof was the root of paranoia.

Thoughts of eavesdropping aside, however... why was Aeolus searching for him? Was he a hired assassin? No, that was unlikely -- he claimed to be a member of the Blackbard family, and his appearance and manner of speech suggested high status.

"I believe that I am the Taldan you are searching for," said Basil, bowing his head politely, but keeping both eyes fixed warily on the Tiefling. "My name is Basil Kydones, and I serve House Donary. Is there something in particular you wished to speak to me about?"

[Stormageddon]

Cid somewhat disappointed by this encounter. He had expect a spy or assassins, but instead... This Teifling with a "thing" for his vassal. Oh well to each his own. Basil could deal with this one. Cid had felt the ship begin to move, and want to watch as Westcrown faded into the distance. If for nothing more then to remind him of what he was headed to.

Armiger Cid Donary. No bow I'm off to watch the ship sent sail. You sir would be wise to not stalk around the doors of a Hellknight. Cid puts away his flail in neat and orderly fashion, and walks away towards the bow of the ship.

That was rude, but it had been a day of a great many surprises. And Teiflings were... Creepy. Cid desperately needed a place to clear his mind.

[Xunthrae]

Liana moves away from the bow of the ship. Letting the crew member do his job without her interference. She sat near the way down, making sure to be out of the way of other passengers and crew members while she listened to the song. She was glad to have another woman aboard. Men can be so unpredictable and having another lady, especially one that isn't a slave, was nice. Liana would have to become friends with her.

Liana turned her focus onto the song that the crew was singing,picking up the meter and words. She'd have the song known in no time and be able to play something along with it within a week.

After she got the basics of the song down, a few minutes later, she wandered to her room, bringing her backpack along with her, choosing to carry it herself. Once there, she begins to settle in, nodding in recognition to the other(s) in the room, giving them a friendly hello as she set about getting her belongings in order.

[CharlesMartel]

By Norgorber, they believed him! One of the poorest excuses he could have come up with and they both bought it. Really a rather pleasant experience all around. Aeolus wondered if he could at least learn a bit of the Taldan's history. "There is nothing I wanted to talk about in particular, except perhaps how you got to Westcrown; the city hasn't been in a very pleasant state for a long time and for a Taldan to make this sort of journey is decidedly uncommon."

At the very least, he could begin figuring out who this Basil was. Even stranger was that he said he served House Donary- who the hellknight was a part of!- but at the same time, had a noble surname. He doubted he could really get anything substantial out of Basil, but determining if he was an obstacle to Aeolus's plans was paramount- the earlier he knew who to watch, the better.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam stared at the first mate for a moment. She was beautiful, in a symetrical kind of way. His face betrayed none of his interest or lust though and it seemed he was just sternly inspecting her.

Sitting at his desk, he waved her away. "That is all Asmodia. Perhaps you would care to dine with me this evening, I plan to begin scribing a Codex Manifesto, and I would enjoy your thoughts on the matter."

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

Leanora's campanion Cinda chirps happily at the compliment Xander gave her. Xander's mention of Na'athar leaves Leanora to guess what his companion is like, as he attempts to ease her mind about him before having met him. Her thoughts immediately go out to a devil, as not only does House Thrune consort with devils, she is aware of the tale that states a devil follows him around. Was he such a powerful caster of the arcane arts to bind an imp familiar to him? Or had he made a frightful deal with a devil? That was for later concern, however.

"I would be happy to converse about matters arcane during dinner with you, Lord Thrune. I am certain that there will be goals that will be easier, but others will be more difficult in those new lands. We will see what challenges we will face, but you are right, there is plenty of time to speak about that during the journey." She then looks at Anna carrying her bag with ease. She was blessed with strength, something Leanora lacked considering what she considered a heavy bag, would not slow down Anna as it weighed only a little more than twenty pounds. And Anna possessed a certain blend of beauty that was enough to draw attention.

Leanora's thoughts stirred, as she felt she had but place some idle thoughts together and make sense of them. Somebody to serve another, with nobility involved. As much as she loved to puzzle it out and figure out what seemed off in the picture, this was not the time. She gave a nod of acknowledgment towards Anna, her smile showing gratitude for having her luggage taken care of, after which she turned towards Xander Thrune again. "Thank you, Lord Thrune. Before I settle in, I would like to watch our depature from the city of Westcrown." Leanora caught herself having wanted to say 'my home city', but that was just the thing, she was leaving home behind to create a new one.

With a soft sigh, she turned her head towards the docks they were drifting away from, after which she looked at Xander Thrune again. She gracefully curtsied again. "If you will excuse me, Your Grace, I will not take up more of your time. I am pleased to have met you and I look forward to conversing with you about what the future will bring." Stepping back, she gently started making her way a bit further along the deck and as she did she gave another slight nod at Anna. Leanora Justilarc was fine with her bringing her luggage to her quarters already, or if she waited until she was ready, that was a matter she left to her or her master to order.

As she made her way to the back of the ship, she let her gaze shift over it for a moment, admiring its quality. Her eyes rested on Liana for a moment and her lips formed a smile. She had seen this woman perform before and recalled it had been an enjoyable performance. It was nice to see such company on the journey as well. While she also wondered why such a woman was going on such a long voyage, she for the moment paid it no mind.

Instead, she leaned on the railway, her hair waving in the wind as she looked out to the docks of Westcrown, which grew smaller every passing moment. The buildings, the halls of the Vira's, the streets and the monuments, she was leaving all that behind. Was it wise to do so? To go to a place full of the unknown? Only time would tell. And in time, Westcrown will vanish behind the horizon. But for now, it was still there, still visible, even as it shrinked, and Leanora held on to that thought as she watched her birth city, the home of her family, knowing there was no returning now.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna knew the nod. She quietly picked up the bag and took it downstairs to Leanora's room. She set the bag on the bed, not wanting to presume to unpack the woman's things for her, and then returned to the top deck to watch the departure. As she reached the top deck, she quietly said to Leanora "Your bags are secured in your room my lady. Should you need me to stand watch, I shall gladly return to do so until you can come claim them." As Anna waited for a response, she watched the city fade into the distance, and enjoyed the smell of the salt air and the rocking of the ship under her feet. Anna had always felt at home in or near water, as she felt it brought her closer to the forces through which much of her magic kindled. Absent-mindedly, she removed her rune stone and whirled it between her fingers, never dropping it, part from reflexes, and part from small magics.


Cast: Prestidigitation

[Fairfield]

The Tiefling seemed unusually curious about Basil's background. As inconvenient as that might seem, Aeolus's questioning seemed genuine. Which confirmed his earlier realization that Aeolus was probably not here to kill him. Secure in that knowledge, Basil was not alarmed by Lord Cid's departure, and pushed thoughts of his short sword and dagger into the back of his mind.

"It is certainly uncommon for a Taldan to find his way to Westcrown," allowed Basil, "but as I said, I serve House Donary, so I am not your typical Taldan. It was decided that my business acumen would be an asset in Arcadia, and I was not inclined to disagree."

Purposefully vague, yes, but hopefully informative enough that the Tiefling would not take offense. Now, perhaps, Basil could attempt to learn more about Aeolus's purpose. "If I may ask, what has set you on the course to Anchor's End? Those gathered aboard this vessel seem to come from a wide variety of backgrounds, and I must admit curiosity as to where you fit into the puzzle."

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus and Basil


The Taldan and Tiefling (two shadier characters you'll never meet) were having a quiet conversation below decks, just outside Cid Donnary's appointed accomodations. Aeolus had been caught snooping around outside Cid's door, but he had somehow managed to deflect most of the suspicion thanks to a little bit of luck. But how long would his luck hold out?


Cid and Liana


As Cid was headed out to the deck and Liana was headed below, they passed one another in opposite directions. The operatic beauty, was humming the Halfling Sea Shanty low and nearly under her breath, unconsciously matching her footsteps to the beat of the song.

Cid on the other hand got to have a wonderful view of Westcrown Harbor slowly drifting away behind the ship, and the Inner Sea promising the way to adventure beyond the (long collapsed, alas) Arch of Aroden. There shouldn't be any problems slipping through the naval chokepoint, as Cheliax proudly controlled both sides of the narrow passage between the Inner Sea and the Arcadian Ocean.


Adam


The whip-thin and sharp eyed Third Mate considered Adam's proposal. It was a flattering offer and her mind reeled at what she would have to do to accept it. Slowly she slumped her head forward and whispered her apology. "I'm sorry, Lord Armiger, it would truly be not just an honor but a pleasure. Unfortunately I have ship's watch during dinner tonight. Perhaps another evening?"


Leanora, Xander and Anna


Leanora made her polite departure so that she could savor her last few moments overlooking the mighty Westcrown Harbor. Once a majestic shining port, its design and architecture was the absolute standard for beauty and functionality for generations. But now it was like a hazy blot, fading into the distance. Civil war had ravaged it first, as greedy nobles each sought to claim the city for themselves. And when the civil war had finally been brought to a close, a new order fell across the land. The distant shadow of House Thrune from Westcrown's sister city Egoran.

If Westcrown would not give up a few freedoms for the sake of the security of the State, then let their rebel heartsblood nourish the rose gardens they take so much pride in. So said the first Queen Abrogail, and so it also went with the second.

Would Leanora and Xander be able to make a better world across the ocean, a world were Charity and Beauty could exist alongside Power and Security? As we, the audience to this show that was about to begin, couldn't help but wonder.

Even as Anna magically juggled her remarkable little runestone, Xander's eyes would settle not on what they were leaving behind, but on the mysterious haze to which they were headed. There would be no Cheliax Cavalry, no Thrune Guardsmen, and only two Hellknights whose loyalties, while seemingly solid in support of the Status Quo, could not be assured.

Would these pioneering heroes have what it took to forge a New World from the Lawless Frontier?


Feel free to wrap-up your business and to make any foreshadowing posts you'd like to make before we do a time jump (I'm planning a one-month time jump aboard the ship). Come on over to the OOC thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=328068) to discuss any concerns or share any comments you might have as well, while we transition into the intrigue, scheming and power-building that is to come!

[CharlesMartel]

Judging by the vagueness of his answer, Basil was a 'businessman' in the same way Aeolus was. That wasn't necessarily an issue- in fact, it could be a boon if they worked together. They could be best friends!

Or, of course, they could actively try to kill the other man. It all banked on what their aims were and what cause they worked for. Regardless, he still had to answer Basil's question. Vaguely, of course. "I was once a merchant in the city of Westcrown- the place is polluted with taxes and the city is a shadow of its former self in practically every way. I yearn to once again profit from the benefits that free trade and self-determination bring to those willing to work for their success."

He hoped there would be a more pliable ally amongst the ranks of the travelers here, someone he could count on to watch his back while he made a massive profit. He could really use some peace of mind or, at the very least, a scapegoat to pin future crimes on.

[Fairfield]

Basil smiled. "I also anticipate the opportunity to profit during our time at Anchor's End. I am sure that, once we get to know each other better, there will be plenty of opportunities for mutual gain."

Or at least Basil hoped there would be. It would be a shame to gain this Tiefling as an enemy -- his talents, Basil guessed, were somewhat similar to his own, and he did not relish the thought of entering an extended rivalry.

"It was a pleasure speaking with you," said Basil, "and I hope we will be able to collaborate in the future."

[AmusingSN]

We have time-jumped one month into the journey, to roughly the half-way point.

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, Anna


As you passed through the channel that once was bridged by the magnificent Arch of Aroden, the channel that led from the Inner Sea to the Arcadian Ocean, you knew that Avistan was about to be left far behind you. And while the Inner Sea's depths were a bright blue mystery, the Arcadian Ocean seemed infinitely deeper and more mysterious. Stormy gray and dark blue-black, churning as the trade winds picked up, the sea sickness was misery inducing.

A week turned into a month, and the winds began to die down. The crew lowered the oars and the constant Halfling Shanty, a song of toil and service, guided the crew in their work. But sometimes they would stop. The song would stop and everything would go silent on the ship, except for the constant gentle sound of oars lapping into the water, pulling, and being returned to position. Soon after the song would stop, a cannon would sound, a thunder clap that would smash an explosive cannon ball into the waves with a plume of spray.

And sometimes, just sometimes, something, something very deep and beyond human comprehension, would moan lamentfully in return. When asked, the Captain let his very important passengers know that they were passing over the sunken continent of Aztlan. As if that would explain the undersea horrors that were clearly stalking the ship. "This is just one of the many dangers we face on this journey. If it was easy, everyone would do it." The Captain explained, and seemed happy to leave it at that.

There were other people that you met aboard the ship in this time.

Lieutenant Julian, the young and dangerous First Mate, who seemed perhaps just a bit too ambitious to be safe.

Master Darthana, the ship's navigator and purser, whose world travels gave the older woman a dangerous non-Chelaxian view of the world.

Bosun Rolain, the used up old man who, without complaint, was probably single handedly responsible for keeping the Resolute afloat in the churning ocean, and keeping the sails intact even as they threatened to burst in gale force winds.

Sub-Lieutenant Brynna, an extremely pleasant young officer, whose expertise with the ship's cannon was impressive. Her awesome respect for the barrels of "powder" that fueled them made you wonder if it was wise to take such explosives aboard the vessel.

Midshipman Horace, the teen who had spoken only briefly to Liana, always seemed to be getting into trouble with Lietenant Asmodia, who seemed to find every fault in his service. He kept to himself, but it was clear he was always watching, always listening, and always learning.

Brother Borst, the ship's Chaplain, was only sober when he was expected to give a service. He suffered from a worse sea sickness than even the inexperienced sea travelers, and claimed that the liquor was the only way to soothe his nerves.

Vost, the treacherous Halfling, seemed always to be watching Anna, hoping to dig up some dirt on her, some proof that she was not a loyal slave to Xander Thrune. It was clear that by doing so, he was hoping to curry some sort of favor from the royal, and perhaps a better or more comfortable assignment for himself.

On a particularly quiet night, with only the sound of the Halfling Shanty to distantly remind them that they were even on the sea, the Captain had invited the VIPs to his table to have a great meal. It was a "point of no return" tradition, when the ship's rations would be diminished to a point where returning to port was not a possibility. They had no choice now but to continue on.

And so they had one last big meal, the fresh vegetables were growing a bit stale, and from this point on they would exist only on preserved rations.

The Captain's Quarters were well appointed with a library and a private dining table, a big bed and a desk and several comfortable chairs. It was from here that he often held his meeting with his officers and other important crew.

The Captain, First Mate Julian, Master Darthana, Xander, Cid, Adam, Leanora, Aeolus, Liana, and Basil were all present for the meal. Oisin had made excuses due to a sickness he had contracted. Anna had been asked to assist Karli in serving the meal -- as Xander's personal valet. The food was good, and the company pleasant enough, but the politeness and manners during the meal where a bit stifling.

It wasn't until the meal was finished, and the plates were cleared -- and Master Darthana offered a cask of her distilled wine spirit, which she claimed was from a remote vineyard in southern Taldor, that things started to warm up. Spirits were flowing freely, and with them, the conversation began to improve.

And this is where we begin our scene, with the characters having finished their delicious meal, full bellies and just beginning to get that warm fuzzy buzz from a couple of glasses of Brandy. Would they take the time to discuss their plans for the colony, or would they keep their plans to themselves?

[Stormageddon]

Maybe it was the booze or maybe Cid was getting impatient, but Cid needed something from these people, and now was a good as anytime to talk about it. Cid briefly touches the scar on the right side of his face and speaks up.

Ladies and gentlemen, I intend to bring order to this new land. To protect this colony from whatever dangers that we may face. I humbly request that you support me in my efforts to build up the defenses of Archor's End so that we may all live in peace.

Your Royal Highness Xander, from you I have a special request. I ask of you to borrow your servant Anna? I believe her talents could be valuable to this cause. With the understanding that she is still your slave and will be available to you at anytime, and no harm will come to her from my hand.

[Toxic Mind]

The suggestion does surprise Anna somewhat, but not enough to cause any overt reaction as she stands in the corner of the room. Over the past month, she and Cid have developed a healthy respect for one another. For the first week of the voyage, Anna practiced alone in the earliest morning, practicing swordplay on the lower deck. The early practices were always watched by Vost, who always sought some flaw or sign of subterfuge. After the first week, however, the crew had become accustomed to Anna's daily routine, and her practices were observed more to admire Anna, than her swordplay. Anna did not mind all that much, so long as no one made any remarks or took any liberties.

This all changed when Cid got over his seasickness. He rose early, and for the first few days, simply watched Anna. Eventually, however, he asked if she would spar with him, and the two quickly developed a routine. Soon. The sparring matches were observed by the majority of the crew and passengers, and the morning ritual became somewhat of a show. Vost stopped bothering to show up, as he could hardly claim some evil of Anna when the Hellknight could find none. For her part, Anna was glad of the company. Cid was pleasing enough on the eyes, to be sure, but the true attraction came from the ring of steel and the respect and deference shown to a warrior by others of their caliber. For the fit time, a smile was constantly on Anna's face.

Whatever her personal feelings were, however, Anna stayed silent. her first duty was to Xander, and her second to Lady Tavos. Xander would make the decision, and she would abide by it, even if it meant losing her favorite sparing partner.

[oyzar]

Xander had decided to not wear his parade armor for the evening, but instead dress more comfortable clothes. The clothes were something which would not go amiss at court though. A primarily purple coat, but with red, black, gold and silver embroidery. Not as terriffying as the armor, but the sigil of house Thrune was still visible multiple places. His pants and shirt were similar in design, though not quite as filled with stitching. He was careful on the booze, not wanting to befuddle his mind too much with all the important discussion that was bound to take place.

With a sly smile Xander says. "Borrow her Amiger? For what purpose I wonder? But no, I be sure I won't let Anchor's End go undefended. Anna might help out for a time, but I will have use of her as well. I can't blanket approve of her serving solely in the defense on the colony, but if there are people with the aptitude to combine sword and magic maybe she can teach them?"

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


Master Darthana indicated to Anna that she should refill the snifters at the table.

Lieutenant Julian smiled a bit as he surveyed Anna, perhaps with just a hint too much appreciation. "She definitely is quite the asset. I commend your good taste, my lords and highnesses." He lifted his snifter in a quiet toast to his betters.

The Captain swirled the brandy in his glass and then brought it beneath his nose for a sniff before sipping it.

[Stormageddon]

Cid flushes (damn this brandy) at the sly comments being floated around the table. Cid instantly regretted not wearing his armor to this dinner. People were so much less likely to be flip when they were sitting across from the steel devil. Cid stiffened himself; armored or not he was the steel devil.

Lieutenant Julian, if you have any honor left in you. You will keep your opinions to yourself when your betters are talking, and if you do not have any honor then I will gladly give you a lesson in the matter.

Intimidate [roll0]

Your grace is wise. I could indeed use her to help train. I was thinking of maybe an emissary between the government and the military. But perhaps I presume to much as you have not told us if you intend to rule.

[oyzar]

Xander feigns mock shock for a moment before he gets a serious expression on his face. His eyes burn red with fervor as he speaks. "It's the duty of those with power to rule over their lessers. House Thrune is powerful and it's reach is long and we show it by sending me across the sea to rule. Of course I will carry the burden of making sure things go as they should in Arcadia. Under my rule I hope we will be able to prosper and spread the Chelish influence out from Anchor's End. A man can only do so much alone though. I need the help of the rest of you to build," A satisfied bright smile appears on his face as he looks over at Leanora by his side as he lets the word hand in the air for a moment, "Defend," He holds his glass up towards Cid, he is still not done with the wine from the dinner before, "Make sure people obey the laws." A nod towards Adam Black "And many other things." He lets his glass rotate in front of him as if to indicate the rest of the people.


30 to make the NPCs belive in/respect/follow Xander based on what he said. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=16990436&postcount=90)

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus wasn't sure what he expected the armor-clad man who had almost attacked him a month ago to be like personality-wise, but he really didn't anticipate Cid to be that damn scary. The man had more than just heavy armor to back him up it seemed.

He was a little worried about this fellow from House Thrune- he really hadn't engaged in any sort of meaningful conversation with him, but judging by his mannerisms he was just like nearly every other member of the high nobility; he had power over everyone else by birth and would leverage it at every chance the boy had. It was a bit disconcerting that his primary goal was to expand the 'Chelish' influence as this would inevitably come at the cost of both human equity (not that Aeolus necessarily cared too much) and the prosperity that came with it.

This was definitely not Aeolus's place to speak out of turn- certainly not against the scion of House Thrune, who seemed to be quite the charismatic speaker- so he merely projected his voice to the right-towards Basil- without moving his head, a talent he had picked up in his education a long, long time ago: "After this dinner is over would it be possible to speak to you in private? I have several things to ask of you."

Aeolus would rather fight and die than give up his dreams of freedom, economic and otherwise. And fighting alone wasn't a workable option this time.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

The red sleeves with yellow, almost golden embroidery around Leanora's wrist draped on the table as she withdrew her hand from the glass she had wanted to take. Her amber eyes turn towards the speaker. "Amiger Donary, we're enjoying this dinner, let's try not to spoil the atmosphere." She said it in a light tone, giving him a soft smile, in her hope to bring some calmth.

Her intention was to sooth things down, not ire the situation, as she found his words and attitude intimidating. While she might have been inclined to say something in defense of the Lieutenant and his honour in light of a friendly atmosphere with the crew, even if she had found his overly fond appreciation distasteful, the sharp edges to Cid Donary's words had staved her away from such folly.

When Xander Thrune was done speaking, Leanor's companion Cinda, the small bird accomponying her day and night, chirped, as if to indicate that even the song of a bird would help. The reaction from her familiar caused a short smirk on Leanora's face. She looked at Xander Thrune, knowing that he had to say those words if he wanted to gather these around this table underneath his banner. She wondered how inclined everybody was as she looked over the table, from the crew of the ship, to the hellknights and the other passengers.

"And there's your answer, Armiger Donary. With Lord Thrune having answered your questions, I will add my response to your request. As an Architect, I would be happy to lend my assistance by constructing defenses in the colony, but such projects need a healthy economy to supply the materials and the means.

I look foward to a futurue where not just a healthy economy established, but to see civilization rise in the Arcadian lands, the people prosper, trade florish, temples emerge, operas sung and castles built. It is my hope that together, we will make the new land be sung upon in legends, its towers full of knowledge, a beacon of civilization, order and prosperity. It is an ambitious goal, I full well reckon that, and it will take time. It requires cooperation, something I am more than willing to offer. As Lord Thrune has so correctly mentioned, we will need each other to work towards our goals.

And I am happy that the Captain Grachus and his crew have already shown their cooperation, by bringing us across these waters to Anchor's End aboard the Resolute, a shining example of the latest technologies. To a bright future across the ocean."

Leanora follows the example of her neighbour, Xander Thrune, where she takes and lifts her glass up with her nimble fingers as she speaks of the bright future. The glass rests gracefully between her fingers, where one is adorned with the Justilarc signet ring.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam enjoyed the first month of the voyage, the sea air was invigorating. His mornings spent watching his fellow knight spar with the talented young slave of Lord Thrune. His evenings spent in quite contemplations below deck or in prayer.

He had not recieved a report from Asmodia as of yet, but his patience was endless and he expected it to be that much more thourough.

Attending the dinner in the captains cabin, Adam felt cramped, by far the largest person on board but he hid his discomfort well. Discomfort after all was just another form of pain, something Adam was all to familiar with. Sitting at his chair in his evening dress wear, black high collared longsleeved shirt with silver buttons, black breeches and boots, all adorned lightly with silver embroidered chains, he drank heavily on the brandy, it was good and it would take him substanstially more to become intoxicated then it would the rest.

At Cid's outburst he shoots a stern look at his fellow, as he fell back on the intimidation that was so common a tactic for the orders. It was especially useful against lower ranking people and slaves, although the threat was real, Hellknights operated outside the social order and could condemn nobles and slaves alike with the full backing of the church of Asmodeus and the Queen.

At the speeches from Xander and Leanora, Adam raises his glass and nods. The noble lady seemed a bit naive, true wonders and dynastys were built on the backs of slaves and the corpses of rivals. Men had to be taught greatness through lash and knife if necessary.

Straightening an out of place hair by moving it away from his almost absurdly handsome face, the large hellknight spoke up. "For my part, I will begin with the purging of heretics and the social reaugmenting of the colonists when we arrive to smooth the transition to rule by Lord Thrune."

[Xunthrae]

During the first month of the trip Liana would entertain the crew and passengers each night, be it singing or dancing or playing the flute. She would do a short performance to take people's minds off the stressful journey. The first time the cannon's sounded she was confused. What could they possibley been shooting at. She was standing at the railing of the ship when the first of the lementful moans, something in her became terrified. A cold hand grasped at her heart as she thought of the thing that could possibly make that sound.

Besides the frightening sounds from the deep, Liana tried to make the trip as enjoyable as possible. She sang when the half-lings were doing their shantys and talked with most everyone atleast a little bit.

At the dinner, Liana's mask broke for a split second at the lewd comment towards the slave, but it was back in place, her conversational smile safely on her face. She was glad the man was put in his place by the hellknight. Maybe he would be good to approach with actual ideas instead of appeased with hollow platitudes while his compatriot would not. During Xander's and Leanora's speeches, she nodded along seemingly in agreement. She was wearing a simple outfit, nowhere near as grand as those near her. Most of her grand outfits she didn't have room for in her allotted amount of space on the boat, but she made due and still looked very good.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna was silent during the exchange, saying nothing, showing nothing, betraying nothing. But she was hardly idle. She noted Lieutenant Julian's comment, and the reactions that followed it. Cid Donary's outburst was more vehement than expected, but hardly a surprise. The bond between warriors was something that few who had no tasted the fire of combat could understand. The bard looked shocked, even if only for a moment, at the suggestion implied by the Lieutenant. Perhaps the idea of another human being as mere property sat ill with her? Or maybe she did not truly realize the horrors that some slaves dealt with.

Whatever the other's reactions, they were interesting, but ultimately unimportant. Anna would never let herself be used by such a man, no matter his station, and if she had felt any true threat, would not have hesitated to dispatch him then and there. She was sure the Lieutenant thought her disarmed for her lack of a sword, but her magic was just as deadly. She idly thought about what a pleasure it would be to drive an ice shard through the Lieutenant's throat, or to blow him into the abyss with a blast of water. Julian had surely seen her practice, and he was far more a fool if he thought her unarmed against his advances, overt or otherwise.

[Fairfield]

Over the past month, Basil had managed to at least acquaint himself with the rest of the passengers aboard the ship, although he made sure to present himself in a conservative manner which would not give rise to undo antagonism. As the weeks passed, Basil also became more confident in his relative security while crossing the ocean. If somebody had intended to kill him, Basil reasoned, they would have had ample opportunities to do so earlier on in the journey. Nonetheless, he made sure to keep a weapon on his person at almost all times -- just in case.

Basil started at Lieutenant Julian's comments -- what sort of idiot would so brazenly disrespect Lord Cid? The Taldan recovered his composure quickly, hopefully before anybody around him noticed. He watched with satisfaction as his patron sharply reprimanded the lieutenant. His impression of Lord Cid had always been of a man who commanded respect, and held those around him to high standards, but over the past several weeks Basil had little occasion to observe those qualities in Lord Cid. This served as an excellent reminder of the kind of man Basil was expected to serve.

Lord Thrune spoke next. His speech was impressive, and gave a glimpse of the vision he held for the future in Anchor's End. Something about his speech that Basil could not quite put a finger on gave him the feeling that Thrune might very well have the force of will to bring that vision to fruition.

Following the royal's speech, Basil heard the whispered voice of Aeolus next to him. The Taldan simply nodded his head in acquiescence to the Tiefling's request. Basil was well aware that it would be unacceptable for him to interrupt the dinner, even quietly, and that played some part in his subdued response -- but mostly, he was intent on observing the powerful players interacting before him. He was learning quite a bit as he watched the scene unfold before him -- far more than he had learned in his brief but cordial interactions with the rest of the passengers and the crew since they had set sail.

As the conversation continued around him, Basil's thoughts turned back to the project he had been undertaking in his cabin. Using the information available to him, he had been attempting to assess the economic productivity of the Anchor's End colony, as well as the further potential of the region. He had ideas that could be used to improve the colony, but he lacked the authority to take the initiative in bringing those ideas forward. And, Basil suspected, he also lacked a full picture of what to expect on the Arcadian side of the ocean.

[Stormageddon]

Cid was a bit taken back by the words of Lady Julistarc's words, but she could hardly be faulted for being soft hearted. What was more surprising was the stern look he was getting from his brother Hellknight. At least his grace had known the proper way to handle the business of a Hellknight by not addressing it at all.

Cid glanced over to Anna was she smiling for a moment? His heart skipped a beat. Gods she was beautiful. This was improper. Over the month he had come to respect the lady as a warrior her skill with a sword nearly matched his own. Maybe this is why he had let his emotions get the better of him when that wrench had made his crewed joke.

Still he was with in his rights.

Calmly turning to Lady Julistarc.

My lady Julistarc, his grace is right "the strong most rule over the weak," but my order has a saying "The chain binds both ways." All people have their duty to perform whether it be as a slave or as queen; we are all bound by are social duty. Anna performs her duty with honor. I have seen her skill, and there is no doubt in my mind that if she wished she could draw her sword and kill half the people in this room before anyone could do anything about it. But she does not. There is honor in that.

And I will damned to the abyss if I will sit here, and allow that service to be made light of. She as a slave can not protect herself from such remarks, and there is cowardice in attacking her. Just as I would not let him question your honor. Nor by any means will I sit quietly while my own attentions are called questionable! If I choose to kill this man for implying something dishonorable on my account then I would be within my rights to do so.

But you are right this has been a pleasant evening, and because of that I may allow him to make amends.

I would be most interested with your help with your expertise on building up the defenses of Anchor's End. I would very interested in talking about that with you in the future.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam smiled, there it was, the iron of his brother's word. "I will kill you" that was the weight behind all the Hellknights did. Paper couldn't hold the iron, it came from the hearts of men. So often had he seen Hellknights threaten and bully, exact taxes and shake down merchants. Adam would kill for his beliefs, slave, noble or kings alike. And his brother shared, if not his beliefs, at least his mettle.

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


The Captain leaned back in his chair a bit. He was irritated, but restrained. He motioned his glass in the direction of his Lieutenant, who was, it should be noted, the second ranking officer aboard the ship.

"Lieutenant Julian. Please relieve Sub-Lieutenant Brynna from the watch." The Captain made the order sound like a request.

"Aye aye." Lieutenant Julian was very happy for the chance to get out of there. He was obviously too oblivious to understand his offence, but he was more than sharp enough to know that being on the bad side of so many important people was a very bad thing. The further he could get away the better. He practically tripped over himself to make his escape from the scene.

Darthana motioned for Anna to keep the Brandy flowing, her own glass was empty for the ... was it the third time, already? After more was added to the glass, she took a long deep sip of the exotic liquor. "A righteous purge would be justified if the people were in a state of civil war, certainly. But the sort of lawlessness that exists in the colony is more the tranquil serene sort. They still love their country. They still toast to the Queen. And they would rise up as one to fight for their flag." She took another long sip.

"I suppose what I mean is . . . there's more than one way to skin a cat. A commoner would use a sharp knife. But a Lord? Well, I imagine a True Lord would have but to ask . . . and the Cat would skin itself."

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

"Armiger Donary, I merely ask is that we keep a proper atmosphere here, not one filled with dread." She referred to the way he had spoken to the Lieutenant, where his tone had been excessive on intimidation, while they had been enjoying a fine meal. Leanora subtly gave a nod to the Captain, approving of him easing the situation by sending Lieutenant Julian away.

Taking a sip from her glass as Darthana spoke, her eyes set on Armiger Adam Black for a moment, studying him, after which she looked at the female speaker and lowered her glass again. "I agree with Master Darthana, even though I'd prefer a different analogy." Referring to mention of skinning a cat. "We will strive towards lawfulness in the colony, but a purge sounds rather extreme, Armiger Black. To me, it sounds more effective to point these people to the proper path, where they may assist our efforts. And please, Armiger Black, do tell me, what do you consider heretics?" The question's tone was one of interest. After all, the definition of a heretic could be different between individuals, especially if these individuals worshipped different deities. What was commonly named a heretic in Cheliax was well known enough, but some people kept more and less extreme views on its definition. And Leanora was interested to see where Adam Black fell on that scale.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna practically laughed as Julian stumbled over himself to get out. Instead, she moved closer to Darthana, resolving to more closely watch the glass. It would not do to anger anyone unnecessarily, nor over something as simple as filling a glass. Either way, she was uncomfortable with the attention. Part of what made her effective was that her status as a slave meant people talked around her, barely noticing her presence or that she was a thinking human being. Too much attention could get people wondering why she was there, and what that might imply. She poured another round of brandy in the empty glasses and resumed her place near the wall. The prettiness of the room ornament at first Drew glances, but given enough time, became simply another accoutrement of the room itself. Anna became that ornament, and soon people forgot the ornament had a mind of its own.

[Stormageddon]

Cid intently watched as the man left the room, and refrianed from out right laughing as the vile man nearly tripped out of the room. Had what he ask been so unreasonable? He had mearly asked for a formal appology from the the offensive indivial. A practical pass from an offended hellknight. It was becoming clear that this crew had little to none experience in dealing with a hellknight. Cid would take this opprotunity to educate them as so they would not make the same mistakes in the future. Cid ofcourse still was owed amends, but he would take up the matter with the captain in private at a later time.

At least his brother hellknight clearly approved of how he had handle the situation. Although his statement brought back the weight of the mission at hand that he had not been trying to focusing on during this voyage.

You are correct my lady. I apologize for upsetting you.

See, was that really that hard!?

Brother I'm sure pruges won't be needed. We must not judge an entire city before we arrive, and see herisy in person. But the authority to do is in your hands, of course.

Cid hated to say that last part, but it was need. The Godclaw handle the matters of Herisy, and Cid would not over step his authority.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam took another sip from his glass as lady Justilarc adressed him. "Well lady Justilarc, I would say that a heretic is anyone who doesn't complicitly comply with law or laws set out by the ruler or his agents. Divine right is where the royal family derives its power and any who oppose it oppose the will of Asmodeus. While I agree with you that the common people are our flock and we must guide them on a benevolent path to order, the shepards have been away far to long and wolves are bound to be among them.

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


Julian had exited the scene, relieving some of the tension that was in the room following his lewd behavior.

It was clear that still were questions that remained unanswered.

And the Taldan and Tiefling were being suspiciously quiet. It was hard to tell which one is shadier.

The Captain made brief eye contact with Liana and rose his glass to her in chaste celebration of her beauty.

Master Darthana continued to drink liberally, and enjoyed the exposure she was having to such diverse personages of Chelish importance.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

Leanora looked at Armiger Donary and gave him a nod, accepthing his apology gracefully, as well as hinting approval to what he had said afterwards. She then looked at the other Hellknight and a slight frown formed above her eye. "To be honest, Armiger Black, I had expected a more strict definition. What you describe, a person who does not follow the law, I would call a criminal, an outlaw. And criminals will need to face justice for their actions."

She noted how Armiger Black had avoided to respond the subject of purges, while three persons had said something about that now. If he meant to seek out criminals, he was using a severe way to put it. And so, only more questions and their answers would clear things up.

"Armiger Black, do you have any concrete plans to execute concerning this subject upon our arrival at Anchor's End?"

[Fairfield]

The notion of purges was somewhat disturbing to Basil. Although he was confident that he would be on the "proper" side of the purges, at least this time, there was no way of telling what kind of conflict this attitude could cause in the future.

It occurred to him, however, that his talents could be put to use in determining the loyalty of various colonists in Anchor's End. "It occurs to me, my lords," said Basil, "that I might be able to offer my services in determining whether your subjects at Anchor's End are loyal. Although my primary talents lie in the realm of accounting, I may also be able to find and evaluate whispers of discontent."

[Stormageddon]

Cid could not help but smile at Lady Justilarc's confusion. The Godclaw had answered the lady's quest, but could hardly be blamed for her confusion. Who else but a hellknight could tell the difference. Each all of the Hellknight orders served the same purpose except maybe the Rack who were glorified historians, and the Gate... Gods knew what they did, Cid was really too interested in finding out what that was. What the real difference was more of a matter of perspective. A member of Scourge would see a common criminal. His own order would see someone trying to escape their social duty. A Godclaw however saw a heretic. The Godclaws were the Crusaders of the Hellknights. They met out their justice as the word of the gods.

Cid had no interest in such divine matters. To Cid it did not matter what a person believed so long as they continued to serve in their social duty. His order's prisons were filled with such people.

But the Godclaw could speak for himself. Their was still information that Cid needed to know.

Brother how do intend go about your mission? Will it be by preaching to the people? Or through policing the town?

Cid then turns to Darthana.

You seem to be familiar with Anchor's End. What else can you tell us about the city? Who currently runs the colony? What defenses does the city posses? What dangers face the colony?

[oyzar]

"While tracking down any rebels is important, I do not want to put the whole town against us just because there might be a few dissenters. Turning them to our side before they have actually done anything unlawful could make them into quite useful followers." Xander nods towards Basil "Maybe someone like you would be easier able to find out who might be against the crown or the law without putting people on edge?" he then shakes his head slightly. "Still, you are not Chelish, you might not have the power and authority that Adam got, but you will still be quite different from most of the people there." Xander takes a sip of his wine as he eyes Liana and Aeolus. "Maybe the two of you could also help Adam in rooting out anyone straying from the law or about to do so? I have heard that there are antagonists to the crown across the sea, so it's not like you will be chasing smoke and mirrors."

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

"I could see how you might be confused my lady, few truly understand the differences between the Hellknight orders so allow me to shed some light. Where other orders of Hellknights enforce their visions of law out of a sense of duty and grim necessity, the God Claw does so out of religious fervor and a belief that the world must forcibly be set upon a righteous path, hence our motto "Righteousness through obedience". Our order was formed during the crusade against the world wound and we extol the tenets of lawful deities beyond just Asmodeus, such as Abadar and Iomedae. As a signifier, I would attend more to the spiritual state of the masses and the rooting out of wrong thinking. I would leave the actual enforcement of the laws we establish to Brother Cid, though I would be more than happy to assit him." Adam takes a sip of his brandy.

[CharlesMartel]

Well, this was interesting: the scion from house Thrune was directly addressing him; he honestly hadn't expected this. It was an interesting proposition to be sure: eradicating people like himself- those who would disobey the state religion and laws- would probably pay well, but at the cost of his reputation among certain circles, perhaps. But in the end, it was about the pay.

Of course, he couldn't actually say any of that in such a public setting.

So he settled with: "My lord, I left Westcrown to avoid the complications and difficulties created by bureaucracy. Although intrusive taxes and hunting down dissenters are not quite the same thing, it would be very difficult to convince me to assist in this endeavor, rather than simply become a normal merchant functioning within the bounds of society. That being said, I take your offer with the utmost of respect and will give it much thought over the next month. I look forward to future cooperation."

That should do the trick.

[Stormageddon]

With all do respect your Grace. I find that when a person is paid to uncover wrong doing. A person will deliver just about any name So the payer feels like he got his moneys worth.

I will have need of Basil services, but I'm sure he will be pleased to service your highness as well as he has served the house of Donary. But these other two I'm sure have other desires to fulfill their social obligations.

[Fairfield]

Basil nodded his agreement with Xander Thrune's comments. It was impossible to be sure how his Taldan background would reflect upon him when he reached Anchor's End; however, it was fair to assume that he would be treated differently from the rest. Whether that could be turned to his advantage remained to be seen.

Aeolus's response to Xander Thrune caught Basil by surprise. This Tiefling was bold. He couched his objections to the royal's request in respectful words, but his boldness in asserting his sense of ethics grabbed Basil's attention. He would have to observe Aeolus closely -- his motivations seemed to be much different from the rest of the passengers.

When Lord Cid mentioned Basil's presumed willingness to serve Lord Thrune, Basil again nodded his head in agreement. Although rooting out dissent would not come as naturally to him as finances, the Taldan knew that any assistance he could give to the ruling powers of Anchor's End would serve him well in the long run.

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


Master Darthana unfurled some maps onto the table top, maps of the colonial provinces.

"Development is going to move slowly to say the least, and its impossible to gauge the areas that will develop the fastest. Obviously the harbor here at Anchor's End has a head start what with the naval and military developments in the last generation still hanging on there, at least in part. But of course, at some point you're going to want to establish local trade routes to move supplies around. Minerals from the hills, lumber from the forests. Food from the plains. Manufactured goods from across the ocean. You'll need highways and sea ports for those." She pointed at the map appropriately.

"You will probably want to expand a little into the forest and the hills at the very least, which will require some cartography and exploration. Then of course, you're going to discover the native problem. There are people already here. Natives. Scraelings they call them. Most of them are friendly innocent sorts, you'd probably see them as easy to exploit. But every once in a while, every few tribes or so, they get a bit of a backbone. And these Scraelings rise up like you've never seen and come in waves after waves of all hide armor and bows and hatchets. Haven't heard of any major uprisings in recent history -- probably because folks there haven't been too interested in expansion. But the Andoran colony up north, up here, they've been aggressively expending their lumber industry and they've been facing serious resistance from the Scraelings. I don't imagine the scraelings will be a problem unless you push your expansions too far, but at some point you're going to have to worry about them coming for you."

She took a pull of her brandy from her glass. "Sprinkled in the hinter regions here you'll probably be able to find some old Ulfen ruins. For ages, the Ulfen have been taking to burying their dead here, and some of the more notorious raider-kings and pirates weren't exactly welcome to Valenhall, so they made due with spots on the coast. You might turn some of these up in your explorations."

She swirled the liquor and took a sniff of it. "If you can make peace with the scraelings -- or be strong enough to hold them off -- there's no limit to how much you can accomplish here. There's more than enough land in Arcadia for some much needed elbow room."

[Stormageddon]

Cid nods with approval as the navigator gives the information. Cid was impressed by how knowable the navigator was about the region. Thoughts of roving barbarians did not sit will with the Armiger.

Thank you navigator, you are a credit to your country! I'm interested in these natives that you speak of, could be a threat. Also Andorians could be problem as well. If we could turn these Scraelings on the rapidly growing Andorian colony then perhaps we could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

Maybe those ruins could hold an answer on how to deal with the Scraelings, and keep the good citizens of Archor's End safe. Who wishes to come explore those ruins with me?

Failing that our armies should be ready.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

"Thank you for your explanation, Armiger Black. It is much enlightening in the matters of the God Claw order. It is good to see the tenets of such lawful deities of such importance." Leanora nodded, after which she looked Armiger Black straight in the eyes. "If I may ask, how do you intend to attend the spiritual state of the people when we arrive in Anchor's End?" Leanora had asked a question at Armiger Black before, asking about any concrete plans and well, involving oneself in the spiritual state was a plan, but not very concrete. Perhaps he did not have any, or he was dodging the question, as Armiger Cid Donary had asked him about how he intended to go about the mission, asking about preaching or policing, and there was no clear answer to that question as of yet.

As she awaited Armiger Black's answer, she listened to the others and sipped from her drink. She glanced at Xander for a moment, hearing him speak about ways to tackle dissenters. Hiding a smile at Aeolus' response, she was happy to hear somebody who did not seem as easy to persuade, even if it was Xander Thrune asking. She also found Cid Donary's response noteworthy, nodding in agreement. His words about how people might turn corrupt by the sound of coins put forth a sound argument. She did wonder why he would shy both Liana and Aeolus away from Xander's suggestion, but she figured it was probably because Armiger Donary trusted the influence of a Hellknight more, which made sense from his persepctive.

With Cid Donary's reference towards other desires and Master Darthana's explanation about the terrain, the colony and the natives, Leanora Justilarc thought about her own wishes again, and how it would apply to the colony. She hoped the natives would indeed not pose a problem at the start, so as to give them the chance to establish a good base. She thought about the lands again. Earlier during the voyage, she had already studied the maps, and there was plenty of opportunity. It was just a matter of deciding which opportunity to take.

And already, an opportunity presented itself. "I fully support Armiger Donary's statement, Master Darthana, you are well informed, which is commendable." Nodding towards the navigator, she gave her a smile of appreciation. "Armiger Donary, I would be happy to assist, however if you wish to see any type of army ready, there is much to be done in Anchor's End first. I think the colony or its neighbouring regions will warrant our attention first, but it would be good to secure its surroundings soon. How far away are these ruins?" Leanora Justilarc knew it was a good opportunity, considering that they might find something useful or some one. Surely these Scraelings would listen to reason, or be able to persuaded as so many could be. At least.. a question stirred in her mind. "Any idea what kind of language the Scraelings use?" She asked, looking at Master Darthana.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna perked up at the mention of ancient ruins. They could certainly hold artifacts that Lady Tavos would be interested in, or at least point her in the rights direction. However, if they were charted, they had also likely been looted of anything of obvious worth. She resolved to inquire about them to Xander later. At the very least, she could likely convince him to allow her to examine the ruins after they had been cleared.

Anna found this verbal sparring rather boring. Her diplomacy with silence, and she held little value for fancy words. Actions were the currency she traded in. Whatever Anchor's End would hold, she could only hope that Xander would apply her talents accordingly. Slave or not, her effect on the world had always been muscle, tempered with brain. Very few masters appreciated a slave that could think, and many more feared them, so she hid any signs of such behind a veneer of strength.

This mention of Scraelings was worrisome. Anna had fought goblins and orcs before, and a few bandits during her service with Lady Tavos, but all of those were the aggressors. This time, the people she was expected to fight we're defending their home. And whether these nobles realied it or not, that made them incredibly dangerous. Back any beast into a corner, and it becomes ten times as deadly. And Anna worried that with these Scraelings, the dignitaries around her planned on doing just that, hardly realizing the consequences.

[Stormageddon]

Did was becoming tense at the lady's continued questioning of the hell knights' actions. It almost bordered on distrust. Maybe the lady had bad experiences with hellknights in the past. Maybe Cid could lay her concerns to rest.

My Lady, let me assure you that my brother and I has the full support of our respective orders; in that we would not be here unless they thought we were able to complete the task laid out before us. The being said Hellknights are reactionary order. We simply deal with what is before us. We could tell you what are plan is but that would be a lie. As plans go away as soon as situations arrive. If you have concerns about situations as they occur I personally invite you to come talk to me and we can have a conversation about it at that time. I hope that will satisfy your curiosity.

Now for your question. In war one must always be thinking ahead. One has already lost if an enemy is knocking on the gates and you don't have a plan. Innocent lives will lost I assure you if our enemies come to us and we know little to nothing about them. Even with the biggest of armies. We must know who they are, their wants, there loves, what they hold divine if we are to deal with or advert their possible threat. It armies are big stupid tools but it doesn't mean we should use them as such.

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


The post-meal meeting was proceeding along as well as could be expected. Drink was flowing, and the moods were improving.

Master Darthana spoke as an aside to whoever was interested. "They have their own common language, we call it Arcadian, but each tribe of Scraelings are as likely to use their own tribal tongue as the common trade language of their kind."

[CharlesMartel]

Having not received a direct response from Xander, he imagined he would be addressed in private. This could be good. Or it could be extremely bad. Either way, it would be an interesting experience to speak one-on-one with a scion of House Thrune.

The bit about the scraelings was interesting. And the ruins- he didn't done any exploration in quite a long time. He spoke again, "Master Darthana, I have two questions about Anchor's End: firstly, is there any knowledge you have of exactly where the Ulfen ruins are; which provinces they are in, to be more precise? It seems grossly inefficient to go gallivanting around the surrounding provinces for months without finding them, and every little bit of knowledge would help. Secondly, I am curious as to how cooperative these scraelings have been so far. To me, they represent one of the greatest external challenges the colony currently faces, and in a situation where they are anything less than subservient it is good to have a backup plan."

It was a bit more than he would usually say, but he could just easily blame it on the liquor. No problem.

[Fairfield]

Scraelings? The prospect was worrisome, not only because of the potential threat they could pose to the Anchor's End colony, but also because they represented a variable that Basil had little to no control over. While it was true that the Chelaxian military could probably be relied upon to defend the colony, Basil would feel safer if he were able to influence the situation somehow. But he was not a military man, and his strengths -- finance and intrigue -- would hardly be helpful against a group of people whose language he did not even speak.

Learning -- and possibly mastering -- these languages, then, would be something for Basil to consider in the future. "I would also wonder, Master Darthana," Basil added to Aeolus's query, "whether there are those in Anchor's End who could serve as translators, or teach us the languages of the Scraelings. It would perhaps be disadvantageous if we were unable to communicate with the natives."

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


Darthana considered the question. "I believe they have a slave that they use as a translator. You might be able to learn the language from him, if he's still there."

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Standing with his head nearly scraping the ceiling, Adam raises his glass to his present company. "Lords, ladies, sers and madams, I look foward to a prosperous endevor with you all. Alas I must rise early for prayer and will be retiring now." with a final gulp of his brandy, Adam retires for the evening.


(ooc)I am ready to jump ahead again when all are set.(ooc)

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

Leanora nodded towards Cid Donary, then looked at Adam Black leaving. She did not offer a courteous goodbye, only a nod as he retired, for he had not had the courtesy of addressing her question in word, only in act. Apparently she may not ask, or Armiger's Black had found his fellow Armiger's explanation sufficient.

Looking at Cid Donary, she offered him a polite smile. "Armiger Donary, plans may not survive reality in their entirety, that does not mean they are lies. They can be a framework to execute an idea, and the details may be lost as we move from abstract thought to the concrete world, but the framework itself may yet survive. I am curious as to the intention, but that need not be handled now." Nor could they, with Armiger Black's departure.

"I do agree with your general sentiment, we will need to prepare ourselves for any hostilities we might face, which we will see if not at the start, then in time. As you say, a plan is vital to a secure realm. If you would like, we could go over defensive possibilities for the colony later on during this journey."

Turning from Armiger Donary to Aeoulus and Basil, she each gave them a nod of recognition, appreciating their questions. She then turned towards Master Darthana. "That is useful information. You spoke of the Scraelings and expansions earlier. Are they present in the regions I have seen detailed in your maps or is their presence greater, and thus their danger, beyond them?"

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


Master Darthana thought about it for a moment. "They're a nomadic people. What our scouts and explorers could report one day would change the next. That being said, they have given our colony a fairly wide berth once the military showed its power. But since the colony has been left to the settlers to defend, the defenses have declined and I fear its only a matter of time before the scraelings decide that they might want a second round. For now, though, it would seem they are comfortable steering clear of the areas we've surveyed and claimed for the Empire."


Time Warp Ahead!

If no one objects, tomorrow I am going to post the Welcome to Arcadia scene!

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


The last half of the journey was similar to the first, only with less food and water, which likely took a lot of fun out of it. The storms were perhaps a little more intense as you grew closer to Arcadia, as the continent seemed to steer the warm southern air in a northern direction, feeding powerful weather patterns over the ocean.

A tragedy occurred just a week from your destination. Oisin went overboard and was lost, or at least that was his presumed fate. There was a particularly bad storm, and when it passed, it was noticed that he was missing from the ship. He had bad sea sickness the whole journey, which kept him from socializing with the other guest passengers, and perhaps he went above decks to releave himself, and was swept overboard. At any rate, the mighty noble did not survive the dangerous journey.

Asmodia provided Adam with a complete list running down all the disciplinary problems aboard the ship, and she worked closely with him to see that they were corrected before their arrival at Anchors' End.

And so the ship was running with a tight and well disciplined crew when it arrived off the coast of the New World. The captain sounded a bell and shouted, "Land HO!" There was much excitement, everyone was hungry and thirsty and this meant new provisions. Thanks to Master Darthana's expert navigation, the ship was not far off course, despite the stormy weather, and it arrived off the coast of Anchor's End on schedule.

Anchor's End was a sleepy little village, with a small mill on the river, and surrounded by speckles of homesteads across the countryside. Signs of previous military establishment are seen in a few low stone walls and the overgrown ruins of the former Fort. As the ship sets anchor in the bay, the folks in the town likely don't even realize they have guests, or how their lives are about to change.

First Mate, Lieutenant Julian is assigned to command the ship's boat that will take you from the galleon to the shore, there will be countless trips made today under his command, as he takes the passengers and their supplies and goods, to the shore, and brings back new provisions for the ship.

You've made it!

YOUR NEW LIVES BEGIN TODAY!

[oyzar]

Xander

Back at the ship:
"Interesting. I wonder if the scraelings could be of any use. Just because they fought against the Andorans does not mean they will fight against us. I hope we will be able to make them see the right way of things. They could prove a useful resource. You call the Scraelings people, are they humans then?" Xander touches his jaw thoughtfully before he nods towards Cid. "More defense would always be useful yes? Maybe they can be trained to fight for us instead of against us? If nothing else they would likely know the land better then most who have come across the ocean. We could benefit from that knowledge."

During the later part of the journey Xander kept reading and re-reading his Heritage Book. Any insights he could gleam to better be able to handle what was in front of him would be helpful. He intented to make his best impression when he arrived so he would be able to take command of the colony as was his right.

Xander is dressed in his intimidating Chelaxian parade armor and beautiful cloak. He walks around like a tiger ready to pounce. His energy is on top as he is ready to start taking control over the new world. With an intense smile he looks over at Lieutenant Julian and says. "Let's be off Lieutenant Julian, we are finally here. Time to get to business. Today is the frist day in the new world. The first day in the rest of our lives."

[AmusingSN]

Xander, Cid, Adam, Leonara, Aeolus, Liana, Basil, and Anna


It is late in the day when all the supplies have been ferried over, along with all the passengers. The locals don't know what to think. You've heard that they've sent word to the eldest, Eberk the Wise, to address the visitors in the Civic Hall to find out what their intentions all.

It's also public knowledge, and the village is much abuzz, that Xander Thrune plans on declaring himself Liege Lord of Anchor's End at that meeting.

What preparations do you make for the meeting? What schemes do you have yet to hatch? Where are you planning on staying? Which NPCs do you wish to court for favor?

Only you can know for sure!

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

Looking at the horizon, Leanora watched the coast beyond the many waves and saw Anchor's End grow, the details becoming clearer and the future get closer. Cinda was floating besides her, watching as well. Dreams could be achieved or turn into nightmares. Anything could happen, and it was up to them to seize the opportunity. She looked at Anchor's End and knew that this was where she had waited on the last two months, and had lived up to the time before that. She took a deep breath and continued to gaze at the colony, while Cinda nestled on top of her head, getting a comfy spot to sightsee.

Leanora Justilarc gracefully stepped over the plank, from the Resolute on the wharf of Anchor's End. Dressed in her red gown, she looked around, already seeing the people of Anchor's End. With a smile on her face, she was happy and ready to seize the day. Lieutenant Julian and Xander had preceded her and Cinda, who was flying enthusiastically around her, spoke up. "We're here!" "Yes, we are, Cinda. And we have much to do! I look forward to it." With a big smile, she takes a moment to enjoy their arrival, looking at the others getting off board and the crew preparing to get all things off board. There was only a small amount of respite, she realised, and she made use of it. Because in moments, when the transporting of goods began, she would ensure her goods were taken care off properly.
After all, the goods she brings rival that of Xander Thrune himself, despite her lower station. And she will supervise it, taking care that the goods were properly stored and arranging all the administrative matters around it now they had arrived in the colony. She was good at managing transport and knew when to interfere, arrange or let the people do their job.

The day passed and as she jotted to ensure that all her supplies were taken care off, Cinda eagerly helping, she felt safe knowing that her goods were in storage. In her eagerness to get business done in an efficient and orderly fashion, she also offered to help the goods of others be sorted swiftly. Plus, some of the curious locals watching may have been inadvertedly recruited to carry things, moved by the confidence of a noble and a warm smile filled with gratitude.
The activity helped her get her mind off the meeting she heard about. During all the moving, people could see some things being moved without help, or things meant to be carried by two, being carried by one on one end and nobody on the other. For an hour, an Unseen Servant summoned by Leanora was helping the effort.

Before going to the meeting, she made sure that she looked presentable, and actually excused herself from the group to look around Anchor's End. Which she did, studying the local architecture, as well as 'mingling' amongst the populace for as well a noble could, showing her face and even addressing some of the middle class, making a brief and friendly chat. Her walk led her to the local shrine, which she entered and if there were people inside, she would try to get a friendly conversation going. If there were none, she would spend a short time in silence, thinking of the time ahead and preparing herself spiritually to what is to come. All in all, her time in Anchor's End was short, as she would not want to miss the meeting in the Civic Hall she had heard from the buzz around her. Returning to the others, she was in time to move along with them to the summons of Eberk the Wise.

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus enthusiastically disappeared from the dock as soon as he possibly could and set out on his way. During the trip, he had attempted to improve ties with Darthana: the navigator seemed like she understood the intricacies of Anchor's End and the surrounding area. His efforts were met with what he would consider 'mixed results': while Darthana provided him with a fairly detailed understanding of the colonial administration, and a berth of information regarding the colony's people and surroundings, she still didn't seem to fully trust him. One could only wonder as to why...

Aeolus had donned his leather cuirass and a somewhat expensive robe he had taken from Westcrown. He went over his plan one last time; befriending the widow Ginny and the impromptu leader of the Mariner's Pact, Czasin the Red, was key to success. Especially Czasin- the man was important in the goings-on of trade within the colony and having him on his side- or out of the picture- and having the Pact in his pocket would be a fantastic way to get his business operations going.

Before the Council meeting began, Aeolus took a brief stroll to the Pact's headquarters (presumably a warehouse of sorts?), trying to take in every sight and sound that he could on the way- any information could be helpful. He hoped he could meet Czasin in an informal manner: it was much easier than talking over a formal dinner for him. The conversation would presumably be quite pleasant, but it was always good to have a dagger up your sleeve...

Roll for k(local) to find base of operations for the Pact: [roll0]
Roll for perception to just kinda look around:
10+5=15
Hide a dagger in my wrist sheath

[oyzar]

Before reaching land Xander would find a moment to instruct Anna in what to do. "Slaves are ubiquitous and a lot people hardly notice them. This means they can get to know more then most people think. There is apparently a slave named Chowilawu who is somewhat of a contested topic, or at least was by the time last word arrived from Anchor's end. I want you to find this man and find out what makes him so valuable and learn as much of it as you can. If he could tell what his supposed master or mistress, that is Ginny Copper or Eberk the Wise likes, dislikes or what drives them that would be very helpful. I am sure there are more slaves that could be helpful, but that is for you to find out. I trust you to make yourself an invaluable resource to me. After all, the more power and ability to act correct I get, the more things you will be able to do under my command. As soon as you are done overseeing that my belongings are all ferried over safely you should set to this task." He smiles at her, though his eyes are hard. He knows he has to trust her to get what he wants, he can't do everything himself, yet he dreads not knowing exactly how she works or thinks. What happens now will be the true test.

Xander decides to seek out Ginny Copper and Eberk the Wise before the meeting. One is the obvious power in town, the guy who plays by the book and does everything he is supposed to. A solid man to have at my back, you can count on him to do exactly as he thinks he is supposed to. The trick there is to make him think that getting me to lead is what iss right for the town. The other is much more volatile. Much higher potential for things going wrong but also much higher potential gain. Ginny Copper will want to improve her position as much as possible and will probably do anything necesarry to achive that. If she works for me, she might be able to find solutions that even I can't spot. Her drive will undoubtly be much greater then Ebrek. There is also much greater risk of her turning against me though. If she does, she could use the same intensity to bring me down. I just have to make sure that happens. Or... Xander shudders slightly in the bright daylight Deal with her. Let's hope it does not come to that. Now who to adress first? Ebrek will undoubtely be busy gathering the meeting. Maybe I can aproach him right before the meeting itself and then deal with Ginny first? With the decision made he looks over his shoulder at Anna taking care of the unloading of the ship before setting off into the city. Na'athar is right behind him. Carrying a backpack with some minor equipment, but leaving most of the stuff behind together with the supplies for settling the new land.

After walking out of hearing distance from the docks he looks at the crowd and picks out a man from the crowd, someone who looks like they are fairly well off, maybe a minor merchant, a craftsman or similar. He raises his voice and points towards the man. "You there, halt!" It certainly sounds like a command but after getting the man's attention for a couple seconds he adds "Please." In his official armor and the muscled devil behind him Xander would make an imposing sight to most people. "As you might have guessed, I am Xander Thrune." Most people probably have not heard about us comming here, it's not like word of us comming would travel here in front of us. He continues. "Who are you and what do you do here in the colony?" Xander's smile looks genuinely interested. It does not hurt to have the people here on my side. The young prince thinks to himself. "I would like you to lead me to the Copper residence, please."

On the way to the house Na'athar speaks up. "Tell me what is going on in this city. We have just arrived here. Who are running things in town and are there any recent news of significance we should be aware of?" His guttural voice might be frightening to people who have never heard it before, though he does not put any extra force into it. Xander just smiles and let the eidolon talk for him. Maye he will tell you different things then he would have told you? It does not hurt to try at least.

[Stormageddon]

Armiger Cid Donary stands inspecting Fort Dire. The fort was in miserable condition. Such a pity it looks like it would have been something to behold back when the fort held armed men.

The boat ride over was a quiet trip with that vile man. The few pleasantries the man had tried to speak to Cid had been met with silence and Cid strongly resisting an urge to throw the man off the boat and row the rest of the delegation ashore himself.

The Village was much as he expected; in need of a lot of work. But that was ok Cid did not mind a little hard work. Gone were the days of relaxing aboard the ship. Now was the time to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Steel rang on steel as Cid shifted his weight. He had worn his armor since leaving the ship to come ashore. He want to send the right message to the people of Anchor's End. He was very much looking forward to tonight's meeting. There would be negotiating. Cid intended to claim responsibility for defense of the colony. It was his by right. Very simple, Cid like simple things so few things were simple in life.

He would not live among the people. He would be asking a lot of these people; maybe every thing of these people. He could not grow attached. Attachments in war meant people died.

He strolls forward to open the gate. This will do. Pushing open the gates as he move and feeling satisfied as he heard them swing shut behind him.

The Steel Devil was home... for now.

[AmusingSN]

Xander and Anchor's End


Xander assembled all the important people in town, or at least as many as he could identify and convince to meet him on short notice. Xander had chosen a swift and decisive plan, to use his authority as a Thrune to make a noble claim on Anchor's End itself. These people have lived quite some time without a noble, and most of them have never known a noble's rule. Stories of the power of House Thrune have been tales carried by immigrants and merchants.

Thankfully, Xander Thrune had the foresight to bring contracts, writs of authority, and plenty of valuables for "donations" to the local power brokers. His time aboard the ship was well-spent, it seemed, as he moved swiftly, before any of the other of the expansionists could get settled.

The Council was planning to meet at the Civil Hall, and the word on the street, was that they were going to turn over all their authority to Xander Thrune, and suggest that others follow suit. Xander would still have to spend the month carrying out the traditional ceremonial tasks of a power change. He'd have to walk the border of the province with the oldest man or woman alive, and a child of 12 years of age, to formally survey the official extent of his power. He'd have to get all the landowners to personally view his writs of authority and to sign documents acceding him the various legal rights he would have as Lord, and of course he would have to throw a feast at Anchor's End to celebrate the new oaths and responsibilities of all parties involved.

Mere formalities, more than likely, for all concerned, his ascension as Lord of Anchor's End was all but a certainty.


Leanora and Anchor's End


Leanora was not nearly so prepared as Xander. She had many supplies to oversee, and was distracted by some personal business involving the Shrine to Aroden in town. The kind hearted noble woman was also distracted by the curious and friendly questions of so many of the villagers, questions that she made sure to make time to answer.

As she made preparations for the Civic Hall meeting, she already learned that the fate of Anchor's End had already all but been decided. Xander Thrune had all the necessary paperwork (and bribes) in place to assure his Ascension. He wanted no time, apparently. But he'd be very busy for a good deal of the rest of the month seeing to carrying out those plans, and carrying out his end of his promises. That would give her time to scheme and plan her response. There was more to Anchor's End than just its Lordship, no doubt. And more provinces beyond its borders, for sure. The rugged pioneer folk, as few as they were, valued their freedom and independence from the villagers.

Whatever she was planning, she knew that the others were active, and she'd have to make contingency plans, and back-ups to her contingency plans.


Aeolus and Anchor's End


It wasn't so much finding the people, as getting them to listen to the right things. They all had a good thing now, and no one was sure if they wanted to listen to Aeolus' deals. These people, despite the rumors of their free spirited lawlessness, certainly had an inertia of tradition about them. Whatever Aeolus planned, he was going to have to wheel and deal, not just with Czasin but with the all the parties involved.

Of course, the Civic Hall meeting, where Xander Thrune was (according to rumors) going to announce his Coronation as Lord of Anchor's End, would be a perfect place to start, and save time travelling. Also, rumor has it, that Leanora and Basil might be interested in having some hand in the shipping and delivery of goods, and rivaling that powerful noble and the foreign minion of the Hellknight without a bit of diplomacy to smooth the edges might be unwise.

Either way, he would be expected to dress up and attend. His absence, if he chose to be absent, would be conspicuous to say the least.


Cid and Anchor's End


Camping out in the ruins of Fort Dire was an interesting choice, and it did get quite a few people to talk about him and his plans. They suspected he was going to try to reactivate the Fort, but nobody knew for sure what he would do. The Volunteer Guard was still the only defense to the community, and nobody had the resources necessary to maintain the Fort. Would Cid be funding such things from his limited and finite coffers, or would he be shaking down the locals (aka taxing them) to assemble the funds and forces neccessary to reactive the Fort. Or maybe his presence at the Fort was a coincidence.

Either way, Cid would be expected to attend the meeting at the Civic Hall. In his finest. To pay honor to Xander Thrune, no doubt. Of course. Perhaps he'd reveal some of his plans then. At any rate, it seemed if he was going to have anything to do in Anchor's End, it might be wise to assure Xander Thrune's permission, or at least get a sense of his disinterest.


Everyone Else and Anchor's End


You really should be posting! Go to the Civic Hall Meeting! Schmooze! Give us a hint as to what you're planning to do when your domain action comes up!



The Civic Hall Meeting


Xander Thrune has spared no expense to impress the locals. A good portion of his goods, party favors, apparently, bribes and decorations, lavish symbols of nobility and power.

But Food and Drink, on the other hand, that's all local. There's some good, solid wine, not refined but tasty and filling; a light ale that is passable at best, and some delicious cider, some of the best you've ever had. Not to mention pies, several chickens, a pig roast, and some mystery meat based stews!

Any/all of the notable NPCs in the community are present, and now is your chance to ask one or two of them a question or make an offer. But things are moving quickly, and any information you need might be out of date moments later if you tarry too long.

And of course, to complicate things, you probably should congratulate Xander Thrune on his planned Ascension. It seems there's little that can stop him from claiming the noble seat of power here.

All Hail Lord Xander Thrune of Anchor's End!

[Toxic Mind]

Anna walked to the Civic Hall meeting. She had spent most of the afternoon of their arrival delivering Xander's possessions to his lodgings, and surveying the town. The town seemed rather less well defended than Anna would like, and she made a mental note to mention this deficiency to Xander after his meeting. The people of the town seemed hardy enough, and most treated her with some deference, more likely because they assumed her someone of import having arrived on the ship that day, and having seen her with Xander or heard about the arrival. That would change, Anna knew, but for now she enjoyed the anonymity of these people not knowing that she was a slave.

She arrived at the meeting to see Xander's empassioned speech. There was no doubt in Anna's mind that whatever the plans of others, Xander would rule Anchors End before the month was out. She took her place near the back, and scanned for the other slaves of the powerful people in the room. The council members would likely have servants or slaves, who would be far more likely to talk to another slave about the true state of this holding.

[Stormageddon]

Cid raise his glass and toasts Lord Thrune on his success at taking over the colony of Anchor's End. It was how it should be, and this made the knights heart glad.

He scans the crowd looking for warriors in the group. On seeing
Boran Strong-Axe he approaches the big man.

Greetings I'm Armiger Cid Donary. If you would please tell me about Anchor's End, and your roll in the colony?

[AmusingSN]

Anna at Civic Hall


Surprisingly enough, there weren't many servants and slaves. Not nearly as many as she imagined. Sure, there were a few, but most of them were temporary, indentured to repay debts with service, and different laws and rights were accorded such temporary statuses here at the Colonies. There were only a handful of people here that were full slaves -- a few halflings, friendly, helpful sorts -- some half-blooded Skraelings, the result of a scandalous relationship in the distant past.

Cid at Civic Hall


Boran was indeed a big man. A rugged pioneer. The kind of man who could survive for a lifetime without the comforts of civilization. He didn't seem to want to be here.

"Hail, well met, good friend. That's a mighty fine set of armor you have there! What's this I hear about Fort Dire?" He changed the subject, obviously. He wasn't smooth about it at all.

[CharlesMartel]

Having no luck finding Czasin anywhere outside of the meeting, he imagined he was already there... heading over, he spotted the man who he imagined to be the impromptu leader of the Mariner's Pact and stopped him. "Hello, my friend: do you happen to be the Czasin I have heard so much about during my travels to this colony?"

It was very brief, but Aeolus liked to think brevity was one of his stronger points.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

As she learned of Xander Thrune's speed when she went to the Civic Hall meeting, she had to admit being impressed. While she had known Xander Thrune would seek to rise to power here, and he had the backing of his family behind him, he had been fast en managed to create a buzz and arrange for other matters than her efficient management of goods.

Looking over the Hall, she looked at the expense he had taken, but her attention also went out to those we had gathered here. When she saw Xander Thrune again, Leanora heartily congratulated him with his plans and complimented him on his swift action.

She herself was not that swift, but more careful. During the meeting, she showed her social skill, holding pleasant conversations, mingling amongst the notables and both trying to leave a good first impression as well as asses those present. At the same time, she tried to learn a few scraps of knowledge of the surrounding provinces, or who would know more of them. In particular, her interest seemed to be going out to the Big Woods. But of even greater interest to her was to learn who were the builders of the colony and how active they were.

During the meeting she also made sure to offer a friendly greeting to those who she had met earlier, from the person overseeing the local warehouse, to the local priest and one of the dock managers. During her talks with those present, she was friendly, social, graceful and polite. She did have a drink or two, but drank slowly, ensuring she would have a keen mind as she stayed until late to talk with those around and get to know them, showing a genuine interest in the people and being a capable listener.

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus at Civic Hall


The locals were cautious in dealing with him. Czasin the Red, named thus because of his flashy red hair and his matching outfits in even brighter red, greeted Aeolus kindly, however.

"Greetings. I've heard you've been asking around about business. So kind to make your acquaintance. We're always welcome to have another interested party in the Pact, so long as you respect the rules."

Oh yes, he wasn't just going to be able to move in and take over, was he. No, these people had their own thing going. Of course, Aeolus had resources these people didn't. Contacts. Trade contracts. Raw materials.


Leanora at Civic Hall


While Xander was busy doing his business, Eberk the wise approached Leanora, gracing her with his elderly wisdom! He was old, on the edge of death, and comforted only by his great granddaughter who took it upon herself to devote her service to tending to his needs. The palsy was hard on Eberk, and his hands shook even as he stood still, and his voice vibrated with his constant tremors. His great granddaughter, however, helped him stand with dignity, and got him around well enough.

"I- I hear y-you visited the sh-shrine. B-b-bless you, my d-d-dear girl. Th-th-there are m-many of us th-that b-believe that Aroden w-w-will return s-soon, and th-that we sh-should remain d-d-devoted." He spoke without fear, such was the respect he commanded from the community. And what did a man as old as Eberk have to fear about death or imprisonment. His time on this world was short. He would be in the Inheritor's Arms soon enough. Of course, this sort of talk might not sit well with Leanora's peers.

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus supposed this would be the best he would get out of the man in such a public environment, but continued talking to Czasin in the hopes that they could become business partners. Someone with a spine could be helpful and it would be a shame to have to dispose of him. He responded to the man's comment: "Well, I would love to learn these rules and potentially help in the development of both the Mariner's Pact and the colony as a whole. Having been in business with certain elements overseas for over half a century, I like to think I am exceptionally capable of acquiring and distributing materials for any cause. I think a private conversation, immediately following this meeting, would be a fantastic way to possible set up a beneficial relationship between the Pact and I."

Diplomacy: 10(taken)+10=20

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

Curtsying towards Ebert the Wise, showing her respect to his wisdom and experience, Leanore looked at him. Seeing just how old he was, and yet, how he was here, standing with dignity as his own great granddaughter helped him, she admired his dedication to the community. And she admired his words.

She herself replied, but her voice was not loud, rather soft. Softer than it had been for sure and not a whisper, but certainly soft enough to draw less attention to her words. "Thank you for your blessing, Master Eberk. I have visited the shrine, and my compliments go out to those who take care of it. It is good to see Him honoured." Her eyes looked in Eberk's eyes and for a moment of weakness, only visible to Eberk and perhaps his granddaughter, from his perspective he might see something underneath her noble stature, underneath her manners and the way she carried herself. In her one of her eyes, a tiny tear, the smile that curled softly, blissfully, the way she looked at him with gratitude and the way she had said 'Him'. For a fleeting moment, he, with his experience and wisdom, might be able to see the faith she held. The faith of a true devotee.

She had come from Westcrown, where open dedication to Aroden was an ill fated choice. And here, she had witnessed it. It had warmed her heart, given her hope and strength. But then, the moment was over, the devotion quickly sealed deep within her, for her companions would not be so fond of it. She blinked and the tear was gone. Her usual smile returned and while her compassion still showed as ever, the bliss that had been difficult to see in the first place, was now well hidden again under a normal warm expression. "You honour me with your presence, Master Eberk, and for that I am grateful. Would you be so kind to introduce me to your companion as well?"

[Stormageddon]

[SIZE="3"][b]Cid at Civic Hall


Boran was indeed a big man. A rugged pioneer. The kind of man who could survive for a lifetime without the comforts of civilization. He didn't seem to want to be here.

"Hail, well met, good friend. That's a mighty fine set of armor you have there! What's this I hear about Fort Dire?" He changed the subject, obviously. He wasn't smooth about it at all.

A long uncomfortable pause happens before Cid replies.

My armor!? Fort Dire!? Was the man dim witted? Or just pretending to be? Cid examines the man closely. Clearly a man of lower class. Perhaps the man had been used poorly. This thought made Cid frown. In Cid's experience there were only two type of men: Those that need to be broken, and those already broken and needed to be fixed. Still Cid needed to know if he could work with the man.

Gently...

Yes, the armor is my father's as it was his father's before him, and his father's before him. I wear by right and by skill. Fort Dire is my temporary home. I like the name. Shame on the state it has fallen to.

Cid raises his voice and snaps at Boran.

Do the people of this colony not know how to answer a question?! Do they not know how to introduce one's self? Stand up Strait, and introduce yourself with pride, Boran! For your name has reached my ears. I have heard that you have been the leader of Anchor's End guard, and have been doing one hell of a job at it!

I am not here to talk about the weather with you! I want to know if you're a person I can work with! I can not work with people who will not look me in the eye!.... So can we try this again? This time with pride for your station.

[Fairfield]

As far as Basil was concerned, attending the coronation of Xander Thrune was one of his foremost priorities. A cynic might accuse the Taldan of being focused on schmoozing, plotting, and making alliances, but the reality of the situation was much simpler. Basil Kydones's main goal at this moment was not to make any enemies -- at least, not until he managed to somehow secure a power base in Anchor's End.

As things stood, Basil would need to find some way to put his talents to use. As far as generating profits and managing finances, Basil was accustomed to operating in settings more... civilized than what he was currently presented with. The tradeoff, however, was something he was entirely comfortable with -- civilization seemed to be a small price to pay in exchange for the chance to start anew in Arcadia.

Upon entering Civic Hall, Basil was immediately impressed by the scale of Xander Thrune's coronation ceremony. He paused, and spent several minutes examining the crowd. He noted the Tiefling, Aeolus, speaking with a distinctly red man who carried himself with an air of importance.

Well, thought Basil, some say fortune favors the bold, and I have not been bold recently. Securing a goblet of wine from a passing servant and drinking deeply, Basil made his way over to Aeolus and his acquaintance and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings. I hope I am not interrupting anything," he lied cheerfully. "My name is Basil Kydones. I was hoping that I might have the honor of meeting some of this colony's esteemed personages," he said, inclining his head toward the as-yet-unidentified man, "and the opportunity to seek the company of one of my traveling companions." Basil directed a smile at Aeolus upon his last remark.

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus and Basil at Civic Hall


Czasin the Red nodded briefly to Aeolus, "Alright there, fellow. Sure thing."

Then he turned his attention to the newly arrived Basil. "Ha ha! You sure talk funny don't you there, friend." Ironically, Czasin's colonial accent would definitely be entertaining to people back in Cheliax proper. And in fact, Taldan Taldane was largely considered the most proper dialect, and Basil spoke the most refined noble version of it! But these provincial folk didn't know any better. Things were different here in Arcadia. So very different.

"Ah, but where's my manners, forgive me, my blessed mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew I was being so disrespectful. I'm Czasin! Nice to meet ya, Basil." He offered his hand in friendship.

Interruption well played. It would appear that Aeolus has more to worry about than just stubborness on the part of the locals! Game on.



Leanora at Civic Hall


Eberk shook there for a few moments before he realized what she was asking. "Oh b-by Aroden's Light, I'm s-so s-sorry." He helped his grand daughter stand forward and the young lady did her best at a courtly curtsey.

"Hello my Lady. I am Tandra. At your service, if it pleases." She smiled warmly and sincerely. "I hope your journey was comfortable." Eberk was obviously a very good man to have such polite and kindly kinfolk, to be sure. A rare feature openly displayed in Cheliax these days. To have the most respected man in the colony be so "soft" would have to be a surprise to anyone.


Cid at Civic Hall


"Work with me!?" The big man laughed a bit. "Listen, your Knightly Lordship. We ride to the far reaches of the province. We watch for signs of trouble. Perversion. Out there, outside the village, some folks just can't take the quiet. Or the strain of always having the Scraelings watching. I don't know what you heard about the situation here. But just when you feel the most alone out there on the frontier of the Province, you aren't. They're watching you. I seen 'em. If the loneliness don't drive you mad, those wild eyes in the darkness will. This Man's volunteer guard -- you gotta ride like you were born in the saddle. You gotta be able to survive for days on patrol sometimes. And you gotta be willing to hunt a man down, a man that sometimes becomes something worse than a man. Madmen. Bandits. Whatever you want to call it. Sometimes civilization has a way of melting out of a person out there. So forgive me, your Knightly Lordship, if I wonder if your experience back where cities, towns, and villages cover the land really applies here where you only need to walk a mile to find a spot where no civilized person has every seen. Listen, I ain't judging you, sir. That's the thing. I don't know a thing about you other than you wear that big fancy armor and expect people to be impressed. You wanna find out if I'm the kind of guy you want to work with, then come with me and my boys after this shindig and have some hard pear cider with us up on Lookout Hill tonight. Tell us some stories. Listen to ours. Then we'll get down to judging each other."

[CharlesMartel]

Well, this was unpleasant. But still, rather easy to fix. "I apologize for interrupting what esteemed conversation the two of you might be having, but I just need to quickly ask Basil: how goes Armiger Cid's plan? The one to destroy Anchor's End from the ground up and rebuild it as an ideologically pure Hellknight crusader state. You know the one. You seemed particularly enthusiastic about it when you promised to be his source of information among the local people, and to report anything and everything directly to the man whose contingency plan is to raze the colony!" Aeolus smiled right back at Basil.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

When Eberk apologised, Leanora waved it away. There was no need for an apology. Looking at Eberk's great granddaughter Tandra, Leanora tried to estimate how old the girl was. She nodded towards her and answered her smile. To see such warmth coming from the young lady and to be welcomed by Eberk the Wise, while seeing such kind people, not only surprised her, but warmed her heart.

Hope kindled in her heart, hope for a bright future, and warmth settled in. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tandra. The journey was certainly comfortable aboard the Resolute, Captain Grachus sails a fine ship. Yet I will admit that I can definitely appreciate solid ground underneath me again. And it is good to see other people again, here in Anchor's End." Leanora looked happy, because to feel the earth beneath her feet again, instead of having a ground beneath you which moved, was a relief.

"You are certainly fortunate with such a kind great granddaughter, Master Eberk. It is good to see such family bonds." She nodded again towards Tandra, showing her approval to the help she offered to her great grandfather. "It has been enjoyable to walk through Anchor's End. To see the people, to visit the shrine and to get to see a town again. How has Anchor's End been in recent times?" Her own first impression was clearly good, but she was curious to what Eberk the Wise, or his great granddaughter, could tell her. She looked with interest and a warm smile.

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus and Basil at Civic Hall


Dun dun duhhhhhhnnnnn! (http://youtu.be/y8Kyi0WNg40)


Leanora at Civic Hall


"Family is very important to us here at Anchor's End, m'lady. At least among the respectable folks." Tandra interjected briefly, before casting a quick accusing glance toward Ginny Copper, who was at that moment circling around with the crowd that was congratulating Xander Thrune on his well-received arrival and planned announcement.

"Sh-ssh." Eberk shakingly corrected Tandra's cattiness with a grip on her opposite forearm. "If y-you d-don't have anything n-n-nice to s-say ...."

"Don't say anything at all. Sorry, sir."

He nodded back to her, then slowly managed to mostly level his unsteady gaze at Leanora. "S-since the d-disap-pearance," he doesn't say death, for in his mind, it has not been comfirmed, "of the P-patron Lord of Ch-cheliax, things have n-not been the s-same, m-my lady. We m-move on. B-but there has always b-been a s-sense of missing p-purpose. P-perhaps this n-new r-regime will b-bring the p-people the d-direction they n-need." It almost sounded like he was trying to persuade himself. His mind on that matter certainly hadn't been made yet.

[Stormageddon]

Good, good! Cid smiled beneath his helmet. This was a man Cid Donary could work with not a coward. Cid removed his helmet to reveal a smile.

Thank you, for telling me how it is for you. That's excalty what I needed to know. I can not abide people that do not tell it as it is. And I can ride better then most.

Cid at the mention of riding felt a pain of missing his horse back at West Crown. His long term compain. He felt most alive on horse back with the wind in his hair.

I would be honored to drink with you, and your men. We shall exchange war stories, and drink as warriors and equals.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

A smile appeared on Leanora's face as Eberk corrected Tandra. This was a much more pleasant sight compared to the last time she saw something similar. It had been at a visit at another Vira of a noble family, where a mother had corrected her daughter not by having her not speak up, but had offered advice on timing and whom to share slander with. She preferred Eberk's way.

When he spoke of the disappearance, her expression changed to one of empathy. "It's sad to hear." She let a moment of silence before she continued. "Only time well tell." Leanora then took a deeper breath. "You speak of purpose, Master Eberk. It is purpose that has brought myself here. But I do not know how the community will view the dream I have, and I hope you can give me some insight."

"It is my sincere hope to see the mark of civilization here expand, to bring growth to this colony. I am an Architect, and I intend to build up new settlements, see towns become cities, raise up wondrous buildings, to bring prosperity, safety and glory to the community. I dream of a land which will be marked by history and future as a beacon of culture, knowledge and innovation." It was not coincidental that the dreams she described matched with Aroden's portfolio and part of his domains. She spoke with passion, with dedication. She truly believed in her dreams, and had a youthly enthusiasm. But dreams would not be accomplished overnight, and she knew that.

"But I know such a dream depends on the people realising it. And I also realise that it will take time and effort, something I fully intend to give. I wish to share my dream, Master Eberk. But I wonder, will the people here see merit in it? And.." She looked Eberk in the eye. "..would you bless such a dream as well? Do you think the new generation.." And with that, she glanced at Tandra for a moment, after which she looked at the people around her for a moment before looking back at Eberk. "..could use such a direction?"

[Toxic Mind]

Anna enjoyed the party, wandering amongst the "elite" of Anchor's End. She noted Leanora talking with an ancient man, likely Eberk, one of the town council. But more importantly, she noted Aeolus and Basil, talking to another up-and-coming member of Anchor's End. And so she noted when suddenly the tension between the two rose measurably. She had not heard the conversation up to this point, but whatever had been said, neither man was pleased.

Anna quickly made her way over, attempting to diffuse the situation before it could cause further problems. She sashayed into the conversation and smiled disarmingly. My lords, surely this conversation could be had at another, less... public, place? Anna flashed her smile at Czasin. She knew her looks had floored men far more prepared than he. Surely you would not want to disturb Lord Thrune's celebration. I would hate for him to think that something... Untoward was happening. She smiled again, but this was far more a show of teeth than any expression of happiness.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam had arrived late to the meeting at the civic hall. He was particularly meticulous when it came to first impressions and he had groomed himself into a black haired lion fierce and sharp and all right angles, he had polished his Hellknight plate but had forgone his helmet, deciding to let his beauty help him as much as it was able.

Finishing a pipe bowl, he tapped it out on his boot and made his way into the hall, everyone was engaged in conversation and merriment. Seeing Leonara conversing with an old man and young woman, he approached, trying and failing to be anything less than forboding and enormous.

"Lady Justlicar, good evening." he said with a slight bow. "Who are your esteemed friends?" he asks with a glance at the man and young woman.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

"Good evening, Armiger Black." Leanora looked at the man and understood why he was late, for he had perfectly groomed himself, though she wondered why he had to be so towering. Or why he had decided to pay her a visit before congratulating Xander Thrune. Glancing around, she immediately understood why. Adam would need to bowl over the crowd around Xander to get to him. Although his presence might just be enough to clear the path.

"Allow me to introduce you to Master Eberk, also called Eberk the Wise, council member and a respected member of the community, and his great granddaughter, Miss Tandra. Master Eberk and Miss Tandra, let me introduce Armiger Adam Black, of the God Claw Hellknight Order."

[oyzar]

Xander was careful in his preparations for the meeting. Long hours on the ship had been spent writing contracts and writs. However when it came down to the meeting he was swift and decisive. He adressed every member of the council as they arrived telling them that they would gracefully be allowed to stay in their position to be able to prove their worth to the colony. A contract written to that purpose was presented to each of them. It also included the tiny detail that awknowledged Xander as the supreme ruler of Anchor's end. With fresh blood provided from Na'athar, Xander signed three copies of the contract before urging the other party to do the same with a grim smile. Of course gifts to mark the arrival of the generous scion of house Thrune was often presented along with the contract. The gifts were carefully thought out based on the information Xander had, which was not much for most of the members.

After all of the people have gathered Xandered drew their attention by ringing a bell. "Thank you all for comming here. I am Xander Thrune and I have newly arrived here in Anchor's End by ship from Cheliax. You have done a good job establishing the colony here so far, but I hope that we together can bring this place to new heights. I will gladly carry the burden of leading Anchor's End to be the best it can be." A serious smile is on the face of the young noble. "Of course the old council will still have a very important function. To build something new you have to know about where you are comming from. You know the land and the people here, while I bring the knowledge of how to rule from my noble house in Cheliax. " Xander nodds towards each of the old council-members in turn. "Tell me more about this domain, so I will know best where to start. I would like to speak with each of you in turn. One step at a time Anchor's End will be closer to how we want it do. You may have noted other new people here as well. They travelled with me from Cheliax. I hope to be able to take advantage each of their unique skillset to the furtherment of the colony. Get to know them as well and you might find out where they fit into the grand picture."

Suddenly Na'athar took a step forward raised both of it's clawed hands up and howled out "All hail Xander Thrune, rightful lord of Anchors End!" It's guttural voice being a stark contrast to Xander's velvet tones.

[Fairfield]

Czasin! Basil had heard of him -- he had substantial influence relating to the Mariner's Pact. The Taldan smiled at his good fortune, and reached out to clasp the red-clad gentleman's hand.

His moment of triumph was fleeting. The Tiefling's sudden and spiteful interruption put Basil into an unexpected conundrum. The character of Lord Donary was being directly and publicly challenged. Suddenly, this encounter -- which Basil had intended to use to sound out Aeolus's intentions, and ideally develop an ally of his own -- had ramifications far beyond Basil himself.

Basil itched to take another drink from his goblet of wine, but that would be an obvious method of stalling. He needed to respond, and decisively.

"What the Tiefling says is partially true," began Basil, hoping that he would be able to frame his liege in a more positive light. "I do serve Lord Armiger Cid Donary, and my role is to assist him in matters that Hellknights have limited proficiency with. Diplomacy. Finance. Economics interests such as the Mariner's Pact," Basil said, with a nod in the direction of Czasin.

Basil took a deep breath. "Make no mistake -- Lord Cid's foremost desire is to bring order to this colony. To improve it. He does not seek to destroy it. He is not a bloodthirsty monster, and to disparage him as such..." Basil paused to think of a sentiment which he could bring to bear against this highborn Tiefling without stepping beyond his station. Publicly calling him a fool would be disrespectful. Implying that he was a traitor would be a wild overreach, and would be the kind of theatrical allegation far more suited to a Hellknight than a Taldan accountant. "...calls into question your own character and motivations."

"All this aside," said Basil, fully aware that neither Czasin or Aeolus was likely to put this conversation aside, "it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Czasin. I regret that our introduction was so rudely interrupted, and I hope to have a chance to make it up to you." Perhaps Basil would buy Czasin a gift -- wine, perhaps, or something else the man had a fondness for, though options at Anchor's End would be limited.

He wondered, though, if this was wise. Was Basil motivated by the prospect of profit, of building a power base to ensure his own safety? Or was he going out of his way to spite the damn Tiefling?

[CharlesMartel]

He had Basil backed into a corner, no doubt: no lies to fall back on and no elaborate deception to be made on such short notice. There was no need to reveal anything else for now. To Czasin: "As you can see, my information gathering abilities come in handy when people try to deceptively influence you."

Then to Basil: "I think everyone involved here would prefer for the information I just spoke about to be kept private. As soon as you tell Cid a firestorm will be cast upon his reputation by the common people... neither one of us want that. I just want you to stay out of my economic dealings. I also don't appreciate the disrespect towards me, however veiled it may have been." He hoped the man would be able to keep this under wraps: for his sake.

[Toxic Mind]

Xander's speech may have happened before this argument, but now they wee drawing glances from a few of the other partygoers.

Anna's smile was vicious. She did not like being ignored, and that these fools thought they could have this conversation around her raised her ire. Gentleman she said in a hard voice. I asked politely before, and you chose not to head that warning. You will leave. Now. You are disturbing Lord Thrune's party with your squabble, and more importantly, you are disturbing the other Gentleman here. she said, motioning to Czasin. She turned to Czasin I know you had no part in this debacle, sir, and I know lord Thrune would like to speak with you. Please enjoy the rest of the party. Anna shot a scathing look at Aeolus and Basil, and in the same turn flashed a charming smile at Czasin. Head of the Mariner's Pact or not Czasin was still a man.

[AmusingSN]

Everyone in Anchor's End


As Xander had finally finished his official business (but there was much unofficial business at the gathering to follow), the crowd broke up in cheers and revelry. Many of the folks here were happy to finally have a direction, though there were just as many who were hesitant and concerned, questioning the motives of these new powerful people who have arrived with the (assumed) authority of the state to guide the colony to its future.

With all the noise and activity, the ongoing intrigue was put on pause, left unfinished and with the reaction of some involved parties uncertain and indeterminable.

There were drinks, toasts, and honors to pay, and expectations to maintain customs were important to the Chellish people.

In the days following, word comes that Cid has been making arrangements to formalize the Volunteer Guard and take his place as its head. There is some difficulty, however, in that they are an informal group with no real base of operations. Also, the situation is complicated by Xander's rise to power as lord of the Anchor's End province.

It would seem that many of the guardsmen, who aren't necessarily opposed to following Cid, want to make sure if they do form an organization that might end up displeasing the new Lord, that everything had to be in perfect order.

And that's where it started to fall apart. Cid did his best to answer everyone's questions, and assure them that his status as a Hellknight gave him the authority to speak for the House Thrune, and that as such, he was allowed to control and guide paramilitary forces beyond the authority of a land holding noble.

Consulting Eberk and other people with the knowledge of the traditions and legal requirements of such an operation, a long list of expenses. The main expense of which was the fact that Cid apparently forgot to bring a copy of his heraldric standard, proving his noble status as a Hellknight!

Cid was left with two choices. To hire local talents to create a new standard and hope that satisfied the necessary legal requirements when it was done, or send for a copy from back in Cheliax. Both would require a great deal of time and expense, in addition to the other expenses of formalizing the guard and his relationship to it.

So it would seem that Cid would be busy for this for quite some time, and word was that it may be that Cid could fall short of satisfying the requirements of running an independent Guard outside the control of the realm's Lord.

Now you have an opportunity to play in response to these latest develops as we time jump ahead a few days in our story.

Xander's plans seem to all be falling into place, but he has to dot all the I's and cross all the T's still.

Cid has hit a few obstacles that makes the fate of his plans, at least for now, still hanging in the balance. He has a lot of work ahead of him yet.

I have no doubt that you'll be sitting there reading this and have no idea what I expect you to do or roleplay. I have no expectations. Relax, write a post that you think is cool. Try to talk to NPCs (and maybe get ignored by me, maybe get a cool little interaction, you never know with me sometimes!). Just have fun! Things are advancing, the plot progresses, intrigues unfold. Basil and Aeolus had a little spat at Xander's party, there's intrigue involved there. Cid's desire to rule the Volunteer Guard is public knowledge in Anchor's End, you could do something related to that. You could give us a preview on what sort of activities your characters are up during this time. Just make a post involving an inner monologue. Have fun, is what I'm saying!

[CharlesMartel]

After the end of the civil hall meeting, Aeolus immediately wrote a short note to Basil; he felt that despite what he had exposed, they could still work together. In the long run, nobody would benefit from infighting like this and he hoped they could make amends. He figured getting rid of enmity between individuals would be the best way to further not only his own means, but to get everyone what they wanted out of this colony.

Whether he would be able to reconcile with words or would have to poison the man's tea would remain to be seen.

After delivery of this short note, Aeolus found himself in the offices of a Czasin the Red, who no doubt had questions regarding the information he had quickly presented at the Civil Hall meeting. Aeolus still had his dagger palmed, but felt as if Czasin was trustworthy, and indeed could be a helpful ally in managing the Mariner's Pact, which was currently completely disorganized and had no central authority. It was a complete mess, and if Basil would not help, he could at least enlist this man, or determine what his motives were.

"I am glad we could meet in a more informal setting so soon, Czasin. Despite whatever damage control Basil ran after my statement, my words were still very true. Neither Basil nor Cid are necessarily bad people, but their interests do not run in line with that of a merchant. For some unknown reason, Basil serves Cid, and I recall Basil saying that he would report anything and everything he learned to the Hellknight; and from where I come from, martial law usually does not help propagate healthy trade. I personally came to this colony to make money and that is exactly what I intend to do: the Pact is the easiest way to begin my merchant business here... Please let me know if you have any questions about my motives, the motives of others here, or really anything. I intend to help you with organising the Pact, and I hope you can allow me to do so with your blessings..."

Rolls:
Sense Motive on Czasin: [roll0]
Diplomacy on Czasin to improve disposition [roll1]

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

An hour after Xander's speech, Leanora found herself at a completely different place than before. Eberk the Wise was sitting at the table with his great granddaughter Tandra and Adam Black was conversing with others. She herself had been swept up as well, talking with people, toasting, meeting people and taking a bite in between.

She learned a lot and met many people, leaving behind a friendly impression. Filing away a few notable pieces of information for later as she made the rounds, she found it more important to meet the people. Later in the evening she steered the subject towards rest. A place to sleep and stay. It was good to know more about the local inn, and who knows, perhaps the innkeeper is present here as well. She suspected there to be only one inn, considering Anchor's End small size, but it was good to find out whether there were other options for sleep as well.

[Stormageddon]

Back in Fort Dire, Armiger Cid Donarny "Protector of the Realm"/"The Steel DeviL"/"Hellknight Extraordinaire", does tedious paper work well into the night by candlelight. Paper work that had been building since he had tried to declare himself ruler of the guard, and realizing that he had forgotten his heraldric standard. For a colony as far as it gets from the Chelaxian border these people were huge believers in unnecessary paperwork and bureaucracy! He smile a bit at this thought as proof at least to a degree that these people still held Chelaxian traditions in high regard.

However, not all was lost. His cabin had become a great deal more comfortable as he used the usual left over paper work to patch the holes in the ceiling of the cabin, and covered up some of the more rotten areas of the floor.

Cid longed for for battle and adventure. All of of a sudden the quiet that Boran claimed out in the country side seemed very appealing. Maybe he could go borrow a horse from the guard. Maybe he could talk a few of his cohorts into coming with him. Lord Thrune had said that Anna would be available. But for now paperwork demanded his attention.

Cid decided that the best course of action would be to write to Lord Father and have his heraldric standard sent. This would take a couple of months for it to reach him here in Anchor's End, and that would leave him with nothing to do for the time being.

Writing,

Dear Lord Father, I seem to have misplaced...

[oyzar]

Xander felt like he had to talk to all the important people in the colony. Not only would it be appropriate, but he could also stand to learn a great deal from it. Eberk the Wise probably know a lot about what have happened in the colony and maybe even a bit of what is currently happening, as good place to start as any. After long hours of tiering cermony Xander would finally corner the old man. "I hope the cermony have not been too tiresome for you Eberk the wise?" Xander says with the smallest of nods towards the old man. "You seem like you have a good grasp of what is going on in the colony, can you tell me what that is and exactly how you have been managing it all before I came here? Even if there was no formal leadership I assume a lot of things had to be handled nontheless."

Taking 10 for 24

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam has a long conversation with Tandra and Eberk, discussing his plans for including at least Asmodeus into the town's shrine, and perhaps consigning some people into the active clergy. This town needed some religous ferver.

[Fairfield]

Aeolus and Basil's confrontation at the coronation ceremony had left a foul taste in the Taldan's mouth. His primary intentions had been to demonstrate his support of Xander Thrune and perhaps secure alliances among the other residents of Anchor's End. Neither had come to fruition. Basil had several ideas about how to pursue the latter goal which he would shortly put into motion, but his first priority was to express his regret to Lord Thrune. The day after the coronation ceremony, Basil penned a letter:

My Lord Xander Thrune,

I am writing in order to express my sincerest congratulations regarding your coronation as ruler of Anchor's End. I have heard from many mouths how your wisdom and leadership will benefit the colony, and I look forward to seeing your plans for the future unfold in the coming months.

Additionally, I wish to apologize for the unsightly confrontation in which I was embroiled during your coronation ceremony. The fault was mine entirely, and your slave had the foresight to end the unpleasantness before it interrupted your ceremony. In addition to my apologies, I wish to send my assurances that this will not happen again.

Your humble subject,

Basil Kydones

[AmusingSN]

Aeolus and Czasin


"Let me tell you, my friend. I don't want to get in the middle of some sort of trade war. I want to continue making coin for the livelihood of my family and those who have come to rely upon it. Its as simple as that, my friend. If you wish to do trade here as well, you're welcome to join us. But it would be unwise of me to turn this Taldan away. You see that, yes? He has many powerful friends, you yourself have said. Powerful friends just looking for an excuse to destroy everything and rebuild. No, for now, we are open to everyone and all interests. Now tell me, friend, what business would you like to conduct today?"

No Sense Motive Related Hunch for You


Leanora and Inn Space


There's one sleep over inn that, unfortunately, also doubles as "gentleman's entertainment." But many of the more respectable locals will also put up women and children in more comfortable and respectable environs, in their own homes.

Interestingly enough, in acquiring about inn space, Leanora learned that Liana was spending a great deal of time at the "inn", and that as a result, the inn had become a very popular place for the homesteaders and ranchers visiting town the last few days.

Dun dun duhhhhhhnnnn!


Xander and Eberk


"Th-the Ch-chelaxian interest in th-the colony is c-c-onfusing to m-many of us. W-we are used t-to doing th-things a certain w-way, but it w-would seem th-that that w-way is going t-to change. G-greatly. Th-there is m-much concern about y-your d-devil worship. T-to many of th-the older colonists, w-we s-still follow the old w-ways in th-the hopes that Aroden w-will return. C-call us d-d-doddering old f-f-fools, clinging to f-f-false hope, s-surely, but l-let me just ask f-f-for the f-f-favor of the aged in the m-matter of s-senile s-sentiment. I h-have also h-heard d-disturbing reports of b-book burnings and d-directed taxation not f-for public w-welfare, but f-for p-punitive measures. I d-do trust that such d-diabolical m-methods are n-not on the t-table for y-your f-future rule, Lord Th-thrune?"


Basil and his Letter


Well delivered! The boy who carried it didn't even make copies to distribute to your political rivals!


Adam's Rise to Power


Adam discovered he would find no help from Eberk or Tandra over the addition of Asmodeus to the Colonial Shrine! They are both horrified, but respectful, and plead with him subtly to spare the shrine. Of course, that didn't stop the dread Hellknight. Pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears when the cause is a righteous one!

There is little opposition to his authority over the Shrine, at least publically. But while he quickly takes over the property, it is the hearts of the people for which he must truly fight. Fortunately, many of his resources that he brought were books and printed pamphlets describing the Chelaxian Church of Asmodeus (with notes about the other Lawful deities worshipped there, under Asmodeus' wise and generous purview). He hired boys and girls to deliver these to people throughout the province, and he himself had to make tours to personally visit and speak of the new religion he was bringing to the region.

It would seem that with the rise of House Thrune in Anchor's End, many of the folks were already resigned to the change of religion, and while they may have been a bit reluctant to give up their quaint and quiet worship to a dead god, they were just as reluctant to cling to it in the face of a New Order.

The question is, would Adam grant Aroden a spot in the temple, or would the dead god be swept away into the pages of history, as he was in Cheliax. Certainly allowing the worship of a dead god in the colony would be a matter of disapproving interest to his Order, as their official stance is that Aroden's holy portfolio has been inherited by the Chelish Hero-Goddess, Iomedea

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus had to restrain a frown- Czasin was being remarkably short-sighted. But Aeolus was confident in his ability to convince the man yet. "I am particularly interested in developing the same sort of trade interests that I once had as a merchant in far-away Westcrown: I used to import goods in high demand from distant places and sell them at a marked up price. This would probably be my final goal within the colony, as current lack of infrastructure and distance from the Inner Sea make this difficult. My short-term goal would be to harness the natural resources- probably timber especially- to use for both the benefit of the colony and personal profit."
He should probably make another stab at the Hellknight and his right hand man too... "And, personally, I would not place too much stock in Cid and Basil: when I was coming here, they seemed distant at best to the rest of the crew, and Cid has had trouble securing the volunteer guard within Anchor's End. I think their previous actions show they cannot be trusted with the economics of this colony, however, and as such I implore you to avoid working with them. One cannot know how many pernicious secrets they hide from us."

That should do it.

Roll to sense motive, again: [roll0]
Roll to improve relationship, again: [roll1]

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

The mists of sleep were drifting away as Leanora slowly woke up and with her stirred something else. The flapping of wings, followed by the tiny tapping of bird feet over her head. "Good morning, sunshine! Time to rise, yay! A new day!" Just what the doctor ordered: A happy familiar ready to seize the day. Leanora smiled as she opened her eyes. She could feel Cinda's happiness and energy and actually saw it as well when Cinda flew on the pillow next to her head, in front of her face and happily chirped a morning song. "Good morning to you too, Cinda." She surpressed a yawn and moved her hand to gently pet the enthusiastic bird.

Leanora then focused and moved from her lying position to one sitting at the edge of the bed. Cinda eagerly flew around her, chirping. Already, Leanora felt the sleep wash away from her, not just inspired by Cinda, but because she had always had little trouble getting up. Each day, there was always so much to do, new things to learn and new plans to realise. And here, in Anchor's End, there was plenty of opportunity. Getting out of bed, Leanora got dressed, slipping in her red dress with yellow-golden embroidery, putting on her jewelry and letting Cinda work on her hair. As always, Leanora looked clean and tidy in her outfit, as if dirt and wear had no effect on her and her clothes.

Moving to the window, she opened the hatches and welcomed the early morning. She saw one of the young women of Enchor's End walk through the street and she said: "Good morning, Miss Natalie!" As Leanora waved, Cinda flew out the window and flew a few circles around Natalie as well. "Goooood moooorning!" Natalie, carrying a bucket of water, laughed at Cinda's antics and waved towards Leanora with one hand. "Good morn to you too, Milady!" With a happy smile, Leanora looked at Natalie. It filled her heart with warmth to see such simple joy in life, which had been so strongly surpressed in Westcrown.

Much had been surpressed in Westcrown, and the journey here had the marks of Cheliax on it. The shanty song of the halfling slaves, though there were points of light there as well. The cook was a pleasant soul and Master Darthana had been of great interest to Leanora. She had fond memories of some of the discussions they had and the tales Darthana had told. It was a shame that she had to act as The Resolute's Navigator on the way back as well.

Here, in Anchor's End, she saw the warmth she knew from her own family. Leanora moved from the window and through the door, where she was met with the hot smell of breakfast. "That smells lovely, Missus Vera." The compliment made Vera smile, who was a capable woman and mother of Tandra, married to Eberk's grandson. "My pleasure, Ma'am." Vera then turned to Tandra. "Breakfast is ready. Tandra, go get the old man." Tandra looked up and upon seeing Leanora Justilarc did a quick curtsy. "Good morning, My lady." Swiftly followed by: "Yes, mom!" And off so was, to help Eberk. "Yummy!" Cinda said. Vera looked at the bird flitting above her breakfast. "Eh, shoo, you. Go and make yourself useful and get the others." "Yes! I'll go get the others!" And off Cinda was, to get the other family members of the household, shouting: "Breakfast tiime!"

A while later, Leanora was walking out the door with a filled stomach. "Thanks again, Missus Vera!" "Was yummy!" Smiling at both a pleasant start of her day as well as Cinda's remark, Leanora felt in a great mood. The sun was shining, it was a bright new morning and she had slept well. She was happy that she could sleep at Eberk's family, for she had no intention what so ever of sleeping in the Inn. Her morning walk brought her to Aroden's Shrine, where she spent over an hour, not just to honour him, but also find peace just outside to study her spellbook. In the end, she wound up talking to several of the locals.

Which was something she would do a lot over the days to come. She could be found in the shops of the Pact's merchants, on the docks of the harbour, in the shrine praying with others, the ranch where the Volunteer Guard had their horses, their training locations, the streets of Anchor's End, the workplaces of the builders and workers, as well as the Civic Hall, each time talking with people. And as she moved through Anchor's End, she left behind conversations about the frontier, herself seeking information about Big Woods, as well as those who know about and are interested about it. To those who do know about it or are interested, she inquires about their knowledge or their willingness to explore and work there. And to any who asks, she tells of her dream: to build wonders, to bring civilization across the land. And to those who share that dream, she asks cooperation.

It dimmed her mood when she eventually heard that Adam Black had intentions to introduce Asmodeus there. It affected her talks. No longer was she just looking for those who could help her in the woods, but also those who favoured Aroden over Asmodeus. She tried to be subtle about it, but her regular visits to Aroden's Shrine did little to hide her affiliation. When she had first arrived, she had thought about keeping this affiliation under wraps completely, fearing the reaction of her companions, considering Aroden's status back home. But Eberk's example had inspired her.

[oyzar]

I worship what works. Asmodeus is powerful. Aroden has been killed. I am not going to give you false hopes. Still, burning of books seems like a huge waste. There is always something to learn from a scripture or tale. Still some sacrifices have to be made to keep people on the right path. I hope it won't come to something like that. You can keep your faith old man, I won't call you a fool for it. As for Chelaxia being interested in this colony, why is that surprising? This colony was settled by chelaxians. Certainly you don't think of yourself as anything different? I hope you don't stay here to get out of our rightful influence. Are there any people in the colony like this?

Further, I intend for this colony to prosper, taxation will just be a step in getting there. Why would I put up taxes to put us back? Those who do wrong will get the punishment they deserve. We all have laws to follow. Have there been any members of this colony who have had trouble following the laws put down?

I see how dear you hold your family. I am not without the same feelings. My little sister was kidnapped. A truly atrocious act by those who would oppose the crown. There have been reports of them hiding out on this side of the ocean. Maybe you know more?"

[Stormageddon]

Cid takes a break from the paperwork (rather patching up holes in the ceiling; which Cid does a lot instead of filling out forms). Strapping on his armor he sets out to find Boran at the volunteer guard heaquarters.

Hello Sir Boran, I've been unseccessful at taking charge of the guard here in Anchor's End, but that does not mean the need to bring bring seccurity to the people of Anchor's End has ended. I intend to start a province decated to the seccurity of the realm, but would like your advise on where the locations should be to provide the best seccurity for the realm.

Cid unrolls the map.

Where are you having the most problems at is where I wish to locate my base of operations.

[Toxic Mind]

After the coronation, Anna reported back to Xander. She knew that Basil and Aelous had some sort of falling out and that Czasin was involved. She reported her actions regarding the fight to Xander, and then went on her way, exploring the town and talking to its citizens.

When she heard the misfortune that had befallen Cid, she made sure to visit him personally and express her condolences. Heraldry or not, Anna thought the man more than capable to lead the guard of Anchor's End. But in Chellaxian society, the paperwork often overrode the actual merit of any possible seeker of power or prestige.

Hearing of Liana's unique choice of residence and companions surprised her less than most. She was interested to see what Liana would do with such influence, however.

Anna cared little for the concerns of religion, the gods had never done her any favors. However, Adam's fervor to stamp out the colonist's religion left a sour taste in her mouth. She knew that if not handled correctly, Adam's fervor could sour the colonists towards not only the Hellknight, but the rest of the people that travelled with him on the Resolute. The emotions of commoners were easily manipulated and turned against those that once held their favor. She spoke at great length with Leanora about what had befallen the temple. She sympathized with the woman's sadness, but knew that there was little she could do to solve such an issue.

Anna left that afternoon for the Hinterlands. She informed Xander that she would return posthaste, but the Ruler of Anchor's End had been far too distracted to really utilize her skills, and so she knew she would not be missed. A journey would help her clear her head, she thought, and may haps uncover something of use to Xander, or herself.

[Xunthrae]

When Liana arrived at Xander's party, she wanted to play it more low key. She wore one of her dresses she brought, it wasn't too fancy, but was high enough quality to not stand out as being low quality. She watched the others from the boat from inside the throngs of people. It was nice for once to be able to sit and watch people and not be the center of attention. She was only a celebrity in her home town. No one here knew her, and that was good for her plans. The pairs squabble was an opportunity she could exploit later. She filed it away for future use.

Over the course of the next month Liana began spending time at the local brothel. Speaking with the madam, and the girls. She became well known there, not for her patronage, but her companionship to the girls and her friendship with the owner. After a few weeks Liana purchased the establishment and it was closed for several days. When it reopened the inside was changed. The men and women workers walk about scantily clad smiling at guests while others lounge with clients while they talk about all sorts of things with other clients. the upstairs are for the more physical aspects of what the clients want, and they are given the privacy they want there.

Liana oversaw the creation of this change from the more seedy establishment it was before to the more quality one it is now.

[AmusingSN]

General Update


There were mixed feelings at Eberk's residence, where she was staying. Most of the family lamented the "final nail" in the coffin of Aroden's legacy, and feared the change that worshipping Asmodeus (and the other gods that Asmodeus reluctantly allowed to be worshipped) in the colony would cause a major shift among people.

But there some in the extended family who believed that it was about time that Anchor's End caught up with the rest of Cheliax. Since Aroden's passing, people had become complacent, no longer having the drive to achieve, to build, to perfect, that they once had. Perhaps the new ways would be the kick that folks would need to get out there and make the world a better place.

Xander spent some time feeling out the local citizens, and discovered that their concerns were "Lower Taxes, More Stability, and More Security." As for getting them to sell out their neighbors, he had a bit more difficulty finding candidates, but a couple of troublemakers did turn up in his initial investigations. Nothing major enough to take personal action, but he did have a rough idea who to keep his eye on. In regards to finding what might have happened to his sister, it might require more effort than casual questioning to get very far, but with a clue as to who the local troublemakers might be, he might have people to watch and inquire about further.

Boran indicated the province of Fairview for Cid on the map. "Here's your spot. Close to the Hills and the Forest. Any trouble coming from that direction is going to come lumbering through Fairview."

Anna's trip to the hinterlands was . . . successful. She returned to Anchor's End, beaten up, tired, and perhaps with a bit of post-trauma stress to work out with some extended rest. Her hired companions handled selling her loot, which, if rumors are to believed, were some savage halfling-sized arms and armor. At any rate, there's surely a tale to be heard from her.

Word eventually reached everyone that the Mariner's Pact was considering merging with Aeolus and his ample mercantile interests. The informal office run by Czasin seemed to be undergoing expansion, new weights and measures were being worked up to make sure everyone followed Chelaxian standards to facilitate easier trade, and of course, Aeolus brought decades of experience and overseas contacts to the table, making it far easier for him to leverage his position into dominance. While there was a great deal of PAPER WORK to be done, and details of agreements to hammer out, it did seem to everyone involved that the merger would be approved by the majority members and Aeolus would have control of the only organized mercantile outfit in Anchor's End.

Except the Brothel. It has re-opened under new management. Featuring a more refined and upscale entertainment (but still catering to anyone who can pay the very reasonable cover charges), the Inn (until a better name is determined by its new owner) appears to be looking inward to develop economic opportunities, and Liana seems to be at the head of that movement. At any rate, it seemed like it might be worth a visit to congratulate Liana of her new acquisition, yes?

[Stormageddon]

An interesting spot one that Cid had not considered before Boran pointed it out to him.

Fairview is where I will setup. Boran, I could use a man of your experience with the surrounding unsettled lands. Would you consider coming with me? It would be an opprotunity for you to better yourself and your families situation. What do you say?

Cid spends a great deal of time going around talking to people in the last part of the month when the PAPER WORK allows. He talks to them about the dangers that could come to Anchor's End, and how we must be ready to face such threats that could endanger the colony and their families. He also speaks of a place where one could better themselves and of opprotunities in a new province.

The hellknight then goes and knocks on the door of certain Tiefling.

Hello Aeolus, Congrates on your victory in aquiring the Pack. I believe you've been wanting to speak to me on certain subjects?

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus was pleasantly surprised at the relative ease in which he adopted a leadership position within the Mariner's Pact. Czasin was more than willing to concede the power and wealth within the organisation unto him, which was really quite pleasant of the man- perhaps a promotion was in order...

Aeolus decided that he would live rather frugally for now- he had converted part of a warehouse into an office and living space, and it was here by the sea that he lived and worked, at least for the time being. It was still a bit of a mess; he was still moving all of his paperwork into the cabinets and drawers of his new office and some was not yet filed into order. However, the office worked more than well enough for his purposes, and he was quite happy with it, as he could not only watch the harbor from his window but see the trade that he would now profit from.

He was writing a letter until he heard a knock on the door, and the steely voice of Armiger Cid Donary outside. He quickly put the letter into his desk and said, "Ah, Cid! Do come in. The door's unlocked!" He felt a bit bad for the man he nearly slandered in his attempts to get the Pact, but even though he was in control of the merchants of Anchor's End, he still hoped that Basil hadn't said anything to Cid as he had requested. Aeolus was not the type to renege on a threat. But if Cid didn't know, then he could potentially make a fantastic ally and it was with this hope that Aeolus invited the man inside.

[Stormageddon]

Cid enters into the warehouse dwelling.

I understand you had some concerns. I was told that their was some argument between you and Basil the night of Lord Thrune's coronation. When I confronted Basil about the subject. He told me that he wanted you as an ally in his ventures, but that it was impossible because you were concerned about his relationship to my person, and decisions that I might make as a ruler. Which was strange to me since I neither rule here or had any real interest in making your business difficult.

I thought I might come here and smooth things over by addressing concerns you have. The ways of the Taldarian are strange to me, but he has served my family well. He could be a valued ally.

[Fairfield]

A night drinking among the townspeople was not Basil's idea of a good time. This had little to do with his background as a Taldan or his noble upbringing; rather, Basil did not like the idea of leaving himself open to attack. Nevertheless, he managed to clamp down on his paranoia (with the small exception, of course, of a dagger stowed away in the sleeve of his clothing) and set out to get to know the townspeople.

His goal tonight was to find able-bodied men and women seeking employment. Anybody who lacked a job, was discontent with their current situation, or was willing to be directed in the pursuit of profit.

Despite himself, Basil found himself enjoying mingling among the people of Anchor's End. He restrained himself from drinking too much, though -- after all, he had a letter to send in the morning.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): [roll0]

[CharlesMartel]

Well, this was interesting. He wasn't really being 'called out', but Basil had still told Cid something, and that was a strike in his book. Nevertheless, Cid was here, and wasn't really yet aware of the information Aeolus had. He could reveal some information, but perhaps not the extent of what he knew- that would be kept secret.

"The issue was that of the Mariner's Pact, which you can see I now control. I leveraged complaints against you as a tool to bargain with Czasin, who had briefly shown interest in working with Basil. As things are in business, I moved to protect my own interests in the Pact."

Aeolus hoped he could disarm any anger Cid might have over the topic through this. Now, onto business.

"That being said, I hold no ill will towards you or Basil. In fact, I feel like our interests branch in almost totally different directions: you are interested in the defense and development of the colony by land, while I am far more interested in the riches of the sea and naval power. If I come across anything regarding development of military, whether it be tactics, technology, or exploration, I can let you know, so long as you do the same for me in regards to naval acquisitions. Specifically, I have heard you have some interest in developing outside of the current colonial borders; one would need to explore quite extensively to do that, and my cartographers and I could potentially be quite helpful. I would be especially interested in acquiring blueprints for a ship similar to the Resolute for future production. In regards to Basil, he is undoubtedly a useful individual, but I would recommend against letting him make power plays for the same interests as me: I have a way of defending my business interests that he may not necessarily like. I think the two of us can help the other if we put our heads together and think about what is best not only for the colony but what furthers our own interest."

[Stormageddon]

Cid had not known what to expect from his first conversation with this man, but it certainly wasn't blunt honesty, threats against Basil, and arrogance in the face of a hellknight. Not many would dare; fewer survived such follies. "Leveraged complaints" was a jump from concerns.

Basil seemed to think working with you was a good idea. Like I said the ways of the Taldarian are strange. If you have the best interest of the colony at heart then we can work together or apart as the case maybe. You have a deal. I will share what naval information with you that comes my way. There is more then enough opportunities here in the colony for you and Basil as to not step on each others toes. Now If we are done here.

Cid gets up and heads for the door. Cid pauses briefly.

And Aeolus... If anything unseemly were to happen to Basil... I will end you.

I have ways of killing people that you may not necessarily like.

With that Cid exits the room.

[CharlesMartel]

Well, if he was going to be aggressive, at least Cid was pointedly obvious about it. He had no reason to antagonize the man but at least Aeolus could safely he say he wasn't lying about the man's imperiousness. The whole warning system was really quite nice too- he was used to people just trying to kill him without telling him about it beforehand.

He hoped that they could just benefit from each other and this brief incident would be largely forgotten by the Hellknight. He prepared for something else entirely, scrapping his first letter and writing a new one. Oh, and he had a brothel to visit...

[Toxic Mind]

After some rest and relaxation, and a little much needed bandaging, Anna thought herself presentable enough. By the frontier standards, she likely shown, but in Chelliax she would have been turned away as a beggar. Nevertheless, it was time to visit the Inn. Anna had heard of the bard's success and decided to make her way to Liana's new domain and congratulate her. She walked briskly to the Inn, smiling and waving at the children in the streets, and made eye contact. Whatever the people may have thought of her destination, she cared very little. Her purpose was her own.

She walked the the door and was floored. She had heard that the Inn was a place of fairly ill-repute, but clearly that was a lie. The Inn, whatever it was before, was certainly a fine establishment now. Anna quickly sought out its patron. "Liana Anna said smiling I hear congratulations are in order on your recent... success Anna motions around her to the opulent settings and rather occupied clientele. I know we had little opportunity to talk on the ride over, but I did hear you play. It was most interesting, and quite impressive. I believe we could be quite good friends. I have the ear of Lord Thrune, insofar as any do, and that influence could be helpful to a person of your sphere of influence. she gestures once again around her. But let's not play games.


You and I both know the value of using the tools we have available to get information we want. While those tools are not one that I employ much anymore, I have used them in the past. You and I both know the value of information. To those around us, power is all that matters, but to people like us, information is a far more potent currency. Together, we could form a more connected web than either could do alone. Anna gestures to herself. I'm sure you're no more ignorant of the looks I'm getting than I am. We might even be able to work out an arrangement to that accord. The choice, as always, is yours.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Justilarc

In one day, Leanora had made several visits. She had visited Lord Xander Thrune, congratulating him on what seemed to be a certain rulership of Anchor's End. She also informed him that she would be busy with business soon, and thus unavailable for some time. During her visit, she had also wished Anna luck in her endeavours.

At Fort Dire, she had sought out Armiger Cid Donary, offering her sympathy for how the people had demanded the one thing he did not have and how the paperwork was now obviously keeping him up. Looking around, she was surprised by all the paper and she tried to offer some advice, though there was little she could contribute. She touched on the subject of borders and territory, sharing her hope that he would soon be able to turn his fortune around and be able to set up a force of security. She also shared how she would be out of town soon, heading towards Big Woods.

Begrudingly, she visited Adam Black, to meet the formalities and subtly offer her advice on matters theological, mentioning he should take into account religions of old as well. She inquired on how it was all going, but the conversation was neutral, further only touching on some casual subjects. When she left, she said her farewells, indicating she did not intend to stick around for long.

Visiting Aeolus' new office, Leanora wished him luck in his business, and shared how she looked forward to the day they could trade together. She complimented him on his swift action and business acumen to seize the opportunity. Shaking hands, she told him that she was off to Big Woods and hoped that she would be able to provide importing opportunities in the future.

Leanora would not be seen in or next to the 'Inn', or however it would be called. Instead, she approached Liana when she was outside of her new establishment and congratulated her on the turn around the facility had made. Her tone was a bit reserved during this congratulation, as Liana's choice of establishment was not to Leanora's taste. She talked with Liana on subjects of theathre and music, trying to see whether she had further ambitions to make those more pronounced in Anchor's End as well, instead of just.. physical and aesthetic pleasure. She shared how she looked forward to any performances, but that she would be unavailable to see any in the immediate future, business keeping her up.

Basil was the only one who had been slower to enact his plans than Leanora, as Leanora was still unsure of his actions. There was no congratulations or sympathy to give. But there was still a cordial conversation to be had, talking about the differences between Taldan, Cheliax and Anchor's End, the current situation, the fate of the others and a question or two to be asked. Leanora inquired how he was doing and what he was busy with, though she didn't mind if he did not like to share. She shared that she had plans to go to the Woods, something his liege already knew of. Wishing him luck with his plans, she hoped that there would be opportunities to cooperate in the near future.

Tired, she had gone to bed and refreshed, she awoke the next day. She prepared herself that morning, ensuring she looked the part of a noble and paid a last visit to Aroden's Shrine. She would not be there to see Adam Black finish his plans. With her spells prepared, she invited those at the Eberk's to see her depature and those who would not, she said her farewells to. Eberk the Wise she especially wished a good future, as well his Tandra and Vera.

With Cinda flitting around her enthusiastically, she said her farewells to Natalie, who she had seen regularly in the morning. A number of other people she quickly passed to say her goodbyes to, and then she moved on to the central square, if the clearing before the docks could be called that. She moved to the nearby warehouse and an hour later, there were several ox-carts loaded with various materials standing in front of the warehouse, from construction materials to food and from tools to other equipment. She was instructing a group of people, people from Anchor's End who had rallied behind her cause: to reach out beyond the border's of Anchor's End and go to the Big Woods, towards adventure and to build up a new province.

The people that were gathered were not many and she hoped that as their efforts loading the carts progressed, some of the other people she had approached would come during the morning. And if they would not, perhaps they would come later on. For now, she was looking at two handful of people to guide towards the Big Woods. The carts and the oxes were brought by this diverse band of men and women, and the materials came from the stock she had brought from over the ocean. A number were pioneers, people desiring adventure, while others had seen an opportunity, swayed by writs of authority marked with Leanora's Arcane Mark. There were a few who had been inspired by her faith in Aroden, and would help her expand human culture and work towards innovation in the new lands, while at the same time guessing their faith to be safer in Big Woods than in Anchor's End. Amongst these few numbers, she saw the profession of builder, farmer, craftsman, merchant, builder and guard represented.

Together, they would build up a future in Big Woods. Leanora hoped she would be able to lead them well and inspire them. Matters of morale were of her concern, as difficulties posed on the journey and in the province would be potential to sway people back to Anchor's End again. This was a big investment and risk, but she would see it through. She intended to settle in Big Woods with these people, trusting them. They would create a thorp and if fortune smiled upon them, it would grow to a hamlet and beyond. She would build a new beginning there!

When the carts were loaded up, they had gotten an audience. Interested townspeople, as well as relatives from those leaving with her. The last farewells were being said and the last hugs were given. And then, it was time for the last speech. Leanora moved on a cart, looking out over those gathered. Those who would leave with her and those who they would leave behind.

"People of Anchor's End. I am Lady Leanora of House Justilarc. Today, the group gathered here will leave Anchor's End behind and together, we will make way towards the Big Woods. When I came here, I have been welcomed in the community and I thank you all for that. It pains me to leave the warm hearth of this society behind me. But I have come here with the dream to build cities. When I walked through the streets here, on Arcadian soil, I met these hearty folk, willing to share my dream. They have my sincerest gratitude. And now the time has come to take those first steps towards realising that dream. From the ground up, we will create a settlement in the Big Woods. We have the heart, the will, the materials and the tools to make it so. I bid you farewell, for now. When I return, I will bring with me a welcome to the new settlement, which we all will have created. Wish us luck."

And with that said, one of her people ordered the ox of the cart to start moving. Their journey to the Big Woods had begun.

[AmusingSN]

Cid and Aeolus at the Private Meeting


Thankfully their meeting was a private one and there wasn't much gossip about afterwards. A couple of folks noted that the two had met in private, as Cid's arrival at Aeolus "new office" did not go unnoticed, but nobody seemed to be talking about what was discussed there.

They did note that Aeolus seemed a bit shaken by the encounter, which might have explained his rumored "poor performance" at the Inn following the meeting.


Basil's Night on the Town


Holy smokes, the town is abuzz over Basil's amazing .... err. Ok. No. His night on the town was hardly notable at all. He mingled, chatted with a few locals, and then retired for the night. The only thing people could say about it is that Basil didn't seem to be able to relax until he found an open seat with his back to the corner.


Anna and Liana at the Inn


Anna's visit to The Inn was noted, and the speculation was largely about whether Xander Thrune's own slave was going to be serving as a common whore. Of course, there was counter-speculation that there was nothing common about the whores at the Inn.

Either way, there was indeed speculation. And gossip. And a small portion of it questioned the appropriateness of Xander's Slave paying visits to such a seedy establishment.


Leanora and the Big Move to Big Woods


Leanora was the first of the VIPs from Cheliax to leave Anchor's End for the wild frontier. She had left many of her new friends behind, but many more had decided to pick up their roots and move to Big Woods to help the young architect-mage build a better future for everyone.

Word from the Big Woods to Anchor's End was sporadic. But from what was heard, it did seem that the people generally accepted Leanor's claim on the Big Woods province, and the still-in-construction Thorpe that was, it would seem, the new seat to her power in Arcadia.

[Stormageddon]

After talking to Aelous Cid went and took a long bath.

Cid welcomes mistress builder into Fort Dire. Cid was sorry to see the builder woman go she was most pleasant to talk to even if she had naive ways, but that was what Cid was here for after all. People to be able to keep their naive ways. He wished her luck and hope the wilds would not be rough on her.

Cid went to Anna to see if he could help her recover from her wounds and listen to her tales of battle. Impressed by her killing of 4 enemies he encouraged her to try again. Slightly envying her ability to go to adventure.

While talking to people Cid heard that a brothel had opened in the town by a women no less named Lai... Something. Cid swears that name sounded familiar to him from somewhere. Cid shrugged not his scene, but it would build the economy of Anchor's End, and that was good.

Anchor's End was feeling less and less welcoming. All of his cohorts had been able to gain a foot hold into power, but Cid. Cid could not fall behind! Cid redoubled his efforts at trying to recruit people to another province as lady Builder had done so with great effect.

[AmusingSN]

Cid's Bath


Oh so relaxing. When he finished, the Tiefling smell* was almost completely gone.


*There may or may not be such a thing as Tiefling smell. It was added in this post for humor and poetic license.

[Zweanslord]

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Leanora Julistarc

Arcenwold, lying in the Big Woods, has become a reality, thanks to the efforts of Leanora Julistarc and those that had come with her from Anchor's End. For now, it was but a thorp, a collection of houses in the midst of the forest, but they were proud of their accomplishment. Leanora had sculpted the name of the settlement in a stone, with an elaborately decorated "A", which welcomed new visitors.

Cinda was happily buzzing around her as she surveyed the work after a hard's day labour. She herself, even as noble, had joined the work activities. While she was extremely poor at carrying things, she offered her fair share of labour in building the homes, wielding the hammer with not a trained hand, but one guided by intellect and talent.
Directing the people to ensure everything went smoothly and orderly, she keeps a close relation with all living in Arcenwold. Wearing her artisan's clothes, usually for sculpting, but now for hard work, she is dressed in a shirt with buttons, a skirt, a leather apron for carrying tools and shoes, with her hair in a braid. She also had an apron for carrying tools. All made of simple, but durable cloth, she is still set apart from the others by the stance and elegance she moves, the authority she holds and her noble attitude. A few jewelry assocoires may also help.

For the buildings, the resources they had brought along are used. She uses a few blocks of stone incorporated in the buildings to liven up the thorp, as she uses her sculpting skill to add relatively simple sculpted decorations. For these decorations, she asks the persons who are going to live in it for their preference, and if they have none, she either thinks up of something appropriate or defaults to the elaborate "A" of Arcenwold, sticking with a motive of trees and branches and changing this motive between each home.

As she oversees the activity, she ensures to share her knowledge and advice on architecture with the builders and people working, which will in turn mean that for a thorp, Arcenwold will have good quality homes. With happiness, Leanora looks at the process and the bond she has with the people. Feeling responsible for them, she knows that she will have to take care of them. In turn, the people seem to have accepted her as their leader in the Big Woods province.

In the middle of the forest, trees were cleared for the homes and wood of it used as well, but Leanora steers towards a thorp with trees in its vicinity, providing it with a verdant and lively environment. As she applies both architecture related to buildings, as well as taking into account the landscape, she hopes the people will be pleased to live here.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna smiled warmly when Cid came to visit her. Whatever the rumors were around town, at least the Hellknight still recognized the truth behind her actions and would not shun her based solely on the idle fancy of foolish peasants. They talked for quite some time about the adventure, and even had a few laughs about the ineptness of a certain mercenary who had accompanied Anna.

Anna could see Cid's frustration written on his face. She knew that the incident with the Volunteer Guard has struck a blow to the Hellknight. Smiling, she took Cid's hand. They were unjust my lord. she said as opening. Your worth was proven long ago, and no piece of paper can change that. I know, and Lord Thrune knows, that your worth to this colony is beyond measure, and that those fools cannot see it is more their loss. I do not know if the words of one slave can bring you comfort, but I have tasted your worth in combat, and I know that should problems arise, you will deal with them in all the fury you displayed during our sparing sessions. Anna pushed the hair away from her face. You are good for this place, believe me.

She stood, quickly dropping the Hellknight's hands, then turned. the next time I go into the wilderness, perhaps I'll take you with me. I could use a more adept warrior by my side. her face breaks into a dazzling smile.

[Stormageddon]

It was so easy talking to this woman. Cid laughs with ease and enjoy at the ineptness of the mercenary captain. Cid had little love for people that would sell their sword to the highest bidder. They stood for nothing, and often had a higher opinion of their abilities then they actually were capable of showing.

Anna's words seemed so heart felt, and she was holding his hand! Cid was disappointed when she let go, and turn away from him.

My lady your words have inspired me. My worth shall be shown here in Anchor's End.

That amazing smile reappeared on her again. Unable to control himself Cid grabs Anna's arm pulls her in close and kisses her passionately on the lips.

Maybe Cid should linger in Anchor's End after all.

[Fairfield]

The Mariner's Pact was out of Basil's reach, and it was becoming very apparent that the variety of new guilds that were cropping up around Anchor's End would make carving out a niche for himself somewhat difficult. His attempts to find allies and potential minions amongst the townspeople had come to nothing, and the only new potential ally he had found -- Czasin -- was deeply embroiled with the Mariner's Pact, and therefore Aeolus.

Basil was coming to believe that, for the sake of his long-term plans, it might be best to move to someplace where he had more of an opportunity to develop his interests. He recalled that Leanora, the builder, had moved to Big Woods and intended to create a settlement of her own. He recalled that they had a cordial chat before she departed. The notion of moving to Big Woods himself had not crossed his mind at the time, unfortunately, but he hoped that he would be able to make a good impression upon her and operate in her province. It was a spotty plan, but with the Mariner's Pact out of his reach, it was probably the most reliable option available to him.


With Cid

Basil stopped by Fort Dire to pay his respects to his lord and inform him of his plan. "My lord, given the amount of enterprise already taking place in Anchor's End, I have determined that it would be most expedient for me to create an enterprise in the Big Woods. I should emphasize, however, that I will be ready to come to your assistance should you need my skills..."


With Czasin

Basil made a point to pay his respects to Czasin. Although Aeolus was the de facto leader of the Pact at this point, Basil had taken a liking to the red-clad man -- perhaps because the man had seemed to take a liking to him -- and he felt that he should explain his decision to move on from Anchor's End for the moment. He also expressed hope that they would be able to meet one another in the future and perhaps be of help to one another.

His main concern, though, was not with Czasin, but with Aeolus. He was not entirely sure where he stood with the Tiefling -- friend, foe, or potential ally -- but he felt relatively sure that he would not turn down an opportunity to profit even if said arrangement would be beneficial for Basil.


With Aeolus

Basil sought out Aeolus that very day. Upon meeting with him, he spread his arms in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture. Not that Basil took himself to be threatening, but given Basil and Aeolus's recent history, he figured a gesture of reassurance might be appreciated.

Or maybe Basil was just paranoid enough that he assumed everybody around him would act in the same way.

"I have news I think you should hear, Aeolus," said Basil genially. "I intend to go north -- following the path of Miss Leonara. I feel that it would be more profitable for me to move somewhere else to establish my enterprise. I also feel that, if my venture is successful, it might also represent an opportunity for mutual profit."


Around Town

Basil also made a point to take his leave of the other significant personages of Anchor's End. He had little doubt that he would encounter them again -- perhaps very soon -- and he felt that it would be best if he tried to make a good impression upon everybody before he set out.

He also had a sneaking suspicion that it would be in his best interests to make his departure as obvious and forthright as possible. The gossip around town -- some of which Basil had heard, some of which he inferred, some some of which Basil had simply constructed in his head -- painted the Taldan as a shady figure, and he wished to his best to combat that notion, justified as it may be.

Upon gathering his belongings and hiring a small retinue to accompany him (and carry the assets he had brought from beyond the sea), he set out to the north.


Arrival at Arcenwold

Basil and his small retinue eventually found their way to the small thorp that Leanora and her attendants had managed to create. Her work was impressive -- more than impressive, actually. He sized up her accomplishments and quickly realized that the title his lord had given her -- "the lady builder" -- was entirely justified.

Basil asked around, eventually receiving directions to Leanora's abode. He presented himself by bowing respectfully. Then, after xchanging greetings, he outlined a proposal to her.

"My lady, I see that your efforts in the Big Woods have already come to fruition. I would like to propose something to you. I wish to establish a guild, and Anchor's End has recently become... a bit to crowded for that to be reasonable in that area. I was wondering if you would allow me to establish a lumberer's guild here in the Big Woods. If I were successful, I believe I would be able to aid in the development of your province and help bring prosperity to the region."

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

"Welcome, Mister Kydones!" Leanora Julistarc came walking over to the Taldane after he presented himself, nodding to him. Cinda was flying near her and flew in a circle around Basil before returning. Leanora had not been in her abode, but rather, had been working with the others at building a house. A thorp does not build itself overnight, after all. She had left the activities as soon as she wrapped up the last part and then had welcomed the foreigner. She looked quite different from their last meeting, as she wore work clothes, much simpler than her usual noble gown. A shirt, a skirt, an apron for carrying tools, and while the cloth was durable, it was not as fashionable, even if Leanora still wore jewelry. Despite the simpler dress, authority and regality were still as much a part of her as always.

"It's good to see a visitor from Anchor's End. Go ahead and tell me what brought you here." With a gesture she indicated that they would be better suited to clear the surroundings of the workplace and talk further away. The two walked a short distance, enough to be well out of hearing distance, but close enough to view the work still. Arcenwold was clearly not finished yet, with materials still lying around waiting to be used, signs of camping material while the buildings were not yet done, but there was plenty to see that Arcenwold was turning out well, with buildings being erected. Give it the end of the month, and this was definitely a settlement, even if still humble.

"There is still much work to be done, Mister Kydones. I appreciate your arrival here and commend you on taking the effort to come here. I understand why you did it, and I wonder what the future will bring, if there will be others venturing here.

I will be honest with you. I wish to see Arcenwold grow and civilization expand in the Big Woods, but at the same time, I wish to create a construction guild, here in Arcenwold. Therefore, I wish to make a counter proposal. From my understanding, you are a worthwhile administrator. Instead of taking care of a guild's accounting, I would rather see you take up the letter of the law, the order of the court.

Not only will that serve your Liege's interests just as well, but a lumberer's guild.. Master Darthana from the Resolute told us that the Andoran colony to the north was aggressively expanding their lumber industry, which got them in trouble with aggressive natives. I would prefer foresters in the Big Woods, cutting down trees and replanting them, taking care of the forest instead of merely cutting it down. The construction guild I have in mind has a broader scope than mere lumbering.

While it is possible to focus my attention on both province and a guild, since expansion of a province takes a longer time, I do confess I worry. My dream of a guild may be contested by other ambitious folk as I spread my time and interests. You probably know of whom I speak.

In any case, I would like for you to think over my proposal, if need be. And note, my proposal does not prevent you from creating a guild when the province is bigger, but I would prefer to create a guild of meaning first. Nevertheless, I would like to hear what you desire in time, and I will consider it. You are welcome to join the efforts here in the mean time. Unfortunately I believe that before we are finished here with a solid basis for Arcenwold, there will be little to no workforce to spare for setting up any business, be it guild, law or otherwise.

During your stay I would like to get you know you better, especially if you are to become a citizen here. Whatever you chose, if you are to build up a hold here, I, as Lady of the Big Woods, will have expectations of you, Mister Kydones. Think about it and let me know what you desire."

[Fairfield]

Basil politely said his goodbyes to Leanora following their pleasant and refreshingly frank conversation. "I will take your words under consideration, my lady," he said, "and I will inform you of my decision sometime tomorrow. I appreciate your frankness, and your willingness to accept me into your new home." The Taldan's words here were entirely honest -- he found the small thorp fascinating, and he could see the potential inherent in the settlement and the surrounding natural resources. More surprisingly, he found the region almost... relaxing. Moreso than Anchor's End, at least, where he imagined knives hidden in every sleeve and plotting behind every closed door. Basil would certainly not let himself grow complacent, but the contrast between the Big Woods and the past several years of his life was marked.

"I understand that you may have expectations of me as I become a part of your new community. I am willing to meet those expectations, but my first loyalty must be to Lord Donary. I hope that is acceptable to you."

After taking his leave of Leanora, he managed to find himself a makeshift lodging with the small retinue he had brought from Anchor's End. Then, he set himself to considering the problem before him. His talents, he felt, would be more readily directed to building an economic enterprise than anything else. Nonetheless, Leanora's terms were clear, and Basil could not fault her for them. Her ambition to build a construction guild was understandable, and he had not considered the possibility with conflicts with the natives. If nothing else, her advice and demands may have saved Basil from a situation he was not remotely prepared to handle.

Sleep took Basil, and as had often been the case in the past, his mind worked subconsciously as he slumbered to resolve the problem before him. He awoke refreshed, and committed: he would construct a court system for Leanora's province. The exact mechanics of the situation eluded him at present, but as a Taldan noble and a servant of House Donary, he had spent enough time in close proximity to legal matters to have a grasp on how a court system should be set up.

Establishing that court system with the resources available to him might be more difficult. Basil considered his resources: he had taken with him the resources he had brought from across the sea. He would be able to construct a building -- perhaps not ostentatious, but dignified -- and develop a system of tracking property, collecting taxes, and recording liens. Finding staff would be difficult at first, but perhaps some number among his entourage would be willing to stay and learn the ways of administering a Chelaxian court.

His decision made, Basil approached Leanora the next day. "My lady, I have considered your proposal, and I am willing to create a court as you requested. I understand that I would be required to provide my own resources and staffing, but it my hope that as your province grows, the court would improve accordingly."

"With your permission, I would like to begin constructing a courthouse with the resources I have brought along with me. It may take awhile to bring it up to the Chelaxian standard, but I have complete confidence that I would be able to do so. Also with your permission, I would like to send a message to my liege explaining the situation and asking for advice on Chelaxian laws." Basil was uncertain whether Lord Cid would be knowledgable of the finer points of the Chelaxian legal system, but he had little doubt that the Hellknight would have helpful advice regarding the proper application of the law.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

"Ofcourse, I understand that." She told the Taldane when he mentioned his loyalty to Armiger Donary first. When Basil had taken his leave, Leanora returned to her busy work, pleased that he would take it under consideration.

The next day, Leanora was again busy with the construction work, directing people, when Basil came to her. She took a break from the work to talk with him, dressed in her work clothes again. Cinda was flying around her and said: "Hello Kydones!" Leanora smirked at her familiar's greeting. "Good morning, Mister Kydones." She listened to what he had to say and a smile appeared on her face. "I am pleased to hear this news. Mister Kydones, you have my blessing and I wish you the best of luck. I have faith in your skill. You naturally have my permission to send word to your liege, it is only logical you would do so."

Leanora regards Basil with a warm expression, happy to count him amongst the inhabitants of Arcenwood from this day forth. "You are correct, you will need to provide the means and do research, but if you would like, I can provide you with the designs of a courthouse. I am, after all, an architect." Her smile brightened. "Come by later, and I can create a design based on your wishes. And I may have some reading to share with you during your endeavours." The smile then dimmed as she changed subject. "Beyond that, I hope to see you work towards a fair and just courthouse. I will tell you now that Aroden's faith is a legit religion here, just so you are informed." In Cheliax, Aroden's faith had been hidden, not public. Here, it was still practised in the open, and amongst those Leanora had recruited there were plenty who held on to that faith, and she wanted to see that continue. "In any case, I look forward to your efforts, Mister Kydones."

If Basil later visits Leanora again, she will show her skill as mage-architect. Calling forth an illusion, which she can shape as she desires, she is able to show him different designs of a courthouse. She shows a few designs, of wood and stone, while capable of adjusting it based on his input. The designs seem to be based in fitting in with the other buildings and her proposal is to work in elements to make it fit with the environment of the forest itself, with curves and some stone decoration in the shape of leaves. She informs him that she adds a small ornamental sculpture to every building so far, and will ask what he likes. She suggests something related to the court, or otherwise an elaborate "A", of Arcenwold.

During Basil's stay, he may also see other spells from Leanora's hands. From invisible workface providing short relief during hard moments, to magic helping to clear earth were necessary. He may have seen how she used a spell to increase the size of a man, to grant him the strength to clear a big rock. Or at another time saw her using a magical illusion and other prestidigiation during a campfire story to impress and entertain the citizen. At night, she occassionally uses a spell to create light, or multiple sources of light, dancing around her. And throughout the month, she shows her hard working nature and her capability to socialize with the inhabitants, also regularly visiting Basil to have a friendly chat.

Leanora offers to share the use of her Heritage Book with Basil Kydones, which would grant him a +2 Knowledge (nobility), upping the bonus to +11 Knowledge (nobility) and thus allowing him to roll with a +2 bonus on creating a Law Holding instead of a +1 bonus.
Not.. that it matters now since AmusingSN already rolled on the ooc thread, but it's the intention that counts.

Can't share a book already in use, I learned.

[AmusingSN]

It has been a month since your arrival at Anchor's End. Development of the region has been faster than expected, but with some minor setbacks.

Anchor's End


Xander Thrune has been accepted, as expected, by the locals as the rightful Lord of Anchor's End. Despite the small migration of some of the citizens to the Big Woods, the general belief is that the ones who left were the "weak hearted" folk who couldn't stomach the consolidation and imperial reforms that would likely come about due to Xander Thrune's expected iron-fist in velvet-glove style rule.

The general spirit of the locals is optimistic. They hope that under new guidance, the colony can flourish, that opportunities and development will be a priority, and that wealth and power will be available to all with the strength and ambition to claim them.

Consultations with some of the locals "in the know" have led Xander to believe that the locals are concerned that if Cid claims control over the Volunteer Guard, many folks will not know which regent they should be following. It is recommended that before Cid take the Law Domain, Xander seeks to make him a vassal; or that either Lord issues a Decree in support of the other, or, failing any of that, that Xander claims the Guard for himself. However, it is, of course, up to Xander to decide if he wants to take the advice of peasants.

The Volunteer Guard is coming around slowly toward leaning toward falling under Armiger Cid Donary's control, but some of the concerns of splitting the loyalties of the people of Anchor's End is complicating affairs. Combined with the lack of proper documentation, Cid has failed to take control of the Law Domain, but he may continue his efforts this month, or seek other activities if he chooses.

Aeolus has consolidated his control over the Mariner's Pact. Business opportunities are limited in the colony. Except for the Inn, however, Aeolus has a controlling interest in pretty much every economic endeavor in the province. His investors in the Pact recommend either crushing the Inn in anticipation of future development in Anchor's End, to prevent any possible competition, or spreading the Pact's economic influence into Leanora's Big Woods Province to exploit the natural resources there. Of course, Aeolus has more business experience than any of his investors, and they would likely defer to his decision if he chose to do something else.

Liana has control over the Inn, and has remodeled it. While it does give her a hand in the economic affairs of the Province, the net profit gained from running the Inn is negligible. Rumors that the Mariner's Pact may wish to drive the Inn out of business has led many of Liana's supporters to suggest that she may wish to strike first against the Mariner's Pact. If she decides not to do that, it is also recommended that she start up another Inn in Arcenwold in the Big Woods in anticipation of economic development there.

Leanora has been recognized by the people in the colonies as the rightful Lady of Big Woods. The thorpe she has developed is a beautiful tranquil place, but the folks are still struggling to survive, and cannot afford their lady much in the way of feudal service or taxes yet. The folks there are generally pleased to have escaped what they assume would be the direct infernal tyranny of House Thrune, many are worried that thoughts such as those might make them traitors to Cheliax, a cognitive dissonance that is quite troubling to them indeed. There is also a worry that it is only a matter of time before Xander Thrune decides to consolidate the provinces surrounding Anchor's End to secure his power and authority, and their time as subjects of the Lady of Big Woods may be short indeed. Leanora's friends have suggested that she either focus on the development of her Province, or that she establishes a framework of the forestry/construction guild that she plans to create, in the hopes of discouraging economic interests from Anchor's End from gaining too strong a foothold in the province. There has been some concern about her plan to turn the collection of incomes and imposition of lawful authority to Basil, and her friends suggest that she take Basil as a vassal, or that one or both of them issue a decree supporting the authority of the other in Big Woods.

Basil's extended presence in Big Woods away from his patron has brought some questions in the minds of some of the more political of locals. They wonder if perhaps Basil is seeking to slip the leash of his Hellknight supporter. His first, rather inept, attempts at securing authority over the Big Woods have been complicated by questions about his pedigree as a foreigner, and his split loyalties between the Lady of the Big Woods and the Hellknight Lord Armiger. Still, they haven't exactly rejected him, its just that the process of establishing order has been ... slow.

Anna has gained some quiet support in the circles around Xander Thrune as the most competent likely candidate for Lieutenant under Xander. Still, some of those who have more detailed knowledge of the subject wonder if she would ever be truly loyal to the Prince.

[Xunthrae]

After the establishment of her buisiness she decided to invest time in her workforce. She dedicated an hour or two each day to begin educating her employees, for a week. She taught the fine points to seduction, reading, and writing. Those that already knew how to read and or write were assigned to help others during the schooling sessions. After the week,

Liana also spends time getting to know the people of anchors end. She performs in the main square for anyone who wants to be there, poor and rich alike. After her performance she speaks with the more prminent merchants. Getting to know them and trying to become friendly.

Cid
Liana approaches the hellknight at fort Dire, but as she arrives, she notices a humanoid shape leaving the back of the fort, but she cannot make out any distinguishing features. Liana knocks, and awaits his response before entering. "Hello, I was curious if you could help me with an endeavor. I heard tales of Anna's exploits in the hinterlandes, and I want to see the lands outside of town and get a feel for the new world we live in. I would like you to accompany me, if you have no other obligatoins of course! I was also going to petition Xander to allow Anna leave to come with, since she's had some experience with what's out there."

Xander
Liana, after speaking with Cid, headed to speak with Xander. She waited until he was free before respectfully greeting him, and asking: "Since Anna recently made a successful foray into the more wild parts of this new world, I was wondering if you would give her leave to accompany me. Her skill is well known in the city and would be a great asset should something waylay us."

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus couldn't help but crack a genuine smile at the sight of the developing harbor in Anchor's End, and his ever-more-stately office. It had taken him 20 years to get even a single store of well repute in Westcrown but only a month to take over nearly all the trade and business in this pleasant little colony. There were some little kinks, like the Inn, but he was sure he could come to terms with Liana- he liked the place and he wasn't particularly interested in supplying any sort of services to the population here.

The only other major issue was that of what to do next: he had a few options, but wasn't sure what to do quite yet. He could, of course, plan for what was to come... more letters had to be sent, it seemed.

[Stormageddon]

To Basil

Yes of course the lady builder's land will be most profitable.

Responding to the letter that Basil sent Cid provides Basil with all the legal knowledge that Cid knows.


To Liana

Laina hears crashing and banging around in the cabin for a solid minute before the door opens.

Liana, that was her name. The woman that Cid had seen abroad the ship. This was curious. The woman had barely said a word to him on the way over; almost as if she had been avoiding him. Then her first move was to setup an "Inn." Now she showed up at his front door step talking about Anna. What did this woman know, and how did she know it?

Greetings Liana, why me?

[Fairfield]

Basil sighed. In retrospect, his plans had been rather presumptuous. That was not to say that his general intention had been in the wrong -- the more time he spent in the Big Woods, the more certain he became that it presented an opportunity to secure his own interests, find a place for himself in Arcadia, and further the interests of his patron. Rather, his mistake had been in his hasty implementation of his plan.

The correspondence from Lord Cid filled in many of the holes of Basil's legal knowledge -- holes that would have been useful when he initially tried to establish the court. With each passing day, holes in the bureaucratic systems he had attempted to implement became more and more clear, and various possible solutions presented themselves. Meanwhile, it was becoming apparent that the men who had accompanied him from Anchor's End, while useful for the purposes of correspondence, were not up to the task of serving as clerks and scribes.

Basil had, in effect, wasted his resources in a sloppy effort. Frankly, he should have known better -- even given his faith in his own abilities, caution and meticulous planning were the hallmarks of his successes. Next time, he would be more thorough.

Thankfully, Leanora seemed to approve of his presence, and could potentially advise him on how to proceed from here. Furthermore, Basil hoped that when the thorp began to grow and prosper, he could draw upon the talents of more bureaucratically minded men and women to make the court system a reality.

Until then, Basil had a new home. Temporary or long-term, he could not say, but he knew that he wished to get to know it better. He would spend today -- and possibly the next couple days -- getting to know the residents of Arcenwold.

[Toxic Mind]

After that night, Anna became, if anything, more careful than before. She was well known among Xander's household to talk walks at night, and to rise early in the morning, usually long before everyone else, to find a secluded place to practice her magic and swordsmanship. If she rose an hour earlier than before, it was remarked about only in passing by servants who might notice it. If Anna wanted to rise earlier to make more time during the day to effectively serve her master, who was anyone to complain?

Given the nature of their interaction the past few weeks, it must have come as quite a shock to Cid when Anna burst through the back entrance to Fort Dire one morning, a worried look on her face. "Lord Donary... Cid" she said with something between anger and sorrow hanging heavy in her voice "I have found what Lord Thrune intends. He means for me to take over the city's volunteer guard, and bend them to serve him as a personal honor guard. It will happen in the next few days I do not know what to do. I cannot disobey him without arousing suspicions about us. If word got out... no good can come of it yet." Anna had been exceedingly careful for a reason. Cid may not have realized it, but Anna knew the cost of their connection. They had only kissed, and talked, but she knew how people loved to gossip. And that she was a slave? Anna knew what would happen to her, and more importantly, to Cid. "What am I to do?" she asks, tears in her eyes.

There is a knock at the door. Someone else, here so early? Anna quickly runs to the peep-hole. Liana?!? No doubt here to ask Cid about some important matter or another. But it would not do to have Liana find her here. "I will come again tomorrow, love. Think on what I have said." With a quick kiss for parting, and a longing look in her eyes, Anna pulls up her hood and cloak around herself and steals out the back entrance to Fort Dire.

[Stormageddon]

The news Anna had brought polaxed Cid. A numbness came over him. Damn that man! Had Lord Thrune not pledged to leave Cid in charge of the defense of the colony!? Now he was squandering the only resource in the colony on WHAT!? His own personal guard! More importantly why had Cid been passed over for the position rather a Hellknight. Anna the bueatiful was a great warrior, but still a slave (for now at least). Many would not like the idea of a slave ordering free men about. A spark lept into Cid's that maybe Lord Thrune planned on releasing Anna from her bondage, and quickly died. The Thrunes weren't the type to release power once they had it.

Cid all of a sudden saw things very clearly. Cid had not been asked because had he been asked the answer to lead Thrune's personal Honor guard would have been no. there were too many dangers out there for Cid to be bogged down protecting one man.

Anna, my love, listen to me. You must calm down. You must do as Lord Thrune asks to keep yourself save. Do not worry about me. I'll of course be fine. We will speak more on this tomorrow.

As Anna left Cid considered his options. Anna was a great warrior, but no experience with leading armies. Cid would have to train her for her safety.

Damn that MAN!

Rage erupted in Cid. Removing his helmet and throwing it against the wall. Cid unleases his full anger on the paper work that has plagued him for so long bashing it with his flail and stomping into the dirt.

After had calmed down after some thereputic paper work destorying Cid remembered that he had a guest.

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End


There was some high drama taking place in Anchor's End. Secret meetings, interrupted by unlikely visitors. Plots, schemes, perhaps even betrayals? It was hard to tell who was playing whom.

Was there an adventure being planned? Could they really afford to head off on a trip into the wilds with so much work ahead of them? And if they did, what manner of dangers would await them?

Oh, and all the letters! And paperwork! What kind of crazy version of D&D/Pathfinder are we really playing here?


Arcenwold


Basil realized that his plans might take longer than he had hoped, and his renewed intentions to follow through seemed to have improved his reputation in the eyes of the people of Arsonwolf.

[oyzar]

When Xander was not busy with paperwork he would walk around the whole town and jot down the name of every man, woman and child along with information about what they did or maybe who their parents were. He would talk to the small families and tell them how brave they are making families out there and that he would help out to make it easier for people making a family. There would be a small reward for getting babies, but more importantly there would be dedicated time for those taking care of children to meet other in the same situation. This way it would be possible to exchange experiences, but also to make arrangements to take care of each other. Maybe some could even leave their children there to be taken care of so they could get done with other unfinished business.

Further using the list over what people did he would look for what kind of jobs were missing in town and who did well or who did poorly. He would talk to the ones who had not yet found their place to fill in the gaps while he would organize for the less skilled people to learn from those more successful as a sort of apprentice arrangement.

In the middle of being busy making sure the community was moving forwards there were all the issues with his fellow travelers from back in Cheliax. A letter from the Taldan, a conversation with the Amiger Hellknight, a letter from the tiefling merchant and finally a letter from the noble lady who ran out into the woods. The tiefling seemed to have many balls in the air at the same time, like a juggler. He would have to be dealt with one way or another, but what to reply.

Then there was the matter of the guard. Amiger Cid had worked at getting control of it, though unsuccessfully. The Amiger had also been talking about establishing a frontier against the natives. Could the man pull both off? Maybe it was better if he got to focus on one of the tasks? Maybe Anna could be used for something a bit more useful then going out in the wilderness and getting torn apart? Though he did need information about what was out there as well. And he had been able to patch her up well enough.

Dedications to be made, do it right and they might all work their hardest to make him stronger. Play the cards wrong and they might all turn against him.

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End


The charismatic lord's social engineering project was well received thus far, but there was an underlying doubt as to his motives behind them. Still, for now, people seemed willing enough to play along, but whether their hearts would be in it, and the degree of the participation, was yet to be determined. He'd have a lot of work ahead of him to convince the people of his sincerity. Change, even change that seemed obviously for the better, was hard for most people to accept, and Chelish people took to slower than even most.

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End and Big Woods


SO MANY LETTERS.

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End


Xander Thrune's social engineering project is well underway when he gained the boon of the arrival of the "second ship". More colonists, more resources, flowed into the local economy, creating a rapid boom in industry and expansion.

It seemed like everyone was happy and that it was the beginning of a Golden Age for Anchor's End. A very auspicious beginning for the clever and well-prepared summoner Lord.

But then something unexpected happened. While Cid was still working out with the Volunteer Guard details of his pedigree and authority, the slave girl, Anna, made an announcement that all Volunteer Guardsmen should submit to her authority immediately and without question, as she now spoke with the full and unquestionable authority of the Lord of Anchor's End.

This was news to the people of Anchor's End, who had no reason to believe that she spoke with any authority at all, as she was just a slave girl. Despite Xander's private assurances that she was, indeed, acting under his will, there were no legal documents, no ceremonies of vassalage, and no public decrees to verify that.

Of course, the Volunteer Guard, who we know are sticklers for paperwork, did not bend knee willingly. With the help of hired men from the Second Ship, she captured the disobedient guardsmen and intimidated the others into submitting. Outside muscle and personal will and force accomplished what Cid's attention to legal details and bureaucracy could not.

The Volunteer Guard was not the same well respected force of men -- sure many were the same, but now they worked under the command of a domineering slave girl under the whispered authority of her Master. People trembled at what might be coming next. This turn of events was not expected.

Anna's first act as the Law of Anchor's End would be to decide what to do with the resisting Guardsmen. Would she grant them mercy and possibly maintain a rebel element within the borders of her Master's domain? Would she build a dungeon and have them imprisoned? Would she instead build a gallows? Or would she exile them?

It would be wise for Anna and/or Xander to take bold and serious actions to quell the fears of the people of Anchor's End, through decree or ceremony.

Xander might have to forcibly declare the guardsmen as slaves to maintain the social order if he was going to have a slave girl command them. Or else free Anna or give her some special status by decree or ceremony. To do otherwise might invite rebellion.


Big Woods


Word of Anna's seizing power of the Volunteer Guard reached Big Woods swiftly, along with word of the arrival of the Second Ship and its colonists and resources.

By the time rumors had reached the Big Woods, Anna was described as an "infernal witch-whore", and it was suspected that she had bewitched her Master into allowing her power above and beyond her station.

There was some pressure upon Leanora to make a decree to denounce the action. And there was further pressure upon her to provide some support to the Hellknight Cid Donary who clearly had his command stolen from him by Xander Thrune in favor of a lowly slave.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

Dressed in her noble clothes once again, Leanora was in her red gown taking a stroll through the wood surrounding Arcenwold. Accomponied by her familiar Cinda, she has a smile on her face, as she enjoyed the sight of nature around her. Glancing to her side, she could see the homes of Arcenwold through the trees, and she felt a sense of pride. She had come from Westcrown and had built homes for the people, expanded the Cheliax reach and established the importance of House Julistarc in the Big Woods. Not only were the woods more tranquil than the backstabbing courts in Westcrown, but this was a land fertile of opportunity, instead of carved up and desolated by games of politics and might.

Yet she knew this was only a phase. Already, the signs of politics were visible, and while the lands were tranquil, they were similarly quaint and small. She hoped to bring grandeur, impressiveness and civilization amongst these lands. While she hoped that some of this natural beauty would be preserved, she also knew that in time it would make place for another beauty, one of architecture, structure and innovation. But that would take effort and time, and was still far away. Returning to the now, she enjoyed the beauty of nature, allowing it to inspire her for her coming designs of construction. The only matter to decide was what direction to take Arcenwold now. That it was going to be one of building over decreeing was a certainty, however.

When she returned to Arcenwold, she came to realise this might have been her last walk admiring the tranquility. While the politics she had faced so far this month had been resigned to the territory of letters, it seemed this had been only the first sign of worse to come. A loud sigh came from the Lady of the Big Woods, heard by many, when she heard some of the rumours.

She tried to alleviate some pressure on her own, especially on the part of decreeing things, as she tried to explain how a decree from a Thorp would mean far less than a decree from a Hamlet with a (construction guild supported) Economy. There was much opportunity with the arrival of the Second Ship, and they were here to build up Arcenwold. Once they had established a proper base for construction with a guild dedicated to it and an actual community center, they would be in a position to make a stand and such. She also pointed out that she was providing support to Armiger Donary, albeit indirectly, by allowing Mister Kydones to establish a courthouse in Arcenwold, whose patron was Armiger Donary. Leanora did agree on one point with the people and shared this sentiment. A slave in control of the Volunteer Guard was a, well, stupid idea.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam enjoyed his time in the shrine. He had began to give weekly sermons, speaking about the will of Asmodeus and the evils and chaos that places such as brothels planted in the hearts of men. He secretly ordered anyone who would listen to him to act against the whore house inn. Whether it be violence, arson, etching the symbols of the church into the buildings or even the girls inside.

Disturbed about the new thorp in light of his conversations with the lady Justlicar, he approached lord Thrune for an audience. "My lord, I must ask if it is prudent to set the precedence of a slave in command of free men. Even though she is your slave, you know as well as I that in the homeland, a hellknight or any noble really could slay her where she stood and simply pay you the cost of purshasing her. Though of course that may earn your ire. I would suggest freeing her before she meets the logical conclusion of her circumstance, which is hanging for heresy. Speaking of heresy, I would also like to speak with you about this so called Big Woods thorpe, Archenwold I believe it has been named. In my own conversations with the Lady Justlicar, she has hinted at her devotion to Aroden, and I believe that this thorpe is the first step in a seccession attempt by her. I would suggest we move quickly to establish a diabolist presence there and ensure that any secret dissent is brought into the forefront and punished." he finished with a stern and fervered look.

[Xunthrae]

Cid

The reason I'm approaching you is because you seem the most capable person to bring with me. Also, who knows what we could find out there. Opportunity abounds in this new land, and I want to share this one with you. Liana has a friendly smile on her face as she speaks to the man in front of him, she noticed the sounds, but makes no mention of them.



Several days after her conversation with Cid, Liana makes a short trip to the docks. She spent several hours there, speaking with sailors and merchants and street peddlers,trying getting to know the people of Anchor's End better.

[Stormageddon]

Laina

Cid pauses for a moment considering the ladies words. Perhaps now was the time to free himself from the over bearing paper work and prove to the people his worth. Was it not what he longed for anyways.

I accept your invitation my lady.

Later after Anna gains control over the guard

The fire shone brightly off the Hellknight's armor. The bonfire of the damn paper work was most satisfying to the young Hellknight. Armiger Cid Donary was impressed by Xander Thrune's take over of the guard. Where paper work had fail Thrune had used brutal force to ease his control over the guard. He privately thank Thrune for teaching him a valuable lesson in Cheliaxian politics, plus the political fall out of a slave being put in charge of the guard might force Thrune to release Anna from slavery. It would be the last time he thanked the Thrune for anything.

Cid had heard about the prisoners that were taken because they would not kneel to Thrune putting a slave in charge of them, and felt no pity for them. They'd had their chance, and rejected the Hellknight. They should have submitted to Anna. He had heard that some were calling her a witch-whore. That would have stomped out of course.

Armiger Cid Donary stared into the fire pondering his destiny... Soon. For now the wilds called. Of course he would need more weapons.

The day after Cid goes to a merchant to buy himself a lance, and sling. He also drops by the volunteer guard's headquarters and congratulates Anna on her rise to power, and to ask if he can borrow a horse.

[Toxic Mind]

Whatever else would be said about Anna's takeover of the Volunteer Guard of Anchor's End, no one could deny that it was quick. Where Cid Donary had asked, Anna demanded. There was resistance, of course. Anna was a slave, but she was the slave of a Thrune, and possibly more importantly, she was incredibly skilled in combat.

Anna walked through the doors of the Volunteer Guard Headquarters, a large and well-kept, albeit plain, building near the center of town. Most of the Guard were dicing or drinking around the tables in the room, but one of the men stood as she entered, and said drunkenly "the entertainment has arrived, boys! And it's Lord Thrune's personal slave." This was met with resounding cheers, as word of Anna's beauty had spread quickly among the men of the town. "Anna, is it?" He asked, his breath reeking in Anna's face, a lecherous smile playing across it.

A cold smile appears on Anna's face. She grabs the man's throat in one vicious motion, constricting his windpipe. The room falls instantly silent. "That's Commander Anna to you" she says, loudly enough that all in the room could hear her. "You had your chance to serve the Hellknight, now that option is lost to you. You serve me, and through me, Lord Xander Thrune." She releases the man's throat and he falls to his knees, gasping for air. "This must be some joke" said one of the men near the back. "Lord Thrune can't be asking us to serve under -" Anna cut the man off. "Cedric, is it? I don't think you understand. Lord Thrune is not ASKING you to do anything, and neither am I. I am ordering you. Under my guidance, you will become a force worthy of serving House Thrune. And given enough time and talent, some of you may even advance to Lord Thrune's personal guard. You will become a force to truly be reckoned with, with all the power and glory that such service implies. And all I ask in return is your loyalty."

Anna's passionate speech had clearly moved many of the guard, Cedric included. Some remained unconvinced however, and from somewhere near the back, from a man that Anna could not see, she heard "And what if we won't serve a slave?" Anna's expression turned as cold as the winter ice. "Then you are free to try to run, but you will be branded a traitor and treated as such when you are caught. I will have your allegiance, and while I would prefer it be through loyalty, I will have it by fear if I must ." And it was done. Anna knew that those who would run would do so later, when they were away from their comrades. Anna would not twist the knife in Cid by making the transition a public affair.

Over the next few days, a few of the guardsmen ran. More than Anna would have liked, but far fewer than most of the town would have expected. Whether through fear or the hope of greater fame, the Guard was now under Anna's control and all that was left to do was to deal with those that had tried to run. It was a task Anna did not look forward to. Still, it was her duty, and she would see it through.

Cid
When Cid came to visit, and offer his congratulations, Anna was glad. She had been unsure of how this new turn of events might have affected them. She told the Hellknight about the few that had run. His suggestions ran to the bloody, and while Anna told him she would prefer to avoid such action, she well knew that may be the outcome. He told he that he was planning to go into the wilderness, and so she told him about the ruins in the Hinterlands. She loaned him one of the horses that she had confiscated from one of the dissident guardsmen. If the man decided to come back to the guard, he would get his horse back when Cid returned. If not, then he would not be needing a horse any longer.

Anchor's End
Anna made it a point to continue nightly patrols in the town, and sent men to each of the main establishments around town, inquiring if they had any need from the Guard. She was determined to make it known that the Guard still served the people of Anchor's End, just as Lord Thrune did. Anna would continue her morning training, except now a few guardsmen could be seen practicing with her, and each day more and more showed up to train. By the end of the month, it was well known around town that the Guard could be seen at sunrise, all those not on active duty practicing swordcraft with Anna.

[Stormageddon]

Anna

Cid spends sometime looking at horse testing them on strength and steadiness of personality. Finally he picks out a brown mare that fits his need.

Cid turns Anna

Thank you Captain. I'll be sure to return her in one piece.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna walked to the town square. Word had spread, and there was quite a crowd gathered by the time she arrived. Cid stood among the audience, as did Liana. Whatever their personal thoughts, they knew better then to express them now. The six men were bound and gagged on the platform in the center of the town.
Anna walked to the edge of the stage and addressed the crowd. "Most of you know me by sight or reputation. For those of you that do not, my name is Anna, and I serve Lord Thrune, the rightful ruler of Anchor's End. We are gathered here today for a somber purpose. On Lord Thrune's behest, I recently took command of the town Guard. The men you see behind you have decided that Lord Thrune's commands do not apply to them. Such an act... Is treason." Anna paused as a gasp ran through the crowd. A woman cried out from the back, clutching two children to herself. Anna bent her head to Curtis, standing nearby. "That woman, who is she?" "The wife of Halford" Curtis said, gesturing to the man that Anna had spoken to earlier. Anna continued "The penalty for treason as you all well know, is death." Another anguished sob from Halford's wife.

"People of Anchor's End! Never doubt that your Lord has the best intent for you. Were it my choice, these men would not live to see another dawn. But Lord Thrune has interceded upon their behalf. He has asked that we forgive the slight against him, that we move towards a brighter future together. But such treason cannot go unpunished! For if it does, we will fall to chaos and all that we hope to accomplish will be lost." Anna walks to the prisoners. She presses her hand to the first man's forehead. "And so" she says to those assembled "they will bear the mark of their treason." As Anna removes her hand, a glowing brand remains imprinted on the man's forehead. Anna quickly walks to the others and does likewise. "Guardsmen, you may release them. They are free to rejoin those in the town that will have them, stained by cowardice as they are." As Halford walked mutely towards the edge of the stage Anna grabbed his arm in a vice like grip "Do not confuse mercy for weakness, or the last sight you see on this earth will be my blade cutting you down. Armegier Donary requires your horse. He will take it as payment for your crimes, and if you are very lucky, he may return it." Anna hissed through clenched teeth. She released the man, and turned back to the crowd. "The guard is here to serve you, the people. Know that when you have need of us, we will be there, as strong as ever. Those that think otherwise will find themselves sadly mistaken."

Anna leaves the stage, motioning to the guardsmen to follow her. Nothing changes about the routine of those remaining in the Guard after the announcement. The majority, still loyal, train each morning, and continue the guard rotation throughout the city. What the costs of Anna's actions were, only time would tell, but for the moment, normalcy had returned somewhat.

[Stormageddon]

Cid Donary was wondering why he had come to see the fate of these guards, or ex-guards as the case maybe. They had told the hellknight that they feared his taking over of the guard because it might upset the Thrune... Cid hoped the irony of what was about to happen was not lost on the people of Anchor's End.

Then it began Gods Anna was beautiful, and masterfully handling the folly of her master. If things were different she would've made a wonderful Hellknight. She still might one day. It seemed her master would not be compounding his mistake by executing these man today. Still if they had a brain in there head they would be leaving Anchor's End; tonight if possible. Cid doubted that Thrune would be so inclined to forgive and forget as to leave these men in peace for long. Most disturbing to Cid was that Thrune was not presence at this sentencing. If a man was going to sentence, any sentence, he should do it himself. Not leave it to his subjects to carry out while hiding.

Cid left the scene without saying a word.

Later that night Cid would seek out those men, and "suggest" that leave town immediately. Being executed for not following orders, even if the orders were not legal, was one thing, but being murdered in secret for the pride of Thrune was another thing. Plus Cid would not see Anna take part in murdering people.

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus had been seeing the strangest of reports coming from the colony: sources had told him that Anna, the slave woman who took over the volunteer guard, was not only keeping her power as the head of the guard intact but also killing basically everyone who opposed her.

That worried him and impressed him at the same time.

He was quickly realizing that the colony would become a very unpleasant place for him if he broke really any law; he guessed he would have to lay low for now. In the meantime, he had been told that Cid Donary was planning to head out of the colony to explore and adventure in unknown lands; Aeolus wanted to join him in this expedition. Aeolus headed out of his office and into the town the next morning in an attempt to find the hopefully calm Hellknight.

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End


Anna's public "mercy" helped stabilize things momentarily. However, word of her unlawful confiscation of goods cast a deeper shadow upon the early days of her ascension as the Captain of the (now ironically named) Volunteer Guard. Her status as a slave was enough alone to cast suspicion and disdain toward her new leadership position, she would have to be very careful not to destabilize things in Anchor's End by acting arbitrarily rather than according to Chelaxian law and tradition.



Big Woods


Some former guardsmen and their families have arrived at Arcenwold to carry the tale of Anna's tyranny to the folks there. The public humiliation and disfigurement of men who were very respected in the community did not go over well to say the least. One of the more vocal self-described advisers to the Lady has suggested that Anna's unlawful confiscation of private property without due process should be publicly denounced by decree, so that a case for future war might be made against the Thrune Prince should it be necessary later.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

Shock was visible on Leanora's face about all the news from Anchor's End. What were they thinking there? At the moment, she was no longer just happy to be here in Arcenwold because she could build up something from the ground, but because she was far away from such disrespectful code of conduct.

It was at one of the campfire meetings after a hard day's work of labour. People who had come from Anchor's End had joined the campfire and its informal setting. Complaints had stirred on their situation and Leanora wanted to ease their mind.

"Men, women and children, you are all welcome here in Arcenwold. The news you brought saddens my heart. To see people who dedicate themselves to the law and the people be humiliated so, it pains me.

Former members of the Volunteer's Guard, know that the mark you now bear will fade in a month's time, here in Arcenwold, for here you are out of reach of the influence of the one who cast this spell upon you. It is not a mark of treason, but a spellcaster's mark. None of you are traitors. You were part of a Volunteer Guard and you willingly offered your time and effort to the sake of the people, which is commendable. You saw a slave take with force what no slave should have and stood against it, valueing the order of Cheliax and its traditions. This is your good right, as volunteers! Your heart is at the right place and now I am happy to welcome you here in the Big Woods, in Arcenwold, and I hope we can provide you with the right place to live."

During their stay, she also tried to point some of the Volunteer Guard's in the direction of Basil Kynodes and his activities around a courthouse, as their predisposition towards order may be of great asset to such efforts.

She also tried to ease her vocal self-described advisor, again explaining how decrees mean little from a thorp and that they are tools belonging to larger provinces, with actual economies. However, she would write a letter to Lord Thrune about the horse concerns. Not as official, but may turn out to be effective. Or not, time will tell.

[Stormageddon]

Aelous does find a calm Hellknight. Cid had just finished reading a letter, and crumples the letter as the Tiefling enters Fort Dire. Speaking of the devil.

What is it you want Aelous?

Cid listens to the "Problem Incarnate" speak his wishes to join him on Cid's quest. Silence fills the room for minutes after Aelous is finished. What, oh what should Cid do with this man. Cid immediate reaction was to choke the man to death with his bare hands. But that would not be best to murder this man in his own home, and it would be good to have this man under watch instead of running amok. Say they say keep your friends close, and you enemies closer... Which was running very true for Cid since he was unsure if he had any friends in this town.

That's fine... You may leave now.

And once again Cid needed to take a bath.

[Fairfield]

The arrival of the remnants of the Volunteer Guard was a surprise. Basil had not been aware of the extent of the state of affairs in Anchor's End, and the information they provided proved enlightening. He pondered the circumstances of his patron, Lord Cid. The recent developments likely left him in less than ideal circumstances... but with Basil in Arcenwold, there was little that he could do to aid his master.

Aeolus also came to mind. The freedom-loving Tiefling likely found the state of Anchor's End untenable. Basil smirked as he imagined Aeolus's discomfort, but his pleasure was fleeting.

Usually, Basil spent several hours per day reading law books and taking down notes regarding Chelaxian court procedures -- and potential improvements that could simplify the process for a smaller settlement such as Arcenwold. Then, he made a point of spending time amongst the people of the thorp.

Today, though, Basil sought out members of the Volunteer Guard. Several had come to him with some knowledge of his intention to create a court system. Basil had immediately seen their potential usefulness. True, these people were in disfavor in Anchor's End, but Arcenwold was hardly Anchor's End. There would be political ramifications from his decision to associate with the former Guards, but Basil hoped that his relative isolation from the focus of the recent intrigue would help lessen those consequences.

After some time strolling through Arcenwold and greeting the citizens, Basil caught sight of one of the men who had come to speak with him about his courthouse. Basil smiled genially -- an expression that was becoming increasingly familiar to his face -- and approached the man.

"Excuse me -- you might remember me. I'm Basil Kydones; we spoke after you arrived here. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about how the legal system in Anchor's End worked before our ship arrived. The lady of Arcenwold has asked me to implement a court system here, and I'm attempting to find out what might work best for this province."

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[Stormageddon]

Cid comes at dawn horse in hand during one of Anna's daily sword practices with the "Volunteer Guard." He watches until they are done. It's impressive they are actually getting better some better then others.

You! You swing your sword like you're sweeping your mother's floor. Adjust your grip. No not like that! Like this. Ok better, in a couple of more centuries you might be an able warrior.

As the practice ends the Hellknight approaches the captain of the guard... As soon as enough people are around to over hear of course.

Captain Anna... We must get you a last name... This horse will not met my needs. It's not trained, and obviously used to a smaller, weaker, and less skilled rider.

Thank you for lending me this horse. You serve Cheliax honorably! Even if this horse does not.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna allowed a smile to play across her face at Cid's comment. The guardsmen who showed to morning drills were her most loyal, but reinforcement never hurt. "Thank you for your help, Sir Donary. Perhaps when you return, you might help me by showing these men how real warriors spar?" Anna says, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She pulls aside Cid after the practice. Out of earshot though not sight of most of the guardsmen. "Be safe on your journey and return home to me quickly" Anna's hand clenches, yearning to reach out to him, but this is not the time nor the place, not with so many eyes watching. "When you return, will you accompany me to Arcenwold? I mean to see this nag returned to its 'rightful'" she spat the word "owner. It might also be a chance for you to meet with your compatriot - Basil, yes?"

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam spends his time solidifying his hold on the religious holdings in Anchor's End. Tending the flock as it were. He begins to talk of expansion into another unclaimed territory, talking it up to the common people as a divine expansion mandate.

Rule holding [roll0]

[Stormageddon]

Cid smiles Yes I'll gladly come with you to Arcenwolf. It will be good to see the new province, and Basil. Fear not I shall return as soon as possible.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

Arcenwold was now a proper Thorp, with homes for the families and in its extended influence homesteads in the Big Woods. It was a tranquil living between the trees of the forest, a small and humble new beginning. For now, Leanora wanted to keep this peace, bring some calm to the people, let them settle properly in their new homes, before seeking further expansion. Instead, she started to focus on an aspect of Arcenwold, one which would definitely help when Arcenwold was bound to grow again.

The Arch, a Construction Guild.

With the help of her illusion spell, she had shown her fellow builders the design for the Guild House of the Arch. Work was now underway, with the best builders in Arcenwold putting in their effort. She sought to unite them under the common banner of the Arch, combining their expertise and enriching it, so that any future construction efforts would be tackled much more effectively. The Construction Guild would at its core be a guild of builders, of worksman and architects, but its scope would be broader than that. It would also oversee the acquisition, production and transportation of construction materials being brought in, and ensure that the tools of the trade can be made or purchased. For Arcenwold, Leanora envisioned it to become the base of its economy, at least at the start. The current efforts would be the fundaments upon which it could be build.

And to ensure those fundaments were stable, she desired any production to take into account the current situation, the environment and the future. Lumber to be gained with forestry, planting new trees as the old trees are cut down, to ensure a healthy relation with the land and an unending supply of resources, as well as tool production geared towards supplying what was needed and not overextend the means of resource infux. When crafting, care should be taken not to waste materials, for the most efficient use of them.

There had been an alternative. She could have dedicated her efforts to further building up Arcenwold and the surrounding land, possibly making use of interest from the Second Ship. It might have worked out well, but in the end she opted against it. Basil Kydones was still busy with his efforts, trying to establish a courthouse, and she did not know how long it would take, as there seemed to be some difficulties there. Without the fundaments of a Law Holding to keep order, and the season not yet passed, she felt that a moment of calm would be best, where she could focus on creating a Construction Guild to hopefully assist in the further development of the province next month.

This aligned greatly with her dream, to build up Arcenwold with the Arch.

[Toxic Mind]

Anna and Cid head off from Anchor's End, leading the horse towards Arcenwold. Before she leaves, Anna visits Curtis and places him in command in her absence, telling him to head the words of Xander ass if they were her own until she returned. Anna knew that under Curtis' capable hand, practice would continue and the men would not become lazy. And so early in the morning, she left the port town. The Journey to Arcenwold was a little over 3 days, and Anna enjoyed the time alone with Cid. Despite the relative wildness of the journey, it passed without incident, and Ann arrived in Arcenwold.

She made her way quickly to Leanora, ignoring the stares and glances from many of the civilians in the thorp. She left Cid at the gate to attend to his own business, figuring herself safe enough in this place, even given the fact that many of the dissident guardsmen had come here. "Lady Justilarc, I am glad to see that your town flourishes. I bring you this horse, to be returned to its rightful owner, who I believe now resides in your town. I trust that I can leave it with you and see it returned to him, I doubt he would appreciate seeing me. However, if you will have me, I would stay a while and talk."

[Stormageddon]

Cid was quite interested in this journey for his own reason. One, he would keep Anna safe. He knew that the dangers of the wilds were now very really even organized, The Falcon was still out there, and Cid longed for another confrontation with his men. Next time would be different. Next time Cid would be ready. The wounds he had received had healed up nicely, but Cid would have a scar on his shoulder to remind him of his defeat.

Two, Cid was interested in the progress of Basil. The progress of Cid and his bannerman had not progressed in the way Cid had hoped, and Cid was now going to have to play the game of catch up.

Three he was interested in speaking more with Mistress Builder. Hopefully the Lady would be more honest in her dealings than the Thrune.

The three days pasted very comfortably with the most pleasant presents of the Lady Anna. Cid informed her of the bandits and informed her about their leader calling him or herself ridiculously "The Falcon." He shared stories of his adventure.

Disappointingly no bandits were found on this journey, but atleast Anna was with him, and they had some quality alone time.

Once he reached the Throp; Cid stood tall next to Anna staring down men who cast dark looks her way. Cid and Anna parted ways and Cid went to see Basil. Cid pasted the so called new building referred to by the locals as "The Arch," Cid was impressed by the going ons of the people working within.

Hello Basil, how are things in Arcenwold? What do think of the Mistress Builder?

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

The arrival of both Anna and Cid came as a surprise to Leanora. She had not expected either to visit Arcenwold in the Big Woods. Especially not Anna and she feared how the people would react to her arrival. The rumours had painted her particularly black and interaction would need to be handled carefully, to say the least. But here she was, showing up while Leanora was dressed in her work clothes, busy with

Leanora took a deep breath as she left her activities behind and stepped in front of Anna, listening to what she had to say. Upon hearing she had come to return the horse, she was pleasantly surprised, though she made sure to remain formal. "Greetings, Anna. You have my gratitude for bringing the horse back. I will see to it that the horse returns to Halford, the rightful owner." That this was Halford's horse was of little doubt. Leanora looked at Anna, trying to discern how she felt about it. "I believe you are correct, it would be best if I handled the return. Stories of your actions have reached the Big Woods, and they are not pleasant. Your presence here will not please the people here, but I hope this action will at least soften the view the people here have of you. You are free to stay here and rest up, as hospitality demands. However, I desire no troubles here, and I hope you have no such desires either." Subtly, she tried to make Anna aware that prolonged presence here might cause troubles if the people did not take the news well, nor such scenario's in Anchor's End as the news had brought them.

"Let's talk later, I believe some matters should be handled first." And with that, she gently gestured towards the horse. "A horse to be returned. Do you wish for me to say anything in specific to Halford?"

[Toxic Mind]

"Only that Anchor's End thanks him for his past service and wishes him luck in his future endeavors." Anna said calmly. Anna addresses Leanora "Once our business and Armegier Donary's is concluded, we will be on our way. It worries me to be away from my city for so long. Cedric is a capable lieutenant, but he has little in the way of original ideas. I will see you tonight, where we can discuss things out of the public eye. " A glint of humor appears in Anna's eye. "I promise to not try and bewitch you."

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

"I'll be sure to pass it along. Until tonight. I'd also like to see Armiger Donary before the two of you leave. And thanks for that promise." Leanora smirks at the comment. She knows Anna can't bewitch her, but the civilians will have you believe otherwise. She takes the horse from Anna, briefly petting the noble steed before guiding it towards where she thought Halford was. The horse was to be returned to its rightful owner, after all.

Making her way towards Halford, when she found him, she presented him the horse. Stating to him and those present that the horse is hereby returned to him. She explains that Anna has come to bring the horse back, and she relates to him the words of Anna.

[Fairfield]

Basil felt a small smile cross his lips as he saw his Hellknight patron. At the beginning of their journey, he had found it exceptionally difficult to imagine them working together given their conflicting personalities. Now, though, he was happy to see Lord Cid, and greeted the man with an enthusiastic bow.

Unfortunately, Basil did not have good news to impart to Lord Cid. "I regret to inform you, my lord, that my efforts to build a court system have thus far met with failure. Originally, I thought it was a lack of knowledge and capable men, but even after applying your advice and seeking out former members of the Volunteer Guard, I have not been able to set up a system that accounts for the small but growing nature of this thorpe and reconciles frontier life with Chelaxian law. Perhaps I am just not cut out for this."

Basil shrugged his shoulders, and his frustration showed on his face. Although Basil had spent his most recent years on the run, and had come away on the losing end of more than a few encounters, he had always taken pride in his intelligence and competence. The problem before him now vexed him in a way that excaping from Taldor, keeping accounts for House Donary, and even matching wits with Aeolus never had.

Lord Donary had asked about more than his own progress, though. Basil turned his attention to the Chelaxian's other question. "As to Lady Leanora, she seems to be a fair and just ruler. She fosters a close relationship with her people, and wears the title of 'Builder' as if it were a badge of honor. She does not seem weak-minded, although I do not yet know whether her political acumen will be enough to protect Arcenwold in the future. Only time will answer that question, I imagine..."

Basil trailed off. News had reached him from Anchor's End, both from the members of the Volunteer Guard and from those scattered travelers from the Second Ship who had made their way to and through the Big Woods. "How are things in Anchor's End, my lord?" Basil asked.

[Stormageddon]

Cid listened to Basil's story with great interest. Former members of the volunteer guard? They had been punished, but still Cid had very little tolerance for men who dishonored themselves by balking at their duty to the crown, and their social duty to protect Anchor's End just because they disagreed with the decision of their ruler. It was their duty to protect the people. A duty that was extremely important to the well being of Anchor's End. Throwing away down their weapons at the first sign of trouble was all the evidence of their character that Cid needed to judge them weak men. Why Basil would want to work with people of such low resolve was of great mystery to Cid. Still Cid had given the man free reign to pursue his goals the way Basil thought best, and Cid would not show such a failing as those men had by taking back his words.

Basil, I believe in your abilities. You have not failed the house Donary. You are here because it was destined for you to be here. I believe your skills to be up for the challenge. If this was easy then any one would do it. Give it time Basil; we shall conquer this land. I believe you're here to help me in this effort. There is no other choice unless you want to return to Westcrown and report failure to lord father. I think such an encounter would be most unpleasant.

I have not much better news to report from Anchor's End. The Thrune seems to think that matters of law have no meaning in this new world, but it is of no matter. All will be dealt with in time. It seems we may more stability with Mistress Builder as an ally.

[AmusingSN]

Anchor's End


Word of the grand adventure (and subsequent escape from captivity) spread through the colony at Anchor's End. There was some unrest when people realized that the frontier folk were getting organized under some sinister bandit ruler. When the Volunteer Guard was independent, there were few concerns of such organized uprisings, and there is speculation in Anchor's End as to whether it was the reorganization of the Volunteer Guard, the unusual choice of leader, or if it was the rapid changes taking place in the colony that were provoking such chaos in the hinterlands.


Arcenwold


It didn't take long for people to realize that the Witch Slave Anna had arrived among their midst. And in the company of Cid no less. Clearly her enchantments had spread to the noble and brave champion of Chelaxian Justice himself, for why else would he debase himself to her command. He was a Hellknight, for Aroden's sake! Subtle looks and whispers to the Lady of Arcenwold indicated that some of her less-than-helpful subjects wish for her to seize the slave and try her for witchcraft and enchantment against her betters.

I apologize for not having more at this point. The week and a half or whatever its been has thrown me off my game. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Also, its indoor-gardening season here and I've been busy setting up trays and trays of annuals for the greenhouse.

Finally a small confession: Minecraft.

[Dagul Thor'Nix]

Adam sat in the small shrine, writing pamphlets on theology and generally enjoying himself. But what to do about this town? Nothing for it, he had to expand, this was an empire for Gods' sake! He gathered what followers he may and decided to settle in the land to the south down the coast. He wrote letters to those left in Anchor's End explaining his new undertaking and prepared for a week.

Setting off down the road. He would build a cathedral, a real cathedral to Asmodeus. It would be glorious.

[Fairfield]

Basil nodded. His setbacks had begun to gnaw at him, on faith in his own abilities, but Lord Cid's words reassured him. A few months of failure did not negate everything that had come before -- time spent both in Taldor and Cheliax honing his administrative abilities. Although Basil's efforts had not yet come to fruition, his fundamental ability to succeed remained unchanged.

"I will continue to strive to establish a system of law in this province," said Basil. "My resources have been strained by my inability to establish a court system, but I have always felt confident in my financial abilities -- I should not have any problem gathering funds if I need to."

As to Lord Cid's suggestion that Lady Leanora would be a useful ally, Basil offered only an agreeable nod. It was not, Basil believed, his place to offer a firmer opinion. That said, he would favor an alliance between Lord Cid and Lady Leanora. If nothing else, it would make his allegiance to Lord Cid and his position in Arcenwold easier to reconcile.

[Stormageddon]

Cid approved of Basil's answer, and bid Basil farewell.

By talking with Anna Cid found out that Mistress Builder was looking to talk to him. Cid approached the Arch hoping to find her there.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

At the Arch was still work to do to ensure it would run properly in the coming month, so when Cid Donary visited it, Leanora Julistarc could be found there. "Greetings, Armiger Donary. It was a surprise to see yourself and Anna here, and I am happy to see her returning the horse. How was the journey to Arcenwold? I hope the path was safe?" Flying along with Leanora is Cinda, her bird familiar, who fluttered to Cid. "Hi, Cid!" She let out.

[Stormageddon]

Cid bows.

Good evening Mistress Builder, the road was quite safe. Good evening Mistress Bird.

[CharlesMartel]

Aeolus carefully made his way back to his office after narrowly escaping a bandit kidnapping; it seemed that his skills with a bow were not what they used to be. Fortunately, his abilities at evading capture we're very much intact.

The bandits were substantially more organized than he had expected, and land trade along with the colonists's livelihoods were undoubtedly in fairly immediate danger. It was fortunate his trade was sea-based.

He wondered briefly if he should notify the appropriate authorities of the degree to which the Chelaxian colonies were threatened but he figured they would figure it out soon enough. Aeolus briefly made sure his affairs were in order with the assistance of Czasin, and headed off to the Inn to get a drink and try to relax.

He was also pretty sure Liana had less experience escaping from bandits in the way he had, so she was probably slightly more shaken up... It would be good to improve business relations at this important time. And the Inn was a great place to lurk around, so that was a plus.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

Cinda responded with a short cheerful chirp, while Leanora answered in words. "That's good to hear! As you can see, we're hard at work here on the guild hall of the Arch, a construction guild, which is going well. How has the last month been treating you?"

[Stormageddon]

Dire times are afoot in Anchor's End a new villain has appeared organizing the bandits in the region under her flag. He goes by the name 'Falcon'.

[Zweanslord]

Leanora Julistarc

"A villian? Falcon? I haven't heard about him before, nor that much of bandit activity. Can you tell me more about this Falcon? Any do you have idea what the future holds for us in regards to him and his bandits?"