<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Wlady200px.png)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: gabriola;">Wladyzlaw Medvyed</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054889)<br/>LG Human Cavalier (Courtly Knight)<br/><em>low-light vision</em><br/><strong>Init:</strong>+1;<strong>Hp:</strong>12/12;<strong>Challenge SLA</strong>: 1/1<br/><strong>AC</strong>20 (touch 11, flat-footed 19);<strong>Fort</strong>+4,<strong>Ref</strong>+1,<strong>Will</strong>-1<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Common<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Wladyzlaw had spent most of the hour at the tavern conferring with Timofei and Saruma about the lands south of Brevoy. In the end he couldn't glean anything more than that it seemed like a vile and treacherous land full of villains, wild beasts and terrible monsters. Which suited him just fine. It was after all what he had hoped for in this adventure. A chance to make his own name rather than ride coattails on that of his father's. Even the name was endearing to him; The Stolen Lands. And here he was, about to become the vanguard of the efforts to retake it for his regent. To say that he was excited for the endeavor ahead was an understatement.<br/><br/>Once the hour drew near to its end they made their way to the city hall, which Wladyzlaw noted was relatively abuzz with activity. It was a strange mix of people that had gathered, both of racial and cultural diversity. He was confident though, having been raised to bridge these kinds of differences. He was fairly certain he could even talk a goblin into cooperation, if the goblin spoke enough Taldan to understand and be understood that was. Otherwise it was generally a waste of time to be parlaying with the little scamps. He barely had the time to introduce himself to anyone however as they were quickly corralled to draw straws of all things. It wasn't exactly as prestigious as he had first imagined it. It seemed rather... common. Like they were being allotted to teams in a tournament melee. He wrinkled his nose at the spectacle but drew a straw nonetheless, noting the green colored tip. The Green Belt.<br/><br/>He turned to face the others and it didn't take long for him to find the other candidates. Four in all, out of which he seemed to faintly recognize all. There was Saruma of course, who had enjoyed his father's sponsorship throughout most of her life and was a Master of Hunt in House Medvyed. Then there was a gnome, who he couldn't quite place in memory, although for some reason he thought of pink when he saw her. The human male looked like a fine Rostlander to be sure and carried himself like a noble, so it was quite safe to assume he was from House Lebeda, although he could swear he had met him at some event involving a lot of drinks and possibly a brawl. Hopefully they had both been on the same side. Then there was the young human woman, who only needed to be to make herself announced. While certainly beautiful she was without a trace of a doubt a Tiger Lord. Again there was something familiar about her face that struck him like a nail in the back of his head.<br/><br/>And there was of course Wladyzlaw himself, clad in the rather modest style of the Medvyedian line. Modest that was in cut rather than material. The simple tunic and hoses were still luxurious and well made, lined with beautiful patterns and stitching. His high polished boots looked like they had never known the touch of mud and his travelers cloak was far too clean and decorated with far too much mink to be properly called such. He was clearly a noble, but one could still glean from the rather rustic and simple cut of his clothes that he came from the House nestled in the middle of the Gronzi forest. As the barbarian woman spoke his face split up in a wide smile as he stepped up and took her hand in a strong firm shake. He had accompanied his father enough on his emissary missions to know that the Tiger Lords didn't much appreciate the flair of Brevoy courtly greetings with their flourishes and whatnot.<br/><br/>"Well met indeed, Sophia! Seems we are all bound for the Green Belt no?" He turned to face the others as well, beaming with a sort of enthusiasm that seemed to permeate his surroundings. He clicked the heels of his boots twice and bowed at the waist, a common mode of greetings among the knights of the realm. "Sir Wladyzlaw Stanislawicz Medvyed, at your service."