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Post by Admin on Aug 1, 2004 18:01:05 GMT -5
Ohhhhh I amgoing to have fun with this..*evil grin* will post tonight when I get home from work.
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 2, 2004 2:38:13 GMT -5
*Her initial reaction was to flinch at his touch....his hand holding hers...it was wrong...and yet the poor man seemed to take some comfort from the gesture so she stayed kneeling and allowed his hand to settle....tightening her grip just slightly and enough to perhaps tell the man he was not alone.
She watched as the other man..obviously his friend...administered the herbal tea........she wondered then of them all.........did not every man have a duty to his home... to protect and fight to keep them safe. She knew only that theye were here to claim the man in the dungeons...nothing more. It was human nature after all.....wasn't it. The question remained within her mind..........
The fallen man.....was he so bad....was there not good in all men and women if we are to seek it...to allow it to the fore. They had been polite..and until now, shown no aggression.....his hand.....did he have a woman....a wife.....children even. She gripped his hand more as she felt it become limp....sleep had taken him to a safer place.
In his homeland......she wondered still...... was he a kind man... a gentle lover.....was there any who would grieve if he should die here. Her stomach turned and began to knot itself....she breathed heavily and felt so helpless...so vunerable as she looked upon the body of simply a human being as he slept. For the moment...she stayed where she was..oblivious to her surroundings and what was taking place within the Hall.*
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Post by Lamont Duchesne on Aug 2, 2004 8:04:46 GMT -5
He'd been slightly dismayed at the timing of Vinzelles episode, yet stoically set about to administer what he knew his friend would require done to get through it. It often surprised Lamont the critical junctures at which Vinzelles fell prey to this gift of his . . He bent to spoon the tea calmly and carefully, and thought of other times he'd had to do so . . Only a tiny hint of worry darkened his brows as he worried a little.
He gazed across at the beautiful Lady, his dark eyes holding hers fleetingly, and he wondered at her . . she seemed frightened of them, and yet gathered the courage to step forward and help. Capable and brave as well as gracious.
"Your help, it is most appreciated, Chatelaine Loxley." He hoped he'd remembered the name right, but was usually uncannily correct with such things.
He could not help but smile to himself as Vinzelles grasped the Lady's hand tightly. He glanced around at the tense guards, amused at their alarmed faces.
"It will take some time, Ma'Dam . . if you will allow us to remain until he awakens. He will recover fully, rest assured. "
He gently laid his hand on Vinzelles cheek to draw it back to where he could spoon in a tiny bit more, then sat and watched his face in repose, hoping there would be no afteraffects.
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 2, 2004 9:11:06 GMT -5
*She felt his eyes upon her....as he spoke..his voice had such a melodic charm about it.....she nodded to him....her own eyes staying firmly placed upon the fallen man.*
"Of course.... please..... stay as long as 'tis needed.... I would nae have any guest....."
*She faltered then.. her words trailing off.... they were not ordinary guests...and she should not be kneeling upon the floor holding the hand of a perfect stranger....let alone one whom may bring harm to her home. She found some composure then....lifting her eyes to meet his as she swallowed hard before continuing*
"I have a responsibilty to my guests M'Lord...... forgive me.. ye name does escape me..... stay.... hospitality be the cornerstone of our home."
*She glanced around to the Guards then...and to Siya.....feeling even more embarrassed that she should be aiding the enemy. Releasing her grip on the hand that felt comfortable within hers...she rested both hands upon her knees as she watched the last of the tea being given.*
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Post by Halethala on Aug 2, 2004 9:18:43 GMT -5
She'd heard the commotion and murmurings long before she reached the doorway of the Hall, a tightening knot of worry creeping through her, though it did not seem to be a clash of swords or anything that drastic . .
Met at the door by an unusually vigilant and heavily armed guard, she bristled at his suggestion that perhaps it were best to stay out of the Hall. She brushed past him, and nearly gasped aloud to see the Lady Loxley kneeling there beside the one called de Sennis . . holding his HAND . .
She knew the Lady was sympathetic and kind . . but . . it just did not sit right with Letha. When at last she found her tongue, Dream had already released the man's hand and yet still sat near. She blushed a little as she spoke, not sure of what was going on, but sensing a slight discomfort within the Lady, judging by her demeanor.
"Lady Loxely? Are you . . . . is all well?" She had no idea if the man had been drilled through with a blade or struck down by one of the guards, but could not immediately see any sign of blood or bruising . . Her eyes flitted around the Hall, trying to guess what had happened, but simply unable to . .
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Francois de Trechanoux
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Post by Francois de Trechanoux on Aug 2, 2004 10:41:47 GMT -5
His cheek burned like mad after being struck by the larger man, he was about to retort in some manner, when Vinzelles hit the ground..Francois had seen this before, he knew what it meant...so he leaned down to the man and whispered in his ear....
"Karma mon ami, it comes at unpredictable moments oui? Now maybe ye will keep those "noble hands" to yourself ye dog!"
Of course to all others in the room he spoke louldy calling for aid to his "struck down" Lord..
Whatinhell have ye all done to ze Lord? Bewitched him I say!! Are you all Wizards and Witches in this place???? Be gone Foul Things, Be gone!!! *waves his arms about as if to ward off evil spirits* Allow my Lord to return to the Living!!!
*The sneer on Francois' face belies his believe in his own words...but the Accusation should be enough to stand for the time he needs!*
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 2, 2004 13:36:50 GMT -5
*As she watched him... his eyes moved rapidly beneath the lids that sheilded them......his eyebrows seemed to lift and furrow his brow......she was captivated for a moment and simply stared at him as he slept. To have been possesed as such...and now become so gentle and calm... it was indeed an enlightening experience. She was about to lean further over him when she heard Letha.... an audible gasp escaped her lips.... she felt as a child would...caught in a compromising position. Quickly she turned her gaze from him and looked upon Letha.*
"Nae fret M'Lady... I am well.... all 'tis well.... the man.... he be unwell.....but..... aye.. he recovers now.... he sleeps."
*She glanced at the other man mayhaps to offer an explanation......then truned to the one making so much noise.....his words of bewitching made her feel quite angered. It was not her place to still his harsh accusations but she glared at him for longer than was neccesary or even polite to do so.*
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Post by Vinzelles de Sennis on Aug 2, 2004 14:27:45 GMT -5
He wanted to shield her from the arrow that came soaring towards her… just a few more Steps would do it…. She would be out of danger, that little girl, his little girl. But try as he might, his feet were failing him… no matter how often he tried to set one foot in front of the other… his feet didn’t follow his commands.
And the arrow kept coming towards the rose amongst stones and decay.
His lips tried to move and issue a warning… yet they too failed… and the arrow kept coming. All Vinzelles could do was watch it impact, tear the deep blue dress before embedding itself underneath skin, crushing bones and finally coming to rest in soft, pulsating tissue where the heart was.
“Yvette….Yvette.”
Vinzelles rolled his head a bit, a moan escaping his lips. Subconsciously he knew now what this was, he had one of those attacks again. Yet that instinctive knowledge didn’t make the pictures surrounding him less vivid.
He sought the soft, slender hand again… it was gone… as it always did. She was gone, his Yvette … no perfume there any longer… his fingers grasped the blanket on which he lay, in an almost desperate need to feel something real.
And if it couldn’t be his Yvette, a blanket would do.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 2, 2004 19:49:21 GMT -5
 When Francois starts waving his arms about and yelling the hairs along my spine stand straight up and I let out a very low and menecing growl to him as I crouch back on my hind legs as if to pounce upon him. His behavior argivating me as to me it would seem he means to harm someone ofm yh ome and I will not stand for that. I let out a very sharp cats cry of rage as the muscles in my hindquarters tense up for the pounce my claws are extended to show I mean business. |
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Post by Admin on Aug 3, 2004 7:05:52 GMT -5
*walks into the Great Hall, fuming mad and ready for blood... lookign around at the goings on... the guest on the floor, another acting like a madman.. midnight looking like she about to have a snack.. *groans softly before clearing my throat and asking.
" What the 'ell be going on today? "
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 3, 2004 9:58:37 GMT -5
*It was obvious the man was engaged in some battle within his mind....his body flexed and stilled...only to become fraught with tension once more....she wanted no more than to comfort him but thought better of such and stood up from her position beside him.
She saw Midnight, heard the growl and lifted her hand then to soothe the great cat....all was under control.....at least she hoped then. The voice of her King made her turn swiftly around, she looked at the scene before her and realised how it must look....swallowing hard...she tried to speak but fell silent. Her cheeks felt flushed....she breathed harder and glanced again to the man on the floor.*
"My King..... the guest.....he fell.... he 'tis ill....and needs to rest."....was all she said.*
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Post by Francois de Trechanoux on Aug 3, 2004 11:46:53 GMT -5
*He knew he had to play this out now, irregardless of the local customs/belief's concerning witchcraft...Desperate times certainly calling for desperate measures! His eyes turned towards the woman glaring at him, and the huge cat now ready to pounce upon him...his mind ran thro all the options, and settled upon the obvious!...The great feline was but a "familiar" to the Witches that resided here. Of course this was true only in Francois' mind, but voicing the thought was almost as good, or so he thought. *
Aiiiiee!! See the witches familair?? It does as his Mistress bids! Oh my poor mon ami!! *looking down again at Vinzelles, almost a caring look upon his face* What have these Evil Ladies done to thee???
*He spares a glance at Lamont, a look that said "Play along, we have the advantange now!!"*
Oh why do you Witches not allow my Capitain to return to Life?? Release him I say!!! In the Name of the Lord, release him!!!
*Then to add to the whole drama, Francois begins to cry...barely holding in his real reason for crying....he so close, yet still distant, from his goal!!*
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Aug 3, 2004 13:51:22 GMT -5
At last Sinold had a break from his duty tour with the Windstorm guards. The long days of endless watches, or endless polishing of weapons, of even more endless idleness were getting to him. Why wasn’t there a fight yet? Why couldn’t he be at the harbour where he had heard Tyrun was in trouble? Why…
Argh, it was no use. He wanted to be a guard, and being with the guards right now was his place. But by Odin, he had earned this small rest now.
Tired, and grimy, Sinold entered the Great hall… only to see the enemy right in the middle of the room. His hand went to his sword, but a look at the guards by the door showed him that they were not concerned about the Franks in the hall, so maybe he shouldn’t either. His hand slipped off the hilt but then he saw who else was in the room.
Lady Dream and Letha!
With a few long strides Sinold was by his beloved, glaring at the Frank men and gently pushing Letha further away from the enemy soldiers before whispering into her ear.
“Letha! What are you doing here, with them? These men… are dangerous. Thank Odin I just came by…” One arm snaked around her waist, still leaning in to whisper to her. “What is lady dream doing there? And why had the king not killed the men yet?”
Standing next to the woman he loved so much, Sinold peered over to where he saw Agustin and the three Frankians standing, or rather laying as was the case with one.
“Has Agustin struck that one down? Oh, did I miss that fight?” Sinold was still leaning into Letha from behind her, trying to determine what was going on, while holding her as close as possible.
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Post by Lamont Duchesne on Aug 3, 2004 13:56:32 GMT -5
Rising quickly from his kneeling position, he crossed the space between them in the blink of an eye, face livid, siezing Franchois by the front of his shirt and hissing dangerously low.
"Fool! Falling apart in front of the English! You undermine all Vinzelles has done. What has gotten INTO you!
Shoving him back roughly, considering drawing a blade on him, though knowing that will only bring down the ire of every guard in the room, he stands tall and barks tersely, with solemn authority. "Get back to the ship, Franchois . . NOW! "
Turning then, with all the charm he possessed, he addressed the King with the same authoritative tone. "Perhaps it would be wise to send a guard or two along with this . . . this madman? "
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Francois de Trechanoux
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Post by Francois de Trechanoux on Aug 3, 2004 14:05:30 GMT -5
*As Lamont grabbed him and held him close, he managed to whsiper in his comrades' ear before beinbg shoved away...speaking in their private "trade language" he outlined his plan to Lamont*
Mon ami! If you play along with my outburst then we may have a great advantage! What will the half baked "king" of this Realm DO when his own are Accussed of Heresy??? Think on it Lamont, think long and hard upon this!! We can yet win the day if this is done correctly!!! What say you???
*Then he was shoved away, and he stood looking at Lamont for an answer....everything depended on Lamont saying the right thing!!! *
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