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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 11, 2013 22:50:06 GMT
Garrett entered in behind Gareth, hood up and staff in hand. As Gareth referred to him as a "gift", a slight sound of contempt could be heard under the hood. He dropped his staff down, to let it rest top down at his side, "accidentally" whacking Gareth's hand.
"Whoops, sorry about that." Came the slightly wise-ass voice. He dropped his hood revealing... a rather unmage-like looking fellow. He had a full, cut beard, black hair and eyes, and a build that made him look like the average well-conditioned citizen with muscle tone.
"Garrett the Clanless, of the Order, here to represent the magi." He said, before moving to the altar and slicing the palm of his hand, letting several drops bleed onto the altar. "To Nise' glory."
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 11, 2013 23:14:36 GMT
Steinholf watches Gareth closely as he approaches altar and Johan may notice him hide a sneer at Gareth' s uncerimonious offer. This followed by a disregard of his kneeling gesture as he turns to take in Garret the Clanless.
Steinholf cannot help the not so subtle backstep he takes as Garret approaches and makes his offer to Nise. All of that done Steinholf speaks.
"Girl more drink and food for our guests to the moot." The devotee silent until then steps foward rebellion coming to her lips Steinholf moves quickly for a man his size and the girl is sent to the ground with a backhand. "When you take your oath you may oay me back for such kindness lass, until then you will do as you are bid and bring bread and ale for the Odin sworn. " the glares at Steinholf tears of rage in her eyes but moves off none the less.
"Welcome Garret the Clanless and Gareth the Oathbreaker (if I don't know this title tim please correct me) be welcomed to Nisengard, and this, sure to be historical moot.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 12, 2013 1:08:21 GMT
Misfortune seemed to have followed the young lass extensively as before she could open the double doors of the mead hall to fetch more drink for the new arrivals, she is met quite abruptly with both of them flung wide open in a rush of force sourcing from outside. Almost likely a winter gale knocking one back on their rear does the girl let out an 'oof'! from being cast down again. After rubbing her backside in slight pain and annoyance her eyes mean to scold yet again another who remained so rude as to barge their presence into the moot like some brute. However, a look of particular dread befalls her senses, first from hearing both the clatter of dulled claws hit along the floor with each step this newcomer made upon the cobblestone floors as well as the towering creature's audible breaths coming from his nostrils; the second by gazing at the man like creature's own physique and presence lightly hiding his upper half from the shadowing of torch light around the moot. The girl would have had a further sense of fleeing if it weren't for the two golden set of lupine eyes meeting her gaze back at her, which only made her freeze up. After another breath the humanoid let out a gruff rumble from his throat as he knelt down to her level to expose his face to her and address her in his gritty voice.
"Human, is this the moot of Nisengard?" he asked her while looking heavily over the young female, flaring his nostrils once again as he breathed in air around her in a few bouts of curiosity whilst crouching. The startled you devout, fearing for what this creature could want she immediately answered in hopes it would not be angered as she nodded quickly and pointed behind her to the rest who were left around the tables that were already established. After averting his gaze to what he saw the large canid man rose back to two feet and nodded in affirmation. His claws clacking even more so whilst he walked past her, only then could she see the dead Worg pelt that cowled over the creature along with what appeared to be a sword strapped to his back more suited to that of a giant's blade. Such a large furred creature with a colossal weapon... its possible this being was suitable a bringer of destruction to the moot looking the way he did. Nevertheless he still walked over to the other men standing significantly taller than most of them before he asked rather simply in a duller tone.
"I arrive... and I was promised warm mead and food here, where is it?"
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Post by johan on Sept 12, 2013 1:33:41 GMT
Johan stands up and his hand immediately drops to his bow as he eyes the large, wolf like creature. It's merely a precaution though because he won't be the first to draw a weapon in this place.
"This is a gathering of the Tribes of Nise, of which I don't believe you are. State your business or be on your way."
He glances over to Steinholf to see if the cleric gives any indication of knowing who this wolfman is but otherwise stays in a defensive position ready to strike should he have to. Eyeing the wolf creature the whole time and not paying any more attention to the members of the Odin Sworn that he was previously concerned about.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 12, 2013 1:57:18 GMT
Turning his gaze onto the human bowman who stood up in sudden reflex to the lupine-man's approach he huffed out through his nose again in a rather annoyed manner before squinting his feral eyes and retorting with a hint of rumbling in his voice. Like an animal on the defensive about another in their territory.
"'State my business or leave this place?' Is human hospitality as poor as I assumed? And you offend me to assume I do not come from these lands too?" asked also raising his hand cautiously to his own sword strapped behind him but only placing it on the handle lazily without drawing it from it's placement.
"You don't even present your own name first human to a guest to your halls, specially one who traveled a great distance and who is -very- hungry." The feral rumble grows louder from his throat as the wolf man made more of these observations as to how poor of a host these people have been on first meeting.
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Post by johan on Sept 12, 2013 2:12:24 GMT
Johan stood there continuing to eye the beast and seemingly none to happy about his presence in the halls. After a long minute he lets out a resigned sigh and relaxing his stance slightly. Letting his hand come away from his weapon and grabbing a pitcher full of mead and refilled his glass before slumping back down in his chair. Still eyeing the creature.
"My name is Johan and there is not to be any war on these lands today. I'm not sure what parts of these lands you came from but our tribes have been here for many many years. If you are here for a reason you can state your business to the other Chieftains once the moot begins. Until then you might as well have some drink"
*He says as he slides the half full pitcher across the table causing it to stop at the other end in front of the wolf man.*
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 12, 2013 2:34:41 GMT
Steinholf watching the wolf creature and Johan lightly reaches out with speed and stops the pitcher before it can go further.
"Let us first get our manners in order, if this creature seems willing to attempt to claim rudeness. Perhaps a list, you arrive uninvited" Steinholf ticks a finger "Burst in upon a holy altar" ticks another finger "Demand food and drink from hosts that have not invited you" another "Scold another for not naming themselves when you are the intruder who saw fit to demand of the hosts without giving your name. You are the on at fault and I will not standby while you insult my brother of being a bad host, when you entered a terrible guest. Correct your actions and you will be properly treated...perhaps you should step outside and try again."
Steinholf looks him over "And wipe your paws this time."
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 12, 2013 2:39:45 GMT
Garrett turned and watched this entire conflict play out, stepping away from the altar after letting several more drops fall upon it and standing off to the side, leaning on his staff casually and quietly. Garrett was dressed in a hooded short-cloak of fur, with a hide sleeveless shirt that left free movement for his arms. He wore a pair of strong pants, boots, and gloves that he had replaced on his hands after his offering. An armored kilt was attached to his belt, that was about half-ways past the knee, made of leather and hide.
He smiled ever so slightly, finding the wolf-man rather amusing with his rude antics.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 12, 2013 3:00:20 GMT
Watching Johan back down and begin to pour the drink did leave the wolf man eased from his notion of irrational grumpiness, appreciating the decency this one had after considering his actions. This made him run his tongue along his lips as a dog would lick it's chops, but this was very short lived as the lupine creature listened to what the cleric had to say, much to his dismay. He growled rather significantly at this as the barrage of insults pelted him more so than the constant mountain snow. The creature bared his threatening looking canines as he got into the cleric's face snarling lightly as a very disturbed animal would.
"By Skold's Bones... You-!" he begins to say before he looks up abit as the aroma of various meats and mutton continue to roast on the spit, the scent of which passes through his nose quite seductively. The slight sound of a hound's whine was heard from the creature's mouth as was reactionary for most canines seeing something they are denied of. As uncharacteristic as it was he let out a begrudging huff and took his hand from the hilt of his sword and backed from the clerics face in frustration.
"... Fine" he retorted obviously not wishing to push this any further from his hungry stomach than he already has. If he wanted to eat, he'd have to 'roll over' for these rude and obnoxious humans even to a small degree. A certain jab at his own pride quite obviously but survival and need always came first before winning a pissing party. Because of this, the wolfish man turned his back to them and began pacing out of the room as calmly as he could, even closing the doors behind himself while looking very intently at the others in the room before shutting them.
About a minute passes and (once again) the doors fling open just as they did before when the devout had approached them. There stood the statuesque wolf man as towering as ever... But this time, he did indeed wipe his paws before entering like a -good- guest would.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 12, 2013 3:17:57 GMT
Steinholf doesn't move and looks entirely unphased as the wolf-man gets in his face. He knew what ground he stood on and he knew who's altar was behind him...if there was one place that Steinholf could be completely without fear...this was it. As the wolf-man spoke Steinholf simply raised an eyebrow. After hearing the wine Steinholf looks to the door and folds his arms as the creature stamps back to it, crosses the threshold and closes the doors.
Steinholf looks around the room and hmpfs in a "I can't believe that just worked" kind of statement. He then immediately replaced the stoic expression he was using to face down the creature as the doors re-opened, however he couldn't help a smirk from cracking his lips as the creature wiped it's paws.
"Welcome traveler my name is Steinholf The Blooded, keeper of this altar to Nise, rest from the road break bread with us. Then after we will talk business."
He nods to one of the devotees who moves off to get more ale and foodstuffs.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 3:25:26 GMT
The sudden turn of events caught Gerath so off guard he completely forgot about the smack on his hand. Laughing so hard he almost doubles over and has tears coming out of his eyes. "My my, now this HAS turned into an entertaining event." Approaching the man wolf creature he offers up his hand to grasp in a sign of peace. "Beast, what are you? My companions here call me Gerath THE Oathbreaker, but i find it a little to presumptious. Ha, like there could only be one at a time. I prefer Gerath Oathbreaker or Gerath for short," he looks to Steinhoff and gives a friendly smile with that. "Please brothers, if you could welcome me then i'm sure you could welcome all sorts of beasts tonight with warmer friendship than that."
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 12, 2013 3:35:43 GMT
The annoyed rrrrf under his breath was slightly audible to anyone close to him as he heard this, quite tempted to ask the temple keeper if he should also carry his tail in a dainty manner too! Ridiculous human niceties... Nevertheless the wolf stood up strait with his hands tied behind his back and chin up as he presented himself before the rest of them. Giving them his tribe's acknowledgement which looked near like a primitive salute.
"Greetings to you herald of Nise. I am Sköll of the Skolldir. Eldest son and Alpha of Clan Sønjakten." he replied before bowing his head in his own bout of respect even if much of his instincts and stomach are urging him to stop all this courtly human nonsense and get right down to eating. Luckily pleasantries had ended as soon as he respectfully presented his own name and title and crouched himself at one of the seats near Johan. Even sitting down he towered over most of them as he gazed at the other two men who sat across. After a moment he then realized the one sitting next to the robed gentleman had his hand extended to him. At first Sköll looked toward the man with a good bit of befuddlement as he presented this gesture that seemed all too foreign of a concept. Though since he showed proper amount of politeness he could only take this as a gesture of greeting. Thus Sköll leaned in and sniffed his palm like a dog sizing up another canine before flicking his ears at what he gathered. Grunting in acknowledgement to Oathbreaker.
"Right then. Where's the food?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 4:36:11 GMT
With a good hearty laugh Gerath slowly withdraws his hand. "I would expect no less of someone who has obviously not been a part of society for some time. Please, do not scare the young ones as they are the ones kind enough to fill our drink and bring more food." Gareth holds out his mug for more mead and smiles as the serving girl begins to fill his glass. "I commend you for remaining so calm during such an uncertain moment. But do try to remember that neutral ground only extends to those who believe. I would suggest next time to dart for cover or find a shield as they might not turn out to be as friendly Sköll here." She appears to ignore his compliment and advice while she continues to pour his mead and quickly leaves when the mug is full. Turning to Sköll, "not to be so blunt, but what are you?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 12, 2013 5:10:19 GMT
Steinholf nods as Skoll introduces himself and watches as the devotee returns and serves skoll and Gareth. Steinholf feels himself sneering more at Gareth than he feels himself sneering at the best who crashes the moot of all moots with all the manners of a civilized nobleman...meaning none. He takes a pull at his ale and stays back from the table for now, letting them all get settled in before he tells them of his vision and what is to come.
As he muses he finds himself eyes the caster...they so rarely leave the tower that he can only remember seeing a Caster once when he was a child. Even then he was told not to look him in the eyes, but he remembered well, it was an older caster called in to consult on the nature of a beast his clan had slain...some creature born of magic and as such wicked and terrible...he remembers the Caster being quite irate about the death of the beast but he couldn't remember why. His reverie is broken as Gerath asks "what are you?" his ears suddenly perking up to the conversation...this is something he wanted to know as well.
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Post by johan on Sept 12, 2013 5:42:41 GMT
Johan smirks a little bit as Steinholf stops the pitcher and further questions the trespasser and drinks more from his mug. He scowls a little bit as Gareth tries to defend the wolfman but decides that in the end he cares little for why they are there and is more interested in the "What"he is as well. Johan has fought and killed many creatures in these lands, wolves among them but he had yet to meet one that had this level of thinking ability and since it seemed to believe to at least some extent that these lands belonged to his people Johan was interested to hear more about who and what this creature was.
He leans back in his chair and watches the room as people take various sides and he makes a mental note of the way Steinholf seems to continue staring at Gareth to make sure he figured out what that was about later. In the meantime he took another drink from his mug while he waited to hear what this beast had to say.
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