OOC: Yeah I think we should ride in the wagon. Save some wear on the boots.
IC:Lwentano looks a bit closer at the young lady and sees that she does not seem to have any weapons besides her dress. HE has heard of some monks who have developed a fighting style without weapons. HE is glad to have met one now.
Yeah we can share a few ales and have a good time remembering this adventure. I take ye for a monk as I see you have no weapon. I prefer to use a sword and if I can a bow to kill from afar.
ooc: Sorry to gum up your party thread, I don't think it is necessary to wait. Like I said JPatt can introduce himself later if he wants otherwise their isn't mutch for him to post anyways yet. This way I can get started on the next game post.
Kiaya runs her hands through her straight black hair as she looks again at Lwentano "Aye, I stated earlier that I was a monk, and indeed I prefer what god has blessed me with rather than a straight edged slab of steel made of the finest craftsmanship." she explains feeling a good about herself.
Kiaya waves goodbye to the farmer "Fare thee well, My Goodman." she called as the wagon moved out of eye's view.
She turns to the rest of the crew in curiosity "Well" she began "thus trail appears to head north east through the forest. However, we know not how deep thus forest is.... Perchance we should wait until morrow and set up camp somewhere close?"
Kiaya takes a seat on a nearby flat rock and awaits the party leader's final decision
Aye I agree. Let us make a nice camp and wait the night out before we attempt to cross the forest. I would like to be out in the open in case some goblins wish to temp fate and die at the end of my sword.
Lwentano relaxes along side the road as he checks his sword and bow. He wants to keep both in good shape and ready at a moments notice.
Sir Valdien watches the "monk" disapprovingly, even having to close "his" eyes to get a grip on his emotions and sense of utter disdain for such crude behavior, especially for a monk, who are supposed to be, at least in Valden's experience, like any other religious adherent, paragons of virtue, composure and propriety. This woman was certainly not that!
And a woman, no less - the masquerading girl paladin sighed outwardly in disappointment at such an example of aggressively bad judgment and vice, which knows no gender boundaries, obviously. But virtue and chivalry and the conviction of belief in a higher power demands that everyone be seen as inherently good and worthy people - some are just lost or midsguided, but Heironeous' affection for the downtrodden, innocent and the disadvantaged are clear in situations like this.
Sir Valdien approaches the woman, heroically adopting a cordial bearing, smiling, though with a bit of effort, and bows perfunctorally and easily.
"Mademoiselle," he says by way of introduction in practiced flowing common, heavily accented and peppered with Cormyrian, "Welcome, and do take care to steady yourself. I am Sieur Valdien Mechidieux, Cormyrian Holy Chevalier of Heironeous the Just, always ready to answer the call of adventure and pleas of the defenseless and innocent, crying out for wrongs to be righted! I apologize but I must sort a few things out so I'll have to take my leave of you after such a brief introduction."
With that out of the way, Val is not quite sure how to proceed, but knows he has to get things straightened out with his brother, as he's continuing to be a real irritation at times. He smiles and bows again to the monk, then approaches Gabriel somewhat conspiratorially.
"Now, brother, you're older but that doesn't make you my guardian - I'm of age and following my own path in life. And here you are too, as you seem to always be. I love you and am glad of your presence and also dedication to Heironeous, but sometimes you press too much - your attitude of babysitting wears on me and vexes me greatly. I beg you, though we are family and bound to this take before us, you must let me be myself; be beside me, not above me."
DIGRESSION: The rest of the below is just me apparently doing character development, so it really isn't necessary to read, but I wrote it and didn't want to just delete it. I hadn't planned on it, I just wrote the above and then just kept writing - it's out of my head straight to the keyboard so apologies if it doesn't make much sense or isn't a very good motivation, to anyone that reads it.
This is why I must must maintain my charade, she thinks to herself, both pitying and judging the drunken wretch. Perhaps in some far off future, women will hold their own and be seen as equals, but in this world, though it isn't as obvious as some might say, women are patronized and given little credit, with expectations of certain characteristics, and seen as weak. That can never be me, Valdienne thought to him/herself, knowing that only once she truly earned the knightly title she has already claimed and vicariously inherited - once she became a true order-pledged paladin of Heironeous, could she feel comfortable with revealing herself to others, and to emerge from the necessary subterfuge, having proven herself in spite of her sex, and be an example to men and women alike, of what can be accomplished, regardless of being male or female. But for now, she needs to be taken seriously, and so she wears her mask.