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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Aug 15, 2011 0:06:51 GMT -5
Sir Kyle Draven
•DIRT ROAD•
...is on the road heading towards Windstorm...
ALL: He was coming back to the Kingdom...He had missed Dream's celebreation but hope the gift he left made it to her....He smiled as he thoguht about it...riding the dirt path before the main road....He was on his patrol and then saw a carrige busted and people out trying to fix it and he slowed down.....he came to a stop and looked down to the people there and greeted and introduced himself......Do you folks need aid?............after he spoke, he noted the woman and looked a little frightened and she was holding on to her arms as she hugged herself.....the male looked a bit shifty, but he never judged but he was always aware....there was a breeze that passed and a feeling in his gut that this was bad....Gabe was at the castle and watching over the Queen and so he was not here with him....but Ghaele, the Brother and not the crow gave him tips on what to look for during an ambush and so the signs wer there and it was already to be sprung he knew that much......he took in an breath and shook his head..........
Sir Kyle Draven
•DIRT ROAD•
...is on the road heading towards Windstorm...
ALL: He did not think bandits were this stupid being so close to the main road, but still was some distance so until next patrol he was on his own but has faced these odds before...when the male knew the trap was a bust...in a way He grins and moved to the side..the leaves falling from the tree this late after the wind blew meant some one was up there and he turned while on his mare and the bandit on the ground made the mistake of coming up behind the mare and was kicked in the chest and flew back ....he then spoke.....Come down and there will be know need to harm you. I offer you this one chance. If not taken then you eill not like the alternative......in his voice he carried truth, the wind blew once more and man came down from the tree and He got off his mare and went to the woman and said things were well...she ran into his chest and he hugged her close and looked to the one that gave up....Good move.....he grins as just then he heard hooves appraoching and saw a few guards...also timing was everything.....the men were packed up and the woman taken back to the village to be looked at to se of any harm had befell her............
Sir Kyle Draven
•DIRT ROAD•
...is on the road heading towards Windstorm...
ALL: as He was about to mount his steed he looked around and raised a brow and thn walked arouind his steed for a moment and looked to the road behind him...it was quiet...but too much so....he loooked about and then was tackled to the ground and punched in the face...he lifted his hand to the attackers throat and started to choke the attacker getting in a punch of his own and watching the attacker move off of him, the two got up and somthiong was familiar about him...the attacker laughed and then it came to him who the attacker was....just as he thoguht about it he was hit in the back and knocked to the ground....
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Aug 23, 2011 22:30:18 GMT -5
he was still out on the road and layung lifeless after being hit with unknown to him a sword hilt, the day would move on and night would come...the guards after taking the Lady home and then the bandits to the cells a few would note that Kyle did not return and some waited and then asked about....as the night grew dark some would worry and then start to organize a search, some said he was back and just not seen andothers do not remember him coing back.....the guard started to gather and then the three that were out earlier today went back out....as the guards rallied about Kyle was stirring and started to move, He was slowly getting up, his faithful mare was still there and watched over him as he laid there....Kyle felt the back of his head and felt the blood going down his neck...he was out for a long while but lost much blood, not just from the blow to th back of the neck, but the rock he hit his head on....he was wobly and stood next to his mare and leaned on him for support, soon he would climb the mare after some time would get up there and the mare moved towards the castle and Kyle tied his hand to the rign so he would not fall if he passed out..
as the roan was going to the castle, the three guards would ride over to where he was last, but they were on two different paths and missed one another, but did hear the sound of another horse and they turned and went to meet this horse on the other path and as they rode they would take note when they were close enouth it was Kyle's steed with him on back and not holding on real well and rode in formation to help support him, the threee plus Kyle and His mare would ride to the castle, after a brisk ride, the castle would come into view, the guards looking in on Kyle every now and again to make sure he was propped up right
once they were back to the castle the guards would dismmount and then help Kyle off of his steed and he was out once more and they had a runner go in and go to the infirmary and have it readied as they came in with Kyle and they took him there, moving theru the castle hall and down into the infirmary, laying him on the bed and them the giuards would be rushed out to let the healer work...the healer would gather what she needed and look to the gash on his head first and then the neck, cleaning and bandaging him up...soon after letting him rest and coming back to check on him in the mornig...
Sirry for choppy story...trying to wird right *S*))
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 24, 2011 20:40:58 GMT -5
*She had been warned. Of course she had been warned. A knight of the castle, wounded. The guards had reported to the Master Sergeant, and he in turn had brought out report to her. Or better, he had come to her immediately when he heard the news and shared the tiding. There were certain things he knew she would nae allow him to wait with, and this most certainly was one of them.
Nae knowing who or what had done this, the Master Sergeant went on immediately to have extra men placed on the wall and the patrols put on higher alert. The queen in the mean time rushed to the infirmary. she had questions. The first barrage was fired at the healer who was leaving the room in a quiet but rapid whisper. What was the extent of his injuries? Would he return to full health soon? She refused to countenance the possibility he might nae recover. What had been done to him? Could it have been an accident or had someone dared attack one of Windstorm?
Awaiting the replies she glanced over at Kyle. Still, so still, and felt her heart clench. She would nae... nae.. loose him.
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 26, 2011 6:08:04 GMT -5
((Poetic license to be in two places at once  and cannot miss an opportunity to write with you all)) *Of course it was not long before word reached her of Sir Kyle and his misfortune. She had been going about her normal chores when the news came. Listening to the description and the awful picture painted by the Servants she could only shake her head in disbelief before making her way to the Infirmary. With every step she was willing the man to be well, wishing with all her heart that his pain would be lessened and his strength and courage to be plentiful just now and all the while it would take him to recover. Recover he would, for he was made of such things that he would survive, Dream would not entertain any other thought than this as she made her way to stand beside her Queen. Whispering softly as she took in the scene before her.......watching, waiting for a sign. "He be strong M'Lady......and he has our love to aid him.....to guide him back to us." |
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Post by Sir Kyle Draven on Aug 26, 2011 9:04:30 GMT -5
((I was thinking the same for youre Dream. I did not know if I could with what I had happen. *S*))
Kyle laid so still as he was in the bed at the infirmary, his eyes lids were moving rapidly, was a sign of hoim dreaming, but one he might not wake from, he was not aware of anything as of now, his mind was taken back to the night of his wedding and him walking in on the murder of his soon to be wife and then rushing into action and then he himself was attacked and left for dead....unknown to many he did die and that was the first time Ghaele the crow showed up and guided him to a new path, now he had another...Gabe
at that moment Gabe cawed as he flew thru the halls of the castle and flew into the infimary and landed on Kyle's stomach, he looked between Dream and the Queen, the healer in the infirmary looked wary to Gabe, but Gabe eyed all three, almost staring each in the eyes before a sudden caw and he was flapping his wings and took flight and flew from the infirmary, at the moment Kyle started to stir but did not wake up, but the rapid eye movements soon stopped and he was just laying there, Kyle falling into a darkness as the dream stopped and a face appeared and his eyes opened wide and he sat up and uttered one word.....NO!!!.....Kyle's eyes avert to the three ladies in the room and then his eyes rolls back in his head and his head falls back as it hits the pillow and fell back unconcious..
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Post by Cara McKenna on Aug 26, 2011 19:36:04 GMT -5
Cara rose and dressed for the day smiling as she heard one of the girls either Molly or Millie (she still had trouble telling them apart some days) knock pon the outer door. Calling entry permission Cara offered the girl her smile as she greeted her then stopped seeing her look..."What is wrong, beag aon?" she asked. It seemed the young maid nay wished to speak at first yet after a bit of gentle coaxing she finally mentions that one of the knights had come back home after being away but was quite injured.
Frowning deeply Cara slipped small feet into her slippers and headed out of the room with a soft thanks to the young girl wondering if there was anything she might do to help. Pausing at the Infirmary doors for only the barest moment it takes her to draw a breath Cara makes her way inside, about to ask the nursemaid bustling about if she may be of any help when she catches sight of just who it is lying pon the bed.Soft blue eyes widen as in terror as she is reminded of a time not very long ago when he was lying in this bed and it had been her fault...
Choking those old feelings away Cara scurries to His side kneeling by the bed to stay out of the healers way as she grasps for one hand praying she will feel warmth within the touch. Suddenly she becomes aware of others within the room and turns to see the Queen and Lady Dream standing there...
"Oh I am sorry..."she whispers bowing her head yet as she turns to glance back at Him her heart lurches..."an Ridire dune Uasal...ye must come back to us..le do thoil, an Ridire dune Uasal..." growing silent then she simply sits by His side and waits, as she has done since she came to their home....
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 26, 2011 20:48:19 GMT -5
(sorry, everyone here is sick. Will, hopefully be back to write tomorrow.))
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 29, 2011 7:08:26 GMT -5
*Dream had seen that look before.......where one is taken from reality to a place where dreams become far too real and one prefers to stay within their safety. Kyle was drifting back and forth from slight consciousness into deeper more frightening sleep. She could but watch him as he struggled with the forces within his mind.
The Bird came, watched them for a moment, seeming to give his approval and left as quickly as he arrived, then the cry from so far beyond Kyle's conscious thoughts made her shiver and breathe in deeply.
It was then Cara had appeared, the lass had fear written so clear upon her features, Dream's heart went to her, even though she had no true knowledge of whatever the relationship between her and Kyle, it was obvious the young girl cared very deeply for the Knight who now lay defenseless at their feet.
Dream offered a gentle smile of reassurance to Cara and simply waited with them all for a sign that all would be as it should be.*
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Post by Cara McKenna on Aug 29, 2011 14:54:14 GMT -5
When she had heard that a knight had been attacked she had naught a clue that it was Kyle, naught until she had seen him lying there on that bed, a sight that had nearly crushed her...Where was Ghaele?!?....Nay..Nay it was Gabe now...Ghaele beloved Ghaele had perished when she had taken a notion to ride back to her family's homestead so many months ago..another time when he had lain in this very bed clinging to life...the very memory making Cara's small hands clench in anguish.
She had naught been near enough to the Infirmary to have heard His cry moments before and as such she was calmer than that would have made her, but naught by much!Try as she will to offer a smile back to the Lady near her, it is weak at best before she drops her eyes, laying a small hand atop His again and closing her eyes a soft whispered prayer seeming to eccho through the room, a prayer for Him to be brought back to them all, hale and hearty...."Ná cuir ghlacadh uaidh, Dia, má ní mór ceann amháin bás a chur ina ionad sin a chosaint dom .. dó, Dia seo Guím..."
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 30, 2011 12:39:05 GMT -5
((I am sorry I left you guys hanging here. It just felt like the plague had come to our house. Ugh!))
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 30, 2011 12:44:58 GMT -5
*She stood with the other two ladies, her hand in Dream's, her eyes reaching out to Cara.* Gabe... Gabe had come. Knowing that the bird was more than a pet, much... much more than just a companion, she worried. What did it mean. What did Kyle's forceful NO mean. Was he refusing to live? Or to die? Her fingers tightened around her friend's.
He IS strong. Ye be right. And we will nae loose him. We can nae.
*She heard the sound of Cara's word's, recognizing the language as Gaelic, but nae understanding the words of it. The question was in her eyes as she tried a tremelous smile*
Ye be telling him to come back to us, aye? Tell him... tell him that his friends will be very upset iffen he nae wakes up and tells us who did this.
*She took a deep breath, then explained* I have spoken with the healer. There be nae a chance these wounds come from just a fall or an accident. He was attacked.
*And even as she said it the reality of it started to sink in, started to rise to her.* Someone attacked a knight of Windstorm, my confidant, our friend... here.. on our lands...
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Post by Cara McKenna on Aug 30, 2011 14:23:22 GMT -5
Looking back and up at the Queen as she speaks Cara's own eyes haunted she tries to smile "I was speaking to..."she pauses and looks up...."Asking HIM to protect Kyle and bring Him back to us hale and hearty, Yer Majesty..." she pauses there having in truth said much more but those words would nay be spoken now. Hearing the request of what to speak to Kyle Cara nods softly a trembling smile curving her lips. Leaning down to press a soft kiss to the back of His hand she speaks again, once more in her language though this time speaking much of her words in English after so the Queen and Lady Dream shant worry. "mo ionúin Ridire,Tá do chairde anseo, agus ba mhaith linn leat chun teacht ar ais chugainn agus inis dúinn a rinne seo a you.we gach cúram ar do shon agus ní bheidh sé sásta má fhágann tú dúinn. Le do thoil ar oscailt do shúile"........Looking back at the Ladies there she speaks her voice trembling "Yer friends are here and we want ye ta come back to us and tell us who did this ta ya...We all care for ye an will nay be happy ifn ye leave us...Please open yer eyes.." And with those words spoken she pauses as she listens again to the Queen's words her eyes beginning to burn with anger though her voice remains demure and quiet as always "Raise arms to one you rouse us all...they needs be found Majesty and brought to face justice..." she would nay say what she truly wanted to do to the one who had hurt Him for that was the Lord's decision and his alone...save the Queen herself...but the message was clear even in her soft spoken words...
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Post by Dieter on Aug 30, 2011 20:10:36 GMT -5
Word had reached him of the attack upon Sir Draven, repeatedly as it happened, most any who knew of it wanted to let him know as he had made his way back to the Castle. Stopping to speak with the Guards at the door to get the most current news before heading inside, his face grim as his long stride takes him first to his quarters, then in search of Her Majesty...
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 31, 2011 20:50:31 GMT -5
*She looked back at Cara whose voice was one of warm melody. Her hand remained in Dream's as iffen to find comfort there. She nae withdrew from Kyle, nae from the sickroom, but she drew herself up as well. She was his friend. And she was his Queen. Kyle needed both sides of her, nae just the one that wanted to weep at his side and murmur words of encouragement.*
Ye speak well... *she nodded at the beautiful woman* Raise a weapon against one, ye raise it against all of Windstorm. And our allies. And Kyle's. *she added quietly. It was true that Windstorm had friends, but Kyle in his own right, had friends. Had family. Had those that were protective of him.*
We need to send word to Ghaele as well. His Brother... *she added, for she knew the other Ghaele would nae return. Her eyes returned to Kyle and she added her own words to Cara's, trying to sound stern and keep strong.*
Ye need yer rest, the healer told me. Ye will listen to her and nae venture out on patrol before she deems ye healthy again. But... I would wish ye would open yer eyes and speak...
She halted then once more as the door opened anew and Dieter entered.*
Ye have heard.
*She nae needed to say more. She nae needed to ask. She had seen his face.*
((Dieter, not sure if I force posted you here or not. If I did, please ignore. I wasn't sure if you had found the queen or were still looking.))
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Post by Dieter on Sept 1, 2011 9:47:27 GMT -5
A nod to Edfeil, the hard look on his face and the sword belted at his side answering her question. A brief nod of greeting to Dream and Cara before he looks over Kyle, though he is no healer. A slight frown touching his brow as he realizes that the healer he would wish is not available, hoping the man here is up to the task. Dieter and he had a...rocky...history. His gaze move back to meet Edfeils as he speaks quietly, though his tone speaks volumes..
"Your instructions Your Majesty?"
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and cannot miss an opportunity to write with you all))
