Adel's Dealings

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

(( Just a little spot to add random RP plots and such. ))

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Lady Adel de Blakeland
•STABLES•
...is somewhere in the stables...

ALL: After a wonderful day, full of delights and sunshine, she had made her way to the stables to see Dante and was now standing within the stable box with him. With a grooming brush in one hand, she smoothed it along the side of his black coat. And seeing that it had been a warm day, she dipped the brush into a bucket every so often, in an attempt to keep Dante nice and cool. Dante shook his head from side to side, and she liked to think this was a sign of approval. A smile curls her lips, as she continues to tend to Dante. And when all seemed quiet and content, a stable boy knocked on the stable door and interrupted her moment of tranquility. Glancing towards the boy, she lifted her chin. " Hmm? " the boy simply held out a note, what was this...and was that boy mute?? Chucking the brush into the bucket, she walked over to the boy and took the note from his hand. " Thank you " and with that, he was off. Well, that was strange. Eyes drop to the note in hand, who in the hell would send her a note??


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•STABLES•
...is somewhere in the stables...

ALL: Unfolding the small note, that fine brow quickly raises and she scoffs mockingly: " Did a child write this?? " a roar of laughter ensued. Eventually, she calmed down enough to actually try to read the unreadable. " Deer.....del?? Who's DEL!? This is not mine, there must be a mistake" stands herself before she realizes the idiot can't spell or even write properly at all. Laughs some more at the misfortune of another, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side in disapproval. " How pathetic!! Buwhaaaar " Again, she needed to compose herself, apparently she found it absolutely amusing when others couldn't write. Eyes drop to the signature. " - Barb " blinks several times, wondering why a commoner was writing notes to her and having them sent to the Castle. Walking over to the stable door, she pushes it shut. Then goes back to trying to decipher this mess.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•STABLES•
...is somewhere in the stables...

ALL: " Hmm...maybe if I read this mess out loud, it shall make more sense " nods sternly. Clearing her throat. " 'ave.... HAVE! .... noows....news.... " squints eyes " ...for yoo. Speek inn purrsun. Errgent. " pauses and glances across at Dante. " What could be so urgent? I have only ever had business with this man on two occassions " Scrunching the note up within her hand, she doesn't give it much thought at first and continues to groom Dante. But then curiousity begins to get the better of her, plus this man had forgiven her an awful sin comitted against him. Sighing softly, wanders over to the stable door and calls across to one of the stable hands. " Excuse me! Yes....yes, you! Could you saddle up Dante, please. I have a short trip to make. " Flashes the boy an award winning smile.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: Dante was prepared, just as she had asked and she had informed the stable boy she would be waiting within the courtyard. It was a good job that she had dressed in her leathers and tunic, just in case she should be summoned by Sir Hawkmoon for more training. He did say to expect the unexpected, afterall, and she wanted to be as ready as she could each time. Blue hues focus on Dante as he comes clip-clacking into the courtyard, guided by the stable boy. " Ah...thank you. I shall not be too long, just a short trip to the village and you should expect me back by sun down " with that said and the acknowledgement of the boy, she mounts Dante with ease and sets out towards the main gate.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

ALL: The weather was mild, so she didn't feel the need to be fetching a cloak to shield her shoulders and head. And those at the Inn had now seen her at least three times, she didn't expect any trouble......apparently expecting the unexpected had gone out of her mind at this point.... passing through the main gate with little to no problem, other to explain her reasons for leaving and when she should be returning, she spurred Dante onto the main road. Travelling at a steady pace, she felt in no rush and allowed for Dante to enjoy the gentle exercise. The sound of his hooves beat against the ground, passing by other more speedy horses on the road. " Let us hope Barb is not setting one up for revenge, hmm, Dante? " No, deep down, she knew the man had a good heart and had grown quite fond of him, even if he couldn't write....had rotten black teeth....looked like a general mess AND was a peasant, other than that, quite pleasant indeed, yes she had allowed herself to see the heart and soul of a person, rather then the exterior. Onwards Dante trotted, drawing them ever closer to the village.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•STAG AND BOAR•
...is at the stag and boar Inn...

ALL: After a fair old trek on Dante, they had finally arrived at the Inn. And for the past five minutes or so, she had been settling Dante into the stables, he seemed to be disturbed about something, but she just couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was because she had taken him out soon after having a wash and brush down? Possible. Once he was as comfortable as he was going to get, she went on into the Inn, where she had been sent word to meet Barb. Pushing open the door, she steps into the Inn, and almost instantly Barb was upon her and said: " Miissssss, cam' join mee at tha' 'ere table " well, she wasn't quite sure what to make of his sudden appearance and eagerness to talk to her. " Of course Barb. But what is all this fuss about? Do you not think it quite dramatic to be sending me a note and to the Castle, lest we not forget that we are from two different worlds.... people may start talking. " There came a chuckle from Barb, but it faded quickly and his features turned serious as they both took a seat in a corner table. " Missssss....I 'ave sum graaaave news....." both of her brows shot up.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•STAG AND BOAR•
...is at the stag and boar Inn...

ALL: " The maaan.... yoo were seeking? " Barb began, and Adel nodded her head: " You mean Jenkins? " seeming not to be too worried at this time, Barb must have heard something about her coming here and asking that peasant if he had seen Jenkins travel through this way. Barb reached out towards her hand, which was resting on the table top, she swiftly drew back and shook her head, not thinking it appropriate at all. " Well missss.....werd 'as iit tha' a carriage fittin' da description oof yoour maan was seen on da edge of Windstorm's lands.... " he paused, he definately had her attention now. "....da carriage was abandoned aand completely plundered missss... " shaking her head, she simply did not believe and came back with:" Barb, you must be mistaken. Check your facts before calling me all this way. " Barb had known it wouldn't be easy convincing this woman, so he pulled out afew gold coins and lay them ontop of the table. It warranted a shrug from Adel, so he then threw a necklace on the table, with a round glassed sealed plate, within it was held a lock of hair. Quickly she snatched it from the table. " Where did you get this, I demand that you tell me?? " Barb grabbed the coins back from the table. " Da carriage missss... " immediately she rose from the seat, frantically looking around the Inn. " Barb... have word sent to the Castle to a man named Sir Hawkmoon. Please inform him that I will return as soon as I can.... now tell man, which direction am I heading in? " Barb did not look very pleased about this, but he wasn't about to stop her. " East, misss.....maaay God and the winds be in yah favour....bless yoo and yours " without another word, she took off from the Inn and charged out into the open.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•DIRT ROAD•
...is on the road heading towards Windstorm...

ALL: Within a flash, she was upon Dante's saddle and commanding him to leave the stables. " Gaaaah gaaaah " she screamed, his ears twitching back with annoyance, but he obeyed the demand and went racing out from the stables and galloping heavily out of the village and onto one of the dirt roads. It probably would have been a good idea to get that cloak now, but nothing would stop her now, no, she must get to that carriage and fast!! The wind breezed in her face, she had no idea how long it would take to get where she was going....hell, she didn't really even know where she was going!! East, Barb had said, and she intended to follow this road as far as it took her in that direction, she was sure along the way she would hear rumours...or pick up word from fellow travellers. But first, before she went any further on this track, she turned Dante's direction and headed for the forest. Lifting her gaze, the skies were darkening... it wouldn't safe for a young Lady such as herself to be travelling at this hour, but apparently, she had no concern for her own safety at this point.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•FOREST•
...is somewhere in the forest near Windstorm...

ALL: How she managed to find the spot that she had buried the weapons long ago was almost beyond her, but she had. The tree she had marked with a carving, so she knew that this was the right spot for sure. Leaping from the saddle before she had even brought Dante to a halt, she dives down onto her hands and knees and begins to dig like crazy with her bare hands. Flinging dirt in all directions, there was a look of determination on her face. And she hadn't buried them too far down, because she soon reached the sack bag that she had placed them in. Falling back on her rump, she tucked the bag up and into the open. Tipping it upside down, out fell a bow and a quiver containing about 20 arrows, along with a large dagger. Slings both quiver and bow over her shoulder, and grabbing the dagger, she holds it firm. Without further ado, she climbs to her feet and then mounts Dante once more. Kicking his girth, she causes him to hurry out of the forest and back onto the road...heading East.

[Lady Edfeil]

((predicts a rather ... *thinks of the right euphemism* irate... Captain Hawkmoon))

[Lady Edfeil]

*The question had been an ordinary one. She nae had expected Sergeant Lan's disquiet, as she looked up at him, surprised by the moment of silence that had preceeded the answer. Her embroidery work, newly started, in her lap, she waited. She had but asked iffen he knew how the Lady Adel fared with her training under Sir Hawkmoon. She had spoken of the idea before her illness to him, yet nae had been able to speak with the young lady herself. The quiet afternoon seemed the right moment. After only a moment Sergeant Lan spoke quietly*

Ulf tells me the young Lady has left the castle, your majesty. And has not yet returned.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

((*gasps at the Queen's prediction*))


Location: Somewhere In Windstorm's Lands
Time: 12:33pm
Weather: Sunny/Humid

-::- Dante had been riding non-stop throughout the night and half a day, it was only now that Adel began to slow him down. The horse had started to form excessive salvia around the mouth and his coat was visibly sweating. Slapping him heavily against the side of his neck: " Alright, boy...good boy " -::- she offered him words of encouragement and a 'well done', she swings her leg over from the saddle, and drops down before he had come to a complete standstill. Gathering up the reins in her left hand, she guides him off of the path. The large dagger, which measured at about seven inches long and two inches wide, had been placed in the small pack on the back of Dante. Unfortunately, she had not placed anything within the pack, no water, no food, no nothing.. for she had left on the first whim. Sliding the tip of her tongue from her mouth, she does what she can to moisten her lips, but in these sort of temperatures it was futile. Ah, she had left and set out on a journey that could very well be fruitless without first thinking it through, her emotions had grabbed her and carried her away to where she finds herself now. And even now, the adrenaline was coursing through her veins, telling her to continue in her madness. Breathing steadily, she stared off into the distance and off into the horizon. From where she was standing, the land seemed neverending. The things that Barb had told her echoed in her mind and she did her best to piece it all together. Had Jenkins even managed to make it out of Windstorm? Who had overrun the carriage or had Jenkins left it behind, feeling that it was more easy to travel just on Horse alone? Was Jenkins alive?? -::-


-::- The pair of them had been resting just off the edge of the path for around 30 minutes now, she had removed Dante's saddle and all the extras that might weigh him down and be of a burden to him. Sitting with her legs crossed on the ground, she was picking dirt from her fingernails with the tip of the dagger, while Dante grazed on the grass, hopefully he was finding some goodness in it. And she lifted her gaze just in time to see a small cloud of dust, slowly making its way in their direction. Scrambling to her feet, she tucked the dagger into the side of her boot and waited with her arms loosely down at her sides. The quiver and bow were both hanging from her back, the strap fitting tightly across her breastbone and causing her tunic to press closely to her form. Eventually, a fancy looking carriage with all the delights of gold trimmings and red curtains on the interior came rolling along, being drawn by two large and grand looking white horses. A smile found her lips, as she took a step onto the path, waving her hand to flat it down.-::- " Greetings! " -::-she called out before they had reached her, there was two men at the front steering the carriage.-::- " Might you have any water for one's steed and oneself? " -::-The two men driving the carriage did not seem to be slowing down at all, the curtain from the side door had opened and as it went by there was a Sir and Lady peering out and at her.-::- " Good day Sir... might you... " -::-but before she could finish her sentence the man burst out laughing and pointed at her, and with a mocking voice said: " Look Dear, a commoner trying to speak as we do, how amusing! " well, Adel's jaw just dropped open, a commoner?!?! How dare HE! It was only now that she glanced down in disbelief at herself and looked at the state she was in. After riding through the night, her hair had become dishevelled, mud clung to her hands and up her forearms from when she had drug furiously for the weapons she had buried, it had also left her garments looking a frightful mess. The woman chimed in: " Oh, do not tease the creature, Honey Blossom. Give the girl some water, as a reward for effort. " A smirk found the man's lips, and he called for the carriage to halt. A hopeful expression spread across Adel's features, and she began to approach the carriage, which had moved a little ways away from her. One of the guards controlling the carriage had climbed down, and moved around to the back of carriage, lifting up what looked like a large barrel. He seemed strong, carrying the thing was effortless for him.-::- " Oh thank you! " -::- the guard flipped the lead and dumped the whole thing over Adel, SPLASH, she was soaked within an instant. Both of her arms were now outstretched in either direction, absolutely SHOCKED. There came roars of laughter from within the confines of the carriage. " Onwards " the Sir called out. The guard replaced the barrel and climbed back onto the carriage, and off they went. Well, she was furious now.-::- " You....you..... " -::- Dante had walked over to her, his slimey tongue licking along her cheek.-::-



Meanwhile......

Location: Inn

" Bard! " -::- Barb had called across the tarvern, prompting the Bard to quick march towards the potential customer.-::- " Yoo caan rite, so rite this.... rite as follo's boy... Deer Sur 'awkmoon... Ladee Del 'as ...'as.... " -::- Though the Bard was no scribe or messenger, he was not about to turn down a job, money is money afterall...and work had been slow recently. The Bard had sat himself down, pulled out a blank scroll along with his feather pen and ink and got scribbling as asked. Barb continued:-::- " .....'as gone ta find a man an' does knot noo 'ow long it will taake... " -::- Barb slammed his hands down on the table top, leaned in and asked the Bard:-::- " 'oo is dis Sur 'awkmoon ta Del? " -::-the Bard shrugged, and Barb waved a dismissing hand to continue writing:-::- " .... doo not concern yoourself wit' Ladee Del, she will bee baaack. Regards.... Barb... " -::- Barb tossed a silver coin at the Bard and told him to deliver it to the Castle, to make sure it gets into the hands of Sir Hawkmoon himself or an official. With that, the Bard was off.-::-

<to be continued..>

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

Location: Somewhere In Windstorm's Lands
Time: 10:00pm
Days Travelling: Closing of day 2
Weather: Light Shower/Mild

-::- Thank the Heavens above, the clouds had parted at around 8:00pm and there had been that light drizzle of rain ever since. It had allowed for Dante to drink from a shallow puddle, giving him that boost he needed to continue onwards in their journey. As for herself, she had resorted to tilting her head and catching what droplets she could in her mouth. And she had been grateful that with the passing hours, the rain had slowly removed the dirt that had clung to her skin and she was beginning to look a little more presentable. Though her garments were looking somewhat worse for wear still. This was the first time that she had ever travelled alone on horse back, and it was only when the darkness fell on the second night that her nerves began to set in. When she had heard Barb's words of the carriage Jenkins had taken had been found somewhere out East, all logical reasoning had flown right out of the window, allowing a rush of sudden emotion to spur her into action. And there it was again, Sir Hawkmoon's lesson coming to light for the second ...maybe third time, do not allow emotion to carry one forward, but rather think things through and try to foresee an outcome before any steps are taken. Indeed, this lesson was not just for battle/sparring alone, but could be applied to most aspects of life in general. It was as he had said, like a game of chess. If she was a chess piece now, what piece would she be, where would she be on the board and what would be her next move, she couldn't help but wonder. But it was too late to turn back now, she had come all this way and she might as well seek to find what she had come for and she could put Sir Hawkmoon's lesson into action from here on out.....and she hoped upon all hope that Sir Hawkmoon was understanding on her return.-::-


Location: Somewhere In Windstorm's Lands
Time: 11:30pm
Days Travelling: Closing of day 2
Weather: Damp/Chilly

" Blast it " -::- she said aloud. Adel had lost count of the hours that they had been on this same Eastward road and they were yet to bump into another soul, which she found to be mighty strange, maybe she had veered off course and not even known it. The last people she had seen were that uppity couple, who had been most rude. Now she found herself in solitude, it wasn't something that she enjoyed and well, it had been quite some time since she had to cope with her own company...her own nagging mind. There was time to reflect on things that she would rather avoid. The way she had been treated with such disrespect by the couple in the carriage, all because they had believed her to be a commoner, was this the way others perceived her also?? Yes, maybe she had been harsh on those who did not mark up to her standards in past dealings, perhaps this was a chance...an insight, an experience to attempt to change her ways alittle? -::-


-::- A heavy frustrating sigh escapes her, how long must they go on?? But just as it seemed as though all hope was lost, she caught sight of a small flicker of light in the distance.-::- " Look Dante, look! " -::-sounding much like an excited child.-::- " Go Dante, go! " -::- her spirits were lifted, as were Dante's, for he broke into a speedy trot.-::- " Almost there....almost there " -::- Had she lost the ability to form a full sentence in such a short time, surely not! No, it was merely her excitement to be nearing some sort of civilization. There were now two flickers of light, she could clearly tell now that the beacons of hope were two flaming torches ontop of a wicker fence. And the fence ran around a small settlement, feebly protecting the people within.-::- " How quaint " -::-she said as they drew closer towards a shoddy looking gate. Two men, both with curlie dark hair seemingly appeared from no where and each held a long spear. Both of them were loosely clad in bright colours, their skin pale and features slender. " State yer business " the taller one called out in a deep throated tone.-::- " Greetings. I am Laa - - " -::- she stopped short of speaking her full title and name, laughing and wondering how she could recover from that one. But before she had a chance, the shorter man spoke: " Weel Laa, ye ur still yit tae state yer business. An' whit is a hen daein' travellin' at thes hoor? " dear Heavens....they thought her name was Laa and ...and...were they PICTS?! They sure sounded like it, what in all Ha'des were Picts doing this far South and how comes they were being so civil?? Must be something to do with English influence.... but more to the point, what were they saying, she could hardly piece together a single word the more they spoke.-::- " Uuh... my horse and I seek shelter, food and water for the night " -::-she explained, unable to shield her perfect speaking English. The two men glanced at each other in bafflement, conversing with each other briefly as to why a woman would be out at this time of night, it was most uncommon and only fit to certain 'professions'. After awhile the taller one added: " Ur ye frae th' Castle? " Oh damn, that was definately a question, but thankfully she had understood the word Castle and put two and two together.-::- " Yes! Yes! Windstorm Castle.. exactly, indeed, goodmen " -::- Apparently that did it, for they were now opening the gate! " 'main 'en ben. Spick tae Caleb at th' farmhoose. But we will be watchin' " hmm, she most certainly understood the last part. Encouraging Dante into the settlement, the gates closed behind them, no going back now.-::-

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

Location: A Small Settlement/Within Windstorm's Lands/Stables
Time: 5:00am
Days travelling: Day 3
Weather: Bright/Sunny

-::-The Pict settlement had kindly taken her in at her hour of need, but of course, the accommedation was not what she would have expected, but beggars can't be choosers, can they now? Yes, she had spent the night within the stables, laying on a large pile of hay. It wasn't all that bad, save for the smell of manure and the chill in the air during the night. And she could have slept for another hour or so, but Caleb the farmhouse owner had come on over at the crack of dawn and kicked at the sole of her boot. " Wake up ye. Those cows wulnae milk themselves " she had immediately jolted awake and into an upright sitting position when the tip of his boot had connected with her sole.-::- " Cows, what cows? Milking? " -::- she asked in a daze, still very tired from all that riding. " Mah cows. Dornt act dumb wi' me lassie, ye will keep yer end ay th' bargain. Noo up, there's a guid lassie. " Ah yes, it was all coming back to her now, she had agreed to milk the man's cows and muck out the stables in return for food and board. Yawning loudly, she stretches out and Celeb reaches forward to ruffle her hair. Well, this certainly did not amuse her one bit, but she found some self control deep down and did not react. " Aye. Guid lassie. Thaur ur buckets in th' cow's pens " without another word from Caleb, he went strolling off seeming as happy as Larry...whoever Larry was. To be honest, she'd be happy too if she had found herself a skivvy for the morning....no, no, do not be like that, the man has given one somewhere to sleep and food in one's belly, she told herself. Climbing up onto her feet, she brushed herself down, removing dirt and straw from her garments and hair. -::- " Milking cows....easy " -::- she said, before leaving the stables and making her way over the cow's pens. How sad that she thought it to be such a menial task.-::-



Location: A Small Settlement/Within Windstorm's Lands/Cow Pens
Time: 5:15am


" What is wrong with these cows?? Produce, produce! " -::-she demanded, while being sat on a small wooden stool, at the side of a large cow. Well, the bucket was positioned correctly underneath the udders, but as she tugged and pulled on one of the teats, the cow would not yield! The cow was none to please either, it was mooing like there was no tomorrow and stamping loudly. " Ack, that's nae hoo ye dae it lassie. Ye need tae use gentle an' smooth downwards motions an' at a slecht angle " came Caleb's voice out of no where. " Ye ur gonnae be daein' mair harm than guid, ye " he tutted, and nudged her in the side of the arm with his knee once he came over, in a signal to get up and off the stool. " Gang clean th' stables. Ye cannae mess up oan 'at " and rather than kick up a fuss, she simply did as she was told. Afterall, she was indebted now.-::-


Location: Small Settlement/Within Windstorm's Lands/Stables
Time: 5:45am


-::- So milking cows hadn't been as easy as she first thought, but mucking out manure from stables, now that was something she could handle. Celeb had been right, how could she possibly mess up....well, mess. She'd been shovelling lumps of horse waste and piling it up in one area just outside the stables, knowing well that the manure was useful for something or another, not that she had ever personally used the stuff. 30 minutes into the task, she was already shattering a fresh layer of hay on the ground. It was only a small settlement, so they only had 4 boxes in the stables and she removed each horse at a time, when cleaning out each box. It was quite a satisfying job, actually. Wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm, she stepped out of the stables, just in time to see Caleb striding towards her with that carefree walk of his.-::- " All done Sir " -::-she proclaimed proudly. But Caleb hadn't taken her word for it, which annoyed her greatly, he had gone inside the stables to inspect closely her handy work. Stepping out from the stables, he stood with his fists pressed against his hips, not a threatening stance but a proud one. " Weel dain. Thaur is a pack ootwith th' farmhoose which contains scran an' water. An' there's a scabbard fur yer dagger tay, cannae see ye withit a body " ok...so she couldn't understand half of that, but some of it would do. Oh, he had observed her closely, it would have seem, for he was in the knowledge that she held a dagger. How sweet of him to have provided her with a scabbard. " Ye will be wantin' tae lae suin, lassie " scratching at the side of her head, she nodded, but looked rather confused.-::- " Uuuh... before Dante and I set out. I would like to thank you ever so much, you quite possibly saved the life of one's horse last night, he was growing extremely tired. But tell me goodman, if I might ask of one more thing.. " -::-smiles sweetly, before adding:-::- " ... did you happen to see a man travelling alone with a single horse pulling a wooden carriage. The carriage was simple in appearance, only some carvings along the side... and the man, he is tall, gray hair, dark clothings. " -::- both brows raise, awaiting a reply. " Mony fowk pass ben these parts, lassie. But thaur was sic' a carriage which pest oan by some weeks ago. Aye, a cheil wi' a single cuddie an' carriage " if only Caleb would talk slower.... clearing her throat, she asked a question which would warrant a simple yes or no.-::- " He was heading East? " -::- Caleb seemed to have to think about it for awhile, stroking at his chin as he did. " Aye, aye." he came back with. That was enough to stir her emotions once again, though at the back of her mind lurked Sir Hawkmoon... with his darn lesson full of wisdom... and so she took her time saddling up and getting Dante prepared to leave the settlement.-::-

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

Location: Outside the Lands of Windstorm/East of Windstorm
Time: 3:30pm
Days Travelling: Day 4
Weather: Warm/Breezy

-::- The Pict settlement was nothing but a distant memory now. Dante had carried on strong throughout the third day of travelling and they had only stopped briefly to catch up on some rest for about an hour or two before setting out once again. It was now day four and they had left the lands of Windstorm behind, and was venturing into unknown territory. Barb had been wrong, he had said that the carriage could be found at the East of Windstorm, but she was now far outside the lands and still, nothing. It was possible that the carriage had been taken away, which would not be good news for her, not after journeying this far.-::- " I believe we should stop soon, Dante.. " -::- no doubt if the horse could speak, he would completely agree with such a suggestion. His hooves had been pressing hard into the dusty ground, the sun had dried the earth and made the landscape look almost waste. For the past fifteen minutes, he had been climbing upwards, it wasn't a steep hill but it was big enough not to be able to see over the verge. Encouraging Dante, she pats him lightly, which spurs him on. In time, they reached the top of the hill and the land falls out before them. And almost in an instant, her eyes lock on an object in the distance, from here it just looked like square of sorts, it was definately worth investigating. Clicking her tongue, it sends Dante into a canter, heading directly for the object in the distance.-::-


Location: Outside the Lands of Windstorm/East of Windstorm
Time: 3:40pm
Days Travelling: Day 4
Weather: Warm/Breezy

-::- It had been further than she thought, but they were drawing closer by the second. And as they did, she could make out a figure standing ontop of the carriage, which was now plainly to see. Whoever it was, they were desperately trying to remove something for the roof of the carriage. Frowning deeply, she pulled a arrow from her quiver and reached for her bow which she had tied loosely to the back of Dante's pack.-::- " Shhh... " -::-she had leaned forward, her lips close to the side of Dante's head, hushing him and instructing him to stop. Dismounting with relative ease, she slides from the saddle and drops down as lightly as possible. Leaving Dante where he was, she began to stride towards the carriage, which was still a fair distance, but one that could be closed swiftly on foot. Putting the arrow to the string, she pulled it back as tightly as she could and looked down to aim at the back of the person ontop of the carriage. Walking with speedy steps, it was only now she called out.-::- " You there! That be private property that you are attempting to steal from. Now turn around nice and slow, let me see the face of a thief, do not move a muscle there after. And if you try anything, so help me, I will piece your heart without a second thought " -::- Had she gone absolutely stark raving mad?! Possibly. But no, she reasoned that it was her property and she had a right to protect it. Thieves were not looked kindly upon. The hands of the fellow rose slowly into the air, and in a single movement he had turned around to face her, but when he clamped eyes on her, he began to laugh. " What a small woman you are " he was well spoken, each word was as clear as the skies above on a summer's day. The comment had not pleased her at all, infact, it had caused her anger to boil even more.-::- " I do not believe you are in the position to be making such flippant remarks. Do you? Now tell me, how did you come across this carriage? " -::-breathing as calmly as possible, she steadied her arm, keeping a fixed target on the man's chest. The laughter had stopped, but he had an amused expression on his face, one she would love to wipe off. " Much like everyone else, who has taken their fair share of its booty. The owner is long dead, buried in a paupers grave. But alas, I came along too late to find any treasures truly worth anything. " he took a single step forward and onto the edge of the carriage, poised and ready to jump off.-::- " Do not move! " -::-she demands.-::- " I do not believe you. How could you have such knowledge of the owner of this here carriage, if you say that you came along far too late? " -::- the man shrugged, and answered: " News travels faster than the winds in these parts. Continue East and you will come to a village, the local Father there read the man his last rites as he was dying. Apparently a band of outlaws jumped him. " the man jumps down and hits the ground with a thud.-::- " I repeat, do not move! That makes little to no sense, if it were an outlaw band, surely they would have carted off the carriage itself... " -::- he laughed again " Pretty little thing when you are angry. You are no more going to shoot me, than say, your horse would " ah, so he had noticed Dante lingering in the background. Grinding her teeth at the man's insubordination, and yes she had authority over him right now! She could feel a bead of sweat rolling down side of her face. And he dared to take another step. That is when she lifted the bow slightly and turned it to the left, before releasing the arrow. It was sent whizzing towards him, nicking the very edge of his earlobe, before embedding deeply into the carriage behind him.-::- " Do not test me! " -::-she barked, but as she reached behind to place a new arrow into the bow, the man came charging at her at full speed. He was upon her within a matter of seconds, whacking the bow from her grasp and sending it flying to the right. He then pounced, knocking her to the ground and landing ontop of her, his hands pressing down on her shoulders. Naturally, she began to struggle from side to side like a mad woman, screaming at the top of her lungs.-::- " Unhand me FIEND! You lying thieving FIEND, YOU! " -::- he simply chuckled wickedly at her attempts to slip out from underneath his hold " Oh, I do like it when they struggle. And you are correct, I am a liar and a thief... but I am also a murderer " straining under his weight, she kicked her legs wildly to no avail. " Settle down, my dear, we have time yet. Come looking for your friend, did you? Too bad, I buried him behind that carriage. I gut him like a fish, I did. Oohh, you should have seen his face when I stole his life, the eyes...I love the way the eyes look when the light slowly fades...hahahaha... " He was sick, he gained some sort of sick pleasure from killing others!! His hand than traced along the side of her body, she cringes in absolute disgust of this piece of filth that dare to allow his hands to roam her form. " Of course, had he looked anything like you, I might have had myself a little more fun at first. " still, she thrashed under the weight of this man.-::- " You LIAR! " -::-she couldn't quite wrap her head around at the idea of Jenkins being murdered in cold blood. Sure, she had believed he was riding to his death, but there would always have been that glimmer of hope. Draws back all the salvia in the back of her throat, than sends him a lovly present, spitting upwards and into his eye. " Now... " the man would say " ...that was not very nice, was it? " his hand had removed itself from one of her shoulders, and was now fiddling to remove a pouch that was connected to a string to her leathers. " Ah, what do we have here? " her hands had been pressed to her sides, but she had wiggled one free, which allowed her to lash out and pound anywhere she could. " Owww....quite heavy punches for a little girl " he mocked. Ripping the pouch from the string, he then tipped out the contents of the pouch onto the ground, the glint of the silver coin caught his eye and then his face became as pale as the moon, which was a fair reflection of what was on the coin, the blood seemed to be draining from his face. He stumbled off of her and found his feet " I...I did...not... " it was only now that he saw the blood dripping from her hand, her features had turned to shock. " I did not touch you....I did not touch you! Where are you bleeding from? " the silver coin had effected the man greatly. Slowly, she found her feet and continued to stare across him with saucer eyes.-::- " Forgive me Father... " -::- He was baffled, why was she seeking redemption?? But as his breathing became more difficult, his gaze dropped to examine himself. And there it was, a dagger sticking out of the side of his thigh. " No one hears of this... " he growled, the blood had soaked most of his trouser leg, but apparently he was determinded to hobble off and crawl into what ever cave he came from, maybe to die? If the dagger had hit a artery and he sought no medical help, then he would definately be a goner. As for Adel, she made the 'long walk' to this so called 'grave'.-::-

[Dorian Hawkmoon]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDYId2Ab1o8

Play the laugh at 2:55....grins

[Lady Edfeil]

((okay, that just curdled my blood. *shudders*))

[Dorian Hawkmoon]

Now you know just exactly what unhinges the minds of Dorian's victims...*winks*

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

Location: Outside the Lands of Windstorm/East of Windstorm
Time: 3:55pm
Days Travelling: Day 4
Weather: Warm/Breezy


-::- While she walked towards the carriage, she briefly turned her head and glanced after the man who was staggering away and down the road as fast as he could. But the blade stuck in his thigh was hindering his progress, he had chosen to leave the dagger be. Wise choice. Something had spooked him, she had thought it was something to do with the pain he must have felt and the fact that he had underestimated such a 'small woman'. Paying him no further mind, she circled around the back of the carriage and her eyes rapidly began to search across the grounds.-::- " No! " -::- she exclaimed, after her piercing blue orbs had ran over a dark and uneven match of the ground. From head to toe, there was a feeling of absolute dread.-::- " But he is a liar " -::- she tried to convince herself, but than rushed to the spot in question to further examine the area. Dropping down to her knees, the soft pads of her fingertips first brush lightly over the surface of the dirt. But she could wait no longer to discover the truth, sinking her nails deep into the ground, she dragged backwards and pulled clumps of earth, cupping her hands and then flinging the dirt behind her. With each passing minute, her efforts became more frenzied and she was panting heavily, desperating trying to remove as much earth as she possibly could in a short space of time. It did not take long to make a find though, her nails digging and scrapping along the fleshy surface of a hand. Breathing heavily, she leans down and blows the dirt away. There was no mistaking, it was a human hand and judging by the size, it definately belonged to a man. This only caused to fire her up further, carefully shaping along the side of the hand and eventually travelling the side of an arm. The sun had become her enemy, beating down heavily and causing her to sweat profusely. It took time, much time, but the end result came and caused her to rise to her feet and stumble backwards as she gazed on in shock.-::- " No.. no.. no.. no... " -::- and she repeated this word several times over, before she hurried towards the head of the corpse that she had found buried in a rather shallow grave. Gripping the under arms the dead man, she tried to pull him up and out of the grave.-::- " Get up now. Get up, get up. You made a promise. " -::- falling back on her rump, she shuffled forward and positioned her legs either side of the man's shoulders, so that his head rest in her lap.-::- " I will listen, I can listen. I apologize, Jenkins. " -::- Apparently the smell of the corpse was the last thing that seemed to be worrying her, and the state the body was in, didn't seem to deter her.-::- " Not again, not this again, not now. You are not allowed " -::-she desperately tried to reason with Jenkins. Sliding out from behind him, she then positioned herself at his side, laying down on her side and throwing an arm across his repeatedly stabbed chest. Why they had felt the need to mutilate the body further after gutting him, was just pure madness.-::- " HOooooohh HOoooohhhh " -::- came the suppressed wailing come howl, but there were no tears shed at this time, she was beating her grief into submission and dangerously falling into denial that Jenkins had actually dared to 'leave her'. Caressing Jenkins cheek with affection, she shook her head.-::- " You must return with me. Master, Sir Hawkmoon... my new Master, Jenkins.. he will know what to do. Jenkins? " -::-there came a long pause, before she sat up and stared down at the face of the dead man in disbelief.-::- " Jenkins? I am speaking to you, Jenkins.....Jenkins, did that horrid man do this to you? Do not worry, you wait here " -::- Climbing up onto her feet, she stormed away from the body. A deep seeded anger resurfacing, her eyes ablaze with absolute fury.-::-



Location: Outside the Lands of Windstorm/East of Windstorm
Time: 4:15pm
Days Travelling: Day 4
Weather: Warm/Breezy


-::- Moments after discovering the body, she came rushing out from behind the carriage. Heading for the spot the man had near knocked the wind from her, her hand swiftly scooped towards the ground, first collecting up the coins that had been dropped to the ground there. Strangely, she took her time placing each coin back where it belonged, within the pouch, which she promptly tied to the side of her leathers. Lifting her hand, she shielded her eyes from the sunshine and peered down the length of the road, the figure stumbling away was still visible but had gained a considerable amount of distance. Grabbing up the bow from the ground now, she began to sprint towards him, pulling an arrow from the quiver strapped to her back. Some of the arrows had fallen out, when she had been struggling with the man and digging up the body, but she still had a number remaining.-::- " Wait! Wait! " -::-she called out ahead before she was even upon him, the fact he was injured helped her to catch up in little to no time. The man glanced over his shoulder and shouted back " No....no....I will... " but before he could end his sentence, she loaded the bow and sent an arrow zooming towards him. This time, it was not a miss, the arrow sunk deeply into the back of his knee, the opposite side to which the thigh had been stabbed. Ripping through tendons and muscle, it made him instantly collapse onto his face.-::- " I said wait! " -::- feeling it had been a reasonable request. The man had flipped over onto his back, which caused the arrow to snap and create further discomfort for him, plus the head of the arrow had pushed further inside his meaty flesh. At break neck speed, she had reached him and was now only three paces away. He looked so pathetic, she thought, with his hands pressed against the ground at either side of him, groaning in pain. By now, she had another arrow ready and waiting, pointing directly at him.-::- " My friend, Jenkins, he is not speaking to me because of you. This is not acceptable and I can not allow for you to just walk away without first explaining a number of things to me " -::- Well, if the man had been frightened before when seeing the coin with the moon design on it, he was certainly fearing further for his life now. The woman before him must be completely bonkers. But as long as he did not refer to the man as dead, perhaps it would go in his favour. " Yes....anything...what do you wish to know? " standing with her feet shoulder width apart, she remained steady.-::- " The outlaws who attacked him, speak their names? " -::- That was right, the man had mentioned that it had been a band, but he had also said he was the one to have carried out the killing. " I am no part of them, I do not know... " this did not go down well with her, for she closed the distance between them and then trode down on the handle of the dagger which was protruding from his thigh. He let out an almighty agonizing cry. " Aaaaaahhhh......alright, alright...I yield, I yield " releasing the pressure of her boot, she kept it hovering there. " Alister Baxter and James Cameron " he was quick to spill the beans, so to speak.-::- " No honour among thieves, liars or murderers, I see " -::- she countered, a certain amount of disgust found in the tone of her voice. Apparently, he had upset her further by revealing the names, just as she had asked. It then dawned upon her that the man was not armed, if he had indeed been the one to carry out the murder, where was his blades? And she came to only one conclusion, that this outlaw band was camping somewhere near by. Lifting her head, she looked to the right and then to the left, before dropping her gaze back to him.-::- " But you are a liar. How can I trust a liar? " -::- There was a helpless look on the man's face now, he seemed to be unable to satisfy the woman either way, he felt damned if he did and damned if he didn't...that's what one gets for being a liar. Without warning, she let loose another arrow, it spear headed into his left shoulder. With such force was the arrow sent, that it impaled his shoulder into the ground. Another roar of pain echoed into the air. " What must I say, what must I do to please you...aaahh....tell me " the man's discomfort and obvious desperation did not seem to faze her one bit. And apparently he feared for repercussions, as he felt helpless to fight her off in any way.-::- " What can you say? What can you do? " -::-she considered those questions only for a second, before replying.-::- " Nothing " -::-bending forward, she extended her hand towards the dagger and yanked it harshly out of his thigh. A gush of blood instantly spilled out from the wound. Throwing down the bow, she gripped the dagger tightly within her grasp and stepped over the man, who's lower half of his body was worming from side to side. Straddling the man's stomach, she stared down at him, there was not a trace of anything in her eyes, not even coldness. " I am sorry, I am sorry " he cried like the pathetic little man he was.-::- " Sorry for? " -::- the colour was draining from the man's face fast by the second as his life blood was leaking from his injured thigh, not to mention the two arrows which were sticking out from him. " For killing your friend " that did it. Pressing her hand against his forehead, she brought the sharpness of the blade to his throat and cut cleanly across, severing his windpipe with such force used. He began to choke on his own blood instantly, splattering some forth, leaning back she kept her eyes on his and began to nod her head to the disturbing gargling sounds he made.-::- " You were right. There is something about the eyes, most definately. I have witnessed such once before, but not from this perspective " -::- she said with a mild eerie form of fascination, when referencing his comment about the light slowly leaving the eyes.-::- " Shh...shh.... " -::-appearantly trying to calm the man's fight to cling onto life. Clamping her hand over his mouth and nose, he began to twitch and struggle powerlessly, but she was helping him along truly.-::- " Let the journey be peaceful. Your life has been far too loud " -::- dropping the dagger, her other hand pressed onto the back of her hand over his mouth and nostrils, pushing downwards forcefully. Only when she saw the final flicker in his eyes, signalling shut down, did she release. The man was no longer a living soul. Silently she watched him for awhile, before she dipped the tip of her index finger into blood around his throat. Examining the thick dark liquid, she then smeared the blood in the shape of an X on his forehead.-::- " You have earned your mark " -::- she said, then reached for the pouch and took out a single gold coin, which she placed ontop of the blood marked X.-::- " Here you are. The only honest piece of gold that you have truly earned also. " -::- How long she sat there was not an easy guess. But her mood shifted suddenly, and she grabbed at her head in distress.-::- " Oh! " -::-she cried out, then proceeded to reach for his throat, her fingers trying to gather up the dribbling blood from his throat and pat it back in. But it was far too late for that. Jumping to her feet, her blood stained hands grabbed at her face and she began to sob loudly for awhile. Shaking her head wildly, it gave the impression she was battling within, with what could only be described as demonic shrieks or the slaughting of a pig, rang out from her vocals. But the colder side seemed to have won. For with one last scream, her hands dropped to her sides and she began to walk calmly away from the scene. Heading back to complete the task of loading Jenkins onto the carriage and taking him back to Windstorm.-::-

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

The Aftermath of Jenkins' Death (Part 1)

((Featuring: Adel, Mae & Dorian. hehehe!))

Lady Adel de Blakeland
•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

ALL: A creaky wooden carriage came tumbling down a narrow road, being drawn by a single black steed. Controlling the reins was a young woman, almost unrecognisable to those who knew her. The front of her tunic had been torn revealing her under garment, something she had inflicted upon herself in the moment she had made her discovery. And the once pride and joy, the crown upon her head, that be her perfectly positioned hair, was now threatening to matter in the dirt that had become caked between the strands. The leathers that she wore were also in no fit state. It had been quite a journey, one she had lost track of time of and how long it had taken for her to return, but she didn't seem to care. Or if she did, nothing was shown in her stoney expression, but there white strikes down her dirty cheeks, unmistakably created by falling tears at one point or another. It was a miracle that she had managed to find her way back, but something or rather someone had guided her in the right direction. Slumped forward, her posture was not that of a Lady, her legs parted and her elbows were lazily resting upon her knees, but her eyes were kept firmly on the road before her. Yes, she had accomplished what she had set out to do, she had found Jenkins.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•DIRT ROAD•
...is on the road heading towards Windstorm...

ALL: Approaching a cross roads, she came upon a sign which was roughly marked: 'Windstorm Castle', pulling back on the rein, it caused Dante to take the desired direction. Onwards the carriage rolled, if somewhat unevenly, the back wheel threatening to fall off before long. Each bump in the road did not seem to warrant any form of reaction from her though, her features remaining blank and unreadable, but a closer look at her eyes might tell a completely different story altogether. There was a slight breeze in the air, which was much welcomed, the weather had been reaching greater temperatures during the day time, but evening was now drawing in and so it was becoming more mild. What were plans? Well, as soon as she reached the Castle, she would ask to have an audience with the Queen. Of course, there was the matter of Sir Hawkmoon, the nagging voice who had kept speaking at the back of her mind almost the whole time she had left. There was no knowing how the man would react to her sudden departure, and at this time, she felt she could take anything.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...

ALL: As they past through the village, the people were winding down for the day, business coming to a close. But there were plenty of men heading for the Tarvern, no doubt to enjoy a well deserved drink after a long and hot day. Every so often she would have to bring the carriage to a halt, because some fool walked directly infront of its path, not that it seemed to concern her all that much. Each time she was stopped, she simply singalled for Dante to continue once the person had moved along. Piercing blue eyes glance from the corner when they approached the Tarvern, but rode right on past. And she stopped leaning on her knees, lifting herself and then leaning back against the wooden panels behind her, though her legs were still parted. Resting her head back, she tilted it, her focus once again back on the road.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

ALL: Ah, back on the main road again, had this been any other time she might actually jump for joy that she was now again on it. It meant that she was getting closer to the Castle, but with the weight of the carriage behind Dante, it had taken a lot to pull, and the wonky back wheel had made the journey unsteady. If she squinted her eyes, she would be able to make out the Castle in the distance, not too far now. What was she feeling? Hmm, she didn't know, it almost felt like.....nothing. The prospect of returning was a wonderful one, but this travelling had exhausted her in more ways than one. There were afew others on the road, a number of people looked towards her, and in the state she was in she couldn't blame them if they felt disgust. How long had it been since she had washed? Forever could well be. And she would definately need to change her attire, half of it ripped from her body, she was getting in the habit of that. But dressing was not the first thing on her mind, not yet.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•MAIN GATE•
...is at the main gate...

ALL: Finally, after much time, they came to a grinding halt at the main gates. The guards coming out to inspect what all the racket was. One of them looked the carriage over and then finally to the driver. " Your business? " he would ask. Shooting him a quick glance, her head turned swiftly. " I am Lady Adel de Blakeland, allow one passage.... I have 'business' here. " the guard nodded slowly, and waved her through. Urges Dante onwards, he pulls the carriage through the main gates and under the large arch, heading for the courtyard.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: Bringing the carriage right into the centre of the courtyard, she calls Dante to stop. Almost immediately there after, she stands and leaves the carriage, jumping down from the drivers seat. Circling around to the side of the carriage, she makes sure that the doors are secure. One of the stable boys were already running to approach, ready to take the carriage to the stables and into a storing area. " No one is to touch this carriage, no one. It remains here, right 'here'. " she called out in a demanding tone. " No one... " she points at the stable boy, who stopped in his tracks. Blue orbs give the carriage the once over, as if this was some how going to protect it from being touched. And she hadn't seen Mae, so long strides began to carry her towards the Castle. " I must speak with the Queen " she said aloud, seemingly to herself.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I saw you jump out in a bit of disarray and knowing how you are prestine on your attire I ran over * ADEL!


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: When her name was called out, she stopped and turned where she stood. A blank stare was offered to Mae, as if she didn't even know who the woman was. Eyes ran the length of Mae, before she finally spoke. " Yes? " came the evenly spoken response, her arms loosely hanging down at her sides.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I paused seeing the look you gave me like you didnt even know me . furrows a brow taking your responce in slowly comes closer * Adel? what's wrong


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " I must speak with the Queen " she put quite matter-of-factly. Both her hands turned outwards, her palms revealing in a somewhat 'was there something else?' gesture. But there was no impatience shown in her face, in fact, nothing was shown whatsoever.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * you didnt yell out me name . that was your normal first greeting of the day . you looked a mess . I reached to sorta cover up tattored spaces . * ok I dont think the Queen is about right now .why dont we get you up to your room so you can rest from your trip* not to say take a bath and change them clothes *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " No. There is no time to rest, I must make some arrangements " she insists, nodding her head firmly. Lifting her hand, she gestures towards the stationary carriage. " Look, my carriage, I have brought it back. Look, do you see my carriage there? " apparently this was important to her? Her eyebrows raising, waiting for Mae to actually look at the carriage that she had parked so roughly in the centre of the courtyard and demanded no one go near.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I looked around you . blinks. at first I thought it was just some carriage * oh . wow Adel . how , where . when* all I could do was offer questions . * ok but the Queen is not about right now . why cant you just leave it here ?


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " How, you ask... how.... " she said, was she even registering what Mae was saying to her or having a hard time grasping it. " ... how, where and when, you ask. Does it truly matter? Look, it is there, before our very eyes. And 'I' brought it back... me " reachings towards her hair, pulling it from her face none too gently. Had she even a care for her appearance anymore? It didn't seem that way.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I gasped hard * did you * gulps* you see your. * mutters* father ? * now , I had to know . the way you were dressed the condition of the couch . and definately how you were reacting to me . *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " My Father? " a fine brow arched, unable to make sense of why Mae would be asking such a thing. " What does this have to do with my Father? Do not give credit to him! " Ok, obviously she had misunderstood Mae completely. And she was now pointing at the carriage, giving the impression that it was her possession alone and her Father had no say in what had happened. " Why mention him, why do this? " becoming quite unsettled by the mere mention of him, afterall, ultimately...this was his fault.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I reached a hand out for you * Adel calm down. you are not making any sense . yes that is your couch but the last time we talked about it Jenkins had taken it and was going to see you father .you have it back now so I assumed you got the couch from him. now for the love of all that is good . come in side and calm down.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: Draws her hand back and away from Mae as she attempts touching her. " No, no. None of that. " she put sharply. Without warning, she walked away from Mae and back over to the carriage, slapping her palm hard against the door. " Yes, indeed. It is my carriage. " pressing both of her palms against the carriage, her back to Mae, she began to nod her head up and down. " Jenkins. Of course, who else would return the carriage to me, who else would? Jenkins was the last to be seen with the carriage, was he not? Jenkins... Jenkins... a good man, Jenkins " Wow, someone liked saying his name. " Do you miss Jenkins, Mae? " the first time that she would say Mae's name since returning. Had Mae even met Jenkins, hmm, Adel's memory was a blur in that respect.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I shook my head . * so you got the couch back from Jenkins . good he is alive then that should ease your mind some . * I was puzzled why you would not move from the broken couch. ah your money* Adel lets just ge tthe money out of the couch and go in side. you dont need the Queen to bring the money in im sure we an find some one to put it in a safe place /


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: Her heart almost jumped up into her throat at Mae's suggestion of taking 'the money' from the carriage. Spinning around on a booted heel, she slammed her back against the door of the carriage, her arms spreading out, a form of defensive protection. " No...no one is to touch my carriage. You! No, not even YOU, must touch my carriage. The money, it is gone... it is all gone. I have no use for that blood money, a dirty rotten curse, that money was... " oh dear, Mae had made the wrong decision to want to go snooping inside her carriage, at least that is how she saw it. But she was becoming increasingly distressed. " We must watch over my carriage until I have spoken with the Queen. " leans her head back against the carriage, staring across at Mae through a slanted gaze.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: throws my hands of * ok Adel I give up this is even too weird for you . * I walked over to a bench and plopped me arse down * I wont go near the couch . what on earth could be so valuable that you cant let any one near it and you cant leave it . we could be here until morning for all you know . She was talking about taking a trip . if she has then you have a very long wait * crosses me arms over me chest as I was getting a bit pieved *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: Slides her arms down from the carriage when realising that Mae was going to 'sit watch' with her. Sighing with relief, she walks over to the bench and as calmly as possible sits herself down next to her. " Do you think that the Queen will grant protection over my carriage? The reason is, I do not want him to take it again. No, he must not leave with my carriage. " Relaxes back, stretching her legs out infront of her, one ankle resting over the other. Lucky for her, the blood stain was mingled with dirt and could not be seen clearly. " It was a long journey, but I have succeeded. Have I not? " she asked seriously, her hands resting at either side of her.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: blood stain on her leathers** ((*quirks brow*))

Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * you still were not making any sense at all but you were my friend for better or worse sighs. pats your hand some * I believe you believe . * still not understanding much * what he Adel . * blinks* IS THERE SOME ONE IN SIDE THERE ?


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " Jenkins, is the he I speak of... I speak of Jenkins, Jenkins can not leave with my carriage. I will not allow it and I hope that the Queen will agree with me " turning her head, she looks at Mae to see if she agreed with this. Blinks almost at the same time as Mae, because everything made perfect sense in her own head. " Yes, yes. Jenkins. " she finally answered.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I see the blood on your pants gasps and leaps up for the couch arms out in front * Jenkins!!!!* ADEL YOU CANT LEAVE AN INJURED MAN IN THERE .


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: As soon as Mae rose and bolted for the carriage, she scrambled to her feet and was quickly upon her. Racing at high speed, she then jumped towards Mae and attempted to tackle her to the ground before she would reach the carriage. " Nooo! " she screeched in absolute desperation. " He is sleeping, you are not to disturb him!! " insistion that no one was to be going near the carriage.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: insisting*


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I still kept running for the couch almost making it to the couch before you tackled the small figure * ARGGGGGGGGGE* panting as you layed on me back side breathlessly but as loud and straining me voice rose *


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *ADEL GET OFF OF ME . NOW!!!


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " You are my friend!! " her voice matching the pitch level of Mae's, what Mae being her friend had to do with this current situation made little sense. When they both fell to the ground, Mae had almost slipped from her grasp, but she had managed to bear hug her legs and refused to release her grip. " Please Mae, do not disturb Jenkins. He needs peace, he needs peace. He will stay in the carriage, because I say he will stay there and he will not leave me again, because he is resting in the carriage. " with reluntants, she began to loosen her grip, but not completely. " Promise me, promise me? " she asked franctically.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *I jerked my leg from you brushed me self off and stood up . points to the blood on your clothing * tell me the truth Adel is he injured?


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

ALL: He'd been on his way to the to his rooms to fetch a few things, as seemingly he was going to have to go after his nitwitted apprentice....WHY had he offered to train her in the first place?....because that damnable presence of Corum that still lived withing his mind told that that she needed Windstorm...and needed him more. He snorted as he rounded a corner...more like a nusemaid was what she needed...and a good spanking. And as he turned the corner, he nearly bowled over a young guard that was apparently looking for him..."Milord...yer'd best goes t'the courtyard straightaway....yer Adel and Mae be in some kind o' tussle.." Nodding and thanking the man, he turned an lengthened his stride towards the courtyard....HIS Adel??....When did THAT nonsense start....


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: To be honest, she hadn't even noticed the blood on her lower garments, her mind had gone else where. It was only when her eyes downcast towards the stain, she reached down and began to rub furiously at the mark. " It will not erase, it will not erase! " constantly she was repeating her words this eve. Giving up on the futile task, she growls in frustration. " Mae, I told you, he is resting. How can a man that is injured rest peacefully? It is not something that is possible. " stares at Mae, with a rather hurt look in her eyes now. " You believe that I would want Jenkins to remained harmed? "


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: remain*


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: puts me hands on me hips and blusters out a few words in gaelic that me mother would wash me mouth out for * Adel . I HAVE HAD ENOUGH * I turn for the couch. * you can tackle me again if you so choose but I WILL get answers NOW * reaches for the couch door *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " Mae... you have no right... " she whimpers, pushing up onto the ground and finding her feet once again. And her heart began to sink, as her friend would not heed to her concerns and wishes. Of course, she had no reason or want to be hurting or tackling Mae, no. But Mae was persistant in wanting to know 'things'. But if Mae should try to tug at the door, it would not yeild to her. For there was a latch, and it was not to be found on the outside, because well....it had been broken off?? And could only be accessed from the inner door.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: Stepping into the courtyard, he rolled his eyes upwards at the scene.....indeed it WAS Adel, and she was wrestling with Mae...MAE!.....Great gods, had the woman taken complete leave of her senses?? He moved to them quickly, the set to his jaw firm, the face grim...reaching the pair he thundered "CEASE THIS NONSENSE....IMMEDIATELY!"


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * I had me hand on the knob of the couch started at your loud address of me stumbles up agains the couch * WHAT!!* I was on full red head mode and I didnt care who was yelling *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: A shudder was sent throughout her body when hearing Sir Hawkmoon's voice roar loudly, and she instantly directed her eyes towards him. " Master... it is good to see you " she said, as if this was just another ordinary day. But she did take a single step away from his general direction.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: He looked from one to the other, finally settling on Adel to address first..."Explain this ridiculous scene,,,,what in the nine hells are you two on about?"


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Extends her arm, an open palm gesturing towards the carriage. " Master, I brought my carriage back. It is back, where it belongs. " Again, what she was saying made perfect sense to her. The way in which she said it, it was like she expected Sir Hawkmoon to just calm down instantly and say something along the lines of: " Oh, well that's all well and good. Good job, on your way ". A faint smile tried to flicker upon her lips, though her eyes were downcast with concern.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: Folding huge arms over a massive chest, he gives her a look that had been described as precisely what Death looked like when the hood was pulled back..."This...was about....a...bloody ...CARRIAGE?"


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Her mouth was ajar, her expression one of confusion. Had that not satisfied him enough? Shoots Mae a glance, perhaps seeking some backup. But then it came back to her, as to why they were 'arguing'. " Mae wished to disturb Jenkins. And I can not have that, Master. This is where the disagreement came in. And Master, it is my carriage, I have this right as to who can and can not touch it. Do I not? " Very reasonable indeed!


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * I stood there with me hand on the door now knowing I could not open it still looking very worried I could feel the sting of hitting the ground I brushed off me knees with a bit of skin that had been claimed by the stone hearing Adel gasps . for it was NOT that simple at all. Jenkins was in side locked in now it appeared . blood on Adels clothing and the couch nearly destroyed . no it was not that simple . the green orbs getting wider and wider as Adel spoke.* No it is not that simple Adel * then looked to you . * Jenkins is in side and I think He may be hurt. the door is locked I cant get in to see him . .


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " I... I ... would not hurt Jenkins... " her voice beginning to raise in her defense, though emotion to be found was absolute disbelief and hurt that anyone would even think that she would hurt Jenkins or leave Jenkins in pain. " Mae... you are calling me a liar?? " Was she? Well, she certainly seemed to believe Adel was not being truthful.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: my hand fell from the door knob chest heaving with hard breaths * No Adel . but there is something odd going on here . and I DONT particulally like being thrown to the ground * hazel eyes narrowing * .


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: It felt like Sir Hawkmoon and Mae was ganging up on her, which was making her more anxious, it was like the walls were coming in around her and there was a sense of claustrophobia. Wandering over to the carriage next to Mae now, she shook her head. " There is nothing queer about leaving a man to rest. " her hand rested against the door now, right next to Mae.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: NOW what teh hell was she talking about?...She was all over the place, making no sense at all...later he would berate himself for not seeing what was plain as the nose on his face...Adel was in shock...deep shock....btui the fact that the Queen had been worried enough to sound the alrm out of fear for her...KNOWING that would bring him back to the Castle immediately, had somewhat clouded his judgement...now looking between her and the carriage, with Mae standing at the door, and back...he tilted his head questioningly, the anger still plain upon his features...:"Are you telling me that Jenkins is...in...the..." And then it hit him...he had ignored it, but there it was...the charnel smell of death. Turning quickly to Mae..."MAE!!....get away from that carriage....now!!""


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * I looked at you oddly and now getting confused me self on what the heck was going on throws me hands up yet for another time and walks back to the bench sitting hard to it . some thing in your voice and eyes I did not like at all I watched to see . * You both are confusing as all get out .


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " Yes...yes... see, Master undertands Mae. You are not to disturb a sleeping man " she frowned, looking at Mae, feeling as though she had gained the upper ground. Finally, someone else saw sense in the matter, and of course, it had to be Sir Hawkmoon. Which just caused her to respect him more.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: grumbles* Adel you are looney at times but this takes the cake . I think you have gone completely off of your rocker . if the man WAS asleep with all this yelling he certainly is NOT now .


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: He gave you a look that spoke volumes...looking to the carriage in a meaningful way, than back to you...just the slightest shake of his head and lightly beckoning you over...


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: Strokes her hand over the surface of the carriage door, her eyes still set on Mae. " You are my friend " she had said again, for the second time this evening. Only, this time it made more sense. " Do not speak such hurtful words to me. I would not cause you harm, tell her Master. You know, you do know that I would not cause harm to her " slowly, her eyes drifted towards Sir Hawkmoon, but she simply stared.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * oh I was so pieved but some how instinct said you knew something I just was not getting yet . so over I came arms still crossed * Dorian what is going on here Adel is out of her mind .


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: He purged the anger from his manner and voice..."Adel...I wish for you to go with Mae. I would like you to bathe and change, then go to the Hall and have something to eat...I think Mae might like to go with you so the two of you can....talk"


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: I looked at you as I walked over near Dorian now nearly in tears * Adel I have known you to be a lil off but * stops * its because I am your friend .I am concerned for you . this makes no sense *


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: He looked to you, then...knowing that you were much smarter that just a simple highland girl...."Adel needs a bath and food...and company..." His eyes shifted to the carriage and back to you once more...


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * after having me walk all the way over here with fire on my knees throws me hand s up again * I have been tryin gto get her inside she WONT leave that blasted couch for love or money.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: (( I hate that enter button )) hazel eyes open wide . oh why didnt I get it covers my mouth with my hand and fights off the threatening cascade of liquid from me eyes nods* aye that she does * looks to Adel *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: " Master, but will you watch my carriage until I seek permission from the Queen to have it protected? " she asked full of hope, but did not wait for a reply and began to walk over to Mae. " I swore to this man, so I must follow through with his words. " Now speaking to Mae, of course. She stopped along side her. " Do I smell a little? "


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: I reached out for your hand * come on Adel .Dorian wont let anything happen to the couch * swallows hard and tries not to let my hand tremble in yours *


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: "I will see to the carriage, Adel...no need to trouble Her Majesty over it...be a good girl and fo along with Mae, now...."


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: " No, no. No need " came the response to the offered hand. It was only now that a smile curled the corners of her lips, people were actually listening to her, even though it had taken them a great deal of time to realise. It was her carriage, and she had rights over it. Giving Sir Hawkmoon a knowing nod, that is to say, in the belief he would not touch her carriage and keep a close eye upon it, she began towards the Castle's entrance, waving for Mae to follow.


Mae Ritchie
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I looked to Dorian then followed after you catching up beside you * dont know about you but I need to clean up after rolling on the ground * I kept telling my self keep it together Mae . she needs you . *


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Mae Ritchie: Mouthing the words..."Keep her inside" as you look to him, waiting by the carriage....signalling a guard as soon s Adel's back is turned...


Mae Ritchie
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * glances back nodding jaw clenching shut *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Mae Ritchie: Breezes into the one of the corridors, side glancing towards Mae as she catches up and walks along side her. " I am sorry, Mae, for bringing you down to the ground. But you just would not listen at the time. But let us forget that, shall we? Master is capable and I trust he shall not allow for any disturbances. " scratching the side of her head, she can only agree with Mae. " Yes, I too must smell somewhat vile? It has been a long trip, but worth it. "


Mae Ritchie
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I smiled to you now understanding * its ok Adel but darn you are heavy * chuckles trying to lighten this up some * aye and my knees burn that cobble stone is hard * I pulled a girl to the side and asked her to get bathes ready for the both of us . * and I have just the garment for you when we are done cleaning up .


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Mae Ritchie: " Indeed, it is not nice to be restrained in such a manner, is it. " she said thoughtfully, as blue orbs lift towards the ceiling for some unknown reason. It was a good job she was not in the right frame of mind to pick up on the heavy comment or she may just believe that Mae was implying she was fat! " Oh... that is wondeful Mae, truly. Have you been keeping yourself busy while I have been gone? " she then laughed, adding as an after thought. " I had a run in with your people along the way "


Mae Ritchie
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * grinz * um well few more dresses for Kevin . our lil black cat I just love her * chuckles and then grips the wall stombles hearing you met ones I knew my voice cracked * y y ou di id .? * I started shaking all over *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Mae Ritchie: " That is good to hear, very good. " Glad that Mae's little business dealings were growing with this fellow named Kevin. " Black cat? " quirks a brow, than realises she must be speaking of that large panther's cub. A small gasp escapes her, and she reaches to catch onto Mae's arm when she stumbles towards the wall. " Did you trip? " her voice showing nothing but concern. " Your people, yes... the folk up North. Seems they have a settlement about 2 or 3 days ride from here " smiles fondly, because the Picts had treated her kindly and well, even though she couldn't understand half of what they said, that didn't really matter.


Mae Ritchie
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *I tried to compose me self * um ya must have caught my foot on a stone * I still cou ld not stop shaking * oh well when we get to chattering gaelic . im glad you were treated well. ah was there any one there named Mcleland?


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Mae Ritchie: Shrugs her shoulders lightly, because she hadn't become acquainted with anyone within the settlement. " I could not truthfully tell you. For I only had dealings with the farmhouse owner, and he was named Caleb. A strange, but fair fellow was he. " she stood in the corridor, as Mae had not yet moved away from the wall. Briefly, she glanced down the hall from where they had come from, not long having left the courtyard. There was the temptation to return, to double check that all was well, but she had been told to bathe and such, and she didn't want to disappoint Sir Hawkmoon.


Mae Ritchie
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: * I saw you look back * no no we both need to relax see im shaking here . way to much for me to deal with * lie all lies but hope it passed you *


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: He waited until both were through the door and into the Castle before he whispered a few directions to the waiting guard..."Bring others...enough for a burial" The smell was much stronger here, closer to the carriage..."Be prepared for the worst...and I want him buried with honor...go" Turning to make his own way into the Castle...

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

The Aftermath of Jenkins' Death (Part 2)

Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Her hands lightly gripped the arms of the chair, eyes locked on the hearth. Hmm, another dilemma. Were the flames dancing romantically close to one another or were the wild flickers trapped in a fierce duel to the death? Damn this fire, it just created more questions in her mind. Pursed her lips in thought, trying to work out the conundrum. The simple fact of the matter, was it was just a fire, throwing out heat to keep those around it warm, but that was the near basics. Fire could do a lot more than that, it served purposes for good and evil. Slowly nods her head, as her untangles the mess.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•STABLES•
...is somewhere in the stables...

ALL: He watched as the hands went over the carriage....it was certainly a mess and had seen better days. At thins point it was unclear if sufficient repairs could be made to make it travel worthy once more, but one of the hands had come up with a concoction that had done wonders removing the smell from the interior. The burial had been a bit on the gruesome side. Jenkins, or more precisely, what was LEFT of Jenkins had been a decomposing mess. Finally he's ordered sheets to be soaked in camphor then had the body wrapped for transport to the quiet cemetary outside of the small church. When Adel was able, he would have to ask what Jenkins Christian name was....it was his intent to see to a proper stone for the man. It was the least he could do. He commended the hands on the work they were doing and asked to be updated when they finished the repairs. Fot now, he would head back into the Castle and attempt to discern what Adel's state of mind was...


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Sliding to the edge of the chair, she reached out towards the flames. It was not that she was chilly, but she enjoyed the warm glow it reflected onto her hands and the light tingle it gave to the flesh when holding one's palms there for far too long. It intermingled both the senses of touch and sight, most interesting and note worthy for future references. Tightening her jaw, she focused in on the blackness behind the flames, and wondered how often people would look past the source that gave them such comfort, and simply paid some mind to darkness, the shadows that linger and lurk in the background. Surely, it all played a part. Laughing, she shook her head and then shrugged.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

ALL: As he walked through the Castle towards the Hall, he replayed the events from the day before. Adel was not what one would call ...sensible...evemn on herr best days, but it was clear from the words she had spoken and the way she had acted, that someting had unhinged her mind to the point that it retreated behind that barrier known as shock....the denial and refusal to accept or acknowledge something too horrible for the mind to deal with. He WAS going to have to get through to her about Jenkins, however....and he was no holy man. He was many things, but he was infrequently called upon for a task such as this...


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Bearing forward, she brought one of her hands back, the tips of her fingers stroking at her non-existent beard. If people failed to notice the darkness, how could they truly appreciate the light? She continued to reason out problems within the privacy of her mind. Without the light, there would be no shadows, could that possibly mean that the light is the source or maker of evil itself? But if light was taken out of the equation altogether, that would leave nothing but darkness. No shadows, just darkness. Hmm... shadows were the necessary evil then. Of course, this was nothing to do with the source energy of darkness and light, but rather, good and evil and the balance that came with it. Where did she weigh in on this? " Impossible " she whispered to herself, apparently, unable to come up with a satisfying answer.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Quiet footsteps would bring him into the Hall..noting Midnight first as a 600 pound panther IS rather hard to mess...and also noting that Adel is indeed within the Hall, and seated before the heart. She seemed quiet and calm enough, but few knew better than he how easily and quickly that could change. He decided to attend to Midnight first, but would keep an eye on Adel....doing once more what few did better than he....observe...


Mae Ritchie
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * saw you come in just as Midnight got her um snack chuckling to me self I gazed to you then to Adel at the hearth shaking me head then glancing away . *


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Mae Ritchie: He noted you bringing what would amount to a light snack for Midnight...a hint of a smile at how you and she seemed to have taken to each other. But also he noted the way you looked to Adel, and then to him...adding that light shake to the head. A light frown as that told him precisely what he needed to know...Adel was still not completely in the real world. This...was not going to be fun...


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: It was blasphemy to even consider that good and evil were somehow in cahoots with one another. " Absolute nonsense " her voice kept low, quite displeased with herself that she had allowed her mind to delve deep enough and come up with such a ludicrous conclusion. Indeed, good 'always' triumphed over evil. If evil is repaid with evil, was this good? Bats her hand towards the flames, giving up on finding any answers on this eve to such things. Settling back into the chair, she clasped her hands together and placed them neatly within her lap.


Mae Ritchie
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * I did NOT envy you this task. Adel and I had but heads before . and the last time all hell broke loose it was Us 3 in the hall this was different though and I watched in case you might need some help * .


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: The flat of her thumb rubbed idly against the back of her hand, and yet still her eyes refused to tear away from the flames. A reflection of the fire in her eyes made them appear to be made of glass, an expressionless stare. The tip of her tongue lodged itself in the corner of her lips, obviously still mulling over things, but taking a more steady approach and not allowing her mind to venture too far before she had sorted out first the simple layer. Stretching her legs out infront of her, the heels of her boots rose from the floor briefly, before dropping heavily and slamming down with a thud. And that is where she kept them, for now.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: Still a bot of a frown as he looked towards where Adel was seated....not a thing he truly wished to do, but then putting a task off had never made it go away...and though this was likely to be unpleasant, it needed to be done. Turning, he crosses silently to where she sits. He stops just behind and to the side, briefly holding his tongue, before addressing her..."Adel...you are well this eve?"


Mae Ritchie
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: * continued to keep the cub occupied but watched . I had NO Idea what to do with Adel . she was hard enough to handle when she could be reasoned with . I just prayed you didnt pull out your swords again . *


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: " Ah, Master " she responded, but there was no hint of surprise to be found in her voice, of course she had not been expecting him, but the way her words were spoken anyone would believe otherwise. And she did not look away from the hearth as of yet either. " Indeed, now that I have returned. And you, you are well also? " Because she was concerned for her Master's well-being, afterall, they had not seen one another for quite some time. And their last meeting had been quite 'dramatic'. " You will be pleased to learn that my nose is healing a treat. And I am eager to start my next lesson. " There was a slight trace of a determination in her tone, but as slight as it was, no doubt Sir Hawkmoon would pick up on it. So far, she made no mention of Jenkins, in all due time. First, she wanted to know how her Master was.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: Considering hos distressed she had been over Jenking the day before, it was odd...to say the least...that she made no mention of eitehr him or that carriage. Yet another clue that at least some of reality was escaping her. He would need to take an oblique approach and hope that she did not dexcend into a clawing madwoman. For now, he would ask the questions she would expect him to ask..."As well as I usually am. Would you care to explain your sudden departure, and the purpose of it?"


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: It was only when that question was asked, did she rise from the chair and turn around to face him slowly. Damn, she had given little thought over how she would explain away her sudden disappearance and so decided the best route was honesty. Meeting him with a level gaze, she nodded her head. " Master, I do hope that you can forgive me. As I recall, your first lesson to me, was to expect the unexpected. Of course, I did not know that such unexpecting news should reach me... and so quite possibly failed to grasp the meaning of your lesson. But now, now I do understand it fully. Does this please you so, Master? " she tilted her head forward, her brows raised, seeming to be seeking some sort of approval from him. " I had word sent to you, indeed, that I did. Did you retrieve a note explaining for one's hastey depature? "


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: He turned his attentin back to Adel..."The Queen did deliver your note to me, though I can hardly beleive that you were the author...not did it state the whay of it..."


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: If it upset her that he had not answered her question, she did not show it. But instead simply went on to further explain. " No. Please understand, I could not delay and so had an acquaintance write and deliver the message " for the first time this evening infront of anyone, she displayed an expression, which was one of bafflement. " He did not state the nature of the trip? What a fool to miss out such key information " there was an inkling of irritation that Barb had somehow messed up such a simple task, but she remained ever calm. Lightly, she shrugged her shoulders. " Then I can only apologize if there were any confusions. Barb, a man at the Tavern sent word to me, news of my carriage. And so I set out, on that very same day. " That was the short version.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: *Seeing ye in conversation with the Lady Adel, she knew better than to intervene uninvited. Instead she send ye a soft and encouraging smile. This.. was a matter she would nae take out of yer hands or beg for leniency, nae matter how much she wished to do such. The moment ye had accepted her as trainee, yer own judgement would be the most important for her*


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: He withdrew the note from his tunic, and handed it to her..."It says you went looking for...a man....hardly much of an explanation. It sis come to me after a few moments of thought..." And this would be the moment. "...that Jenkins was said man..."


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: " A man.. " there was a glimmer of amusement found behind the windows of her soul, her the tone of her voice had raised a notch. Barb was a joker, he had to be. " ... I am glad and not surprised that you, Master, were able to make sense of such tomfoolery. Clearly, Barb was having a laugh at my expense " she surmised, before adding. " Indeed, twas Jenkins. We are both back now, so there is no need for further concern. "

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

The Aftermath of Jenkins' Death (Part 3)

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((For the life of me, I cannot find the first half of this RP script. Must have lost it. *grumble, grumble* Will have to make do.))
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Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *She felt the pressure of yer fingers on her hand, softly for now, though she knew the emotion would need an outlet, and it was easier to offer herself up for it.* Aye.. it is good that it is in the stables.. *she said softly. This was the point she realized, where the story derailed each time. Where yer mind shied away from going further. She would probe.. gently.. pushing ye further.* The carriage be safe within the stables. Ye brought it back to Windstorm. But when ye were on the road.. ye saw the carriage.. and what did ye see then? Or whom?


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: A burning anger set her eyes alight, brows tugging downwards in an ugly frown, which wrinkled her smooth forehead. The beat of her heart increased, as she recalled what she had first seen when laying sight on the abandoned carriage. " Why, there was a man! " she proclaimed, her voice displaying a fierce rage. " He was ontop of MY carriage " with each word, the level rose, and her fingers were slowly tightening about the Queen's hands and yet still, her eyes were burning into her palms. " He was removing the decorative panels on the roofing of the carriage. So one went to investigate what the Devil he was doing and why did he think it acceptable to be touching MY carriage " she roared, a vein in the side of her throat beginning to pulse wildly each time her anger blazed.


Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

+Faugh a ballagh+Kieran : Nodding to you quietly as his eyes scan over the Hall, noting our lady bard, her presence bringing another to mind as his eyes flicker towards the window briefly. Letting his nod be an answer as he sees Her Majesty trying to speak with Lady Adel...Lightening his step as he moves towards the sideboard.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *She felt the anger built, the change in yer voice. She was nae as sensitive to those things as Dieter or Dorian, but even she could feel the physical reaction to yer story rush through ye. She wished for a moment just to close her eyes, but she knew.. almost instinctively, that to shutter herself off at this moment would be like cutting a thread.* He should nae have done so. *she said, keeping her voice both neutral and strong, agreeing with ye.* He nae had a right to be touching yer carriage without yer permission? What did ye say to him?


Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

--------Fire Bug--------: Nodding to you with a faint smile as he pauses near the sideboard, turning as Adels temper starts to climb, foregoing his drink to move quiet as a shadow for once nearer the distraught Lady, staying out of sight as he positions himself some distance behind her, just in case.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: " I....said....I.... went ... " she began to stutter and stumble to find the right words. It was becoming clearer, the Queen had used a method....a simple method at that... but an effective one of walking one through it, step by step. It was only now she realized she had been carrying weapons with her, ones that she had discarded before returning to the Castle. Relaxing her grip on the Queen's hands, her voice returned as normal... a sure sign that she was not about to be wholly truthful. " ... I do not recall completely... I had asked him what he was doing and how had he come across the carriage in such a state. And it was in a state, Your Highness, a terrible state... " she stood absolutely still, not a single muscle moved in her body. " Things have been stolen, everything had been stolen, but the wheels and the carriage itself remained "


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *Iffen they were nae linked as close as they were, she would nae have noted the lie. She was such a horrible liar herself that any who but tried was able to fool her. Yet this time.. she noticed ye had the same tendency that others had, to shield her from what might be worst.* A horrible state it must have been to ye, Adel. For it was what ye had brought with ye here. It was part of yer home. What did the man do? *she insisted gently. She would nae demand, but like a healer would probe or even lacerate a wound to heal it, she gently pried further. A mother seeking her child to confide in her, to allow it's tears to flow.*


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: " He laughed and mocked me... " she replied, shamefully. At this moment in time, because the pair were facing one another and in such close proximity, it felt like there was no one else in the hall anymore. A darkness or blanket had surrounded them, protecting them from prying ears and eyes. " And I warned him... " her voice dipping into an eerie whisper, there was definately more to that. Because she had failed to mention the weapons, a warning from a woman to a man, was actually laughable, which would probably make the Queen understand why the man had laughed in the first place now. " ..and I warned him twice, no, three times. I told him not to move, because I wanted some answers. Is it not reasonable to seek answers? " there was no more anger, not at this stage.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: Aye.. of course ye sought answers... tell me Adel.. was he angry that ye sought answers? *she wished to ask ye iffen he had hurt ye, but that would be prying too fast, too deep. She hoped ye would speak freer if she let ye go like this.*


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: " Oh, he was extremely angry, Your Highness. Though he had no right to be, for it was my property " still, she skipped the part about having any weapons on her person and got the nitty gritty. " It is most inappropriate that a man who is not wed to a Lady should lay a single hand upon her? " was it was a question or a simple fact in her mind. " He tried to attack me, is what he did, for what reasons, I ask you? "


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: He tried to attack ye? *there was the meat of it.* He should nae have done so, M'lady. He nae had a right. And iffen he had known under whose protection ye were... *for only a moment her eyes wavered, but they returned to ye, steadfast and calm* Show me what he did... I nae be afraid...


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

++ Fifth of Five ++Diete: *And in that one moment in which her eyes wavered, they were on yers. She saw the tension within ye and with one look she pleaded for ye nae to interfere. They all had their duties.. their ways.. they all did what came from the heart. As ye would defend the body, she waged battle now for Adel's mind and soul*\


Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: He stands there, as still and quiet as a shadow...He'll not interfere, unless Adel is so lost to reality she tries to hurt


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: " S-s-how you, Your Majesty? " she stuttered and her tone was full of confusion. Had she heard that rightly or had she completely misunderstood what the Queen was asking. Did the Queen want an actual demonstration or was she merely asking her to tell the rest of what had happened. There was a moment a panic, her chest began to rise and fall heavily. Was the Queen wanting her to play the role of the man, she couldn't quite comprehend, perhaps she didn't want to.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: Iffen the words be too hard lass.. just show me.. or iffen ye find the words within ye.. just let them come.. nae worry.. there be naught here that would hurt ye. *And within speaking those words, she knew she was convinced of them. Dieter would.. recognize the battle, and know that any price she would pay at yer hands or through the words ye would conjure would gladly be paid. She felt the fear, the panic within.* It will be better once it be out of ye...


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Well, she certainly couldn't lay a hand on the Queen, not in the manner that the man had. She would not be able to forgive herself. The Queen had at least brought her back to some senses, calmly walking through the events bit by bit. It was in her mind now, what had happened, partly so. But the finale is what she feared most. " The man had knocked me to the ground, after I had questioned him... and he had climbed ontop of me and restrained one " she began apprehensively, at which stage she tried to wiggle her hands out from the grasp of the Queen's hands, for some reason, she no longer wished to be linked in such a way. " He spoke cruel words.... " her mouth had become suddenly dry, as the weight of his words hit her again " ...but he was a liar, of course... " still trying to convince herself of the reality of it all. Breaking one hand free, she wiped her palm across her forehead, and was now huffing and puffing unnecessary and rather dramatically.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *for a moment, she shuttered her eyes.* What did he lie about? He was foolish to touch ye thus, to do that to a woman under the protection of this realm. He will be facing a judgement, Adel, be certain of such. *she nae yet knew iffen 't would be a heavenly or an earthly one. So much depended on the next words.* What did he tell ye of yer carriage/ And of Jenkins? Did he hurt ye?


Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Well, he did feel just the faintest bit sorry for the man....Dorian is not a man one angers without good cause.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Oohh, she felt instantly sick of the Queen's mentioning of judgement, she reached slowly for head and gripped clumps of her hair. At first glance, it would seem she had a blinding headache, as she was displaying as such and was letting out uncomfortable groans. " He had...said that the carriage had been attacked by a group, but then he lied again and said that he himself had carried out an awful deed. " crouching down to the ground, her forearms rested on her thighs, as she craddled her head and tilted it downwards. " He did not harm one... no... he did not do such a thing, but threatened to do so, in so many words. But I did not allow for it to get that far, no I did not " her words were racing from her mouth, clearly she was in distress at this point. Oh dear, she had made a right pigs ear of it all.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *She knelt down straight away, slightly to yer side, to allow ye more room to breath.* Everything be well, Adel. Ye be safe, and iffen ye hurt him.. iffen ye defended yerself, why Dorian would be most proud of ye.. there be naught to be afraid of. *but she had caught the one telltale sentence. She was naive and things oft went buy her because she nae saw the evil in others. But the sequence ye spoke of was too familiar* He had harmed jenkins, aye? *she offered quietly, one hand went to yer back, stroking circles, though naught other touched ye or restrained ye in any way*


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: " Yes...yes... it was in my defence... " she was quick to agree, though did not divulge any further details as to how she had actually defended herself. When the Queen had knelt beside her, she had allowed herself to give way to tears. It was a pathetic sight really, the disturbing wails filled the hall, which warranted afew glances from other guests. But as soon as Jenkins was made mention of, she bolted up right and with quick reflexes, she grabbed ahold of the Queen's wrist, the one which was obviously not at her back at this time. " No! No! " spit came flying from her mouth, her fingers curling into a vice like grip around the Queen's flesh. " Jenkins is in the carriage as we speak " she spoke through clenched teeth, sounding somewhat possessed as her voice had taken a deep husky tone.


Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: That was what he feared, the big man a blur of blackness as he moves up behind Adel....One hand locking around the wrist of the hand holding Her Majesty, squeezing with bone-grinding force as his other hand latches on her other upper arm, all but lifting her from her feet, his voice thundering enought o draw every Guard in the Castle to the Hall at a run..."ENOUGH!"


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *The carriage. The carriage that had nae left the stables for some days now. Iffen Jenkins had been in there, wounded, Dorian would nae have allowed it confined thus. Iffen he had been well, he would have been brought to the hall, to guest chambers.. or even to the infirmary. And she knew. Her heart broke for ye.* Adel.. Jenkins.. had to go... *she said softly, and making certain nae to wince, nae to give Dieter a reaction*


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: " Aaaahaaahaaaah " came the rather child-like cry when the man took action and dragged her up onto her feet, his voice sending a shock wave through her body to do his bidding, she had released the Queen's wrist in an instant. And she did not even attempt to struggle against the man's strength, she simply accepted it. Helplessly she looked at the Queen, though it was not for her to ask the man to release her, rather that she seeking the truth in her eyes. " Jenkins has left me, Your Highness??? " she shrieks painfully, her knees were becoming weak at the prospect, of course, the reality of it all was starting to come back. Why else would the Queen say he had gone. " But I ordered that the carriage remained locked, so he could not leave me again " she explained.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

++ Fifth of Five ++Diete: *The look she sent ye was almost reproachful, though she nae used words. All her attention was on Adel now.*


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: Adel... *she gently laid two hands around yer face, knowing that with Dieter's arms around ye, ye would nae be able to harm her. She nae forced ye to look at her, allowing yer head free movement, she simply held ye cradled thus* Adel... Jenkins went to our Lord Jesus.. the man hurt him. But he will nae hurt another, aye? Jenkins would nae wish for ye to hurt yerself over him, Adel. Ye be safe here. And Jenkins will be cared for. *she would make certain the man was buried, and buried soon. It was summer. T hey could nae risk disease.* Adel, listen to me... ye be nae alone. Ye be nae left alone. Jenkins knows ye have... a protector now. That ye be safe here. Do ye know such?


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Perhaps Dieter's intervention hadn't been such a bad idea, for the last time she had allowed to register Jenkins' death in her mind, she had gone on to commit a wretched sin. Blank eyes stare into the Queen's, unable to cry another tear, because quite frankly, she was numb to it right now. " That man killed Jenkins " she finally admitted, panting from the effort that ti took to say those words. Of course, she knew she was safe here, it was the reason she had returned, she had originally wanted to seek a proper burial for Jenkins, that was until her mind snapped. " What do you believe should become of the man? " she quickly asked, she felt woozy and rocked back on her heels, knocking into Dieter, which only caused her to sway forward again. " I am not alone, no... " she agreed, having become quite settled in Windstorm, she would hate to be thrown out. " ...yes... yes....Your Highness... " sounding very much out of breath, anyone would think she'd just run a mile or two, there was sweat across her brow.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *She nae let go now... the wound seemed.. lacerated.. but iffen she nae tended to it gently, the scar would remain ugly.* He killed Jenkins.. *she said softly* The law would demand his life in return. Iffen he was brought before me, I would try for leniency... though he would nae go unpunished. But.. I nae believe Sir Dorian would have him brought before me. *there was a certain.. acceptance within her, even though it pained her. The man's life was forfeit and there would be little she could do about it.* Nae worry of the man, Adel. He will nae harm ye again. That I promise ye. He will nae take anything away from ye ever more. I fear he will find death on his path sooner or later.


Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: His hand signs sending the Guards back to the posts, blades being sheathed as the ones stationed in the Hall settle back to their places. His hands moving to not quite touch Adel's shoulders...Not grabbing her, but in case she starts to go sideways, she seems about ready to collapse, thinking perhaps a draught of his own medicine might do her a world of good for sleeping tonight.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: " No....no...you are correct " she whispered in return " ... he can no longer harm me, nor anyone else ... " and she began to actually laugh, at first it was a painful sort of laugh but it grew to become maniac. It would be seen as an exhibit of extremely disturbed behaviour, that is to say, brought on by grief. There was no need to say no more, the Queen seemed to agree with...well, what had already taken place. " An...eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth....a life for a life " she had said with an eerie calmness after quoting the Good Word. She took a single step forward, carefully, not wanting to alarm Dieter. But without warning, she had stepped forward and into the Queen pretty much. Breaking free from the Queen's cupping hands, she went to embrace her, if it was not first stopped that is.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

++ Fifth of Five ++Diete: *She folded her arms around Adel and over her shoulder swiftly shook her head. There was nae danger here. She was safe.*-



Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland

Windstorm Castle | RPO



•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: his hands had started to move, ready to grab Adel again until Edfeil shook her head, lowering them as he just watches for now...Strongly suspecting that Adel took care of the man herself, not an act he would fault her for, rapists or attempted rapists are something he has no kindness towards.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Wrapping her arms gently around the Queen, she rested the side of her head against her chest and listened carefully. The sound of her beating heart was strangely soothing, because it signalled that there was life within. It was a rare show of affection from her, even if it was brought on through a selfish need of comfort. Hopefully now, she would stop staring into peoples eyes, for all she could see within everyones gaze was lifelessness. Closing her own eyes, she was calm. " One can hear the thumping.. " as she had called it " ...no longer in Jenkins, no " Seer had explained to her once before that that thumping was a sign of life. It had been a long time since she had embraced anyone in such a way, a very long time. And at first, she did not want to let go, she wanted to hold on and continue to feel this warmth and comfort, but she knew it not possible. Slipping her arms from the Queen, she took a step backwards, but remained close. Clearing her throat, she glanced towards the one with the goblet and took it from her. " Thank you, Your Highness... " though words did not seem enough. Without hesitation, because apparently she trusted the Queen completely, she knocked the liquid break and drained the goblet.


Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Windstorm Queen


•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de Blakeland: *Her arms held ye close, but soft at the same time, cradled like a child almost.* He be dead then.. *her voice nae rose, there was acceptance within it, even though at the moments she spoke the words a pain pierced her heart for the loss.* Then he be beyond the judgment of any here, Adel. Nae one will reproach ye for defending yerself, for nae allowing evil to go unpunished. *though she would have to speak to Dorian, about yer judgement, about the procedures. But that could wait.. what was more important now was to let the grief and the fear out. While holding ye she motioned Millie closer. Her instructions to her but a murmur near ye hair. A tincture to be brought of strong valerian, distilled and reduced. I a mixture with sweet oak and linden.. 't would ease the edge of hysteria that still bubbled under, and bring ye the rest and sleep ye needed. While she held ye and made circles on yer back in quiet motions, the vial was brought and the contents mixed within a goblet.* Now drink a wee bit of this Adel... it will help ease, aye? And ye need be strong now.. strong but supple.. nae ever become so hard ye would break... allow the pain to be... 't will dimm eventually. Ye nae need to worry.. he was an evil man who hurt others.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

The Aftermath of Jenkins' Death (Part 4)

(( Marathon RP - Starring Adel & Dorian hehehe!))






Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
I am not weird! One is merely Limited Edition.

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: That sun sure was mighty bright and hot today, beating down on her light and fair complexion. It was almost as if it was a big ball of burning fire, but she scoffed at this idea, as if a ball of fire could float in the sky, how ridiculous. It was so obvious that the sun was painted on the skies by the hand of God, and He caused the rays to come down, an illusion in effect. But anyway, she was hot and so she made her way towards the hall, through that door that leads off from garden. And so, leaving the garden behind, a slow pace carried her into the gathering area and she immediately made a bee line for the drinks. Ooh, she was thristy, that's why she reached straight away from a cool freshing jug of water, pouring it into a tankard... because she was that parched. Gripping the handle of the tankard, she glanced about to see if anyone was within earshot or eyeshot, and began to gulp the water down rather loudly.



Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
I am not weird! One is merely Limited Edition.

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Well, that hit the spot. No longer was her throat dry like the deserts of the Middle East, not that she had ever been to such exotic places, nor did she even know that such wild and adventure bound places existed. Possibly, if she was in the knowledge of those lands, she may attempt to journey to them, but she was definately not equip or ready for something like that. For now, she made do with the pleasant surroundings of Windstorm, the hall was nice and cool and she felt content now. Having drained the tankard of clear liquid almost in one go, she sat the empty vessel on the sideboard and glanced around without no real sense of direction. That was no reflection on her personality or way of life... just saying... ok, perhaps, slightly. But there she stood, wiping the sleeve of her arm across her lips, to remove what moisture may have remained after swigging the water.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He paused only a moment at the ebtrance to the Hallm eyes scanning quickly yet thoroughly...landing on Adel at the sideboard. Good...he'd put this off for far to long....hopefully today he would gain her at least a partial closure to ab event that had unsettled her world...."Good day, Adel...you are well?"



Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
I am not weird! One is merely Limited Edition.

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: What the Devil?! Why did this large man insist on creeping around as quiet as a doormouse... maybe it wasn't done on purpose and merely out of sheer habit, after all those years of...of...what ever it is that he did that needed him to be silent when he walked around. If she had had that tankard in her hand, for sure it would have either gone all over her or over him, she couldn't decide which would have been more amusing...definiately over him, yes, har har. But the case was, that she had put the tankard down. And if his sudden approach had startled her, by some miracle, she had kept herself composed and absolutely motionless. There came only the slight turn on her head, directing her gaze now towards him. " Ah, good day to you, Sir Dorian... " good, she was still calling him by his name, almost " .. I am good, thank you for asking " she said, with a high pitched and honest tone " And yourself, you too are well on this day? " she asked, because it was polite and well, she actually did want to know, afterall.



Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: He nodded to her in a pleasant manner and offered a brief smile...but there would be seen in his gaze an air of quiet determination. He was not actually on a "mission", per se....that generally involved the appearance of organs most wished to keep INSIDE of their bodies...but this was a taks he had promised to see to some time ago, and he would never allow it to be said that he was not a man of his word. "Quite well, Adel....thank you for asking. My time is my own, for now....will this be a good time to visit....Jenkins?"


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: ((slides that to you because I apparently LOVE the sound of my own voice))



Lady Adel de Blakeland
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•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Truly, she needed not even a second to think about that, no, she hesitated not. " Yes " came the short and sharp reply. Because she was more than ready, she had built her inner strength up, for this very day, to face the pile of dirt where Jenkins now rests underneath. It was something that needed to be done, it would be a closing chapter, of sorts. A goodbye, closure, if there is such a word. Time would tell if it became easier, if it would heal and go away. Currently, she was just existing, living in the here and the now, unable to move forward or even to look back and mend the things that had gone wrong so that a step forward could be granted. There was a lot of work to be done, she knew this, deep down. And she was most grateful to have Sir Hawkmoon here, even if she still didn't express as much, perhaps one day, she would be able to tell him exactly what she thought and felt about him. Maybe. " Uh.. would one like to lead the way? " yes, it was better to follow.. that way, if she changed her mind, she could just turn and bolt for it without his knowledge. But, that was highly unlikely to happen, plus she only knew the general direction after what the Queen had told her.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He nodded...."I will take you there, Adel...as I have promised. It would most likely be better if we went on horseback, though 'tis not far....Shall we?"



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•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: " Thank you " again, she kept her words to a minimum, for fear she may stumble and choke up some emotion that was already threatening to bubble forth. The last images of Jenkins her mind, were very confusion indeed. For she had believed the man to still be living, but merely resting, it had been a distorted hope that she had clung onto all the way back to the Castle from the place she had discovered his discarded rotting body. Knowing now that they would be travelling the short journey to the cemetery by horseback, she took the initiative to take the lead and broke from the stance that she had been standing in, to move swiftly across the hall and out into the corridor. She had no doubt in her mind that Sir Hawkmoon would be able to keep up with her short legs, trekking along the corridor, to move out into the sunlight once again... only this time, in the courtyard. There, she stopped and she waited... waited for Sir Hawkmoon, who would probably be directly behind her...if not, than...she would just wait some more.



Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He would move as she did....long, easy strides would keep up with her easily, and soon they were in the Courtyard...He signalled to a groom and requested that Shade and Adel's mount be made ready for departure. They would needs wait for a bit, so he would ask her a few things designed to gauge her mood and how ready she was for this..."Adel", he would begin quietly, "have you ever been to a gravesite before?"



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•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Of course she had heard the question, she just chose not to answer it immediately. Thoughtfully she watched the stable hand wander off to go about his duty and saddle up both Shade and Dante. How best to answer this question, truthfully, would be a good start. One does not need to get into detail of the when and the where's, unless of course those questions followed shortly afterwards. " Yes " the answer rang true. There was no reason to hide such knowledge. In fact, she had dug up Jenkins shallow grave, so that was a gravesite in itself, one lacking respect for the dead, but a grave nonetheless. A grave, she had disturbed... But yet still, she had not gone through with Sir Hawkmoon the happenings of that day.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He gave an inner sigh at her answer....tight...lipped....little.....why must she insist on forcing people to DRAG things out of her, which then led to misunderstanding and frustration. That was a good portion of her problem, he thought....for some reason she was deathly afraid of letting anyone get close to her> Not in THAT sense, of course, but how was he doing to teach here that everone needed those that they could trust...even he. What hurt had scarred her so deeply that this young woman...who should be laughing and flirting and enjoying the delights of being young....was almost just a pretty shell and no more? "I was taking more of a visit to a cemetary, Adel.....for most a loved one's final resting place...a place where they can "visit"......remember...honour...those they cared for and have gone on..."



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•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Presses her palms together infront of her, rubbing lightly... as though she had chilly hands, but in fact they were becoming rather clammy. In that case, no, she had never been to a cemetery where more than one body lays to rest. There was her Mother, but that burial had been a very different story, indeed. " And this is where Jenkins is now " she confirms, more to herself, feeling like she needed to state this fact. " I have never visited a communal burial place. A cemetery, no, I have not, Sir Dorian " eyes wander back towards the direction of the stables, the sound of hooves clashing with the surface of the ground could easily be picked up within a second. The stable hand having prepared the two horses was now leading them towards Sir Hawkmoon and Adel. Slowly, she looked to Sir Hawkmoon.



Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: Even had he not been the master of observation that the years had burned into him, he would still see that this was very uncomfortable for her. Her was taking her directly into the face of the very thing that had caused her mind to slip for a time. It was like the dark room in the recesses of a nightmare that one knew hel something horrible...too horrific to face...but they could not avoid the door. He judged, correctly he believed, that she had either never faced death directly...or had and her mind had fled from it. A glance spared from her saw Shade and Dante being led towards them. Quietly, he would pitch the words for her ears alone..."I will not force you to do this, Adel....but I believe you should..."



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•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: The faintest of smiles flickers across her lips at his words. He may be some fierce fighter, but he certainly was housing a kind heart, she believed. " And one trusts your judgement " what...what was that?? Did she actually say that she trusted him? Not just him, but the very scales of his judgement, by golly, this was process to say the least. If he hadn't been all ears, he might have just missed her low toned, barely audible voice. The two horses now came to a standstill side by side. The stable hand holding them at the mouth piece. Without another word, she circled around to where Dante stood waiting. Without much effort, her boot slipped into stirrup and she grabbed for the reins, heaving her weight upwards and over onto the saddle. Shifting her bottom, she made herself as comfortable as possible, as comfortable as this ride to the final farewell could be, that is. Again, she waited, waiting for Sir Hawkmoon to follow him out.



Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He had heard her words and would give a light nod, falling silent. He mounted with the practised ease of one that had spent his entire life in the saddle...which he had....and turned Shade's head towards the main gate....taking the lead for the only reason that he knew the location and she did not...



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•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: She gave a single sharp click with her tongue against the side of her teeth, which set Dante into motion, only giving a slight squeeze and pull on the reins to make him follow after Shade. Quietly she watched the Guards, as they past on by them through and underneath the gates and onto the main road. Only when they was out of earshot did she begin to speak more freely. " Are you certain that Jenkins is dead? " that was a bolt out of the blue, was she really serious in that question. As queer as it might seem, Sir Hawkmoon probably wouldn't think it was so strange, coming from someone like Adel. " You saw him with your own eyes, buried and he was dead? " was it that she hadn't fully accepted it or was she getting at something else entirely.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: They had passed through the Gate and just started along the road, when her question came. He would have to tread very carefully, here....Death was no stranger to him.....he had killed thousands in battle...and the times when it was....not battle. It was a thing he knew to be part of life's cycle...but apperently, she had some rather interesting...beliefs....concerning death. There would be no derision in his voice at what most would consider the silliest of questions...nor admonition. Perhaps that was the thing that frightened her...that the dead might walk once more. Hw would keep an eye out for the stand of yew that would be coming up shortly...he replied very quietly..."I swear upon my father's name...and upon my honour...that no life remianed in his body"



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•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Yes, she was glad that Sir Hawkmoon was so straight forward and to the point. He never tended to mock her outlandish ways, seeming to accept them, or it seemed. Far from getting upset by his honest answer, she sighed a heavy sigh of relief. This display of emotion could be read in completely the wrong way, that she rather hear it that Jenkins was dead and not living. But that was not true. The horses continued onwards, she had steered Dante along side Shade, keeping a good distance if they should need to suddenly turn though. Staring across at Sir Hawkmoon, she watched him for a long time, before speaking once again. " One would have liked to have had more of a role in Jenkins' burial " of course, she knew now that that wouldn't have been possible, but she was simply sharing how she felt. Better out, than in. " One played a very active part when it came to one's Mother's burial " she admitted and confessed, her eyes never leaving Sir Hawkmoon at this time.



Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: Well now....THAT was emlightening...the part about wishing to have a had a more active role in Jenkins' burial. To him, that showed an affection for the man...that he meant something more to her that just a casually tossed away servant, The next part, took him just a bit aback. Did she say that she had played a "very active " part in her Mother's burial??? What in the name of the nine hells did she mean by that? The small clump of yew came into view and he nodded to them..."We turn off here..." Continuing....:You were....unwell...Adel. I would have delayed it, but there was no telling when you would have been,,,prepared for it."



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•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: The whole time she had had her eyes on him, watching for any sort of reaction. And though inside it might have taken him by surprise, her words, that is, she had not detected any change of expression in his features that would alarm her or cause her to feel awkward around him. At his signal for the turning, she drew her attention away from his face and now focused on the road. Spurring Dante alittle ahead, not too far, but she seemed eager to make the turn before Shade and Sir Hawkmoon. But when reaching the turning, she pulled hard on Dante's reins, causing him to turn in a full circle and back up some, so that they faced Sir Hawkmoon and Shade. This action was only performed, just so that she could respond to what he had said. " Yes. I had not been quite well, had I? We could not have Jenkins cause an outbreak of disease, just because of the desires of one. That would be inexcusable and very selfish of me " she spoke words of compassion for others, it was true, she couldn't expect them to have kept Jenkins...not with the state he had been in already. With that said, she squeezes her legs against Dante's girth, leading him down the turn now.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He's only nod at her as he was trying to work something through on her personality....the way she had been just then...almost....the spark of something genuine, and then quickly covering it up. Indeed ot was almost as if she was playing out a role that she was the star of. But for nowm they were coming up on the clearing that was bedecked with various markers...few older than a decade. This had been the place that toe women of Windstorm and the Village had buried their dead after the Viking and Frankian incursions....the men had fought and died...the women had waited to mourn, for the duty fell to them to see to the burials. He reined in Shade and spoke soflty..."We walk from here....'tis not far."


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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Bringing Dante to a stop, she was off of his saddle swiftly, as seemed to be her way of dismounting the majority of the time. Blue hues search over the surroundings, where was Jenkins laid, was the thought that was pestering her the most, a natural thought at that. Patting Dante on the neck, she began to walk away from him, but than stopped realizing she really didn't know the way. " Yes... Dante and Shade can stay here. For it may be too upsetting for them " she reasoned, as animals did seem to have a sixth sense about them and if she, herself, were to get ...disturbed... than she did not want the horses to have to witness and go through the distress themselves. There were afew small trees dotted around here and there, she randomly approached one and pulled off a leaf, for no reason other than to scrunch it up and throw it to the ground. Turning to face Sir Hawkmoon, she had distanced herself somewhat, she waited to see which direction he would walk off into and she would be his shadow.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He brought Shade to a stop, easing himself from the saddle as he did....Adel and he were going to have to have a LONG talk soon...speaking thus had a way of making some wary. He still was not completey certain exactly what it was thet caused her to act this way, and speak as she did....but he WOULD get to the bottom it it....eventually. He took just a moment to orient himself, Adel's action had not been lost on him and he would make no comment on it, but would store it away for further use. Finally spotting the tree that mared hios resting place, he beckoned to her...."Come....tis this way..."


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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Here goes, no turning back now. Inhaling deeply, she held the oxygen within her lungs until she could take it no more, and than exhaled loudly and strides after Sir Hawkmoon. The ground beneath them was soft, but she made a point of trying to tread loudly, coming up along side Sir Hawkmoon, if trailing just slightly, her eyes dip towards his hand, watching the light sway as he walked along. " Do you believe that the dead might wake up if we make too much noise? " she was becoming a bit nervous, that was understandable, but her steps remained bold. While he was facing the other way and she followed, she went to reach for his hand, the tip of her index finger almost coming into contact with his palm but it did not connect and she dropped her hand to her side before it could be noticed. Looking straight ahead of her now, they were getting nearer and nearer with each step, there was no denying.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He would lead her along a certain pathway....not in the true sense of the word, but if one were paying attention, it would be seen that he carefully avoided stepping directly upon a grave....was he superstitious?....please....to him, that was disrespect and the dead were to be respected...those that deserved respect in life, of course. They gre closer to the tree that Jenkins had been buried near. The soil not now showing so much freshness as it had been some time...a marker would be seen there with his name and a few short words of description....nearby would be a small rosebush, put there by the hand of the Queen herself...He stopped there and turned to her...."This is the place..."


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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: End of the line. Sir Hawkmoon had stopped not so far from the grave, but there was yet still room to approach further. Baby blues surveyed all around the grave, before she stated with a cheerful tone: " This is a nice environment for him to rest peacefully " rest in the sense of death, that is. So she was pleased that he had been placed here, that was the impression given. Stepping to the very bottom of the grave, where his feet would be, she stared downwards for what seemed like an eternity, not another word escaping her lips. Jenkins was gone, she told herself. And in that instant, it felt as though the force of gravity had been intensified and pulled her knees to the ground, falling onto the soil. Gathering a handful of dirt, she squeezed it tightly within her grasp. " He is dead, because I allowed for my heart to feel for him " she announced, her voice low and angry. " Now, here I am. For the second time, at the grave of one that I cared for. Blood on my hands, for both, Dorian. " Uh, had she snapped again? No, didn't seem manic enough, sure there was anger, but who knew at this point which way this was going.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He would remain silent, as every person dealt with death and sorrow in their own way...and had their own way to show grief. He would keep a close eye to her, but would allow what woud come. He nodded as she tried to speak pleasantly...the cheery disposition as fals as the disguise he had worn just yesterday. She stood there silently for a long while, then dropped to her knees...the words she spoke full of anger...the vile sense of hatred that emanated from her was a force of it's own, but he allowed it to pass through him...did not allow it to touch him. Slowly he knelt....gently he placed a hand to her shoulder..."Adel....he is not dead because you cared for him...he is dead because he was in the wrong location at the wrong time. His blood is NOT upon your hands...HE made the decision to leave,,,you did not ask it of him. And what OTHEr blood is upon your hands that you speak of?"


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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: When Sir Hawkmoon laid a tender hand down upon her shoulder, she stiffened ever so slightly. Flinging the dirt from her hand, it scattered back over the grave infront of them. A past memory came flooding back to her mind, tormenting her and toying with her emotions. " My Mother's blood " she confesses meekly. Oh yes, she had also taken the life of another, but who really cared about that man right now, he was irrelevant to her pattern of thoughts at this time. " I wish to weep for Jenkins, but cannot " she randomly stated, before than going back to the subject of her Mother. " I swear to you, Dorian... " why was she using his name all of a sudden? "....I witnessed with my very eyes my Father murdering my Mother " she became animated, her hands coming out infront of her and taking shape as if she were throttling the life out of someone, bearing down ontop of them " He said to me, as a last act of love, that I must bury her. And he took her body, while I and another set about digging a grave, which took so very long, Dorian, very long indeed. Do you know what happened next? " she asked, but it seemed like a rhetorical question or perhaps a chance for Sir Hawkmoon to have her stop sharing any more, just in case he felt unnerved by it all.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: As she spoke, his chest constricted...burned....he felt a light touch...a warmth...fear....and then it passed. What in the name of the gods? Had this come from Adel...or had the source been another. He shook his head lightly and reached for her hands, almost like claws....gently taking them into his own, trying to aid her in letting loose what she NEEDED to say....what she'd needed to say for a long time...His voince was soft....deep.....offering compassion and understanding, through touch and voice.....just two simple words as he looked to her...."Tell me..."


Lady Adel de Blakeland
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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: There were no tears, not even a shimmer in her eyes, just pure and utter rage for the time being. And she had not attempted to remove his hands from her's, she was far too focused on what was going on in her head and to let another hear and try make sense of it all. " My Father dragged a wooden box to that hole that we had dug for her and put it down in that deep and cold place " her teeth were clenched, and if she wasn't careful, she might just hurt herself. " Cover her up, girl " she imitated the voice of a burly man, sounding to be very large in stature. " That is what one than did, because I love my Mother and she needed to have a blanket of protection from me " she had relaxed somewhat now " It again took much time, so much time to fill that hole and he watched. Afterwards, I knelt...much like we are now, you see Dorian, how we kneel to grieve? " she glanced over Jenkins' grave " And I began to weep for my Mother, because I did so love her " loosening her hands, she than stood up with little warning and towered over Sir Hawkmoon, taking the embodiment of a man, puffing out her chest and widening her shoulder. Pointing at Sir Hawkmoon, she boomed: " Why do you cry for this woman, child? " she than reverted back to a small voice, slumping her shoulders " I cry for the death of my Mother " yes, it was quite disturbing how she was reacting it all out. " He than laughed...and laughed, until he could laugh no more. Stupid child, your Mother is not dead. Though... by now, your love has definately killed her. And he laughed some more... because you loved her, she is dead. " she frowned and shook her head. " Again, I was forced to dig a hole, dig her back up. By the time one got to the box, it was too late. And my Father ripped it open, and he took a dagger and carved into her forehead. There, he said, she can have her mark back. Now you are mine, you shall not love another. So you see, Dorian, I did kill both my Mother and Jenkins " she had recited the final part of her Mother's life, of course, leaving out what had lead up to it, but that did not matter.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: As he listened to her words, he could feel the rage slowly build within him...burning like a cold white fire that singed what soul he had left. Though he was in the here and now and he was with Adel, a part of him slipped back in time as Adel mimicked that cruel laughter...and it was the laugh that Arioch had given as he'd drew his blade across Cymoril's throat....the same as he had done to Aren and Duren. He squeezed his eyes shut, shuttering back the tears, bourne of hatred. Arioch had been the Enemy...the Duke of Swords....but this....THIS.....was MONSTROUS!!...For a man do do a thing such as this...to his own CHILD....it was unthinkable....unspeakable...demonic. He doubled in agony as she stood...this time the waves crashed into him as if he were a ship on a storm tossed sea. His hand reached for the hilt of Hellspike and it thrummed in response to his anger...no...NO!!...He fought for control....battled the unseen foe...and held it at bay. He'd been holding his breath so hard as she acted out the story that he felt his head begin to swim. Sucking in a great breath he shuddered, rising to his feet....he placed his hands to her shoulders, then....his eyes BURNED with a feral crinson tinge....but no, he would not...could not hurt her. He fought to keep the touch as gentle as he could, looking to her....forcing the rage back and to keep his voice calm..."You...did not....kill...your mother, Adel. Can you....not.....see that he....tricked you. Manipulated you....used you to do what he had neither the strength nor courage to do..." His fingers dug into her, but not painfully so...."Their blood...their deaths...are on HIS hands....NOT yours...." Bellowing to make her see...understand..."HE IS THE AUTHOR OF THEIS DEATHS!!!"


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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: After spewing out what had been bottled up for such a long time, the final hours of her Mother's death, she had fallen into silence and kept a steady eye on Sir Hawkmoon. For a minute, she thought that he might cry and she too wanted to give way to tears and would almost feel a relief if the man did shed a tear or two. He had remained virtually motionless infront of her for much of the time after she had spoke her story, but than when she caught sight of the movement for his sword, she took a single step backwards. Could it be that he too believed their blood was on her hands and he was about to exact justice on her soul? This was what had entered her mind. That doubt would soon be extinguished. When his large hands cupped over her shoulders and his fingers pressed lightly into the fabric of her upper garment, she could feel the warmth of his flesh seep through the material and it was almost welcoming to have such a touch. But her eyes clamped on his, and she was unsure of how to feel....fear, relief, sadness...there was a whirlwind of emotions going through her. Something had been lifted, because she no longer saw the eyes of the man she had killed... that could wait for another time to explain.... she now actually saw Sir Hawkmoon's eyes, and she could have sworn the hues had shaded to colour that she had never witnessed before in the eyes of a human. The rage that she had felt, seemed to have transferred to him and doubled...no his anger was tenfold. His grip had tightened, and her spine straightened in that second. Was she scared? She didn't know...his voice boomed, it was enough to wake the dead...well, she hoped not. Downcasting her eyes towards his boots, she nodded her head to his loud voice. There had been years of manipulating, preparing, grooming for a purpose that she was to play out, but thankfully got away. Just then, her lower lip started to quiver and the floodgates of tears released, wailing her heart up.

Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: How long they stood there, her eyes locked to his ...he could not say. He felt, more than saw, her own warring emotions. It was when he saw the tears begin to fall that he knew he'd reached her.....finally.....broken through that wall of non emotion she had built. She would feel tattered and torn.....but that was what grief was, and she'd held her grief for far too long. As her body shook with the wrenching sobs, he gathered her into an embrace....an embrace that should have been given by a father. A child was a gift of love...the ultimate gift of love from a wife to a husband...snd she had been nothing but a puppet...a plaything...now it would come time for the healing to begin.... No words spoken, he simply held her and allowed the grief to spill out...he would not allow her to be alone.


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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: The embrace was more than welcomed, her own slender arms slipping around him... well, as much as possible, the size difference between the pair was considerable, afterall. Crystal dropplets rolled freely down her pale cheeks, a step closer to letting go of all that had come to past and all that was and is now. Resting the side of her head against him, she took in deep and sharp intakes of air, heaving to catch her breath between pathetic cries and sniffles. The man had truly been there for her, when she had most needed. He had helped her more than she could ever imagine or ask for. The tips of her fingers spread across his back, as she tried to regain control of herself and breath more steadily. It had felt good, to weep... to weep for Jenkins, her Mother and even herself. " I think... "her voice sounding croaky from all that wailing " ... I... "she heaved " ...got dirt on your upper garment... " she laughed, but it was a sad kind of laugh, a laugh that said... 'thank you, I am done', she needed to work on her emotions, of course she wasn't going to be the perfect, upstanding, stable woman over night, but there would be change from here on out. And apparently that was of a concern for her now, his garbs, she had grabbed a handful of dirt when near Jenkins' grave and had now smeared it over his back, without intention. Lightly, she tries to brush over the pieces that she could feel clung to his clothing.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: The rage was slowly subsiding, but the anger would remain for some time....not towards her, of course....but it was an anger that would have it's release later....and in a predictable manner. A large hand would pat her back gently, intended to soothe..."They will wash....no need to concern yourself over such a trivial thing. He would relax the embrace, and draw back just enough to look at her. "A beginning", he said cryptically...then..."Did you wish to stay longer, Adel....he must have cared a great deal for you...perhaps....if you believe it....he would like to see your smile.....one final time."


Lady Adel de Blakeland
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•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Dorian HawkmoonNightfall: Feeling his arms loosen, she steps away and out from his large frame. That was the second person that she had hugged in such a way since being here in Windstorm, the first being the Queen, and it wasn't a bad feeling. It would seem that she didn't want to break all contact though, just yet, and traced her hand down along his arm and finally slipped into his hand, giving it a firm grip. But she turned on her boots, so that she now came to face Jenkins' grave, rather than Sir Hawkmoon. " Farewell, dear friend. Until you rise and we meet again " that had no twisted meaning, she did believe in a hope that the dead would eventually rise and be peaceful somewhere, some place, some gathering area where everyone that is loved just... lives. A warm smile curled the corners of her lips, her natural feminine features were aglow, her eyes sparkled from the remnants of sorrow, allowing herself now to remember Jenkins for who he really was. A man who cared for her, and had tried to put all the wrongs done to her, right. With that, she nodded, a small indication that she was now ready to leave the grave side.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Nightfall's Bane
Windstorm Castle/RPO

•WINDSTORM LANDS•
...is somewhere on the lands of Windstorm...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXI: He stood there with her and listened quietly as she spoke her words....he believed that Jenkins heard them and that voice was heard inside....there was a gentleness to it..."He did..." Then he watched as her face softened into a smile...perhaps the first real emotion shed shown in a long time...for it had come from the heart. He wold not draw his hand away as she sought it, but would take it into her own. There was no need for him to speak, just now...and they walked quietly back towards Shade & Dante...