Log: Somewhere I Belong

Cesran is walking through the Arena District and he has his staff with him. Ral-sara wrinkles her nose, "It always stinks here, like old BO and stale beer." Cesran chuckles and shhhs his staff as she gets some looks. "I had a delivery to make, you know belts of strength are popular items."

Speaking of, an oruch decked out in magical items, some shiny and new, some less so, comes around the corner. Gragnar has been absent from the adventuring scene for a while, but seems to be strutting his stuff in his new duds, a pair of robes cut for easy, unrestricted movement. He seems at home in the district, partly because their smells match so well.

Ral-sara coughs a little bit as Gragnar comes around the corner, "Ugh...did someone kill a skunk?" The staff complains and Cesran shushes her and taps the end of the staff on the ground, "Ral-sara you don't even have a sense of smell..." The staff rolls her eyes and ughs, "Yes I do, although I wish I hadn't." Cesran shakes his head a little bit. "Next you will want to really get married."

Gragnar stops, glancing at Cesran and the staff. He squints, coming closer. He lets out a hearty laugh. "Aha! I've hearda dis. It's... uh..." He frowns. "Ventrilo... Yeah, Ventrilo!" He smiles proudly at (incorrectly) remembering the word, showing his broken tusk. "Voice-throwin'"

Cesran turns towards Gragnar, "Uh oh." Ral-sara's head turns towards Gragnar, 'What did you say? I am not some trick or some act you smelly piece of..." "Ral-sara! That's enough." Cesran says as he gives the staff another tap on the ground. He smiles at Gragnar, "I'm sorry for her outburst, she's rather opinionated, but she's not some trick of ventriloquism. She is a living and sentient staff."

Gragnar laughs a bit, but when Cesran explains that it's not a trick, he stops, and leans in, considering the staff. "Huh," he says, and leans back, scratching his cheek. "Dey make dose?" he wonders. "Ain't dat sumthin'." He seems to finish considering, and turns back to Cesran. "You have a very rude staff. If it had arms, I'd challenge it ta a fight."

It's right about now that Fiore steps out of the fire lodge, finishing up a tankard and handing it back to the barkeep inside of the bar. "Yeah yeah. You know I'm good for it." The ridiculously tall woman says as she stands up to her full height. Many people step out of her way, but she seems to be more wary of them, than they are of her.

Ral-sara's dragon head leans on and she blows her breath at Gragnar, "Boo!" She laughs as Cesran lets out a sigh and shakes his head. "Yes it's rather difficult, but it's well worth it. Most of the time." He chuckles a bit, "Trust me it's not worth it. I couldn't let you fight her she is my staff under my care." He reaches up to pinch Ral-sara's muzzle shut before she can stick out her tongue. The staff's head wiggles a little bit trying to get free before Cesran lets her go, "Be good." He looks over at Fiore as she comes out as she's hard to miss.

Gragnar glances to Fiore, raising a broad hand in greeting, then turns his attention back to the staff. "Seen the real thing," he lies. "A dragon head made out o' wood don't scare me." He turns back to Cesran. "I won't break your staff just because /it's/ being' rude."

Hearing the commotion, Fiore walks over and kneels down to look at the staff. "I've always wondered something about talking staffs. If you twirl them around enough, do they puke? And if they do? Do they puke wood chips?"

Cesran nods, "Well the dragon head is made out of some rare crystal, the wood is living darkwood, thus giving her sentience along with some magical spells I laid until the staff when I created it. It's the tradition of where I was trained that when a wizard reaches a certain level of power they construct their own staff, the rarer the materials used to make it and the more difficult it is to get them the more prestige you bring yourself." He laughs, "No she just complains loudly."

Gragnar considers, scratching his cheek a bit more, much of the talk about magical staffcraft going straight over his head, and he doesn't seem inclined to reach for it. His ignorance, while not exactly cherished, is comfortable. "Don't have much control over personality, huh?" he wonders.

Fiore says, "I dunno. You should let me twirl it around for a while, then hold it over a mulch pile to see if it pukes up wood chips." She then chuckles a bit. "I also notice it's not talking any more. maybe my thought rings true." She says poking the staff playfully."

Cesran shakes his head, "No much like children you can't control their personality only hope to guide it." He says as he gives he back of Ral-sara's head a gentle rub. The staff huffs, "No, I just choose not to speak sometimes. I don't eat so I can't puke."

Gragnar chuckles a bit. "You said it's a requirement of an orda? Lookin' ta get into one myself."

Fiore tilts her head at Gragnar. "What order are you looking to get into?" She says softly to Gragnar, before she looks to the staff. "ah well."

Cesran smiles, "Not an order, a school, the academy of sages. In the Jade Islands the academy is still strong, unlike here were they have been replaced by the Society of Progress Arcanists."

"Orda of Righteous Battle," Gragnar says, making a fist in front of his face, grinning. "It's a monk order of Angoron."

Fiore says, "Looking for someone to recruit you into the order, or something?" She says to Gragnar.

Cesran nods, "Well I know there are plenty of them around here, they are pretty popular. I'm sure if you hang around here there is someone that can help you, maybe go check out the arena."

"Ya know someone?" Gragnar wonders. "Well, ah spend enough time here. I just sorta recently found out dere was even an order for dat kinda thing."

Fiore smiles to Cesran, but then looks to Gragnar.....turning to her side. "Or you could just ask me." She says showing her left shoulder. The Maul of Angoron

Gragnar double-takes at that, and beams, clapping Fiore on the shoulder. "Ahah! Excellent. IS there some test?" he wonders.

Cesran nods, "Or you could ask her." He asks as he leans on his staff. "See I told you if you hung out around here you'd find someone."

Fiore shaks head head. "Devote yourself to Angoron, fight honorably and in the spirit of Angoron.....and to protect the innocent and those weaker than yourself. That is all."

Gragnar laughs at that, beaming. "Easy!" he declares, crossing his arms across his chest. "I already have been. The monk who visited my tribe was a follower of Angoron, I learned from him."

Fiore smiles. "There ya go." She says clapping him on the shoulder with her left hand. "Then you have nothing to worry about."

Cesran aws a little bit, "It's that simple huh? I was hoping I'd get to see some hazing." He says teasingly.

Gragnar laughs a little, clapping Cesran on the shoulder. "Ask any of my adventurin' companions, they can vouch for me."

Fiore chuckles a bit. "There is no hazing. No need for hazing. We will mess up and do silly things to each other all the time. I imagine you might have a few question though."

Cesran nods, 'I suppose I can vouch for you, if not the adventure's guild can."

Gragnar considers the question of questions for a moment. "Are there specific rules ta follow? Conditions?" he wonders.

Fiore says, "Don't kill unless you absolutely have to, and they give you no other choice. Use every advantage you possibly can in fighting. If there are rules, do not break them. A battle is as much mental as it is physical." She then smiles and brings her fist in front of her face. "but my own personal rule......."bullies will learn that there is always someone bigger, stronger, smarter.....and more dangerous.""

Cesran nods, "Good rules to live by in any case whether you are part of the order or not."

Fiore points to Cesran. "Definitely. And order is what all monks live by."

Gragnar considers the rule against killing, nodding, but smiles the more the girl talks. He makes a similar gesture to Fiore with his fist. "An punish cheaters," he says with an almost wicked grin.

Fiore says, "Bullies are the same as cheaters."

Fiore adds. "I am Fiore, of the Order of Righteous Battle." She doesn't hold out her hand.....but holds out her fist.

Cesran nods, "And I am Cesran and this is my staff Ral-sara." The staff nods politely, "It is a good code. How come you don't have one Cesran?" The wizard hmms, "I do, it's just to try to do good."

Gragnar mirrors the gesture. "Gragnar, of the Broken Tusk."

Fiore chuckles. "Welcome, Gragnar, to the order." She then looks down....way down, to Cesran. "and toothpick. You looks small enough to be one." She says looking to Ral-sara. She then chuckles. "Sorry Ral-Sara. And greetings to you, Cesran."

Gragnar beams. "May we meet next in the arena." That item off his checklist, he nods politely to them both and, taking a look around, heads to the bar Fiore just left, raising a hand as he goes to celebrate a personal victory.

Cesran waves to Gragnar, "See you later, if you ever need any magical items come find me." Ral-sara huffs a bit, but she does reply, "It's nice to meet you too." Cesran nods his own greeting, "Thank you and yes it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."