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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 5, 2015 21:01:23 GMT
"Well, as it turns out," Finola begins in a matter-of-fact sense, smearing jam onto a plate with her index finger, "Being we a band o' five, strangers an' all, it seems t'be a point of importance t'get t'know one another a wee bit better, an' t'decide who's goin' to be 'in charge,' so t'speak."
She props up the plate with a candlestick and her empty juice glass, and turns it so her handiwork can be read:
Brightstar Nomination Committee
"We can go 'round the table, introduce ourselves, and if any o' us feel comft'able with the leadin', he or she could make their case." She grins.
"I'll go farst: As ye know now, m'name is Finola Lasair, an' I'm a travelin' performer. I go from place to place, singin' songs of great battles and famous heroes and silly nobles, that sort o'thing. If we ever find ourselves in need of bed an' bread, I could be able t'wark out some kind o' arrangement with some local proprietor." She pauses, before adding, "Well, most places, anyhow. There might be a couple nobles what didn't take too kindly t'some o' my jokes, see. But that's what I've got a disguise kit for!"
Thus finished, she clears her throat, and looks about expectantly.
"Any questions?"
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 5, 2015 21:16:39 GMT
Sheyna nods at Fi, "That makes sense, Fi." She looks around at all of you. "My name is Sheyna Moonwolf, and I am a Druid, trained by a," she glances briefly at the wolf, "a very wise man. I am more used to the creatures and ways of the wild than of the ways of man. I can do a wee bit o' healing, and can generally hold my own in a fight. I also have the power of my longbow to lend to any trouble we might find ourselves in while fighting for the light. The nature spirits bless me with power, though I've not tried my hand at leadership. If someone is used to the like, I will defer to them. If no one is trained in leadership, I might do. I'm told that people generally listen to me." She looks at the man with the brighter star tattoo. "I'd still like to know who that person is, and what he's to do with us."
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Post by braden89 on Jul 5, 2015 21:38:57 GMT
"I've no real interest in leading anyone," Demetyr states calmly. "I am content simply to put an end to these nefarious plans and their author."
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Post by gabetanenhaus on Jul 5, 2015 22:24:44 GMT
"Not much for prominent positions myself," I say, crunching my last piece of bacon. "But I can be very effective in the background. And when the caper's in full swing, you'd do well to let me the lion's share of the talking." I tip my head toward Fi. "Meaning no disrespect to our lovely minstrel friend, of course."
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 5, 2015 22:35:18 GMT
"Hah! None taken." She grins and tips her head back.
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Post by gabetanenhaus on Jul 6, 2015 0:44:22 GMT
"I'll tell you what though," I point at the Dwarf again. "I'm pretty sure I'd follow that guy through the gates of Hell. He looks like he knows his way around a scrap. And I bet he's just crazy enough to keep things interesting."
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 6, 2015 0:53:09 GMT
"Can't 'elp but t'agree." Finola nods to the Dwarf in question. "What's ye story, friend?"
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Post by salmaanmc on Jul 6, 2015 4:11:24 GMT
"Well, I'm 'appy ye asked! I'm Rorik Ironforge, ex-militant for the Dwarven King's Army. My story i'nt a happy one. To keep er short, I used ta' be a soldier, and I loved it. I've seen the beauty of a warm sunrise, and the horrors of an empty night. I seen things no creature should ever have to see, an' others that some men would die for. How'ever, most importantly I seen good men fall corrupt at the hands of power and wealth. Which brings me here."
Rorik directs his gaze towards the man who calls himself Tommy.
"And listen to me, boy. The gates o'hell will be barred close the moment they hear of our approach."
Pausing, Rorik regains his breath.
"NOW I don' know much about no damned leadership, but I do know 'ow to keep me friends alive! I'm more'n content ta' lead ye into battle, but when it comes to other affairs, may I suggest one o' you take the reigns?" As he gestures to Finola and Shaeyna.
Slowly, he eyes each member, careful not to aggravate the Wolf.
"I suppose we are all friends then, yes?" He extends a firm hand towards the group in what may be perceived as a handshake.
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Post by rioghan on Jul 6, 2015 13:02:13 GMT
"I've never been one to jump to the fore, and it seems that some of you are just such people. I have no responsibilities, duties, or any of that. I'm content to simply go where I will."
Realizing that he forgot to say his name, he adds, "I'm Rioghán. Nothing special to me. I'm not a warrior or a minstrel or anything like that. "
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 6, 2015 15:27:59 GMT
Sheyna leans forward toward the dwarf. "It seems we have a battle leader, then. As to the rest, can you stay sober?" She looks piercingly at him a moment and then leans back. "If you can stay sober enough not to do TOO many foolish things, I will accept your leadership. If you want or need help with tasks you prefer not to do, that is what the rest of us are for. If we're to be a team, all of us may come to the fore at different times, but you do have a strength of spirit that speaks well of our mission."
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 6, 2015 15:32:49 GMT
Finola grins, and accepts Rorik's handshake with gusto. "Well! Hearin' from all o' ye makes it pretty clear; we've come from all walks, been through all manner o' diff'rent experiences an' whatnot, so! I propose t' ye all one thing."
She gestures to Rorik, "This fine fella' 'ere can keep us organized and what-'ave-ye when the shite 'its the bricks, an' as for th' everyday negotiatin' and such, I'd be 'appy to take on th' task. Though, all in all, I'd prefer if we made our group decisions by a vote. Seem fair?"
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Post by salmaanmc on Jul 6, 2015 19:16:29 GMT
"Oi, it aint me fault that damn merchant 'ad barrells full o' ale!! However it would give me great joy to get back into the battle! As for me vote, it'll 'ave to go to Finola over 'ere."
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 6, 2015 20:52:53 GMT
Sheyna laughs at the two leaders. "Obviously we have a leadership team, then. A battle leader and a diplomacy leader. I like it. We can vote on everything, as long as there is time, but I am willing to defer to the two of you if there is not time for a consultation." She nods her head as if that's settled to her satisfaction, and then hands some bacon back to the large, grey wolf behind her.
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