Chapter 15: The Ties That Bind (IC)

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Boromil, likewise, leans back. After a deep drink of his wine, he muses, "Someone should do something about that."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

“Indeed. I think Jalen wants to petition for just that... but something more subtle than I’ll have time to do. So he’s planning on staying in Port Hope. Of course no one is going to listen to him without an introduction.”

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"It'll be a hard pill to swallow even with one," Boromil notes, but in tones that Alannah recognizes as his 'I'm thinking about it' voice, rather than the snarl that usually indicates that he's going to dig in his heels. "Why'd the Agonites agree to help? They take his claims seriously?"

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

"Oh, very seriously. You know they have ways of verifying the truth with divine magic, so if they believe it, I do too. Well, I believed the claims before, but they just confirmed it."

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"So they had some kind of plan that would have potentially unsettled the duke, and this Sir Avar upset the whole thing so he could . . ." Boromil pauses, groping for words to describe the situation, then gives up, "That's really strange. I met him this morning, you know. He's a strange fish."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

"Oh that's the thing, he wasn't *trying* to do anything underhanded. He genuinely believed he was helping." She shakes her head in disbelief, "He's basically a paladin of Imperial law and order and believes a good application of it is the answer to pretty much every problem. He still doesn't understand why everyone is upset."

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Boromil makes a little 'huh' noise, sounding as if he's somewhere between impressed and scandalized. "So I guess I shouldn't trust his judgment too far," he observes, following that with, "Is this orc they call the Bastard your lover?"

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

Alannah’s mouth hangs open for a moment before she recovers from the blunt question. “What? No! But if He was, it’d be my business and no one else’s.” She sighs, “But no, I haven’t taken a lover since I’ve left.”

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"Told you," says a raspy voice from somewhere in the timbers of the common room's roof. Boromil ignores it, as he replies, "No, it's not my business, but Father will ask me as soon as he finds out about the play. You know about the play, right? It's debuting tomorrow night, and the rumors say the protagonist is a noble, rugged savage. An orc, in fact. And he and his languorous-but-aristocratic lady love lead their merry band of adventurers in unearthing a powerful relic and denying it to a werewolf. It's causing quite the buzz about town, especially now the gossipmongers begin to put two and two together after your court appearance."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

"Oh! I told that damn rat of a playwright that wasn't true," she swears. "But the other part is true, we are searching for a relic to deny a werewolf. Maybe if I kill both of them, I can stop the play."

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"I suppose he must have decided that true or not, it was a dramatic necessity," comments Boromil, sourly.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

"That's pretty much what he said," she frowns and takes a sip of her wine.

Darker

Alannah gets a brief distance look in her eyes during the moment of silence before perking back up and sitting in her seat. "So, Boromil, do you have more rumors and courtly gossip to discuss? Or anything else? If not, we can go find Jalen so I can introduce you to him. I promise I will not run away this time."

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"No, I think that covers everything I had on my mind," replies Boromil. "You might as well introduce me to your friend."

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

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Evening, 11 Verdil, 973 IR
Common Room, the Copper Crosier
Port Hope, Mereflow Valley

As the day is winding down and your party convenes over the evening meal to discuss the outcome of your various efforts at research, horse-trading, and do-gooding, you're interrupted by Danica, the half-orc concierge and registration cook.

Apologizing smoothly for the disruption, she proffers a small wooden tray, on which rests a stack of folded and sealed parchments, and murmurs, "These were delivered by a servant liveried in green and white. She asked that they be delivered to each of you. By name." Setting the tray on the edge of your table, she departs back to her desk in the lobby of the inn.

The seal on the notes shows an image of what looks very much like a rabbit entangled in thorns or briars of some kind. It's pressed into green wax.

Wæs se grimma gæst Grendel haten,
mære mearcstapa, se þe moras heold

Darker

Alannah takes the stack of parchments and look through them curiously. "Party invitations?" She asks, more to herself than anyone else.

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"Thank you mistress Danica." Avar finishes by nodding appreciativly.

Eyeing the papers momentarily, Avar finishes his thought, "So your family is agreeable to helping Jalen with no strings? Do you believe your brother?"

Darker

Alannah shrugs while examine the parchments, "Oh, I don't know for sure. The arrangement is better than a letter to my father, but it doesn't mean it will all work out. A great deal will rely on Jalen, what he wants, and how he wants to go about getting it. He's stubborn and direct, neither quality will help him where compromise and subtlety rule." She puts them down and picks at her food, "And no Boromil will already have schemed up ways in which he or the family could benefit from sponsoring Jalen, there will certainly be strings attached."

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Avar nods and watches as Alannah opens the parchment addressed to her. The paladin bites off a small piece of bread and watches the bard read the letter.

Darker

Alannah nods as she looks over the letter, "It IS a party invitation. From the Earl of Eastrit. It looks like the party is in 3 days. Apparently between the play and the circus at court, we're enough of an oddity to warrant an invitation."

Darker

"And its a masquerade ball. That could be interesting."

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Avar offers, "It would appear that Markan knows her stuff."

Eschewing the roll for his parchment the paladin asks Alannah, "Do you know this Earl of Eastrit?"

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Chuul puts his letter down without opening it. "And can he help us with the tasks at hand?"

Darker

Alannah shrugs, "I haven't kept up with things, but I imagine this is one of the last parties of the season, so it'll be a party full of the most powerful people in Port Hope. I am sure many of them *could* help us, but it's not likely that any would unless there's some benefit in it for themselves. It's possible that we are being invited because there is something that we may be able to offer, but it's more likely that we're being invited because our group represents a menagerie of odd characters that have gained notoriety through that damned play and our court debacle. In other words, we'll be a spectacle that the Earl wants to show off so his guests can gawk and he can gain influence."

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"Can we decline?" It is clear that Garren would prefer to do so.

Darker

"Snubbing an invitation is a good way to get yourself blacklisted from any future audiences and favors. You'd be surprised at the seeming innocence actions that end up having dire consequences for you or the organizations you may represent," She glares at Avar to make her point. "Every action, or inaction, is judged. Refuse the Earl's invitation and rumors spread that you are allied to one of his rivals. Or that your church is. Though many nobles spend their time managing trade and their estates, younger siblings and members of lesser family branches and minor houses have little better to do than talk, plot, and play games at court."

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Avar holds the glare as long as Alannah decides to keep it but, otherwise, doesn't react to her remark.

Instead, the paladin offers, "Perhaps we can use this notoriety to our advantage. Let us all go to the play tomorrow night? Surely, some who will be attending the party will be at the play."

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"To what end?" asks Chuul. It's fairly clear that like Garren, he'd rather not go.

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"At minimum? See what the fuss is all about. But I would like to go see who is going to be there. Get the lay of the land so to speak."

Avar gently tosses his invitation onto the table and leans in, "Look, it's clear were on the the minds and tongues of at least a couple of social circles. Even if it is short lived or because we're oddities I, for one, will try to use this opportunity to help us or those preparing for war in the Valley."

The paladin considers the meal before him then finishes, "Besides, what else are we doing?"

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"Oskav is still at work, so I think we have time. How does one handle costumes? Would arriving as a werewolf be too far off the mark?"

Darker

Alannah pauses and looks at Garren, unsure if she should laugh, scoff, or agree.

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Eying the ranger, unsure if the question was rhetorical, Avar opts to reply simply, "I don't plan on dressing up."

Darker

"But you have to, it's a mascarade party! Must you insist on making a spectacle of yourself?"

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"I believe the fact that I am an Imperial will be a big enough spectacle." Avar replies easily.

"I plan on wearing clothes befitting my station and religion. Wear whatever you want Alannah."

Darker

"That's not how this works!," Alannah exclaims, "Didn't you learn anything from the court? Why would you want to intentionally insult the Earl and the other nobles? Again, I mean."

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Avar takes a steadying breath, "I didn't insult anyone. The court is stubborn and short sighted. But,"

The paladin shrugs and drums his fingers on the table for a few beats, "You do make a fair point Alannah. It couldn't hurt to play dress up to alleviate the chance of any hurt feelings."

Avar switches gears and eyes Chuul, "What about you? If you decide to attend are you plannng on dressing up as a brute or a lothario?"

The aasimar chuckles as he finishes the question.

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Chuul pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, obviously exasperated. "I am a brute," he says finally. "Somehow, I think I would be recognizable enough, even behind a mask."

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