[Ashen Snow] Dinner and a Show [Gr 6.4] [Al 6.4]

edited November 2012 in In-Game
You wake up the next morning. Are you still out in ShantyTown or do you stay with the Pryers? Most of them share a set of flats in the hold, like a set of barracks. Spartan as hell, but clean.

Melody came to see you this morning. She said she got through to Mungo, he wants to head out into the wild and find a suitable memento to give Tar Pit, and another for you as a token of respect. He promised he'd be back soon.

So The Three Meals happened. That's a mating and cleansing ritual, right? How did that go? Melody is very interested in how you're changing, what you plan to do with the Pryers, what you saw in The Baths. How much do you share? Do you ask her to join the Pryers again? you think she wants to say yes, but she's afraid to give up her last bargaining chip to make a place she and her kin can live and thrive in.

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  • Melody, naked as you are, sitting in the steam with you, reaches over to take your hand, "Graykor, Ah agreed ta be yer wife. I'll learn yer ways. But ya hafta meet me halfway. Ya aint seen how they lookit ya, have ya? I have. They, Ba's Kin an the ole Pryers both, they want a new way. Tar Pit aint leadin them no more, you are. Yer the Hand. She chose ya. That's gotta mean somethin changed, right? That change is you."

    She pulls your hand up to her heart, "If ya aint sure what ta do, then when I'm one of tha Pryers, we work together onnit. You le me lead with ya. A true alliance. I bet I ken bring mora tha Kin down fromma mountains. An ya get more flies wif honey than vinegar." She leans up to kiss you softly.
  • RusRus
    edited November 2012
  • Melody searches your eyes for a long time before answering, too long. Then she says simply, with a wry smile, "Hit's a start, Graykor." but it sounds like she's saying it's enough, Grekkor.

    You open your brain in The Baths, searching for clarity and purpose and strength. You see odd but detailed images of...
    * a wolf carrying off a small, young Bones faraway home
    * a wild-eyed woman, the assassin from Yurd's proclamation, standing unsteady in Bones' infirmary without Bones looking down at a dying woman with pinpoint eyes
    * Crackle's Boys minus Crackle bending knee to The Prophet
    * Chigger and his men slitting the throats of men in their sleep, like cattle
    * a distant banner coming closer, a large flag with two tails, on it is the painted silver image of an iron gauntlet around a clutch of grass, squeezing the earth dry
  • RusRus
    edited December 2012
  • The Pryers go out among the people, spreading the good word, trying to build up excitement. You feel confident that people will at least listen. The prospect of a new regime from a place like the Baths is interesting, maybe too important to pass up.

    Fitten takes off, excited to have a mission, a purpose.

    Who do you put in charge of the Chigger investigation?

    Unca Jess and Mungo are talking when you come out, it looks like they are getting along. A very hungover and miserable-looking Manx is with Mungo, barely on her feet, leaning against him. She smells of grain alcohol, it's coming through her pores.

    Do you say anything to them?
  • edited December 2012
    The men head out to find Chigger, moving quick and without complaint. You notice they file out together, not as two clumps. There are shooting glances back and forth though.

    Mungo's body language to Manx is protective, he's brought her here even though she is shameful, being sick and not being a Pryer. You aren't sure if its an act of open defiance, testing the waters in your new regime, or because he has a weakness for her and is caring for her in his own odd way. Based on your history and perception so far, you can Read him once you engage in conversation.

    Unca Jess, for his part, is just talking to the man. He's sharp, but not so big on what he calls, "y'all's pomp an circumstance." He has not defied a rule yet, but you know he's missed a few minor points along the way. His status as a neophyte is his saving grace, of course. That said, the man is stout, fearless, and he has a good handle on how to get the new Pryers to work hard and he keeps them in line.
  • Grekkor,

    Roll Pack Alpha for the group you sent to check out Chigger and Crocs situation.
  • RusRus
    edited December 2012
  • Grekkor,

    They take off, no quarrel, Fitteen is gone, too. You're watching Unca Jess and Mungo and see Alonzo and a stranger named Sails walk into The Gym. You have seen Sails before, out in Mesovin. What did you two almost fight over then? Do you consider it settled?
  • RusRus
    edited December 2012
  • [Alonzo]

    "Ah, that explains...Yes. That's good. Mercy can be a strange thing. My own approach need not be that of the Pryers. It's..."
    I am about begin a sermon right here when I remember Sails is at my side.
    "Grekkor, this is Sails. He and a couple of other newcomers have joined my group. He has met our foe, face to face, a few months ago. His tale may be of some help.
    "Also, it appears I may have taken over security for the Hold."
    I raise an eyebrow at that, saying it out loud for myself the first time. "Crackle is dead. I haven't talked to Norvell about this change, but I doubt he'll object. "
  • RusRus
    edited December 2012
  • Grekkor,

    Sails gives you a nod, but his eyes are suspicious, wary. Not afraid in the least, more like a samurai judging another across a field of battle, unsure which lord they serve.
  • [Alonzo]
    I give Grekkor the bare facts, trying to keep my own opinions out of it.
    "He was naked in the tub with a broken neck.
    "Grekkor, mercy -- my own application of it anyway -- is not a field of battle philosophy. A dead man offers no mercy."
  • RusRus
    edited December 2012
  • My mind immediately goes to G-String. She is a burr that will irritate me until she is either gone from The Hold and Shantytown or dead. I offered her a chance and she refused it. While I did make an example of her, I would not hesitate to do the same again.
    "Mercy first, then pragmatism is my way. Mercy to the disobedient or dishonorable is to give them a chance to repent of their error. If they do not, the pragmatic thing is death or exile as the situation dictates. No on has been forced to join my group. They do so of their own free will. If they cannot abide by the rules, simple as they are, then it would better if they leave of their own accord. We all learn from our mistakes, but I have no use for repeat offenders."
  • Grekkor,

    Unca Jess turns and gives you a nod, "Well sir, looks like things are movin. I expect folks in ShantyTown an the hold'll be interested in what the Prophet has t'say, but I bet if we spruce it up a bit, with some live ennertainment, we'd get a few more. I know River n' Rum play good music n' I heard from Mungo here that Bendrix has a movie machine. We oughta think bout makin it an old tent revival, get these folks some olde time religion!" He seems sincere, not at all disrespectful. Mungo nods enthusiastically at the idea. Manx smirks a bit, then groans quietly and buries her face in Mungo's back.

    OOC: I'm thinking we could skip time a bit to get results from the search party and Norvell is looking for both of you. Sound good?
  • edited December 2012
    Both of you, please move to the next scene here.
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