RPG: The Seven Kingdoms - Game Thread

  • Ivy thanks the librarian and turns to Dorthan and says, "I think it best we get the information of my coming set to writing first, please ask any questions that come to mind where the answers might help the caillais...is that the correct term at the Ciorcals with their studies. After the recording is done, I would be interested in any information you have on strangers appearing like I have or under odd circumstances."

  • Ivy thanks the librarian and turns to Dorthan and says, "I think it best we get the information of my coming set to writing first, please ask any questions that come to mind where the answers might help the caillais...is that the correct term at the Ciorcals with their studies. After the recording is done, I would be interested in any information you have on strangers appearing like I have or under odd circumstances."


    Ivy


    Dorthan takes you back to the table where he was working and draws up a second chair for you. Once you are seated, he pulls out a sheaf of old documents, some fresh paper, a clean pen, and ink. "In expectation of your coming here to fulfill Lord Seanan's request, I have searched our archives and found some documents which may be related, and some which may not. The first matter to consider is whether the document refers to someone truly having had the experiences which you reported to Lord Seanan, or someone who has had some other experience causing them to present similarly. The matter is not so clearly differentiated as it may at first appear.


    "For sometimes it may happen that a severe shock, illness or injury to the head may cause a person to forget their former life, and sometimes even their names, and some may in all innocence fabricate a story to protect themselves from a truth too difficult to acknowledge. Most of these, however, either cannot speak at all, or retain the use of the language they knew before, and they are not unfamiliar with that which they see around them. Of these sorts of cases we have had 34 in the recorded history of the castle.


    "Also, it may happen that a person with the draoich may in times of extremis or during threshold sickness find themselves physically lost in the saoleile, and in returning to this level may be bodily transported to a different place, and suffer much confusion or even mental damage, including loss of memory or language. This is rare, and in the recorded history of the castle there have been three lost in this manner and two found. In all these cases, the person was healed to at least dome degree and returned to their home or Ciorcal.


    "Then there are cases similar to yours, in that a person appears or is found who seems fully healthy but has no knowledge or familiarity with their surroundings, and upon learning our language tells of a prior life in a place unlike anything known throughout Segura, that is to say, the lands of the Seven Kingdoms, the desert peoples, or the otherkin. I say similar because your experience is different in one significant way, in that while you seemed not to know either of the languages of Seven Kingdoms at first, you have learned habla very quickly. In the two other cases in our records here, the aid of a callach in imparting knowledge of our language was required, but you have not needed this.


    "Because you are clearly unfamiliar with our way of life, and show no signs of injury or trauma, nor those of a sojourn in the saoleile, we can eliminate the first two categories, and look only at the two cases I mentioned most similar to yours.


    "However, if you do not object, I will record your experiences before going over these. If you could first give me your unprompted recollections of how you came to the place and time that you encountered Rafaella n'ha Doria, I will record that first. Then I will ask what questions may be needed to add detail or fill in important gaps from our perspective."



    Lucas


    [OOC: I promised you a free post, here it is. Poof, you're in the big city. :) ]


    Once Davin is better, the caravan resumes its journey toward Cathairis, which you have learned is where the caravan winters over, selling its stock in trade to both merchants and citizens in the city. Now that you are becoming more fluent in the local language, you begin to piece together information that could be useful to you.


    Cathairis, it seems, is the capital city of an alliance known as the Rialtais, comprising six of the so-called seven kingdoms. It is the largest city in the kingdoms, and a major economic centre. Most of the major institutions - from the judicial system to what passes for banks - is based here. And of course, this is the political centre, where the leaders of the six allied kingdoms gather to legislate and, you gather, to socialise.


    As you get closer to the city, the roads are more crowded - you see small parties of travellers on horseback, or in wagons or carriages, or on foot, and other caravans on the road with you. And then one day as you walk along beside the wagons, the caravan crests a hill and you look down on Cathairis. It's no New York, to be sure, but it seems to be a real, though smallish, city, built around what looks like a natural harbour. You can make out loading docks built out into the west side of the bay, and ships looking like something out of a pirate movie moored alongside them. Another ship sits in a dry dock, being built or repaired. On the east side of the bay, you see a hill with a massive castle on its summit, and beside that, a great tower rising above it, overlooking the city. Further east, you see open fields. North of the harbour and west of the hill is an area filled with taller buildings - three and four stories, it looks like, and you think it's probably the city centre - and then smaller one and two story buildings stretching west and north. Between these built up areas is an open space with pasture land, groups of low buildings and caravans camped neatly beside each other.


    Camilla starts to point things out to you. The castle is, of course, the city residence of the lords of the Rialtais. The tower is Ciorcal Cathairis. Other buildings in the city centre large enough to make out at this distance she identifies as the High Courts, the Courts of Trade, the Colliegium, and the Amharc Theatre.


    As the caravan moves down the hill, you realise that you are headed toward the open area on the northwest of the city. This must be the great caravanserai where caravans such as the one Camilla manages set up for weeks, even months, selling their goods in the open markets Camilla has told you about.


    It's afternoon when you arrive in the caravanserai. You know from what you've overheard that, like most established caravans, Camilla's caravan rents a permanent space in the caravanserai, where they will stay for most of the winter. They share the space with a caravan that travels along the coastal areas to the east of Cathairis during the spiring and fall, and spends the summer months in the city. After helping to set-up in the rented space, which boasts stables for the animals, living quarters for the caravan folk, and proximity to the public baths maintained for the travelling traders, you find yourself at leisure.


    You know that you can stay with Camilla's people, and help out for a few coins a day until you find yourself a better situation. You hear people talking about what they plan to do this evening, now that they are in the 'big city.'


    Some are going to look up old friends in other caravans. Others are talking about walking into the city to see what plays or concerts might be happening in the entertainment district, or going bar-hopping, or visiting one of the establishments where erotic entertainment is available. It seems the options for nightlife are not that dissimilar to those you're familiar with back at home.

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • "Ah I see you have anticipated my request, wonderful! Great minds think alike." Ivy replies smilingly. Dorthan and Ivy work steadily through the morning, one time Dorthan is called away for a bit, Ivy is glad to give her brain a rest, it has been tough retelling the journey, making sure every detail is recorded was hard enough, but it also oddly emotionally hard.


    Ivy has always prided herself in not being emotionally driven. This really has been the first time she has been alone for any length of time with out anything to do. Looking out through the window overlooking the town, Ivy contemplates what has happened...how, why, what, what now? She was truly alone in this world...free to rewrite her life if she chose. "First," she thought to herself, "Get knowledge."


    As she saw Dorthan making his way back to the work table, Ivy composed herself and set herself about the task of learning about the other cases that were like hers.


    "Dorthan, when did these cases occur? How recent are they?"


  • Ivy


    Dothan nods. "Yes, I think we have as detailed a record as possible." He takes up several sheets of paper from the pile of documents. "This, dated 516 years ago, is the account of a man named Amarjit mi'ha Jayadeva, who was found wandering in the woods not far from here. Brought to the castle, the callach in residence confirmed that he had suffered no illness or injury, despite his unusual appearance - his skin was dark as ink. As he spoke neither habla nor teanga, he was offered the aid of the caillais in learning teanga, and accepted. He was given an escort to Ciorcal Tanaith, where this was done, and then brought back to Banailt. He reported that he had been walking home one evening after working in his fields, when a sudden cold mist surrounded him. When it cleared, he was here. He said he was a small farmer living in a village known as Suryavati, in the land of the lord Krishna Deva Raya. He had a wife and seven children in his former life. After a time of sadness, he settled down in the village here and married a woman named Margali n'ha Sorcha. He became a farmer and lived his life out in Banailt, leaving three children to carry his lineage."


    Setting down the papers that recorded the story of Amarjit, he took up another thin sheaf. "And this, dated 137 years ago, is the account of Elizabet mi'ha Mary, found unconscious in a field outside the village of Achiel. At first it was believed that she had been the victim of some injury or trauma, as she was extremely confused, emotional and at times either violent or prone to fainting. Both the callach and the healer in residence in the village examined her and found her healthy but in great distress. She was brought first to Ciorcal Tanaith, where she was given the knowledge of teanga, and then to Banailt. She reported that she was the wife of a wealthy trader in cloth, living in the city of London in the land of the Lord Victoria Regina. She had just returned from viewing a popular amusement, which she called 'The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan' with her husband, and was walking in her garden, when she became dizzy and cold, and lost all memory following that until she was awakened by the healer. She was not happy to remain with us, and at her request, she was given an escort and travelled to Macsen, where she hoped to find information that would enable her to return to her own land again. The Lord of Banailt at the time sent occasional messages to Macsen over the years inquiring after her welfare. According to these notes, she remained a scholar at Macsen until her death, and authored several papers on the early history of the seven Kingdoms."


    Dorthan set the papers down again. "There have, I am quite certain, been other cases, for I have here a request from the daraceannan of Ciorcal Tanaith dated 763 years ago, and several similar requests over the centuries following, that any information concerning cases such as yours be sent to the nearest Ciorcal - which in our case is Tanaith - where it is to be sent on to Ciorcal Cathairis, which is the first of the Ciorcals. The Ceannan of Ciorcal Cathairis sits on the Council of the Rialtais and holds much power, in the Six kingdoms, and among the Ciorcals in all the kingdoms. A copy of your report will be sent to Tanaith and thence to Cathairis, as these two were in their time."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • [OOC: I promised you a free post, here it is. Poof, you're in the big city. :) ]


    (OOC: And I'm still unsure what this means -- I wasn't aware that the prior posts hadn't been free!)


    Lucas decides to explore on his own, for now. He will pop into whatever buildings are open, see what he can learn about the technology by just looking around. Also about society. Whether there are beggars in the streets says a lot about a society. Whether there are footpads.


    Also, he will look for a map and for "Ciorcal Thendara," which the mind-speaking woman mentioned when he had been asking for the equivalent of a library.

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  • Humming a few bars of "I've got a little list", "Oh sorry, I adore "The Mikado", I know some of songs. So both of the cases you have in your library here are from Earth...my home world. I wonder if they all are?"


    Ruefully smiling, " I guess I must wait for the answer to that for a later date. I think I am done in for the day, if you of anything else you need please let me know. I think I will be here for a while, can you suggest the best way for me to learn your writing, I would love to be able to read and write. "

  • (OOC: And I'm still unsure what this means -- I wasn't aware that the prior posts hadn't been free!)


    Lucas decides to explore on his own, for now. He will pop into whatever buildings are open, see what he can learn about the technology by just looking around. Also about society. Whether there are beggars in the streets says a lot about a society. Whether there are footpads.


    Also, he will look for a map and for "Ciorcal Thendara," which the mind-speaking woman mentioned when he had been asking for the equivalent of a library.


    [OOC - I only meant that you hadn't made a post between that one and the previous one I'd made in Lucas' story]


    Lucas


    After a quick bath to remove the road dust (you've noticed that this seems to be a society that places emphasis on cleanliness, every village you've been through had public baths with hot water, of all things to find in an apparently medieval society) and a change of clothes (the caravan folk have gifted you with a basic wardrobe), and some basic precautionary measures (tucking the leather coin purse you've acquired inside your clothes where a pickpocket is unlikely to get at it easily), you head back toward the road you arrived on, as, from what you could see from the hilltop north, it seems to continue south as far as the docks.


    Walking south on what you've gathered is called the North Road, you walk for a while past more caravans on your right, and open fields on the left, broken by the occasional cluster of farm buildings or herd of cows or goats. After a short walk, you come to a crossroad that seems to mark the end of the caravanserai on one side, and the farmland on the other.


    To the east side of the road you see the beginnings of a residential area, mostly small homes, many with a look of genteel shabbiness that suggests poorer folk trying to make the best of limited resources.


    South of the caravanserai is what seems to be a large open-air bazaar, or maybe a fairground, with booths full of merchandise, food vendors with carts, entertainers, small restaurants - you'd call them cafés if this place had coffee - and crowds of people wandering about. You realise that this must be where the traders from Camilla's caravan will be setting up their booths tomorrow, somewhere. There's a large cobbled area - rather like a parking lot - where carriages wait with drivers, or hired stablemen, and also what you presume to be several carriages for hire are waiting for customers. You observe that both along the roads and in the bazaar there are gaslamps, though they have not yet been lit.


    You consider your options - should you explore the bazaar, keep walking down toward the city, or blow some of your coins on a carriage ride?




    Humming a few bars of "I've got a little list", "Oh sorry, I adore "The Mikado", I know some of songs. So both of the cases you have in your library here are from Earth...my home world. I wonder if they all are?"


    Ruefully smiling, " I guess I must wait for the answer to that for a later date. I think I am done in for the day, if you of anything else you need please let me know. I think I will be here for a while, can you suggest the best way for me to learn your writing, I would love to be able to read and write. "


    Ivy


    Dorthan nods. "Of course you would wish to read, you are clearly a well educated person accustomed to reading. We will begin with habla, which is a more regular language and highly phonetic in nature. Also, it is most commonly used, even among those who speak mostly teanga, because it is easier to write. We have copies here of several reading primers that you may borrow, but first we must show you the alphabet. Here, on this paper, as I speak the sounds of the the letters, write down what that sound is in your own language, and I will write the letter which represents it in habla. This way you will have a key to refer to and can proceed at your own rate."


    As you go through the list of sounds with Dorthan, you are relieved to see that at least some of the letters are simply variants of the alphabet you know, although the alphabet is rather longer, with symbols for long and short vowels, and a few other sounds that in English are written by two letters together. This is going to be easier than you'd feared.

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

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  • "Thank you Dorthan, this key will be very helpful." After taking her leave from Dorthan and the library, having some time before dinner to explore on her own, Ivy makes her way to the craft rooms, looking to find the cobbler.

  • Lucas


    Well, to be fair, Lucas has updated his priors and decided that this is more of a classical society than medieval -- Roman, not Anglo-Saxon. That somewhat raises the engineering expectations and fits nicely with the proliferation of public water projects, but doesn't really fundamentally alter the underlying judgement that the society is significantly behind his own technologically. There's just no getting around the underlying inefficiency of merchant trains as a form of trading. Those haven't been replaced by mass production of goods and services. In other words, no "industrial revolution."


    This underlying judgement means that Lucas doesn't consider the bazaar. Considering his wages, Lucas also doesn't really consider the carriage ride. He's still young, and his legs work just fine. It'll be a walk -- but Lucas has several objectives, none of which can be achieved in the merchant caravan area. These objectives are the below:
    1) obtain employment as a bartender or similar, assuming that there is no significant legal obligation to commit to employment for a long period of time in this society, and also presuming that Lucas can obtain more money this way than by staying with Camilla.
    2) find a library and obtain as much information about how he got here and the ancient technology and, as mentioned before, a map, and the "Ciorcal Thendara." Also, a brief but wide-ranging history -- as much general information about major formative events as possible without going into detail or historical deconstruction. This last one is out of curiosity rather than objective-oriented thought.
    3) assess the culture of the place by some city peoplewatching. (Lords vs. everyone else? Beggars? Footpads? Armed guards?)


    The goal:
    Nothing short of deciding what to do with the hand he's been dealt.

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  • [OOC: sorry I've been out of commission for so long, I hope we can return to a reasonably regular schedule now.]



    "Thank you Dorthan, this key will be very helpful." After taking her leave from Dorthan and the library, having some time before dinner to explore on her own, Ivy makes her way to the craft rooms, looking to find the cobbler.


    Ivy


    On your way toward the craft workshops, you bump into Rafaella, who seems to be on the way back to your room. You mention your need for shoes, and she seems to ponder the question for a minute before replying.


    "It all depends on what kind of shoes you want. If you want something special, there's a cobbler in town,but you would have to negotiate some form of barter with her. If it's just ordinary shoes you want, for inside the castle and grounds, or a plain sturdy boot for working or outdoor wear, you should visit the leatherworkers, their workshop is over by the stables. They have lots of plain footwear in all different sizes in storage for keeping the Guards and the castle staff properly equipped.


    "If you're still planning to visit the village tomorrow I can help you with the cobbler there, or I'll come along to the leatherworkers' with you now."




    Lucas


    You continue walking along the North Road. There are now designated sidewalks on either side of the road, with smaller cobbling than on the street itself.


    The bazaar is very large, but as you walk south, you see more indications of regular side roads and established businesses - buildings mostly empty at this time of day, but large enough to be - well, not factories, as you'd think of them, but places where goods are made by larger groups of people. You start seeing business signs, though they're difficult to interpret - the alphabet isn't all that unlike the one you know, but there seem to be more letters, and you really don't know the language well enough to read. Fortunately, the businesses here seem to like pictures in their signage, and you can see into the front showrooms of some buildings through the windows. You see what seem to be a wide range of goods for sale - furniture, carpets, plumbing and bathroom fixtures, decorative tiles - and a number of large-scale craft establishments - a carriage-maker, a few weavers, a maker of decorative statues, fountains and similar things.


    On the other side of the road, for some time the homes grow a little larger, and more prosperous in appearance, with bigger lots and more flower gardens. Then, the residential area seems to come to an end and there are commercial buildings on both sides of the road.


    As you walk along, you pass a lamplighter's cart headed north, refuelling and illuminating the lamps. From the slow appearance of lighting on the side streets, there seems to be a fleet of lamplighters out, but it does leave the city, well-illuminated. You've also been noticing the presence of a fair number of armed (with swords) uniformed people walking on pairs around the streets. They don't seem to bother people, and no one seems to act Intimidated. In fact, sometimes people wave at them, call out questions about local news, or ask them to come help with something - loading a carriage or wagon, cleaning up a large spill of something - or to tell them of something town-related that needs fixing in the neighbourhood. The - soldiers? police? - take all this in stride, being uniformly friendly, cheerful, helpful and equipped to record these messages for the town. The other group of municipal workers you see fairly often are manure carriers, who travel the streets removing the inevitable reminders of the horses.


    You are approaching the city centre now. The commercial buildings on your right have begun to display more personal goods - you see shops selling various kinds of clothes, shoes, dishes, jewelry, swords, books, linens among other things. On the right, buildings have taken on a "municipal works" flavour, and you wonder if you are seeing the city's office buildings. Unfortunately, these signs don't have pictures.


    At length, you reach a place that looks very much like a town square. Surrounded by four major streets, with official looking buildings on three sides and some shops - mostly bakeries, butcher's and dry goods - bars and restaurants on the fourth. Beyond these there seems to be a rather extensive farmer's market. The square itself is fully cobbled and large enough for a medium-sized demonstration. There are seats, trees, a few banks of flowers, some commemorative statues. On the block to the north of the square is a large building that has a sense of "City Hall" to it.

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • Lucas


    Men with swords and a smile are still men with swords. Fun fact. A well-maintained city with pronounced class distinctions is still a city with class conflict. Lucas isn't a historical materialist (and never will be, presuming that such theories aren't preserved somewhere in this place to be discovered), but as a trader in stories, there are some things one cannot help but notice. There is always a conflict between those who have and those who have not, when such divisions exist. Even in contexts where no one really struggles, people are quick to develop a distaste for inequities. Not just people, either. Studies with various animals from birds to apes have shown that if you give them differing levels of rewards (not even punishment), those who receive lesser rewards become resentful.


    Anyway, that whole aside is just to say that Lucas, born and raised in a place referred to as "the city" by a billion souls, is mildly perturbed by the apparent order displayed by this hierarchical society. There's something inherently slimy about something that's too well-ordered, too slick.


    Lucas hopes that there is some kind of equivalent of a "help wanted" posting that would be obvious enough that he wouldn't have to ask around. As an afterthought, he also hopes that the labor market around here is decent. (Given the apparent lack of mechanization, though, he shrugs that worry off pretty quickly.)


    Lucas decides to start with a bar, looking for one that looks fairly welcoming. Feeling his money pouch, he decides to order a drink and see if he can make friends. Not that he is ungrateful for the merchant caravan's company, but, well, they have their perspective, and townsfolk will have another.

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  • Ivy


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    "Thank you Rafaella, let's go to the leatherworkers now, I really need to get a change of footwear. I do want to go see the town tomorrow, perhaps I will get an idea of what I can do while in town to barter for things and be able to work."

  • Lucas hopes that there is some kind of equivalent of a "help wanted" posting that would be obvious enough that he wouldn't have to ask around. As an afterthought, he also hopes that the labor market around here is decent. (Given the apparent lack of mechanization, though, he shrugs that worry off pretty quickly.)


    Lucas decides to start with a bar, looking for one that looks fairly welcoming. Feeling his money pouch, he decides to order a drink and see if he can make friends. Not that he is ungrateful for the merchant caravan's company, but, well, they have their perspective, and townsfolk will have another.


    Lucas


    The bar you have chosen for your first contact experience is about three-quarters full. The clientele are mostly dressed in what seem like everyday clothes, not too flashy, possibly work clothes, though there are a few with more colourful attire. Most wear the ubiquitous short daggers that everyone seems to wear, a few - not in any uniform - wear swords. They range from young adult to middle age, and like people in bars everywhere, the snatches of conversation you catch walking through the tables to the bar seem to focus on gossip, weather, work and politics.


    You overhear something about a young woman whose parents want her to go into the family business, but she wants to continue at school and has threatened to leave home if she has to. Several stories of love affairs in various forms and stages. Someone complaining to his companion about having to do cadet duty while everyone else can just relax on the 'chandan' if they want. Someone else talking about taking time off school to work on a large construction project somewhere. Someone talking about how fortunate his uncle was that the weather held til the harvest. Office gossip about promotions and work assignments.


    You reach the bar and order your drink.



    "Thank you Rafaella, let's go to the leatherworkers now, I really need to get a change of footwear. I do want to go see the town tomorrow, perhaps I will get an idea of what I can do while in town to barter for things and be able to work."


    Ivy


    "Fine," Raefaella says to you, as you head outside into the courtyard and around toward the stables. She leads you to one of the worktables in the leatherworkers' shop - a rather large shop, with many people bustling about, and introduces you as a castle guest who needs shoes.


    The cobbler looks you over - for height and weight, perhaps? - and indicates a bench for you to sit on. "Those are some very odd shoes you're wearing, never seen anything quite like them. But what are you looking for here? Soft shoe? Work shoe? Boot? Here, let me measure your feet of you will. Yes, if you could slip off both of your shoes, i'll ned to see if your feet are built different from each other - most people's are, at least a little bit."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

  • "Wow" Ivy thought as she slipped off her sneakers, "Seems I will be getting custom shoes...what treat" Ivy explains to the cobbler in a mixture of Tengua and Habla....which is making both the cobbler and Raefaella laugh and help her with the Tengua words. Ivy explains she needs the shoes to walk around town and perhaps later go further afield ...perhaps light duty work shoes would do the trick.

  • Lucas


    Lucas moves slowly enough that it appears deliberate, but quickly enough that it doesn't appear slow, and watches as a few people order drinks, noting the value of the drinks and the standard words used to ask for it. He picks someone who looks like they're waiting for someone to take a seat near, gives a friendly hello (but not too friendly), and orders the most complex drink he saw anyone else order.

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  • "Wow" Ivy thought as she slipped off her sneakers, "Seems I will be getting custom shoes...what treat" Ivy explains to the cobbler in a mixture of Tengua and Habla....which is making both the cobbler and Raefaella laugh and help her with the Tengua words. Ivy explains she needs the shoes to walk around town and perhaps later go further afield ...perhaps light duty work shoes would do the trick.


    Ivy


    After your feet have been measured, the cobbler whistles over one of the apprentices scurrying about and gives instructions. The girl runs off. "I think we have something already made up that will suit you. But you will have to try them for a few days to see how they wear. If it's not a good fit, we'll try something else, or make up a new pair, but that will take some time. Ah, here they are." The apprentice returns, with a pair of study but not overly heavy work shoes. The cobbler helps you into them, and urges you to wiggle your toes, feel your way into the shoes, and then walk around for a bit. It's obvious that the cobbler knows his way around feet - they do indeed feel as though they had been made for you.


    "Good, good, don't wear them for too long, the leather needs to soften a bit with gentle wear. Any problems, come back and tell me - especially if they pinch anywhere - that can be very bad, and is easily fixed."


    You decide to wear the new shoes back to the castle, so you knot the laces of your sneakers together to carry them more easily and head off to dinner with Rafaella.


    After dinner, one of the pages comes up and asks if you would please come with her, Lord Seanan would like to talk to you. Rafaella cones with you. This time you're taken to a comfortable meeting room, where Lord Seanan and the callach Merisa are sitting by a fireplace chatting in teanga. They switch to habla as you enter. Lord Seanan tells the page to draw up two chairs for you and Rafaella.


    After some general inquiries about whether you are receiving everything you need and enjoying your stay, Lord Seanan tells you why he's asked to see you.


    "Merisa has received word from Cathairis that may be of interest to you and may have an influence on your plans. But before I have her tell you what she has learned, let me say that you are welcome to stay here as long as you wish, even to make this your home if that is your choice. Everyone I have spoken to about you tells me that you are friendly, intelligent, eager to learn - everything that would be desired in a member of the staff here. I am certain we could find you a position here, of you wished it, Now, Merisa, if you please."


    "As I said I would the other night, I contacted the caillais at Ciorcal Cathairis and informed them of the circumstances of your arrival. Their researches, and those of our clerks here, show that there have been others before you. More importantly, there have been two other appearances in recent days.


    "A young man named Elliot appeared at Ciorcal Marlis in Kirdais. He has unfortunately fallen ill to threshold sickness - it seems that he is a latent callach and contact with a catalyst callach there inadvertently awakened his abilities. He is under care and expected to survive, but will likely be at Marlis for some time, an untrained telepath is dangerous to himself and those around him.


    "Another young man, Lucas, appeared to a caravan of traders in northern Adenor. He was brought to the caillais at Ciorcal Shiral, who encouraged him to go to Cathairis. His caravan is due there shortly, and one of the caillais from Ciorcal Cathairis will contact him to find out more.


    "I am told by the daraceanan at Ciorcal Shiral that sie has some knowledge of the process that brought you all here, though sie does not know of any way that you may be returned to your homes. This is due to the malfunction of an old working of the Cairini, who have long departed from all human lands, if any still live. They alone could help you to return, if any still live, if you could find them.
    "This is all I have been able to learn. I am sorry the news is not better."


    You are not sure what to say, and Lord Seanan speaks into the silence. "It occurs to me that you may choose to go to Cathairis yourself, to find this other person. Or to Marlis. Or you may decide to stay here. But these are only names to you, let me show you a map of our kingdoms."




    Lucas moves slowly enough that it appears deliberate, but quickly enough that it doesn't appear slow, and watches as a few people order drinks, noting the value of the drinks and the standard words used to ask for it. He picks someone who looks like they're waiting for someone to take a seat near, gives a friendly hello (but not too friendly), and orders the most complex drink he saw anyone else order.


    Lucas


    The stranger nods politely at you as you sit down. You nod back.


    Your drink - something called "Sheilig Tears" - seems to be whiskey of some sort, with brandy and a spicy fruit liqueur, mixed in a slightly sour fruit juice and garnished with a slice of sonething that might have been from the citrus family. As you sip your drink slowly, your neighbour opens with one of the standard bar conversation starting lines, "i don't think I've seen you around here before? I'm Tavis."

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

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    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

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  • Ivy


    "Thank you Lord Seanan, this is a lot of information may I please have a few days to think, this is all a bit overwhelming..."

  • Lucas


    (OOC: I meant to respond to this sooner -- I forgot. Whoops.)


    Lucas smiles to himself. "No, you certainly haven't. I am a stranger here -- from a looooong way away. I'm called Lucas."

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  • Ivy


    "Thank you Lord Seanan, this is a lot of information may I please have a few days to think, this is all a bit overwhelming..."


    Ivy


    "Of course. As I said, you are welcome here, whether as a guest, or a member of this household, should that be your choice. Or I will help you in whatever you decide to do. There is a caravan leaving Banailt in a few weeks for Cathairis - i can arrange passage for you with them if you wish, they travel south every winter to Mirain, then downriver to Skurra and along the coast road to Cathairis. They are good people, and I trust them - they act as our factors in certain purchases in the Cathairis markets. And merisa will give you letters of introduction to the ceanans of the Cathairis and Thendara ciorcals. Whatever you need, whatever you decide." He paused. "I cannot imagine what it must be like for you, and those others, alone in a world you do not know. But I would not have it said that the anyone in the tirnan of Banailt made your situation harder to bear."


    Turning to Rafaella, Seanan continued "i leave it to you what further aud you woukd give to Ivy, but know that if your heart tells you it is right to go with her, I will send word to your father, and see that your village is wrll represented while you are gone."


    The interview clearly over, you and Rafaella return to your room.


    (OOC: I meant to respond to this sooner -- I forgot. Whoops.)


    Lucas smiles to himself. "No, you certainly haven't. I am a stranger here -- from a looooong way away. I'm called Lucas."


    Lucas


    Tavis lifts his drink to you as if in a toast. "Welcome to Cathairis, then, Lucas. Have you been here long?"

    And now I'll tell you what's against us, an art that's lived for centuries. Go through the years and you will find what's blackened all of history. Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power - against us is the law! Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent. Against us is the power of police! The shameless lies that men have told will ever more be paid in gold - against us is the power of the gold! Against us is racial hatred and the simple fact that we are poor.
    - The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Joan Baez

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