2022-12-06 - Fury at your Service (log)

2022-12-06-Fury at your Service (log)

Log captured from the view of Opalina

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[White Haven, Grand Courtyard - 3410] (u213002)

A vast and peaceful courtyard surrounds the crystal tower, bordered by a stone wall. Delicate vines coated with a fine layer of ice cling to the wall, creating a frozen mosaic. Almost hidden by the vines, a staircase spirals upwards against the central tower, while a massive white modwir-framed entryway stands as the obvious entrance. An ice-covered pond dominates one corner of the courtyard. You also see a heavy slate blackboard, a mound of snow, the doorman, a white granite monument and a dark arch with a large sign above it.

Olgretien just arrived.

Olgretien deeply exclaims, "Evnins all!"

You quietly exclaim, "Good evening@!"

You give Olgretien a friendly hug.

You see Olgretien Treefeller the Guardian.

He appears to be a Giantman of the Wsalamir Clan.

He appears to be time-worn. He has heavy-lidded hazel eyes and fair skin. He has shoulder length, steel grey hair. He has a broad nose.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a glacial green parchment in his right hand.

He is wearing an enruned gold ring, a gold-edged white crystal anklet, an old vultite greathelm, a crystal amulet, a square-cut pink sapphire talisman, a white owl pendant, a long hooded silver wolfhide cloak, a small four-pointed azure star insignia inset with a golden drake, an ora-bound ebonwood badge, a twisted dull black talisman, a squirrel tail, a small cratered red moon, a silver jester motif pin, an engraved golden pin, a White Haven bear head pin, a small black vultite target shield, a bear hide weapon sling, an elk hide journey pack, a suit of silvery steel half plate embossed with a soaring oak tree, an elk hide shirt, a lion-adorned black silk armband, a weathered leather belt, a wolf skin belt, an ermine-lined fleece pouch, a talon fringed wolverine pelt sheath, a dark leather locksmith's pouch, some deerskin pants, and some fur-lined snow boots

Falvicar says, "Good evening."

Falvicar smiles at Olgretien.

Gespry melodically says, "Wow, people showing up early."

Olgretien's fingers briefly touch his vultite greathelm as he renders a casual salute to Falvicar.

Olgretien whispers, "So what got ya mad at the Councilors' meetin?"

You quietly whisper to Olgretien, "I wasn't mad I was scared."

Olgretien whispers, "UNless ya'd rather not talk about it, I'd unnerstand."

Svardin barks loudly! Gespry nods at Svardin.

Olgretien stands up.

Olgretien flings himself against Svardin, bounces off of him, and giggles madly!

Olgretien kneels down.

You quietly whisper to Olgretien, "I still am."

Svardin says, "Moof."

Gespry just nudged Falvicar.

You quietly whisper to Olgretien, "Although it didn't help that we didn't really have an official list of folks to choose from, And I want them to be prepared who ever we send. But I wanted actual volunters not just poeple because they are our favorites.."

You quietly whisper to Olgretien, "So there's alot of things.. I do have a list growing .. were you interested in being a Deligate?"

Olgretien whispers, "If ya need more, sure. I aint much of a diplomat tho."

You remove a frost blue parchment from in your eahnor-plated pack.

You reach toward your ear, and the quill releases its hold on your ear. Twining several tentacles about your fingers it shifts itself into your hand.

Olgretien whispers, "And I have already offered the Northern Fortress to the elves if they do need a restin spot. Did that a long while back."

You quietly whisper to Svardin, "Did you want me to put your name on the list for Icemule Deligation?"

Svardin shakes his head.

Svardin shakes his head.

Svardin shakes his head.

Svardin shakes his head.

Svardin shakes his head.

You quietly whisper to Svardin, "Is that a yes or no?"

Svardin whispers, "Nope."

You set your quill to your parchment and write down your thoughts to the body of the parchment.

Icemule Deligates List

 The Lady Elliathe of Icemule.
 Chronicler Falvicar Jalcon The Blade of the Night
 Mr. Fropple Undertart, Warrior, Master at Arms of the Warrior Guild  
 High Lord Grutak Eversor the Warmonger
 Olgretien Treefeller the Guardian 

You accept Olgretien's offer and are now holding a suit of silvery steel half plate embossed with a soaring oak tree.

You carefully examine the steel half plate and determine that the weight is about 53 pounds.

You quietly say, "Ohh it's pretty heavy."

You quietly say, "Let's see if I can get it a tiny bit lighter."

Opalina magically lightens the armor 

You carefully examine the steel half plate and determine that the weight is about 27 pounds.

Falvicar smiles.

You quietly say, "Well that should really help your back."

You offer your steel half plate to Olgretien, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Olgretien beams happily at you!

Olgretien deeply exclaims, "Wow, many thanks!"

Falvicar smiles.

Olgretien dons his steel half plate, deftly adjusting the fastenings for a sure fit.