Ye Olde Adventure Worlde session 3

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Summary

Saḫḫiru tries to impress on May that she has responsibilities, and that this is not just a party for fun. Calkas helps Laris prepare for the party, as they try to decide what message he should be sending with his attire. Kraaz and Korivan discus the fate of the sacrifice. At the party, the elites socialize some before the sacrifice is performed. Afterwards, May approaches Korivan and they talk about ....magic before being interrupted by Laris and Saḫḫiru, to whom Korivan has an unexpected reaction.

Session

• Session date: 2018-01-14
• In Game date:

May and Sahhiru talk about her responsibilities pre-party

Session Ident: #gnomeland
<Narrator> Let's start with May and Sahhiru. He'll find you sometime before the party, after his meeting with Laris earlier in the day. Where would you be, say, mid-afternoon?
<May> (Probably in the ibrary)
<May> (library)
<Narrator> You'll hear a knock on the door and Sahhiru will let himself in.

• May will look up and put her book down

<May> What's up?
<Sahhiru> I wanted a chance to speak to you about the celebration tonight. You were planning on attending, yes?
<May> Duh. It sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun.
<Sahhiru> I understand that, and I know you've had a dearth of opportunities for such since...well, since we left Aethrennar.
<Sahhiru> But I want to make sure you understand that's not all this is.

• May rolls her eyes

<May> C'mon, uncle, loosen up a little. Maybe you'll even have fun yourself tonight.

• Sahhiru pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful.

<Sahhiru> That's neither here nor there.
<Sahhiru> This is important. These people are your allies, and, with the correct maneuvering, your subjects.
<May> What kind of maneuvering?
<Sahhiru> There is gain to be had here, and I need you to be mindful of that, esibaru (a nickname that means "little tribute").

• May sighs.

<Sahhiru> You have a fine line to walk. You need to ingratiate them, but remain...distant. Above. Impressive.
<Sahhiru> A ruler.
<May> Boring.
<May> That's the word you're looking for
<Sahhiru> For you, perhaps, but hopefully not to them.
<Sahhiru> Remember, they are allies, not friends. They helped us to regain this birthright of yours. They could decide to try to take it from you.
<Sahhiru> You've seen how prickly their chief can be.
<May> Stop worrying. I'm not gonna get drunk and dance on a table or anything.
<Sahhiru> There is more at stake than a lack of failure.

• Sahhiru raises his voice somewhat.

<Sahhiru> You need to impress them, not simply keep from making a fool of yourself.
<May> What do you want me to do? Give them a fireworks display?
<Sahhiru> In a manner of speaking.
<Sahhiru> Just promise you'll take this seriously.
<Sahhiru> *sigh*
<Sahhiru> I promise you, I'll find a time for you to have fun without other obligations.
<Sahhiru> Just...not now.

• May sighs also.

<May> Ok, uncle.
<Sahhiru> Thank you, May.
<Sahhiru> A lot of people are counting on you.
<Sahhiru> I'm counting on you.

• May nods.

<May> You know. I may still be a tribute, but I'm not little anymore.

• Sahhiru gives kind of a wistful smile.

<Sahhiru> I know.

Calkas helps Laris dress appropriately for the party

<Narrator> Now for some entirely different weird servant/master conversation (I leave it to y'all to figure out who is which for May and Sahhiru), I thought we'd do a scene of Laris and Calkas as Laris gets ready for the celebration.
<Narrator> Presumably this will be at the tower that's kind of your villa in town now?
<Laris> (okay)

• Laris is deliberating over whether to wear his dress armor or not

<Laris> What do you think - too showy?
<Calkas> It's showy, of course, but that is also it's purpose.

• Laris nods

<Laris> All right. Showy it is, then.
<Calkas> I'm not sure. They like ostentatious displays of wealth, but also ostentatious displays of military prowess.
<Calkas> You could wear a lot of jewelry and we could arrange your clothes to accentuate your scars.
<Laris> Then dress armor should serve both purposes. Although it is not the most practical for combat, it does suggest a certain ... commandingness?
<Calkas> Many of them are from combat, and they can assume about the rest.

• Laris wonders over whether that is a word or not ;p

<Laris> I need to consider what message I'm trying to send here.
<Laris> it might appear presumptuous to proclaim my own military prowess when I wasn't actually the one doing the fighting in this instance.
<Laris> perhaps the jewelry is sufficiently ostentatious without appearing to lay claim to a victory that was fought by others.

• Calkas sighs, putting away armor and going for jewelry

<Laris> but...

• Laris hesitates again

<Laris> well...
<Laris> which one do you think would be more appropriate?
<Calkas> Dominus, if I may, is there something particularly vexing about this celebration?
<Laris> no. I mean... I am only concerned about making a good impression for our allies, and ensuring that matters go smoothly.

• Laris says, lying through his teeth.

<Calkas> As you say.
<Calkas> Then what sort of impression *are* you hoping to impart?
<Calkas> "I'm leaving but please don't mess up my city? I worked so hard on it?"

• Laris sighs

<Laris> I am less sure that we will be leaving in the immediate future.
<Calkas> 'Immediate' has a different meaning to you or I than to these people.
<Laris> May is not yet ready to assume her role - she needs guidance. And her uncle has asked if I would stay longer...

• Laris looks ambivalent

<Calkas> Oh?
<Calkas> How did your meeting with him go?
<Laris> oh... very well, all things considered. He at least seems to have a proper appreciation for the nuances of running a city.
<Calkas> That's good to hear.

• Laris nods

<Laris> He asked for a year or two. I was careful not to promise anything, but I agreed to stay long enough to ensure a smooth transition of power.
<Calkas> And if it is another year or more?
<Laris> Then I will write to my family to explain the situation... and hope they will understand.
<Calkas> I doubt they would begrudge you the time needed to ensure a continued profit from this venture. Even without the stewardship, your house will maintain a steady profit if the Turathi succeed here.

• Laris nods

<Laris> Yes, I suppose that is true.
<Laris> I think I will wear the jewelry. Let us impress them with wealth - and show that I do not feel the need to armor myself around them.

• Calkas smiles at that.

Korivan and Kraaz discuss the fate of the sacrifice

<Narrator> Okay, from there, one last prep, with Korivan and Kraaz.
<Narrator> And all the voices in Korivan's head.
<Korivan> :D
<Narrator> Heather, what sort of preparations do you think Korivan will have to make for this? How do you see this sacrifice (and possible eating) going?
<Korivan> I think there would probably be some pre-debate over whether the sacrifice *gets* to be eaten, tbh
<Korivan> or if he is getting cast out
<Narrator> That's honestly a good thing to debate in character :)
<Korivan> he might just get strangled/stabbed/dedicated to Bane and chucked in the bog :p
<Korivan> okay
<Narrator> I imagine Kraaz will come to you in this case.
<Narrator> Presumably you have a nice yurt somewhere in the camp.
<Korivan> (yes)
<Narrator> Side note, I'm curious what, if any, relationship/interactions you imagined Korivan and Kraaz having before taking on their current duties.

• Korivan is sharpening his knife and looking at all this ritual regalia he;s recently inheritd and trying to sirt out whats approproate for this, with input from various dead shamans, probably
• Voices (Mibbit@199.38.187.9) has joined #gnomeland

<Korivan> (I assume they knew each other at least somewhat, if Kraaz was seem as the logical successro for Korivan's aunt and cousin)
<Kraaz> Korivan? Uh, Gaath Korivan?
<Korivan> (I think it woudl depend on what Kraaz's relationship with them was like)
<Korivan> Hmm?

• Korivan looks up from sharpening a bone-handled knife

<Korivan> Ahh. Hraal.

• Kraaz seems significantly more deferential than earlier. You get the sense that the trappings of your newly-inherited dwelling have an effect on him.
• Korivan puts down the knife

<Korivan> How go the preparations?
<Kraaz> Meat is roasting, soup is simmering, kegs are tapped. I'm told everything is going well.
<Kraaz> How are things here?
<Korivan> Well...

• Korivan frowns

<Korivan> (does the sacrifice have a name?)
<Narrator> (You've chosen Hrieffen Yetka Thyret as the sacrifice.)
<Korivan> (okay)
<Korivan> How are the slaves? The recovered traitors...
<Narrator> (A warrior a few years older than you or Kraaz, and formerly well-respected)
<Korivan> (cool)
<Kraaz> The Imperials have taken theirs to be sold in the city markets. We're still speaking to the ones left, to see how many will make restitution and rejoin the tribe.

• Kraaz seems somewhat unsure about this last statement.

<Korivan> the treatment of the sacrifice will sway some.
<Korivan> though he should be caset out for his betrayal and cowardice
<Kraaz> Is that what the ancestor want?
<Korivan> (cast)

• Korivan tilts his head as if listening (and actually listening)

<Voices> *susurrus*baranu.rebel.begone.galu*susurrus*
<Korivan> (what do those other words mean, if anything? >.>)
<Narrator> (rebel and exile respectively)
<Korivan> They would have him cast out.
<Korivan> He cannot be remembered in the tribe.
<Kraaz> Are you sure?
<Kraaz> Thyret...she's a good sacrifice, certainly.
<Korivan> Yes.
<Korivan> ...
<Korivan> How many of the Yetka remain loyal?
<Kraaz> But she's honored the ancestors in times past.
<Korivan> (She, my bad :P)
<Kraaz> Some. The division went through the clans and families.

• Korivan nods

<Korivan> Perhaps one of them may claim her heart...
<Korivan> If they will speak to her honour.

• Korivan listens to see what the ancestors think of that as a compromise
• Kraaz nods

<Kraaz> It's just...she saved my life. Maggar's, too, two years ago, in that Curadh raid.
<Kraaz> I don't want her to wander the far lands forever without her family.
<Korivan> (crap I dn't have my notes to hand on the name of the leader of the rebellion, only that it isn't quite Alex ;p)
<Voices> *whispers*athghabh.reclaim.regain.strength.honor.elu*whispers*
<Narrator> (Valax)

• Korivan growls in frustration.

<Korivan> I know this
<Kraaz> The life-saving thing?
<Korivan> Valax too once stood close and trusted and fougth alongside Mirky and Harizet and others...
<Korivan> They have torn us in two, and they have lost. Thyret fled battle...
<Korivan> Her clan can have her, if they will. That is all I can do.
<Korivan> they can keep her spirit.
<Korivan> I will speak to their clan head
<Kraaz> I will send her to you.

• Korivan nods
• Kraaz pauses on his way to leave

<Korivan> what?
<Kraaz> I, we *will* heal this wound Valax has caused. If I have to follow him into the fields of Avalas, I will end him. Our people will be whole, and stronger than ever.

• Korivan nods

<Korivan> Yes. We will make it so.
<Korivan> BUt it will not be easy.
<Kraaz> I know.
<Kraaz> But with the ancestors' guidance and these Imperials to supply us, none will be able to stand against us long.

• Korivan grins at that

Party time entrances and chats

<Narrator> (On to the celebration?)
<Narrator> (heh)
<May> (Wooooo!)
<Korivan> (yes!)
<Laris> (may our celebrations be sensible and prudent!)
<Narrator> ("I was never fun, you take that back!")
<Korivan> heee
<Narrator> The Hrieffen do throw a hell of a party. Bonfires (and possibly actual bonefires) are lit, much of the tribe crowded around the cooking ones. Kraaz occupies a place of honor in the rough center of the festivities. You get the sense that his celebration started not long after his discussion with Korivan.
<Narrator> A few of the braver townsfolk attend, those who've had some positive interactions with their new allies in the recent weeks.
<Narrator> So there are a few non-goblinoids here and there in the crowd.
<Narrator> What are people's plans for arriving?

• Laris will arrive with his commanders (whoever he was able to get to come, anyway - Severina, others perhaps?)
• Korivan will probably be distracted until after the sacrifice

<Narrator> Severina and several other of your commanding offices can arrive with you. I imagine they'll be in armor so you don't have to.
<Narrator> They can make the militant impression.
<Laris> (keen)

• May will arrive shortly after sundown in her fancy dress. When she gets there she will throw a small pebble into the air which will explode into a shower of lights and sparkles, and two fiery birds that circle around each other up into the sky.
• Korivan is definiely distracted by the magic ;p

<May> :3

• Kraaz Kraaz will laugh and raise his mug to you at your entrance.
• Kraaz will motion Laris and May (at their respective entrances) to join his kind of entourage at the center.
• Laris will do so
• May will do so as well
• Sahhiru will follow his ward for the moment.

<May> Thank you for inviting me, Hraal. You folks definitely know how to throw a party.

• Kraaz motions for drinks to be poured for Laris and Sahirru, then personally pours and offers on to May.

<Kraaz> To many more victories and the celebrations thereof.
<Kraaz> (one, rather)

• May will raise her glass to that.
• Laris sniffs his drink surreptitiously to see what it is

<May> And to friendship between our people.
<Narrator> In this instance, probably just wine recently traded for in town.

• Laris can drink it with immense relief, then

<Narrator> It's not quite time for ceremonial drinking.

• May doesn't even look to see what it is.

<Narrator> It's a decent Thantopolitan vintage, off one of the ships that had been stranded in the harbor.
<Narrator> Not quite as nice as the finest Aethrennari wine May might remember, but good.
<Narrator> Also likely not as nice as Laris is used to from home, but more merchant-class fare.

• Laris is probably used to that here ;)

<Laris> I see things are very ... festive already.
<Kraaz> It was a fine victory. Do your folk not celebrate such?
<Laris> Certainly, yes, in our way.
<Kraaz> Twice we have bested the Maazikai. Soon, their kind will be thralls and their ancestors forgotten, their magics cleansed from the world.
<Narrator> There are general cheers from the goblins nearby at that.

• Laris nods

<Laris> Indeed, their days are numbered.

• May has a hard time not looking around constantly at everything happening around her.

<May> With both of our armies against them they can't possibly hold out long.
<Narrator> You've had some experience with Aethrennari parties, which are more lavish, but there is a distinct visceral joy to the goblinoids' celebrations. With a quick glance, you can see several drinking contests, a few contained (and seemingly good-natured) brawls, people sneaking off out of the firelight, possibly some that should be...
<May> (hee)
<Kraaz> Indeed. I hope to press this advantage. We can secure your city and out lands if we puruse these enemies.

• Laris tries to remain politely above such goings on, ignoring the crass behaviour on display

<Sahhiru> You want to put the armies back into the field so soon?
<Sahhiru> They'll need time to rest and refit.

• Laris listens more attentively to that

<Kraaz> This is resting. The Hrieffen could ride tonight if needed!

• Sahhiru looks dubious at that.

<Laris> A delay also gives the Maazikai time to rest and regain strength. There is something to be said for pressing the advantage.
<May> When were you thinking of attacking?
<Kraaz> Are your armies ready...lady?

• Kraaz seems to be trying to address you respectfully

<Sahhiru> Can the city spare your archers, Dominus Corvus, or would they be held in reserve again?

• Laris sips his wine

<Laris> We could, if need be. they would like to see battle, I'm sure.

• May looks to Sahirru "When could our troops be ready to move again?"

<Sahhiru> I'm sure if you asked Kadanu, he'd say tomorrow as well.

• May looks a bit excited at the prospect.
• Laris looks mildly dubious at that

<May> Tomorrow it is, then.
<Kraaz> Hah! Then we stand ready and there will be glory enough for all!

• Sahhiru will spare a concerned glance towards Laris, looking for someone else sane.

<Laris> Let us consider this decision tomorrow - tonight is for celebration.
<Kraaz> Indeed. Let us truly begin, with an offering in recognition of this victory.

• Laris tries to balance their urge for further battle with a bit of common sense (and appeal to their desire to also get super drunk and party tonight)

The Sacrifice

<Kraaz> Is the Gaath ready?

• Korivan is ready
• Kraaz will nod to Korivan to begin.
• Korivan will have his people clear the ritual space of any revelers who have encroached on it

<Narrator> The party goes quieter than you would have thought possible a moment ago as Korivan, his apprentice, and their helpers begin preparing the space.

• Korivan is dressed in shamanic regalia stuff, which is a kilt made of some kind of fur and a huge fur cloack that trains on the ground, with skulls hanging from his belt, and jewelled gold arm bands (probably stolen/looted, you woudl guess), and a heavy golden torque.
• Korivan 's hair is raised in several ropes and has various small bones and other...things in it, and he wears a huge horned headdress that looks like it was made out of some kind of demon skull, and he carries a carved staff topped with a skull.
• Korivan is Then Most Extra
• Korivan will do a circuit of the space and say the prayers and invocations of dedication
• Korivan will then go to the center os the circle, and call for the sacrifice to be brought.

<Narrator> Korivan's helpers will lead Hrieffen Yetka Thyret into the circle, looking as dignified as she can manage.

• Korivan will make his vice project as much as he can for this, possibly using some magic to make sure whatever is said here reaches to all the assembled

<Korivan> Thyret of the Yetka, The Ancestors have spoken. You are cast out from the Hrieffen tribe, and they demand your blood for your betrayel, for your part in the splintering of our people.
<Korivan> Bane demands your life for your actions in this battle.

• Sahhiru is now known as Thyret

<Korivan> It will be left to your family to claim and guide your spirit.
<Thyret> Bane has had my life in his keeping forever, Gaath. I give it gladly now.

• Korivan nods

<Korivan> You meet your death well. It will be remembered.

• Thyret nods

<Thyret> May my blood please the ancestors.

• Korivan will gesture to the other shamans to mover her into position (which will be facing Kraaz and the other assembled dignitaries) as he draws a bone handled knife with a long, thin, blade.

<Korivan> (One of the apprentices gets to kneel in front of her with a bowl)

• Kraaz maintains eye contact with Thyret, a look of apology barely readable on his stoic face.
• Korivan says the next line more quietly as he steps up behind her and takes a firm grip of her hair, but the words still carry

<Narrator> Sahhiru pulls his attention away for a moment to gauge May's (and Laris') reaction(s).
<Korivan> With this sacrifice, we beging to wash the stain of betrayal from our lines.

• Korivan will then slit her throat and hold her there until she stops gushing
• Laris sips his wine, keeping his expression impassive
• May is watching closely, eyes wide, gasping only slightly when Korivan slits her throat.
• Kraaz mutters a prayer in Goblin under his breath
• Thyret is now known as Sahirru
• Korivan will lay her down once the blood has stopped pouring, and use the same knife to expertly cut open her ribcage and remove her heart..... it's a very practiced gesture

<May> (Correction: May does not gasp.)

• Korivan will pull open her chest cavity to remove it, and place it carefully in the bowl with the collected blood
• Korivan will hold it up for all to see

<Korivan> She will not be remembered as one of the Hrieffen, but her clain claims her heart and her memories.

• Korivan will take it over to someone who is waiting on the edge of the circle, and pass it to them with a more quiet blessing, which seems to signal the end of the formal ritual
• Kraaz waits a moment before standing, raising his mug.

<May> whispers to herself "Fascinating..."
<Kraaz> To the ancestors. To Bane. To the Hrieffen, who will be whole once more!
<Narrator> A cheer erupts from the gathering, louder even than they were before.
<Kraaz> And to our honored allies, may we keep faith and prosper!

• Laris will raise his cup to that
• May will as well

<Laris> To the honoured dead and the living who will carry on their fight.
<May> To our alliance and our victory.

• Korivan will raise a drinking horn that....someone has passed him in return, and drink deeply
• Laris finishes his wine and will allow someone to get him another one. Why not go wild! :p TWO CUPS IT IS.

May approaches Korivan

<Kraaz> Is the Gaath ready?

• Korivan is ready
• Kraaz will nod to Korivan to begin.
• Korivan will have his people clear the ritual space of any revelers who have encroached on it

<Narrator> The party goes quieter than you would have thought possible a moment ago as Korivan, his apprentice, and their helpers begin preparing the space.

• Korivan is dressed in shamanic regalia stuff, which is a kilt made of some kind of fur and a huge fur cloack that trains on the ground, with skulls hanging from his belt, and jewelled gold arm bands (probably stolen/looted, you woudl guess), and a heavy golden torque.
• Korivan 's hair is raised in several ropes and has various small bones and other...things in it, and he wears a huge horned headdress that looks like it was made out of some kind of demon skull, and he carries a carved staff topped with a skull.
• Korivan is Then Most Extra
• Korivan will do a circuit of the space and say the prayers and invocations of dedication
• Korivan will then go to the center os the circle, and call for the sacrifice to be brought.

<Narrator> Korivan's helpers will lead Hrieffen Yetka Thyret into the circle, looking as dignified as she can manage.

• Korivan will make his vice project as much as he can for this, possibly using some magic to make sure whatever is said here reaches to all the assembled

<Korivan> Thyret of the Yetka, The Ancestors have spoken. You are cast out from the Hrieffen tribe, and they demand your blood for your betrayel, for your part in the splintering of our people.
<Korivan> Bane demands your life for your actions in this battle.

• Sahhiru is now known as Thyret

<Korivan> It will be left to your family to claim and guide your spirit.
<Thyret> Bane has had my life in his keeping forever, Gaath. I give it gladly now.

• Korivan nods

<Korivan> You meet your death well. It will be remembered.

• Thyret nods

<Thyret> May my blood please the ancestors.

• Korivan will gesture to the other shamans to mover her into position (which will be facing Kraaz and the other assembled dignitaries) as he draws a bone handled knife with a long, thin, blade.

<Korivan> (One of the apprentices gets to kneel in front of her with a bowl)

• Kraaz maintains eye contact with Thyret, a look of apology barely readable on his stoic face.
• Korivan says the next line more quietly as he steps up behind her and takes a firm grip of her hair, but the words still carry

<Narrator> Sahhiru pulls his attention away for a moment to gauge May's (and Laris') reaction(s).
<Korivan> With this sacrifice, we beging to wash the stain of betrayal from our lines.

• Korivan will then slit her throat and hold her there until she stops gushing
• Laris sips his wine, keeping his expression impassive
• May is watching closely, eyes wide, gasping only slightly when Korivan slits her throat.
• Kraaz mutters a prayer in Goblin under his breath
• Thyret is now known as Sahirru
• Korivan will lay her down once the blood has stopped pouring, and use the same knife to expertly cut open her ribcage and remove her heart..... it's a very practiced gesture

<May> (Correction: May does not gasp.)

• Korivan will pull open her chest cavity to remove it, and place it carefully in the bowl with the collected blood
• Korivan will hold it up for all to see

<Korivan> She will not be remembered as one of the Hrieffen, but her clain claims her heart and her memories.

• Korivan will take it over to someone who is waiting on the edge of the circle, and pass it to them with a more quiet blessing, which seems to signal the end of the formal ritual
• Kraaz waits a moment before standing, raising his mug.

<May> whispers to herself "Fascinating..."
<Kraaz> To the ancestors. To Bane. To the Hrieffen, who will be whole once more!
<Narrator> A cheer erupts from the gathering, louder even than they were before.
<Kraaz> And to our honored allies, may we keep faith and prosper!

• Laris will raise his cup to that
• May will as well

<Laris> To the honoured dead and the living who will carry on their fight.
<May> To our alliance and our victory.

• Korivan will raise a drinking horn that....someone has passed him in return, and drink deeply
• Laris finishes his wine and will allow someone to get him another one. Why not go wild! :p TWO CUPS IT IS.
• May will excuse herself when possible and start moseying around, but keep an eye out for Korivan if she sees him.
• Korivan needs t divest of some of the ritual gear, but will reappear shortly minus the cloak, horns, and staff.

<May> me will make her way over to him.

• Korivan has made at most very token attempts to clean up. The browish-red of drying blood contrasts nicely with his dark orange skin ;p

<Korivan> (it's mostly on his hands, with a little bit of spattering from the heart removal)
<May> That was... very interesting, Gaath Korivan. Is that the correct title? I'm still learning this stuff.

• Korivan looks at you, then looks you over more carefully and nods, processing your words with a bit of a delay, as though he's distracted

<Korivan> Yes.
<Korivan> ...Domina

• Korivan searches his memory for your name

<May> I'm sorry, should I not interrupt you? If you're still meditating or something...
<Korivan> (well that's all you were ever introduced to him as, anyway)
<Korivan> No, you are not ...disturbing me
<May> Oh... um... good.
<Korivan> The ancestors prattle on, as ever. It can be distracting, that is all.
<May> The ancestors?

• May cocks her head.

<Korivan> They speak to me.
<May> Like, literally? You can hear them?

• Korivan says making a fist over the dragonmark over his heart.

<Korivan> Yes.
<May> That must be very distracting indeed.
<Korivan> They see and know much, though not all of it is useful.

• May nods.

<May> Something of a mixed blessing then.

• Korivan considers that

<Korivan> It is a minor price for such access to their wisdom.

• May raises her hand and shows him the dragonmark that covers her wrist.

<May> Mine is more utilitarian, and less distracting. But I guess I pay a price for it in my own way too.
<Korivan> Yes, I saw that.
<Korivan> And the other one. Dominus.

• May glances back over her shoulder at Laris.
• Korivan will take your hand though, and look it over carefully
• May will blush slightly, but let him examine it.

<Korivan> (Can I tell anything about the mark?)
<May> (You saw what it looks like, right?)
<Korivan> (Yeah)
<Korivan> (Josh?)
<Narrator> (Hey, an actual roll)
<Narrator> (Roll Knowledge, I guess?)
<Korivan> (doI add education?)
<Narrator> (That would make sense)
<Lan-phone> !roll 5d6

• Korivan rolls for Lan-phone: [ 5d6 ] getting [ 3 4 5 4 5 ] for a total of [ 21 ].

<Korivan> (18)
<Korivan> (rawr?)
<Narrator> (You recognize her Dragonmark, though given some of her other characteristics it's easy enough to surmise. You know of the mark of summoning/binding, and some of its manifestations. From whispers as you examine it, you get the sense that, like it's bearer, May's mark has yet to reach its full potential.)
<Korivan> YOu have more to learn of this...

• Korivan says, tracing the circles as he examines it

<May> I have more to learn about a lot of things...
<Korivan> It is more than you yet know @_@
<Korivan> mmm... as do we all.
<May> I have a feeling there's much we could learn from each other.
<Korivan> yes... I feel this too

• May smiles

Laris and Sahhiru interrupt and cause a slight scene

• Laris approaches with Sahhiru and interrupts the two of you
• May quickly pulls her hand back.

<Laris> Having a good time?

• Korivan frowns at his suddenly empty hands and then looks over at the newcomers

<Sahirru> Gaath Korivan, that was a...moving ceremony.
<May> Yes... we were... just discussing it.
<Sahirru> Oh? Anything about it in particular?
<May> Just the... ritualness... of it...
<Lan-phone> !roll 5d6

• Korivan rolls for Lan-phone: [ 5d6 ] getting [ 6 2 2 6 4 ] for a total of [ 20 ].

<Korivan> (16)

• Laris looks dubious

<Laris> Well, there are many guests who no doubt wish to greet you - and the Gaath surely has other matters to attend to as well.
<May> Yes... of course.
<Narrator> The 'tiefling' is clearly more than he seems. His aura blazes with a distinct radiance, like coals stoked in a forge. Scorching, but contained.

• May will turn back to Korivan.
• Korivan stares at Sehhiru

<May> Perhaps we can continue this discussion another time.
<Sahirru> I'm sure we'll have other events with the Gaath and his people.

• Korivan frowns more deeply when he speaks again

<Korivan> Yes, masked one. We will.

• May cocks her head again and looks at Sahirru.

<Narrator> The voices' rise to a crescendo, making it hard to focus. *angel.shadow.demon.flame.spirit*

• Korivan scowls
• Sahirru gives Korivan a considering look.

<Korivan> I see you

• Laris glances back and forth between them, trying to assess what's going on here

<Sahirru> Do you now?
<May> I think maybe we should go now, Uncle...
<Korivan> Fire....
<Sahirru> As are all my people. Fire of the dragon, blood of the gods.
<Korivan> No.

• Sahirru shakes his head.
• Korivan grits his teeth
• May takes a step back and tugs Sahirru's elbow.

<Sahirru> I'm sorry, Dominus Corvus is right. There are other guests to meet, May.
<May> Uncle.
<Sahirru> I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Gaath.
<Korivan> [m] He is no blood of yours

• Sahirru will turn to leave with May
• Korivan isn't going to make *more* of a scene but will continue to stare as they go off
• May will walk away with him, but keep glancing back over her shoulder at Korivan.

<Sahirru> (To May and Laris) He's a bit...strange, hmm?

• Laris will arch an eyebrow at that

<May> Yes... he is.

• Korivan is continuing to mutter, but will turn to go find Kraaz after he pulls himself together :p

<Laris> Perhaps still dazed from the ritual.
<Sahirru> Either that, or their drink is stronger than I gave them credit for.
<Sahirru> I don't know which is more worrying.

• Sahirru smiles, trying to make light.

<Laris> Mm.
<Laris> I should see how my commanders are faring - excuse me.

• Sahirru will take May to meet with some of the townsfolk in attendance, the more respectable folk.

<Sahirru> Of course, Dominus.

• Laris will take himself off to check on how his commanders are doing, and ponder what that all means