Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 15, 2009 23:52:05 GMT -8
Damara
(Insight: She certainly seems to believe what she's saying, and she's either a terrible liar or an impossibly brilliant one. Streetwise: Nothing specific, but you have heard that Rangers of the elven community often have broad powers to detain and judge people because they travel so far from any court or large city.)
Damara draws herself up slightly at Quel's inquiry, her voice turning mildly icy as she fixes him with a rather lingering look that leaves no doubt that her dignified outrage, at least, is genuine. "In addition to the laws of the Council of Sedreen of the Lesser Moon, I also represent justice, mercenary, which needs no borders and no jurisdiction."
Taking a slow breath and raising a hand to forestall an answering remark, she visibly forces herself to calm and offers Quel and Zeke both a smile that's oddly apologetic. "I hope you will both pardon my... impulsive tongue. I have had a hard journey through places where ruffians were so thick that a person could scarce move without someone trying to slit her purse or her throat, and found the discharge of my duties often dependent on myself alone because no other authority would bestir itself to help keep people safe. If I judge you too quickly or too harshly, I hope you will forgive me. The safety of the innocents who are captives of the orcs is the important thing, and the rest is but ill wind and smoke in the air."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 16, 2009 4:58:04 GMT -8
The Spellsword
His breakfast finished, Quel resumes puffing on his cigar, clearly not satisfied with the elven 'ranger's' explanation. "Justice always belongs to someone, skinchanger. What you're talking about is your own. . ." He leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers, keeping the leather-clad digits from shaking by sheer force of will, "Where I grew up, which incidentally is not nine blocks from this very spot, they'd call you a vigilante. What exactly do you say to that?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 16, 2009 7:16:20 GMT -8
The Glove Abandoning his efforts to read, it seems he is still laughing quite a bit, Gavril returns the book to the bag and leans back in his chair, observing his three companions. Its hard to tell, as he is completely covered, but the twinkling of his black eyes seems to indicate either anger or amusement. "No offense Miss Damara, but I thought that the Imperial City had its own law enforcement? And that the laws of the Lesser Moon did not apply in the Empire?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 16, 2009 9:22:01 GMT -8
(How are you guys planning to travel? Foot, or taking mounts of some sort?)
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 16, 2009 9:39:42 GMT -8
(How are you guys planning to travel? Foot, or taking mounts of some sort?) (I'm assuming on foot. Quel doesn't have any sort of mount.)
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 16, 2009 11:12:07 GMT -8
(How are you guys planning to travel? Foot, or taking mounts of some sort?) (I'm assuming on foot. Quel doesn't have any sort of mount.) (Ditto)
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Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 16, 2009 14:03:10 GMT -8
The SpellswordHis breakfast finished, Quel resumes puffing on his cigar, clearly not satisfied with the elven 'ranger's' explanation. " Justice always belongs to someone, skinchanger. What you're talking about is your own. . ." He leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers, keeping the leather-clad digits from shaking by sheer force of will, "Where I grew up, which incidentally is not nine blocks from this very spot, they'd call you a vigilante. What exactly do you say to that?" Damara She tilts her head slightly, looking to Quel and then to Gavril. "Justice belongs to the Law and the Gods, mercenary, not to any one nation or people. What's just in Starhaven does not suddenly cease to be just simply because one has traveled to the Imperial City, or vice versa. I do not know this word, vigilante, but from your tone I suppose you do not think highly of it. Yet evil is no respecter of places or of nations, so why should those who hunt evil not pursue it wherever it hides? What is wrong is wrong, no matter where you go or what clothes it wears." (Damara has a riding horse, but will travel as the group does and use the horse for carrying things if we walk.)
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 16, 2009 14:43:59 GMT -8
The Glove "You seem to be confusing the ideas of law and chaos with those of good and evil. There are places in this world where people have no respect for the law, yet are filled with good people. On the flip side there are places where the law is everything, but those laws are in themselves harsh and bigoted. And in both societies people can live happily." Gavril begins to stroke the bottom of his mask absentmindedly, as if remembering a far off time, and speaks slowly, as if the current conversation is not of great importance. "And the Gods themselves can not even agree on what is true justice and what is truly good. They are as misguided in this as people are. A person living in the jungle will not understand the laws and morals of a city dweller, nor those of the mountain folk. As you can tell from our companion, what you do can be considered unlawful or evil by people. Yet you consider it a good thing. Are you saying that you are right and they wrong?" Gavril's hand drops back to the table, and his attention returns to Damara. "No, it is for the society one is in to determine what is right and wrong, what is lawful and unlawful. Not the personal ideals of a wanderer, nor the words of a god."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 16, 2009 15:03:39 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel blows a smoke rign in Damara's general direction, although it dissipates far before it would reach her. Still, the scent of tobacco and cinnamon drift over.
"Our verbose friend has the right of it, in my eyes," He says, "Though there are some things I'll cut you down for whether the law gives right or no." He ashes the cigar, tapping it thoughtfully against the side of the table, "And a good deal more things I'll cut you down for doing to my friends."
He leans forward again, "What I don't have are high and mighty notions that what I do is justice. I look out for me and mine. . . which is about all you can expect of people."
He leans back, puffing on his cigar, which is by now little more than a stub of smoldering leaf, "I don't particularly care if you think you're on the righteous path or whatever. . . don't have a problem working with you," He pauses a moment, to place emphasis on what he's about to say, switching to a heavily accented but grammatically correct elven, "[Elven]But you pull that shooter of yours on me again? You be damn sure only one of us is walking away. Comprehend[/Elven]?"
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Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 16, 2009 16:31:45 GMT -8
Damara
She gives Quel a slightly startled look, then curves a crooked smile at him. "I'll remember that, [Elven]sellsword[/Elven]." The word, like her expression, has a grudging respect in it along with the stubborn disagreement. "Now, if we're done spouting philosophy, don't we have people to save?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 16, 2009 17:55:22 GMT -8
Laughing at Damara's last comment, Gavril replies in a language that sounds as foreign to untrained ears as tongues. (Deep Speech: "I'm working with such violent people!")
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 16, 2009 19:04:55 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel nods, at last satisfied with his understanding with the elven woman, "Here's what we know. The orcs of the thunderaxe tribe are using slaves to mine silver. The mine itself has two entrances. . . a main entrance and a ventilation shaft. The ventilation shaft is lightly guarded, if at all, but requires a magial platform to go down. The orcs keep one in a tent on the outskirts of their camp."
the hlf-elf flicks the butt of his cigar into a nearby spitoon, reaching into his coat for another one, "Now, the plan is to sneak into their camp and steal the platform. . . any questions?"
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Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 16, 2009 23:23:32 GMT -8
Damara
"It sounds sensible enough. Will we go as a group, or will we send someone ahead to seize the platform and then have everyone else rush aboard once the intruder has it in motion?"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 17, 2009 4:52:22 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel strikes a tindertwig against the table, lighting his new cigar, "I say that's something that needs to be called once we're there. . . I honestly don't know whether the ventilation shaft is within their camp or nearby. . . for now, lets say you two," He indicates the Glove and Damara, "Get the honors of sneaking in."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 7:01:32 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial listens quietly as Quel and the others make plans. He knew they were better at it than he was, and he wanted to make sure he didn't miss a thing.
He wanted to be a leader, but was patient enough to realise that the time for him to become one was not yet upon him. He would wait, and he would learn.
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