In Windstorm - Parley and other niceties

[Halethala]

With a grim but satisfied smile, she stepped back, and sought Sinold's nearness again, it was such a rare thing of late. Face upturned, she whispered, "He is merely playing, Sinold . . he is not truly mad. An old woman from my homeland once told us that if we would utter that curse at one possessed of the devil, they would acknowledge thier master in kind . . He speaks naught . . " She merely nodded at the apparent confimation.

((Letha is of the mistaken belief that madness means possession by the devil, and her brief encounter with the woman the only real knowledge she knows of such things . . *g*))

When the three men left the Hall, she loosened her grip on her betrothed's arm, . Then the Ladies Dream and Edfeil left as well . . As the King hesitated at answering the two still remaining, she pulled lightly at Sinold, encouraging him to leave with her as well . .

"There is nothing we can do . . the situation seems somewhat passed, I can only hope. It could not be in more capable hands . . Can you spare a few moments before ye need return to the wall? No? perhaps not . . There will be time later, trust that there shall . . " With that, she rocked up onto her toes and kissed him lightly before he had to leave . . "I should go . . to check on the Lady Rayven's charges . . she seems so overtaxed by the night's labors . . I hope she will be alright. "

[Francois de Trechanoux]

*Francois finally felt the weight of the cat leave his chest, yes he bled lightly where the beast had used him as a "spring board" to leap towards the "witch lady" after the feline's Master had spoken.

Slowly he stood up..checked himself over a bit..shirt torn, and a bit bloody, but generally he managed to escape this rather "uncomfortable" situaution with his lungs intact. Naturally the Franc thought this was more by HIS skill, not any "devine intervention" so altho his face registered a look that bespoke "gratitude" his eyes were as cold as ever....

He spoke softly and with little emotion to this "brat King" of Windstorm and his trained minion, the Great Cat...

Forgive my outburst Your Majesty...but in truth, what was I to think?? My Lord falls, the...."Lady" enters as he does, then this...."wonderful pet" of yours bounds upon me!
Truly a misunderstanding yes?....

*With a smile that is as fake as a "new Picaso", Francois now turns his attention to Lamont....if looks could indeed kill, Lamont would be a pile of smoking ash where he stood...as it is, Francois simply "marks" the man's actions into his brain and plots within to have Lamont "vanish" by a more earthly means...after all, it's a bit of a voyage home..and the sea claims men all the time does it not???...Patience Francois, patience! All things come to those that wait!.....As for the Lady Dream, well she is safe..for now, but again the future holds many events....and this is not the last that Lady shall hear the term "witch" thrown at her! Not if HE can help it!!!*

[Dream Loxley]

(( To Francois = ;D ))

[LucienMoonmist]

((*ponders his need for a new pin cushion*))

[Francois de Trechanoux]

To Lady Dream... ;D

To Lucien.... New Pin Cushion???... Ye cats!!! *LOL*

[Admin]

Seething with anger as the one called Lamont gets a bit mouthy... " M'lord.. thee are allowed outside the castle, but heed me words, iffn thee do anything towards one person under me rule, then I shall deal with thee personally. REmeber, thee are a guest on my lands, and this is nae France.

With that, turning to the lady Rayven as she enters and speaks to me. M'lady.. a bit of a wrong time to approch me with this, but aye.. do what thee and Lady Laurstina must do.. work with Lady Dream , she shall be able to provide thee with anything thee require.

Finally. Turns to the one whom was under me pet.....


M'lord... me voice cold and harsh as I speak with pure hatred and a desire to kill him

M'lord.. a misunderstanding that almost got thee killed. I will nae stand for thee insulting me , my home or anyone in my rule. The Lady is nae a 'witch", she tried to aid thee commander , but the are so full of hatred for anyone that does nae speak french that thee are blind to what happens around thee. One more outburst like that, and I shall kill thee myself and feed thee to me pet. Is that understood? Or shall I restate it with a smack upside thee head? I have jsut about had it with thee and ye rantings. Now get out of me sight, before thee join the rest of the prisoners in teh dungeons.

Now.. turning to make sure all is well within the hall, and the one Frenchman is tended to with his... falling down and going boom.... I move outside and to the stables to ride down to find out what the hell is happening in the harbour.....

[LadyLaurestina]

((wipes brow, after catching up on all this play, contemplating how to manage to wiggle my way back in... * I will have to back track and do some summarizing.....so here goes... and then make my way to the infirmary...sections of past treads I will have to import to make sence to all)

Hanging on to the railing she descended the stairs as gracefully as she could, though her intentions were good, she was certain she would be viewed upon as having had a few too many nips of wine, however, that certainly was not the case. (Not yet). As she entered the main hall, she gasped to see such a sight, why there were two men and two ladies… and a black cat. ...and still more were gathered, but her witts not being all with her at the moment, forced her to concentrate on just trying to get the jest of what was transpiring..The King, the guards, and now the blonde beared norse man.. what and who else was all here?

Oh my goodness, what ever was going on? The man…..? While Bending over and almost falling on her stomach, she found a walking stick next to the wall. Even though it was at least seven foot tall and crooked as could be, at least she had something to hang on to as she steadied herself and once again peered at such a sight. The ladies she recognized, and the man? Why what on earth was wrong with them?

The one seemed to be suffering from some kind of madness, as he flailed his arms about. They both looked to be a bit out of place in their fancy cloths. However, the man with the frenzied hair, seemed to have somehow just gotten dressed and forgot to tuck his silky shirt in his pants… his sash was around his ankles, and his jewelry was skein all over the stone floor. As all was rearranged on his figure. She though to herself, Aye, this is a predicament if ever I be seeing one, Aye…? That is the French men? Aye the captain that threatened to take her aboard his ship, was it nae? Standing and swaying to and fro she watched while lady Dream, as always composed, trying her best to be the gracious lady and hostess, to these French? Men, and this cat. Lady Letha too was being extremely gracious, and as for herself, she would not be so kind to these men. She remembered then how the one had tried to get her and Lady Andrea into their grasp. There must be a reason that everyone is tiptoeing around here like they were walking on eggshells, and what of the injured folks in the courtyard? This was really a strange situation to walk up to, and heaven knew not what she would do next, but … she had to make a move soon. She was breathing harder as she tried to walk towards the main door, and get out into the courtyard, the pouch slung across her slender shoulders.

When from behind her she felt strong arms pick her up gently as he carried her... Where was he taking her to..NO not the infirmary??? NO, she had work to do, she must be up and aobut! Twas it Sir Roland? Surely, she thought she had told him how she felt and wished to be free to do her work, and on her own feet again. However, some how she had lost consiousness again, and as he walked with her in his arms, she heard him say:

"M'Lady there have many things been going on since you were abed. It seems the french have landed and causing a large stir in the castle. I am here to help thee in any way I can. Perhaps if we sort things out of what is amiss here we can help. I have been accepted as apprentice Chiurgeon in the castle. Part from taking care of you and part from my knowledge before I came to Windstorm. I am much more prepared to deal with war wounds than I am taking care of a beau....a Lady who is ill."

His voice lingered in her thoughts while she lost the ability to speak and all she could hope for now, were helping hands to do the work she had longed to carry out. As he laid her in a corner cot, she could hear the moans and grows or the injured, the smell of cleansing waters, the stench of blood , and heard the surrying about by many tending to their wounds. Through this night mare she still heard the words from him, the Lord who had been taking good care of her and giving her broth and some teas that resored her now to good health. In his last words to her he spoke:

"Tell what you may require to take of the people in Windstorm and I will to my best to help. However, until we get a little strength back into you I think that here or the infirmary should be your headquarters for treatment and I should to the errands. Nes Par?

Waking now, seeing the room overflowing with cots and wounded, she heard a familar robost voice, a voice she knew well, and had known all her life, or as far back as she could remember. " Oh pray tell don't tell me it is mi Captin Tryun... OH NO!! " She would rise now, and see what could be done...

(( to be continued in the new thread in the infirmary... but just wanted to summarize the events to date for the chars involved))