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Post by Robin of Loxley on Mar 15, 2009 7:37:03 GMT -5
He dropped his raised hand and the countless number of people moved forward.... it was happenning... it was gratifying.. yet terrifying at the same time.....
There were so many.... so many men, women & children, all looking for a new life.
He pulled Gerrad aside...
"Stay by my side my friend... i need you now , more than ever afore...."
He wondered of Dream, of Elissa and Thomas, and chose to send a missive by pigoen....
My dearest Dream,
Nae loose faith in me.... i am coming home to ye... four days hence...
I should be within yer arms again..... i know that it has been a lifetime for ye.... as it has been fer me....
But a moment can be captured again..... it takes just a whisper on a breeze..... listen close and you'll hear the breeze..
I love ye
Robin of Loxley
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Post by Dream Loxley on Mar 15, 2009 11:29:25 GMT -5
She could not recall the exact day, or mayhaps it was not a decision made, simply an act less often thought of or indulged in. The short walk to see if word had come through......the friendly, warm social banter she shared with the pigeon master on a day to day basis, it had proved fruitless and as such she had deemed it an unnecessary task, for it only gave her more pain to be told Nae......Nae M'Lady still nae a word from him. She could not recall the time she had decided not to keep faith in him either, that had probably come on very slowly, a gradual sense of nothing, no hope, no faith, it helped her to cope with the loss, for she had thought him gone from her, lost to her......so very often.
He had asked her to have faith in him.....to believe he would return......and yet, he had not sent word, no message, no letter.......nothing for so long now, it pained her to think he could not, or would not.......unless he was dead. She had dared to think this .....and yet she had always believed she would know.....something. Somehow she believed she would know if he had passed from this earth, but she did not.....could not......or would not. That would be too final and too hard to even contemplate in truth. The notion that he was imprisoned, tortured, bound and in pain was also too much to bear.......and yet, if he were able, then why had he not sent word......contacted her somehow. Whatever way she looked at it, there was no sense nor reason to any of it anymore.....and she was so very tired of waiting, hoping.....longing.....so tired of the heartache, the worrying....the pain. Always there was pain, every memory brought pain, after the initial glow of the image retrieved, the words spoken, the time spent together, after that comfort, then pain was there again. So it was easier to try and forget him rather than continue with the pain of keeping faith, keeping hope.......keeping loving him.
The pigeon master found her walking towards the stables, he was out of breath for he had almost run through the courtyard, waving the small insignificant note within his old and calloused hand.
"M'Lady......M'Lady.......'tas come......Sir Robin......I have it here......M'Lady!"
Dream stopped in her tracks, a frown furrowed her brow deeper than ever before, how could this be.....dare it be true.....she shook her head and then realised how rude she appeared towards the kindly old man who had obviously assumed her delight in receiving word from her long lost Husband. Somehow she found a smile for him, finding it hard to breath as she imagined what would be inside the message, she fumbled within her pocket and found a coin to place into his palm. Words would not come, for her emotions were running high and overpowering her momentarily. All she could do now was smile again, take the message and walk backwards before turning away from him. For what seemed an age she simply held it in her hand, looking at the parchment, almost willing the words to leap out and speak to her. She was so afraid of what she may find within it. After all this time......she was afraid.
She took several deep breathes in and let them out slowly, her fingers were trembling as she broke the seal with a soft crack. Then she unfolded the small piece of parchment that contained so few words......
My dearest Dream,
Nae loose faith in me.... i am coming home to ye... four days hence...
I should be within yer arms again..... i know that it has been a lifetime for ye.... as it has been fer me....
But a moment can be captured again..... it takes just a whisper on a breeze..... listen close and you'll hear the breeze..
I love ye
Robin of Loxley
Had she had not been near enough to the stables, perhaps her legs would have buckled beneath her then as she read the words......she leaned against the wooden structure and closed her eyes. Listening as so often she had done in the past.....the breeze washed over her face.....she tried so hard to hear before she began to sob. She buried her face into the parchment and sobbed, overwhelmed by the mere thought of him returning home.......something she had so long been denied.
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Mar 15, 2009 14:58:40 GMT -5
*It was Millie that had come rushing through the hallways to get her. And she had been about to speak to her most sternly about flying through with nae a regard for any in her path as the lass stopped right in front of her, and half out of breath mentioned of the lady Dream being at the stables, and crying as iffen her life was about to end. For a moment it seemed as if time stood still for her. She had seen her friend carry her grief quietly. She had seen her chose life slowly over the death of constant grief. She saw her tend to her children. But nae in months had she seen tears flow openly.
Worry filled her like water from a well, and she rushed in Millie's wake, she herself now barreling through the hallways and into the courtyard with unbecoming haste. And when she saw ye for herself... she stopped. She simply stopped and hesitated as to how to go forth. What news could have brought forth such a tidewave of tears, except... quickly she made the sign of the cross and offered up a silent prayer for Robin's soul before aproaching, with nae a word. For there be things that nae words be suitable for.*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Mar 20, 2009 4:58:09 GMT -5
Waves of emotions clouded her judgment, halted her very being as she tried to stop them, images, fears, worries of the future, the past, and even worries of this moment battled within her mind, threatening to overcome her again. She took in a deep breath, releasing is slowly in an attempt to calm herself, continuing to do this as her heart beat became more regular, her breathing calmer, her body had stopped convulsing with sobs and finally her eyes ceased to weep tears of both joy and fear.
It took several more moments before she found composure enough to realise you were there, close at hand, ready to aid her in any given circumstance as always. The letter was now rather crumpled within her tightly closed fist but she was quick to notice the fear and anxiety within your own eyes. She stood straight and looked to you as she began to shake her head from side to side. Her words a mere whisper as her throat was dry from crying.
"Ohhh my friend....nae.......nae....'tis nae as ye think.......my Robin 'tis.....'tis......"
She could not find the words or they simply could not be spoken, for so long she had denied them even thought of them lest it would not be true. She stepped forward, her hand seeking yours as she found a light smile to relieve your fears.
"The letter......'tas come at last....he returns M'Lady.......but.......I.....nae...I can nae."
Tears played within her eyes almost tumbling forth once again as she bowed her head towards you.
"How can he e'er forgive me......I did nae keep faith.....I could nae......so long.....time....'tas made my heart cold.....how may I face him now......he shall know I did nae believe his promise.....he shall know I failed him."
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Post by Gerrad on Mar 21, 2009 7:31:32 GMT -5
Gerrad watched Robin closely… His leader was unpredictable, vague at best and had an illness he himself could not fathom.
The day started the same way it had for months…. He awoke with Robin standing over him with a sword in his hand, being scrutinized intensely
“Who are ye?”…. Robin demanded curiously
Gerrad sighed and replied calmly
“I am Gerrad and I be thy second in command of the Rangers of Windstorm
Gerrad waited for the usual response, but was surprised when Robin replied “And who are all those people yonder” pointing to the main encampment some distance away
“They are the people we are taking with us home to Windstorm M’Lord Robin… ye know.. the ones we saved from tyranny” he replied slowly.
Gerrad was confused…. Robin had a clarity about him that he had not seen for months
“Then best we get them there eh Gerrad… give the orders and make it happen c’mon c’mon hasten yer self. There be no time to lose”
Gerrad stood in shock and just looked at Robin then asked the question.. “and who might ye be, that gives such an order M’Lord” to which Robin replied
“Iffn yer me second in command Gerrad….. that would mean that I am the one in charge… which means that I have just given ye an order which really should be carried out."
Gerrad smiled and motioned to a ranger standing some distance away, who had been watching them both closely.
When he stood in front of him, Gerrad said “break camp … we are going home
The Ranger looked at him and then shot a glance at Robin…
“Really Gerrad?”
“Aye really .. get a move on”
Gerrad oversaw the preparations as best he could without straying too far from Robin and when all was ready he went to him.
“All is ready Robin ye should go to the front and give the signal to move forwards”
He rode next to Robin to the lead of the column and watched as he dropped his hand and the mass of people move forward.
Then Robin turned to him..
"Stay by my side my friend... I need you now, more than ever afore...."
Gerrad watched as his leader wrote a missive and sent it, then rode by his side for the passing of two hours. Still Lord Robin seemed well
A young lad arrived and replaced Robin’s water flask. Robin took a hefty swig and placed it in his saddle bag acknowledging the lad with a nod.
It was about half the passing of an hour when Gerrad noticed the change in his Leader. His concentration was gone, he looked confused and lost.
“Are ye alright Robin”
“Aye I be fine and who are ye ter be askin such"
“I am Gerrad….. I am your friend Robin”
Gerrad moved his horse alongside Robins and slipped an arm around his shoulder… waiting for the inevitable.
Within minutes Gerrad was breaking his leaders fall as they hit the ground…
He gripped Robin tightly as the tall, strong man shook in convulsions before becoming deathly still.
Gerrad cursed everyone and every thing as he sat in the dirt checking to see if his friend and leader was still alive. He was…
It was just another day for him….
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Post by Simon on Mar 22, 2009 5:27:03 GMT -5
A small set of hands shook with anticipation and fear as spoon after spoon of poison was ladelled into the water bottle.
By rights, the tall man should be dead by now, or so at least he was told by his employer the King. But the man wouldn't stay down. His memory was bad and after he drank from the water bottle each day he collapsed but he wouldn't die.
For a fraction of a second he felt sorry for Lord Loxley, after all he had nothing against the man personally, but his family's life depended on his death.
He'd make sure this time... after all, now that he had only four days left before they reached Windstorm, it had to happen quickly and no-one would suspect anything given the Loxley's man recent behaviour.
He shook the flask vigourously to mix the contents and took one last look at the two Rangers. One or two days and it'll be over he thought to himself. Then he could go home to his family!
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Post by Dream Loxley on Mar 23, 2009 6:20:43 GMT -5
((Apologies Eddie......wanted to move this along and know you are busy *S*))
Dream had felt so foolish.....breaking down like that where anyone could see her. She was a proud woman and knew better than to let her emotions show......life had not been kindly towards her at all times and as such she had become a strong and learned woman, a Lady by title and yet still a simple country girl at heart. Letting her guard down had been a mistake and she had to quickly make amends before her Queen.
With her eyes now clear of all tears and emotions she smiled warmly before letting go of your hand.
Forgive me M'Lady......I did nae mean to give ye cause to be concerned.....I am fine now, methinks 'twas a shock and all.......I should prepare now......fer his homecoming."
She lifted her skirts a little to allow her free passage over the courtyard and turned slightly before she began to walk briskly towards the Castle proper.
"Tea M'Lady.........we shall take tea later and make plans!"
Calling over her shoulder she thought this a good thing, and yet she had no intentions of taking tea, in fact she knew not what she would do as she walked away. For a moment she stopped still, gathering her thoughts, where was she going to.....and to what purpose. This was quite ridiculous, and so out of character. Turning one way and then another, even the Guards began to watch her and perhaps wonder of her intentions, but being polite they went about their duties and were possible relieved when the lady disappeared through the garden gate at last.
Dream walked a little way along the path, oblivious this time to the new plants that were beginning to show through the ground, she did not stop to admire them nor even speak kind words of encouragement to them, instead she moved with a purpose before she came to a favoured bench, sitting down heavily upon it to simply think. The letter was retrieved from the pocket of her apron where it had been safely lodged, yet it had not fared so well and was still crumpled. With gentle fingers she managed to open it once again so as to read the words.
There were no more tears to cloud her vision and her heart was quite calm, beating within her chest....her breathing steady as this time, she took in the words and accepted them. She smiled then, forcing the fears away, wondering why in fact she had become so afraid.......for there was no reason to fear him......no way at all that he would suspect her of anything other than waiting for him....keeping faith in his love and that he would come home. No reason at all.
"The children....." She whispered to herself softly. "I should tell the children.....but.....nae, they would nae understand and iffn he did nae come after all........nae......" She decided not to speak of his return to them, lest things changed....lest it was not true, and yet the words were written by his hand....they had to be true........of course they were true.
Dream closed her eyes then as she held the note to her heart, her face was warmed by the sun but a gentle breeze would carry her words. She smiled as she spoke softly to the winds.
"Aye my loved one......a moment can be captured again.......I am here.....always here and I do love ye so."
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Mar 24, 2009 9:00:01 GMT -5
He felt the shades of greyness lifting like a fog from his mind and tried to open his eyes. He quickly shut them again as the afternoons suns rays stung them with a ferocity beyond description. He tried to speak, yet no words would come out of his mouth so he just sat there and waited.
It seemed to him that he was always waiting…. and by the time he could speak, voice his thoughts or take action he had forgotten what it was that he was going to say or do. It was akin to being in a prison, yet there were no bars to hold him there… just his mind.
He did know that he was nae always this way as from time to time small pieces of information or memories would piece together and he had a clear vision of who he was and where he was from, although those moments were becoming rarer as each day passed.
The one constant he could count on was that there was always the same man waiting for him to awaken and who seemed intent on looking after him for some strange reason. He could nae work out why, instead he just accepted it.
As he sat there, his fingers instinctively reached into his jacket pocket and he pulled out a badly worn scrap of parchment. When he was able to open his eyes fully he looked at the parchment and read it silently.
“Well met Sir Robin of Loxley. Yer home be Windstorm Castle. Yer Wife and children wish ye to come home ter them. Their names be Lady Dream Loxley, Ellissia an Thomas”
He pondered this for a moment as the grey clouds swirled within his head. He had a family? That’s right he did have a family, he remembered… then pocketing the parchment he forced himself upright and looked about…
He spied the same man that always seemed to be there, sitting quietly against a tree not too far away, and walked over to ask him how to get to Windstorm Castle. By the time he arrived in front of him however, both the parchment & names were forgotten.
“Who are ye?”…. Robin demanded curiously
To which the man replied with a sigh
“I am Gerrad and I be thy second in command of the Rangers of Windstorm”
He looked at the man blankly and said “Ahh”
“Come Robin, we have some ridin to do”
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Post by Gerrad on Mar 26, 2009 10:22:14 GMT -5
They rode hard to catch up with the rest of the convoy and Lord Robin had kept pace with him most of the time. Yet every now and then his leader was distracted and rode off in a different direction to look at something that had obviously caught his eye.
They had not spoken at all but He knew by looking at his friend that he was enjoying the freedom of the ride. Lord Loxley looked as though he had nae a care in the world and..he probably didn't given his lack of rememberance of anything most of the time.
It was nightfall when they caught up with the rest of the Rangers and the people they were leading to safety and Robin looked tired as he dismounted from his horse. Gerrad led him to a fire where Ranger Will was sitting and instructed him to keep an eye on him while he went to check on everyone else and post sentries.
Ranger Will nodded and drew Robin into a conversation about women folk (his favorite subject)..... to which Robin responded positively... "I am going home to Lady Dream Loxley yer know and Ellissia and Thomas."
They were deep in conversation when a lad named Simon came over to them and handed Robin a fresh flask of water...
"Here ye are M'lord... fresh water for ye... drink up M'lord ye must be thirsty after a days hard ride aye"
Robin look at him kindly, replying "thank ye lad... go eat and sleep now aye"
He raised the flask to his lips and was about to drink when Ranger Will made him laugh so hard he had to put it down. The flask forgotten for the moment they bantered on about nothing until Ranger Will noticed Robin looked tired.. "Yer need ter git some sleep M'Lord... we'll talk more about the fairer gender on the morrow aye"
Ranger Will watched as Robin fell asleep, and feeling a little thirsty grabed Robins flask and took a deep swig with the intention of refilling it later.
Within a short space of time, he felt ill ... he stood up, only to drop to his knees again. He threw up the contents of his stomach. He wiped his hand across his mouth and looked in surprise at the blood on his hand. "thats nay good" he thought to himself just before he passed out..........
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Post by Ranger Owen on Mar 26, 2009 11:17:30 GMT -5
Owen was not a suspicious man by nature, no more than any other man would be, but lately he was curious about many things.....especially the strange and apparently unexplained illness that was slowly taking their leader from them, in spirit, but thankfully not completely in body.......yet.
He had taken it upon himself to examine all manner of things, even tasting the food Robin had been eating, but to no avail. There seemed no logical explanation, unless he had contracted a rare and as yet undiscovered illness within the Tyrant King's Castle. As yet Owen still did not know all the facts as to what actually happened in there, but one day he would......of that he was sure, and that the Tyrant King would get his just deserves!
Sleep had not come easy to Owen as he watched the men slowly finding their most comfortable positions and settling for the night. He had taken in all about him, even the short conversation between his fellow Ranger Will, and Robin, not really in the mood to join in, he had been content to listen and was glad Robin had made reference to his family back home. Owen had seen the young lad fetch water for Robin and not for one moment thought anything of the act, other than how highly regarded his leader was by so many, even a water lad was eager to please and be recognised.
Now he was almost asleep and trying hard to fathom the strange noises within his slumbers. He could not make out the sounds at first but sat upright quickly as his subconscious mind realized the sounds were not within his dreams. His hand instinctively reaching for his sword he opened his eyes fully only to see Will obviously struggling with his stomach contents before collapsing in a heap.
"Gads......what now" Owen muttered as he shuffled over to give what aid he could, expecting Will to be awake but somewhat uncomfortable. When he saw Will's eyes closed and his breathing very shallow, he realised at once something was very wrong. He looked quickly about the camp, noticing Robin was sleeping soundly, and that the water container that was given to him earlier was now laying beside Will. Owen frowned and grumbled some more, surely this could not be it......something so damned obvious as the water.....and nobody else ill.....until now.....what on earth and why was this happening.
He kept his voice low but loud enough for the few Rangers who were already on their way towards him, by now also questioning what was amiss.
"Saul.......Michael.......see iffn yers can find tha lad......Simon ah think his name be....and fast aye!"
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Post by Dream Loxley on Mar 30, 2009 3:53:51 GMT -5
((Many thanks again Gerrad, super to play again!))
Ranger Gerrad Returns to Windstorm
~Dream Loxley~
*She simply stared at him......it had been so long, she had so many questions, far too many questions......but they would wait.......for now she just needed to know.* Robin...........he follows ye home aye?
~Ranger Gerrad~
He is coming home M'Lady... that tis true.. he paused and looked at the woman before him.... wondering iffn he should tell her yet
~Dream Loxley~
*Her brow furrowed as she looked at his eyes......they held secrets.....fears.......she could ask......but she just nodded.* Soon then..........he shall be home son Gerrad?
~Ranger Gerrad~
He crossed the distance between them quickly and took her hand within his.... He will be home soon M'Lady god willing,
~Dream Loxley~
*His hand felt rough as he took hers......she lowered her eyes lest he may see the fear within them and nodded again to his words* God has nae looked upon him so kindly of late Gerrad..........but I trust yer words to be true.......and thank ye fer them.
~Ranger Gerrad~
He watched her as she lowered her eyes and her head bowed slightly. He placed a hand beneath her chin and raised her face so that she could see his eyes... M'Lady we will need a healer for M'Lord Robin when he arrives... he has been poisoned and nae the same as afore , yet there is hope still
~Dream Loxley~
*His hand gently lifted her head to look at him and yet he could have slapped her so fiercely with his words. She frowned, her eyes wide with fear as she shook her head* Nae Gerrad.......how can such be...poisoned.......nae the same....I ......I do nae understand.
~Ranger Gerrad~
He hath been poisoned M'Lady over a period of time, which be why he has nae come home sooner M'Lady, He nae remembers anything much of importance but we have discovered why only just recently... he should be well again soon...
~Dream Loxley~
*His words echoed within her mind as she tried to make sense of them. *Nae remembers........oh.....oh Gerrad.......then 'tis true....such that I felt fer so long....he is lost to me.......iffn he does nae remember me. What can I do......what can I do......
~Ranger Gerrad~
He reads each day your name M'Lady and Ellissia's and Thomas's he will know ye when he sees ye, ahh have made sure of such and he has moments when all is clear within his mind, like when he sent ther last message to ye....
~Ranger Gerrad~
there be not much else that ye can do except wait fer him to heal M'Lady.... it's just a matter of time ahh be sure an he will be his old self again
~Dream Loxley~
*She felt her shoulders slump......her head still shaking as if to deny his words. She moved away just slightly to sit upon a chair lest her legs would give way. She tried so hard to understand...to imagine him, what it must be like for him.* Oh Gerrad..........such pain he must be in.....such pain and fear within his mind.......how can he bare such misery.......such confusion.
~Ranger Gerrad~
His blue eyes watched as her shoulders slumped and she sat upon the chair... the pain he felt telling Lady Loxley the news was intolerable
~Dream Loxley~
*She watched the fire burning in the great hearth and did not turn to look at him, but spoke gently and with hope in her voice* Ye have done well Gerrad.....always ye take care of him when I can nae do such.....I am grateful to ye...I shall always be grateful for ye..........and I am sure between us.........with our love......he will be well again..........he has to be.
~Ranger Gerrad~
Aye M'Lady... he will be well again fer sure.... there was a stinging in his eyes and he too looked long and hard at the fire burning in the hearth... then almost silently he spoke again... All will end well M'Lady all will end well
~Dream Loxley~
*She did look at him then as he spoke again, her smile soft and warm, her eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall* Aye Gerrad........all shall be well.............as he would tell me so oft.....for 'tis the way of things.
~Ranger Gerrad~
He met her look, and smiled back at her "aye surely tis the way of things M'Lady"... i had best be gone M'Lady and rejoin the Rangers.....
~Ranger Gerrad~
we have many people coming home with us
~Dream Loxley~
*She stood then, realising how rude she must have seemed.....deep in her own thoughts with none for his.* Of course....of course ye must............but........please....iffn ye can Gerrad.........stay safe and well.......and thankyou.........thankyou fer telling me, mayhaps knowing shall aid me when I do see him.
~Ranger Gerrad~
we will need places for them to stay and they will need to be set up so they may ply their skills...
~Dream Loxley~
Aye... Our Queen does know this.......we have prepared some homes within the village........still we prepare fer them all......and I hope we can do them justice and provide a safe haven *She smiled again*
~Ranger Gerrad~
Ahh will be well an safe M'Lady.... it'll all be fine an i'll have im home within a few days at most... He walked over to her and placed a hand to her shoulder... Bye fer now M'Lady...
~Dream Loxley~
*She smiled warmly and lowered her head in respect* Farewell Gerrad.....'till soon.
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Post by Simon on Mar 30, 2009 7:14:43 GMT -5
He watched closely from a distance and almost laughed with glee as Lord Loxley raised the flask to take a drink. But then the man put it down again as he laughed at something the other man said.
He was deeply disappointed as he saw the opportunity pass by and the Loxley man went to sleep. He was about to get some sleep himself when he suddenly noticed that the other man had picked up the flask.
"No No No...... don't drink it" he almost yelled at the man. His eyes widened as he saw the man try to rise the fall down and empty his stomach all over the ground...
He watched as a group of Rangers ran over to where the poisoned man lay.
They would know it was him now... He got up, backed away a little, then turned and started to run for his life!
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Post by The Rangers on Apr 1, 2009 5:55:17 GMT -5
Owen stayed with Will as other Rangers woke to realise there was something wrong, each with their own theory. Owen still wasn't sure but perhaps Simon could give some insight, where he had been collecting the water from, surely this was not intentional, for the lad had been given their trust and the promise of a new home. He sighed as Will began to regain consciousness, still looking woefully pale and in some discomfort from his ordeal.
Michael had see Simon first, both Rangers having collected a few more of their colleagues as they searched the encampment. It was Saul who noticed at once that the lad didn't seem to want to be approached, he must be hiding something or else why would he be running away. The men quickened their step, although older than Simon they had more experience and spread out with the aim of cutting off his escape.
One of them did just that, and took a leap of faith as he came within spitting distance of the lad he didn't even know had a name or what he was running for, but it was clear enough that he needed to be stopped.
"Eeeearrrgghhhhh" He exclaimed as he tackled the youngster full on, breaking his own fall by landing on some softer ground. He was thankful for that as he held on tightly to the lad who was now kicking and snarling like an animal trapped in a snare. Tobias had never seen such a thing as he tried to calm the lad, whilst the others caught up and surrounded the pair. "Hush now lad.......be calm....'tis just a talkin' to yers we be needin' is all."
Saul wasn't so kindly and reached down towards Simon, hauling up to his full height by the scruff of his neck. By now he had even drawn his short sword, holding the tip of it at the lads jawline.
"Now then lad.....yer was running away fer a reason....an' ah be needin' to know just what that might be.......and very soon lest me arm gets a cramp and slips.......we don't want that to 'appen do we!"
His eyes spoke even more as he glared at Simon.....his patience already very thin on the ground.....he waited for an answer.
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Post by Simon on Apr 5, 2009 9:12:16 GMT -5
He was running hard, when out of the blue a Ranger tackled him from the left. He had been watching the one on the right who was in plain sight and he could hear the one not far behind him but he hadn't seee the one that now brought him crashing to the ground.
He struggled for a short while, then was lifted uncerimoniously by the scruff of his neck and heard the words
"Now then lad.....yer was running away fer a reason....an' ah be needin' to know just what that might be.......and very soon lest me arm gets a cramp and slips.......we don't want that to 'appen do we!"
He gulped at the words... then when he looked into the eyes of the one who had him in the iron clad grasp.... he realised he was done.
"It aint me wat wanted to kill im mista, oi ad to or me King was gunna kill me family like"
He struggled a bit longer then gave up and awaited his fate...
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Post by Ranger Saul on Apr 6, 2009 5:21:22 GMT -5
Saul felt the blood within his veins begin to boil and his eyes glared even harder at the lad as he continued to hold him just above the ground. His feet barely touching earth he had struggled a little more before hanging like a limp doll within Saul's grasp. It took more strength to stop from throttling the lad there and then than it did to hold him up and Saul did tighten his grip slightly before common sense prevailed and he finally dropped the lad, letting him fall to the ground and not caring if he landed on his head or his arse.
"So ye may not have wished Robin dead, but ye have been administering him what.....a poison in his water, after he trusted ye.....we all trusted ye. There best be a cure Simon.......*He called the lad by his name so he might feel more remorse.* There best be a cure within our grasp and soon, else ye will not live to return to yer King or yer family. I give yer me word on that!"
The large man motioned to the others to keep Simon tethered and turned his head away lest the fear and sorrow would be seen within his eyes. He knew then that the lad spoke the truth, that King should have died there and then when he had the chance. Trust and loyalty were not words he understood, obviously he had more plans for Robin and had taken every opportunity that showed itself, even blackmailing an innocent lad and his family.
Saul grunted as he looked at Simon again. His mind was in turmoil now.
"Tell us Simon......what did yer King tell ye......where are yer family being kept. Did he give a name to the poison.....do ye have it still?"
Time was of the essence now, for if there was no cure and too much damage had been done to Robin already, then there was no hope. If only Robin was more lucid......he would know what to do...he always knew what to do!
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