Castle duties

[Cara McKenna]

This is a work thread for any and all who serve inside Castle Windstorm, be they pages, maids, stable hands etc. Daily duties can go here.

[erlina the serving girl]

MAKING THE MORNING BREAD 8-28-12
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(08/28/12 - 09:04:27 )
Erlina
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

•KITCHEN/SERVERY•
...is in the kitchen/servery...

ALL: Erie, as she was called by many within the castle, rose and dressed with the sun, in her usual work dress and apron, dark hair pulled back in a severe bun that was secured at the back of her head.Small feet slid into her servants slippers she would then scurry out into the kitchens for the mornings duties.Hers this day it seemed was the making of fresh bread...bending first to start the fires in the hearth that would warm the chimney ovens nicely, she would struggle a bit with the thick round logs that would soon catch flame finally muscling it into the hearth pit with a soft girlish grunt.That done she makes quick work of lighting the morning fires, to let the ovens heat afore handing things over to the slowly waking pages and allowing them to start the spit fires.



(08/28/12 - 09:18:10 )
Erlina
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

•KITCHEN/SERVERY•
...is in the kitchen/servery...

ALL: Grabbing a large metal bowl then she would begin mixing ingredients for the bread, flour, water, salt and yeast all mixed up together as Erlina begins the job of kneading everything together.This process would take quite a measure of time as the mixture is dumped out onto a clean lightly floured prep table.Kneading and rolling the dough this way and that for several moments, her arms already feeling like they are ready to fall off. With a sigh she finally begins to cut the dough, making sure there is enough there for several loaves as there would only be one chance at baking these today.


(08/28/12 - 09:35:02 )
Erlina
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

•KITCHEN/SERVERY•
...is in the kitchen/servery...

ALL: The dough balls are then slowly pressed and rounded into the loaves they have been seperated to become, each placed inside a loaf pan for baking.Sliding each loaf into the chimney oven, making sure there is enough space between each pan for proper baking Erie gives a grin as Millie comes in through the side door carrying vessels of the morning milk and a basket full of eggs and fresh meats. All of these things would soon to be going on the hot plate for cooking.Ughh she was tired but the day just started! We need ta work on yer stamina lassie! Lady Cara would soon joke in her ear and Erie would playfully cut her eyes at the Lady and stick her tongue out!



(08/28/12 - 09:47:19 )
Erlina
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

•KITCHEN/SERVERY•
...is in the kitchen/servery...

ALL: Laughing at her Lady Cara gives her a swat with a wooden spoon and sends her off to begin refilling the decanters and other vessels of drink on the sideboard for the morning meal and the day ahead.Soft giggles could be heard as Erie scurries off, and after a quick check of her work and a shake of her head Cara moves to one of the clean prep tables to begin contemplating the Wedding Feast.

[Dream Loxley]

((Splendid idea ))

As Chatelaine of Windstorm, many of her duties were behind the scenes.......discussions, preparing lists, delegating and trusting in others to do their own chores with diligence and enthusiasm. She knew the Kitchens and the Infirmary were in very capable and caring hands.....the Stables and stockroom also had people she trusted taking care of their responsibilities. Most of the Servants were under her wing, with only the newest lads and lasses working more closely with Cara, they all seemed to be comfortable with their duties as she had not heard otherwise.

For the celebrations and the actual Wedding, there were many more items to be dealt with. She had spoken with Edfeil of her concerns and assured her the Hall would be made ready, also having ordered enough new benches to be made. The local carpenter and the blacksmith would work together and promised everything would be finished and delivered in plenty of time to be arranged in the Hall. Banners were well in hand, the table linens were expected within a few more weeks and extra trenchers, goblets and serving platters had also been ordered.

The food would be left to Cara, but Dream had begun to speak with both her and Edfeil of an idea she had heard tell about. Although the thought of slaughtering any animal was not something she enjoyed, of course it was a daily necessity and the Swan, along with each fowl bird that would be boned and placed within one another, would certainly be a most impressive centre piece, especially if the feathers could be attached again. This was something she had no idea of in truth, but would strive to see it completed if at all possible. Boar, venison and pies had always been well received at other functions, and this was by far the most important event Windstorm had ever witnessed. It would be the talk of the Realms for many a year to come.

For now, Dream had been spending a lot of time making plans and speaking with those of the Castle and Village, employing extra folks to serve and help clean the Castle, making sure the guest rooms would be suitably received. The Hunt would be left to the menfolk and the stables to Perran who had also been given more lads to help prepare. She hoped that she had made herself both available and approachable should the need arise for more planning and discussions.

[Maire the serving girl]

(09/28/12 - 11:58:17 )
Máire
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

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

ALL: Moving to the storage cupboard Máire gathers a work pail and scrub brush, cloths as well. Making up the bucket of wash waters and soaps she rises hefting the bucket upward as she goes upstairs.Twas the third room she had worked pon this day, having cleaned Her Majesty's, Her Betothed's and now she began pon this one. Stepping inside the chamber she sits the bucket pon the floor, dropping the scrub brush within sending suds and liquid spitting upward to drop on the floor nearby.Placing the drying cloths on the chest nearby the lass hurries out toward the linen closet on the floor to gather new linens and top furs for warmth. Lifting the bottle of citrus oils from the shelves as well Máire turns and heads back toward the rather shockingly small room, considering its owner, and slips inside.


(09/28/12 - 12:26:32 )
Máire
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

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

ALL: Placing the oils on the table Máire moves to the bed to strip it dropping the used linens in a basket to be washed, replacing them with the newest ones.Once the bed has been dealt with, Máire rises inexplicably taking the pillow from the top of the bed and walking out with it. Was she meaning to have the pillow washed, cleaned? Anyone who saw her would think so. Moments later she returns with a pillow within her grasp still. Sliding it into the clean case she lays it pon the top of the bed again and moves to the bucket, kneeling to begin scrubbing the floors clean as she did at least once a week.


(09/28/12 - 12:57:36 )
Máire
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

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

ALL: Once the floor has been cleaned to her satisfaction, which all told truthfully was quite exacting, near that of Lady Cara's own, Máire sets to drying it carefully.Whilst she works she cannot help but wonder where the Prince had gone. It was like this for a week every month and it was naught something she understood. Still she could feel the aura that usually surrounded Him permeating the room, if not a good deal more than usual. That aura did naught soothe her as His true presence might however as it seemed to bring back memories of the night before. The dreams that had until that night been quite good, had turned horrific and terrifying. The sight of some beast attacking the Prince, the sounds of what seemed to be the beasts laughter as she screamed in terror, and then to see it turn on her, its red menacing eyes seemingly peering into her soul as it stalked toward her seemingly intent to torture her as it had done to the Prince before. She had awakened in a cold sweat screaming before the beast had reached her but it had held the same black aura she felt now, only stronger terribly menacing and demonic.


(09/28/12 - 13:39:10 )
Máire
Serving girl
Windstorm-RPO

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

ALL: Shaking off the memories quickly as she finishes scrubbing the floors dry with the cloths Máire would rise and begin to dust and shine each piece of wood within the room. As that is finished Máire begins to leave the room, pausing as something seems to nudge her attentions back to the Prince's swords hanging on the wall. How many times had she been in this room and seen those swords hanging there. Máire bites her lower lip worrying it hard. Setting the basket pon the floor once again she moved to look them over, feeling a push somewhere in her mind...'what are you so worried about? You handle knives every day? It can't be any different than that?' But wasn't it different? Hadn't she seen the guard the other night hardly able to hold it upright for more than a few moments? 'But yer not him...you know how to handle such things don't you?' Frowning at the thought yet feeling a swift thrill touch her mind, making her heart begin to thud in her chest Máire reaches up and carefully lifts the greatsword down, groaning a bit at the weight she was surprised to feel. Sliding the blade out slowly, assuring herself that doing such will lessen the weight Máire gasps as she realizes that no it has naught done so at all, and without the help of her second hand the blade swings downward crazily, catching her leg and giving it a swift but small gash...Gasping at the sharp pain she drops the sheath and tries to catch the blade with her other hand doing her best to be careful now, yet it does no good as she winds up gashing her second arm as well.Wincing at this she struggles to put the sword back in its sheath, not realizing her blood still coats part of the blade. Struggling to place the resheathed sword back in its spot, Máire carefully makes her way out of the room and down to the kitchens where she grabs a couple clean cloths from the servants cupboards, wrapping one round her arm, tying it tightly to stem the flow of blood, before doing the same to her right leg. Pulling her dress down and the sleeves down to 'winter' style she then carefully makes her way back upstairs to see blood pon his floor now. Gasping she hurries forward with a whimper at the pain to scrub that part of the floor clean of blood so He shant know what she had done. Or that anyone had been hurt.

[Dieter]

Oh dear....Someone is in SO much trouble now!!!....*laughs*

[Lady Edfeil]

((uh oh...))

[Maire the serving girl]

For a week or a little more, after the incident and injury, for which Máire covered up, and said naught to anyone, the lass worked and chored as usual, taking down meals each and every night to the dungeons where Prince Ulbrecht kept watch over one of the cells there. It was in that time, when she had stopped to talk with the Prince that she discovered to her shock, a secret. One she would keep hidden and safe...for that she vowed and she intended to keep such! As such within the week's span she forgot, for the most part what had transpired at the beginning of the week, as she had naught and did naught change the cloths she had placed over the gashes in her leg and arm...