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I, SYRIO LEESTI HAVE LIBERATED TROLLSBANE FROM DEMONS. AS THE NEW SUPREME RULER, I RENAME IT SYRIOBANE AND WELCOME ALL CITIZENS BACK.

A tall, copperskinned man with a waxed moustache and long braid sits on a deckchair upon the roof of the seahorse, his head tipped back as he drinks expensive wine from a goblet.

Walking down from the cave tae see the daemons orgis finds syrio shouting about something..

"hurr syrio yuu spent oo much time in da cave ommie? or yuu just habing da laughs?"

Orgis

Peers down over the roof of the seahorse, raising a copper hand in greeting, before waving his goblet, some red wine spilling onto his tattooed chest, flashing a smile.

'Welcome citizen! Join your leader for a drink?'

A short goblin walks up the the board, clutching a staff in his gnarled hands. He titters at the banner, shouting up at Syrio.

"Syrio! Yousks beinks in the wrong town...Grakir beinks Supreme Leader heresks! But, I willsks givinks yousks it if yousks givinks me some wine!"

He waves up to Syrio, awaiting an invitation...Still, he looks about carefully for demonic activity.

grins

"Meh nub beh orc ob dis rat hole... but meh tak da drink dat drinks"

grins again then heds for the bar

Gives a deep laugh, before straightening up from his leisurely position, and making a long sweeping motion with his left arm, shouting out.

'Come on up friends! We have much wine to test for demon poison!'

The black-robed goblin shaman turns to the orc, a grin across his face.

"Hmmm...Grakir havinks no problinks with helpinks Syriobane testinks the wine for poisonsks...What aboutsks you Orgis?"

He heads through the door and begins to walk slowly upstairs, his staff tapping as he levers himself up the ladders.

Bare feet lie on an expensive looking table as he leans back in his chair, tipping it back as he holds a goblet in one hand and a half-ful bottle of gynkesian wine in the other, a crate of wine a meter to his left. He runs his tongue over his white teeth and nods at the goblin, motioning him to take a seat.

'I'm sure a dual leadership could be arranged, loyal citizens.'

He drinks freely from the bottle, wine spilling down his chin and staining his chest, mixing with his dark blue tattooes.

Grins as the shaman appears

"hurr just da ting fur meh favoute ob slaves..."



Walks up wae the shaman wae a mean glint in his eyes...

*wanders over to shut the gate and steps out to look around briefly. A large banner catches her eye as she turns to reenter and anger fills her expression as she reads it.

"STUPID IDIOT!"*mutters harshly as she rips the banner from the wall and reenters the gatehouse, slamming the gate shut behind her and mumbles angrily to Fayne as she heads into the heart of the desolate town*

The goblin grins as he retrieves a golden chalice from his bag, it's stained red. He holds it infront of Syrio, gesturing for him to fill it. He sits down, shaking slightly, using his staff as an aid.

"Yousks beinks drunken Supreme Ruler Syrio...Why yousks not havinks guardsks, surely the town willsks arrest you...Still, if yousks havinks wine, perhapsks they joininks yousks too..."

He waits for the goblet to be returned, but while he does so he turns to face Orgis.

"White Skull Orgis...Yousks makinks sure Shaman beinks safe. Demonsks and town-rulersks never seeminks to like him. Still...it beinks nice to be up heresks again, beinks it not?"

Grins a wild grins as the shaman gies syrio the cup and hearing the leaders words

"hurr nub daemon gets yuu while meh beh alives shamans...hurr very nice ib yuu ask meh might vist dis spot mure oftens..."

Grins his wild grin and continues gesturing syrio tae drink up...

*steps quietly into the doorway, and as her adjust to the light they rest on the drinking figures. securing a smile on her lips as she steps forward with one hand resting on the hilt of a sword that emits a blue glow and a muffled crackling sound, while from her other hip hangs a sword with more of a redorange glow*

"having a party and forgot to invite your new Archduchess?"

sees the new Archduchess and grins...

"greebas joxia... weh ahb plenty...speail wines.... yuu wunt sume?"

sits back and grins at the women[/b]

He looks nervously over to Joxia, before smiling reassuringly at her, and raising his empty goblet.

"To the New Archduchessks! This party beinks for everyonesks...Grakir sure yousks would like to join in, the Gynk wine beinks good, I'd know...If I havinks tried some..."

The goblin grins, revealling his teeth, offering a chair to the Joxia beside the imbibed Syrio. He winks before continuing...

"It seeminks our host havinks drunk too much...This beinks Supreme Leadersks Syrio, apparentlysks. He givinks us wine, so we not questioninks much."

Shaman Grakir looks towards the swords, before shaking his head sadly.

"This notsks goinks to be a friendly party, is itsks?"

Raises his head and straightens up at the woman's entrance, flashing her a white smile as he absently pours some more wine into his goblin companion's glass.

'Good day, noble citizen. Welcome to Syriobane.. here take a seat. A supreme leader needs concubines.'

He waves a hand in the direction of the stone floor beside him, winking at her before crossing his ankles on the table, tipping back his head and pouring the contents of another bottle of expensive wine over his head, soaking his dark hair with rich red wine.

A wooden board has been nailed into the east gate wall under the banner.

Syrio has been overthrown.

Yet again, a small black ink marking has been scribbled diagonally at the bottom right edge of the wooden board.

All hail Dantagon.

- Blake

"A man nails a board to Dantagons.."

Syriobane!

A small goblin strings a parchment to the board, before running off quickly...

I thinkinks I prefered it when Syrio beinks in charge...He notsks a blaspheminks, shaman insultinks, cowardsks like Dantagon.

~Unsigned~