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Yielding to the wisdom of the others, as Darling of the Dales advises, Marcon crosses the bridge and looks to make camp in town.
Whitetabard would have spun in his grave to see the cursory nod Marcon gives the other guards before returning his attention to Sydiri.
"We will have ample time to speculate on their motives after we have effected the rescue of the townsfolk. My companions will be grateful of rest before we depart to fulfill my oath."
"We will have ample time to speculate on their motives after we have effected the rescue of the townsfolk. My companions will be grateful of rest before we depart to fulfill my oath."
"Ah, yes, the fabled Nightstone for which the town is named. Olgalla references it only obliquely; to what end might a giant in a floating castle take it?"
Marcon rises, his expression intent on Sydiri and her words. Baldo Shitass nd the other two might as well not be there at all,from how the young warrior acts.
Marcon rises, his expression intent on Sydiri and her words. Baldo Shitass nd the other two might as well not be there at all,from how the young warrior acts.
Sheathing his sword and shouldering his shield, Marcon moves to Sydiri, genuine emotion is his tone.
"Miss Haunlar, you are to be commended. Shaara the Herald, in the siege of Knightsbridge, showed such fortitude. To hold a keep against giants, though your liege be fallen and your companions -" he gestures here to the bald man "-be gormless larvae more pustule than man."
With the brashness of the young, he kneels before the woman.
"You speak of duty, and as Wheelock writes,'Honor cries out to honor!' Let the God's witness this oath! I shall track these giants to their lair, and if one soul of Nighstone still breathes, I shall deliver her here!"
"Miss Haunlar, you are to be commended. Shaara the Herald, in the siege of Knightsbridge, showed such fortitude. To hold a keep against giants, though your liege be fallen and your companions -" he gestures here to the bald man "-be gormless larvae more pustule than man."
With the brashness of the young, he kneels before the woman.
"You speak of duty, and as Wheelock writes,'Honor cries out to honor!' Let the God's witness this oath! I shall track these giants to their lair, and if one soul of Nighstone still breathes, I shall deliver her here!"
Tall and red-haired. Nice.
With the brashness of youth and the poise of practice, Marcon salutes with his sword in the style of Lindisfairne's "Manual of Courtly Fencing".
"Marcon Astoro, my lady, a free blade. My companions and i arrived in Nightstone, and we come to your keep not as Invaders, but in hopes of learning what happened to the town, and how we might assist."
With the brashness of youth and the poise of practice, Marcon salutes with his sword in the style of Lindisfairne's "Manual of Courtly Fencing".
"Marcon Astoro, my lady, a free blade. My companions and i arrived in Nightstone, and we come to your keep not as Invaders, but in hopes of learning what happened to the town, and how we might assist."
"I hold with Wheelock, Master Torletarte. 'Action is the finest herald!'"
So saying, the young Tumari shoulders open the door, sword and shield at hand but unraised.
So saying, the young Tumari shoulders open the door, sword and shield at hand but unraised.
Marcon arches an eyebrow at the sound of heated conversation. He turns to Torletarte.
"'Words may cut crueler than blades' but I hope no fiercer opposition awaits us."
The quotation from the Amnic farce "The Gentle Duelist" gives the soldier a wry smile. He moves through the doors towards the speakers.
"'Words may cut crueler than blades' but I hope no fiercer opposition awaits us."
The quotation from the Amnic farce "The Gentle Duelist" gives the soldier a wry smile. He moves through the doors towards the speakers.
Tossing aside the poetry with a grunt of disgust, the fighter speaks his mind.
"The siege killed or forced retreat. The outer defenses seem abandoned."
Marcon considers what he remembers of Bragnon's "Siegecraft".
"Whoever survives shall be in the keep."
He keeps his shield high as he approaches the keep doors. Should he arrive there without incident, he will knock before entering.
"The siege killed or forced retreat. The outer defenses seem abandoned."
Marcon considers what he remembers of Bragnon's "Siegecraft".
"Whoever survives shall be in the keep."
He keeps his shield high as he approaches the keep doors. Should he arrive there without incident, he will knock before entering.
Marcon calls back to the group.
"A stone through the roof here. Nothing seems to has survived, unless one of Evard's old tricks is in play."
As he bends to examine the scene more closely, the young warrior smiles despite himself. For all the necromancer's infamous impiety, the dry wit of Evard's grimoires was oddly charming.
"A stone through the roof here. Nothing seems to has survived, unless one of Evard's old tricks is in play."
As he bends to examine the scene more closely, the young warrior smiles despite himself. For all the necromancer's infamous impiety, the dry wit of Evard's grimoires was oddly charming.
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