3. Oreth politely requests to speak to King Horgan

Oreth politely requests to speak to King Horgan


  • Upon hearing that more information is required of him, Oreth eventually brings himself to reappear at the fires. He doesn't address most of what has been said, and limits himself to the question directed at him

    We found Arthro out in the woods hunting dinosaurs and saurials the night before. Said he was waiting for a friend. We ran him off, but obviously he came back.

    Then a day or so after the carcass was found, she turns up with a dinosaur-tooth necklace, and makes a very big point of showing it off to me.

    So I laid down my oath for several reasons. The only pertinent one is that I might take her life and that of her master, and do my god's will, without breaking it.

    Do you require anything else of me?


  • tala looks to zyphlin and frowns muttering about people insulting her

    Ty, Olivia has been a friend of my family for longer the Sarah'linae has been born. I do assure you she has yet to eat my daughters face off yet. I will make sure you are the first to know if that ever happens.

    gives him a half smile

    She choose to study swordsmanship unders Arthro because he uses the same type of sword she does. Master Tero does not, nor does arandor, not does anyone else I know.

    When did she make loud threats against anyone? This is the first I have heard of it.

    If you'll recall early this night I commented that Oreth had tried for meetings with the kings. I was in support of trying to work things out with Oreth. I am much saddened to see him go. What am I to do though? Pick friends? Lets see this one lives with a spider and that one trains with a malarite… maybe make a list of their attributes?

    I would like to see this worked out, but Oreth left before he let me work on it. I still have yet to hear what proof there is that Olivia was in anyway involved in the slaying of dinosaur. I do understand Oreth's ire. I would have felt the same to find a white stag similarly in my home. I said as much to Tero.

    shrugs

    You come here with alot of notions about how things ought to be zyphlin. The reality is how things are. The Romani are not a hurried people. They do not like conflict. We talk and deal with things privately. There are times when even I having lived here almost 12 years now am still excluded from deeply Romani discussions. It is not just a town with rules and laws it is a family with history, customs and culture. What works in peltarch would not work here in the camp. I do hope someday you will be able to understand the subtle differences there in. I likewise hope that Oreth comes home sooner rather then later.

    takes a drink from her canteen and then frowns as it is empty

    who wants tea?


  • Tyche listens to the conversation, quietly sipping his wine and shuffling his cards with one hand.

    "Why care, Arandor? 'Cause she can open the gate." Tyche sighs, and pulls his legs into a crossed position. "And why learn swordsmanship from a Malarite, when you can just . . . Hire a teacher from the Romani? Is Tero not our resident master of blades?"

    Ty watches Sy'wyn walk off after exchanging banter with Zyphlin, and shakes his head slightly, mostly remaining quiet on the issue between them.

    "I don't think Oreth—or Fadia, or anyone who just forsakes their Oath 'cause something doesn't go their way—did the right thing. I also don't care if druids have threatened Gali, that's entirely unrelated." Ty takes a long pull of wine before tossing the empty bottle toward the fire.

    "But, if she is working with Arthro, which she seems to have admitted already and we know, anyway, then who cares for what reason?" Ty furrows his brow and wipes his hand over his face, letting out a long breath of air. "Letting a clear threat to the camp through the gates is bringing potential harm to the Kumpania. If you are helping someone make a move against a Gali, as a Gali, then you are not following the part of the Oath that says 'shall not harm another Oathtaker.'"

    Glancing up toward the treetops, Tyche listens momentarily to the crackling of the fire and the general ambience of the surroundings. "I am perfectly aware she has been here longer than me, by years. However, that isn't a reason to just glaze over the issue, since she's one of your oldest friends, Elrin."

    Ty cuts his cards a few times and chews on his bottom lip. "Facts: Oreth requested word with the King and the elders numerous times. He tried to bring the issue to the Kumpania's attention over and over, and was met with silence or head-shaking and eye-rolling. There was no meeting, no hearing, no investigation, trial, nothing." He riffles his cards and shuffles them on his knee, bridging and cutting betwen each shuffle. "I respect you, Arandor, as the Gali Elder. But, this issue has existed long before the King's injury, Katya's visions, the persistent gnoll attacks, the demons—just not the ghosts and undead. This has been sitting on the table for years, unattended to no real excusable reason. Because nobody apparently cared." Ty sighs and stretches his legs out, slipping his deck of cards into his inside shirt pocket.

    "I can't force you to be concerned, but you must understand that when I hear about a Gali making very loud and clear threats to another Gali, then you'll have to pardon me for bringing it up." Tyche pops his knuckles, twining is fingers together and pushing his hands outward. "I sympathise with Oreth and his sentiment that the Oath doesn't seem to carry much actual, true weight around here." He glances at where Sy'wyn went off. "As an Elder, Sy'wyn witnessed Gali making plots to kill other Gali and Gali being threatened by their kin? And they remained Gali? Were repercussions even administered? What does that say?"

    Grimacing, Tyche leans forward and picks up a handful of leaves, crushing them in his hand and filtering the debris through his fingers. "To be absolutely clear, I make no threats, or push for no banishment. I am merely sad and a bit confused by this apparently convenient apathy. When the fact is that when there was nothing urgent going on, nothing happened, and, then, these urgent issues surface and suddenly that's why it's unimportant now, despite the non-exiistence of said issues in the past? I guess I need a few more drinks to make that make sense . . . "


  • (( the correct response if you think someone is assuming knowledge they shouldn't have is to contact a PG who will contact a DM who will verify. There's no need to call public attention to what may be an honest mistake ))


  • (( Remember there is a tride and true roleplaying tool in roleplaying games and even in books….lieing and assuming. The numerous posts on here of "seeing a man out in gnolls with a flaming sword with olivia" can easily make people assume and then state as fact in thier own mind that she must've let arthro go through the camp. Also, many of us saw you all in the cold caves killing the ogres, and its rather common knowledge the only way into the cold caves is through the camp. As far as things erased OOCly. It was to my understanding that you would simply not be wanted anymore and it was to be left at that and we weren't to interact. Although it was also said you were to disinvolve yourself with the arthro plot, but this isn't the place to get into that so if you want to hash that up please take it to PM's instead. Final thing, I don't know about the druid grove, but this is a thing to remember, there's always possibly more going on then you realize. Stealthers can be everywhere and "Scry" is a simple spell for many casters to cast that can be used with nothing more then 'the persons that killed the dinasour and left it outside the glen'. Finally, if you have issues with thoughts of people metagaming it may really be better asked to PM them about it and discuss it in private then throwing it up on the public forum in an IC thread))

    Chuckles slightly and waves to Sy'wyn, smiling at the comment

    Never said that the "simple" things i spoke of was removing the oath, thats just what you want to assume. That's your problem, you and others like to say I say the same stuff all the time, but you never actually listen to what I say and think about it a second to realize if thats true or not.

    Shrugs and goes back to sitting against the rock, strumming his yarting peacefully as he listens to the crackling fire


  • "e: call it how you see it Zyphlin. Every time I asked for proof nothing was given… I no longer care... as for having someone being stripped of their oath being considered a "simple" thing... that just tells me you know nothing of this place you thought about living in...

    Wanders on into the inner camp, muttering something or another about bards playing music like they should.


  • (( two things to consider about all this… first, whenever arthro came with me to kill gnolls and ogres, he ALWAYS used a potion of invisibility to get by, there's little chance you saw him.... i'll admit that you saw Zanetar but no way did you see Arthro. Second thing, me trying to kill Zyph... i thought that was erased OOCly. meaning that i am not wanted from peltarch or anything like that anymore.... i guess i there's one more thing. The desecration of the druid's grove, did someone actually see that beside the people that were involved? this is OOC so i'm not gonna come after you if you did. ))


  • 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.