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) | |
| Roleplay from Achille de Medici | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| It was high time for the drinks to continue pouring. | |
| Achille de Medici (Knight) | |
| Roleplay from Godfrey Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Once a man too mighty to hold his tongue, silence in the mountains taught restraint to the man known as Godfrey, speaking to groups when deemed correct to do so.
As a noble he did not truly know showered drinks for all, Godfrey humbly accepted the gesture and continued observing the crowds with a form of ale. One stopped to stare, were they noble born? No... probably not as otherwise they would of approached? Yet, peasants and their ilk are needed for the great plan. A turn of the observer's heel saw Godfrey continue to watch the market as the trumpets played in the distance. | |
| Godfrey Greybrook (Prophet of Vordulism) | |
| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| So...this was the infamous Bob.
Gripping a windowsill of the old Stronghold in a few places, Nerta peers down from her perch at the unassuming precession. The grey beard riding a black charger was probably the leader of the roving band. Looked pretty comfortable in the saddle and there was a wariness about him that reminded her of a cat. Even relaxed, he seemed ready to ambush something. And play with it. Still he was certainly old though. I mean she’d thought the Old Man was just that, but next to this guy he seemed positively spry. Shielding her eyes from the glare Nerta traces his path through town. At last Bob was out from his manor with only a token handful of, admittedly sturdy looking, guards. Not people to mess with but she wasn’t getting much of a choice if she wanted any sleep. Climbing back down she sets her jaw and heads after the man. Time to get this done. | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
| Roleplay from Yxevarii Auru'in | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Silenced by gracefully-donated ale her watchful eyes sweep across the assemblage of banners and oddities. Truly all manner and ilk, attendant nobles provide a bountiful glimpse at Belluaterra's rich cultural tapestry. Sturdy assistants collect last-minute orders for repairs while wenches saunter to and fro with a flowing flagon cupped in each hand. Smiles abound - fueled by the near-endless flood of alcohol - while others ponder in silent isolation. Alone, Yxevarii watches a fellow watcher and wonders why the relic of a man interests her so. Ever the curious one, she drains the last drops of amber, leaves a gold coin upon the table, and takes her sweet time aimlessly wandering in the general direction of those too otherwise engage to preoccupy themselves with ale-drowned banter. | |
| Yxevarii Auru'in | |
| Roleplay from Bob Baceolus | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Having heard of the tournament Bob and his men enter the city of Fronepu to attend the event as observers and representatives of Ar Agyr and the city of Agyr.
Seeing the festivities brings back memories of days when he was able to enter as a participant, although he'd be unlikely to keep up with all the younger knights these days. He makes his way into the city to get settled before heading over to check out the grounds to welcome everybody to Ar Agyr, his men eager for a few days off from travelling the wilderness hunting down rogue forces to enjoy the festivities. | |
| Bob Baceolus (Chancellor of Ar Agyr, Duke of Agyr) | |
| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Trailing after the procession as it winds through the city, Nerta attempts more than once to reach the man and his stallion, but every time she has to break off the approach either due to a group or the guards.
Finally there was a window; his tour of the fairgrounds had only a token force and someone needed to fetch things, so when he called for water for his horse Nerta happily obliged. The sloshing pail was actually fairly large, but she had a solid grip, or three, letting her slide up to the small group at a brisk waddle. Frowning at the final approach the woman wonders how to even begin, it’d been months of work getting to this moment, how to even… An errant splash of water soaks into her cloak causing her to glance down and curse only to turn into a light chuckle at the irritated reflection staring back up at her. Shifting to nod at the empty air, Nerta makes a quick gesture with her head before finally reaching her goal. “Pardon me Patrician, I have your water, and a message from an old friend. Strangely they are one and the same, if you would just take a look.” | |
| Nerta the Weaver (Foederati) | |
| Roleplay from Mielba Cordenata | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| “Father! I did it! I have an estate!”
Father sat in his study. Mielba bounded towards him, holding the deed. From across the hall she heard her mother’s voice, “Are you certain it is in Ar Agyr this time?” “Yes! Yes! Come see!” Mielba placed the document on her father’s desk as mother ushered in to stand besides him. Father began scrutinizing the paperwork in detail; mother needed only a glance to check the realm and name of the estate. BEYTZIRA, AR AGYR “Bay... tzeera?” she asked. “Y-yes. Chancellor Bob let me name it. He said we could always change it. What do you think?” Lady Cordenata looked outward with a faraway gaze. Eyes closed she moved her head slowly from side to side. She looked back at Mielba and deigned a small nod. Father looked up, “This is a sizeable parcel of land! The Chancellor must have taken a liking to you!” “I daresay so, though mayhaps this is a token of goodwill in light of the embarrassment?” offered mother cautiously. “Oh! Um, neither,” replied Mielba bashfully. “Chancellor Bob explained that giving me this estate would bring in more gold for the realm.” “The Gods have seen to bless you, child,” whispered Father. He carefully made the effort to stand. He was beaming, standing tall and proud, appearing for a moment as he had when she was a child. “Now you are truly a proper noblewoman!” Mother smiled wanly. | |
| Mielba Cordenata (Knight of Agyr) | |
| Roleplay from Bob Baceolus | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Fronepu | |
| Stopping his horse to go touring the tournament grounds, Bob barely pays the slip of a girl any mind as she staggers over with the pail, and even less when she starts talking but then there comes an eerily familiar voice.....
"It is good to see you again old friend. But I must say, the years have not been kind to you, and coming from me that is saying something." Bob casts a sideways glance over at the reflection on the water in the pail. It looks oddly familiar... And so he leans in for a good, long, look. Smiling up from the water is more than Bob's reflection, there is another man with a neatly trimmed beard and somewhat dishevelled hair. His eyes seem to sparkle with violet light so akin to the flame that warmed Bob's city, and when he spoke his voice echoed through the wind. In response Bob lets out a simple harrumph and retorts, "You'll not fool me with the same old illusions, go entertain someone else for your coin." The specter chuckles, "Age took your vigor and sense of humour did it? This sour tone is a far cry from the man who catapulted some zombies into Fallan's party just because things were getting dull." "Oh really, and where have you been? I didn't give you permission to die. That was my job." The reflection laughs, "No it wasn't, unless you're Morgan in which case I take back what I said, you look great for that old bureaucrat." A faint smile seems to creep up on Bob, "Well he had the money, I had the army. So really who was going to overthrow you in a bloody revolt?" "Why neither one of you. Only a fool would want my job, and though you were eccentric, you were never a fool." Nerta mutters and sags under the weight of the bucket, setting the reflection to waver, "Gods... old men won't shut up..." Letting out a sigh, or the ethereal equivalent, the reflection slowly returns to focus, "Don't mind the girl, she tries but...." Trailing off he presses on, "Yes Bob, it's me. Turns out when you steal from the Gods they notice, even if they wait a bit to collect their due." | |
| Bob Baceolus (Chancellor of Ar Agyr, Duke of Agyr) | |
