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Order of the Sword & Rose
With a wave of his hand, and small muttering, the helm hiding a handsome man’s face dissolved, and the finely trimmed mustache, and goatee of Sir Jhaimes Howlette the Just could be seen. Opening his eyes, his dark piercing brown eyes, eyes that would both draw you in with a warm gaze, or drive fear into you during battle that would send you fleeing, looked upon the people at the table.
”Forgive me my Lady, I only caught the words spoken. I do believe this week has been exceptionally taxing. I was only mildly slumbering.” with the slightest sound of metal against metal, he moved his feet from the table down to the floor, and as he did the seat he was leaning in against the wall returned to its natural state.
Pulling a sword of length and width that could be mistaken for that of a greatsword the sword made a wonderful ring as it nicked the stone floor, and as his hand gripped the hilt the blade illuminated with a brilliant white fire of goodness. As the light just as quickly dissipated Jhaimes leaned both on the sword, and the table.
”If you are to travel the depths of Stormreach, especially to face goblins and giants, then I insist I escort you, and whomever else of the Fellowship that travels.”
From the shadows slipped a hooded figure, but a wonderfully dangerous voice emanated from it. ”Oh do tone it down, Jhaimes. Of course you would be accepted for such a task, after all not many sane creatures would stand before… for long.” Pulling the hood back, the medium length black hair hugged light bronze skin of the woman known as Geoana. Her emerald eyes moved the Paladin’s to Lady Hope.
”My Lady.” she spoke softly as she gave a slight bow, all too familiar from the woman.
Stepping closer to the table, her movements were that of a cat’s quiet and graceful, but there was a subtle sway in her hips, and in the casual way she slipped into a chair, with her cloak bellowing just slightly that told you this was all a ruse to draw you off just how deadly, and cold this woman could be.
Smiling just slightly she looked down the wall and crossed her fingers slowly before her, as he head turned to face that of the rest of the Fellowship. “You know me my lady, any opportunity I can to train my blades, I take it. A chance to polish them in hobgoblin, and kobold blood? How could I resist?” As she finished her words a deviously innocent smirk came to her face, as the crystal light reflecting in her eyes gave her a haunting beauty.
Aged timbers absorbing just enough of the ambient voices and sounds of a typical city tavern. A motly group huddled in the rear, barely drawing attention from the usual activities of the front bar. Most would perceive the confidence Mithrian reflected from her Lady Hope, Archon of the Golden Night and it's Fellows. But for those that had the innate skill, skill a level considered by most as shear talent, Mithrian was nervous as a kobold witchdocter surrounded by warforged.Ahopiana turns toward Geona sitting across the guild table, a look assuring all just how proud she was of her, "Geoana, my friend, Mithrian is surely as pleased as I am that you'll be training her how to polish with blood." *winks Mithrian's nerves seemed to relax at Ahopiana's remark, and nods respectfully at Geona. Sorgo had written something that Mithrian was sure to be Geona's name on the list of those accompanying her into the caverns below the steam tunnels. She wasn't sure if he wrote Uxor's or Varro's name after his own, and was now rubber necking to catch a glance of Sorgo's list as Ahopiana spoke again."Jhaimes, mi lord Howlette, I believe my services will be needed elsewhere, and would be more than honoured to count you among those by my side. Shall we speak of the matter post?" Obviously wishing to keep the details of the additional mission a secrete from that of Mithrian and Sorgo's team.
Geona gave the nervous drow a nod of reassurance, and then looked over the table to Jhaimes as Lady Hope addressed him.
The subtlest of frowns move upon man’s face, however he pushed it aside as he let a smile move to his lips. Pulling the bastard sword between his legs and letting his armored fingers wrap around the hilt, he leaned against the sword.
”Yes, my Lady. You will have my ear.” As he sat back the soft sound of armor moving against itself could be heard as Jhaimes sat back to see what other details were going to be discussed.
”Alright. I’ll meet your there, my lady. Then I might retire to a bed myself. A nice soothing bath, and change of tunics and what not would be nice. I just returned from Stormcleave. I was doing a bit of patrolling for House Deneith, and unfortunately some of the lesser guards there were not ready for a minotaur attack, and situation turned from impersonal, to personal quickly.” With that Geona. Gave a nod to Mithrian, as slinked away from the table, and disappeared into the smoke, and darkness of the Tavern.
After Geona left, Jhaimes gave her a wave as she moved away, and moved to his feet. With a nod to everyone, he let his eyes linger upon Ahopiana for a moment. As her eyes finally came to his he gave her a quick nod, and then moved off away from the table, and waited for her.
Slipping his sword into its scabbard, he waved his hand over his face and whispered a small incantation and the helmet revealed itself for all to see. Slowly he took it off, and shook his hair out, letting lengthy black strands fall down. Slowly his dark brown eyes cast about the tavern. Almost subconsciously, Jhaimes had to pull his focus back as he found himself scanning for any illegal activities.
While he was not of the city guard, his knighthood would give him power enough to detain someone, until he could turn them over to the City Guard. Shaking his head he found his eyes soon wondering over his armor, and his jewelry, his cloak, and his ornament. For a man that had forsaken vanity, he felt as such a hypocrite at the moment. However, it was the knowing that each piece he wore was enchanted with a spell to better him, and give him a stronger chance in battle.
Thinking back over his adventures he could remember a time when the thought of facing a giant brought a bit of trepidation to his mind. However, now Jhaimes confident in his skill with his sword, his grasp of tactics, appreciation of strategy, and his knowing he could take quite a few hits left him with what many thieves have mistaken for arrogance. However, Jhaimes knew full well that it was the cold as steel will and determination he had found and forged in himself from when he was a young brash boy.