Unti Family/Nerta/A1S2
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| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| The Foederati woman had earned a ride in the rumbling cart after saving the horse from a scyther. Hunched over a spear, her cloak pulled tight, she peers about the strange city of towers. Despite the crumbling remains of the outer walls the place was clean, cleaner than Mhed at least. Though that was probably in preparation for the tournament.
A chill draws her attention to the looming stronghold, still marred by the wolf paw, even as she hisses under her breath, “What now?” Twisting about to consider the tournament grounds she nods to herself, before eyeing the repurposed militia barracks anew. She was here for a reason after all, and maybe she could get the proper vantage from a high perch… After all, scuttling into that old stronghold should be child's play. | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
| Roleplay from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| It's good to see knights already arriving for the tourney. Feast and be welcome my friends, the alehouses and dancehalls of Fronepu await your gold and your good humour. | |
| Aibhlidhn Dubhaine (Queen of Ar Agyr, Royal of Ar Agyr, Duchess of Havilmark, Countess of Tepmona) | |
| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Best laid plans...
Swinging around her spear to strike down the last rattler, Nerta sighs and inspects the dusty catacombs in flickering torch light. Did the Valentic Order burrow in every city they entered? First Mhed, then Agyr, and now here… Turning toward the chill Nerta rolls her eyes, “Finally done? She couldn’t have been that great of a conversationalist. Well I’ve finished up so let’s head back upstairs where I can get some stew.” Pulling her cloak back around her as she goes, the young Foederati makes her way back above ground toward one of those famed alehouses that everyone was hawking about. | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
| Report from Achille de Medici | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Free beer at the tavern! Knight Achille de Medici invites everyone for a round of drinks at the local taverns, a great show of his lavishness and hospitality. | |
| Achille de Medici (Knight) | |
| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Oh great, it’s a party.
When she sat down to her victory stew, the cozy alehouse had only a few patrons, but that had changed quickly once the Patrician swaggered in. Slapping down more money than she’d ever seen, this Achille de Medici had called for a round of drinks. That much beer sloshing around drew in quite the crowd of riotous revelers and within minutes a party was well under way. A party that backed Nerta into a corner.. She’d been jostled by a cutesy couple looking to find a bit of space themselves, and at least one frothy flagon emblazoned with a dragon had been thunked down on her table. At this rate someone was going to ask her to dance or worse! Puffing aside a stray hair and keeping her travel cloak pulled tight, the woman eyes her possible routes of escape: The front door was swamped with people, both coming and going; but she could head upstairs and maybe slip out of a window or something. Taking a moment to eye the stuffed shirt, Nerta rises and makes her way for the stairs. | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Nerta had to shove her way through the crowd and duck past a couple in the staircase, but she was able to make it to the top floor despite the calls and shouts of Achille for more beer and the roar that followed.
Wonder what he has to prove? Slipping out with little trouble, the wandering woman makes her way into the city growing ever more festive as the tournament draws near. | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
| Roleplay from Godfrey Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| One could find a man studying scrolls and other iconography in a shaded corner of the marketplace, occasionally sending ravens across the continent. Some say he is the priest of blood, others say he preaches the saviour of humanity. Yet, no one would truly know unless they asked the prophet of Vordulism, which none of the peasants anyway dared to ask. | |
| Godfrey Greybrook (Prophet of Vordulism) | |
| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Something was strange.
The market platz near Achille's party lacked the usual bustle. Maybe everyone was just in the alehouse but then…. The sudden chill set her hairs on edge, pulling her gaze toward the slender man shaded by the tree in the corner. He was reading, so he was probably noble born, yet he did not look the part of a warrior especially in those robes. But despite all of that there was something else about him that seemed, familiar. Ignoring the chill, Nerta glances around the square and frowns in realization. The Plebeians were leaving the man well alone just like they did for her. How…. typical. In a way it is surreal to feel a kinship with a stranger purely on the grounds that they are both excluded. Thoughts of home brought a familiar melody to her fingers as they drum on her spear, Gods she missed them. Stuck here in these alien lands on the outside just like this stranger. She knew nothing of the man really, and yet it looked as though no one else would take the time to learn of him. Pushing aside the contemplation least the homesickness swells to despair, Nerta wavers. Could she afford a detour? The ache pulls her to at least try but… Twisting again to glance toward the old stronghold, Nerta’s ears twitch. Something.. a trumpet perhaps? Had her quarry arrived? Glancing from one to the other she scowls and stalks out of the square. The stranger didn’t look like he was going anywhere and if that was Bob, he probably wasn’t going to sit still for long. | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
