The Order of the Azure Sun will be hosting a classroom examination on values and traits of chivalry on 15 Restday, Charlatos (March 15th) 5115 at 6 PM Empire time on Cafe Dumont's patio in Solhaven, as the Order begins to train its new squires.

Parties not currently in or squired to the Order yet interested in it, the Turamzzyrian Empire and or chivalric tenets are welcome to attend and participate, though please be mindful of manners and decorum.

This Discourse's topic will be "Worthiness, and the Qualities of Good Men-at-Arms," taught by Sir Bristenn Colfren Mires, Knight of the Empire.

Coffee and tea will be provided, but must bring own scones (or muffins in case of owls).

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This will also be our first public event since 2012. It's good to be back.

-james, bristenn's player

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You think to yourself, "FFF-"

A giant white bunny hurls a powerful lightning bolt at you!

You evade the bolt by a hair!

And last reminder, this event is today at 6pm Eastern, in Solhaven, on Cafe Dumont's patio.

-james, bristenn's player

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You think to yourself, "FFF-"

A giant white bunny hurls a powerful lightning bolt at you!

You evade the bolt by a hair!

As promised, the log of this event for future reference (internal and external!)

Worthiness, and the Qualities of Good Men-at-arms, Part I

Preface

You amusedly observe, "Alright. This looks to be everyone, I believe."

Clunk nods.

Clunk walks over to the chair and settles down.

Speaking to Clunk, you mention, "We'll handle that shortly afterwards, but again, thank you, Brother Clunk."

Clunk bows to you.

Tarali rocks back on her heels.

Tarali plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Aydan takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

You clearly greet, "But, welcome, everyone. Have a seat if you would, take a moment, perhaps fetch some coffee or tea."

Fela walks over to the chair and settles down.

Speaking quietly to his strong black coffee, Aydan says, "This stuff's like tar."

Tarali abruptly exclaims, "Oh!"

Tarali stands up.

Fela leans back.

You run a hand through your short-cropped deep cordovan hair, trying to make yourself presentable.

Tarali just went south.

You chuckle to yourself.

Mynon whispers, "Would you like a drink, sir?"

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Tarali just arrived.

Tarali plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Speaking wryly to Mynon, you agree, "Cream and sugar. I'll be doing a lot of talking, I fear."

Clunk fidgets.

Tarali wraps her hands tightly around her raspberry tea, warming her fingers.

Mynon just went south.

Tarali says, "They said they wouldn't put rum in it."

Tarali frowns at a cup of hot raspberry tea.

Clunk deeply says, "Foo."

Tarali agrees with Clunk.

Maretta stands up.

Cruxophim suddenly fades into view.

Tarali says, "No."

Cruxophim dusts himself off.

Clunk deeply says, "Hope so."

You squint at Cruxophim.

Tarali frowns.

Maretta says, "Damn."

Mynon just arrived.

Maretta just went south.

Cruxophim begins to look a little better.

Mynon offers you a mug of creamy sugared coffee. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Speaking suspiciously to himself, Cruxophim notes, "This isn't Zul Loggoth."

You nod encouragingly at Mynon.

You accept Mynon's offer and are now holding a mug of creamy sugared coffee.

Cruxophim looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Cruxophim nods in greeting.

Pulling up the edges of his atramental ebon greatcoat, Cruxophim executes a stately bow.

Clunk glances at Cruxophim.

Maretta just arrived.

Maretta walks over to the chair and settles down.

Speaking pleasedly to Mynon, you murmur, "My thanks, Master Felcroth."

Maretta takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.

Divone stares at Cruxophim.

Speaking hesitantly to Clunk, Cruxophim observes, "I... think."

Tarali takes a drink from her raspberry tea.

Speaking to you, Mynon says, "Of course, sir."

You incline your head.

(Cruxophim emits a small cough, discreetly covering his mouth.)

Clunk glances at Cruxophim.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Tarali replies, "We ain' dwarves-- well mos' ah us."

Speaking hesitantly to you, Fela asks, "A question, if I may?"

Cruxophim nods in greeting at Clunk.

Tarali glances at Clunk.

You nod in agreement at Fela.

Cruxophim walks over to the chair and settles down.

Cruxophim begins to look a little better.

Cruxophim folds his hands in his lap.

You state, "We'll give it a moment or two while everyone gets comfortable, so certainly."

Cruxophim nods in greeting at Aydan.

You take a tiny sip of your creamy sugared coffee, warming your lips and making sure it isn't too hot to drink.

Speaking haltingly to you, Fela says, "I.. actually.. haven't the faintest idea of what I've showed up to.."

Aydan nods at Cruxophim.

You try hard not to grin.

Maretta takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.

Speaking politely to Aydan, Cruxophim offers, "Hello again, Sir."

Speaking to you, Fela continues, "Enlighted me?"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Aydan says, "Evening."

Speaking wryly to Fela, you respond, "We'll get to that in a moment, actually."

Clunk deeply says, "Nite talk."

Fela relievedly says, "Oh, good."

Clunk nods at Fela.

Fela flashes a wide grin.

Tarali takes a drink from her raspberry tea.

Tarali gives her tea a little prod with the tip of her finger.

Cruxophim begins to look a little better.

Cruxophim flashes a wide grin.

You kindly greet, "So, welcome. A bit of explanation is required, I believe, so to rather abruptly indoctrine everyone.."

You clearly explain, "Sir Aydan Mursilis and I are imperial knights, and through that, with others, we founded a chivalric order here in Vornavis's freeport- the Order of the Azure Sun."

Clunk nods.

Kilthal just arrived.

Tarali takes a drink from her raspberry tea.

You continue, "Tonight, we will be holding our first of many discourses on chivalry, its tenets, doctrines and codes. And, of course, those men-at-arms who pursue such a path."

You nod politely at Kilthal.

Kilthal walks around to stand behind an iron table.

Kilthal walks over to the chair and settles down.

Kilthal nods to you.

Tarali raises her hand.

You wryly remark, "Including a bit of offhand humor about Kilthal's cloak of many colored nightmares."

Cruxophim begins to look a little better.

Divone agrees with you.

Cruxophim gazes in amusement at you.

Divone glances at Kilthal.

Divone covers her eyes with her hands.

Tarali bursts out in laughter, snorting clear tea through her nose.

Aydan appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Tarali coughs.

Tarali sniffs.

Speaking interestedly to you, Cruxophim murmurs, "Sounds intriguing."

Speaking to you, Aydan asks, "If I may, after Tarali's question?"

(Bristenn raises his coffee to Kilthal in an exuberant toast.)

(Divone taps her fingernails on a table lightly, blushes, stops then sits up straighter.)

You nod in agreement at Aydan.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Tarali.

Maretta takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.

Tarali quickly says, "Oh no, et was 'bout 'is cloak."

Cruxophim begins to look a little better.

Tarali sniffs.

You try hard not to grin.

Tarali takes a drink from her raspberry tea.

Speaking softly to you, Kilthal says, "Oh come now, the cloak has never done anything to ye."

Clunk fastens the clasp on his black wool cloak, pulling it closed.

You slowly reason, "Those answers, one should not seek until they know in their hearts they are ready for the truth."

Cruxophim gazes with interest at Kilthal.

Fela chuckles.

You nod gravely at Kilthal.

Cruxophim nods gravely.

Tarali clears her throat.

You tease, "I'm certain it's plotting something."

Cruxophim grins mischievously.

Aydan says, "Well then. As some of you here know, Sir Eahlstan Hjeldin is the one who taught me as I served as his squire. One of the first things - in fact, THE first thing - he instructed me to do was begin a scholary study from a very particular text."

(Divone stifles a slight moan.)

Divone coughs.

Clunk turns an inquisitive ear toward Aydan.

Aydan says, "A lot of what Sir Mires will be speaking of tonight comes from that very text."

Divone clears her throat.

Cruxophim glances askance at Divone.

You nod in agreement.

Cruxophim begins to look a little better.

You take a tiny sip of your creamy sugared coffee, warming your lips and making sure it isn't too hot to drink.

Aydan says, "It forms the core of what we conceived to be our view of the basic chivalric code that we adhere to."

Maretta takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.

Tarali folds her hands in her lap.

Aydan says, "So when we say that we're doing something 'by the book,' this is what it is. It won't get any more basic or clear-cut than this."

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "That's all."

Clunk covers his eyes with his hands.

Lord Entil just arrived.

You nod firmly at Aydan.

Entil squints.

Cruxophim's cheeks flush with a deep shade of red.

Maretta glances at Entil.

Entil shrugs.

Maretta whispers something to Entil.

You explain, "This particular text is in fact, the Book of Chivalry, of Sir Pyrrhon Von Kammersteyl. The famous knight of Immuron, who founded the Order of the Golvern Star."

Entil walks over to the chair and settles down.

Cruxophim turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

Clunk leans forward.

Aydan murmurs, "Whom we are pretty sure was illiterate and was actually dictating this to a scribe."

Clunk mutters wall.

You continue, "His ultradisciplined ideals solidified what had been before the Black Elf War simply a collection of thoughts, concepts and advice."

You nod in agreement at Aydan.

Tarali idly scratches herself on the neck.

You amusedly mention, "It does at times read more of a conversation than a treatise."

Tarali frowns.

Aydan says, "Explains a lot, really."

Seomanthe just arrived.

You nod slowly.

Cruxophim waves to Seomanthe.

Seomanthe waves.

Cruxophim beckons Seomanthe toward him with a fancy flourish of the hand.

Cruxophim indicates a cushioned iron chair as a possible option.

Seomanthe appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Seomanthe walks over to the chair and settles down.

For no apparent reason, Cruxophim looks rather uncomfortable.

Clunk sniffs at Seomanthe.

Divone smiles at Seomanthe.

Tarali inquires, "So does we have ta know how ta read?"

You agree, "So with that, however, as none enjoy to step into a conversation within its middle, we must start at the beginning- our first topic this evening will be Worthiness and the Qualities of Good Men-at-Arms."

Seomanthe gives Clunk a quick little smooch.

You look at Tarali and shake your head.

Tarali lets out a sigh of relief.

You kindly add, "That is something we can certainly assist with later on down the road, however."

You glance appraisingly around the area.

You clap your hands.

Cruxophim reaches inside one of the containers hanging from his deep black harness and grabs a silver-tipped black crow quill.

You clearly offer, "Shall we begin, then?"

Kilthal takes a drink from his lavender tea.

Cruxophim indicates a silver-tipped black crow quill as a possible option.

Clunk nods.

Cruxophim rubs a silver-tipped black crow quill in his hand.

You nod approvingly.

Tarali nods eagerly.

Cruxophim breaks out in a silly grin.

Worthiness

You clearly venture, "To start, who here would like to offer the definition of 'worthiness'? How would you describe it, precisely?"

You take a tiny sip of your creamy sugared coffee, warming your lips and making sure it isn't too hot to drink.

Aydan appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Clunk raises his hand.

Tarali glances around the area.

Cruxophim raises his arms defensively in front of his face and ducks behind them.

Aydan amusedly says, "I can. But I won't give it."

You chuckle to yourself.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

Maretta takes a drink from her amaretto-laced coffee.

You announce, "Brother Clunk."

Clunk deeply says, "Worthy be when Eonak bonk ye on head."

Clunk nods.

Tarali rolls her eyes.

Tarali raises her hand.

You chuckle.

Cruxophim furrows his brow, his face tensed in some inner conflict.

Cruxophim raises his hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Tarali.

Aydan appears less battle-ready as a soft glow dissipates from around his form.

Entil whispers something to Maretta.

You agree, "Though it is certain the Smith's favor is a tough love situation, as I've come to read."

Cruxophim begins chuckling at Clunk!

Tarali says, "When yer doin' wha' ye do fer tha' right reasons... like uh, defendin' those tha' can't do et themselves.. and--"

Tarali ponders.

(Seomanthe purses her lips.)

Tarali says, "Yer really good at et.."

Cruxophim covers his tenebrous ashen light with his hand.

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Tarali mumbles, "Er somethin'."

Entil hoarsely says, "Worthiness is doing the right thing when you don't have to."

You nod approvingly at Tarali.

Tarali idly scratches herself on the neck.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Entil.

Maretta looks thoughtfully at Entil.

Speaking to Cruxophim, you offer, "And you had something to share?"

Speaking hesitantly to you, Cruxophim ventures, "Possessing certain qualities necessary to faciltate being a part of something?"

Cruxophim flicks at the end of the dark spike in his lip thoughtfully with his tongue.

You nod in agreement at Cruxophim.

Clunk furrows his brow.

Kilthal raises his hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Kilthal.

You offhandedly mention, "Also, the coffee will be tonight's speaking scepter."

Mynon smiles.

Seomanthe smiles at Clunk.

Cruxophim breaks out in a silly grin.

Kilthal softly says, "Worth all depends on the situation and circumstance ye are talking about."

Tarali starts chortling at you!

Entil chuckles.

You chuckle to yourself.

Mynon raises his hand.

Kilthal softly says, "In this case, Bristenn is not worthy of an answer from Aydan."

Cruxophim suddenly blurts, "Coffee conch!"

Cruxophim buries his face in his hands.

You gaze up into the heavens.

Entil removes a lapis-inlaid bathing dwarf statue from in his ebonwood case.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Mynon.

Kilthal softly says, "Nor is he worthy of wearing a fine cloak such as mine."

Clunk furrows his brow.

Aydan says, "Well, that's usually true of any situation."

You scratch at your dark olive ruhan.

You pull your dark olive ruhan aside for a moment.

You pull on the collar of your trim leather coat, shadowing your face.

Maretta bursts out in a sudden snort of laughter.

Cruxophim stares at Aydan.

You adjust the fit of your trim leather coat, attending your appearance.

Speaking softly to Aydan, Kilthal says, "But even more so when it comes to being worthy of something."

Cruxophim blushes a bright deep red to the tops of his ears.

Cruxophim pulls the hood of his atramental ebon greatcoat down over his face, shrouding his features in shadow.

You offhandedly mumble, "..the indignities I suffer, honestly."

Kilthal softly says, "He is however worthy of those spurs he wears."

Fela appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking to you, Tarali offers, "I think ya invite et.."

Tarali sniffs.

Tarali glances at you and folds her arms over her chest.

Clunk furrows his brow.

You hold up your hand and tilt it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Speaking dryly to Kilthal, you mention, "Some would disagree, of course."

You simply state, "I myself do as well, much of the time."

Tarali sighs.

Tarali glances at you.

Speaking softly to you, Kilthal says, "People would disagree about many things. However the one who made the decision of yer worth felt otherwise."

Aydan clears his throat.

Speaking softly to you, Kilthal says, "And in that case, his opinion was the one who counted."

You try hard not to grin.

Kilthal takes a drink from his lavender tea.

You nod slowly.

Cruxophim chuckles to himself.

After unconsciously trying to cover the tip of her ear, Tarali throws her shoulders back and slightly juts out her chin in a proud pose.

Turning the black crow quill over, Cruxophim's face flashes briefly with pain and you notice that his silver-tipped quill has drawn blood from his palm.

Clunk rubs his crystal amulet.

Clunk gets an odd look on his face.

Cruxophim blushes a bright deep red to the tops of his ears.

You cock your head at Mynon.

Cruxophim tosses a silver-tipped black crow quill into one of the containers hanging from his deep black harness.

Mynon answers, "The worthy man-at-arms is ready to demonstrate his skill and his virtue at whatever time, and in in whatever capacity presents itself, whether in service of his liege, or for the common man."

Cruxophim cocks his head at Mynon.

You nod firmly at Mynon.

Tarali adds, "Or herself."

Tarali mumbles something under her breath.

You quickly agree, "Or herself, yes."

Mynon nods in agreement.

Entil raises his hand.

Divone smiles at Mynon.

You add, "But, that is correct. By definition, worthiness is having merit and value. Posessing of honor and being admirable, deserving of praise."

Maretta gives a sidelong glance at Entil.

You continue, "Worthiness, in reference to deeds of arms, refers to their pursuit and the honor achieved by them."

Seomanthe fidgets, glancing at Aydan.

Cruxophim furrows his brow, his face tensed in some inner conflict.

You state, "This is, in fact, what separates those good men-at-arms from the best men-at-arms, for while all pursuits of arms are honorable, some are more honorable than others."

You offhandedly mention, "There's a bit of a scale of ascension, as it were."

Seomanthe clasps her hand over her mouth.

You add, "And tonight, we'll do our best to go over as many as possible."

You note, "As a direct quote from the Book of Chivalry penned by legendary knight Sir Pyrrhon Von Kammersteyl, 'always, the noblest way rises above all others, and those who have the greatest heart for it go constantly forward to reach and acheive the highest honor.'"

The band of tenebrous ashen light on Cruxophim's finger spins around rapidly.

You say, "So what this really means, and this will be a recurring theme throughout these discourses, and a preface for this first discourse- he who doest more is most worthy."

You add, "Or he who does more is of greater worth. To be quite honest, the phrase changes just a tad each time Sir Pyrrhon penned it, but the intent remained the same."

Deeds of Arms at Jousts and Tournaments

You say, "With that in mind, however, let's look our first class of men-at-arms, who are worthy of praise in regards to the feats they undertake."

You let out a long, contemplative breath.

Tarali runs a hand through her cropped copper red hair, trying to make herself presentable.

You slowly explain, "They, these men-at-arms, conduct themselves properly and pleasantly, appropriately for men of their status, are gentle and courteous and well mannered toward others, and have no desire to engage in churlish or vile undertakings."

You add, "Just as well, they are physically strong and skilled with their weapons, training themselves hard and laboring at the pell and quintain to achieve greater and greater prowess."

Kilthal looks thoughtfully at you.

Tarali looks lost in thought.

You say, "They are so eager to perform deeds of arms at jousts and tournmanets that if they know of an occasion, they will be there. If by Kai's guidance and Tonis's fortune and right of their own arm they win their prize, they deserve priase for this."

Divone glances at Mynon.

You clarify, "This pursuit requires a great deal of expenditure of wealth for both travel and equipment, and these men-at-arms endure physical hardship, crushing and wounding, and do indeed face the danger of death."

Tarali shifts her weight.

Cruxophim rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Tarali carefully looks herself over.

You say, "Through this, those gifted with the physical strength and skill and agility enable them to perform so well that they achieve reknown- and because of this, in their active pursuit, their fame increases."

Aydan raises his hand.

You say, "However, these men-at-arms only seek out and attend tourneys, jousts, feasts and such."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Aydan.

You take a tiny sip of your creamy sugared coffee, warming your lips and making sure it isn't too hot to drink.

Aydan says, "I'd like to point out, that while Sir Mires speaks of skill at arms and martial prowess, that is how the book mentioned it. And its author wrote during a time that the Empire wasn't exactly open to the ideas of utilizing the arcane arts."

You agree, "We generally relied on the tried and true tactics our ancestors of ancestors had appropriated from those of the Vaalor, actually."

You note, "Ranks of archers, infantry, cavalry. Conventional warfare, for a more conventional era."

Aydan says, "In more modern and enlightened times, of course, that isn't the case. So for the sake of this discussion, I will point out that those who rely upon the arcane arts while following similar pursuits can and will be held to the same standards as those of us who prefer hitting things with sharp or blunt objects."

Entil hoarsely says, "Excuse me."

Entil stands up.

Lord Entil just went south.

You chuckle to yourself.

Divone nods slowly.

Tarali idly scratches herself on the neck.

You agree, "So yes, when I say deeds of arms, that of course is now a more general term for combat in a general sense."

Aydan says, "It's a known and established fact that many who have their spurs are also practitioners of the arcane arts. So don't feel limited if you aren't quite a warrior like some others might be."

Cruxophim flails his arms about.

Aydan nods to you.

You nod approvingly.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at yourself.

You reasonably mention, "So again, all those who perform deeds of arms well have merit- but in only performing thusly, these men-at-arms neglect all other deeds of arms, because of the acclaim they have already won and still expect to win from this pursuit."

Maretta glances south.

You add, "This of course becomes a lifestyle and lifetime of simply jousts and tourneys."

Seomanthe furrows her brow.

You offer, "So, I posit to the class- in your opinion, how do you feel about these types of men-at-arms? Do you know of any examples of them? How do you feel about tournaments, jousts and fetes and hastlitudes?"

Divone says, "They have trained no less."

You add, "You also needn't answer outloud if you wish, or at all. These are questions to consider and self-examination, if anything."

You nod in agreement at Divone.

Speaking softly to himself, Cruxophim murmurs, "I like all them thi-"

Divone says, "And provide entertainment. Who is to say they have less worth."

Cruxophim blushes a deep red shade at you.

You shake your head at Cruxophim and cluck your tongue.

You nod in agreement at Divone.

Cruxophim purses his lips, the dark spike within them appearing a bit more prominent.

Maretta touches one finger to her lips.

Seomanthe says, "My mother's mad for watchin the tourneys, I never quite got the fire for em that she has."

Divone smiles at Seomanthe.

Aydan takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Cruxophim twitches a bit and contorts his face in a lunatic grin.

You nod understandingly.

Aydan says, "I'm a horrible knight. I avoid them."

Tarali uncomfortably says, "While I uh.. understand they train jus' like tha' rest ah us... performin' for people-- yer skills fer no other reason then ta show off seems uh..."

You nod slowly at Tarali.

Tarali continues, "Dumb."

Fela says, "They have the same worth that any dedicated athlete has. An admirable commitment to a sport. But it has the same chivalric value as bird-watching, until it's put to use in service."

Fela shrugs.

Speaking deeply to Tarali, Clunk says, "Waste."

Cruxophim looks lost in thought.

You nod in agreement at Fela.

Speaking to Clunk, Tarali says, "Aye, waste."

You pleasedly agree, "Correct. The lesson of he who does more is of greater worth."

Fela adopts an agreeable expression.

You mention, "I've found myself in awe at times, watching tourneys and hastlitudes."

Aydan says, "If nothing else, tournaments do have value in that they give the populace their heroes. It makes them real to those who see it."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Aydan.

Aydan says, "There's value in being seen by those you claim to serve."

Aydan takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Kilthal takes a drink from his lavender tea.

You agree, "Exactly. It does, at the least, endear these men-at-arms to the hearts of the people they protect."

Tarali says, "But if thas all yer doin' seems like yer not doin' much ah anythin'."

You nod in agreement at Tarali.

Speaking to Tarali, Aydan says, "And you're right."

Cruxophim enthusiastically nods his agreement, causing his hair to flutter around his face in a raven-black halo.

Cruxophim finger-combs his long hair.

You admit, "As an aside, at the last Ord an Dragan tournament, Sir Metadi and I held what I thought was to be an exhibition match. Unarmed, open-hand combat."

You slowly confess, ".. Sir Metadi decided I had teased him about his kilt a bit too far, and choked me out."

Divone thoughtfully says, "I would hope that all would enjoy a time where that was all their skill was needed for."

You shake your head, clucking your tongue.

Seomanthe starts chortling.

Mynon appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Tarali glances at Kilthal.

Clunk grunts, amused.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "I seem to recall hearing that someone engaged Drangell in a bout of pankration, too."

Fela nods at Divone.

Speaking to you, Tarali says, "Ya tease people a lot bout their clothin' choices."

Cruxophim looks slightly alarmed as he begins to gag for no reason. During a short coughing fit, a narrow veniom-coiled spring is exposed under Cruxophim's tongue.

Tarali adds, "Jus' sayin'."

You wink at Tarali.

Speaking to Divone, Fela says, "A peace lasting enough that champions compete just to stay sharp would be lovely."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Aydan.

Divone agrees with Fela.

Clunk nods.

Fela says, "Impossible, but lovely."

Tarali mutters, "Which ya shouldn't 'cause yer wearing that elf curtain."

Divone chuckles.

You agree, "There are, as Miss Fela just pointed out, positives to tourneying and jousts."

Divone agrees with Fela.

Divone chuckles.

Divone leans back.

Divone folds her hands.

You remark, "In peacetime, the competition keeps our swordarms sharp and our aim at the quintain accurate."

Divone smirks.

Divone winks at Cruxophim.

Clunk raises his hand.

You confess, "But, peace is fleeting, and truly the only chance one can best prepare for war- though none can ever be truly prepared."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

Clunk deeply says, "Forgin be good for strong armtoo."

Clunk flexes his powerful muscles.

Cruxophim begins chuckling at Divone!

You nod encouragingly at Clunk.

Cruxophim nods grimly to you.

Divone glances down.

Clunk deeply says, "Heat goof for tuffenin skin, too."

Divone appears to be poking herself.

Divone shrugs.

Clunk mutters good.

Speaking offhandedly to Clunk, Cruxophim mentions, "I got armtoos."

Cruxophim pulls aside his vambraces and shows Clunk some tattooed silvery tendrils running the length of the flesh.

Speaking deeply to Cruxophim, Clunk says, "Goof."

Aydan says, "In that same vein, scholarly pursuit is no less useful. But that's likely a discussion for another time."

You agree, "And pulling the bellows, swinging the hammer, such and such. Even the concentration of the grinder and the endurance it takes."

Cruxophim agrees with Clunk.

You nod in agreement at Aydan.

Clunk nods to you.

Maretta gently brushes her dark brown hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it behind one ear.

Aydan says, "If nothing else, taking the time to learn more about a subject is rarely wasted time."

Aydan takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Cruxophim nods absently at Aydan.

You nod firmly at Aydan.

Deeds of Arms in Local Wars

You reason, "Speaking of fleeting peacetime, for our next class of men-at-arms, we have those then that are locked into their own locality- but involved in war."

You explain, "Understandably, many aim to make their reputations from this calling in a number of different ways. These men-at-arms however seek out and participate in wars in their own locality, without going into distant lands."

You continue, "This could be to wage war on their own behalf in order to defend their honor or inheritance or home, or those who seek to aid in the defense of their kinsmen, or on behalf of their lord."

You offhandedly mention, "To wit, the faith and loyalty which these men-at-arms owe their lord cannot be better demonstrated than by being true to their oaths and fighting for that lord and his house in times of crisis."

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at you.

You simply state, "These men are also indeed worthy of praise for their great exploits and undertakings. Incredibly so."

Cruxophim glances at you and raises his hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Cruxophim.

Speaking uncertainly to you, Cruxophim ventures, "...What if you don't have a Lord... er, per se?"

Tarali agrees with Cruxophim.

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Cruxophim furrows his brow, his face tensed in some inner conflict.

You agree, "That term, actually, can be a bit malleable."

Tarali says, "Aye, ah don' 'ave a Lord... well, I don' serve no one."

Clunk whispers, "Must be a jilted queen?"

Speaking quietly to himself, Cruxophim agrees, "I like malleable!"

Maretta blinks in surprise as though just becoming aware of Cruxophim's presence.

Cruxophim gives a sidelong glance at Maretta.

Tarali casually glances at Cruxophim.

You reason, "Just as 'deeds of arms' doesn't need to pertain to arming sword and heater, 'lord' could refer to say, one's homeland, or an institution, or organization. Church or government."

You quietly whisper to Clunk, "Ha, that as well."

Cruxophim nods slowly to you.

Mynon says, "All have neighbors, of some degree, and those with whom common protection is a value."

Aydan says, "An example that I would cite is our brethren to the north, The Silver Gryphons."

A look of introspection flits across Cruxophim's face.

You nod approvingly at Mynon.

You nod in agreement at Aydan.

Cruxophim agrees with Mynon.

Tarali idly scratches herself on the neck.

Aydan says, "I won't go into anything regarding recent developments with them. But in the past, their oath was made to the town of Wehnimer's Landing. They had ties to the Empire of course, and some individuals were sworn to Imperial nobility."

Aydan says, "But the group itself was not bound to a particular man. Simply an oath to their home."

You nod knowingly.

Tarali says, "Oh."

Clunk nods.

Maretta raises an eyebrow.

You agree, "They, just as several smaller groups and militias in the region, swear fealty only to their home."

Cruxophim rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Seomanthe smiles.

You add, "Complications of such aside, but again, rather than the word 'lord,' 'country' works just as well."

You remark, "Sir Pyrrhon does vehemently state that they are worthy of praise, which is most especially true because these men-at-arms put their person, land and or resources at deadly, grave risk- far more than one would at tourney."

You continue, "Regardless whether they have the means to leave their own region, should the Liabo in their grace grant them the strength of will to fight such fine battles and distinguish themselves, they have earned honor and intrinsic value."

You kindly reason, "It can only be true that they would have done as well elsewhere- however, their feats and deeds remain contained to their region or province."

Atherion just arrived.

You clearly venture, "So, despite the fact that Sir Aydan just described the most notable example of this in our little corner of the North, what other examples come to mind of men-at-arms such as this? Why do you feel they fit this example? And, how do you think these examples would fare outside of their own region?"

You nod politely at Atherion.

Atherion clears his throat.

Atherion nods in greeting.

Tarali scratches her ear.

Divone ventures, "I can use myself."

Cruxophim ponders.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Divone.

Divone says, "I fought here in Solhaven, guarding it as my home but I am sworn to Estoria with my ship."

Divone uncomfortably says, "I'm not sure what else to say about that."

Seomanthe grins at Divone.

You nod understandingly at Divone.

Atherion walks over to the chair and settles down.

Divone says, "Just a tiered loyalty."

Mynon smiles at Divone.

Atherion interrupts, "Is this a private party?"

Speaking kindly to Divone, you reason, "Well, when you have been able to participate in other fields, you've done well."

You look at Atherion and shake your head.

Divone blushes a glowing shade of red.

Atherion nods.

Atherion takes a tiny sip of his strong black coffee, warming his lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.

Speaking kindly to Atherion, you explain, "The Order of the Azure Sun's discourse on chivalry."

Maretta glances at Atherion.

(Divone sits up straighter and coughs.)

Cruxophim grins at Divone.

Speaking to Divone, Aydan says, "That's actually not an uncommon occurance. Homage itself can be paid to more than a single person or location. There are problems that can come of it, of course. That too would be another good topic for a future discussion."

Atherion rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Cruxophim nods respectfully at Atherion.

Speaking to Atherion, you add, "You're quite welcome to sit in, listen and participate if you wish. Open to all and such."

Speaking to you, Atherion says, "Never heard of it. Probably take mental notes."

Clunk mutters evendwarfs.

You nod in agreement at Atherion.

Clunk glances at Atherion.

You chuckle at Clunk.

You mention, "There were times in the past where I've been afield, and had to leave a campaign to come back and pitch in with the defense, here."

Cruxophim begins chuckling at Clunk!

Speaking to Divone, Seomanthe agrees, "Prolly most of the folks that live in Landing defend it as home, even though they ent from there originally."

Divone agrees with Seomanthe.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Seomanthe.

You offer, "An example I can bring is, in fact, the Landing Defense Irregulars, actually."

Tarali says, "I would defend 'ere. Ets become my hom."

Tarali wrinkles her nose.

Seomanthe grins at you.

You state, "They do quite marvelously defending their home, which is of course, the Landing."

Speaking to you, Seomanthe admits, "I ent wanted to sound smarmy."

Speaking to you, Mynon says, "The Hall allowed many of us from different regions of the Empire to return home do just that, last year, with their portals."

Seomanthe laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

You wink at Seomanthe.

You nod in agreement at Mynon.

You reason, "I thought it was one of the more altruistic moves on their part, myself."

Atherion takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Divone agrees with you.

Clunk deeply says, "All true."

Clunk furrows his brow.

Cruxophim idly scratches himself on the neck.

You slowly add, "So many of us afield, with no way to make it to our home provinces- just as well, so many of us locked in the North, unable to lend aid to our cousins elsewhere."

Divone says, "Idolone wouldn't be standing I have no doubt without giving others access through the portals to help."

Divone says, "We were cut off."

You nod glumly at Divone.

Seomanthe nods slowly.

For no apparent reason, Cruxophim winces.

Chivalry: A Perfect Ideal

You reason, "This is where the saying bears repeating- he who does more is most worthy, as it brings us to a rather important aside."

You mention, "According to Sir Pyrrhon, the honor won by the noble practice of arms in war surpasses all others save service to the Godking and Liabo."

You confess, "While deeds of arms are certainly one of the most important aspects of chivalry and a central, integral part of such a noble and just calling, there is much more."

You carefully explain, "Chivalry is a perfect ideal, an impossible standard to achieve and maintain. It is in the fullhearted effort and attempt of men-at-arms to live up to its tenets in all aspects of their lives that honor is truly won."

Cruxophim nods slowly.

Aydan murmurs, "Unless your name happens to be Brinn or Yarx. Then it doesn't apply to you."

You try hard not to grin.

You simply agree, "They are, indeed, the best of us. Sir Yarx without equal."

For no apparent reason, Cruxophim looks rather uncomfortable.

Tarali frowns.

Divone glances down.

Kilthal nods.

You add, "Yet this is what our squires will be measured on- not simply success, but heart."

You continue, "And remember, as this is coming from a veteran of many different and all difficult campaigns- failure and defeat is just as important, if not moreso, than victory. If you are able to consider it objectively, dissect it, and especially with the help of wise elders and comrades understand it, you will be better for it."

Cruxophim shivers his wings.

Aydan says, "Nothing done for the right reasons is ever wasted effort."

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at Aydan.

You raise your creamy sugared coffee in a toast!

Clunk grunts in agreement.

Atherion swirls his strong black coffee gently in his hand, and a wisp of fragrant steam rises from the warm liquid.

You reason, "That objectivity will, in fact, teach you more than a victory would- you will be certainly prepared to try different paths and strategies, and drive ever onwards to higher honors and glories."

Atherion takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Seomanthe says, "It ent usually possible to figure out why you won, but you can likely figure out the reason you lost."

Cruxophim rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Seomanthe flaps a mittened hand.

Cruxophim snickers at Seomanthe.

You clearly inform, "Mistakes and missteps are to be learned from, and for squires, that period is their time to work through it all."

You agree with Seomanthe.

Tarali shifts her weight.

Cruxophim glumly interjects, "Mistakes kin be costly, though."

Seomanthe adopts an agreeable expression.

Aydan leans against a cushioned iron chair.

You nod knowingly.

Aydan says, "Apparently I caused more than a few headaches for the Gryphons when I was a squire. But I'm not about to talk about all of those right now."

Aydan appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You wryly reason, "That is why, to be honest, the moment one no longer continues to learn and grow as a chivalric man-at-arms is the day one has failed at such an endeavor. To this day, Sir Aydan and I still consider ourselves students of our art."

Clunk grins.

You teasingly note, "And that as well."

Aydan says, "Just know that there's a lot we'll tolerate, if it means you've grown as a result afterward."

You offhandedly mention, "I faced few if any repurcussions for breaking a prominent snake cultist's nose."

You clear your throat.

Cruxophim gazes in amusement at you.

Seomanthe chortles softly at some secret joke.

You slowly confess, "..not entirely a loss of composure I am proud of, however."

Mynon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aydan grunts.

You add, "And, they certainly knew I regretted the rash action afterwards."

Divone offers, "Probably didn't feel completely bad though.."

Divone glances at you.

Clunk raises his hand.

You try hard not to grin.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

Clunk deeply asks, "How ye break nose without knockin off head?"

Aydan says, "Skill."

Divone chuckles.

Aydan takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Speaking softly to you, Kilthal says, "And now they nose better than to cross ye like that."

Divone stares at Kilthal.

You squint at Kilthal.

Speaking to Kilthal, you concede, ".. you win this round."

Cruxophim groans at Kilthal.

You ponder the meaning of Clunk's existence.

Kilthal grins slowly.

Cruxophim breaks out in a silly grin.

Speaking to Clunk, you explain, "Straight, and pulled, really."

Aydan mutters, "Never cross the man who slew the Baelog within the darkened depths of Solhaven."

Clunk peers quizzically at Aydan.

You add, "If one aims up, they run the risk of sending cartilage into the brain. If one aims down, it's more like hitting a dog with a rolled scroll."

Cruxophim gazes with interest at Aydan.

Speaking softly to Aydan, Cruxophim murmurs, "Do tell?"

You gaze up into the heavens.

Aydan looks over at Cruxophim and shakes his head.

Cruxophim nods in agreement to you.

You wryly mention, "That's a tale for another day."

Clunk nods to you.

You add, "But, it is the one time Sir Eahlstan begrudgingly complimented me."

You grin abashedly.

Speaking deeply to you, Clunk says, "Spalins why a dwarf wuld hafta ask, too."

Cruxophim grins at you.

Speaking to Clunk, you agree, "Sideways bends it, straight flattens it. Makes it more of a snout if it stays permanent."

Clunk nods.

Tarali says, "Kin always set it."

You nod sagely at Tarali.

Tarali says, "Course, it is never right again.."

Clunk nods.

You murmur, "And never a pleasant experience."

Clunk rubs his eyes.

Clunk crosses his eyes.

Maretta says, "I think I much rather prefer the cartiledge in brain option."

Kilthal softly says, "Helps to know a skilled empath."

You abruptly wonder, "So, before we move onto our next class of men-at-arms, who can name perhaps one of the core tenets of chivalry, and offer to the class why it is an important virtue?"

You clap your hands.

Clunk wrinkles his nose.

Cruxophim quickly averts his eyes upwards to the left and then the right, clearly avoiding looking at Kilthal as he strikes up a hum.

Fela apologetically says, "Unfortunately I need to be off for a time.."

A mixture of confusion and curiosity crosses Cruxophim's mien as he studies you.

Cruxophim rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Fela says, "Thank you for letting me sit in, though."

Cruxophim stands up.

Cruxophim turns to Fela and bows low, spreading his wings for all to see.

Fela nods briskly!

Fela stands up.

Cruxophim walks over to the chair and settles down.

Clunk rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Fela smiles at Cruxophim.

You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Fela.

Clunk rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Divone smiles at Fela.

Cruxophim smiles at Fela.

Fela says, "Be well, all of you."

Fela waves.

Fela just went south.

Kilthal nods.

You take a tiny sip of your creamy sugared coffee, warming your lips and making sure it isn't too hot to drink.

Tarali says, "I kin understand if'in ya were defendin' yerself."

Tarali nods at Maretta.

Tarali says, "But..."

Tarali surreptitiously glances at you.

You wiggle your eyebrows.

Tarali says, "If'in not..."

You tease, "Gauntlets with knuckle-dusters."

Tarali winces.

Speaking to Maretta, Tarali says, "Doesn' seem right."

You rock back on your heels.

Divone raises her hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Divone.

Tarali says, "Nae that I haven'... done et myself."

Divone says, "Honesty."

Tarali clears her throat.

Cruxophim punches the air around him with his articulated gauntlets, striking a heroic pose.

Divone says, "To those around you and also to yourself."

You nod understandingly at Divone.

Cruxophim raises his articulated gauntlets heavenward in triumph.

Tarali raises her hand.

Clunk fidgets.

Speaking to Divone, you ask, "Though I can wager, why do you feel the honesty to one's self is most important?"

Divone says, "Promises shouldn't come lightly and they should be upheld."

Divone says, "Meaning what you say keeps you on track, so to speak."

Divone smiles.

Atherion nods in agreement.

You nod understandingly at Divone.

Divone says, "Always offering and never doing..."

Mynon raises his hand.

Divone shakes her head, clucking her tongue.

You agree, "Broken promises and that, yes."

You add, "Our word is our bond, and our word defines us and how we are perceived."

(Tarali raises her hand again waving it.)

Divone says, "Your words should mean as much as your sword."

Divone adopts an agreeable expression.

You note, "And if that word is false, then .. what honor have we."

You nod in agreement at Divone.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Tarali.

Speaking sheepishly to Divone, you say, "She's getting quite anxious."

Divone smiles.

Seomanthe says, "Bein honest with yourself is the first step in bein honest with anyone. You canna make a promise to someone an keep to it otherwise."

Speaking amusedly to Mynon, you add, "And you're after, of course."

Tarali says, "Fealty, to honor yer werd to that which ye have sworn ta defend."

Divone smiles at Seomanthe.

Speaking to Seomanthe, Divone says, "Well said."

You nod approvingly at Seomanthe.

You nod knowingly at Tarali.

Tarali says, "Yer lord... er... whatever yer defendin'."

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at you.

Cruxophim rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Tarali's cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening her freckles even more.

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at Seomanthe.

You agree, "Lord, town, country, order, manor, Kilthal's cloak, etcetera."

Tarali bursts out in a sudden snort of laughter.

Seomanthe chortles softly at some secret joke.

Cruxophim grins crookedly.

Divone smiles at Mynon.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Mynon.

Mynon says, "Compassion, for those in need, and for those who cannot protect themselves."

Cruxophim shows Seomanthe his articulated gauntlets.

Atherion blows on his strong black coffee.

Divone agrees with Mynon.

You nod sagely at Mynon.

Atherion takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

After unconsciously trying to cover the tip of her ear, Tarali throws her shoulders back and slightly juts out her chin in a proud pose.

Speaking teasingly to Mynon, you wonder, "Yet we are knights and we are noble and strong, why should we care for the weak?"

Tarali runs a hand through her cropped copper red hair, trying to make herself presentable.

Kilthal glances at you.

Kilthal shakes his head.

Atherion laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Speaking to Kilthal, Maretta comments, "They truly do enjoy taking potshots at you."

Atherion asks, "That's rhetorical right?"

Tarali blurts, "Cause ets right!"

You nod in agreement at Atherion.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Tarali.

Mynon says, "A bandit may be strong. Compassion demonstrates nobility without seeking reward."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Mynon.

You brightly agree, "Exactly."

Divone grins at Mynon.

>>You remind, "What good is a sword, forged strong and tempered with terrible might, should the hand that wields it know no mercy."

Tarali nods in agreement.

Clunk ponders.

Clunk raises his hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

Speaking deeply to you, Clunk asks, "Bashin?"

Tarali raises her hand.

Speaking to Clunk, you note, "Even though your swords haven't hands attached to them yet-"

You chuckle to yourself.

Cruxophim rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You nod in agreement at Clunk.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Tarali.

Speaking softly to himself, Cruxophim notes, "Interestin'."

Kilthal takes a drink from his lavender tea.

Tarali asks, "Not tha' I'm very skilled at et... but uh-- manners 'n such?"

Cruxophim shows Seomanthe his articulated gauntlets.

Tarali surreptitiously glances at you.

Tarali asks, "Conduct and the like?"

Tarali fidgets.

Aydan leans back.

You agree, "Largesse, Franchise. Nobility, Courtesy."

You nod approvingly at Tarali.

Speaking to Tarali, you venture, "Why do you feel this is important?"

Clunk rubs his crystal amulet.

Clunk gets an odd look on his face.

Speaking to you, Tarali asks, "Well... if'in you act like an ungrateful cur... how kin people have faith in ya?"

Tarali clears her throat.

Tarali hesitantly asks, "Tha' right?"

You nod in agreement at Tarali.

Tarali nods slowly.

You reason, "Should we conduct ourselves in such a discourteous and ugly fashion, then we define ourselves in such a way."

Cruxophim looks downright miserable.

Cruxophim glances at you and raises his hand.

You add, "Even for a moment- a lapse of resolve, words in anger, anything. These can follow a man's steps, like Cruxophim raising his hand."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Cruxophim.

Speaking glumly to you, Cruxophim ventures, "Wot if we're just... ugly?"

Cruxophim blushes a bright deep red to the tops of his ears.

Divone says, "Redemption can be had though."

Clunk deeply asks, "Mask?"

You nod approvingly at Divone.

Cruxophim indicates a sleeveless atramental ebon greatcoat as a possible option.

Cruxophim pushes back the hood of his atramental ebon greatcoat, revealing his features.

You ponder the meaning of Cruxophim's existence.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Divone asks, "Inside or out?"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Tarali says, "I dun think tha' matters... theres lots ah ugly Knights."

Clunk clasps his hand over his mouth.

Divone says, "There's a difference."

Speaking uncertainly to Divone, Cruxophim asks, "...both?"

You hold up your hand and tilt it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Divone begins chuckling at Tarali!

Cruxophim grins at Tarali.

Cruxophim bursts out in a sudden snort of laughter.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Divone says, "Redemption."

You slowly reason, "..we had a comrade, once."

Cruxophim clasps his hand over his mouth.

You add, "Blue, furry. Ugly as sin, something only a mother could love."

Speaking quietly to Divone, Cruxophim replies, "Redemption's easier for some'n others."

Cruxophim cocks his head at you.

Seomanthe starts chuckling at you!

Divone agrees with Cruxophim.

Cruxophim glances skeptically at Divone.

Aydan mutters, "Oh, him."

Speaking softly to Cruxophim, Divone says, "Yes."

Aydan frowns.

You simply state, "Yet, he spoke with a learned reason and rationality that surprised all who beheld him."

Cruxophim nods slowly to you.

Divone smiles.

Cruxophim's eyes shift to glow an intense shade of grey for a moment.

Clunk nods to you.

You add, "Shortly into any conversation with him, the fact that half of him was krolvin and the other half a man made no difference."

Mynon squints.

Seomanthe cocks her head at Aydan.

Divone smiles at Mynon.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Tarali says, "See? Ya kin be as ugly as Marlu an still be polite."

Speaking hopefully to you, Cruxophim responds, "Hopefully he could decide which half were important."

Tarali adopts an agreeable expression.

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Cruxophim appears consumed with inner conflict.

Atherion swirls his strong black coffee gently in his hand, and a wisp of fragrant steam rises from the warm liquid.

You kindly offer, "I believe he chose not to choose either half, and was simply Meureii."

Speaking softly to you, Cruxophim marvels, "I remember him, I think."

Divone smiles.

Divone nods slowly.

You nod understandingly.

Cruxophim furrows his brow, his face tensed in some inner conflict.

Seomanthe nods at Cruxophim.

You let out a long, contemplative breath.

Cruxophim folds his hands in his lap.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Seomanthe says, "He came to landing betimes."

Cruxophim turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

Aydan nods.

You wryly admit, "We're on a bit of a tangent here, and I seem to have lost my place a bit."

Divone snorts!

Speaking to Aydan, you ask, "Deeds of arms in local wars, was it?"

Divone exclaims, "Imagine!"

Divone coughs.

Divone clasps her hand over her mouth.

Divone coughs.

Clunk rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Cruxophim nods.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "Something like that."

You chuckle to yourself.

You agree, "Then, we'll do one more section before we call it an evening. This lesson will have to be split into two parts, I fear."

You clap your hands.

You clearly venture, "Are we set, then?"

You glance sternly around the area.

Seomanthe nods in agreement.

Mynon nods once.

Maretta nods once.

Tarali nods.

Cruxophim nods understandingly to you.

You nod encouragingly.

Divone nods.

Cruxophim cocks his head at Divone.

Cruxophim nods appreciatively at Divone.

Clunk deeply says, "Two part."

Clunk nods.

Men-at-arms Who Undertake Distant Journeys and Pilgrimages

You continue, "So, we have spoken already of men who perform great deeds in tourneys and fetes, and those who practice arms within their home countries."

You nod in agreement at Clunk.

You add, "However, Sir Pyrrhon states that it is indeed possible to perform, in one day, all the three military arts."

You note, "These would be jousting, tourneying and waging war. Of course, in these more modern times, one must rationally apply this to arcane studies as well."

You continue, "War however requires the express practice of what is required of jousts and tourneys- and therefore, according to Sir Pyrrhon, one should value and honor men-at-arms engaged in war more highly than others."

You clearly mention, "Just as well, those men-at-arms who show their worth in their own locality without leaving it deserve both praise and love, as the good battles they have fought and proven themselves in lie within the highest pursuit of arms."

You state, "So we will look at yet different classes of men-at-arms who pursue their honorable reputation by undertaking a great enterprise- distant journeys and pilgrimages, to far away and foreign countries."

You wryly comment, "A certain Magister of the Hall of Mages would have you believe that knowledge is the greatest treasure one could attain. This, in fact, is quite true."

You counter, "Though I would say, one of the greatest, rather than the utmost, as it were."

You reason, "Knowlege, as well as experience, tempers and strengthens those skills and prowess of men-at-arms- and through this, one is able to achieve greater and greater honors."

You explain, "So these men-at-arms who travel, they have laid eyes upon what few if any in their locality have, seen strange marvels and extraordinary things- and to those men of worth, those who have seen such things can and should give a better and truer account of them, as opposed to those who have not, will not, or dare not travel."

Cruxophim bites his lips so hard that several drops of blood trickle down his chin.

You say, "Sir Pyrrhon states, and I fullheartedly agree, that we should be glad to listen to, behold, and honor those who have been on distant journeys to foreign parts. Travel, especially in tumultous times as these, is fraught with dangers."

Clunk raises his hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

Clunk deeply asks, "Ye mean like them who has met Arkati, and knows they is real?"

You offhandedly add, "And of course, these men who do thus are indeed worthy of praise, due to the great expense and peril endured."

You nod encouragingly at Clunk.

Clunk pushes at his dark leather cap, ensuring that it rests on his properly.

Clunk pulls at his dark leather cap, inadvertently revealing his bald spot for a moment.

Clunk pushes at his dark leather cap, ensuring that it rests on his properly.

Clunk nods.

Divone says, "Matters the Arkati maybe."

Divone shifts her weight.

You slowly reason, "However, there is a downside of this- those men-at-arms who make such a habit this, travelling and pilgrimages, do not remain in one place very long. While they may from time to time encounter some fine adventure, they in effect neglect other deeds."

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at you.

You nod in agreement at Divone.

You add, "In times of peace, it is possible to make pilgrimages or travel as a merchant- however, equipped for war or as a man-at-arms, opportunities to practice the military art are often not encountered."

Cruxophim mutters something about Landing..

You say, "This is where, in fact, patience is a boon, as well as staying abreast of news outside one's locality. If deeds of arms are what you seek, then you must seek out opportunities to perform them. A tourney in some other province, or your lord requires sturdy blades to handle a local quarrel or problem, or any number of things that would you miss while on the pilgrim road."

Clunk mutters choklits.

You slowly confess, "So again, he who does more is of most worth."

You venture, "While I know many of you have made far and distant journeys in your time, I ask that you share that experience- what did you see that was marvelous and foreign, what did you learn of distant lands? And, had you not undertaken such a journey, what could you have taken part in elsewhere, or in your home's service?"

Aydan leans against a cushioned iron chair.

Seomanthe smiles.

Cruxophim grins crookedly.

You wryly add, "Clunk travelled from Zul Logoth to see Sir Bristenn prattle on for two hours about a dry, dusty tome."

Divone chuckles.

Atherion laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Clunk taps a dwarven infantry backpack that he is wearing.

Clunk taps a tanned leather-laced backpack, which is in his right hand.

Cruxophim starts chuckling at you!

Cruxophim laughs with delight, his eyes full of merriment.

Kilthal chortles softly at some secret joke.

Mynon raises his hand.

You offhandedly mention, "And of course deliver arms as well, but that's something entirely different."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Mynon.

Maretta smirks.

Cruxophim clutches his black madstone chaplet tightly.

Clunk nods.

Tarali clasps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth.

You take a drink from your creamy sugared coffee.

Clunk shrugs.

Mynon says, "I can claim no great marvels, such as an Arkati, yet I have seen fell creatures, and not so long ago, intravelling from estoria."

Divone nods at Mynon.

Cruxophim nods in agreement at Mynon.

Clunk nods.

You nod understandingly.

Cruxophim stands up.

Aydan says, "My original reason for coming to Solhaven years ago was as a form of field experience from the Lumnean temple in Phannus. For being a priest."

Tarali glances down.

Divone says, "For a long time, landing in Solhaven was my distant and wonderous place."

Cruxophim shifts his weight, restlessly leaning back and forth.

Aydan neutrally says, "Things went differently."

Atherion clears his throat.

Seomanthe grins at Aydan.

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at Aydan.

You try hard not to grin.

You nod understandingly.

Tarali says, "I been a mercenary most of m'life, I been all over."

Speaking wryly to Mynon, Maretta asks, "Why did we come here again?"

Cruxophim nods in agreement at Tarali.

Cruxophim glances at you and raises his hand.

Speaking to Tarali, you tease, "Deeds undertaken for rewards is next class."

Clunk raises his hand.

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Cruxophim.

Tarali blushes a soft pale rose shade at you.

Atherion takes a drink from his strong black coffee.

Tarali mumbles, "I had to eat somehow."

You nod in agreement at Tarali.

Speaking sheepishly to you, Cruxophim says, "Apologies Sir Bristenn, Sir Aydan... I'll have to take my leave shortly, but thank you..."

Tarali picks idly at a pair of worn leather ghillies.

Speaking to Maretta, Mynon says, "To support our Earl's endeavors, which we still do, though in a different way than intended."

You nod politely at Cruxophim.

Speaking thoughtfully to you, Cruxophim continues, "For the informative and valuable lessons."

Pulling up the edges of his atramental ebon greatcoat, Cruxophim executes a stately bow.

You raise your creamy sugared coffee in a toast!

Cruxophim turns towards you and renders you a sharp hand salute.

Aydan nods at Cruxophim.

A look of introspection flits across Cruxophim's face.

Atherion quietly says, "Thank you for letting me sit in, learned something new."

Atherion stands up.

Your fingers briefly touch your brow as you render a casual salute to Cruxophim.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Aydan says, "Thank you for coming out here tonight."

Atherion reaches up and slides his mechanical goggles down off his forehead and over his aster blue eyes, pausing to dust off the circular lenses.

Atherion just went south.

>nod polite atherion (he's quick!)

You nod politely.

Cruxophim politely adds, "A pleasant evening to you all, and may whatever lessons you take away be valuable in the coming days."

Kilthal takes a drink from his lavender tea.

Mynon smiles.

Mynon nods at Cruxophim.

Clunk nods at Cruxophim.

Seomanthe waves to Cruxophim.

Cruxophim waves to Seomanthe.

Cruxophim hums a seemingly random tune.

Clunk grunts in farewell.

Cruxophim grins at Clunk.

Cruxophim bows low, spreading his wings for all to see.

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Shadowy tendrils rise from the ground and wrap around Cruxophim's legs as they quickly engulf his entire body. The shadows quickly retreat back into the surroundings, leaving no trace of Cruxophim.

Tarali stands up.

You offhandedly reason, "Solhaven and Vornavis was like that for me as a boy, actually."

Clunk raises his hand.

You confess, "I did grow u- oh, right."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

You nod approvingly at Clunk.

Clunk deeply says, "Came lookin for Da long ago, finded undeads, demons, and horn cabal."

Clunk deeply says, "And Logoth."

You nod understandingly at Clunk.

Tarali wearily says, "I jus' tired of travellin' I wan' ta settle down an' make a place m'own."

Clunk nods at Tarali.

You nod knowingly at Tarali.

Speaking to Tarali, you agree, "There is no shame in finding permanence and settling."

Tarali smiles.

You remark, "As I was saying, I lived on the road for some years. Solhaven was that distant pilgrimage to me- and I came to love this port, for all its flaws and flourishes."

You confess, "No matter how far afield I go, what sights there are to see- there is no sight greater than those blue granite walls of the seat."

You glance appraisingly around the area.

Clunk nods.

Speaking softly to you, Kilthal says, "Until ye catch sight of my cloak when ye walk into North Market."

Kilthal nods to you.

Maretta snickers at Kilthal.

Clunk deeply says, "Rocks."

You gaze up into the heavens.

You offhandedly mumble, "In a strange way, the cloak also reminds one of home."

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Kilthal absently whistles a jaunty tune, elven in character, yet following the bold rhythms of a sea shanty.

Wrap Up and Farewell

You slowly reason, "So, while we wind down, does anyone have any other questions? Comments, or tales?"

Seomanthe says, "When I was young, one of the brothers took me to the Halls of Solace once."

Seomanthe nods to you.

Clunk peers quizzically at Seomanthe.

You gaze with awe at Seomanthe.

Seomanthe starts chortling.

You simply confess, "I envy such a pilgrimage."

Seomanthe says, "Don look at me like that, it was only to wait around outside."

Seomanthe laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Seomanthe says, "He got to go in to deliver sommat! I wheedled him for a week to let me go along n I didn't even get to go inside."

You nod understandingly.

Aydan says, "The aelotoi left, I doubt any of us were thinking you meant anything else."

Aydan chuckles.

Seomanthe grins.

Mynon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Kilthal softly says, "Tonight certainly has put a new spin on the phrase throw the book at them, that is for certain."

Speaking to you, Seomanthe says, "It was really beautiful though, I think it's the jewel of the whole city."

You hold up your hand and tilt it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Mynon raises his hand.

You nod knowingly at Seomanthe.

Speaking to Seomanthe, you mention, "At two separate times, without knowledge of each other's efforts, the Gleeman and I wrote suites of symphonies about the Halls of the Solace and the Witch Winter."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Mynon.

Seomanthe laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Mynon says, "A number of us same Dame Aiska, before she was a dame, healed of the shadow's curse, by the will of the God-king. It bears remembering that the wonders we face are not all dark and threatening."

Seomanthe exclaims, "You'll have to perform them!"

Mynon says, "Saw."

You agree with Seomanthe.

You nod firmly at Mynon.

Seomanthe nods in agreement at Mynon.

You agree, "Throughout the horrors of that war, while those times were few and far between, they're something to never forget."

Aydan says, "Nor do they have to be mythic and mysterious."

A voice cries out from somewhere nearby, "Seamstress Naelyne will be working somewhere in Mist Harbor. She will choose ten to sew for. There may be some restrictions."

You nod in agreement at Aydan.

You amusedly remark, "And, that would be our queue."

Mynon smiles.

Clunk deeply says, "Lots folks git shivers to help em reklect."

Tarali fidgets.

Clunk taps a dwarven infantry backpack that he is wearing.

Seomanthe nods at Clunk.

Tarali quickly exclaims, "Bye!"

Tarali hugs you.

Clunk taps a tanned leather-laced backpack, which is in his right hand.

Tarali just went south.

Seomanthe starts chortling.

You quickly note, "Those of you who wish to head to Naelyne, now's your opportunity. If you wish to squire in the Order, of course, do see Sir Aydan or I a bit later."

Seomanthe grins.

Clunk deeply says, "Brung this for Aiska askin."

Clunk taps a tanned leather-laced backpack, which is in his right hand.

Mynon just went south.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "I didn't want to alter your conclusions."

You cheerfully confess, "Thank you all for coming, and do have a fine rest of this warming Charlatos evening."

You forcefully cross one arm over your chest, and offer a formal bow.

You shake your head at Aydan and cluck your tongue.

Seomanthe smiles at you.

Clunk nods.

Kilthal stands up.

Clunk stands up.

Aydan stands up.

Clunk fidgets.

Maretta stands up.

Speaking to you, Seomanthe says, "Thank you for readin the whole book n givin us the good bits."

Seomanthe flashes a quick grin.

Kilthal dusts off his slate grey trousers.

You gaze up into the heavens.

Seomanthe laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking to Seomanthe, you tease, "There's much, much more."

Clunk deeply says, "He aint done yet."

You point your creamy sugared coffee at Clunk.

Seomanthe laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking to Seomanthe, Aydan says, "To be brutally honest, that book is so dry I'm surprised every copy of it doesn't spontaneously combust."

Speaking to Clunk, you mention, "We'll speak in a bit about those arms, also."

Seomanthe begins chuckling at Aydan!

Speaking deeply to Aydan, Clunk says, "I gots a good throwin book, by the way, ifn ye needs to throw one at som'n."

Speaking to Aydan, Seomanthe says, "Yuah I kinda got that impression..."

You take a drink from your creamy sugared coffee. The coffee's true flavor is weakened by the cream into a smooth, eminently drinkable blend.

Aydan says, "Either that, or in the event of a flood, stack the damned things up instead of sandbags."

Speaking to Aydan, Seomanthe says, "Praps you can re-write it, or write an epic tale that teaches the same things, with a bit of fun thrown in."

You amusedly murmur, "I like this Coffee Conch idea."

Seomanthe grins.

Clunk deeply says, "Next time I bring whisky."

Seomanthe waves.

Seomanthe says, "Keep safe all."

You bow deeply at the waist, honoring Seomanthe.

Kilthal softly says, "Be well everyone."

Seomanthe just went south.

Kilthal gives a quick nod and tips his hat.

You nod politely at Kilthal.

Kilthal just went south.

Clunk fidgets.

You rub your chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to you, Aydan says, "A good outcome, and a good turnout. Not too bad for your first go."

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

You slowly confess, ".. public speaking that isn't shouting and lobbing a scimitar about isn't my forte, yet."

-james, bristenn's player

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You think to yourself, "FFF-"

A giant white bunny hurls a powerful lightning bolt at you!

You evade the bolt by a hair!