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[KaguroDraven]

((I'm aware, but my guy would still want to discuss the deal with the king))

[Yoink]

As Kaguro entered the court, Trubaldsome took a quick, calming pinch of snuff to control his nerves, and then rose slowly to his feet, eyeing Kaguro as he spoke.
"Ah, Kaguro." The one word dripped with acid contempt. "Here I was thinking you would hardly dare show your face before his majesty. Well, I suppose I was wrong." He paused here, glancing aside with a sad frown as a weeping Erika fled the room, escorted by a couple of guards.
"I suppose you thought she would not dare speak out against you, hmm?" Trubaldsome went on, tilting his head to one side to view Kaguro through narrowed eyes. "That the King would never learn of your... descrepancies?"
He shook his head, and set down the goblet in his free hand to gesture for emphasis, jabbing a finger accusingly at Kaguro, his voice rising with anger. "Well, you reckoned without I, Trubaldsome of Miring! I was here, whilst you, in the King's absence, let his Majesty's fair city tumble into ruin! I was here as anarchy gripped the land during your lax rule, as peasants fought, drank and fornicated in the streets from lack of punishment! I was here when you..."
Here he trailed off, and shook his head to himself in disgust, before speaking to the King, though his eyes remained on Kaguro, blazing anger. "I am sorry, your Majesty. I shall not mention it, for surely it is as hurtful to you as it is to I." Then he resumed his tirade, gesturing first to the sling around his arm, then to the sword scabbarded at his side.
"And because of that, what I saw, you decided to silence me, and the girl, hm? You would almost have suceeded, also, except that I had brought my sword, a family heirloom, out to clean it. Now,"
He turned to address the court, pointing to the sword at his belt and raising his eyebrows,
"Now I must wear it with me at all times, for my own safety! You see how far this fine city has sunk in your absence, Sire?" Addressing the last to the King, he at length resumed his seat, taking up his goblet once more and eyeing Kaguro with distaste.

[Terenos]

((You almost think that Trubaldsome believes the idiocy hes spewing..Delicious.))

[KaguroDraven]

"What in the hells are you on about Trubaldsome?  All I've done is stop you from tossing men in the dungeons for not bowing when you walk past and help stop the fire the alchemist caused. Now could someone explain to me what is going on?" He said, an eyebrow raised in curiosity and his armed crossed against his chest.

[King_of_the_weasels]

((You almost think that Trubaldsome believes the idiocy hes spewing..Delicious.))

((That's what makes him a fantastic character, he has no skills, he isn't smart or strong, just a total bastard))

[filiusenox]

((Hes just a good actor. Or atleast a semi-good one.))

[Yoink]

((Since is Thatkid is away for today, not sure what I should post. I always end up rambling for several paragraphs, and I don't have too much to say, sooo... ))

Trubaldsome watched Kaguro coldly as he took a dainty sip of wine, before turning his gaze to the King.
"Your Majesty, it seems this animal is attempting to play dumb. If I may signal my men to bring in the... Evidence?"
He placed his goblet back on the small table by his chair, then raised his now-empty hand to run a finger thoughtfully across his moustache as he awaited a reply, not deigning to acknowledge the General further.

[Little]

Drua steps off to the side of the room, watching closely.

[NoahTophatz]

Attempt to get the whole clan to cross the elspine mountains to the other side
Send scouts ahead to find path

[King_of_the_weasels]

Walk around barracks looking for something to do.

[Yoink]

Walk around barracks looking for something to do.

((The barracks bursts into flames!!! Everyone dies. ))

[King_of_the_weasels]

((Yeeeeesssss))

[micelus]

(first post, just going to introduce my character here)

The kingdom of Elbreth; a landlocked kingdom surrounded by the countries of Preston, Miring, and Suul to the east and Brighthall to the west. To the south were the Eelspine mountains and to the north the hilly lands of Weyburn were tribes of barbarians fought endlessly. It was rather dull compared to other more turbulent regions of the world like the Sword Coast were the city-states played complex games of intrigue or the Darrath Peninsula were the the Botamer Empire were busily invading the lands of the natives  who fought back with tooth, claw. The only reason he had come here was because the Kalakkun (master of acolytes) had told him to chronicle the history of the region, for up to a period of 100 years. As a hatcuri (pretty much lizard folk), he could wait that long.

Elbreth was chosen due to it being in the centre of the region.

And as he was thinking of this, Locanil finally reached the gates of Sheepstead. He would become chronicler of the king and perhaps a conduit to the gods, should the ruler be so inclined to call upon the hatcuri gods.

"What are you? I ain't seen anything that ain't human before"

 I be hatcuri,  importantly I wish to serve your ruler as his chronicler, So please direct I...his...abode or castle or lodge or whatever your rulers reside in"

( Locanil is supposed to be bad in speaking this language; its hard to talk like that with the absence of lips and a different anatomy )

Edit: Just changed my posy a bit to follow the rules

[Iituem]

Okay, I'm going to GM fiat against elves, orcs and goblins because I don't really want us ending up in D&D-land.  Maaybe trolls, but the dominant species here is humanity.  I will allow hatcuri however, on the understanding that your homelands are pretty distant and because they don't seem horribly cliched just yet.  Don't disappoint me in that.  One sapient non-human race is enough.

Walk around barracks looking for something to do.

[6]  Nobody is willing to let you near anything close to a naked flame or sparker, but some of the more enthusiastic guards are willing to give you some lumber, cord and other materials to work with.  By the end of the day you successfully produce a device the size of a large dog that will shoot a 20lb steel harpoon through General Kaguro's office door and destroy his desk.

Ah.

"Well my lord I believe Gil. will be proof enough." as the last words are spoken the two tailed cat walks infront of Hiatsu, adn as Hiatsu snaps his fingers the cat changes into a eleven foot tall figure draped in a blood red cloak with symbols of an unknown language written all over it, and upon examining him you can see that none of his body show, but the six arms sticking out of holes in the robe, and his blood red eyes.  Hiatsu says "This my Lord is my familiar Gilgamesh wielder of exaclibbur, the Three Forgotten Swords, and nomerous other weapons for he is also known as 'The Master of All Weapons', adn he can use any weapon every made. Is this proof enough, or shall I perhaps summon an Imp, or make a tree grow from the ground?"

[4]  The demon's flesh doesn't seem entirely fixed - portions of it quiver and writhe as if the individual muscles were trying to get free - but it retains its shape nevertheless.  [2]  Unfortunately, its mind is a different matter.  "Gilgamesh" turns to its master and makes a sound like a cat's crossed with an insect's buzzing wings.  [4]  With an effort of concentration that causes small beads of sweat to form on his brow, Hiatsu is able to bring the demon firmly under his control.  For now.

Based on his description, I hereby define the type of magic Hiatsu knows as Summoning:  The art of summoning spirits from elsewhere and forcing them into borrowed material forms.  Said forms are typically transient, the more powerful being more unstable and harder to control.

The smoky longhouse was empty except for the 2 scouts, Wroth, Reg and Corv.  His face lightened up at the information that the Taggarts were severly weakened. They fought hard and well indeed, a great addition to his army...

Reg get the Blôdvindrs and send them out they shall raid the Taggarts. But i do not want gold, i want their children and their women. They shall bring me slaves or better said, hostages.

Raid the Taggart lands with my Blôdvindrs with the goal to capture as many children and women as possible as hostages for future "negotiations"

[5]  Your Blôdvindr raiders creep into a nearby Taggart village under cover of darkness and begin abducting women and children.  When the alarm is raised they move quickly, escaping the guards before they are able to mount an effective defense.  [5]  In total, your raiders had the capacity to capture as much as 5 Ducats' worth of slaves and goods, but there are only 3 Ducats' worth of slaves to take.  The Taggart lands are relatively small, and many of their able-bodied citizens have already been gathered into war bands.

[4]  Your raiders are able to return to your own lands before the Taggarts can prepare an attack of their own, but it is likely they will strike soon in retaliation.

Attempt to get the whole clan to cross the elspine mountains to the other side
Send scouts ahead to find path

[4-1]  Your scouts move ahead of your nomads, but not by very much.  Even though the worst of winter is through, the elements make for hard going.  Still, with the route determined the body of your clan is less at risk.  [2]  The crossing does not prove easy however and illness takes some of the weaker members of your clan.  You will have to make a choice - take refuge in the mountains and risk detection by the King's scouts, or abandon the sick and weak to save your warriors and the remainder of the clan.

[Digital Hellhound]

Aulon regarded himself from the faded mirror in his quarters in the castle. It was made of bronze, not glass, but these savages had nothing better. He brushed his hair, tucked at his sleeves and tightened his finely-cut coat. He'd purchased it from a local tailor two days ago, realizing his clothes were all too worn and dirty to show in front of the king. It wasn't anything like he'd had back home, and he briefly entertained the idea of ordering new clothes with the next boat. But no, he didn't want the king to realize how wealthy his family really was. These vassalage taxes were already hard enough for him. Although he was somewhat sure his father demanded much harsher tributes from his own vassals. Oh well.

'Think I'm ready?' he asked the bearded giant leaning against the wall. Asate was, according to his men, one of the famed slave warriors of Udan. They were trained from birth to kill and sold as mercenaries by the Father of that great desert city. His troops claimed Aulon's father had purchased a company of them and sent this one to serve as his bodyguard. Aulon wasn't sure if they'd been telling the truth, or if the man was just some hired sword they'd picked up along the way here. Unsurprisingly, Asate said nothing, regarding him with a sullen expression. He rarely did.

Truth to be told, the capital wasn't all that bad. Despite its name, it contained everything a city needed to - plenty of inns and taverns, brothels, a racing ground and a few underground fighting pits Aulon had grown especially fond of in his brief stay here. It had expanded since he last saw it, growing fat from the spoils of conquest and results of King Thatkid's reign. It'd become a real city in a decade or two, give or take.

Lord yl Marchis marched into the throne room with a smile on his face. There were others present, but he ignored them. He bowed deep to the king.

'My king,' Aulon started, 'I would like to congratulate you on your victory over these bandits or whatever were plaguing your lands. My apologies for not being present. Your messenger arrived only after your honourable campaign was over. But I cannot help but to feel somewhat embarassed at missing this opportunity to fight at your side. So I come again to offer my services in any matter you might require me in. I am yours to command.'