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i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
6 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
6 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
6 yrs ago
bored
6 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Armored Assault on a Shadow
Grikgar was happy to be out of the situation with the elite, it was always stressful going up against them but normally he could use the weak and cowardly stereotypes of his people to his advantage against most enemies. He was quite thankful of his team while they prepped for the next assault on the keep. Rearming was easy what took time was running the final diagnostics on the goblin to make sure it was ready to go without too many issues. This would be the first ‘official’ use of the grunt mech and he was going to make sure that nothing was going to jam.
The weapons were ready and the shielding seemed good to go, Grik was sure to check everything twice while eating a ration, especially with the current model being new. The others seemed to be going through their own ways of mental preparation for the assault. His only issue he could see so far was just getting in close enough to the wall in the first place. Getting a lift from one of the troop transports or just going in for the hot drop from a phantom from up high were what seemed to be his choices so far.
They both had their pros and con’s but for what they were looking at he decided to stick with the armored column so he doesn’t get picked off for lack of cover. So after his system checks were completed and the orders were starting to be given out Grik powered up his mech and linked up with the lead Shadow and found a spot to latch onto its aft half to provide fire support during the advance.
His spot had a great view while they were being airlifted into position, enemy flak already opening up on them but panic was sure to follow for the enemy once they realized their big gun was off line. The mech began to fire on anything that came into range of either his needle cannon or grenade launcher but mostly just tried to block or dodge incoming fire the best he could. Armored assaults were his favorite advance, so many explosions and pretty colors.
Location: Archery Range > Hunting Area Interactions:@Aerandir Verrick O'Hare, @Rodiak Zarai / Mathias, @princess Anastasia, @Potter Princess Sadie, @Mole Prince Felix, Shehzadi Mayet @13org Mentions in order:
Roman was quite enjoying himself, he liked these moments seeing everyone smile and cheer regardless of what duty demanded of them. It didn’t matter their age or status they could just relax and enjoy themselves. Too many times did he see the others at each other’s throats, spewing venom and rhetoric, drama, lies, and tragedy. He made a silent oath to himself at that moment with a smile on his face, an oath to try to help them the best he could, not their ultimate goals or power grabs but as a friend for them. Fuck trying to find a mate he has all summer to do that right now they need more times like these, more hugs, more healing. Roman had no idea how he was going to accomplish this other than just being a good honorable friend.
With Lucas on his shoulders he was sure to stand for the young lad to get a better view and cheer just as loud with the boy when his father was up to shoot. He sure did remind the giant of his younger siblings. Sharing kind words and compliments with Lucas’s care taker Mary, the young women always seemed to be very friendly to him. Even after Mathias was defeated he kept Lucas smiling and cheering that his father did so well. Embracing Mathias in a quick hug and a smile whether the man wanted it or not it was simply Romans way of greeting what he thought of friends. He liked being this way with people but wasn’t always able to do it to the nobility in public.
“Good show Mathias, I see you were taking it easy on the lot of them. You and Verrick were always good at giving the nobility a run for their money.” Roman had a great respect for all the nobles and knights alike but still liked to poke fun at them.
Roman continued to cheer for Verrick with Lucas as his next opponent was the man he saw outside the Damien estate. The match was close but Verrick came out on top, not surprising to him. Now that everyone was starting to disperse onto the next big thing for the city Roman let Lucas go back to his father with a smile.
“Mathias” speaking with his never fading smile, “If you ever need a break I would be happy to take Lucas off your hands for a while. The ever so beautiful Mary can join me at any time as well.” Flashing a smile to Lucas’s care taker, “I’ll make a craftsman out of him yet.” There was no indication of a lie or a cost that comes along with it.
Verrick pulled his attention away from the knight as he approached, “Congratulations Verrick I never doubted you for a second.” Watching him let Lucas hold onto the prized bow. “Aye, I know that one’s not much for your style but if you return it I’ll give you a favor for it. That favor is a onetime piece of masterwork equipment for you, bow, sword, armor, tools. Tell me what you want to your specifications and I’ll have it done for you by the end of the summer. Maybe sooner depending on what it is. think about it and let me know.” A man like Verrick is sure to present him with an interesting idea if he goes for it.
With a nod he checked the time on his simple pocket watch and noticed that he should get going soon if he wanted to stop by his warehouse and make it to the hunting event. Looking over to princess Anastasia and lady Zarai he again smiled at them, “Lady Zarai, Princess Anastasia, thank you so much for joining me I do enjoy seeing you two smile and have a good time. Perhaps if you’re not too busy and can escape your guards, I’ll be at the tough tavern to sing a few songs tonight and I would love to see the two of you there and maybe get that dance from you.” He said this in all honesty but purposely said it aloud just to give their escorts a hard time. “Either way I do hope I see you all again today but I have to go if I want to make it to the hunting grounds on time.”
Turning to leave and looking to Princess Sadie while her and Verrick were starting to leave, “Hopefully I will see you at the Blacksmith lessons later today Sadie. I hope you have a wonderful day.” It had been some time since he saw her last. One of her tinkering inventions actually helped one of his last projects and even brought about a slight change to one of his forging techniques before. He always hoped that she would find a better piece of happiness then what she had before. If he could help her with that he would try his best.
Making the final good days to the people that were still around he nodded and smiled to Prince Felix, “I do hope you have a good day Felix. If you see your sister today please let her know that I said hello.” He didn’t have too much to say to the prince, they got along well but he wasn’t too sure if a lot of their interests aligned other than just being at the same events as each other.
Roman made his way up to where they were issuing the runner up prizes and he made sure to give the three best ignoble contestants the small work knives he had gathered as well. A short, well-crafted, and sturdy blade made for the working class for daily use. “Each one of these blades has the Ravenwood crest. If you’re looking for a new job or better work show this to one of our merchants and they will let you know about our current job openings. This knife will automatically get you better pay from one of our jobs. Otherwise congratulations and have a nice day.” With that brief explanation he left to gather a few things from his warehouse for the hunting event, it’s been some time since he was able to run through the forest.
/ / / /
Roman didn’t have much time to think about what he wanted to grab so he opted for a few smaller blades, a bearded hatchet and his favorite throwing spear. The animals in this part of the kingdom were rather tame compared to the many large predators and the formidable grazers they called prey. Here he didn’t even have to worry too much about the weather itself killing you. He didn’t change his clothes either he wanted a challenge and wouldn’t find one if all he did was camouflage himself to the surroundings. The only other things he grabbed was a water satchel and a meat pocket that he already ate, the name of that snack always made him giggle for immature reasons.
Stepping up towards the group of hunters and one rather well stocked red head that seemed to be calling the shots. He still towered over everyone else but gave her a smile and a nod, “that is a beautiful bow that you have.” Even though he could tell it wasn’t the best, beauty was still beauty. Speaking of beauty, he spotted a portion of the crowd that was giving a wide birth of two such Beauties. Mayet and her companion Nala seemed to be ready and waiting to join in on the hunt.
Being careful not to spook either of the majestic creatures he spoke before entering the bubble of space they created in the crowd. “Shehzadi Mayet, a pleasure to meet you on such a wonderful day, you are looking as stunning as ever. I hope you don’t mind if I join you two on this hunt.” His smile was nearly cemented onto his face by now but he made sure to show respect to Nala by not making eye contact and approaching from an angle that was non-threatening. “Tell me, what do you normally hunt back home? The creatures here are rather tame for what I’m used too.”
@AzureKnight yeah i figured he didn't have the right vocal cords which is why he has the one way telepathy for it but if that doesnt work ill change it and he will just have a weird voice
hope this is ok for a support and occasional glass cannon role.
Name: Tilnak "Purifier"
the figure on the left
Tilnak resembles that of a 7' 250 lbs. praying mantis. sporting a thick brown chitinous exoskeleton that layers over his body like a suit of armor, four arms two of which are best used for fine manipulation, and an insect like head with two antennae used for smelling and tasting, and two big black multifaceted compound eyes.
Normally he only wears his cloak with a few robe-like undergarments to hide his otherwise quite monstrous appearance the best he can, at least while he is in the city. some small multicolored baubles and trinkets can be found on his person as well as multiple large and small bags of seeds.
Magic Divination: Thaumaturgy and Elementalism particularly in earth and flora
Abilities:
- Terrakinesis, the ability to shape and mold earth to his whim. This skill is one of the ones he uses the most for bulk offensive and defensive power.
- HydroKenisis, the ability to gather and shape water. Although still powerful and effective, this power is used more in tandem with his efforts to purify and regrow contaminated areas
- Flora growth, influencing the growth rate of flora either in a small area to grow seeds or in a large area to promote growth. It is used as the last step in purifying an area.
- Shield of light, using the holy powers to bring about a holy shield and blinding light and push back the darkness of the miasma. a tool used for distraction, signaling, and to assist in the purification process. The shield is very pliable and can take heavy blows from a single direction or multiple light strikes from all directions.
- A Healing Hand, with the powers of light one can use it to heal almost any wound, subjugate toxins, or purify curses. He uses it as the main force in purifying an area of the miasma. He can also use it to heal others and is quite skilled in his ability.
- Judgement of the Gods, an ability he refuses to use on anyone or anything that is not corrupted by the miasma. a devastating ability using holy power given to him by the old gods to go against his nature and destroy life that the Miasma took for itself. it can leave him weak or stunned for a moment after using it as it is very powerful. usually effects an area around him but can also effect multiple creatures in a long line.
Equipment:
Elder wood Staff - a staff grafted from a dying ancient tree with a bulbus blue sphere of sapphire wrapped around the top of it. This acts as his spellcasting focus.
Reinforced Reaver Cloak - This cloak is a bit heavier than most and not just because of its size, thicker fabric was used in its construction to add another layer of protection. runes cover its surface to aid him in mana regeneration and capacity. The blessings on it also help him condense and control his holy powers. there always seems to be something growing on it.
Brief Background:
Tilak is not sure where he came from or who his original parents were. he does however remember the kind old man that raised him in the deep forest. Reaching maturity at the age of 3 the old man taught him for several years about the worth and weight of life no matter if it’s his own life to that of a blade of grass. All life is precious and it’s up to us to keep the balance. keeping the natural order of things and fighting back against the Miasma and corruption. he spent 6 years with the old man going through his teachings every day and training his abilities.
2 years ago, he found a trail of corruption and destruction through his patch of forest, following it and cleansing the corruption. As he went, he came upon a strange sight. There was a small team of fae, humans, and Belua, he knew what they were based off the old man’s description of the other races. The team was fighting a corrupt beast and losing. several were heavily injured or exhausted and the beast, although badly wounded had the upper hand. choosing his timing carefully Tilak acted swiftly, stepping out from the tree line and immediately barraging the beast with earth attacks caught all of them off guard. The beast charged him, but he turned the ground around it into mud and then hardened it to catch the beast.
stone pillars pined it down giving him enough time to step up to the wounded beast giving it a quick prayer as it started to break out of the stone and then ended it with a flash of holy light nearly cutting it in half. After purifying the area, he healed the others that were injured. The group seemed to be suspicious of him but were a bit more open about his presence after that. When he tried to leave, they stopped him and asked him to come back with them to their tower. It took some convincing, but Tilak eventually ended up at the tower finding a place where he can do better and help heal the world.
Anything else we should know about you:
He has trouble with verbal language and prefers to either gesture or use a type of sign language to communicate. Tilnak is aloof as he is still getting used to human society and behaviors, especially what they call sarcasm. Staying exceptionally quite in both speech and movement, he regards himself as a protector of life and will even heal brigands after they have been captured. to take a life is always a loss for him, the only exception is corruption. Putting someone or something down that is corrupted is merciful. Sometimes he can get tunnel vision when purifying areas of corruption to the point he won’t rest and/or completely ignore others.
Tilnak is quiet but not cold, always willing to help, and show others the beauty of nature. Even through his monstrous form he doesn't have much trouble earning the trust of non-sapient creatures. He can see quite well in the dark and one can often find him sleeping in strange positions and areas but he never sleeps for long. he is stronger than an average Belua but has about the same stamina, Tilnak also has a talent for climbing and stealth.
Tilnak resembles that of a 7' 250 lbs. praying mantis. sporting a thick brown chitinous exoskeleton that layers over his body like a suit of armor, four arms two of which are best used for fine manipulation, and an insect like head with two antennae used for smelling and tasting, and two big black multifaceted compound eyes.
Normally he only wears his cloak with a few robe-like undergarments to hide his otherwise quite monstrous appearance the best he can, at least while he is in the city. some small multicolored baubles and trinkets can be found on his person as well as multiple large and small bags of seeds.
Magic Divination: Thaumaturgy and Elementalism particularly in earth and flora
Abilities:
- Terrakinesis, the ability to shape and mold earth to his whim. This skill is one of the ones he uses the most for bulk offensive and defensive power.
- HydroKenisis, the ability to gather and shape water. Although still powerful and effective, this power is used more in tandem with his efforts to purify and regrow contaminated areas
- Flora growth, influencing the growth rate of flora either in a small area to grow seeds or in a large area to promote growth. It is used as the last step in purifying an area.
- Bringer of light, using the holy powers to bring about blinding light and push back the darkness of the miasma. a tool used for distraction, signaling, and to assist in the purification process.
- A Healing Hand, with the powers of light one can use it to heal almost any wound or purify curses. He uses it as the main force in purifying an area of the miasma. He can also use it to heal others and is quite skilled in his ability.
- Hand of judgment, an ability he refuses to use on anyone or anything that is not corrupted by the miasma. a devastating ability using holy power given to him by the old gods to go against his nature and destroy life that the Miasma took for itself.
Equipment:
Elder wood Staff - a staff grafted from a dying ancient tree with a bulbus blue sphere of sapphire wrapped around the top of it. This acts as his spellcasting focus.
Reinforced Reaver Cloak - This cloak is a bit heavier than most and not just because of its size, thicker fabric was used in its construction to add another layer of protection. runes cover its surface to aid him in mana regeneration and capacity. The blessings on it also help him condense and control his holy powers. there always seems to be something growing on it.
Brief Background:
Tilak is not sure where he came from or who his original parents were. he does however remember the kind old man that raised him in the deep forest. Reaching maturity at the age of 3 the old man taught him for several years about the worth and weight of life no matter if it’s his own life to that of a blade of grass. All life is precious and it’s up to us to keep the balance. keeping the natural order of things and fighting back against the Miasma and corruption. he spent 6 years with the old man going through his teachings every day and training his abilities.
2 years ago, he found a trail of corruption and destruction through his patch of forest, following it and cleansing the corruption. As he went, he came upon a strange sight. There was a small team of fae, humans, and Belua, he knew what they were based off the old man’s description of the other races. The team was fighting a corrupt beast and losing. several were heavily injured or exhausted and the beast, although badly wounded had the upper hand. choosing his timing carefully Tilak acted swiftly, stepping out from the tree line and immediately barraging the beast with earth attacks caught all of them off guard. The beast charged him, but he turned the ground around it into mud and then hardened it to catch the beast.
stone pillars pined it down giving him enough time to step up to the wounded beast giving it a quick prayer as it started to break out of the stone and then ended it with a flash of holy light nearly cutting it in half. After purifying the area, he healed the others that were injured. The group seemed to be suspicious of him but were a bit more open about his presence after that. When he tried to leave, they stopped him and asked him to come back with them to their tower. It took some convincing, but Tilak eventually ended up at the tower finding a place where he can do better and help heal the world.
Anything else we should know about you:
He has limited telepathy; he can’t read other people’s minds but projects his voice to others through their minds. Tilnak is aloof as he is still getting used to human society and behaviors, especially what they call sarcasm. Staying exceptionally quite in both speech and movement, he regards himself as a protector of life and will even heal brigands after they have been captured. to take a life is always a loss for him, the only exception is corruption. Putting someone or something down that is corrupted is merciful. Sometimes he can get tunnel vision when purifying areas of corruption to the point he won’t rest and/or completely ignore others.
Tilnak is quiet but not cold, always willing to help, and show others the beauty of nature. Even through his monstrous form he doesn't have much trouble earning the trust of non-sapient creatures. He can see quite well in the dark and one can often find him sleeping in strange positions and areas but he never sleeps for long.
Location: Archery Range Interactions:@princess Anastasia, @Rodiak Zarai, @Potter Princess Sadie, @Mole Prince Felix Mentions in order: @Helo Leo Smithwood, @Aerandir Verrick O'Hare, @SilverPaw Wulfric Danrose
Roman watched the next few rounds of archery intently. Watching Leo and Erza keep up neck and neck was eventful. Every arrow hit and miss, he did not cheer just smiled and kept drinking his tea. Deep down he was a little happy the child wouldn’t get the bow. If he were to bet, he would put his money on Verrick. Luckily it would seem that the man was up next.
Verrick’s opponent was one of the Alidasht, an interesting matchup. The fact made him wonder how Mayet was doing after their dance last night. An arrow flying off into a tree turned his attention back to the shooters. He couldn’t stop his quick laugh at Verrick’s expense seeing as he had loosed the way ward shot.
The large man stood and applauded the woodsman on his win. Standing for a moment he looked around and saw that the very kind lady had reached princess Anastasia and given her the invitation. He could tell because she seemed just as bubbly as ever waving at him. Roman’s eyes caught Wulfric’s gaze for a moment which he returned with a slight tipping of his head. It seemed he was a beacon for bubbly and interesting people as an old face appeared near him.
”Good morning Roman! How are you? Good to see you! Isn’t this competition great?”
“Sadie?” he was not aware that she was joining them on their voyage over, of course he came over with his merchants, but no one told him she was going to be here. His questioning look turned into one of joy, “no one told me you were going to join us on this excursion.” He moved to hug her but paused and instead scooped up her hand in his. Her hand was smooth and small in his large rough hand.
“Im glad you were able to come I’ve missed our conversations on new inventions and improvements to designs.” He always had a soft spot for Sadie more so than some of the others. He wasn’t quite sure either his affection towards a fellow craftsman or because of one of his needs to fix things that are broken.
Roman’s eyes swept over every facet, blemish, and detail of the girls face like admiring intricate stone carvings. He couldn’t quite place it, but it felt like something was off in her features, he may not pick up on social cues all the time but even small or slight details when it came to things, he could perceive was a different story.
His hand tightened around hers for a moment and glanced at the crowd around them but didn’t see anything, the slight differences in her smile and voice could be just him overthinking things but still his gut instinct told him something was off.
“Princess Sadie” his tone low and his eye’s serious. “Like these fine gentlemen around you, my family all swore an oath to protect your family and the kingdom. That includes you. I am honor bound to follow your orders, to keep you safe, and as your friend.” He trailed off for a moment and smiled again, “I will listen to any of your issues, whatever you want to talk about, I will take even your secrets to my grave.” He has told her this before his way of trying to cheer her up.
His eyes looked up in time to see Lady Zarai and anna coming closer towards them. “Im hosting black smith lessons today at 1 pm. You should come join me before, during or after the class so we can talk about what ever you want.” His smile did not fade as he let go of her hand moving to the other side of the table.
Roman pulled two chairs out for Zarai and Anna, “its good to see you too Zarai, I have to say those battle scars you got sure do look good on you. Hopefully the other guy didn’t fair too much better.” He snickered at her knowing full well she will likely try to get back at him later today. “Ahh yes, the bow, it’s what happens when a noble house requests a weapon and only pays for the material needed and not the work of the craftsmen. The crest in the pommel is that of an elk, Regal, and a sign of protection.” He pushed her chair in when she sat down and moved to offer Anastasia her seat.
“Hello again Princess Anastasia, I would have loved to have been able to dance with you last night, but it seemed we at least had fun last night. Seeing as how I just woke up with a hangover, I can safely assume that the rest of you are still lightweights.” He smiled at her and chuckled to himself. “I do have to say, I am very proud of you. It takes some brass balls to stand up to your parents like that, no matter the repercussions you did a good job.”
Roman waited for her to sit down and pushed her chair in, pouring tea for all of them before the next round. He normally did this for others, as his family were brought up to take care of themselves when they had too. To others it could come off as him trying to be charming or pull favor from the young ladies.
The next round seemed to have started just as another approached their table, “Good morning, Prince Felix, it’s good to see you are doing well. Care to join us?”
He was ever inviting to the others and their guards, there was plenty of room. The match going on behind them seemed to be going rather well. Roman didn’t hear what the challengers name was but did recognize one of the men up at the shooting line as the man he had left at the Damien estate. He was still alive, so he supposed he was telling the truth. Roman took his seat and continued to watch the contest and the others that had gathered with him at the table.
Roman was quite enjoying himself, the warm tea, the sounds and cheers of the spectators, even the sun was enjoyable at its current position. The atmosphere was joyful with the smell of good food on the air. It would seem that even a small commotion was brewing in the park behind them, a commotion that only garnered a short glance long enough for him to figure out he wasn’t interested.
As the competitors were finishing up their practice runs he began to spot several faces he recognized, Sir Mathias Larson and his adorable son Lukas. He enjoyed playing with children especially given that he had a brother and sister the same age as the boy. Roman had only met the young man a hand full of times but when he didn’t have to act proper he let the boy ride on his shoulders a time or two.
He noticed Leo and Thea also gunning for a spot on the archery range and smiled. Seeing Leo out here wasn’t unexpected, at least he was wearing shoes this time. It was unexpected to see Thea out and about during the day. It did not look like she had slept well from the day before, Roman would have to find her sometime today and see how she is handling things. Another one of the nobles he took a special interest in keeping an eye on them, he wasn’t quite sure why he did that he just assumed it was part of his nature of fixing things.
Speaking of people he had a special interest in, Princess Anna and Lady Zarai were quick to make their presence known after the first competitors were announced. The shouting from the two balls of energy from the stands was enough to make him turn around and spot them. At least they had a couple escorts with them, Roman couldn’t quite place the one next to Zarai but he recognized the one with Anna but couldn’t place his name.
He could have sworn he saw the familiar shadow of Verrick the queen’s woodsmen stalking through the contestants. That man could out do all the others here if he really wanted to, Roman only saw him use a weapon a handful of times but even by just looking at the man he could get a good idea just how dangerous he could be if he chose to be. Roman began clapping for the contestants as his eyes wandered the crowd again to see if he could see any more familiar faces. He wasn't too sure about this Erza fellow but did remember something about cakes from the night before.
The giant could see his old giant friend and his quite friend off by the trees with the ever captivating crystal Damien sitting on a blanket under a tree. She came up to the railing nearby calling out to Sir Mathias for good luck. He wasn’t quite sure if he made eye contact at this distance but he was sure to wave and smile at the big guy and crystal but he couldn’t quite make out their expressions.
Still turning his eyes fell on Prince Wulfric and a few of his guards, looking stoic as ever he wasn’t quite sure how to judge this one in public places. The others in attendance seemed to stop and stare at the prince so perhaps he didn’t get out much. He did notice Wystan was next to him, if he remembered right it was his favorite guard or something, he was sure it was more than that but he couldn’t really remember.
Before the competition truly got underway Roman was able to get the attention of one of the young ladies that was offering tea and refreshments to the people at the tables and smiled,
“Excuse me miss could I trouble you to do a couple tasks for me? It seems some of my friends couldn’t find me when they got here could you please invite them to my table?”
Roman dug into one of the pouches on his waist and pulled out about 20 coins offering it to the young girl. She looked at him for a moment before taking the coins and smiling,
“Do you know where your friends are and what would you like me to say Sir?” she was obviously fishing for a name.
“Ah Lord Roman Ravenwood, if you could let Princess Anastasia and her company know that they are welcome to join me at my table as well as letting Sir Mathias Know that his son and care taker are welcome to join us as well.”
Roman continued to smile and point out the princess in the stands and Sir Mathias where the competitors are at.
“Oh and one more thing, can you tell the announcer to send the top three commoners to see me for a prize once they are done. Thank you very much for allowing me to interrupt you for a moment.” Again he smiled and the young lady gave a small curtsy then left to go talk to the others. Roman returned his attention to the competition sipping the tea he was given.
@Apex Sunburn hey im always up for another family member for roman he has a lot of family and the names are up for change if you want. the Ravenwood family are craftsmen and merchants at heart.
The breeze coming off the rolling waves of the sea was calming. Roman had taken a few steps away from the estate to go over his thoughts and the information that was given. He didn’t have the mother’s point of view but guessing from all the information he has picked up so far about them she isn’t likely to be the one giving the orders. “Come on roman go over the details.” He thought to himself while looking over across the bay.
“Let’s see after getting home last night she was likely confronted about their actions and decided to send her off early this morning. Had to have been last night by the way it sounded she left before that dammed paper was written. Punishment it would seem but perhaps to strict, their family wouldn’t gain much from sending off one of their children during one of the largest gatherings of nobles in decades. Hell, even im here.”
Something was nagging at the back of his mind, socially he may not have been the most understanding of people, but he wasn’t stupid all the time. Something just felt off, this game was about deals and power plays, but he did not see an angle that worked. This is something he should bring up to his information broker when he got here. That man was always just around the corner or in a puff of smoke.
His attention was pulled back to the estate for a moment with what looked to be a flurry of activity and questioning looks. A man stood at the gates talking to the guard. Roman picked up the end of what the man was saying and had to stare for a moment.
“ol’ Count Calbert Damien...Tell the man his bastard has arrived.”
What a strange declaration, it would seem the count could falter and be human. Making a mistake as to sire a child out of wedlock for a man of such standing would be fun to see just how far this pushes the man.
“Good luck with that friend, you’re going to need it.” He called over before walking towards the port.
Judging by the way the guards were looking at him incredulously they were just as surprised as he was so this could be fun. Still not something he wanted to stick around and see, right now he just wanted to walk and think.
Roman found himself walking through the warehouse district when he heard the announcement for the archery contest in the background. This made him stop in his tracks. This was a good opportunity to spread the Ravenwood name, offer a prize none could refuse and watch what happens from the sidelines. The options were moving through his mind, and he visually nodded at his own decision, “Yup that’s a good prize.” Turning on the heels of his feet roman headed to the warehouse he rented to store the materials and safes he brought with them.
His family had acquired one of the warehouses to store their goods and a handful of muscle to keep it safe for the summer. The one where his things where stored had a couple guards out front whom he had already gotten acquainted to when they were unloading their cargo a few days ago. Stepping inside he spent little time going through the building. Rows of boxes and crates containing materials of all different kinds for whatever their family might need while here. There was even a small room built in the corner to provide some temporary housing for their men in the event they couldn’t find anywhere to stay.
He kept passing crates and barrels till he came to a row of safes in differing sizes. Each one with a different code on the front, a code that told him what was in each one. Stopping in front of a tall safe he spent a few moments opening the complicated locking mechanism. Inside where several ornate wooden boxes almost as tall as him with paper tags attached to them. Reaching in and grabbing one he closed and locked the door before heading towards the archery range.
Upon reaching the range he saw that they had already started but they still had quite the line of attendee’s and there were still quite a few people over at the park. Walking past the line with confidence like he owned the place and the physical size to back it up Roman strode past the attendants and approached the Announcer Harry Morgan and introduced himself,
“Good morning sir, I am Lord Roman Ravenwood I have a quick announcement to make regarding the prize for the winner of this competition.”
Harry seemed surprised but handled himself appropriately with a slight bow and signaled for a quick cease fire to the other people running the show. “Go right ahead Lord Ravenwood.”
Roman took his box and cleared his throat, with a loud deep voice he spoke from his chest, “Can I have your attention please! I am Lord Roman Ravenwood of Emberstone and Ravenwood Industries!” Roman was sure to pause between each sentence to allow full understanding.
“We will be sponsoring this competition by offering a one-of-a-kind prize to the one that wins this tournament!” Roman opened the latches and pulled a long bow from the crate for all to see. “A once in a lifetime prize, a masterwork composite longbow fit for a prince, An Ivory Handle made with silver inlays and the symbol of the Ravenwood master craftsmen! Use it as a tool, a wall decoration, sell it for five times your annual pay! If you win its yours!”
The bow was quite expensive and took a long time to make, its white ivory and silver handle tapered down in color until it reached the black tips of the bow. The materials themselves that were used in its construction was likely more than a year’s wage for many of the people here. Roman took a step back from the line and moved to place the bow on the box lined with smooth beaver fur that glistened in the sun. it wasn’t the most expensive or best bow he brought with him but was one of them.
The announcer looked stunned as he admired the bow next to him. After a brief pause the competition began again with renewed vigor from the contestants. Roman new this was financially his loss, but this would help to spread the Ravenwood name in more ways than one. Publicity and good business. Most of the items he brought where to be given at things like this anyway.
Roman made his way back through the crowd of competitors giving them smiles and nods as he passed being as friendly as he could to all the participants young or old. At least he found a good spot near the front that hadn’t been claimed yet and happily accepted a cup of tea and thanked the one that poured it for him.
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