Hoarrans at the tower
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Anor doesn't look specialy surprised by Yngdírs superiority comment and seems more than happy regardless, as long as they stop arguing for non-sense.
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Yngdír is utterly perplexed by Anor's approach to all of this, however, he simply nods.
"Thank you Private. When I need counsel on how I should react when these men begin to make preperations for a long stay on our land - I will ask for it, from my superiors."
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Anor approaches quietly and stays relatively in the middle of both, or at least in a place where both have to see her.
Please, let us not make from this an opportunity to verbaly attack each others but to try to behave, for once, without violence in between. They have clearly come here with a purpose, sergeant Yngdír, and not a violent one as you can see, so I would urge that we treat them with the same respect and consideration as they are treating us right now.
As you well said, you are not in charge here, and you should let the talk to those in the proper position to do it. You may or may not like them, but at this moment, and here, you are not what you like, you are a legionaire, and you shall do your best to make your colors proud.
Let us have friendly and distended chats instead of accusations and useless hostility. If there's something to be said to them, that's not our task to do.
She talks respectfuly and sincerely, her blond hair shinning with the sun light and her beautiful voice transformed into soft words that would soften many hearts
//Base Charisma 16
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Yngdír seems unimpressed by Danielle's words and actions.
"_I am not chief officer here. If I was, your men would have already been removed from these grounds. Any of your men who have died, have died as antagonists. And they have died in numbers that far outweigh our own casualties - because your men attack in groups. I have stated clearly that we will defend this land.
As to what claims we hold versus your own, the Legion lays claim to nothing outside of the immediate grounds of our Tower. The grounds your men are setting up camp upon without our permission. Our patrols are lead through places where no other military force will patrol. If we did not, there would be many cults of Cyric, Velsharoon, demonic entities and so on. There would be the wrath of the Furies to contend with. There would be massed Goblin armies battering down the gates of Norwick.
If you count these things as errors of the Legion then you are a traitor to the land that you claim and you are in league with our enemies.
If you are here to negotiate otherwise then speak your piece. But do not expect a warm welcome from this Legionnaire._"
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Danielle visibly brightens as He comes down.
Well, not the welcome I was quite expecting. We are hear at your invitation actually, but if you insist on covering this again, shall I again draw comparisons between us?
Your people "patrol" for gain wherever you please. We actually have far more claim to the land we patrol then you do to say… the Rawlinswoods? the gnoll lands? Which causes a good fuss from them which of course bothers you not, but tends to have consequences for us.
Shall I continue?
Motions to the Legion members still gathered around. Who looks more inclined to war here? Do you have a list perhaps of those who have fallen to my people? Or perhaps kidnapped and held still?
Pulls out what appears to be a rather lengthy scroll Shall we compare lists? Should I count my people as less?
You say time and again we turn from offers of peace? I'm here now, and your offer so far is a dented bucket, a spelled group of infantry and a list of grievances you've admitted you'll never forgive… oh, and the hope that the water has been used by a horse. You should care for your animals better by the way.
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@3f71d6de86=Kayleb:
During all of this Marty is nowhere to be seen.
((unless you can spot a 47 hide skill))
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During all of this Marty is nowhere to be seen.
((unless you can spot a 47 hide))
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Yngdír walks slowly out of tower, speaking as he descends the Tower stairs at the causeway.
"Your people kidnap and kill for banditry, on land that is not your own. On land that we, the Legion, will defend. Every day that you fail to approach in peace is another day that you arouse suspicion. Every Legionnaire that you have killed or harmed is an offense that will not be forgotten. For most of us, for me, they are offenses that will not be forgiven."
he sits on the small bench just outside the tower.
"_And now you ask our hospitality? You act to insult the Legion at our own Tower by coming here to say that you are all anything but murderers and bandits. The Legionnaires you have killed, most of the Legionnaires you have harmed - had nothing to do with any past war. They had done no grievance upon you.
Now I ask you this before I draw my own conclusion; why have you come here with so many men?_"
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- Ael'Que is riding by on his way south with a load of supplies. Noticing the new camp he motions to his filled packs and asks Danielle if she would like some fresh meat for her troops*
"I have more here then we will use where I am going. If you would like some fresh meat you are welcome to it. "
Whether they take the offered supplies or not he does hand Danielle a packet of fine tea and waves to Elsbeth and the others as he rides on.
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Is looking over the ding in the bucket, seemingly more concerned with it then the Legionairres who still seem more concerned with looking fierce then anything.
By Hoar, I'd hope not. You've all been drinking from that for how many years now?
She waves over one of the Hoarrans,
Mount up, head back to camp, have them fix this dent if you would. Bring back… hm.
She looks over her squad a moment, then skywards.
Probably get some rain soon enough. Four barrels of water if you would.. looks at the gathered Legion members, then back to the Hoarran, best make it six. No sense letting our hosts live off horse piss tainted water if we can avoid it.
The Hoarran looks about to say something, but holds his tongue, nods to her and mounts up as his horse trots up seemingly of it's own violation before galloping off south. Danielle turns to those still by the tents.
Water might be tainted. No idea how long these Legion soldiers have been drinking such, but until the fresh arrives we're on rationing.
The order is met with little comment or surprise from the Hoarrans. Danielle nods her thanks to Elsbeth and heads back to the others.
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as she approaches she can certainly smell a foul odor coming from the obese figure Urr… Fresh wata? Thas a guud idea! looks back to the legion chef Hey WHy dont we have fresh water!? * An echoing in the halls is heard* Si.. Sir! the stream is fresh water as long as you dont bathe in it!!" politley smiles to danielle and takes her bucket Excuse me un moment while i tend to the loud mouth chef grins again BAM! BANG! POW! is heard with grumpy rumblings " Ohh ye think it funny! HAHA who laughin now!! returns to door and the bucket has a fresh new ding in it Tanks.. it seems de stream is all de fresh wata we use as weell Be safe an watch out fer those bandits tha travel this road.....
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There are those who might claim that your unarmored arse is a rather large and too tempting of a target to need any other reason to hit with an arrow. We appreciate your hospitality.
With a smile to the infantry that is gathering she taps the rear of her horse who trots off to their stables and signals to the others who dismount as one and begin unpacking. She points out an area for a line of tents, making sure that a tent is set up solely for two people she names as Jenni and Jonni. In short order their horses are stabled or loose in the coral, none tethered, there is an orderly line of tents in a row, sentries are posted and cook fires are being worked on, though none but Danielle have removed their armor. Danielle herself walks over to the infantry carrying a bucket and asks politely,
I believe he asked if anything else was needed, as she holds up the bucket, do you have fresh water, or will we need to use the stream there?
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@5d9af1ebd0=Labur:
While the General is out talking to the riders, Labur quietly assembles the infantry encase things turn ugly.
Troff Legion forms up under Labur. Keeping quiet and looking tens with weapons ready to be drawn in a moments notice.
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Anor speaks quietly Just please be careful with the garden, i've been working hard to keep it nice and alive…she was while cutting some dead branches from a nearby tree
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While the General is out talking to the riders, Labur quietly assembles the infantry encase things turn ugly.
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Grumbling in Orc is heard as the door to the tower slams open. A mountain. Of a obese thing shouts
who the fark is barkin!? I'm tryin ta farkin sleep in ere! rubs his eyes. Ahh fark! If ye wanna talk peltarchs that way! Ye wanna protect yer farkin land then do it without shooting me in Tha arse for nae reason! As lung as ye don't shoot me wit yer farkin arrows have a pleasant stay! points to their left watch out though my horse shites all kvra the farkin place! Ye need anythin else!?
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Hammer watches the proceedings with great interest.
