> SELECTED: Clearly the standard Cantonian protocol surrounding duels will not avail you here. When in Cathagi… you step forward almost to the foot of the Aeltin longtable and take a deep breath. “URSEN!!!” [Hearty]>Heir of Ursen Amulet will automatically grant a combat re-roll for the duel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKkL7DfoE3U&ab_channel=Danheim - Challenge in the Great HallYou have seen enough of the men from Norsikaa to know that waiting on etiquette and the proper forms of challenges in Canton will not avail you here. To get their attention, let alone their respect, you will need to do something truly bold.
As you step forward into the hall proper the token you wear around your neck trembles. It is an Aeltin amulet of Aeltin wood imbued with less than a fraction of the power of the Lord of Bears you held an audience with in the northern Fallavon glades, perhaps it is responding to the presence of the longtable carved from Aeltin wood. Who can truly claim to know how the unseelie responds to the unseelie, even across seas and continents.
Centuries ago, before the Book of Brothers was writ and your ancestors Andrei were but another clan rather than a noble house, your people swore fealty to the demigod Ursen and his domain in what would later become known as Ardenne and Romaine. While your kinsmen are now a pious and righteous people, ardent followers of the One True Faith, the Old Ways have never been entirely forgotten. Your people remember the old traditions, such as leaving out token honeycomb tributes on a night of Twin Sisters. They remember the favour of their patron, to grant strength and endurance in times of violence. And they certainly remember the aeons old battlecry.
<span class="mu-i">“URSEN!!!”</span> Your roar carries across the great hall and echoes up to the rafters with all the defiant fury of an Andrei war chieftain of old.
The calamitous noise of the great hall of the Norsikaan cohort crumples into deathly silence. You can only imagine the expressions on the dozen or so sword sisters gathered at the hall entrance behind you. Certainly the slave you arrived here with clearly wants to be <span class="mu-i">anywhere</span> else other than standing right next to you. One glance at the murderous stares of several hundred hardened Norsikaan fighters leaves you somewhat sympathetic to the feeling.
<span class="mu-i">“Now that I have your attention…”</span> You glimpse several dozen hands reaching for several dozen weapons. You click a finger at the slave interpreter. <span class="mu-i">“You, translate! Now that I have your attention, I bid you listen closely...”</span>
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