Post by sofia on Mar 5, 2009 12:08:27 GMT -5
(10:36:27) ~Storyteller~ : ~From the distance a sleek ship of exotic design draws nearer to the tiny kingdom's small docks. The vessel is long and sleek, fast, powered by many pairs of oars swiftly wielded till she comes into the docks and is swiftly tied off~
(10:41:31) ~Storyteller~ is at the Harbor, and says to ALL: ~What follows is orderly and precise, a well-timed and well-rehearsed routine watched over by a veiled figure with luminous dark eyes. Several small crates are unloaded, passed from hand to hand. They bear many items within, from sweet honeys to dried fruits and preserves, among other small and sundry items. Two lads of perhaps ten and twelve are each given a scroll concealed within a sealed tube. "This one must go to Her Majesty, and that one...that must go to the blacksmith." The words pass in a strange and soft foreign tongue, then the boys nod and sprint off~
(10:50:45) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~The two lads sprint the distance up the hill and along the main path to the castle. Stopping at the courtyard they stop before the guards and offer deep bows, heads respectfully bent low, then straighten and show the guards the tubes of sealed messages. "Queen"...one lad points to one tube, carefully pronouncing the word in an unfamiliar language. "Black...smit'"...and teh guard nods..."aye lads, her majesty gets that one, and the blacksmith gets that one" The guard confirms. He then takes the tubes and thanks the boys dismissing them to hurry back toward the ship~
(10:52:39) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~The guard hollers for Millie and Mollie, who come hurrying. Hearing where they are to be delivered, they turn to each other wide eyed, the same thought dawning....then they giggle, and hurry to their destinations. Mollie soon arrives at the queen's door, and taps softly, while Millie makes her way to the blacksmith's door*
(10:56:14) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~Meanwhile, in the hall the few crates arrive, and are passed into the great hall. Here they are opened by the fierce-looking and exotic dark sailors, large jars of fine workmanship being carefully lifted out of straw and set to the floors. Two contain honey delicate and sweet, another two each dates and figs and dried apricots. One contains smaller vessels of a delicate sweet rosepetal preserve, another filled with fine dried tea leaves, while a final two contain preserved lemons, bright and sweet in their rich liquid~
(10:59:16) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~At the last minute, a sailor comes hurrying u with a final crate, which had nearly been forgotten. This contained two jars each of almonds and raisins~
(11:07:04) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: The jars themselves are works of art, being perhaps eighteen inches tall by nearly a foot diameter, with a tightly-fit lid. Here the expertise of craftsmanship showed subtly, in the tight secure fit. The outsides are in shades of blues and whites, beautiful curling vines and scrollwork. Surprisingly, they are heavy and solid, built also to be sturdy and useable. The foreign sailors look a moment in appreciation, then take all the mess and head back toward the ship, leaving only the jars behind. They waste no time returning, reboarding teh vessel with relief~
(11:08:09) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~The sealed message tubes, meanwhile, are slipped just inside their respective doors, leaving the two maids burning with curiosity~
(10:41:31) ~Storyteller~ is at the Harbor, and says to ALL: ~What follows is orderly and precise, a well-timed and well-rehearsed routine watched over by a veiled figure with luminous dark eyes. Several small crates are unloaded, passed from hand to hand. They bear many items within, from sweet honeys to dried fruits and preserves, among other small and sundry items. Two lads of perhaps ten and twelve are each given a scroll concealed within a sealed tube. "This one must go to Her Majesty, and that one...that must go to the blacksmith." The words pass in a strange and soft foreign tongue, then the boys nod and sprint off~
(10:50:45) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~The two lads sprint the distance up the hill and along the main path to the castle. Stopping at the courtyard they stop before the guards and offer deep bows, heads respectfully bent low, then straighten and show the guards the tubes of sealed messages. "Queen"...one lad points to one tube, carefully pronouncing the word in an unfamiliar language. "Black...smit'"...and teh guard nods..."aye lads, her majesty gets that one, and the blacksmith gets that one" The guard confirms. He then takes the tubes and thanks the boys dismissing them to hurry back toward the ship~
(10:52:39) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~The guard hollers for Millie and Mollie, who come hurrying. Hearing where they are to be delivered, they turn to each other wide eyed, the same thought dawning....then they giggle, and hurry to their destinations. Mollie soon arrives at the queen's door, and taps softly, while Millie makes her way to the blacksmith's door*
(10:56:14) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~Meanwhile, in the hall the few crates arrive, and are passed into the great hall. Here they are opened by the fierce-looking and exotic dark sailors, large jars of fine workmanship being carefully lifted out of straw and set to the floors. Two contain honey delicate and sweet, another two each dates and figs and dried apricots. One contains smaller vessels of a delicate sweet rosepetal preserve, another filled with fine dried tea leaves, while a final two contain preserved lemons, bright and sweet in their rich liquid~
(10:59:16) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~At the last minute, a sailor comes hurrying u with a final crate, which had nearly been forgotten. This contained two jars each of almonds and raisins~
(11:07:04) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: The jars themselves are works of art, being perhaps eighteen inches tall by nearly a foot diameter, with a tightly-fit lid. Here the expertise of craftsmanship showed subtly, in the tight secure fit. The outsides are in shades of blues and whites, beautiful curling vines and scrollwork. Surprisingly, they are heavy and solid, built also to be sturdy and useable. The foreign sailors look a moment in appreciation, then take all the mess and head back toward the ship, leaving only the jars behind. They waste no time returning, reboarding teh vessel with relief~
(11:08:09) ~Storyteller~ is somewhere in the Castle, and says to ALL: ~The sealed message tubes, meanwhile, are slipped just inside their respective doors, leaving the two maids burning with curiosity~
