Jul 16, 2025 3:35 pm
Miyana sighs. "Looks like we're going back to Threshold."
A Matter of Faith
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Patriarch Olliver Jowett
Jul 17, 2025 8:36 pm
Patriarch Olliver Jowett
"Father Diadane; please see to the preparations for travel. I’d like to leave as soon as we can"
Bishop Norbert Diadane
Jul 17, 2025 8:38 pm
Bishop Norbert Diadane
Baudry Diggle
Jul 17, 2025 8:39 pm
Baudry Diggle
Patriarch Olliver Jowett
Jul 17, 2025 8:41 pm
Patriarch Olliver Jowett
"You did right to speak, Master Diggle. The suffering of your people will not be ignored." he turns again to Father Diadane "See that this matter is brought to the Duke's attention the next time he comes to pray. Make him understand it is a matter close to my heart."
Bishop Norbert Diadane
Jul 17, 2025 8:42 pm
Bishop Norbert Diadane
Jul 17, 2025 8:46 pm
Boudica turns to offer her support for Baudry, perhaps speaking on his behalf, but by the time she realizes he has spoken up the patriarch has already addressed the issue. Boudica is genuinely moved by the Patriarch’s reaction.
Jul 17, 2025 9:23 pm
Barns sees that the delivery efforts are concluded but more travel is now set. He hopes the matter to leave aren't too soon as he like to visit upon the city. Being a man that lives more off the land it is a nice change of pace. He wonders with the others have in plans.Although the 8 coins in his pocket says that he will not be doing it as a richer man. And since he hasn't had time to hunt and such, he has no furs that he can trade in for coin. So, anything major is off the board as well as much of any new purchases.
He awaits to hear more about needed preparations for the travels. He knows that he has a meager weeks' worth of iron rations still. He asks curiously, "If we aren't leaving the city just yet. Is there a fine place to stay?" One must always consider one's tummy.
He hopes the Duke can aid Baudry Diggle. Bishop Norbert has been quiet moving. He always has a soft spot for religious types anyway.
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Jul 18, 2025 2:28 pm
William joins with his friends, in searching for a suitable Inn, and intention to join in knightly competitions.
I suppose I’ll use my Longsword, he says. Funny…I have less devotion to that weapon now, and I’m more drawn to the two-hander. I really need to get it identified, the two-handed I mean. But…I also don’t want to draw too much…well, undue attention.
I suppose I’ll use my Longsword, he says. Funny…I have less devotion to that weapon now, and I’m more drawn to the two-hander. I really need to get it identified, the two-handed I mean. But…I also don’t want to draw too much…well, undue attention.
Jul 19, 2025 5:42 am
Will/Halav:
"Ser Henry Ashworth!"
The crowd cheered from the wooden bleachers when the herald called the name of Will’s next opponent. From your position behind the gate, you can see him stepping into the arena, a tall and imposing figure in gleaming silver plate with gold enamelled trims. Not one for theatrics, he ignores the crowd and walks right into the center of the ring, lowering the visor of his helmet and lifting his kite shield up, already positioning it between him and his opponent.
You already fought four bouts today, and each has taken their mark. The duels are fought with wooden weapons, but that doesn’t mean you can escape completely unscathed. Your shield arm aches, and you have more than a couple of bruises from where the blows slipped past your guard in the previous match. But now you are in the final four. One more victory, and you would earn your place in the finals.
"- and his opponent" the crier raises his voice over the crowd’s "Will Winter!"
"Ser Henry Ashworth!"
The crowd cheered from the wooden bleachers when the herald called the name of Will’s next opponent. From your position behind the gate, you can see him stepping into the arena, a tall and imposing figure in gleaming silver plate with gold enamelled trims. Not one for theatrics, he ignores the crowd and walks right into the center of the ring, lowering the visor of his helmet and lifting his kite shield up, already positioning it between him and his opponent.
You already fought four bouts today, and each has taken their mark. The duels are fought with wooden weapons, but that doesn’t mean you can escape completely unscathed. Your shield arm aches, and you have more than a couple of bruises from where the blows slipped past your guard in the previous match. But now you are in the final four. One more victory, and you would earn your place in the finals.
"- and his opponent" the crier raises his voice over the crowd’s "Will Winter!"
OOC:
The rules are simple: whomever scores three blows first wins. 
Herald
Jul 19, 2025 5:47 am
Herald
Miyana:
The archery competition was held at the edge of the fairgrounds, far away from the melee ring, in a long open field cordoned off by ropes and banners. The targets stood fifty feet downrange; round straw bull’s eyes with painted circles in blue, red, and gold.
A wooden stand had been erected for the nobility, but the commoners were forced to crowd along the sidelines. There were far fewer spectators than at the melee, and quieter too. More respectful. No one dared to break one of the archer’s concentration by cheering or clapping.
And also unlike the melee, the archery field had drawn many common folk to compete (a bow was simpler to come by than a full suit of armor), but as the final round began only one commoner remained; Miyana, which also made her the only Traladaran.
"Archers! Take position!"
One by one, the remaining competitors took their place behind the firing line after being called by the herald.
"Three arrows per round. Highest scorers advance."
He blew his horn, then stepped back behind the firing line
"Loose them when ready!"
OOC:
there will be three 'rounds' to this contest, with the targets placed further down the field each time. The lowest-scoring contender will be eliminated each time. For now, hitting the blue circle requires a roll of '5', the red '10', the gold '15', and a bullseye will be a '20'. Roll 3d20, and we will see how well Miyana did. 
Bertram
Jul 19, 2025 6:34 am
Bertram
Boudica found herself sitting in a small room lined with bookshelves. The small polished table between her and the man she paid to see was neatly organized, with a couple of stacked books, a few blank parchments, and an inkwell with a quill pen in it.
The scholar was older, a bit stooped, with a neatly groomed, graying beard. He gave her a quick look as he stepped into the room, surprised to find a young woman waiting for him. But after adjusting his robe, he lowered himself into the opposite chair, and offered her a polite, inquisitive smile.
"Good afternoon. I'm Bertram Page, Scholar Emeritus of the Archaeological Society. How may I be of assistance?"
Jul 19, 2025 6:58 am
Barns:
Barns finds himself within the walls of the Magicians’ Guild compound in Specularum, a sprawling enclave granted by the Duke himself. After checking his sigil and admitting him inside, he is free to walk around the paved paths wrapping around the towers, domed study halls, and dormitories. Several young teens in their dark robes quickly walk past him, some excited about being done with the day's lesson, while others carry their tomes close to their chest, obviously stressed out over their studies. He can spot some of the older wizards around, some in deep discussion with their peers, or just lost in thought on their way back from their labs.
You make your way toward the grand library, where rows of bookshelves stretch across multiple levels, all carefully preserved by magical enchantments. You take a moment to browse, eventually settling on a volume of basic enchantments to read, but barely half an hour goes by before you are interrupted by a voice:
"Excuse me, are you Barns?" the young apprentice can’t be older than fifteen. The boy glances at him only briefly, already certain of the answer. "Wizard Edmund Bryson has requested to see you in his office"
Barns finds himself within the walls of the Magicians’ Guild compound in Specularum, a sprawling enclave granted by the Duke himself. After checking his sigil and admitting him inside, he is free to walk around the paved paths wrapping around the towers, domed study halls, and dormitories. Several young teens in their dark robes quickly walk past him, some excited about being done with the day's lesson, while others carry their tomes close to their chest, obviously stressed out over their studies. He can spot some of the older wizards around, some in deep discussion with their peers, or just lost in thought on their way back from their labs.
You make your way toward the grand library, where rows of bookshelves stretch across multiple levels, all carefully preserved by magical enchantments. You take a moment to browse, eventually settling on a volume of basic enchantments to read, but barely half an hour goes by before you are interrupted by a voice:
"Excuse me, are you Barns?" the young apprentice can’t be older than fifteen. The boy glances at him only briefly, already certain of the answer. "Wizard Edmund Bryson has requested to see you in his office"