3. Oreth politely requests to speak to King Horgan

Oreth politely requests to speak to King Horgan


  • Smiles a bit, chuckling slightly and just shaking his head as he watches the two…the former "elder, and the current "elder", thinking that these are the men that represent what this place things and feels

    You know, I was going to say a nice long thing here, but I'll keep it short because its wasting breath on you people. A gali and an outside spectator both have given testimony of her looong ago working with arthro in an attempt to get me killed. That's why she was wanted. The camp harbored her, and instead of bringing down an army to recover her when you all were harboring a fugative I let it slide and let her remain free and walking around out of respect for friends I had here. So don't even begin to try to blame her working with this Threat to the Nars on me because it is a downright lie.

    Oh, and Sy'wyn…i've long considered a life here, and believe I would enjoy it and would love to contribute. There are some of you whose attitudes I can't stand and honestly detest, but then that's true of any large family smirks slightly but I would never swear an oath to a place that acts as they do now in this situation. Maybe in some years when the truth of her and her master come out and when a request to speak to the elders or the king to get a simple thing done doesn't take five years time, I may reconsider your offer.


  • ::Arandor listens in on the conversation, shaking his head slowly and rolling his eyes at some of the comments.::

    "I don't know exactly what happened in those woods, and the desecration truly disgusts me… Yet even if what you say is true, you waste time with this. What sense does it make to go after the 'Malarite's bitch' and not the real threat himself? The fact is Olivia has lived among us far longer than anyone of you... She's about as likely to 'eat our children's faces' as the blue bard is to speak tersely..."

    ::He turns to Zyphlin as he says that.::

    "What happened to 'washing your hands clean' of this, decided to get them dirty afterall? Nothing new to add, unsuprisingly… You claim to be here on behalf of your friend, yet it seems to most you are here simply to get under our skin. Doing a damned good job at that."

    ::He frowns slightly as he continues.::

    "Blind eye… Damned right 'blind eye'... We've enough problems as it is without this petty squabbling. I find it a low thing to do, Zyphlin, that you would seek to somehow use our plight to further this nonsense... Lower still given the Kings current condition... As far as I'm concerned, anyone may bring claim of oath-breakers to the Elders, but it is ultimately up to the Elders to decide who has betrayed the oath..."

    ::Turning to the fire, he sighs softly, going silent for a time before speaking again.::

    "It is unfortunate that Oreth decided to leave before he had a chance to speak with the Elders, but that was ultimately his decision… And none fault him for it. I considered him a friend as well, and he will be missed."


  • Softly chuckles….

    "e: actually Zyphlin, if i recall… you coming with an arrest warrant for Olivia is what drove her to talking so much to Arthro... I believe I tried to get everyone to sit and talk... but that did not work so well did it? You did want her in a cell after all."

    Rolls up to his feet

    "e: not to mention last i heard… I believe the gnolls took someone from Peltarch.... is it not in your interest to be here? They have taken some from Jiyyd... is it not in their interest to be here? Soon the Eastlanders will likely send troops... Gali fought for your city without being asked, and without asking back... yet every time you come here you seem to want something, and speak of elitism when you do not hear what you want... You want to be a part of the camp..? I will open the gates to you..."

    Walks off towards the inner camp, before turning and looking back at Zyphlin…

    "e: come… swear the oath..."

    Gives a smirk of his own


  • Smirks at Sy'wyn

    <e>Yes, I do? And is it wrong of me to speak about things that concern my friends. Your realitive is right, everyone needs thier one oath…and mine is forever to those i consider my close friends. Now, perhaps I'm wrong...perhaps all the rumors and statements of racisism and elitism that always swirls around about the gypsies and thier camp is right and if you're an outsider you have no place to say a single statement even if its in the defense of a friend, even if you've helped the place before, or any other factor. Now personally, I don't think thats true...i don't like to think of a place breeding racism. But who knows, maybe I'm wrong...but if outsiders voices aren't to be listened, spoken, or heard then why is the king asking for outside help with things?</e>

  • N

    _Alvar sits by the fire carving on a stick with his knife.

    He mutters…_

    "Make three oaths, live in turmoil. Make two oaths, live in conflict. Make one oath, live in peace. Make no oath, might as well not live at all."

    He shrugs and continues carving.


  • Sy'wyn lifts his head long enough to mutter…

    "e: and again the bard chirps in….."


  • (( since this appears to be happening by the gypsy fires ))

    Lets out a little chuckle as he sits against the rock, listening and looking at the fires as he has been on occasion due to this and other matters going on in the gypsy camp. He just kind of smiles at tala.

    How easy people are to believe simple things when they want to. A wolf of your talents should be much more adapt at being unseen and seeing the truth of matters. She's learning the ways of only the sword about as much as I learned how to play spoons from bromley and nothing else. The camp chooses to be blind to the obvious because they have danger at thier sides…danger that may've been irked forward by the sacrficies of the creatures to a certain god...and thus it is their right. Doesn't mean their still not turning a blind eye though.


  • I talked to Olivia Ty. She is trying to learn swordsmanship from Arthro. Nothing more nothing less, she seeks only to learn to swing her sword better.

    Training with a Malarite while I personally find it repugnant… who am I to tell her what to do?

    I tried to ask oreth why he is sure it is Olivia, but have recieved no word from him. Perhaps my letter has not yet found him. Perhaps he cares so little for the camp he does not care to answer me.

    looks to Sy

    I know for a fact that Oreth tried to talk to the king several times about different matters as they arose.


  • Sy'wyn watches the card flipping Ty for awhile, while relaxed against his tree stump and wrapped tight in his cloak. Finally, he speaks in a low tone that is flat and expressionless,

    "e: If you are done, Ty…? Or perhaps you would say more? Not all is what it seems... i still remember having to hold Oreth from planning the death of another Gali. I almost had to do the same with Fadia. I remember being told by the "Gali" archdruid that violence against a fellow Gali would be used if needed... I watched others sworn by the oath nod in agreement. I was told there was no King of the Romani, and that none would listen to him or what he said... I see no reason why Oreth asked the King's opinion... he has not before..."

    he picks up a stick and tosses it into the flames of the fire watching it burn for awhile… then pulls his hood low once again and leans back against the tree, those close would hear him softly say,

    "e: Makes me happy I am no longer an Elder…"


  • One quiet night about the Fires, as the moon and stars shine through the canopy above the Camp, Tyche uncorks a bottle of Romani wine and addresses whomsoever may be present. Leaning back against a tree, he has the look of someone who is both irate and exasperated with an issue, lifting his hands to emphasis points here and there, although lazily; his mouth curls into a frown and jeer once in awhile, as he speaks, and his eyes are half-closed, glazed and distant.

    Ty concentrates a moment before starting. "Look, this is a pretty simple matter, if you look at it. The Oath entails protecting the camp—what Oreth wished to do was to protect the camp from the Malarite." He puts the wine bottle up to his lips and drinks, sighing contentedly afterward and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing.

    "Olivia, according to Oreth and others, has been seen abetting the Malarite, Arthro; plus, who didn't see her and the Lady Arien bringing him through the camp?" Ty smirks, flicking his wrist and producing an Ace of Clubs. "Oh, right, 'cause I know so many other guys in black armour with flaming swords."

    Shifing slightly, he takes another sip of wine and furrows his brow, an expression of concern passing over his countenance. "Moreover, what does Olivia and Arthro do? Slaughter the dinosaurs in the Rawlinwoods and leave it strewn about for Oreth to find." Ty smirks his gambler's smirk.

    "For those of you unfamiliar with Ubtao, as far as I know, he is a God with three key points: riddles, labyrinths, and dinosaurs. They, dinosaurs, are his holy chosen creature, and Oreth prob'ly ran about with a bunch of 'em back in his childhood in Chult, and I know he considered them his parents." Pulling a knee up and placing the wine bottle by his side on the ground, he rests one arm on it and holds his other hand up, now displaying an Ace of Clubs and a Ten of Spades.

    "Imagine, if you will, that someone who is supposedly your sister, our—" He raises his free hand and makes quote marks with his fingers."—'Prala' is killing your God's children and the beings you consider like blood relatives. Oh, then leaves the bits and pieces at your doorstep. If that isn't threatening harm on a Gali, I don't know what is." Ty shakes his head, then brushes his hair back with one hand. Turning his other wrist over, he holds up the Queen of Clubs.

    "And she's aiding a Malarite . . . A Malarite. Malar, from what little I've collected, is a God whose main hobby is eating your face for fun and sport." Ty chuckles darkly and picks the bottle up to take a swig. "Ubtao: dinosaurs, riddles, and labyrinths. Malar: eats your face 'cause it's tasty and fun. Who do I want to live with? Easy choice. None of this tolerating the sinister and wicked bullshit like Peltarch. Following a God who will take pleasure in eating my face is as close to directly stating that, 'Why, yes, I would like to kill you,' as it gets."

    Narrowing his eyes and shifting in his seat, he produces a final card, the King of Hearts. "Is Olivia breaking the Oath? Yes. Was it going directly against the spirit of the Oath to just forsake it and move away? Yea." Ty frowns slightly. "You're missing the part about 'protecting the camp' if you think leaving behind a Malarite and his bitch is a good plan. I'm not leaving, but I'm not happy with it, either."

    Tilting his head back, Ty finishes off the remaining half the bottle in a few chugs and then sighs and grunts. "What do you want? Someone who will ride on the backs of dinsosaurs, solving riddles, while navigating a maze, or someone who may very well eat your children's faces for sport? Don't feel safe, unless you're stupid. Maybe it'll make you happy to find one of the Romani kids chopped up and left at the Gate, but it won't make me feel so wonderful."


  • The little man with red hair looks about in confusion, then goes to speak with one of the resident romani.

    "Hey pal, maybe I'm not entirely informerated, but isn't the Oath something you take for life? I mean, with all these gaje tossing their oaths aside, aren't there supposed to be romani curses flyin' around? Seems like they're less scared of betraying their oaths than crossin' the Nars…and let me tell you, the Nars is like a cakewalk these days!"


  • Janus SilverOak, a quiet newcomer to the camp, can't help but overhear word of the conflict.

    He speaks quietly, and to no one in particular, "Thine problems are compounded by disrespect of the woodlands. How might thou hope to live amongst the forest without the cooperation of its servants? Thou would forfeit the succor of the land itself. Thou wilt tip the scales, defile what once was pure, and in doing so, destroy thyselves."

    He dusts himself off, venturing into the Southern Pass to resume his fight against the arachnidae.

    (edit for typo)

  • N

    Tobias, the student of Silvanus, was considering forsaking his oath as well. He figured he'd get right on it after one last look around the deep spider forest. An irate spider decided his fate for him. He is now enjoying his reunion with his former animal companions Dog I and Dog II in the Fugue plane.

  • The Halfling Defence League

    Fadia is heard to have forsaken her oath as well, shortly after Oreth did his, and is quite vocal in encouraging other gali to do so


  • Following a…less than cordial discussion with Olivia at the entrance to the camp a tenday or so ago, it was heard that Oreth forsook his oath, and collected his belongings from the communal tree. He sends word to the elders that they need not worry about any of his various requests for audience any longer.


  • tala quietly approaches Master Tero to explain Oreth's upset

    One of the blessed by his god was brutually slain and left to rot at the enterance to the consecrated druid glenn. The defiler perpertrated this against not just the circle, but also against him. It was to be a sign. Oreth feels this was directed at him by Olivia, a personal attack on him… as though she were laughing at him using his gods protected to taunt him.

    shakes her head looking grim

    I am not sure I"d have reacted much better to find a slaughtered unicorn at the enterance to the wolves den, the camp or even my cave.

    sighs and runs a hand through her hair

    That being said, I am not sure that the death can be directly tied to her or not. You would need to speak with Oreth for to find out what he has that links her to the defilement.

    I will try to speak to him about holding his peace till the current threat with the gnolls is over. His help in reconsecrating the ground could be useful. He has also been very faithful in helping to save the Dryad and other camp forestry issues. At the same time Olivia has lived here longer. It is a sticky and senstive issue.

    looks to Tero's face to read his reaction


  • Olivia stops her daily training upon spotting the bloodied Oreth from afar… she uses her foot to help her free her greatsword from the wooden combat dummy and then takes a few gulps from her waterskin. She cleans herself up... her eyes fixed on the angry druid.... a slight grin creeps across her face. After a few moments, she asks those who heard him what Oreth wanted. After hearing what was said, she chuckles as she puts her long oily black hair back into a tail

    I think i need to have a few words with this fool shakes her head Who does he think he is -demanding- that i be stripped of my oath?! … and -demanding- things of our king during these troubled times?!?! I have been a gali far longer than most till this day... i have shown respect and honored this camp's way of life. takes deep breath then speaks in a tougher tone I am going to make this clear, i will not bring harm to anyone who has taken the Oath.... but if i am continued to be called names, and have threats made to me, i -will- let you feel the sharp end of my blade to put some sense into your head!!

    After having finished her brief conversations with those around, she makes her way to the fires to see what meat is being cooked


  • Edit: Entry deleted. Didn't realize Tero walked away at the end of that. Retyping it for reposting in a way that isn't stupid.

    Oreth looks up from the water, the blood starting to wash off of his arms and legs now, the stench of two tons of butchered meat rising off of him in waves. His long, quiet litany of curses in chultan has since ended, and he watches Tero head back for his tent. He pulls himself up out of the water, drying himself and crushing herbs on his skin to dampen the lingering wisps of stench. Shrugging into his leathers and buckling on his sword belt, he follows after the old rom, then hearing that the man has already gone, he waits patiently by the elder's tent for him to return. The young druid addresses him in a calm, emotionless tone far removed from the frantic rage of his earlier speech

    Babo Tero. I apologize. I truly meant to ask to speak with King Horgan regarding this. My anger got the better of me….I will not allow it to happen again.

    He shakes his head, and rubs a cloth between his fingers, and cleans under his fingernails, removing blood and bits of meat

    Still, if the oathbreaker who attacks Gali, allies with those who attack and threaten Gali, and breaks the king's orders against doing so, can go unpunished for this long, and still enjoy a welcome place at our hearthfires and in our tents, then all of our oaths are worthless.

    This struggle against the gnolls is meaningless if we defend nothing of value

    Furthermore, my grudge against her is not some theological disagreement. Her master, and more than likely she herself, have butchered at least two holy creatures of my god and left the last one's body strewn out for me to find, in an attempt to provoke and anger me. If I sit by and allow this to stand, then my faith is equally worthless.

    They threaten my friends, and our mutual family, and wage war on the circle, many of whom, including the archdruid, have been loyal Gali for years upon years.

    Beyond that, so long as she has access to our home, our place of rest, so too does her master. I will not be slain in my sleep, and I would not see the rest of you be killed so either. Especially not the romani and gali children.

    But if you will not defend yourselves, and will not allow others to defend you by slaying the oathbreaker or hedging her out, then the only person here that I can defend is myself by leaving.

    If the king is indisposed, perhaps someone else can make this decision. I do not take leaving the camp lightly. This place has been my home for the better half of a decade, and these people my family, and I would very much like to stay and defend both.

    Until a decision can be made….where do you need me?


  • Swordmaster Tero hears of Oreth's demands and approaches him, eyes narrowed and hands clenched on his two swords. His words are clipped, his voice sharp.

    In case you've forgotten, we're in a struggle for our very lives here. The King is maimed, half-blinded and isn't seeing anyone right now as he tries to deal with the situation here and has no time for such squabbles.

    …I understand that in the city to the north, Peltarch, there are Banites and Tormites who live within the same city, pass each other other on the street without open conflict. Elsewhere, this is also true. Why in the names of all the gods do you think it should be different here?

    Tero, his face now livid, takes a deep breath before continuing in a more quiet voice

    Instead of making demands, may I 'suggest' that you help find the meaning of what is happening here and how we might find a way to change back the gnolls into the mere thorn in our side that they once were…or a way to remove them once and for all. Good day to you.

    Tero stalks away, heading to his tent as two guardsmen stop and tell him of another push by the Gnolls, three more guards dead. He curses loudly then runs north to put his two swords to work at pushing the Gnolls back once more.


  • A small man with curly red hair looks up from where he's playing, nearby.
    He laughs a deep (but very small) laugh.

    "Make demands of the King, does he? He might try a little honey with his spice…the King's a fair man! All I did was give him his fair share of my...coughs profits and he promised me use of his personal royal tent for a celebration, just as soon as my quest is complete! Poor, silly druid. If only they didn't live on twigs and berries maybe he could trade the King for what he wants. ...is that the cutie Olivia with the big sword?" [he laughs cheerfully] "Oathbreaker! Oh, my! But her buttocks are so round, and firm! Surely she cannot be a follower of the Evil Cariboo! Surely not!"