#rivervale_lodge

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Going Live from PBEM

“I do not doubt Mountain Emmit’s abilities in this matter. Emmit, we have been doing something of an inventory; between Arthek and I, we have strengths in Primal and Legerdemain, and some other skills in Pyretics and Chicanery. I believe I may only know some of your skills, and Arthek likely knows nothing of them.”

Sylvi nods to Emmit and then goes to take a position somewhere near her mother. She watches the proceedings seriously.

Emmit nods, "Well, with some modesty, I'm good at quite a few arts.... Soothsay, Chicanery..." A cough "Naming."

Brekke watches Arthek for his reaction at that last one.

Arthek raised a brow, "And you DeBukes kept this to yourself?"

"I'm here and telling you about it, aren't I?" Emmit says

The Unseelie Hearth grunts but lets it slide

“And so you see...among us, we have some strengths. And as the others will help evacuate whichever lodge is attacked, I believe we have a chance to succeed.”

“Um....”. Sylvi raises her hand. “I need to say something....”

Dagmar coughs and looks at Sylvi.

Kerri looks at Sylvi with a bit of a frown. Her daughter should know better than to interrupt this sort of discussion.

A bit of an eyebrow from Brekke, but she nods. “Yes?”

Siv has that nervous look

Sylvi looks back at Dagmar, bites her lip a moment, then takes a breath. “Some of us won’t be able to help with the evacuation. We...we have a plan. But I can’t tell you what it is.”

Brekke frowns. “A plan?”
Kerri is clearly caught between surprise and a fatalistic recognition of the inevitability of the situation. “Sylvi....”

Sylvi’s chin goes up. “Yes. A plan.”

Brekke looks at Emmit. “Do you know of this?”

"Nope. But I can't say I'm surprised" He says

Siv says "I'll help with the evacuation, we have two ships. We can get a lot of folks."

Brekke doesn’t look completely convinced. “Who is involved in this plan?”

“Well...I don’t want to say too much. But it’s me and Dagmar and Gerd, and some of the others in the barony...and outside of it, too.”

“Mm.” Brekke is still frowning. “I do not like this.”

Arthek says "You seem to have trouble keeping your wilders in line." Then a smile breaks "Same with us. Little idiots are always getting into trouble. "

"We want to help." Stubborn jaw-jut.

Brekke glowers a bit at Arthek’s first comment, but then sighs. “And you will not tell us what it is?”

"Can't, not won't."

Sylvi shakes her head.

Siv says "Mum... Sylvi's ... speaking for us all. Even me whos not going. It's our home too, and we .. well, it could be any lodge that gets attacked."

"So we're just playing the odds unless we take action" A nod to Sylvi

“It is not your job to confront this dragon, if that is what you are thinking. It will not work.”

Snort.

Sylvi shakes her head again. “Not confronting Skallstrike, but...”. A glance at Dagmar, then back to the three who will go to fight him. “I can’t really say anything more.

“Mind yourself, Dagmar,” Kerri says sternly.

Jaw-jut.

"We know we can't fight the dragon, and it sucks."

"But we can help. We got the Lance, didn't we?"

Olgar scratches his chin, not pleased, but listening

Brekke hesitates, then reluctantly nods. “You did.”

Brekke looks to Kerri and Olgar. “Your thoughts?”

"Support...." Frank clears his throat. "I support them."

Kerri frowns. “I think they’re trying to do something they shouldn’t. I don’t like it. And I don’t like that they’re keeping it a secret.”

Brekke looks to Frank, eyebrows raised. “Hm.” She considers this, looking at the wilder girls again.

Sylvi looks just as stubborn as Dagmar. “I’m only saying something so you’re not relying on us to be somewhere we can’t be. But we’re not asking for permission. We need to do this.”

"We aren't keeping it a secret - we're telling you we're on a mission. Just not giving out classified details."

Brekke listens quietly, frowning.

"Easy, young lady," This to his daughter, "And the fact whatever this is requires us being left out is shady is all"

"You think we'd be doing this for FUN? This is OUR home. OUR Lodge. Ain't gonna let some asshole dragon ruin it."

“That is enough.” Kerri says to both of them.

Sylvi clamps her lips shut, but stares defiantly at her mother.