Oreth politely requests to speak to King Horgan
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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
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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
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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?
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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.
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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!"
