Rea Family/Darren/Rejoining the Faith
Roleplay from Darren Rea Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: inactive Message sent to everyone in Golden Farrow (10 recipients) - 9 days, 19 hours, 31 minutes ago Letter from Korov Rousseau Hail and Well Met,
Is there a man by the name of Rea here? Word has come to me that he seeks to learn about the Elements.
Korov Rousseau Count of Ammando Priest of Verdis Elementum
Letter from Darren Rea Welcome to Golden Farrow, Count Korov. Word travels quickly, doesn't it? I was once of the Elements, a student of the Flame long ago, but my name was removed from the registry when I left the noble circles for a few years. I've been looking for a temple for some time, but the only ones I know of are in D'Haran lands, and they certainly wouldn't let me anywhere near them. Please, visit me in my quarters here in the city at your leisure. We can talk more theology more in depth over a skin of wine.
~Darren
Sir Darren Rea Noble of Tol Goldora
Letter from Korov Rousseau Sir Rea,
It is good to meet you. I hope that this letter finds you well. I shall travel to your quarters at once. You spoke of a past membership in our faith, that is wonderful news. It is a joy in a dark time that we are able to welcome back the faithful of old.
Do you have an interest in following the path of Fire again, or do you wish to try something else?
Regards,
Korov Rousseau Count of Ammando Priest of Verdis Elementum
Letter from Darren Rea Well met as well, Count Korov. Thank you so much for riding all this way from Westguard, just to meet me. Golden Farrow is bleak this time of year, so I'm afraid your visit will be rather boring, as there isn't much for local pastimes until the spring. What dark time are you talking about, Count? The island has calmed, and the Zuma are far from our borders. There is a real big monster problem up north, I'm told, but that is the price of settling in the west.
I think I wish to study Earth or Water nowadays. Twenty years ago, Fire was more my calling, but time hasn't been kind to me, and a less.....direct element would suit me better now.
~Darren
Sir Darren Rea Noble of Tol Goldora
Letter from Korov Rousseau Sir Rea,
The dark times that I refer to are for VE as a faith. To be blunt, we are nearly dead when it comes to nobles in the faith. We have only 3 members including myself. Having you in our ranks will do much good to bolster our ranks.
Would you care for a private sermon?
Korov Rousseau Count of Ammando Priest of Verdis Elementum
Letter from Darren Rea 3 members? Count Korov, that is troubling news indeed. What has happened to VE? Please, meet me in my quarters right away, and I will be happy to return to your flock during a private sermon. It has been much too long.
~Darren
Sir Darren Rea Noble of Tol Goldora
Roleplay from Darren Rea Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: inactive Message sent to everyone in Golden Farrow (10 recipients) - 9 days, 19 hours, 30 minutes ago Roleplay from Korov Rousseau Korov stepped out from the King and Lion Inn and into the street, bracing himself against the blustery winds. His lavender purple cloaks billowing behind him, hood pulled up and clasp firmly secured. His destination, the camp of Darren Rea. A man unknown to him just a few short weeks before, but one who could prove critical in reviving the struggling faith that Korov held so dear. He had lost the letter that Sir Rea had sent detailing how to find him, and would have to rely on memory and luck. He knew that his query was outside the walls of the city and to the north. Sir Rea had spoken of trying his hand at fishing, so he figured that it would be best to set out for the coast. He hoped that Rea had not moved on after receiving no reply.
After walking for what seemed like forever, but the sun said was only about an hour, he reached a stable owned by a local merchant. He bid the man a good morning and paid him one gold, six silver and nine bronze for his services thus far. Walking to the far end he came upon his mount, a modest horse neither the largest, nor the smallest. Strong, but not much more than average. White speckled with grey splotches and a grey mane. He was a fine horse as far as Korov was concerned and had served him well for five years at this point. "Well hello, Pytor. How are you this afternoon?" He patted the horse lovingly and Pytor whinnied in response and bobbed his head up and down. With care Korov fed the stead some oats and watered him until he ceased to drink.
With such chores taken care of, Korov mounted up and set off to the north, glad to finally be mounted and going at speed. Slogging through the city center had taken him far too long for the short distance that he had to cover to get to the stable. In the distance the gleaming white walls of Golden Farrow shone like jewels. He figured it would be less than an hour, perhaps only half of one, before he was out of the city. From there luck took over and he would have to search for the banner that graced Sir Rea's missives. Perhaps, he could start a rumor of a large fish near the coast and draw the elusive noblemen to him, pole and all.
Korov Rousseau Count of Ammando Priest of Verdis Elementum
Roleplay from Darren Rea Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: inactive Message sent to everyone in Golden Farrow (10 recipients) - 9 days, 19 hours, 28 minutes ago The city was cramped, and Darren had about had enough of the noise. He was used to open plains, and quiet forests, not the jungle of stone and wood that city life entailed. Anders and Bernard had both insisted he actually compete in the tournament, and the bruises from a few too eager swings from his fellow knights had put him in a sullen mood. He hadn't meant to win, of course - with the highest placed Goldoran being named the Champion for the Navarch and his council, he didn't want to place high enough to receive more duties - but he certainly hadn't meant to get beaten so thoroughly. In an effort to raise Darren spirits, Bernard had offered to take the nobleman and Anders fishing up the coast. After a small protest, Darren had reluctantly agreed, and the men had left in the wee hours of the morning, leaving a letter behind in case Count Korov stopped by. Darren had been hoping for a visit from the Priest for days, and he'd be damned if some half baked plan of Bernard's was going to scare the Ak'tari Verdi of Verdis_Elementum away.
The morning had been rather uneventful, and the three men had moved up the shore to the treeline to take a late afternoon lunch. Bernard had brought along some bread, a sizable hunk of meat and a bit of fruit, wisely prepared for the catchless morning. They'd talked and ate for several minutes, enjoying the late afternoon sun, when Anders looked over at Darren, with a gleam of mischief in his eye.
"You know, I bet our future fish would go great with some eggs." He pointed to a tree a few yards down the treeline. "And I have been watching several birds go in and out of that tree all morning. Race to see who can collect the most?"
Darren smiled to himself. "Bernard, do you have my climbing hook on you somewhere?" Bernard nearly rolled his eyes, but he handed a long, stout iron hook, and some leather straps from out of a nearby sack to the nobleman. Darren grinned wide as he carefully strapped the hook tight over his mangled hand's wrist and elbow. Anders continued to smile as well, non pulsed by the device.
"Bernard, would you be so kind as to give us countdown?"
Bernard sighed, watching the two men act like children, pushing each other and shouting insults as they raced up the tree. He had thought to protest such reckless behavior, but his Lord really could use a bit of fun sport. He'd been morose since the day Bernard had pulled him from D'Hara's torture suite, preferring to work rather then crack jokes. Bernard still wasn't sure what had happened that had prompted the change in attitude, but it was nice to see a bit of the man he'd met before come out, if only for a foolish game. While Bernard watched the contest, a flash of movement caught his eye. Down the coast, he could see a man slowly approaching on a horse, sticking to the rocks between the shore and the treeline. With a sigh, Bernard turned to get his Lord out of the tree, to meet this newcomer.
Roleplay from Darren Rea Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: inactive Message sent to everyone in Golden Farrow (10 recipients) - 9 days, 19 hours, 27 minutes ago Korov trotted slowly along the coast and soon spotted smoke, Darren's cooking fire no doubt. I prodded Pytor up into a slow gallop and rode on towards the fire. When he arrived he discovered the camp empty, recently abandoned. Pinned to a tree was a letter with a nobleman's seal on it. Korov hopped down and snatched up the letter. With a sigh of relief he folded it up and put it into his pocket. He remounted and set out at full bore back towards the coast.
In little time he spotted Darren and slowed Pytor to a trot. Just as he was about to call out Darren and an unkown man took off running for a tree. Odd... Korov thought. They soon returned with what appeared to be several eggs. Ah that explains it, he thought.
"Sir Darren Rea! Is that you?", Korov bellowed. "Come welcome me with some of those eggs and we will begin your initiation ceremony. I read in your letter that you must be going soon, so I will make this brief. I intend to follow you and spread the faith as we go. We can expound upon today's rituals as time allows. I will not short you the full honors."
With that said Korov jumped down and tied Pytor to a tree near the water so that he could drink freely. He walked over to where Darren was sitting and took a spot across from him on a log. is that irritation on his face? Has he changed his mind about joining the faith? Just then Darren's stomach rumbled loudly. Oh yes, I see. I have cut into his breakfast... I'll have to make it up to him at some point. By the grace of the elements I am not so poor as to not be able to buy a man a decent meal at whatever inn we decide to stop at.
