RP Session 2: "To the Mattresses"

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Jun 14, 2025 4:27 pm
Giving Rikke a look that brooked no playfulness, Tovrunn listened intently, commenting on each whisper that her cousin divulged. "I'm sure Clarisse has opinions on the ruined fetes...And stories about Abbadiel will have to wait until the end of the task, I'm afraid. Though it was certainly more exciting than expected..."

Shifting her attention momentarily to Tiesera, Tovrunn replied, "Most were highwaymen of the common sort, but one was a Brecht warrior of some skill, a veteran mercenary if I'm not mistaken. There's a good chance that each of the groups that are on the roads are captained by such a man. But, they are looking for us by description. So long as you don't travel with us then they've little reason to stop you."

Something that Rikke said tickled her then, and she refocused on her cousin. "Wait...did you say Lord Bellamie and his son are headed north? There's naught but Ghoere north of Bellam...that's interesting...?"

Spying movement at the rear of the room, Tovrunn's gaze landed on Paidrig Bellamie. Catching his eye, she curled a finger and beckoned him close. "Paidrig. A question, if you please. How are you related to Lord Bellamie again?"
Jun 14, 2025 4:31 pm
"M'Lady, I - ah..." the boys did some mental arithmetic on his fingers as he approached, his earnest eyes flicking backward and forward. "Count Bellamie is cousin to my grandfather, his father Abal was brother to my great grandfather Joren... I... I believe that makes him my cousin?" he managed, following the explanation with a pair of hurried bows and a belated "My lady" before fleeing back to his corner.

Mhairie rolled her eyes, but didn't add anything.
Jun 14, 2025 4:35 pm
Turning to walk the prepared drinks over to Lady Tiesera, Erron managed a graceful formal bow while not spilling either cup as she introduced him. "A great honor to meet you all!" He replies with genuine excitement in his eyes. "I have so wanted to meet you both for some time now but always seem pulled away when the opportunity arises!"

He proceeded to walk to Lady Tiesera and offer her the cup of wine, "The air outside was far too dry, would you care for some wine, M'Lady?"

To Tovrunn's comment a smile appeared as he replied, "I have M'Lady, and we have been at the same gatherings more than once, I
believe. Truly, I do not know how I've managed to miss a formal introduction before now... Though I am alarmed that your journey here was so unpleasant."
He examined the two, and the others in the room, to try to pick up what Tiesera so quickly perceived.

In reply to Ser Lancaelad, Erron became much more serious, his eyes a'flicker with concern as he caught the bandages finally, "When in a hurry I cross at Mill Landing, then take country roads directly West until just before hitting Silver Town, then I connect with the main road South all the way to Braeme. As you can imagine, going off the main roads into farm country for the middle stretch is quite a bit more dangerous. Winter, of course, means I could get snowed in at some inn in the middle of nowhere, or waylaid by a storm and left to the elements between towns. It also means bandits are possible... I'll be honest, good Ser. A smart merchant just pays them. This time, I met no such problems - thankfully. But... Medoere's roads were especially well patrolled, I found. Oddly so, for winter. Considering your own recent ordeal, perhaps they had driven out some bandits which headed this direction? Or some other troubles..."

He paused, then added, "I like the country roads. The people there are pious and tend to be direct. There is a growing sentiment among them that the relations between Diemed and Medoere are beyond repair, and that come Spring's thaw the young and able will be called up to serve... Would you know of such things?" He let the words linger as he looked around the room once more, giving the other man opportunity to respond. His concerned expression never leaving his face, but instead growing from worry over the noble's injuries, to the larger prospect of war.
Jun 14, 2025 4:38 pm
Lan's injuries didn't seem to both him, for all the attention that was paid; mere trophies of battles won, or at least survived. He listened to Erron's extensive account of the conditions and situation on the ground, seemingly attentively, stroking his beard. "Indeed, the South Coast has been kind of us so far, but the further we get from the warm Straits the more we must be prepared for the cold," he mused. They would have to add warm blankets to their requisition from Lord Bjording. The news that Medoere was on guard was probably to their benefit: more soldiers about meant more difficulty for those chasing them. Unless they were in the employ of the Archpriestess of Medoere or the Count of Ilien, as cover for their true misdeeds. He snorted a little at the notion of paying off brigands, clearly finding that beneath his dignity.

The young knight was a fairly open book for one such as Erron to peruse. He affected the dutiful look of one upon whose shoulders great responsibility for the safety of underlings and his mission lay, but secretly relished the air of importance is gave him. And there was a certain negligence towards details, that most of the dull preparation work would be done by servants or logisticians, freeing him up for grand strategy and glory. He seemed impressed by those - such as Erron - that brought useful information or skills, especially skill at arms, to table; what was a great leader without talented underlings to lead, after all?

"Relations between Diemed and the other lands are always beyond repair," he said airily. "The tyrannous Duke in Aerele has always hungered to reclaim the lands his predecessors were too weak to hold. But we peoples of the Southern Coast value freedom too highly - the freedom of faith in Medoere; freedom of trade in Ilien; and the freedom of fealty to a true baron in Roesone - to submit to his blandishments. And we will not yield without a fight. If only the smaller realms would see that and fall in behind the banner of the Black Hart, we would see justice and freedom secured from the Arnienbae to the Erebannien."
Jun 14, 2025 4:41 pm
"Looking for you by description... then this is to do with Biersen's little errand for the realm?" The herald's grey eyes narrowed "I told the man nothing's ever so simple." She glanced at Salien and Corson, assessing the strangers silently for a moment before stroking her chin. "If you plan to carry on and you're two bodies weaker, why not take Erron along with you? He's a good fellow to have on your side if you want to go unnoticed and he's been abroad for me. Rhoderick's connections may be of use too. Nesire's faithful tend to go unmolested." She glanced at the preacher "if he's willing that is. I trust both well enough to call them friends, and that's not done lightly in my line."
Jun 14, 2025 4:41 pm
Touching the silver flask on his hip by reflex and giving a respectful half bow to Tiesera. "The Order is happy to help, we seek to prove our worthiness always to the Barony and to the Mother of Storms" stated Rhoderick
Jun 14, 2025 4:42 pm
With a nonchalant glance towards Tiesera, Erron replied, "M'lady is too gracious. I do my best as apprentice to Roseone's diplomatic corps, and enjoy greatly my family's minor role in regional trade." He looked then at Ser Lancaelad, an earnest conviction in his face, "My family are always proud to serve the Baroness. I would be honoured to offer any assistance I can."
Jun 14, 2025 4:45 pm
"First cousin second removed," Tovrunn quickly corrected, nodding thoughtfully and letting the boy scurry back to his corner as she considered what he said. It was close enough to have a better grasp of the truth of Lord Bellamie's movements than the rumor mill at Proudglaive, but too far to give much insight as to why. His father perhaps, but Paidrig?

Unlikely. Worth exploring, perhaps, but unlikely. Mhairie looked like she had something to say however. But before Tovrunn decided on whether or not to call her over, Tieresa spoke up again. Perhaps this evening, then, away from prying eyes.

Nodding to the spymaster in silent confirmation and to both Erron and Rhoderick in turn, Tovrunn said, "Our path is open to those who would walk with us, so long as they know the danger. It troubles me that our mission could be threatened by so unexpected and unknown a foe though. Corson found a letter that we had recovered from the lookout at Bardenhold, which seems to bear the mark of the Prince of Rabbits, whoever that is. Pray tell Lady Tieresa, what can you tell me of this character? I am frightfully under informed when it comes to the wider political figures of the Southern Coast it seems."
Jun 14, 2025 4:46 pm
"My order often travels by riverboat with traders, we provide some protection and the blessings of the Lady. It is a roundabout route but could be one way to travel" mused Rhoderick. "It would take more resources than ten sell swords to stop a trading boat mid river with us providing protection. And with people below decks they would not be visible from shore."
Jun 14, 2025 4:48 pm
Lancaelad started at Tiesera's off-handed mention of their mission, but relaxed as he supposed it made sense. She was the centre around which most of the rumours in court swirled about, after all. "It is, my lady," he answered with a sideways glance at Salien that he thought was surreptitious but was in fact quite reptitious indeed. "The Prince of Rabbits, that would-be lord of scoundrels from up north that Lady Tovrunn spoke of unleashed a small army of cutthroats to waylay us."

He hesitated again at her recommendation, sizing Erron Von up. "If you can handle yourself in battle as well as the bartering table, Master Erron, we may have a place for you," he said dubiously, eyeing the thin blade at the man's hip with a sniff.
Jun 14, 2025 4:50 pm
Choosing his words carefully so as not to reveal he is Blooded, Erron replied to Ser Lancaelad, "I am the only and last son of my father's line, and a travelled merchant. I assure you Ser, though not nearly as accomplished with steel as one such as yourself, my mettle is already tested many times done. I would not abandon companions in a fight." A sad hardness flashed in Erron's eyes for just the briefest flicker of a moment with his mention of being tested.

His assurance given, he raised an eyebrow, then added, "Of course, I would be far more useful if I knew where we sought to go, what we were doing, and how I have never heard of a Prince from the North - much less one with the moniker 'Prince of Rabbits'!" Calm, a hint of amusement sounded in his voice when reciting the title. "I will of course help you if you wish it, but may I know more?"
Jun 14, 2025 4:51 pm
"Prince of Rabbits? I know the moniker. An assassin, or a small cabal of assassins operating under the name of one if rumours are to be believed. Anonymity's that sort's stock and trade, so if they're still working it's because no one knows who they are. Flamboyant calling cards are just the way to build a reputation - I wouldn't let the appellation fool you. The Prince of Rabbits is quickly becoming a name whispered in Anuirean courts. I heard they had their start in Alamie, but I don't see how that might benefit you. All I can really warn is that you're up against coin and skill."
Jun 14, 2025 4:53 pm
With new allies in their cause and a missive to draft to the Seneschal, Tovrunn and Lancaelad set about describing the events of the past few days from their orders to travel south and meet with a foreigner on behalf of an undisclosed ally, to the ambush at Abbadiel, their flight through the Erebennien and the night-time escape from Bardenhold. Corson added details he'd gleaned from the Brecht mercenary's orders, and the Royal Herald at least had every semblance of surprise that their errand had been anything beyond menial. She could offer no word of why a feared assassin and the might of a mid-sized mercenary company might be arrayed against them, nor what Salien's import might be to anyone with the means to muster such opposition.

For his part the Suirien simply listened, seemingly placated by Lan's oath though he scoffed more than once during their speculation.

With their predicament thoroughly revisited, conversation turned to the morrow. Clearly the path through Ghoere or Diemed would be more complex than they'd assumed if some hidden pursuer meant to dog them. Both Baron Tael and Duke Diem had the means to be behind their pursuit, and neither were friend to Roesone, which made the casual sojourn they had been meant to pretend risky.

Ideas were thrown about: Circuitous routes designed to evade and confuse pursuers, or direct ones that pressed their current advantage with speed; an armed escort under the black hart banner, or peasant's clothes with Salien buried deep in a hayrick; riding to Aerenwe to entreat the High-Mage Aelies for aid, or Braeme to ask the wizard Hermedhie the same.

Rikke and the Bjorndings had retired and the candles had been replaced before a plan began to emerge.
Jun 15, 2025 5:30 am
Once the plan was set, Corson excused himself. The Green Squire heads to a copse of trees behind the lodge and prepared his rituals. Collecting a variety of berries, until he had ten in hand, the warrior placed them on a linen cloth. Bringing out his waterskin, Corson gently washed each berry and placed them in a small soft pouch.

The squire drew his intricately carved wooden rod, placing it before him on the bare earth. He bowed three times placing his forehead on the earth before the ash sceptre, feeling the damp earth draw the heat from his head into it.

Anyone observing would note that the wooden rod sprouted roots, digging into the earth, almost as if drinking up the power of the area. And then it was done. The rod lay there as it had when it was placed there, no roots, just the etchings running its length.
Jun 15, 2025 5:33 am
Before joining the meeting, Lancaelad sat down to scribe a message to the castellan of Blacktower and governor of the province of Caercas, Traese Noelon. His quillmanship was fluid and handsome, bespeaking a would-be poet as much as an aspiring knight of the Order of the Black Hart.

Father,

I bid you greetings and hope this missive finds its way to you swiftly. The task assigned to me by Lord Biersen has proven to be more than a mere honour guard detail. No sooner had the baroness' guests disembarked their ship from foreign climes than were we beset by fierce opposition. I rallied the royal marines and my own companions to drive them off, and the docks of Abbadiel were washed with the blood of low-born sellswords ere the sun was full. Aware that there were more of their dark cohorts about, I commanded we take to the backroads of the wonderous Erebannien to evade them, conscious of the safety of my charges over my desire to meet them in honest battle. Seeking refuge for the night in Bardenhold, we found the town infiltrated by yet more mercenaries, and it was only a bold lightning-strike by myself, alone and bearing the red badge of battle's kiss, into their back lines that saved my companions from being overrun.

Lest this message be intercepted, I shall not reveal where I write to you from, but I must warn you of the dangers all about. These brigands serve the so-called Prince of Rabbits, and they are many in number, widely cast in position, and have infiltrated even the guards loyal to the baroness' vassals. I urge you to be alert, as they may have eyes and ears even in the royal court! They know us by description, and communicate with cunning signals and surreptitious means. Enclosed in this message find the intelligence I recovered from the leader of the sellswords in Bardenhold.

I shall not let this opposition stay me from my duty. My charge shall be delivered safe and sound to his destination, 'pon my oath. If you would aid us, be the Hound that scourges these Rabbits from Roesone, however high their office might be.

I remain your faithful son,
Lancaelad Noelon.


Lancaelad leaned back in his chair as the candles burned low, pinching the bridge of his nose. All this plotting and dithering wore on a temperament more suited for sudden acts of glorious force than subterfuge. But the enemy they faced was numerous and cunning... he recognised they must be more foxes than lions to win the day. It would sully the glory to be won if they surrounded themselves in a battalion of men at arms. He comforted himself that it was not unheard of for knights to hide their heraldry and conceal their faces to take foes by surprise in a passage of arms, tourney or skirmish; when the time was right, he would unveil the stooping hawk of House Noelon and teach these blackguards the meaning of battle.

"Very well," he sighed, raising his cup. His squire Paidrig stepped forward and washed out the dregs of wine with a pitcher of water; he did not want to drink too much for the remainder of the night. "We have an accord. A strategy, even. We rise before first light, dress ourselves differently than is our respective custom, saddle our steeds, and then, Rhoderick...?"
Jun 15, 2025 5:34 am
"If you could please send a missive to lady Sierle. The Order has protected her boats often enough. One with a shallow draught but a winch for the horses would be best" requested Rhoderick of Lady Tiesera. "The Lady Tovrunn knows best where we would meet it."

As they planned their journey Rhoderick visualised his role for the next morning.

To be near the stables and looking at the main gate a hundred or so feet away. He would need his flask of salt water from his belt and to let a drop of the holy liquid hit his palm. Rubbing his palms together and concentrating. A fog to rise near the centre of the gates, surrounding the gatehouse and growing thicker, soon the entrance will shrouded by a thick fog. The smell of brine will fill his nostrils. He sighed, smelling the peaty fire of the room, the leftover venison from the meal instead of the clean sea breeze, being away from the ocean was difficult, but a duty to the Mother
Jun 15, 2025 5:35 am
Tovrunn nodded. "The blessings of Erik will ward over us, and the land will give us no obstacle save the river. As the raven flies, we will make our way to a shallow bend in the river just to the north of Proudglaive. From there, aboard the boat we will search for a similar disembarking point between Mills Landing and North Landing. From there, we are in lands that Erron knows well..."
Jun 15, 2025 5:40 am
Rhoderick counted off the points on his fingers. "A decoy party leaves at first light, preferably with a hound and possibly a lady. Travelling without the good knights displaying their crests, we then go through the wilds and meet a boat on the river bend outside of Proudglaive arranged by the Lady Tiesera. We disembark between Mill Landing and North Landing to throw off pursuit and continue westwards through Medoere. Erron knows the roads there well and should be a more than able guide."

"It may be worth warning the theocracy about bands of sell swords travelling their land and we can do that easily at one of the Temples we pass. The plan is for those that may be recognised to stay swaddled in their hoods on land, and out of sight on the boat and for Erron or myself to speak when needed. Travelling the wilds and the backroads should lose pursuit and it is no easy feat to stop a riverboat as it sails."

"Is that us all agreed? If that is the plan then the Mother of Storms blessing on you and I will bid you good night."
Jun 15, 2025 5:42 am
Clearing his throat with a hint of embarrassment, Erron asked, "Actually... one thought. *Ahem*. 'I've heard it said,' a good lie requires the right mix of simplicity and detail. So far, if asked, I would not know what to tell someone about what business we would be undertaking or even our destination. Why are there so many of us, and why some travel hooded? I think the broad strokes are fine, but perhaps we could take some time on the road to hammer out the details?"

He paused a moment, then, with a more serious tone. "Also, I want to make one strong recommendation. There is a person I know, a very honorable, upright, and trustworthy person, with the an amazing oracular gift. He is currently engaged in his work not far from here, and I would urge consideration from all of you that we invite him to join us. His name is Pavel Petranova, and he is an associate of the Temple of the Sacred Moon in Proudglaive, which he does errands for on occasion. He is my friend, and I do not make this recommendation lightly, as I do not wish to endanger him. However, he can accurately divine if a course of action is perilous or not - and that may be exactly what we need here."
Jun 15, 2025 5:43 am
Corson nodded as Rhoderick detailed the plan, he always felt more comfortable in the wilds anyway. "There are Circles that travel in simple robes of browns and greens. They are often hooded, and if the weather is with us. That will be excuse enough to keep our hoods up."
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