Difference between revisions of "Sir Bedwyr"

Briefing

You've a lot of nerve comin' 'ere what with all the chaos your kind has brought. Spit your breath an' we'll 'ave a listen. Spend your breath wisely an' we'll deal. Waste my time an'... well... time is wax, chum, and at the moment you're simply worth more of it ta me dead!

• I need an audience with Lorn.

Black Knights, hrmm? What makes you think they'll deal with an outsider like you?

• Our problem is their problem. It's in your best interest to find a way for us to talk, cordially.

So... What the Black Knights seek 'ere in the Night Ward is responsible for our current interruption of service?

... Intriguing.

If what you say is true then perhaps it is in everyone's best interest ta work together... Until the current crisis is averted, of course.

• Of course...

Ringing! Now then, I must press on this small matter of my compensation for my efforts.

Carlyle smiles a rotten toothy grin in your direction.

These Talons of Vengeance have proven ta be most vexing, stealin' souls that rightfully belong ta me... and The Taskmasters Office, of course. I ask that you only 'elp me deal with them before more profits are lost.

We both win: You gain in weakenin' your hated foe, while I retain possession of the souls which are rightfully mine.

Do we have a settlement upon our affairs?

• We do.

Splendid! I'll speak with Lord Lorn an' secure the audience you seek. Meanwhile, you deal with the Talon thieves and bring back the souls that are rightfully mine.

One addition. Know this, outsider. I do not take kindly to those whose deeds do not match their claims. If I smell betrayal at any point, you will suffer mightily.

The location of the meeting will favor Lorn and his Black Knights. I'll not dribble my wax any further for you than this. Prove yourself, and I'll consider adjustin' the boundaries of our association.

• You need not worry, Carlyle, everything is well in hand.

• Don't make me tell you twice.

Ask. Tell. It makes no difference ta me, outsider.

I'll secure you an audience with Lord Lorn, but you'd best mind your tongue wit' 'im, or he'll make certain it is removed along with your 'ead!

First, however, I require of you a favor in exchange for this... service.

• Betray me, Carlyle, and it will be your head at my feet.

Shrewd. I enjoy that.

I have a matter involvin' our shared enemy - The Talons of Vengeance. They 'ave seen fit ta steal souls, rightfully belongin' ta The Taskmasters Office, an' they're costin' us quite a bit of wax doin' it.

Now, unless I judged you wrong, I believe you would simply excel in sendin' them a message that lets them know just how unwelcome such behavior is.

Yes?

• Just tell me where to find them and I'll do your dirty work, Carlyle.

Delicious.

I'll speak with Lorn and secure you the audience you seek while you deal with the thieves an' bring me back my souls!

Just so there aren't any surprises, know this. The location of the meetin' will favor Lorn and 'is Black Knights. Even I cannot cultivate enough favor amongst 'im an' 'is Order ta say otherwise. It is, I'm afraid, the best that I can do.

• I'll worry about Lorn, you worry about me.

	Carlyle Doesn't Like You
	You threatened Carlyle into working for you and you gather that he didn't like that very much. Whether he can do anything about it is another story.

Briefing

It appears that Carlyle's honor has held, he has indeed arranged a meeting with Lorn. Character, understand that it would be unwise for you to mention me to Lorn. If you do it is unlikely he will listen to a single word you have to say. It would be best for you to tell him only what you know of the Talons and their plan to open the Eternal Prison. Anything more may jeopardize your life.

• Understood.

There is no guarantee that Lorn will listen to you. He has the entire Order to worry about and he likely believes that your concerns are well beneath his notice or care. Should he dismiss your words before they can be spoken then you must force the matter by calling a Trial by Steel. If you claim victory, then honor demands that your words be both spoken and heard.

• Right, Trial by Steel, got it.

Be careful, Character. My sword brothers will follow Lorn's orders without question. If the Talons have influence over him, his honor may be compromised.

When you are ready to head to the Black Knight encampment I will tell you the way.

• "I'm ready." (Enter Mission)

Briefing

Carlyle of the Taskmasters has convinced me that there is wisdom in granting you audience. Speak your wisdom then.

• (Explain the Talons' plot to open the Eternal Prison.)

Enough, Outsider. The Eternal Prison is impregnable and in no danger from the swords of the Furies or any other. I was wrong to trust Carlyle's forked tongue. Your words are empty and without wisdom.

• Listen to me, Lorn. It is folly to underestimate the Talons...

Listen to you?

Listen to YOU?!

Have you even listened to me?! Let alone your own ravings?!

This matter is done, I shall hear no more of it! Your welcome here is overstayed, Outsider. Be gone and do not speak your empty words to me again.

Take him / her away.

• I call for a Trial by Steel.

The Trial? Hmmmm, perhaps there is more wisdom in you than meets the eye, Outsider.

It seems Carlyle knows our ways better than I thought...

Very well! Though you are not a Knight of the Eternal Order I respect your wishes.

We shall see whether your words have any weight to them...

• Very well.

Who amongst my brave Knights shall face the Outsider?

• (Look silently amongst the Knights.)

Pendragon

Sir Pendragon, the honor is yours.

Prepare yourself, Outsider, and let the Trail of Steel begin.

• I am ready.

• Are there none who dare meet my challenge?

Pendragon

After Battle:

Go forth then, Outsider. If you are so eager to prove that these hellspawned snakewomen are a threat to my Knights or the Eternal Prison then go forth and do not return until you have proof.

• (Leave)

Briefing

I smell the brimstone on you, Outsider... But you're no Black Knight...

• One sent me to find you... Bedwyr.

Calling on my debt to him... fine... what's your quarry?

• The Talons of Vengeance, I need help tracking them down.

Talons, huh? Heh... You did right coming to me.

I've hunted Talons... Dangerous prey... But you want more than just to hunt them... Don't you?

• I believe they are planning on corrupting the Black Knights.

Black Knights... heh... Funny that. A contingent made out of their camp for the Vale not an hour ago.

If they aren't corrupted already, they soon will be. That siren song sings and fwip they'll turn on each other.

Turned my hounds on me ... I had to put 'em down. Only me and Three Jaguar's left...

I got no love for the Talons... and no love of the Vale either. This's your hunt... and I'll leave you to it.

• Fine, where did they go?

Some caves throughout the Vale... Talons all over this one.

Githredeon draws you a rudimentary map on a piece of hide.

I think it's some sort of nest... wouldn't go there if I were you.

Heh, but then again, I'm not, am I?

• No, you aren't. Thanks for the tip.

Briefing

This is most concerning, Character. The Black Knights appear to be working of their own free will, but are following orders from within. I do not know who is issuing these orders, but I do not recognize the hand that wrote this letter. The letter mentions that there are other Black Knights that are starting to question their orders from Lorn.

They are starting to see as I do and have grown concerned enough to do something about it. We must find them and rally them together at once, before Lorn declares them traitors and sends the rest of the order out to hunt them down. No doubt this is what the Talons seek.

I believe that if we can rally the Knights together then we can uncover the mastermind behind this sinister plot. Taskmaster Carlyle may yet again prove his worth. Seek him out and discover what he knows about the whereabouts of my sword brothers.

Briefing

Why, thank you, Character. I don't know what's happened, but the Black Knights have declared martial law over the Night Ward, and what's worse, they've fired the entire Taskmasters Office!

• That's unfortunate, but I need your help now.

Help? You need my help? Pah! If anyone needs help it's me! I'm nothing without my job, nothing I say!

• Help me and the Black Knights will leave.

Leave? What do you mean, leave? Like, forever?

Why, that would be dandy. What can I do?

• Some Black Knights abandoned the Order, help me find them.

Ah ha... I like how you think, Character. Start a bit of a war within their own ranks, eh? Quite clever...

• Carlyle, do you know or not?

Oh, of course I know! It pays to keep your ear close to the dirt I always say. But... how much is it worth to you?

• I just saved your life, how much is that worth to you?

I wasn't in any real danger...

Carlyle smiles at you and then frowns.

Alright! Fine, fine. You did save me from torture and a slow, rotting decay. Your goals are also in line with my own, at least, as far as either of us can tell...

I've heard that four well respected Knights have left the Order and are questing across the Night Ward, or some such rubbish. I have it whistled down here somewhere.

Carlyle pats at his pockets before smiling satisfactorily and producing a small wooden recorder which he places to his lips and blows through lightly. The device repeats the report made to him by one of his underlings.

Sir Lucane is in The City of Souls seeking the Animus Arcana.

Sir Emric and those loyal to him are rumored to have traveled into the earth beneath The Digs to fight the Talons of Vengeance.

Sir Agnan and his squire were last heard from awaiting audience with the Taskmaster's Office.

Carlyle lowers the recorder and smiles.

That's all that I've heard.

• That'll do Carlyle. That'll do.

Now stick up to your end of the bargain and undo this madness you Outsiders have plagued us with. First we can't make shipments, and now we've been downsized. The Taskmaster's Office will not get involved with a war, Character. The sooner one side or the other has the decency to die, the sooner things can get back to normal around here!

• Always a pleasure, Carlyle.

Go and find the Black Knights and get this over with. Until then, I'm finding myself a nice cozy place to lay low until this all blows over. I'd suggest you do the same, but you're the one who's got to fix this mess.

• Always a pleasure, really.