RP:Eboric Enters Frostmaw
Part of the Links to the Past Arc
Redovian appears from within the eastern gates, the paladin's eyes peering out from beneath his faceless mask to look upon the vistiting warlord, saying. " I've to ask, Warlord Eboric.." A pause, before the paladin says. " What is your business here this day?"
Eboric comes stomping up to the gates, the permafrost crunching beneath his boots. He is mail-clad, as ever, his own masked helmet covering his face now rimmed white with frozen breath. He wears a bearskin, its black folds stark against the wintry landscape as he wraps it more tightly about himself. He peers down at Redovian, his eyes unreadable. "I mean to cross to the wilderness," he grunts out, obviously displeased at having to explain himself. "You the giants' doorman now?" Leaning in, he says in a much quieter tone, "And do they know that you've shared meat and mead with the Exiles?"
Redovian does not seem overly bothered by the warlord's claim, as the paladin has never lied about his time with the exiles. His reply is simple. " I am under orders, to simply ask that question. It seems the parasite wishes to send forth threats upon the Queen of this land. " The paladin's nightblue eyes lock upon the werebear, as he finishes with. " And I doubt you are one to be an assassin, or work for the timelord."
Eboric grins, only perceivable by the way the ice in his beard cracks with the expression, the sound echoing from beneath the helmet. "The Timelord has not yet said how much he will pay for your queen's head, and so it holds no interest for me. But should he say, and should it be enough to interest me, you would be right in thinking that I will not act as an assassin. No, if all that happens, I will simply come find her, in the way I hunt down all of my foes; direct, and without cowardly trickery. For now, though, I just want to get to the other side of the town."
Redovian eyes the warlord for a moment, before saying. " If that time comes, we shall cross blades. But for now, you are a welcomed guest, and as such, are welcome within our bourders."
Eboric claps the paladin on the shoulder with a heavy hand, saying in a jovial tone, "That might make it worth the attempt by itself! But my thanks for the welcome. How stand the city and the lands beyond?"
Redovian smirks underneath that mask. Even as a holy champion, he was a warrior first. He relished in battle, mabey as much as the warlord, it was just the manner in which they chose their fights, that seperated them. This thought runs across his mind, and the grin grows bigger. Before he replies. " Stronger than ever, we are prepared should the foolish parasite attempt anything."
Eboric nods, waving a hand as if to suggest that he is not all that interested in what Redovian had just said. "Mostly," he clarifies, "I want to know about the lands outside the city. What lies to the southwest?" Any defenses there, hostile tribes or beasts?"
Redovian said to Eboric, "I haven't ventured that far just yet. I know there are centuar tribes, an exile warband or two, the outcasts of the exiled. A dangerous bunch, more barbaric than the others. Why do you ask?"
Eboric shrugs, and starts walking, clearly expecting the paladin to walk along with him. "Horsemen worry me about as much as the stinging flies of Sage. The Exiles are usually great fun, but if they are hostile, well...I may be unmatched in strength and skill, but even I cannot fight off a band of giants." He gives the boast casually, then continues. "If your gates can spare you a few days' watching, maybe you and some of your friends could come along?"
Redovian does follow the warlord, almost unconsciously, replying. " Do you need company?" For?"
Eboric said to Redovian, "I mean to explore, to hunt, and to find treasure. Who knows what lies out there, covered by snow?"
Redovian said to Eboric, "To go on a treasure hunt while the enemy plots our demise? * a smirk* I cannot accept such an offer, I have duties to attend to that require my full attention."
Eboric shrugs his shoulders. "Suit yourself then, lad. I'll see if some giants will go with me. I do not know when I'll be back, but when I do, let me know if there's any gold out for your queen...or for you!" He lets loose a good-natured laugh, and strolls on into the town.
Redovian watches as the warlord takes his leave, smirking as he says. " I shall indeed."