Introductions to the King

King Ceritic’s hall is approximately 15 meters long by 6 meters wide.
The roof is made of thatch and rises to 10 meters at the peak. The floor is
earthen with rushes. Banners with celtic Boars heads line the walls In the
center of the hall is a fire pit. Tables and Benches line the hall and a carved
wooden Throne sits at one end. The lighting is dim and the air smells of smoke
ale, whiskey, hound and human.  The
benches are occupied by various nobles and warriors of Ceritic's court most wearing
various torques and arm bands as visual signs of wealth. On the bench to the
left side of the Throne sits two men, the first, an older looking Druid the man
has white hair and a receding hairline with a long grey beard he wears robes
the color of wheat and has deep piercing eyes. A knarled staff rests against
the bench next to him and a sickle is strapped to his belt.  The Second an Armsmen blond hair and
mustache, he has the bearing of a man who has seen many battles; he wears a
green tunic and a kilt with a sword in a well worn scabbard at his belt. On the right side of the throne sit two man, one wears brown robes with a large cross hanging from a chain about his neck. The other looks like a younger version of the King himself, obviously an heir. Across
the room men joke and boast as harp strains come from a Bard in the corner. You
all await the Kings pleasure at the end of the hall, the wait is not long.
Ceritic slams his drinking cup against the arm of his chair and demands
silence.  He begins to speak in a strong
voice thick with a Scottish accent “Today, we have some new men and woman come
to pledge service. Normaly me wife Boddica would be here ter great them as
well, but she is being escorted by my some of my armsman around the land to bless
the crops this day, as is her duty. So, I choose not to wait, you will meat her
soon enough.  Saultim, bring forth the
learned” The old Druid stands leaning heavily on his staff, he clears his raspy
voice and speaks “Sire today I present to you a man and a woman from afar. The
woman travels here from Eire a new druid apprentice and an herbalist to seek
knowledge and learning. The man from far Persia a man learned in the Arcane
seeking the same” At the mention of the Arcane, the man in brown robes looks at
Rashied and frowns. The king looks to the Party and speaks “let the two come
forward” You lass, since this ol Druid here forgot ter give me yer names, who
are yeah, how did yeah come to be here, and what skills do yea bring to my
Kingdom?” "Liadan responds that she is an herb healer that has been lending her services to his people and is a new apprentice to Saultim. “And you Lad?” Rashied responds that he is a mage seeking knowledge “Very well, I am King Ceritic, King of Strathclyde I
seek to unite a land torn beset upon by savages, and carve out a land of peace
and prosperity a place of learning. As such, folk of learning be valued here.
You Lass, do you swear to share your knowledge and skills for the good of the
kingdom in exchange for the learning you will receive?” Liadan swears. “Then I in return offer
yea my protection. Take this armband as a symbol of our oath to each other.” He
hands her a silver armband with boars heads at the ends. “And you Lad, will you
swear to share what learning you may have in exchange for learning received and
nay to use your arcane skills to the detriment of the Kingdom, but rather for
its betterment?” Rashied finds it a fair arrangement and agrees. He hands him a similar silver armband .  I in return offer yea my protection. Take
this armband as a symbol of our oath to each other.” “Serve the Kingdom well,
and it will in return serve yeah, yeah may both step aside” 
The
king looks about the hall and shouts with a big grin, “Donal Mac Lugg git yer
golden tongued self up here” A handsome well dressed man with long golden
braids and a well groomed blond beard and mustache approaches the throne and
bows deeply. He speaks with a perfectly glear strong voice “How may I be of
service your Grace?” “Don’t you your grace me, yea ol charmer, bring yer new
student up ‘ere an give ‘er a proper introduction. Donal Speaks “Yes your
grace* He waves Hildrmaer up “It is my pleasure to introduce Hildrmaer
Jorrenson, a Skald of the northmen” “Welcome Lass, Bards be the keeper o’lore and
should be honored wherever they go. Song and Story be ever welcome in my hall.”
“ So a Skald of the Northman, yea nay be here as a spy to measure me strength
against a raid o’yer people?” Hildrmear dances the question a bit amusing the King. So how do yea come to be ‘ere?” Hildrmaer repeats her answer “Is it yer wish
to use yer gifts in service to my Kingdom? “ Hildrmaer answers to the affirmative and swears“Very well, then I King Ceritic, offer yea my
protection in return for yer service” He hands her an armband. Yea will find me
ter be a generous lord, yea may step aside.”
“Last but not least, I we seem to have some new armsmen. Fergus, bring
um up. “  The Armsmen with blond hair and
mustache sitting next to Saultim rises and approaches the throne. Waving Casius
and Roderik up to the throne “It seems to be a day of new recruits from afar
Cerdic. (You notice he does not use any honerifics) I have today two new
recruits, another Northman, this one a warrior known by the name Roderik  Ulfrsson and a Warrior from the land of the
Vandels who goes by the name Casiuis Albus. “ The king looks from Casius to
Roderik trying to take their measure from their appearance. “You lad” he says
to Roderik, I ask you the same question, how do I know your are no spy here to measure me strength
against a raid o’yer people?” Roderik swear by his gods. An how came yeah ter be ‘ere?” Very well, do yeah
then offer yer skill in battle in service ter me kingdom?” Do yea agree ter
acccept Fergus ‘ere as yer commander an Battle leader? Roderik agrees to all and swears “Then I King Ceritic, name yeah an armsman of
AlClut, I offer yea my protection in return for yer service, I also agree to see
yeah stay equipped in arms an armor as befits an Armsman of AlClut” He hands
him an armband.  “an yeah lad, looking at
Casius Is that a cross I see yeah wearing? “ Well know yeah this, I be no fan
o’the dead god. An why a man o’steel would choose you follow a god so weak as
to let himself be crucified by mere mortals is beyond me” The man in the brown
robes narrows his eyes at that.  “Be that
as it may as long as yeah nay stir up trouble, yer arm be more then welcome. Oi
got plenty O’christians in me land, but I won’t ‘ere any o’yer ours be the only
true god nonsense. All be welcome even followers o’da dead god as long as yeah
agree na ter force yer beliefs down me or me peoples throats. Kin yea agree ter
that? Casius states its not for him to Judge “ In that case do yea swear ter offer yer skill in battle in service ter me
kingdom?” Do yea agree ter acccept Fergus ‘ere as yer commander an Battle
leader? Casius swears to all “Then I King Ceritic, name yeah
an armsman of AlClut, I offer yea my protection in return for yer service, I also
agree to see yeah stay equipped in arms an armor as befits an Armsman of
AlClut” He hands him an armband.  All of
yeah remember yer oaths an….