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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #150: December 30, 2019, 11:14:49 AM »

Roleplay from Kay Peregrine


As the knights started approaching him one by one to swear their vows Kay sheathed his sword to free his hand, his coal black familiar still resting on his left arm.

Ser Salem was the first to kneel. The King nodded slightly, showing his approval of the wording of his vow. Ser Salem did not choose to be a part of Paladins at this point but his oath was sincere and fitting.
As the old tradition went, knights offered their swords to their liege as they swore their oath. In ancient times kings were supposed to accept the blade and then hand it back to the knight as a symbol of trust and empowerment. But that tradition has been since streamlined. In the recent times it was enough for the king to touch the hilt of the offered sword with his hand. And so Kay did.
"I accept your oath, Ser Salem. May you bear your arms proudly in service of Perdan and highest ideals of knighthood. A knight with a heart of gold is more than a knight. In times of darkness and doubt he is a beacon to his comrades and to the smallfolk alike."

Next was Ser Vesceris. Vesceris of Silverblade, a fitting name for a knight. His words were also quite fitting.
"I accept your oath, Ser Vesceris, and bond to be a king's man. Serve the crown and protect the realm of Perdan and its people with your life as your honour now demands it."

The King then touched Lady Delpine's sword, accepting her oath in turn. He seemed to be especially pleased to see this young lady in his new army's ranks.
"Arise, Paladin Delphine. Bear your sword well in the cause to which you have been called. Indeed daughters of the Lion are as fierce and loyal as their brothers. Perhaps even more so."

Kay also had special words for Ser Raphael as he kneeled before him.
"Loyalty and justice are the knight's principal virtues. I accept your oath, Ser Rapahel, and I will hold you to it. Hope is what carries this realm through the darker times and justice is what we must uphold as the defenders of the people."

Finally Nemean kneeled and offered a verbose oath. But the longer the knight talked the more the King's brow furrowed.
Nevertheless he touched the hilt of the knight's sword without hesitation. His hand lingered on the encrusted metal as he took his turn to speak.
"I accept your oath as the King of Perdan. Not as an Imperial dignitary. Empires will crumble and few will shed a tear. I will too perish but your vows will carry on. For they are given before the crown of this realm and by proxy before the entirety of its people.
Arise, Ser Nemean, knight of the realm, Marshal of the Blackmane Paladins. These are your titles. For that is who you are. For that is what you earned. And that is not nothing if you think about it.
Arise and earn the glory you so covet and through this multiply the glory of our ancient realm."

As the vows were concluded the King snatched a brand new banner from a retainer. The banner bore an image of a roaring lion's head with a lush coal black mane. He handed it to one of the knights standing closest to him.
"Defend this banner and further its glory. Make a name for yourselves and for this regiment. Make me proud."

With these words Kay retired to his tent as the men (supposedly) cheered and brass trumpets sounded an uplifting tune.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #151: December 30, 2019, 11:16:09 AM »

Roleplay from Vesceries Silverblade

Stands in the ranks as the camps begin to break and the armies begin to migrate due to the new Marshall's orders. Holding the new helmet with the black plume, under his arm he awaited a moment to approach Nemean JeVondair. As an opening presented himself he stepped forward.

"Marshal JeVondair,

Leave to speak Ser."

Vesceries waited patiently to await his permission, resuming when given (if given).

"I've just come from Perdan City and my units are in good order, I ask leave to remain here in Brive for a bit longer to assist Earl Myrkwood's small folk in their repairs."

Standing at attention he awaited response from the Marshal.


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my reply:

Turning to face Vesceries he took a moment consider the request. Nemean straightened his back as he delivered his response. ''Lord Derrik will be joining us in Perdan City. You nor your men can accomplish anything further in Brive. All has been done for the current inhabitants. More would have to move in before anything else can be undertaken.'' After giving the explanation he looked the man over and decided on a neutral deliver: ''Your request is denied. Head for the capital.''

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Roleplay from Vesceries Silverblade

*Nods stiffly, saluting the  Marshal Nemean JeVondair*

"Understood, I will move out immediately!" with a bow, Vesceries turned and began to organize his unit for travel.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #152: December 30, 2019, 11:19:26 AM »
And if today wasn't chock full of rp's already, here is another rp story arch. A boys night out if you will.


Dockside Drinks

It had been a while in the making and ever a dot on the horizon to look forwards to. Nemean dismounted in front of The Rose and Two. The Noble Taverna sprawled quite a bit along the dockside of Perdan city's northern bend. Sporting a broad seaside walkway build up from the beach below with fine and soft looking blocks of sandstone. An artisanal balustrade tastefully perched all along and was only interspersed with stone flowering pots and a single broad staircase. Broad steps finely chiseled into the sandstone as to permit entry to a small grainy beach which in turn was hemmed in, by large boulders the size of small hovels on either side. Gentle waves lapping the mosaic that was the beach with its faded oranges, translucent whites, specks of black and everything in between.  From the pots along the balustrade a lavender fragrance permeated the entire front of the taverna as the plants themselves swayed gently in their stone homes.

Handing off his horse to a stable hand Nemean pulled off his gloves and tucked them into his belt. He walked past the terrace that fronted The Rose and Two. Noting the candles set upon the tables and the lush looking pillows and blankets provided at each table. Even before entering through the large oaken and bronze bound double doors that constituted the main entrance, he was greeted by the sounds of music, a lute, harp and was that tabor? He couldn't quite tell. It was pleasant however and only made him want to go in even more. His progression however was slowed. Two small giants came out to greet him with their wet noses. Both of them Bernese Mountain dogs. Their iconic white stripe from snout all the way to the top of their heads unmistakable. Well bred and good mannered. Nemean smiled as he allowed them to lick his hand. Moments later he was truly in though.

Sandstone arches rose up from the walls to support a soaring ceiling that was splendidly frescoed with scenes of fishermen and rose gardens with maidens in them, overlooking the working men. Nemean noted that the fishermen caught more than mere fish and he smirked. The main lounge was wide and broad. Amply allotted with comfortable seats in the form of upholstered benches, and dark wood sofa's along the walls and alcoves. Creating private little grotto's with their lounge tables and potted plants.The center itself was dotted with a wide array of tables and chairs and even several chaise longues. Breaking up the vastness were smooth columns of sandstone and tactfully placed screens with depictions of lush and slightly fantastical wildlands.

Walking through the place Nemean felt as much as smelled the food. He looked forwards to the roast he saw spitted over a roaring stone hearth. Deftly being turned by a short, curly haired brunette. Not one to linger he went towards the massive bar and took a seat. Gestured to one of the barmen and ordered himself a fine glass of wine. Not specifying the type, rather just putting a gold coin on the bar before turning around and leaning back. Taking in the scene and waiting for the others.


-=-=-

Followed by a reminder and quasi reminder. All participating nobles has been invited prior but I felt a little nudge wouldn't hurt.


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A rather simple, thrice folded letter arrived. Sealed with a crimson seal of wax. Once broken and the contents read it simply said:

The Rose and Two, for the four of us.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #153: December 30, 2019, 11:19:53 AM »

Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin


Dockside Drinks

Kenneth was more than a little frustrated.  He still needed to prove himself further before he could even consider taking up a new life as a Diplomat, and keeping a wary eye on the border while the main army marched to oust the northerners from the Mines of Isadril rankled.  More importantly, that meant he was separated again from Dustiria, and most annoyingly she had been so caught up in the whirlwind refit that she had been unable to join him for even a moment.

A cooler head might have taken more solace in the words of both Marshals about his utility, but a cooler head was not normally a trait associated with frustrated young men who were recently boys, so alas Kenneth fumed more than was good for him.

His annoyance peaked at an unmarked message on his desk, and he tore it open with more force than strictly necessary, scattering the remnants of the seal.  It appeared to be from his temporary Marshal, and seemed a terse "invitation" of sorts.  He had vaguely heard of the establishment, and had to consult with one of the messenger runners before he could place it.  Duty first, then, as this was unlikely to be a military affair.

He gave orders for the usual scouting of Bescanon, scowled as it showed them holding position still.  He reviewed the usual daily report on the city, frowned, examined the reports more closely, and blanched as he realized the state of the Perdan City itself.  A quick note to the Duke and orders for civil work to Captain Septinia followed.  And with that...He found himself with no more excuses.

He dressed in finery more befitting the locale, bright silks in his House colours with his long, dark hair bound back with the House emblem in amethyst.  He still had his sword, and still his fighting boots, remembering the events of the last social event Marshal Nemean had been involved in.  He did not know all the details, but the cleaning up at the Stump had taken quite a while.

As he made his way to the beach, the sight of two massive dogs briefly took him aback.  They seemed friendly enough, though, and he enjoyed the feel of such massive creatures on either side.  Guard dogs, indeed.

The decor of the place was certainly enjoyable, though somewhat spoiled by the presence of the object of a fair amount of his annoyance at the bar.  Kenneth's honeyed skin showed well against the dark wood of the bar as he decided to forego protocol and sit immediately.  He kept the annoyance out of his voice, though it neutral, rather than warm.

"A fine locale."

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #154: December 30, 2019, 11:20:28 AM »

Roleplay from Christopher Stewart


Christopher walked up to the tavern near the docks, The Rose and Two, looked about him and opened the doors. A quick scan of his surroundings revealed a small gathering of locals and the smell of a roast on a spit near the back of the establishment. He noticed some of his fellow warriors who had arrived previously and strode to them. As he did, two canines welcomed him with tails wagging and tongues dripping. He touched them both on the tops of their heads and stepped between them.

Marshal Renodin and Sir MacArbin were near, but Christopher saw no others as of yet. A nod to both took place and he walked to the long, oak bar and tossed a gold coin upon it.

He had been chosen. Hand picked, as it were. He was honored once again to be named to be a part of something important. While moving with an army is the role of a warrior, defending the homeland is just as important, he thought as he stood there. He served King and Crown. He would do so in every order given.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #155: December 30, 2019, 11:21:06 AM »

Roleplay from Rogos V'Orlan


Dockside Drinks

The Rose and Two was familiar to Rogos, though he had never been inside, it was well known as a prestigious establishment with some of the most expensive land in the city, rivalling even some noble residences. He ran his hands along the boulders that flanked the beachfront entrance to the establishment, noting how oddly soft they were, and so close to the sea.

This place is far too poncy, but I suppose I should respect Nemean's choice, considering how his time at the Bloody Stump went a few months ago.

The food smelled divine, roast pork with garlic, onion, honey, and... a strong red wine by the smell of it. He had been looking forward to this small get-together, drinking alone was not much his forte, but confined to a study, his letters, or the academy, he had little time to head out and socialise, and he had grown unfortunately accustomed to the practice. A short but tidy beard adorned his face, and his black curly locks had been shorn almost entirely off only hours before he received Nemean's formal invitation, leaving but stubble behind. Another campaign was on the horizon and of all things he did not want to worry about his hair. He wore a loosely fitting tunic of pure white trimmed with cloth of gold, and dark leather breeches that buttoned at his navel. An unusually long sword was strapped to his waist, leather belt dyed a pale sandy colour, standing out against his breeches.

My birthday was yesterday. He realised, somewhat unnerved by how quickly the year had rolled around. He started it as a Lieutenant in the Opal Griffons, and now he stood at Marshal Ulric's side as his second in command. A new title, but much the same job.

The more things change, the more they stay the same...

A smile lit up Rogos' face as he ascended the stairs to the unnecessarily heavy doors and spotted the dogs ostensibly guarding it. He crouched down and extended a hand to them, looking them over and roughing them up playfully. Training and habit took over and he examined the dogs thoroughly but quickly, and was pleased with what he saw, two well mannered pups that were looked after properly. Looking to the kennels was his job for almost two years in the Griffons as a young man, and had forever impressed a love of hounds on his heart, though the company kept no dogs at present. Dog slobber wiped on his breeches, he stood up, even more pleased to be out and about in Perdan City with a purpose. He spotted the pair of Perdanese nobles occupying the bar as he walked through the doors and threw his arms up, shouting over the music,

"His Royal Highness, Marshal Nemean of Perdan's Blackmane Paladins! It has a wonderful ring to it doesn't it doesn't it?" He strode over, clapping his hand on Nemean's back in congratulations. "I am ecstatic you were given the position my friend. And Ser Kenneth! A pleasure to see you in something other than last month's plate armor once more," He exaggerated a bow in greeting, "If I recall Nemean's request correctly, you should be enjoying some extended time off here in Perdan City I should imagine. Ale, sea breeze, time to think and breathe without having to pack up camp every single morning."

He glanced around, "And... Isn't Lord Derrik supposed to be arriving as well?"


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #156: December 30, 2019, 11:23:33 AM »

Dockside Drinks (N2)
 

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The decor of the place was certainly enjoyable, though somewhat spoiled by the presence of the object of a fair amount of his annoyance at the bar.  Kenneth's honeyed skin showed well against the dark wood of the bar as he decided to forego protocol and sit immediately.  He kept the annoyance out of his voice, though it neutral, rather than warm.

"A fine locale." ~Kenneth MacArbin

Accepting a goblet filled with scarlet liquid offered to him by a barman Nemean took a sip before responding to Kenneth. Feeling the soft tang of the rich red wine he pursed his lips. ''You're in a great mood.'' An arched eyebrow completed the skeptical words as he looked at him. ''I'm glad you came though.'' Offering the palm of his spare hand as a gesture before reaching to squeeze Kenneth's forearm. ''Whatever I did to earn your ire, I'm glad to see you. And that you were able to stay to reinforce the Blackmanes.''
 
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Marshal Renodin and Sir MacArbin were near, but Christopher saw no others as of yet. A nod to both took place and he walked to the long, oak bar and tossed a gold coin upon it. ~Christopher Stewart

Taking his attention away from Kenneth for a moment. Nemean acknowledged Chrisopher's node with a faint smile and inclined his head. He put the goblet down on the bar and turned to face the sun kissed Noble. ''What's bothering you?'' The words came out calmly. The diplomacy was interrupted however as the next guest made his entry. 
 
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He spotted the pair of Perdanese nobles occupying the bar as he walked through the doors and threw his arms up, shouting over the music,

"His Royal Highness, Marshal Nemean of Perdan's Blackmane Paladins! It has a wonderful ring to it doesn't it doesn't it?" He strode over, clapping his hand on Nemean's back in congratulations. "I am ecstatic you were given the position my friend. And Ser Kenneth! A pleasure to see you in something other than last month's plate armor once more," He exaggerated a bow in greeting, "If I recall Nemean's request correctly, you should be enjoying some extended time off here in Perdan City I should imagine. Ale, sea breeze, time to think and breathe without having to pack up camp every single morning."

He glanced around, "And... Isn't Lord Derrik supposed to be arriving as well?" ~Rogos V'Orlan

Unable to pretend modesty Nemean flashed a toothy smile. The comradely backslapping instantly transformed it into a prideful grin that was accompanied by laughter. It died down considerably as Rogos addressed Kenneth. Uncertain of how the response would be he interjected on the subject of Lord Derrik. ''He was invited from the very start, as you know. Though Derrik asked permission to tend to Perdan Mines if memory serves. He might still show up but I can't guarantee it.'' Hoping the little intermezzo was enough to prevent a fiery response from Kenneth he excused himself from further dialogue by taking a generous sip from his wine.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #157: December 30, 2019, 11:23:57 AM »

Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin


Dockside Drinks

Kenneth nodded back to Christopher.  He had not had a chance to meet the man formally, but they had fought beside each other, and that counted for much.  Seeing the man stand, he waved him over to join them.

"Come, Sir Christopher!  I have a feeling we will be better friends before this day is done."

Kenneth's response to Nemean was sidetracked by the arrival of Rogos.  The enthusiasm of the man was catching, though somewhat misplaced, and he grinned back, offering his own exaggerated bow in return.

"Vice-Marshal, a pleasure to see you.  And yes, the respite is welcome...But I still have more to prove than most, so I am a little...Restless."

He glanced back at Nemean, and made a small salute of apology.

"I plan to take up the arts of diplomacy as soon as may be, and unless the northerners are foolish enough to sally, I am unlikely to gain the renown necessary to do so on this campaign.  I know it is...Petty, but I have little enough to my name as of yet, and hope to change that soon."

He grinned wryly.

"I have to be worthy, after all."

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #158: December 30, 2019, 11:26:03 AM »

Roleplay from Christopher Stewart



Dockside Drinks

Christopher walked over to the two noblemen at the bar, acknowledging both of them. Answering the Marshal first, he said "It has been difficult at times for me to find myself included in important undertakings of the realm. I found myself an outsider, but warmly welcomed upon arriving here. I have feared that I wouldn't be accepted being that I once served Shadowdale. It simply is very humbling to not be questioned about my beginnings as a noble; it's as if I still hold guilt in some way about the north. I believe that feeling will dampen as time goes by, but for now, it pains me at times."

He turned to Sir MacArbin and, with a smile, said "Aye, Sir! I believe forging a friendship is as important as forging a fine sword, don't you think?"

He noticed Vice Marshal V'Orlan and raised his ale to the man. "Vice Marshal, welcome. Keep your coin as the first ale is mine to give."


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Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin


Dockside Drinks


Kenneth gave Christopher a somewhat pained grin.

"Ah, the delight of actions in the past that are at odds with what we now stand for.  That one I know a little too well.  You will have no judgment from me, my friend, and I think you are correct that forging of friendships is just as critical as forging of swords.  I had never thought of it that way, but the parallels are...Apt.


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Roleplay from Rogos V'Orlan


Dockside Drinks

Rogos sat at the bar, stool creaking ominously as it adjusted to his weight, "Dragon's Decree please, goodman." The bartender placed a silver flagon on the polished counter which have the Noble a moment's pause.

This place really is up to Nemean's taste. A silver flagon? ...I must get one.

"Have faith Ser Kenneth, our history is not yet done, and the ground will drink more blood before the year is up. You will get your glory, and sooner than you might like."

"Vice Marshal, welcome. Keep your coin as the first ale is mine to give." Ser Christopher spoke, and Ser Rogos shook his head, a mischievous smile on his face, "I fear you must take the second round friend, for this first round is rightfully Marshal Nemean's," he grabbed the Prince's shoulder and jostled him playfully, "To celebrate 'is new duties and responsibilities in looking after all those under his command."

His voice took a stern note and his brows furrowed in disappointment, "Now! You two get drinks in your hands, I was the last one here and the second with a mug, you two need to pick up the pace." His mouth betrayed him as he stifled a laugh with a smile. "Barkeep! Whatever it is our vigilant Marshal Nemean is having, will be good enough for both these noble Sers, two more glasses if you'd please."

Rogos raised his flagon, "To Marshal Nemean! Prince of Perdan! À Perdana!


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #159: December 30, 2019, 11:26:30 AM »

Dockside Drinks N3

He listened to Christopher speak of Shadowdale and of gratitude. His lips often touching silver as he regularly took sips from his goblet. An errant droplet of wine racing along his lower lip. A minute detail that looked precarious over the fine clothing Nemean wore. Only to be, all but carelessly polished away by a simple flick of his tongue. Warmth permeated his system as the crimson liquid made its home deeper down, in his belly. A feeling of comfort settled over him. The companions around provided ample safety. Not the kind that defended against steel perhaps but against social pitfalls and that ring of trust that comes with valuing people.

He made an effort to look sincere and pushed past the grin that lurked just below the surface. ''You are among friends now Christoph.'' He gestured his goblet at the man. ''Drink and leave worries for a night.'' Kenneth's confirmatory words on Swords and friendship nicely framed his own he felt. Nemean's emerald gaze touched upon Kenneth's and he inclined his head in agreement.

The spell was broken as the bald, man giant Rogos grabbed him by the shoulder and made him feel weak. He grinned ruefully as he took the praise and mockery. ''All I had to do so far is sit in the capital with you lot. A terrible duty!'' And he took a big gulp of wine. Noting that he'd soon need a refill. Rogos was again the better man and soon he had the barkeep bring two more goblets, one for Christopher and the other for Kenneth. Not wanting to let a good opportunity go to waste Nemean asked for a carafe, they were gonna need it.

Turning back to his companions he discovered yet more praise coming from Rogos. It made him beam but also uncomfortable. He raised his drink and toasted to Rogos's words. ''Words and Blood my friend. Let's just enjoy wine and drink tonight. Words and Blood tomorrow!''

With that he drank deeply and placed a hand on Rogo's biceps. Squeezing it for a moment, noting that the man could probably crush baby skulls at will.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #160: December 30, 2019, 11:28:36 AM »

Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin


Dockside Drinks

Kenneth grinned and took another drink.

"Aye, this war has gone on long enough, I am sure there will be plenty for me.  Now!  I do have one bone to pick with the good Marshal here related to this evening."

He mock-glared at Nemean.

"Why, in the name of all that is holy, did you make tonight a boy's club?  An inexcusable failing, I must say."


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Dockside Drinks N4
 

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He mock-glared at Nemean."Why, in the name of all that is holy, did you make tonight a boy's club?  An inexcusable failing, I must say." ~Kenneth MacArbin

Looking over the rim of his goblet Nemean beheld Kenneth. It didn't last very long as he had upend the thing to drain it of its last bit of contents. Still holding the silver thing he rubbed his lips with the back of his hand. ''Women make everything more complicated. Besides, plenty of women here.'' He grabbed the carafe and poured himself another glassful. ''Or do you only go for easy prey, that's presented to you?'' Taking his own and Kenneth's goblet he offered it to the man. A jeweled finger glittering in the torchlight.

The smile he wore was inviting and mischievous. ''Come now, I value you more and this way we can drop our guards. Feel free to prowl however.'' He shared a look with Kenneth as he glanced over to particularly fetching redhead. Leaning in he offered conspiratorially but in no way quiet. ''Christoph, Rogos and I will rate your strategy afterwards. Or not. You could just remain and drink with us.'' He leaned back again and grinned mildly.


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Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin


Dockside Drinks

Kenneth looked back at Nemean in open astonishment.

"More complicated?  Easy prey?  Is that how you view our fellow knights?  Not to mention Council members?"

Kenneth pointedly ignored the goblet, watching closely to see if the dig about Alyssa struck home.

"Are you an outright fool, or have you merely been partaking in diversions stronger than wine before we began this event?  And if I wish to prowl, I will do so for my own benefit, not your entertainment."


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Dockside Drinks N5

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Kenneth looked back at Nemean in open astonishment.

"More complicated?  Easy prey?  Is that how you view our fellow knights?  Not to mention Council members?" Kenneth pointedly ignored the goblet, watching closely to see if the dig about Alyssa struck home. "Are you an outright fool, or have you merely been partaking in diversions stronger than wine before we began this event?  And if I wish to prowl, I will do so for my own benefit, not your entertainment." ~Kenneth MacArbin


The goblet hovered between the two. Nemean considered the words and felt no small amount of surprise ebb as it made room for angled sorrow, neatly joined with a chunk of loss. He wanted to feel some sort of anger and tried to muster it but it was like trying to ignite a candle under water. Alyssa was no prey and he was no hunter. Silver shimmered as it slowly traveled through the air. Descending as Nemean lowered the goblet. His visage hid little for he wasn't good at these emotions. The otherwise fine and angular features of his face took on a darker hue as he looked down. The crest of his brow like a lip he just looked out from under. Admonishment embodied sat right there in the form of Kenneth. Why did he have to bring up Alyssa. Nemean sighed and put Kenneth's goblet on the bar.

Trying to think on his response wasn't helped by the influence of wine. He touched his nose in distraction and softly pinched it. ''If you must go there.'' He said softly to no one in particular. His lungs filled as he inhaled deeply before turning to Kenneth. ''I've only had eyes for her and no other.'' he surprised himself with how balanced his tone was. Not quite resigned but with certain hints of long contemplation. He could see a fleeting image of her face in his mind's eye. ''Are you not a man that favors chasing women?'' His eyebrows arched in something akin to sympathy while his voice sounded genuine with question. ''From what I heard, Kenneth, the women you like have red hair.'' He looked at him directly before making a small shrug. ''I thought you would welcome the suggestion I made. Fair mistake if I was wrong.''

''I've not chased women. Not like you if I am to believe the stories.'' Nemean licked the inside of his cheek. ''I see them but they don't have what she has.'' He righted himself on his seat, gesturing with his goblet. ''I don't get it either, that's why I said women are complicated. If I had invite Alyssa and another particular redhead, this evening would not be the same. You and I wouldn't be.'' For some reason that sounded quite final in Nemean's head. He went with it. Chalk it up to the wine. He nodded before glancing at Kenneth. ''Now, do we have to take this outside or will you opt for that goblet of wine finally or will you permit us some of your vast wisdom in the arts of women.'' He indicated Christopher and Rogos with his chin. ''I'm sure we'd all be grateful and remember, it was in good mirth.''

Not being fully convinced himself Nemean planted his feet squarely on the ground and sluggishly placed his own vessel of wine on the bar.