Greybrook Family/Ferdinand/The Turkoman Horse and The Grizzly Bear
This RP between Ferdinand and Vahanian was a discussion between the Grand Templar and his mentor.
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Standing on the steps of the The Holy Basilica of Rines, he knew that the city must of been thriving when the tournament was in session. It had been a very long period of time since he had last had time in the city for his own thoughts. Yet, whilst one problem seemed to be over, another would begin - he had no doubt.
Walking into the street after spending a hour in the temple with his thoughts, his mind wondered again. He had not visited the Templar Nexus in months. Therefore, he walked the cobbled streets through his familiar walk, passing the usual sites and sounds. It was rather odd that in his time here, he had not seen another noble. Whilst he was not a betting man, it would not be too long before one did... | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| With the Nexus only a few streets away from the Basilica, it was a short work that Ferdinand tended to enjoy. Rines was one, if the only city that he could feel relatively at ease. Every other region he visited, the paranoia of a lifetime fighting always took him for a ride. He remembered one such instance back in Dwilight where bandits came from the south and attempted to attack his family's noble convoy. Obviously, he was but a boy back then but his training only made it more certain that threat was round every corner...
Round that corner, he noticed two nobles he knew VERY well. By the stables, his mentor tended to what appeared to be a Turkoman horse. In comparison to the workman like ethic of the ex-Grand Templar now Duke, he saw the Countess relax by the fountain. The luxurious purple was completely out of place but appropriate for her surroundings. "Typical..." Ferdinand muttered under his breath. He was never at ease when the Inquisitor was around. The woman made him on edge. While there was a mutual respect there, a subtle feeling dwelt that could resemble nerves - not that Ferdinand knew what these feelings were. It was in weather such as this and situations like this where Ferdinand pondered the shaved head that he had promised himself one day. Knowing that he could not approach either without alerting the other, Ferdinand simply walked towards the stables while openly acknowledging the presence of the Inquisitor. Suprised that Mariana did not make a approach, Ferdinand continued. Once arriving at the at the stables, Ferdinand stopped probably a few feet away from the Duke and saluted as Ferdinand always did: "Mentor, I was on my way to see you. I..." Ferdinand may of continued his sentence but he instantly knew that it was perhaps wise to let the older man finish his grooming before any official business began. Watching the Duke brush across the animals coat, Ferdinand let himself wonder around the horse. Letting himself relax, Ferdinand spoke: "Vahanian, I hear that you beat the Marshal during the Oracle's birthday celebrations - I wish I could have been there." A small chuckle came from the other side of the horse as Ferdinand took one step at a time, almost patrolling their conversation: "I was initially suprised however that Lord Agamemnon best you in the second round. Perhaps he has a greater potential than I initially placed upon him. I should talk to him about joining the Templar Order - he may have a rich future in service of Obeah." Turning back around to face Vahanian, he awaited his reply while anticipating the welcome interruption from his fellow nobles... | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian was amused that Ferdinand stopped himself mid-sentence. He wouldn't have all together minded if Ferdinand had continued, but did appreciate the man diverting to some simple small talk while Vahanian continued his task.
Vahanian's head poked up above the horse's back as he looked at his friend and said "I beat Antonia in the first round, lost in the second, and lost to Maura at the party.." There was an odd calm about the way Vahanian described the events. He brushed down the mane of his horse and rubbed the creature affectionately down his face and nose.
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| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| It was frustrating to Ferdinand that Vahanian knew him so well. However, he thought that same familiarity would work both ways. As the sun shone down on the man in his late 70's, Ferdinand didn't truly know what to say. Yet, he tried anyway:
"I have never been good at small talk mentor. Therefore, I will be as straight as I can be. You have been... quiet... in the last few weeks. Even before Maura's return nor Duchess Jessica stepping down, which we have still yet to discuss, you are alot more secluded than I have known you to be." Sitting down on the stool next to Vahanian, the smell from the rag penetrated his nostrils like the plague. In comparison to the smell of rotting undead, this smell was far more artificial and harder to digest. Leaning into Vahanian, Ferdinand spoke: "What is currently or has been on your mind mentor? I have noticed the change in your behaviour." Looking out to the fountain, not noticing Mariana there anymore and quickly back again, Ferdinand watched Vahanian's face to notice any emotion that flickered across them. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus was doing his daily rounds around the Basilica, he had just finished signing some papers and dealing with a minor dispute between the Stone Masons Guild and the Woodcutter Guild, it was quite amusing to the Steward, the two old guild leaders bickered like two housewives, if housewives sounded like parrots, that thought brought a small chuckle.
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| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Mariana opened her right eye just in time to see Duke Vahanian approaching the stables, she nodded back politely however paid him no mind. As she began to close her eye, she caught sight of something far more interesting.
Ferdinand had made an appearance. He had begun his approach to the duke. An opportunity she would not miss. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and stretched, quietly moving towards the pair. Scheming with her mind, considering every option. Finally, she set her mind on an idea. Casually, she continued to step towards the pair, ensuring she was out of eyesight of Ferdinand. With one quick motion, timing it perfectly with the arrival of Steward Marcus, she swooped in and linked her arm around Ferdinand's. She gripped tightly around him, ensuring he would be aware of her presence. "Duke Vahanian, Grand Templar Ferdinand, Steward Marcus. It is good to see you all are well. I hope you do not mind me joining, I have not seen the handsome Ferdinand in so long." She put sarcastic emphasis when she spoke Ferdinand's title. "I am soon to depart once again and seeing Ferdinand, I did not want to miss him again." A sly smile crept across her face. She politely dipped her head towards the duke, a common sight of courtesy. However she gripped tighter against Ferdinand's arms, this time weaving her fingers into his hand gently caressing his palm. | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| There was a matter of seconds, a few counts where Vahanian used the opportunity to speak just before the chaos of the situation flooded the stables.
Steward Marcus, as diligent as the first night that they had met and Countess Mariana, linking her arm within his. Taking the matter as if nothing was wrong, he opened the conversation to the two nobles: "Steward Marcus, Countess Mariana, it is certainly a surprise to see you both in Rines on this hot summer's day. As you can see the Duke and I were just having a conversation about recent events." Turning to the Steward himself, Ferdinand asked: "How was the Farseer campaign abroad Steward? I obtained the report from Marshal Antonia but I would appreciate the first hand account too." Ferdinand made some effort to shake the young woman off his arm. Yet, by the end of his sentence, Ferdinand resigned himself that as he was in good company, there would be no need to make a point of removing the Countess from his arm and ruin the conversation. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus sighed as Ferdinand asked about his recent campaign,
“Well enough for the others, I had to leave early to make it back for the elections, might I add the purple of the priest doesn’t look good on me” he laughed at his jest. Then he felt remorse as he thought on the campaign, that cursed campaign, “But I will speak plainly, It was a disaster on my part, my men suffered total casualties, only two came back to the boat with me and they both died at sea, If only I had left with the rest of the Farseers” he sighed and wiped a single tear from his eye, “But that is in the past” He then flashed Mariana a smile “How have you been Mariana, I haven’t seen you since that day at the Tournament, speaking of Tournaments” Marcus looked at the Duke “Vahanian, I hope you are well, I haven’t seen you since you unsaddled me in the joust.” He hoped his rapid speaking didn’t make it too hard for the others to follow, he couldn’t help but smile, he was with his friends. A moment of doubt followed this thought, were these his friends, he most certainly hoped so. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian worked the rag around the saddle with a deft hand, Ferdinand posed a question to him and stared at Vahanian. He maintained his normal stoic mask on the surface but underneath he was pleased with his pupils diligence. He was learning to read faces.
Within the span of a few moments, the Steward and Countess Mariana both swooped into the area and conversation. Vahanian continued his work, switching rags for a third time and opening an even worse smelling liquid and pouring it into the third clean rag. He began working the liquid into the leather of the saddle with vigor. He smiled at the steward and inclined his head, he did the same at the countess. He raised a quizzical eyebrow as she slid her palm into his, and suppressed a chuckle as he saw Ferdinand nearly jump out of his boots in either shock or embarrassment. Vahanian shot Ferdinand a look that indicated their conversation will continue later, once they were alone. He continued puffing on his pipe and working the leather of his saddle. | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Ferdinand watched the steward talk. While he was not as adept as the Duke in reading people, the conscious change of mood and feeling was noticed, as well as the rapid speaking. Taking a moment to contemplate his actions, Ferdinand stood up from his seat, just managing to get the Countess off his arm and took a few steps away from the group. The ease from his shoulders started to tighten - something was missing. With a assertion of authority yet keeping the conversation as social as it could be, Ferdinand asked: "Tell me Steward Marcus, how did the expedition fare beyond this? You were instructed if I am correct to obtain gold and food for the theocracy as well as investigate the Unholy Order. Did you get to Wudenkin and investigate the temple or its ruins?" | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus just shook his head,
"I am sorry my friend, no Farseer set a foot into that dammed city, We did not steal neither food nor gold, at least I didn't, the Marshal Fitz Roberts said no looting or raiding, She went ahead to look for the richest target, She said it was the city." Marcus paused as he tried to remember the name of the region they made it too before it all went downhill, Vale, that was it. "We made it to Vale and then we waited a few days, the Marshal ordered us to move out, I took to long getting ready to leave and we were caught off guard by a large horde of Monsters, My men charged into the ranks of the monsters, giving the archer time to fire upon the enemy but once my men broke, the archers were slaughtered." He then sighed "I also lost the Swift Lance, a relic I brought not 2 weeks prior to the campaign, I have hired a Adventurer to retrieve it but, there was already a Thalmarkin Adventurer there, they likely took the lance." He then waited for a response. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus then slapped his forehead and realised he forgot the most important part of the question that Ferdiand was asking "And no, sorry, we didn't enter the city except maybe the Marshal, we didn't investigate the ruins or temple, I am sorry." Marcus had yet again spoke quickly, quicker then before even, He hoped everyone still understood him. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| He then flashed Mariana a smile “How have you been Mariana, I haven’t seen you since that day at the Tournament, speaking of Tournaments”
When Ferdinand finally broke free from her grip, she couldn't help but smile. She resigned herself to stand opposite him, continuing to listen to the conversation. She folded her arms and leaned slightly further into her right leg, tilting her head slightly. "Tell me Steward Marcus, how did the expedition fare beyond this? You were instructed if I am correct to obtain gold and food for the theocracy as well as investigate the Unholy Order. Did you get to Wudenkin and investigate the temple or its ruins?"
"We made it to Vale and then we waited a few days, the Marshal ordered us to move out, I took to long getting ready to leave and we were caught off guard by a large horde of Monsters, My men charged into the ranks of the monsters, giving the archer time to fire upon the enemy but once my men broke, the archers were slaughtered." He then sighed "I also lost the Swift Lance, a relic I brought not 2 weeks prior to the campaign, I have hired a Adventurer to retrieve it but, there was already a Thalmarkin Adventurer there, they likely took the lance."
"That is a terrible shame, Sir Marcus. Both for your men and your item. With luck, maybe you will find a chance to replace it. I hear you have taken up the priestly robes? I must say I am surprised. Though I hear you are a remarkable bureaucrat." She smiled towards him, hoping to ease the tension. | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus smiled at the Countess, grateful for her kind words "Obeah willing that Adventurer will soon send me a letter telling me they have retrieved it."
Marcus then thought to his short time as a priest, it was mostly spent praying and preaching around the city "Yes for a time, But I do not think it is for me, my time of swing my sword for Obeah is not yet up, I think I have a few thousand more enemies before I will put my sword up again." He chuckled slightly at his own jest "and I thank you Mariana, I am glad you think I am a good bureaucrat, I do try my best." He then realised something and he smiled, excitement written all of his face "I just remembered, I have been working on a project, a new hall in the Grand Temple, If you three want I can show it too you all." He looked at all three nobles as he spoke, a grin on his face the entire time. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian had been working the leather the entire time the conversation carried on around him. The smoke from his pipe wafting through the air swirling around him like a veil.
He removed the stopper from his final bottle which released an oddly leather-like aroma into the air, he held the bottle over the end of his pipe, letting the small ember and smoke slightly warm the liquid in the bottle before pouring the slightest drop onto a clean rag. Marcus offered to show them a project he'd been working on and Vahanian smiled at the man and politely declined saying "Perhaps another time, my young friend. I must make preparations for my journey back to the White Citadel." He began working the cloth around the leather with an expert hand. He looked up at Ferdinand and said "Grand Templar, If you're going to see the Steward's project, do come see me in the nexus before I leave.. If you're not going to see it, would you walk with me to the Nexus?" | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Ferdinand listened to the steward depict the Farseers expedition once again. It seems that the investigation would require the Inquisition. Turning his head to Mariana, whom has just undone her hair, it took a few more counts before he continued:
"I would like to assume then that the Inquisition would be investigating the temple - it isn't really the best of purposes for the Farseers. Not yet at least." Listening to the replies and the invitation of the Steward, his mind was still preoccupied with the previous conversation with the Duke: "If it is alright with you Steward, I would like to visit the project perhaps later this afternoon or evening when the sun has gone in. I have a few matters of the Templar Order to settle with the Duke." Standing up and looked briefly to his mentor. Often, their body language was enough to depict intentions. Casting a look to the other two nobles there, his eyes portrayed a greater story and idea came to his mind: "After this, perhaps this could be a opportunity for a famous Daubeny evening for the nobles in Rines? I would enjoy hearing the different renditions of the tournament - there are also nobles whom I know are in the city but I have not met in some months and new arrivals as well." Despite what he has previously said, he did enjoy the last evening they hosted. Lots of different nobles discussing different things. Perhaps this one will be far more low key... | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian finished his work with the saddle and returned the rags and bottles to a satchel in a neat and orderly fashion. He stood, dusted his hands off on his trousers and bowed his head first to Mariana and then to Marcus saying "My Lady, Lord Steward, If you'll both excuse me, I must return to the nexus. It has been a lovely chat, if either of you are ever near Grehk, do please stop in, there will always be a warm welcome awaiting." He hoisted his saddle with ease and looked at Ferdinand and said "I'll be with the stable master when you're ready, my friend." Ferdinand nodded and Vahanian walked into the stable to presumably deposit his saddle into storage until he was ready to ride. | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Mariana watched and listened to the conversation unfold. She noted how preoccupied the duke was and the tension in the air. Realizing she may have disturbed an important conversation, she perked up at the stewards request.
He then realised something and he smiled, excitement written all of his face "I just remembered, I have been working on a project, a new hall in the Grand Temple, If you three want I can show it too you all."
She looked at the reactions of the two. She smiled towards the young steward before offering her hand. Ferdinand's next question surprised Mariana. "After this, perhaps this could be a opportunity for a famous Daubeny evening for the nobles in Rines? I would enjoy hearing the different renditions of the tournament - there are also nobles whom I know are in the city but I have not met in some months and new arrivals as well."
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| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus gave a smile to the Countess and took her offered hand 'Come then let us leave Ferdiand to his business with the Duke"
He gave a final nod to Ferdiand before leading Mariana into the Grand Temple, It was clean as it normally was the banners of Obia'Syela hung from the walls, Marcus soon realised he was still holding Mariana's hand, he let of her hand clearly embarrassed. He then smiled again "The New Hall is this way" | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| With the regards of the Steward, Ferdinand got up from his stool, gave a nod to both nobles in front of him:
"I shall see you then later this evening. Enjoy your visit." Heading in the direction of the Duke, the beating sun continued to rain down on the stable house as the Grand Templar found his mentor holding a brief discussion with the stable master. Quickly noticing his approach, the master immediately bowed then proceeded to tend elsewhere in the stable. Resting on the beam beside Vahanian, their conversation continued: "Mentor, to resume our conversation previously, would you be able to answer my previous question?" | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian had an odd twinkle in his eye when talking with the stable master, Ferdinand walked in and couldn't help but notice that twinkle vanish in a heartbeat. The stable master made his excuses and vanished from sight. Vahanian nodded at Ferdinand and turned to his horse one last time, Ferdinand asked his question and Vahanian stroked the muzzle of his horse and muttered something in a language with which Ferdinand was unfamiliar. The horse seemed to relax at Vahanian's word. He gave the creature one last affectionate pat on the neck before turning back to Ferdinand.
The gentleness that had been so apparent between Duke and horse was replaced with the familiar cold steel that Ferdinand was so accustomed to. "Walk with me." Vahanian said. Had it been any other noble, Vahanian might have phrased it as more of a question and Ferdinand might have taken offense at the tone of command in Vahanian's voice. However, between these two friends, animosity was quickly and often snuffed out with respect and understanding. They had simply been through too much together to let old habits bar the way of continued friendship and collaboration. The two fell in line, from a distance and watching the two men walk side by side, one might be hard pressed to discern which man was which, especially if one was unfamiliar with either. Their gait was nearly the same, a lifetime of military service instills certain attributes into a man, they both folded their hands behind their backs, their shoulders were squared, and their stride were leisurely but with purpose and care. If one was of keen eye, one might realize that from the man on the right, there streamed the occasional puff of smoke. As the two men walked towards the Templar Nexus, Vahanian was quiet for a long time, he could sense Ferdinand's worry and anticipation. Both men knew that it had been too long since they had council-ed together, and Ferdinand knew Vahanain well enough not to pry, just yet. "I am more secluded, mostly by design.. You know me well, my friend, I lost two duels in the span of nearly two days. I needed time alone to think after that..." There was a tone in Vahanian's voice that Ferdinand rarely heard, it wasn't so much pride as it was shame. "Maura's return was...unexpected.. and yet welcome. I've missed her firm hand in the realm. Lord Kethan's arrival was cause to celebrate, an old friend he is. Something of a mentor to me, once, a long time ago. He cared for Stheno before I did. He is unwell, and I fear Obeah will take him from me before we've had time to do a great many things together." Vahanian and Ferdinand both knew that Vahanian was circumventing the questions posed by Ferdinand. Ferdinand let it slide for now, expecting Vahanian to get to the point eventually. Vahanian continued, "Duchess Jessica stepping down, was surprising, and one I hope is rectified soon. She is sequestered away in the White Citadel. I have personally overseen her safety and comfort. She will be well cared for while she...is away.." Vahanian and Ferdinand wound their way down the steps of the Nexus into the depths of the Templar home. They arrived at the entrance to Vahanian's study within the Nexus and both men entered. Vahanian poured himself a tea and offered a wide array of beverages for Ferdinand to choose from. The two men sat opposite one another and Vahanian continued puffing his pipe. "Now we arrive to Thalmarkin.." A sadness purveyed the air. "I have great conflict in my heart about Thalmarkin. On the one hand, Mordok must be eradicated and purged in fire and blood. On the other hand, Thalmkarin was once my home. It is where my children were born, and where my wife is buried. Tell me my friend, what is your take on the Northern realm?" Vahanian studied Ferdinand for any reaction to Vahanian talking about his family. He was certain that Ferdinand knew about Vahanian's children, but was unsure how much he knew. Smoke wafted around the old duke like a cloud of mystery, and behind it were Vahanian's hazel eyes, shinning with intelligence and a thirst for more knowledge. | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| It was through moments such as these in the stable that cast his thoughts back to the reality of his mentor. The man that he had known since coming ashore was the man whom championed Obeah's vision for the Templars and pushed through. Yet, he was scarred by his past. Relieved of his military duties, it was perhaps now that he had the opportunities or the chance to live some part of his life away from the military.
Walking by his mentors side, Ferdinand knew that there was more to play than his initial comments. However, despite the age gap between them, they were alike in mannerism and shared the common mentality of the Templar Order which they were the tenants of. Keeping in contact such as this was imperative. Their comradeship made their work easy. To Ferdinand, it was more than just regular council, he genuinely cared for the man near to a father like figure as well as friendship. When Vahanian finally spoke and Ferdinand didn't usher a word. The duels were more of a catalyst than a cause. Both of them knew that. The appearance of Maura was one. The ex-Grand Inquisitor and Grey Knight Captain was a respected superior once to him and a comrade to his mentor. There was a twang of perhaps jealously that went as soon as it came upon hearing Vahanian's words. Ferdinand was ultimately groomed and shaped to be Vahanian's successor but continuosly worked to fill his legacy. Nevertheless, there was still parts of Vahanian he did not or would not know. Lord Kethan is a example of that. In some sense, this was what he knew already but Ferdinand appreciated the purpose. Finally finding themselves in Vahanian's study in the Nexus, the accustomed tea drinking, something which he had picked up from the ex-Grand Templar, was noted. When they sat down, the appreciation for the moment changed. There was a heaviness to the conversation. Thalmarkin. Ferdinand perhaps overlooked the significance of the realm to Vahanian until now but the previous weeks began to make sense to him now. Frustrated by his lack of empathy for the subject, Ferdinand answered his mentor: "Mentor, I have no significant opinion on the realm itself. It is stable, has a varied geography and is well populated with nobles whom serve it well." Taking a second to cool his tea, Ferdinand continued: "It is the presence of the Unholy Order which makes it the eye of the guilds of Obeah. I interpret the Order of Mordok as a plague. The source needed to be burnt to the ground before it grew once again. Perhaps I should have sent the Farseers to destroy Thalmarkin once and for all rather than taking Jidington and benefitting on the fortune of rogues to tear the city apart." The topic brought a flow of anger through his veins on the subject. Yet, taking a breath, as Ferdinand spoke once again, he attempted to slowly mitigate the negative emotion: "While we cannot change the past and by Obeah's protection we are here now. If we were to go to Thalmarkin, it would be for the sole purpose of burning the plague, not for its people. The threat of the Daimon invasion must always be..." Ferdinand instantly regretted his final sentence, knowing the history which his mentor had gone through. While they can converse freely, they had never explored this topic beyond the practicalities of realm politics - never on a such a difficult topic. Ferdinand was not even sure if he had spoke about his own background at length with the man he considered to be closest to. Leaning back into his chair, Ferdinand consciously softened his approach: "Mentor, Obeah's vision must come first. While we are all reluctant to war on eachother as humanity, the Unholy Order, regardless of its form, must be destroyed - by whatever our means." | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian measured his pupils response, he weighed the outcome of the conversation and with practiced ease suppressed the emotion that threatened to rise to the surface and cloud his judgement. He was an exceptionally rational man, he prided himself on such, and so when Ferdinand's remarks about Thalmarkin angered him, he was able to peel back the layers and study the intent, not the message. When daimon's were brought up a flicker of annoyance flashed across his face.
Vahanian tented his fingers, and pursed his lips as he listened, he closed his eyes and let Ferdinand's words wash over him. His young pupil understand Vahanian's way of thinking almost as well as Rania or Stheno did. He could also be sure that Vahanian was memorizing every word, every inflection, every tone, and every expression to analyze later. Vahanian opened his eyes and said "No, I don't think dispatching the Farseers would have been wise. They're capable against rogues and monsters and undead, but they've been untested and unblooded against organized armies of man. Despite the Oracle's faith in them, they would struggle, and until I see firsthand, otherwise, I will not be swayed from that mentality." Vahanian sipped at his tea and continued "Don't misunderstand, I fully intend to see Mordok purged from this earth in fire and blood. I have no problem with killing. Especially if it's Daimons or Daimon worshippers. After my wife was..... taken.. I hunted, and 2 months later I returned to my burned out home, at the head of 35 battle hardened soldiers whom I'd just led in hunting down and slaughtering an entire Daimon warband. Those were 35 of the best men I've ever served with. 5 remain. 3 are off with families in the north and 2 are at a posting of their choice in Grehk." Vahanian's eyes cleared a bit and he came back to himself, realizing he'd been rambling a bit. He shook his head and said "War will come, I have no doubt about that. But it will be war you've never experienced before. We will have to march the faithful through a harsher cold than any you've ever felt. Through a land where honor and customs run deeper than tree roots and blood ties. A land where a harsh word or the wrong look will end with you having your throat slit and buried in the hills and not a soul will ever find you. The people of Thalmarkin are forged in Iron and Ice and for every inch of land you take from them they will make you pay in blood and flesh. You have to understand, they won't see you as liberators, they will see you as invaders trying to burn their homes, steal their livelihood, and kill their families. You won't be facing mindless drones, you'll be facing a general who likely has more war experience than you do, and knows how to defend their lands. You'll deal with peasants who would rather die bleeding on their floors then let you into their homes on a harsh winter night. Peasants who would salt and burn their own fields rather then let you take them. I've seen men put their entire families to the sword and burn their houses to ash and dust rather than let Daimons or man take them alive. Thalmarkian's are a different breed of people all together, and if you underestimate them, you will lose." It became very clear to Ferdinand that Vahanian chose his words very clearly, he made it seem like he wouldn't be in Thalmarkin alongside Ferdinand. "I will council this, my young friend, despite what every other member of the faith will likely tell you - especially when dealing with heretics and heathens, sometimes restraint is your strongest weapon." | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Ferdinand suspected the reaction from his mentor and the story that followed. There was a small smile of recongition that came from Ferdinand's lips when Vahanian approved his choice. The spread of Mordok is and should be considered the plague. Choosing Jidington was ultimately the right decision - he knew that. Waiting for the infastructure to settle would of taken too long.
The story of his family came from Vahanian's lips once he had drink his tea. Ferdinand knew most of this story - the Duke had recounted it before. Yet, he had never met the remaining soldiers of that number. Having a sip of his own tea as he listened to his mentor, the talk of war was something he had not experienced. To the Grand Templar, there was always the ongoing war with the Rogue. Fighting man was not something he would ever take pleasure in. Thinking back to his childhood in Giask (Dwilight), Ferdinand never really considered the winters as terribly cold. Hence, he took the words of his mentor seriously in this matter. The tales of the Thalmarkin peasantry and it's nobles may have some truth. Rather than the zealous defiance that the population of the Theocracy held, these peasants held their family and history as their unity. Invasion was something he was used to talk about from the rogue perspective. Yet, invasion from other humans? Ferdinand cracked his knuckles and straightened his back. It would be the first major test that this Theocracy faced since his ascendance to the position beyond the struggles of rogues. It would test their ability to fight, ideals and for some their faith. If Ferdinand has doubts before about his mentors opinion on the subject, it was clear he had none now: "If war comes, you know that I will not underestimate an opposing general and you may not be by my side. That is your fight to pick - you have earnt as such. One of the many lessons I have had the opportunity to learn from leading Obeah's armies is that even the combined forces of Lightbringer and Farseer alike do not form a strong enough core to complete the campaign and achieve great success. To create the best opportunity, we must be prepared. Ultimately, we will have to approach the Vales for their support. There is many of the Heralds among them, maybe even the future ruler. That is not my place however to negotiate that." Taking a hard look at his mentor, which took more than a few seconds, Ferdinand found the right words to say: "One of the Templar phrases of the Oath is that: A Templars seeks to defend life, always. He never kills unnecessarily, and never risks his own life for frivolous, vainglorious reasons. Death before Duty is Failure. I take this principle for any risk. Part of the Templar way is to weigh up what determines the risk and a action must be calculated before hand, not a impulse. A war with Thalmarkin will only occur to destroy the plague which it has infected with minimal loss of life. The Order of Mordok is one of the greatest risks facing our theocracy currently and the lives that could be lost through the their distorted faith without action would likely outweigh the lives lost in war." Whether or not this reassured his mentor or not, Ferdinand could not know. However, he felt that he needed to say one last comment: "War is not the only solution mentor. It is the final solution. Perhaps a solution will be sought before that occurs." | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| ahanian schooled himself to silence while Ferdinand spoke. He drank in every word, waiting, listening. After Ferdinand was finished, there was a long silence, Vahanian just looked at his pupil, tenting his fingers and pursing his lips he thought for a long while.
He was troubled, Ferdinand had made some decent points, but the one that struck him deeply was his observation that Vahanian might not ride into Thalmarkin with the army. How could Vahanian ride against those he once called friends and family? How could he standby and be apart of the destruction of the place he once called home? How could he watch as families were torn from their lands, peasants who formed militia were put to death, looting of wealth and goods? How could he be a part of that? How could he not? He finally broke the silence and said "A war with Thalmarkin will only occur to destroy the plague which it has infected with minimal loss of life." Quoting his pupil, he looked across the desk at this man, his friend, and said "It may start there, but it won't end there, not for them. Even if we are successful in cutting away the cancer of Mordok, we will have invaded homes, stolen lands, wealth, and food. The people won't forget that, they won't forgive it either. War ends the same way a duel does, with one combatant lying dying or dead in the dirt." Vahanian raised a finger to stave off any interruption Ferdinand might have thought about, he wanted to finish his piece first. He quoted his pupil again: "The Order of Mordok is one of the greatest risks facing our theocracy currently and the lives that could be lost through the their distorted faith without action would likely outweigh the lives lost in war." Vahanian sighed before responding and said "Take the faith out of the equation for a moment. Look at this from Thalmarkin's perspective, or rather, an outsider's. The Sacred Realm will be marching half way across the continent to 'Seek out and destroy a cult' that has broken no international laws, nor attacked us on our sovereign soil. No matter the outcome of this war, we will be the aggressors." Vahanian was about to leave it there but before he finished he said something else. "War never ends with minimal loss of life, there will be killing and lots of it. Men you know will die, nobles may even die. You will be killing other men, and maybe even nobles. That should sicken you, it should worry you, it should make you want to avoid the conflict all together." Vahanian realized that he'd started an old habbit once again, he'd been spinning a small knife between his fingers to the end of his pinky and then flipping it back into his palm and repeating the spinning. He jammed the dagger back into it's sheath and continued. "I'm not telling you not to go to war, I'm not even telling you I won't go with you. I'm telling you that you're already underestimating it. It wont be as clean and as noble and honorable as you want. Emotions will flare, you'll get angry, you'll want to burn everything in your path. I'm telling you to avoid that course as best you can. That's what turns men into monsters." | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Ferdinand listen and learnt. There was a reason Vahanian was the mentor. While the Grand Templar was experienced, Vahanian had another lifetime on him. Finishing his tea, he responded:
"Mentor, maybe I have underestimated the length of which these wars shall last. While I respect the long lasting impact of the war, crusade against the Order of Mordok would have to be decreed by the Oracle, and therefore the Will of Obeah. As my duty, I shall carry out her Will as her sword and shield. Yet, it is in my responsibility to advice the Grand Council of the military reality that bleeds into all phases life. This is what I have a better understanding now. For that, I thank you my mentor." Pleased with his new understanding, Ferdinand put his tea to one side and relaxed once again: "Is your intention to leave first light tomorrow to Grehk? It may be some time before we meet again. Or... It could be a matter of a week or two. I was disappointed to miss the Tournament personally and the Oracle's birthday party after. I heard that she announced Lady Stheno there as her heir and the return of Sir Kethan. I should meet them both soon I hope." | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Vahanian Blint | |
| Vahanian felt a visceral desire to protect Stheno, deep in his gut. He couldn't help it. She'd been his charge for too long for him not to get uneasy whenever someone wanted to meet her. He'd had a sinking feeling in his stomach the entire duration of Marcus's party. Always on edge waiting for someone to think her an abomination and try to harm her.
Vahanian had to push those thoughts aside. Before him was a man who was like a son to him, someone who'd done nearly everything that had ever been asked of him, someone who'd earned Vahanian's trust and loyalty time and again. And still. Vahanian couldn't push aside his uneasy feeling. Another thought became blatantly clear to him. Ferdinand and Stheno weren't that far apart in age and he was a handsome young man. He'd led the armies of Obeah and his form reflected a life of military service. Muscles like banded iron across his arms and chest. The thought of the two of them courting...... was like a gut punch. Vahanian did everything he could to prevent himself from going pale. He took a breath cleared his throat and said "I'm sure Lord Kethan would very much like to meet you. I have a feeling the two of you would get along well." | |
| Vahanian Blint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| While Ferdinand did not understand why Vahanian had decided to turn in on himself, oblivious to the real intention behind his mentor's words, he replied promptly:
"Yes I look forward to meeting Lord Kethan. Perhaps during the 1000th day celebrations." Ferdinand then stood up and put down the tea cup and stood almost to attention: "This conversation originally started in question to your state of near silence to the realm. While I have greatly understood and accept alot of the reasons why this was the case, I would like to know that this conversation served us both well. Therefore mentor, if there is something you still would like to tell me, please say so." Ferdinand knew that this was a leading question. While he had genuinely accepted what had been said about Thalmarkin, his skills of reading his mentor were not perfected to the point where he could read his mind. The Duke had been through a great deal in his life, it would not of surprised Ferdinand if there was more to say. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
