The Quest for Truth

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

The Writing On The Wall

Location: Private Chambers
Time: 7:30pm
Weather: Summer Storm Raging Outside!


-::- Justice. It is what most, if not all, cry out for in this world. A poverty striken family, unable to feed their young properly, wonder where is the balance in this universe? A lonely soldier, who's brothers in arms have been cut down without mercy, leaving only him alive, wonders where is the fairness in it all? There are so many other examples, so many stories. Adel's predicament just adds to the growing list of injustices mounting up over the course of human history. A vast world, full of individual tales of misery and regret. There were of course the happy moments, fleeting as those joyous times can be, one has to cling onto them and remember them with every fibre of their being when such blessings are bestowed upon them. Adel was blessed and did not forget to thank the Good Lord each and every night for releasing her from the clutches of her monstrous Father and delivering her into this safe haven, which was full of charming and forgiving peoples. But even though she found herself in such a peaceful refuge compared to where she had come from, and with a second chance handed to her by the Grace of God, that did not make her exempt from error. In fact, the harder she tried, the more she seemed to stumble, as is the way of human nature. Adel had made one of the most gravest of mistakes. But could it even be classed as such? No. To call it a mistake would be taking the responsibility away, it would be tarnishing her very judgement and the scales of justice would certainly be imbalanced. Yes, she had made the right choice in taking the life of another, removing a single soul from this Earth, justice had been done and the world was a better place for it.-::-



-::- It had only been a matter of time before a storm had decided to break out and release its anger over the pressure that had built up from the warm days that they had been having. Adel was sat at the small table with a small fire burning brightly near by. The shutters of the window had been partially left open, allowing for a breeze to flow throughout the room and cause the flames of the fire to flicker in protest. And so the temperature of the room was left to battle it out, the hearth was throwing out as much heat as possible, while the wind entered through the window and whipped around the interior of the chambers. If this conflict bothered her, it did not show, for she was far too preoccupied. Earlier this evening she had gathered a variety of fruits from the kitchen and mashed them down in a bowl into an off-putting pulp. Strewberries, apples and even the more rare oranges had been crushed and was no longer recognizable. Who would want to eat such a thing? A cute, little, baby capuchin monkey, that's who. Adel had brought the exotic, furry fellow from a strange man down at the habour, he seemed to have wanted to get the monkey off of his hands, some rubbish about a curse and treasure, she believed in no such nonsense and so was happy to oblige and pay the small price that he was asking for. So she played with the idea of naming the black monkey, with the white head and bib, Jinx. It made absolute sense to her, the darling had been called a curse or had brought on some kind of 'curse' to the weird sea adventurer, but already the monkey had brought a warmth to her heart. It was decided, forevermore, the capuchin monkey shall be known as...Jinx.-::-



-::- Jinx was sat on the table top, being fed spoonfuls of mashed up fruits, hungrily licking away at the food with nothing but pleasure. Every so often, Adel would rest the spoon down and allow Jinx to try and grip the handle by himself. It would be important that the monkey learn as quickly as possible, she wanted for him to fend for himself if the need ever should arise. Between breaks of nursing Jinx, she would take up a quill pen, dip it in black ink and continue to write on the scroll infront of her. One side of the scroll was already jam packed with close knit writings. If one were to examine the words more closely, one would believe that it was just one continuous single word, for there was not a single gap between them. Every letter had been joined up together, an intermingled neatly written mess, if there was such a thing. But it was absurd to think that such a long word existed, to fill a whole page and now it would appear she was repeating the process on the other side, there seemed to be no rhyme nor reason. A roar of thunder interrupted her flow, as Jinx became disturbed and let out an almighty screech. Tutting, she laid the quill down and picked up the tiny monkey.-::- " Do not be frightened, Jinx, Mama is here " -::- she said soothingly. Craddling the mite against one arm, Jinx's small hands clung tightly onto the fabric of her sleeve. This allowed her to continue to write. While the storm raged outside, she completed the other side of the scroll. But there was one more thing, to sign it off, she opened the cap of another ink well, dark red in colour. Dipping the tip of the quill into the ink, she added the finishing touches, a large red X at the bottom of the page. She sighed, seeming satisfied with the final result.</I> " There... " <I>she exclaimed with relief. Dropping the quill, she held up the scroll and blue hues skim over what she had written. It was just two names, written over and over and over again. Alister Baxter and James Cameron. Standing up, she made the short trek to the fire place and than threw the scroll into the flames. What in all Ha'des? The flames licked the scroll, happily consuming it within a matter of minutes, until there was nothing left but ash. Quietly she stared down with an empty stare, watching as the last remnants of the ashes flickered its final glowing light and then died.-::-

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

A Reflection

Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
There is a fine line between genius and insanity. One has erased this line.

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

ALL: The market place was booming today, perhaps it was just as boisterous each and every day, individuals doing their best to make their daily bread. But, she hadn't really noticed the loud bargaining before, it had been like stepping into a bee hive, buzz-buzz-buzz-buzzzz... it was enough to drive her insane. And so she had brought what she had intended to as quickly as possible and took herself out of that environment before losing it. White calla lilies, an expensive choice, being that the flowers were imported from a land she hardly knew anything about. Having left the village long behind, she had ridden Dante to the gravesite where Jenkins lay to rest. Leaving Dante tied underneath a tree, where he was well shaded from the sunshine and had plenty of grass to graze upon, she made the short trek towards the grave. Carrying the arranged bouquet of lilies in a craddled arm, she glanced briefly at the headstones of others who were now kicking up daisies. Arriving at Jenkins little plot, straight away she sits herself down at the bottom of the grave, cross legged, like a child who about to listen to a story. " Jenkins " she says in way of greetings, dipping her head forward ever so slightly. " Thought it would be nice to bring some flowers. " Lifting the flowers up as if to show, she gently places them down at the feet of the grave. " White calla lilies. To symbolize both new beginnings and death. Death for you, new beginnings for me. Almost seems quite unfair, does it not? " a screeching black bird stole her from her thoughts for a moment, her eyes drifting towards a nearby tree where it was perched.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
There is a fine line between genius and insanity. One has erased this line.

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

ALL: " You and Mother will not have given your lives in vain " spoken softly, she was still staring absentmindedly through glassy eyes at the black bird, who was also peering back at her and giving out its high-pitched cry. How dare this bird interrupt such a personal and sensitive moment. The tip of her tongue slides along her lower lip in thought, her mouth becoming somewhat dry and she continues to share with Jenkins what she had wanted to, despite the bird's racket beginning to irritate her to no end. " One has been thinking much about life and death since you have been gone. Life, tis like a passing shadow, brief and if one blinks one has missed everything. And yet death, it lingers... like a bad smell. " tearing blue hues away from the annoying pest of a black bird, her gaze drops towards a large rock, spanning just a little bigger then her own hand. " Jenkins, I killed the unrighteous soul that stole your life. The balance was partially restored, but there are yet two more souls who's fate needs determining. " reaching for the rock, she held it within her palm, the soft pad of her thumb smoothing over the rough surface. " Oculum pro oculo. A dentem pro dente. A vitae a VITA! " and as she called out that last word, she had gripped the large stone, brought it back and flung it with brute force in the direction of that damned black bird. Swiftly the large stone cut through the air, and before the bird could take off in flight, the heavy hard stone crushed the poor little creatures skull into the side of the tree. Gravity then took ahold, and it fell. This is when she stood and walked towards the lifeless bird.



Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
There is a fine line between genius and insanity. One has erased this line.

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

ALL: " This world is too loud sometimes " she put quite bluntly. Scooping her hand towards the body, she picked up bird. Blood was seeping from its beak and one of its empty eyes, bleeding the thick red liquid onto her pale white skin, it was quite a contrast, almost disturbingly beautiful. With a lack of emotion, her eyes remained fixed on it for a time. " This blood on my hands, I shall never be able to wash away the stain " Of course, she was not speaking literally nor about the sorry state of the black bird, dead for all time. Turning on her heels, she wandered back over to the grave and knelt down before it. Setting the bird down, its neck flopped and its squashed head rolled to one side. Shifting the position of the calla lilies, she began to dig a small hole with her hands and then proceeded to place the bird within the grave, blanketing it over with dirt. Patting the soft soil down firmly, she put the flowers back over it. " There you are Jenkins. I shall visit you again when I have word on those fools who crossed your path " pushing up from the ground, she bowed her head, before moving on her way back to where Dante was waiting.

Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
There is a fine line between genius and insanity. One has erased this line.

•DIRT ROAD•
...is on the road heading towards Windstorm...

ALL: When approaching Dante, she lifted her eyes skywards and there were silent dark clouds drifting their way. Squinting her piercing blue orbs, there was a sharp pang of pain hitting her heart. Grinding her teeth, she battled this dreadful feeling that was trying to overtake her, fighting it she knocked it back before her body froze over. " Dante ... " her voice sounded exhausted, as though she'd run a mile or two. Dashing over to the tree, she began to struggle to untie the beast, as panic was washing over her. This field of death, she couldn't remain here any longer, it was becoming suffocating, no, she couldn't breath. Once the reins were loose, she practically jumped and threw herself into the saddle. Snapping on the reins, it caused Dante to bolt from the area and towards the small dirt road that leads into this cemetery. The breeze was hitting her harshly in the face, her eyes beginning to let loose tears... it was only the wind though!!



Later that evening....


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
There is a fine line between genius and insanity. One has erased this line.

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

ALL: After witnessing that demented man draw a dagger the other night, it had got her to wondering. Having experienced a period of madness herself, where she had become out of touch with reality, a sense of euphoria had followed thereafter. But where was she now? A big part of her was hungry to go find those who were responsible for the death of the only man she had truly allowed her heart to love. Would she again feel 'contentment' when blood is spilled of those undeserving of life? How long would that feeling last for until she would need to feed that urge again? Was it just that she wanted to close the final chapters, would that make it feel complete or was this to be now a continuous vicious circle? In carrying out that first deed, it had set in motion a desire, whether right or wrong, she did not know. There a similarity that she was seeing though, and she hated herself for it, for she could see a reflection of her Father. A man who would fly off the handle at a whim, yet at the same time would plot and bide his time just to gain small satisfaction at the misfortunate and suffering of others, even his own Daughter. Maybe one day she would stare in him the face again, if that day should come, hopefully it will not be like looking in a mirror.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
There is a fine line between genius and insanity. One has erased this line.

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

ALL: He had not imagined that she would ever defy him by leaving Blakeland Manor, the chicken had out witted the fox. The monster of a man would have been left feeling humiliated and stupid, for having shared so much knowledge with her, with the intention of using her as a mere tool. It was not the case of simply marrying her off for alliances alone, the agenda had run far deeper then that, sinister as it was. It made her feel sick now, realizing how she had been manipulated and brainwashed over the years. Not everything had left her, it was still there, some of it. Taking a sip from the chalice, she contemplated............it dawned upon her, she too was biding her time....plotting, planning... but it felt so right.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

A Little Birdie Told Me

Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...

ALL: Stretching across the table, she finds a small ink well, containing the colour red. It was perfect to hold down and keep open the map, so she sat the ink well at the bottom left corner of the scroll. Repeating this process, she used a black ink well, a necklace with a lock of hair behind a sealled round glass and also the package that she had with her. All four corners were now firmly held down. A side slanted smirk tugged the left side of her lip, it was an awkward smirk, being that her lower lip hadn't fully healed as of yet. When Barb had brought back her carriage, the two of them had had a silent word and she was now waiting on a message from him. Finding her quill pen sitting on the table top, she unscrewed the red ink well, and dipped the tip of the pen collecting a good amount of the liquid. Smoothing her left hand over the scroll, the tip of her finger came to rest over Devon, and tapped against a location within that county called Lydford. Hovering the pen over the map, she hesitated for but a moment, before carefully marking the map with a red 'X' over Lydford in Devon. A heavy sigh, sounding to be of relief, left her and she just stare down at the map, examining it more closely.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

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

ALL: Leaving the confines of her chambers, she casually wanders down the corridor, in no rush to get anywhere fast. Although Barb may appear to be but a commoner with common ways, he had proven to be an extremely useful man to her, indeed, very resourceful. Two names she had discreetly and in absolute trust given to him. Explaining that it had to do with the time that her carriage had been attacked by outlaws, Barb had given a knowing nod and no need to say more. And she was hoping that his contacts stretched wide and far, but only time would tell. He had said he knew a man, who knew a man, who knew a woman, who had a Husband, who's mistress' Brother was a keeper for messenger pigeons and that through that long chain of connections, each owed one a favour, and so it should come back fruitful. How far could a person get when a name was given? Not one, but two names. Hmm, but once she had the information, what then... indeed, what then.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

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

ALL: It was just a waiting game now. And it most definately had her on tender hooks. But true to Adel fashion, she would not allow such feelings to bubble to the surface and be let known for the world to see. One would either need to be a mind reader or know her on a personal level to sense that something was on her mind. For the third time on this day, she found herself within the courtyard, lingering between the entrance of the Castle and the Main Gate. When horses did make their way in, they would need to move around her, because she was standing right in the centre. Blue hues were focused on the gate, but briefly they would lift to the skies, noting that a blanket of darkness was beginning to bring in the early night. And the moon, it had already made an appearance, with all its glory, shining brightly and lighting up the courtyard. Ok, at this point, perhaps it wouldn't take anyone with a high sense to notice that she was either waiting for something or someone.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

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

ALL: Now, she was never one to give up, naturally she was a determind person. But unfortunately, her patience had a limit, though she was practicing to stretch those limits...she hadn't quite got that far. That well defined jawline was becoming taut, her teeth grinding together within a closed mouth. Though, just as all hope was beginning to fade away like a dying star, a brown and white horse came trotting up the road and through the gates. The Guards had seen this man on a number of occassion and did not think he posed much of a threat. Barb caught sight of Adel immediately and brought his steed clip-a-clopping infront of her. " Missss be dere sumwheeere weee miiigh' speakaa in privacy? " and that very question told her that he had news, whether it was good or bad, remained to be seen. " But of course.. " she raised her hand, silently waving over one of the stable hands " ...please take care of this goodman's steed. He shall not be long, so the horse may remain within the courtyard " Barb had already dismounted the horse, she was yet to learn its name, should she even bother? Not really. The stable hand took the bridle of the horse, and without a word to Barb, long strides carried her in the direction of the gardens, heavy boots pounding down with each step. Barb on the other hand, followed with short swift steps, looking all around him as he followed her shadow.



Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

•GARDENS•
...is somewhere in the gardens...

ALL: Adel found a quiet and secluded area of the gardens. Searching briefly around, she could not see a single person within the immediate surroundings. It was only when she felt completely satisfied that not a soul was within earshot, did she gesture towards Barb to spill all. " What is the word, Barb? " she asked, just in case the gesture was not enough to prompt him. Barb knew not what this was all about, though he had a rough idea, it was better that he did not ask questions, that is how one remains out of the fire, so to speak. " Alister Baxter waassss lassta seen in Exeter, in a settlement called Pinhoe " he kept it brief and went onto the next name " Thisss James Cameron.. now 'e be workin' a regular jooob from wat me messenger says, at Watchet, Somerset " she scoffed, the man was playing the part of an honest human being. How vile, how disgusting... but she would learn the truth, no matter what. " Thank you Barb, you do not know how much this has helped me... truly " she was honest in her words, but Barb interrupted " Misss, missss.... but dere be mooore " blinks, having not expected as such. " More.....MORE??? " Whoops, she didn't mean to shout that, Barb realised it too and stepped closer to her, shushing her.. " Yesss missss.. a lad, a boy... whoo 'as jus' enter maaan'ood...Tobias Gibbs.. of Barnstaple, Devon.. " why....why...she didn't know how to feel about this, her head was spinning.... this was obvious to Barb, who had come to know her ways, she had waved him off and he took that as a sign to leave.



Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

•GARDENS•
...is somewhere in the gardens...

ALL: Oh, well... this just made her feel sick to the stomach, it churned and twisted. A delicate hand lifted to cover her mouth, emotions whirled around inside of her. What was she to think of this? What was she to do? A young lad?? Unsteady steps lead her over to a stone bench, and she practically fell backwards into it. Leaning with her free hand, she bears forward and to the side somewhat. Her mind was moving from one to a dozen. But wait.... wait.... just calm down for a minute, THINK! This could not be what it seems, it could very well be a simple rumour OR this lad had little to no involvement. Oh dear, oh dear dear... she really did need to seek advise in the most subtle of ways. There was no need to panic, there was no need to surmise. Sooner or later, she would find out. Yes, and so would they.

Later that night....


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
One cannot step twice in the same river.

•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...

ALL: Back within the confines of her chambers, Jinx was fast asleep on the bed, thank goodness. The news of this Tobias Gibbs did not sit well with her, Barb had said he was but a young lad. Either so, she would have to make a decision. Young or old, he had taken part in the attack and now must take full responsibility for his actions. Loosening the strings on her heafty boots, she slips out from her footwear with a sigh of relief, she had had them on for far too long. Making her way over to the small table, she rests her palms down against the edge and peers down at the map that she had spread out earlier that day. There was but one mark on it, a red 'X' inked on the border of Devon. Soon, three would join that X, now that she had new information and locations to go on. But now, she had to decide whether these 'human beings', if they could be called as such, had had any part in the killing. If so, well, the balance of things would need to be put right again.

[Lady Adel de Blakeland]

Shopping Spree!

Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...

ALL: In the early hours of the morning she had commandeered a corked clay bottle, measuring at around one pint, from the Kitchen. And she had filled the bottle with vinegar, until it came to half a pint full. Being that she was now part of the Home, she did not feel there would be any qualms if she borrowed a iron kettle, so that is what she did, which she had fastened securely to the side of Dante's saddlebag and had been carry around with her for the day thus far. Arriving at the Village later then she had hoped for, she took the familiar route towards the Smithie. Guiding Dante along the main road for a short period, before steering him down a more narrow path, the sounds of the anvil being smashed against, metal against metal, rang out through the air and was a sign that they were fast approaching the Smithie. Dismounting Dante before she was upon him, she took the reins in hand and called out: " Good day to you " the Smithie stopped hammering a sword he was straightening out and looked to Adel with recognition. It was her forth visit here in a short time frame. " We really must stop meeting like this " she smiled, as did the Smithie. " Tell me, goodman. Do you have any shavings of iron or small cut pieces that have formed in the way of chunks or tiny balls? " Well, that really wasn't a request that he received every day, but what with the constant hammering of swords, straightening, cutting to be just right, there was bound to be some left over pieces, fragments that could no longer be used. He disappeared from sight and into his shop, only to return a few minutes later with a small sack pouch, handing it over, she was quick to ask: " How much do I owe you? " but this time, he raised his hand and shook his head. She had been a frequent customer, and he valid the loyalty. Plus, it wasn't much iron. Bidding farewell, she disappeared up the path with Dante in toe.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...

ALL: Browsing from one shop to the next and even peering towards the odd stall every so often, she found it to be a hard task to find the next item that she wanted. Dante followed close behind, doing well to avoid the people and it had to be said, there was a great number out on this day. Finally, she came to a shop window that had in its display jars of crystals and liquids of all different colours. Hmm, she wasn't sure if this was the place she was looking for, but only one way to find out. Giving Dante a firm reassuring pat on the side of his neck, she left him where he was and entered the small shop. Pushing the door open, a tiny bell rang, that was positioned just above the door to alert the shopkeeper of customers. " Greetings, my dear " came the sound of a very frail voice from behind the counter. Walking closer to the voice, she returned the greeting: " Ah, greetings to you also...I was... " before she could state what she wanted, a little old woman stood up from behind the counter and stepped out into the light further, pointing her crooked arthritic finger in Adel's direction " Let me guess, you seek to enhance your love life, am I right? " the look on Adel's face absolutely priceless, beyond shock: " I beg your pardon, goodwoman, one is a unwedded Lady... I seek no such thing! " a hacking laughter roared through the shop, and the tiny woman came over and tapped Adel on the back " Oohhh sweet child, I have to get my kicks some how... now, what can I do for you lovie? " letting out a sigh of relief, she glanced about the shop, eyes roaming over the jars. " Yes... one was wondering if you had any alum? " the old woman, who was bent over, wandered away from Adel and began to read one label after another, seeming to struggle. Adel stood.....patiently.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...

ALL: Around 30 minutes would pass them by and the sweet old lady was still repeating: " Alum...alum...alum... " while side shuffling and examining each and every one of the jars. Adel was leaning up against the counter by now, clinging onto her sanity, until finally she heard: " Ah ha! Alum! " she jolted upright as the woman took the jar off of the shelf and carried it carefully over towards the counter. There was a weighing scales sitting ontop, the woman now asked: " At what quantity? " hmm, she hadn't really thought about how much she would need. And stood with a thoughtful deep gaze upon the woman, who stood silently and with the patience of a saint. " Uuuh... " her eyes searched the empty vials and various different sized containers behind the counter and on a shelf. Pointing towards the container which could hold a cupful, she nodded: " Please, that one " the woman took the cup with its lid down from the shelf and then disappeared out back. It was another 30 minutes or so that she would stand there idle..almost nodding off in this heat of the day. But eventually, of course, the old dear returned and sat the cup on the weight scales, then began to place weights on the other size, estimating a final price. Once she was satisfied, there was a small amount of banter, apparenting to lower the price, even if it was a fraction. In time, the pair came to an agreement, and both parties went their ways with a smile. Back outside, she again mounted Dante, and urged him to leave the village now.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...

ALL: Humming quite contently to herself along the main road, Dante travelled a brisk pace. Keen eyes searched the land scape, seeking out a large oak tree. Hmm, she could have sworn she had seen a number of them dotted around when leading towards the Castle. Oak trees were most common, so it shouldn't be too hard. Gaining to a speedy trot, they drew closer to the Castle at a more faster rate now. It was only when she spotted a large oak tree, that she pulled suddenly on the reins to the left, and Dante veered off into that direction. Pushing up on the stirrups, her rear was raised from the saddle and urged Dante to gallop quickly towards the target, that being the oak tree. Approaching the tree in no time whatsoever, she commanded Dante to drop, which he did with a loud ney. Practically jumping down from the saddle, she scanned the ground, all the way around the base of the tree. Every so often, she'd dip low and pick up a gall nut. Lucky for her, some creatures who no doubt lived in the tree had knocked some out and well, now she had an amount that she could work with. Cupping both her hands, her palms became full and she steadily walked to Dante and poured them into the saddlebags. Hmm, she had a satchel in the opposite bag, but that could wait. Climbing back onto Dante, she headed towards the Castle once more.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...

ALL: It had been her first thought to carry out the recipe within the forest, but didn't want to be out there too late and a fire would definately attrach unwanted attention. So she decided to do her prepearing in the Hall, along with boiling that needed to be done, over the roaring flames. After travelling the full length of the main road, she came to her final destination for the day, the Castle. Breezing through the gates, she stopped Dante near the entrance of the Castle. Dismounting for the countless time this day, she circles to his rear and dips her hands into one of the saddlebags, producing a carrying satchel. In to the satchel went the pouch of iron shavings, the cup of alum, the half pint of vinegar in the pint clay bottle and the two handfuls of gall nuts, along with a scroll. Ah, not forgetting the iron kettle that she had attached to Dante's saddlebag too. With everything she wanted removed, she instructed the stable boy to take Dante for a well earned rest. As for her, there was still much to do. Long strides carried her into the corridor.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Strolling into the Hall with a satchel hanging from her left shoulder and a iron kettle grasped in her right hand, she made straight for one of the long tables which was situated nearest to the fire. Placing the satchel and iron kettle down on the wooden surface, she scratched lightly at the side of her head in thought. Clapping her hands together gently, she rubbed them lightly up and down. Now, all she needed a mortar and pestle. The Kitchen should definately possessed such an important tool. Her hands now hovered over the satchel she had laid down, as if to say 'stay'. It was only now that she lifted her gaze and began to look about the Hall.


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: (( And Sarah )) Though she did not want to be rude enough to interrupt an ongoing conversation, she equally did not want to appear as though she was out right ignoring the two faces that she currently recognized within the Hall. And so, from where she was standing at the table, she gave out her greetings. " Greetings Sir Dorian, greetings Sarah. One hopes the day has treated you both well? " she asked, her eyes set upon the pair, before absentmindedly glancing towards the door that would lead off to the kitchens.


Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Lady Adel de BlakelandXT: She had turned to go to the side board for her own drink...the evening meal was already on its way to be set out..she could actualy smell the fresh bakes and the roast meat....turning her head as she heard you...her smile blossomed...color still seemed to cling to her cheeks ..."Greetings Adel....how are ye doing teday? And aye...its been a most pleasant..if not quiet day.."...sparing a look now to the items you had pon the table ....half turned to cran her neck a touch.."What have ye there?"


Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

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

Lady Adel de BlakelandXT: Taking his gaze from sarah, having both heard Adel, and seem her from the corner of his eye...was about to greet when she actually beat him to it. As he'd turned to greet, he noticed that she had a few...shall we say...odd items...that she had brought into the Hall with her...tilting his head a bit, as he greeted..."Good evening, Adel...have you decided to take up cooking as a hobby?"


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: " The day has certainly been a very fruitful one for me, so therefore, I am quite content " she replied to Sarah, with a soft smile now painting across her lips. And Sir Hawkmoon almost asked in unison with Sarah as to what she had here or what is it that she was deciding to take up. Downcasting her eyes towards the satchel, which kept the items out of sight for now and the big iron kettle, she supposed it did look as though she was about to brew something up. All she could do was laugh, her....slaving over a stove? When that day came, Ha'des would certainly freeze over. Or perhaps, one of these days, she may just settle down.....buwha......buwhahahaha an amusing thought. " Tis somewhat of an experiment, if one is honest, and I am being completely sincere with you both when I speak these words " It was an experiment of sorts, but one that she knew what the outcome would be.


Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: She had looked a bit longer at what sat there pon the table...having no clue what so ever of course...but turns slowly as Adel spoke and would reach for a goblet...But she knew ...even now that Dorian would be as curious as she ...if not more with him needing to stay pon things in the castle ...she could see before she turned..the expressions pon Adels face..something was a bit ..odd ..in this moment and surely had her mind turning now towards the thought of what this may be


Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

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

Lady Adel de BlakelandXT: He looked to her even more curiously...experiment? what was THAT supposed to mean? He would rise and move a bit closer, looking a tad more closer at what she assembled...."Might I ask...what TYPE of experiment?"


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: " Oh... " came the single word that could mean so many things with different tones, this time it was spoken with surprise, giving the impression she had forgot something. And before those few moments past before the 'oh' escaped her lips, she had opened the satchel and began to line up the items. A clay pint bottle containing vinegar, a cup of alum, a pouch full of pieces of iron and then scattered across the table, the gall nuts " ... uh, I shall be needing to take a small trip shortly. Yes, a business venture, you could say. Be there anything that either of you be wanting outside of the lands Windstorm? " she asked, most graciously and it was rather kind of her, if she does say so herself. It was then that Sir Hawkmoon would ask his question, and she did not hestitate a single second in answering him: " It would not interest you too much. For it is more the liking to the female gender " she laughed sheepishly " Vanity, a terrible sin, indeed " and she left it at that.


Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: She had poured herself a goblet of wine..and turned now just as Dorian had lifted from his seat...and glanced now to the destination she knew it to be...where Adel had her things..and was currently standing..walking slowly over to one portion of that long table and leaned pon a hand ..almost looking to slouch in a sense as she observed the situation...lifting hte goblet to her lips to quench the thirst that had occured...the sweet flavor of it pon her lips and tongue and most joyously felt to appease the dry feeling on her taste buds and throat...


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: One of the servants went shuffling by with a tray, turning and side stepping infront of her, the servant almost bumped directly into her with a heavy thump. " Excuse me, could you be so kind as to fetch one a mortar and pestle? " the servants had wide eyes, still in shock at the sudden stopping and then she simply nodded her head, and went back to her business, circling around Adel and dashing off for the kitchens.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

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

Lady Adel de BlakelandXT: He would look over the items she had laid out...looking from them to her and back...and the look he gave her told her that he did not believe a word of it...."Well....I DO believe I smell vinegar...rather a potent aroma, that. And metal shavings...gall nuts...." Folding his arms over his chest..."I think you had better start talking, Adel....quickly...and at least TRY to make it believable..."


Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

ALL: Her brows perked now as she listened. Something was surely up with this situation. She slowly moved to step over the bench and then would sit herself down...peering at them both...but not a word spoken. She knew not what was going on...her interjection not required...not in the least...she would also be enjoying the wine ...it seemed rather cooled in temperature and that made it taste a bit better


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: A fine brow quirked at Sir Hawkmoon's suspicion, and it baffled her as to why he found a simple array of items to hold a sinister meaning. Picking up the clay bottle. " Vinegar, it is natural. " putting the bottle down, she then picked up the iron shavings in the sack pouch " Iron, another natural element " and she went from one to the next, picking them up and stating that all were natural. " Not a single item here would harm a fly. Tis for cosmetic purposes, that I alone shall be using. Do you not trust me, Sir Dorian? " she asked, with both brows now raised in anticipation to his answer.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

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

Lady Adel de BlakelandXT: He sighed and rolled his eyes upwards...looking back to her..."Gall nuts are used to make inks...I would hardly think that ink would be used as a cosmetic...vinegar...another item I can see no cosmetic use for...and metal shavings?"


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: The servant returned from the kitchens and set the mortar and pestle down next to the iron kettle. Looking towards Sir Hawkmoon for a long moment, she removed the lid to the kettle and put it to one side. And she wanted to laugh, but she did not, because for once, she felt like she had one over on Sir Hawkmoon, that is to say, that she knew something that he did not. " Ooohhh Sir Dooooriiian. A man can not be expected to know the secrets of a woman's beauty expeditions " glancing towards Sarah, nodding for confirmation. " You have not answered my question, so I shall assume you do not trust my word. So I say again, this is for comestics use, for me alone " her words came out calmly, but she was somewhat hurt and disappointed that he did not trust her word. But she supposed she just simply should get use to that. Sitting herself down on the bench at the table, she began to peel back the shells from the gall nuts, one by one, side glancing towards Sarah with a bright smile.


Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO

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

Lady Adel de BlakelandXT: He looked at her for a long few moments, pursing his lips in thought..."Alright....I'll accept your word...but understand this. You may not be lying, but you ARE being devious...I can feel that as well as I can feel the breeze on my face. try not to ley that deviousness get too firm a hold on you, though....or one day it will be your undoing..."


Lady Adel de Blakeland
X
The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...

Dorian HawkmoonWindstorm: " I believe someone taught me to think before taking my next move and not to rush into things.... yes, to think it through " she gave him a knowing glance, before getting back to peeling the shells from the gall nuts.