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Post by Robin of Loxley on Jul 16, 2004 10:04:33 GMT -5
((ooc.........*Albertross.............Albertross.............anyone fer an Albertross.........))
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on Jul 16, 2004 10:09:32 GMT -5
However much the want of punching these franks in the face, she did not, she kept her word true to her King.
On the ride back to the castle, when the King had asked her, her thoughts on these people, she had chosen not to speak of them, she just nodded to the King, in a way that he would surely understand what she thought of these arrogant franks, she disliked them with a passion.
She turned and gave the exact same look to Robin, as he would also see her feelings from the look on her face. She listened to the King and Robin talk a little before they reached the castle.
Once in the castle and the franks were being introduced to our Family, the English, she just stood silently a pace behind her King, watching like a hawk.
A tiny sly smile curled her lips as she became unimpressed by the leader trying to talk up a match between herself and one of his men, surely this man truly under estimates her power, and when the time comes, she will be more than please to prove this man wrong.
She didn't sit and eat with the men, she stood just back from the table and watched, she wasn't hungry anyway. She listened carefully to the conversation going on and her eyes didn't once leave any of the Frankish men.
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Jul 16, 2004 10:20:17 GMT -5
((OOC............beats ye with a ..........well...ummmm a duck down pillow....Frankly))
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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2004 4:08:42 GMT -5
(9please have a bit of patence with lil ole me.. I am going to post to this..cause damm.. this is getting good.. so do not worry. I wlll post after work))
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Post by Vinzelles de Sennis on Jul 18, 2004 7:25:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Not a problem... we have all the time in the world!  |
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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2004 14:17:37 GMT -5
`*sips me own wine as me eyes nae falter from yours* WEll M'lord, as for thee desire to hear from his own lips , thee nephews words of what happened, over me own account of what happened, could be taken as an insult,but.. I know the bond of family be strong. I shall have him brought forth after dinner.
Now..* sets down me drink as the food arrives.. the speak of Northern barbarians.. I take it thee mean the Norse... *chuckles* This be a good story M'lord.
Tis true I do nae have much... liking for the Norse, for they have brought much trouble and war to our peacefull home. However.. * reaches for the wine bottle and refills our gobblets again* , in the past..year or so I have befriended a couple of Norse whom are.. much different then the general population of them. One be a trader, and me port be open to all to trade. I do nae stop anyone from such..as long as they do nae try and cheat me or me merchants. I do belive he trades with thee French coursts as well.. or so i belive. His name be Tyrun and he be.. a good man. The other, be the one whom.. well.. whom beat thee nephews so....*stops me self in time I hope before I let it know that i know this deep secret..*...navigator after he beat a woman almost to death. He is one whom I belive was banished from his homeland.but do nae take me word on this.. he isa good man, a bit.. quick to temper, but frankly, whom in this day and age be nae quick to temper. He has become one of me home here, is in training to be one of me own castle guards and is fast becoming a verra noble man. As for any other Norse n me lands..Besides the occationaly Norse ship coming to trade.. tis nae around.. for iffn there was an attacking force, I would dispatch me men to chop them down again. I do nae have much love for the Norse.. for they have caused me much pain and greef in me life.
*with that I lift up me gobblet and take a drink, me eyes still focused on the man before me....
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Post by Vinzelles de Sennis on Jul 19, 2004 3:31:58 GMT -5
At that moment the door opened and in came a young man clad in simple clothes which betrayed him as a Frankian soldier nonetheless. He was flanked by a guard, who bowed deeply towards the king of Windstorm.
“Sire, I ask your forgivenenss for this intrusion but this messenger insisted that he speak with Lord de Sennis immediately!”
Vinzelles set down his goblet, looking over to where the young man clutching a scroll in his hands. He knew him as Aumery, a young soldier whose father had owed Vinzelles a favour and thuis had send his son for this expedition to England. “With your permission, Milord Agustin. I am certain this man wouldn’t have interrupted were it not for something of dire importance!”
Expectantly he looked over to King agustin, a napkin now in his hand to dab his mouth and wipes his fingers.
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Post by Admin on Jul 19, 2004 3:46:38 GMT -5
*Aye, nae a problem. *turns to the lad, enter and deliver thee message.
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Post by Vinzelles de Sennis on Jul 19, 2004 5:39:16 GMT -5
“Most gracious of you, Milord!” Vinzelles waved the young man over to himself, holding his hand out to receive the scroll Aumery carried. He could see a hint of fear in the messenger’s eyes. Taking the scroll slowly from Aumery’s hands, Vinzelles nodded and turned his attention back to agustin. “Will it be permissable to give Aumery a bit of drink and food until I will send him back to my ship?”
Another smile was flashed in Agustin’s direction, then Vinzelles opened the scroll and began to read it’s contents. His smile didn’t last long, however, and when he was finished, his face was showing a tinge of anger, the parchment handed over to his confident Lamont, shooting a dismayed look at francois, the straightening in his chair.
“This is not good news I receive here, milord. There are 4 Viking raiders in your harbour? I say raiders, for that is all they have ever been to us! Raiding our settle ments and cities, invading our land, raping and pillaging our women and towns, and those you even dare call your friends!?”
After a few deep breaths Vinzelles found the needed calm to continue to speak. “You say you have suffered much at the hands of these barbarians, that they have brought war to your shores? Have they conquered you then, that you speak so favourably of them as your guests?” He spit that last word out towards Agustin, his face shwoing his anger clearly now. “The matter of my nephew’s ship and crew was the last straw, Sire. It showed how they abuse even the rules of hospitality you yourself set them! The Viking presence here in Windstorm is intolerable to king Charles and our kingdom, for will it not be used as another hiding place after they have come to attack our lands, in which to replentish their supplies and men? No, Frankian will not stand by idly seeing a christian monarch such as you obviously being so besieged by the enemy that he is blinded into believing them friends!”
Vinzelles took another sip from the wine in his goblet. “We know well of the ways of those you call friends! Too often did we witness their deceit, their breaking of treaties, their willful ways. As we speak, Frankia is building a mighty fleet to better protect our shores, and we are willing to extend our hand of friendship and protection to you and your realm as well. Already we are guarding the lands of one who lives under your roof with our men…” Lhun indeed was well guarded now, Vinzelles found his smile again when he thought about the men he had sent there under Raimbault’s command. “We will help you become our strong ally against those northern invaders who have come here in the guise of friendship. Our ships, our men will be ready to support your realm. We cannot let another christian monarch fall by the wayside and give in to the barbarian’s demands. Could we do any less for a king who I see has a christian heart and mind? Whose lands are rich and fertile and who should do his utmost to protect his people from the scourge of the north? Stand with us, as we will stand with you, Sire, and the matter of my nephew’s plight here will be forgiven and forgotten!”
His mile had returned – would the king be so foolish to forsake the hand that was extended towards him in friendship?
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Post by Celia on Jul 19, 2004 9:03:58 GMT -5
Wriggling with excitement to be asked to help with serving the newly arrived guests, Celia made sure her waiting frock was spotless and crisp. While there were many guest who came to visit Windstorm, it wasn’t often they were served such sumptuous spread, with all the finest cutlery and linens. The vast number of flickering candles had actually warmed the room to nearly uncomfortable warmth . . or was it the tension in the voices that surrounded the highly polished table that only seemed lend that feeling?
She tried not to listen to the words being said, ‘twere not her place to do so, and she had been warned sternly to close her ears to it. ‘Course, they knew it were impossible, yet she did honest try . . she served each with great care, not wishing to consider the horrible lashings should she dare to spill e’en a crumb on anyone.
She gave especial care to set the dish before her Soveriegn, lingering ever so slightly, yet nae enough to be noticed. As the timbre and volumn of the Frankish man rose higher, she tried to hurry with the remainder, and escaped to the safety of the servery . .
Standing a moment on wobbly legs, catching her breath and settling her nerves, she commented to Millie, who was closest, "They hae pretty speech, those what's come from the harbor . . though nae NEARLY as handsome as our King. I only hope that talkative one don't go and set Him off . . *shudders at the thought as she sets to help with dishing up the last courses*
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Jul 19, 2004 11:20:37 GMT -5
Stepping into the great hall ..............just as Vinzelles was speaking of being an ally of Windstorm and repelling those of the North...........He stepped forth and saluted His Leige......"Ahh have a missive Sire........may ahh speak ?" ..........
Getting the approval of His Leige...........He moves to the Kings side and whispers to his ear ..."M'Leige.......ahh have just had word that on the south coast, nae more than a days hard march, there be three to four hundred Frankish soldiers massed upon the beach......My men assure me that they be well armed and organised............and M'Liege...........there is no truth to tha rumor of the black death upon our shores......tis but a ruse......" *He nods to the King*.....carefull to keep His back to Vinzelles and his party of Franks.........
Staightening up..........He begs His pardon and leaves the great hall............to meet up with the Rangers..........Once out of ear shot........the call goes out from His horn................
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on Jul 19, 2004 21:55:47 GMT -5
She stood back but two paces from the King as he sat and ate with the frankish visitors. There she stood silently, but listenend to every word exchanged between the men intentively.
She keep her face to show no emotions, especially at the rubbish that was coming from the franksih mans mouth.
Her eyes widened slightly as she saw Robin enter the hall, watching him as he approached the King and whispered in his ear.
He was facing with his back towards the men, but he was facing towards her that ment, and although she could not make out what he was saying, she new something was brewing, and it wasn't good.
She watched as Robin left, still not giving anything away by the features on her face, she kept a close eye on the fankish men, watching how they are reacting to this secrecy.
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Post by Millie on Jul 21, 2004 7:40:38 GMT -5
*Her eyes rolled to the heavens.... this one 'twas smitten alright...and by nae a one less than tha King himself. Millie shook her head at the blush that seemed to cover Celia's cheeks like a blanket. The gestures may have been so small and gone un-noticed by many but the twins saw it...they knew.*
"They may 'aves pretty words 'an all... but ..yers stays away.... Lady Loxley says they be Lambs in Sheeps clothing......and fer gawds sakes Celia..... stop yers fumblin's about tha King.....poor Norman be a pinnin' fer even a smile from ye."
*Millie nudged her Sister then as they prepared to carry the dirty dishes to the kitchens.....giving Celia a bright smile with a wink as she felt so clever at that moment. Then she leaned closer to Mollie and whispered*
"Wot dus that mean Molls....abart sheeps an' all?"
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Post by Admin on Jul 21, 2004 15:09:10 GMT -5
~ As Robin enters, and leans down to whisper, I cannae help but think to meself, how perfect of a timing this man has. My face emotionless as he states what he has seen adn what tis to be done.. I quickly whisper one thing into his ear in return. " Send the signal to the cove. " A signal arrow, one aflame shall be shot over the air towards the cove to let the hiding ships know tis time to close the trap.
As Robin slips back out, I turn back to this pompous arse and smile softly to him my best dipolmatic smile.
M'lord, the fact that I call a few of those from the north me friends or allow them to trade with me does nae, * lowers me eyes to stair right back into his eyes, to let him know I am verra close to snapping his head off and beating his knights with it, mean their is a norse invation growing, or that they are hiding here. Take a look around, do thee see any norse settlements? Any norse around except for thos ships in the harbour? Witch I may add, are probally here for trade, since this is a TRADE harbour. Do thee think they are daft to come into me harbour when there be a french ship at me docks? I know full aware of thee problems with the Norse, and frankly, I do nae wish to be involved with thee problems. I have enough of them on me own.
AS for thee nephew and his navigator..*growls that last word out drippig with venom*, and his ship. I have offered my upmost hospitality towards them, I did nae force them to stay in me harbour. Even after they hatched a scheme to try and kiddnapp of me of me own people as a tool towards using against me. They caused quite the mess and ruckus,did I flogg them all and sink their ship? Nae I did not. I gave them food, drink and allowed them to celebrate their holiday. As for that bastard in me cells, he be lucky I did nae behead him for what he did to that woman. I do nae take kindly to visitors to me home ignoring and breaking me laws, just like thee and the king would iffn one of us were in France and broke one of thy laws.
*spots the serveing lass and waits for her to leave once again before i continue to speak*
Now..as far as this... Derak.. he be free to go, I will even forgo the flogging. On one stipulation.. that thee all get back into thee ships, turn and set sail back home and nae bother me with this again. I give thee me word that there be nae a norse raiding party here, nor that any norse shalll be using Windstorm as a restocking pointo to launch an attack agaisnt thee own.
Ye will find M'lord, that I do nae respond well to threats and to clear signs of an attacking force growing in me lands.. * looks dead into his eyes, nae a sign of any emotion on me face except for the anger and fire growing in me eyes as me temper flares to a boiling point over this pompous frilly arse.
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Jul 21, 2004 23:46:05 GMT -5
*Heading for the Cove that the King had mentioned.........He spurred Jewel on , giving the horse his head, and they made quick ground.
On arriving at the cliff face....He made a small fire and drew an arrow.........Wrapping cloth carefully around the head and partly down the shaft , not too far as to disturb the flight of the arrow ....but enough so that when it was lit it would be easily seen in flight, then pulling a pouch from the saddle of His horse He poured the oil within onto the cloth .......ensuring that it was well covered.
Waiting for a few moments for the oil to soak in well ......He then leans down and lights the arrrow with the fire...........pausing again to ensure that it was well lit.........then notching the arrow and drawing back he lets the arrow fly..........speeding upwards and outwards over the cove.........Watching carefully to ensure that it did nae go out until it had hit the water............He smiles and watches the ocean for a short time before putting the fire out, mounting His steed and leaving to rejoin the Rangers .........
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