Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on Jan 5, 2013 14:54:19 GMT -5
(01/04/13 - 14:06:52 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: Having already had her time this morning in the infirmary..things so quiet these days..a good thing to be sure..but she still felt that things must be prepared ...always. her devotion to her new home..to the wellfare of those here and those she now thinks of as family...having an extended family in that sense made her feel very good inside...but all the good thoughts would not take from her what Dorian had said last night..pon previous evenings as well. With this situation coming to the fore front ...she felt helpless..she felt almost lost as to what to do...and her slumber was oft disturbed by dreams...she did not want to tell him last night pon his words...that the dream had come again...The same one...with the coin...however...sitting pon the edge of her bed..facing the wall where the window is...shutters closed however...but her attention was on the medallion that Dorian had given her...she could not make out the inscripted writting that appears to be on it...not a language she was familiar with...
(01/04/13 - 14:52:57 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: The end of the week was here…and as he had promised, he would depart this very eve and begin the hunt. Carefully prepared missives lay neatly rolled on the desk in his room…they would be delivered to the recipients they were intended for at the proper time. He had finished with the necessary preparations that this “journey” would require…selecting various weapons and tool that he would need. He had spent the nigh alone on the battlements after he had seen Sarah to her room, preparing himself mentally for what could be called no less than wholesale slaughter. He knew that few understood his vehemence in insisting that no members of the clan be left alive, but none here knew the Jenn as he did…had no inkling of the walking depravity that they were. The chill in the night air had helped him wrap that icy calm that had always been the Wraith’s trademark about himself…the calm that would bring the clarity of the senses…almost making him more animal than human. He still thought of Wraith as another person…a separate identity…and in a real sense he was. After this was done, there would be no more Wraith….precisely what he had intended nearly 20 years ago…
(01/04/13 - 15:13:41 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: The moment she has already spent in her chamber...had been enough.She felt as if she were about to be over whelmed by her thoughts..and so she would need distraction. The weather had chilled conciderably..she did so love the warmer weather but knew that every season had to have its turn...and soon enough spring would blossom forth green and flowers and leaves...it would all awaken and soak up what rays would be gifted pon thier hungry limbs...The weather did seem a bit dreary lately with the drizzle ..and the flakes of snow mixing in it all. The wind had been torturous as well..today ..she knew it was not her mood to make it appear so cloudy but just the actual set of weather pon the sky..the sun blotted out..tonight she knew would be a very dark night..
But there was more...Things were already set in plan..not just what Dorian had planned...but so much more. This would unfold to the unknowing mind...far too quickly.
Lifting from the bed...tucking the medallion into the sash of her dress..near the coin she always carried with her..the one Dorian had given her pon her first weeks here in Windstorm...Taking her shawl up as she reached her chair...and turning...Hilda was on the other side of the door...the guilt felt over that had passed ...because she simply was not allowing anyone in her room in these times...that was pushing things a bit far..and perhaps a stubborn part of her wished they would sway from thier duty and take comfort in the great hall ..with the food and drink there always available..and the warmth of the fire...hunger was pulling at her at this moment so..a thought to get a bite to eat before evening come..perhaps the last for ...days to come..she may see her husband to be...which did not at all make her feel comfortable..or happy...it weighed pon her nerves like pinching fingers...angry ones at that
(01/04/13 - 15:40:32 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: She had paused..the door still a few feet away...for some reason with the trailing manner of thoughts pon her mind..she would lift her chin...and slowly set her dark gaze pon the interior of the room she now resides...Turning slowly as she takes it all in. So long its been felt to be since she had last appriciated the generosity of what has been given to her...She has a deep fondness for her Majesty...as if she were to look upon her own sister...So much has come to be...and it has not yet been a full year...
A breath drawn had produced a soft subtle and long sigh from her as she turned her head and faced the door...Then her gaze drifted as she began to move. The floor once more having her attention as she went deeply into her thoughts once more...it was ripping at her in ways she had never felt before..the sadness tugged so strongly pon her emotions that her lips had not felt a smile through this entire day...evening now approaching swiftly...perhaps a walk or something may help
(01/04/13 - 16:18:42 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: The idle thoughts that ran through his mind as he prepared…how for the umpteenth time he had questioned his wisdom in returning to Windstorm…trouble had always followed him wherever he went…and he had never intended for Windstorm to bear the brunt of his troubles. So wrecked had he been when the business in Nightfall had been completed, he simply had had no other place to go…no other place that had been a home for longer than anyone save Sarah and Edfeil knew. He had remembered the sense of peace that he had felt here…the way that he had been accepted without question, even when he revealed his background and what he had been. He had never sought fame or notoriety, but had somehow achieved it…had been appointed Captain of the Guard at Agustin’s insistence…and he had fulfilled those duties rigorously, until he had been compelled to leave. The thoughts now moved to Sarah, and what he had found in her…a young woman…pretty and caring…he had been attracted to her at their first true meeting, but with what he was and the darkness that lived inside him, he had never thought to pursue it. He remembered well that day they had first really talked…she had been knocked to the ground by a surly drunkard, and he had helped her to her feet, offering to share a meal with her to make up for her embarrassment…and he had that business proposition to talk over with her as well. They had spent the afternoon talking, and he had found it so easy to talk with her that neither had touched the meal that was brought. They had talked WITH each other, not AT each other and he had found her to be the most charming young woman. If he were to be asked, he would have to answer that it had been her smile that he had fallen in love with…that open and honest smile that was so full of the very essence of her. Why did he have to burden her with this…..why….
(01/04/13 - 16:33:12 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: She had often thought back to things..it was in any moment within her nature to remember the better things..and honestly ..in her life..her family had done well in providing safety..and a sheild from what other things go on behind closed doors..she recalled the dreams once when she was little..sounds..blood..battle..metal on metal and the screams..she had went on with those dreams for many years...what had soothed them down finally was her mothers words..admittion..They had not always lived in Caernarfon...they had moved there when she was about four...she does actualy remember fragments of that...something had driven them from thier home..a home that would not have a name..not once had they mentioned it..even in whispers..they gaurded so many things ..but ..doing so to sway away from having to invent lies...and she had never felt to question them..she figured they did what they knew would be best...
Now..they were here...and they would prosper...she had gotten a missive from her sister ..already her father had gotten several contacts rounded up and come the seasons end..the flow of trade would pick up ..the waters safer to travel...
Movement had stirred along her form as she moved down the steps...it had been so quiet..it was so hard to believe that something so dark and dangerous was actualy out there..she had not seen the missive that had been sent ...but she was in no way the sort that would call anyone a liar...She knew it to be true...she knew what it meant...She knew what Dorian needed to do...any harm to him would crush her though...and this scared her more than anything..to find the one love in her life that matched her heart..her soul...there would never be another...she did not want to think of him not coming home...she couldnt...
01/04/13 - 17:13:50 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: He stowed away the last of the items he would need…including the special armor that he’d had crafted specifically for winter use, colored so that he would blend in and insulated with soft and warm lambs wool. There was little else to do, save wait for nightfall and then set out. Once more his thoughts drifted towards Sarah as he stared at the bundle that lay on his bed…he knew that she loved him as much as he did her…but he still had to think if being involved with her was the right thing to do…for her. He had given her the chance to walk away, and she had not taken it…her love was that strong, and he had been glad for it. He would give his own life for her….if it meant that he would have to fall so that she could go on, then he considered that a fair trade. He wanted nothing more than to have her as his wife…to share his life with her…to always have her heart and her smile…her company…and her good, common sense. He knew that she thought herself simple, but she was far from that…not as far as he was concerned. She was a sensible woman, and good common sense seemed to be a rarity. She was never the type to push, but would give an honest answer if asked…and even an idiot could see that she put thought into what she said. He gave a gentle sigh as he looked away from the bundle….he didn’t deserve her…but he was very glad that she believed he did…
(01/04/13 - 17:25:52 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: The moment she had stepped into the Great Hall..thats was when someone had rushed up...so swiftly so that Hilday had reached her hand to the hilt of her blade and sternly stepped up as if to put herself between this person and Sarah...She had of course turned her head quickly and lift her hand..clutching her shawl with the other so it didnt fall from her shoulders...to stay Hilda...and turned to see the person with a breathless anxiety filling the space.
"Im sorry ta bother ye ...But I was told that ye were tha one ta speak with Miss...Something has happened ta Kollen...I mean..the son of the Dugass's...he had fallen and is hurt and is not waking up ..and there is so much blood..I have come ta ye Miss ta please ask ye urgent care on this .."
Of course the man had been startled..he looked to be around the same age as she...early twenties...Her thoughts drift swiftly away at the news that was rushed pon her..turning her head she would urge Hilda to get those that would be needed...or else she would leave without escort...Hilda tried to argue...but Sarah was already speaking with the man ..telling him to rush back to reach them before her ..she would be on her way now...He would give a nod and she would turn in a rush to get to the infirmary to grab a few things...her heart pounding fiercely...a child has been hurt..a family in dire need...there was no way on this planet she would ignore this..not even had it been not so dire...
(01/04/13 - 18:08:19 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
ALL: *She kept her eyes upon the sacrament. Yesterday's conversation with Lady Grace had unsettled her. And then there was the wee hope that had fluttered inside of her and had faded out this morn.*
(01/04/13 - 18:11:56 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: He stepped to the small window, drawing aside the hanging that covered it….the sun had gone and night cast its welcoming shadow, calling out to the shadow warrior. He could not say how long it would take, nor when he would return…and that was something that he wished he was able to tell Sarah. His gloved hand rose unconsciously to the spot above where the lock of her hair laid against his chest…she would never really know how much that simple gift meant to him. Not only was it a link to her, but it was a link to his own humanity through her…the humanity that she had seen and steadfastly believed in…that humanity that had made her agree to be his wife. Sarah saw so much more in him than he ever saw in himself…just as Edfeil did, she was firm in her belief that he possessed both soul and heart. What he was going to do was just as much for her as it was for Windstorm….they could never be happy…never have the life together that they both wanted as long as the Jenn lived. They needed to die; it was just that simple…
(01/04/13 - 18:21:20 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
ALL: *Her prayers were simple. A woman's prayers, who trusted in the light. A prayer for souls, for hope, for those that were her family. For those she nae knew that might be facing a knife that had seen too much blood already. Her mind went to Phelan, as it had so often these last few weeks. She could see the gloves on his hands, the gloves he had refused to ever, ever let her touch.*
(01/04/13 - 18:21:43 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...
ALL: There had been a clatter of noise that errupted within the great hall for a moment while she grabbed some things and shoved them into a cloth bag...But she did hurry for the dire need of the child having been hurt. She had not tarried long with asking what had happened...the fella she had not gotten a name from had already left..his boots were on stone so fast in a turn that no one had gotten a name..his passage through the gate uncomplicated as he did not carry weapons of any sort...She had rushed through to the main door...exiting swiftly and Hilda on her heels..a couple of gaurds had been drawn to the stable...and her horse obviously prepared...Portia seemed to have a giddy sense of excitement..but she knew her mare could not know the desperate and seriousness of the situation..all the horse knew was..she was getting out...
She had not waited for proper introductions or hellos as she swiftly pulled at her dress and perhaps improperly swept her leg over..a shawl still pon her shoulders..having not had time to get her cloak..the cold air slapped at her face instantly the moment she tore out from the stables...Hilda and the other two gaurds well on her shadow...and the night seemed so dark...gloomy and even a drift of snow in the damp air was beginning...the come of that had seemed to pad the air and swollow sound..all but the thunderous beats of horse hooves on the road that leads to the village..
BUT....somewhere out there in the village in the shadows..lurking and waiting with the well taught patience that always seemed to pay off for ..thier kind..thier ..group...they would wait...TWO of them...and no where to be seen ...as the family within the moderate but warm home fret and toiled over thier son...who still has not awoken...they were unsure what had happened..his leg was broken...The skin was broke apart as if it had been ripped..and his pants soaked through with blood...there pon his brow a deep gash that they were also trying to keep from seeping too much blood out..they were deathly affraid that he would bleed out before the healer arrived..
(01/04/13 - 18:49:09 M)
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: It was time…and tarrying about thinking on things that he could do nothing about at this time would not help. The sooner this was over and done, the better. Picking up the secured bundle, he made for the door to his room…opened it…and exited, securing the door behind him. It was at that moment that one of the guards came rushing up, obviously in a flustered state…”Milord…I was sent t’ tell ye that th’ Lady Sarah was called t’ tha Village ta tend t’ a injured child. She left wit’ dat big Vikin’ woman an’ two o’ tha guards …” At that instant he knew…..damn, but he KNEW…he had never been the target…it had been Sarah!! The words hissed from between gritted teeth.. ”I want five guards saddled and on the way to the Village as fast as their mounts can carry them….MOVE IT, man…why are you still standing there??” That tone would have chilled the blood of a hardened man, and the guard never bothered to say a word, but turned and ran…and he was on his heels. He bothered not a bit with greetings or pleasantries, but made his way down the stairs…straight through the Hall, and towards the courtyard. Almost tearing the door from the hinges as he threw it open, he called out in a voice that could neither be ignored nor argued with…”OPEN THE STALL…NOW!! The shrill whistle that came from his lips was answered with Shade’s cry of response, the well trained warhorse responding to his master’s call…tearing from the Stables and making his way to him. Tensing his body, he began to run as Shade approached, then flung himself into the saddle without Shade missing a step…and thundered towards the gate as if all the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels…
(01/04/13 - 18:57:33 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
ALL: Nae long after you, five guards would mount, and the Master Sergeant would look after them. One look at your face and he knew better than to speak. Instead he rushed to the halls, and had the bell ring loudly, putting the castle on high alert.*
(01/04/13 - 19:00:51 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•HOME/BUSINESS•
...is in a home or shoppe in the village...
ALL: She had not thought about the cold that was soaking clear through her dress and rushing up the hem as she leaned in a touch with the speed at which Portia had taken. She had always known the mare to be a quick one..and realy having perhaps needed more lessons in riding before this night but..she didnt fall..her legs gripped tightly..The gaurds and Hilda on mount wasnt far behind...close enough to see through the darkness of night the passenger pon the mare...But even with the cold..the drizzle of snow..she had not felt it ...her cheeks turning brilliantly red and her ears stinging...her fingers ungloved...so they were stiff and cold by the time she had reached her destination..she had barely waited for Portia to stop completely before she started to dismount..stumbling as the gaurds and Hilda now were also rushing to dismount and taking positions and watching every spot they could...Thier nervousness was obvious..
She had grabbed her bag and now went ot the door..before her hand could lift to give a sturdy knock..it swung opena nd the warmth within rushed out.
"My Lady...please!!" the woman had come around her thick husband who looked ot be toned by the work he does..what that may be is unknown...there wasnt time to find out ..."He is hurt so badly..Please...So much blood..I nae know what ta do" She literaly reached and took Sarahs arm...
The father did give the gaurds and Hilda a look at that point as they went to rush in ..his thick calloused hand rose...he did offer kindness but he was within himself frantic with fear as well...offering them entrance but knowing not why the Lady had such accompanyment with her like this...But they were offered warmth ..but to stay at the living room space near the the other side of the hearth..to stay clear so that Sarah could do what she needed to do without having to swim around bodies
(01/04/13 - 19:13:44 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...
ALL: He’d no way of knowing how long it had been since she’d set out, and he urged Shade to his best speed. He didn’t know precisely what the plan was for Sarah, but that wasn’t what was topmost on his mind….reaching her before anyone else could…was. It would only take an instant…a head turned momentarily…no more than a second’s lapse in awareness…for the viper to strike. Even if this were only a ruse to bring him out alone, it mattered little. Nothing would stop him from the course he was now on, and with little more than a whisper, he urged Shade on all the more. He could not blame Sarah for succumbing to this…it was her duty as a healer, and though he had no idea what the circumstances were, they would have to be dire to leave the Castle in such a hurry. This was how the assassin operated…using that thing that would drive a person to their own advantage…creating a situation through patience and guile that would afford them the best chance of completing their mission. He could only hope that his fear was unfounded and that Sarah was unharmed…but the chill in his heart told him otherwise…
(01/04/13 - 19:15:25 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
ALL: *she heard the bells and her eyes widened, for a moment she remained, transfixed, knelt as in prayer and wondering what she was supposed to do. Remain within the chapel, or go to the courtyard. Before she could consider otherwise the decision was made for her as Sergant Lan stepped towards the doors and took up position in front of them, his had on his sword, ready to deal with whoever opened those doors. Sweet Lord in heaven.. there could nae be bloodshed here!*
(01/04/13 - 19:23:11 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Amidst all the sounds of rushing footsteps outside the door, one pair pauses, knocking on the door and speaking through it loudly enough to be recognized, the Guards having informed him of the Queens whereabouts as soon as the alarm was given..."Lan, it's Gregor...Open the door...." Assuming Lan was standing just within with bared steel.
(01/04/13 - 19:28:59 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *The door opened, an inch, Lan's entire frame braced in front of it in case it was a trick, he slightly sank through his knees to look out and confirm the words, so his head would be lower and not the target for a well aimed knife. Having asserted your identity, he opened the door a man's bredth to let you in, then closed it. Nodding to the courtyard his question was simple* What? Jenn?
(01/04/13 - 19:29:44 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: He'd been at the edges of the forest on patrol when the ringing of the alarm bell could be heard from on high, a touch of one knee turned Othello and a slight squeeze sent the stallion hurtling back towards the Castle, swinging wide around the village rather than slacking speed, spotting the tail end of the men following Dorian, though his first priority is the Queens safety as Othello surges up the hill, blasting through gates held open long enough for him to enter to end up here, dancing and snorting as the stallion looks aorund for a threat.
(01/04/13 - 19:30:35 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•HOME/BUSINESS•
...is in a home or shoppe in the village...
ALL: It all seemed to happen so quickly. She had not thought about the gaurds..nor thier looks as the father had them maintain a distance..they had the boy on the table...Blood seemed to drip from the side...Sarahs voice usualy so soft would now be issued forth in a tidy ordering sense...although oddly it seemed to hold a firm smooth assureness...while the mother seemed to be a touch frantic..."Yer going te need te stick ye dagger or knife in the coals..I will need a thick straight as ye can get stick ..a rod of wood if ye have it..or plank...I am goin te need boiling water and extra clean cloths if ye have them..if not we can get some.."
The mother shot a look "The water is out back...Let me help ya ..please.." Her tone very insistant..so Sarah was not about to argue..while the father of the boy now went to do his part without hesitation..this was not going to be a pretty sight at all..there was another healer in the village ..but they feared for her age...and had gotten word about Sarah...somehow..
It was only moment smore that she had set things out...pon a counter..salves and such..she was talking to whom ever would listen about the bone needing to be set..by a pull of the leg..the wound stitched and his head stitched as well..she had checked his breathing and pulse..the pulse was weak but still there..his skin palor from loss of blood..she had also spoke about broth..pointing also to several pouches...tea..broth..could be met with the certain herbs she had prepared months ago...healing and pain relief would follow...however..she worried the boy would not wake...his head injury was pretty severe...The mother having come back with the buckets now...Sarah turned and took one abruptly and followed the woman to the back entrance of the modest home...The gaurds and Hilda all tried to move to do what they were told to do..but the father stopped them short with curt words of having respect for the life of his son..that had them stopping in thier tracks ...instantly..
What happened next..even more quickly...the moment the back door opened and the nights shadows had surrounded Sarah and the mother of the injured child...Movement would stir pon the side...Two figures like serpents in pitch oil would slither from thier spots ..having estimated the need for the well out back and it had paid off ..they of course had other plans pon this very night how another method or two could be used to gain what they were after...The woman was first to have been knocked out...they had planned to do the same with Sarah...But she had turned..and at that moment something struck her pon her cheek ..sending her to the ground just as hard as the other woman...the world around her began to spin and not a sound had been set free from either of thier lips..not having a chance to give such..
The one shadowy figure had now tried to lift Sarah...A sound now seemed to wish to emit from her lips and found or ..felt..something swiftly covered her mouth...A mere half minute went by and they were gone...the light from the doorway now spreading across the lawn ..the mother of the child unconcious...sprawled ..as the father had come forth to call for thier haste in this...to see his wife there ...Panic rose his voice in warning ..the gaurds and hilda had ignored the earlier words of the man of the home...One instantly turn on his boots and went forth to send word as swift as possible that something has just ....happened...he mounted and would spur the horse in action
(01/04/13 - 19:32:16 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Standing back from the door so Lan can see him...Showing himself to be alone...and armed, the blade Edfeil had gifted him with at his belt..."I do not know, I came after the Queen straightaway..." Slipping in, glancing about the room, with it's single solitary entrance in and out. "I would ask you to take a post outside this door....And trust your judgement on who to allow near it and entrance."
(01/04/13 - 19:38:07 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: Jumping down from Othello, drop-reining the stallion there in the middle of the courtyard, facing the gates as he turns to the Guards rushing around, looking for Gerben or one of the other senior men to learn the cause of the alarm. Hands checking the two blades riding at his belt as he pushes his cloak back.
(01/04/13 - 19:40:19 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
GregorPrince-Consort of : *There was only the infinitesimallest moment in which he considered. He'd learned to make decisions fast. With a nod, he slipped back out of the door, once more opening it only just wide enough for a man to slip through, his sword unsheathing as he stepped out*
01/04/13 - 19:42:42 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Nodding as he closes the door behind Lan, dropping the latch and testing the door to make sure it is secured, knowing that the only way anyone is coming through those doors is either to be one of the few Lan trusted, or over your bodyguards dead body. Turning back to you and moving across the chapel to you. "You are alright my Queen?"
(01/04/13 - 19:43:16 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: ~I had been in my chambers reading over something or another when the alarms went off, I stood and went to the window and looked about seeing alot of people moving about, i would push the chair in and moved silently back to its spot and slowly open the door and step out in the hall, i moved silently down the steps~
(01/04/13 - 19:43:29 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : I am well. *she said simply* I was at prayer. The bell... *she gestured to the courtyard* Do we know what? C ould ye see? Was there an attack?
01/04/13 - 19:46:12 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Shaking his head..."All I heard is that Dorian left, with all speed...I was in my study, working on some papers...." Moving to sit sideways on one of the pews, blade kept clear as it hangs at his side, reaching out one hand to draw you to sit with him. "I decided my place was with you, and that Dieter and the others would see to the Castle."
(01/04/13 - 19:50:48 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: Finally hearing that Dorian had left like a man possessed, he nodded, turning to let sharp eyes scan the surrounding grounds and walls, seeing everyone moving to their posts with a professionalism that would do credit to a far larger realm...Turning to speak a few quiet words in Frisian to the big stallion, but leaving him there, all of Windstorms Guards knew to stay clear of him, and anyone else that should happen to enter the courtyard unwelcome...Well, it would be a very brief and messy lesson. Turning and making for the stairs to head up to the wall over the gate where he could see better outside.
(01/04/13 - 19:52:47 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
says to GregorPrince-Consort of : *She glanced at the altar, then back at ye, allowing her breath to escape.* Sarah? *the word was a question to which she feared the answer. He could nae loose her. He could nae. She knew he had planned to leave soon, but nae.. like this. She had expected him to leave quietly, with as little notice as possible. this.. nae sounded like it was planned.* Should.. we attempt.. to go to the hall? *the words were hesitant. Where was her place? What should she do? She knew what her father would have done, but such things were nae within her power*
(01/04/13 - 19:53:08 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: ~I had finally entered the hall worried and having no idea what was going on i moved to the window i always look out and peer out of it whatching everything~
(01/04/13 - 19:55:07 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...
ALL: ((While all this was happening)) He rode hard and with a determination that would rarely see an equal. Shade was swift, but Sarah had a head start on him by a few good minutes. He was in that battle mode now…that mode that had him aware of even the minutest of details. Sights, sounds…even smells…all were processed and stored as he neared the Village. He was far too aware of the abilities of the Jenn to take anything for granted…of course they would be bold enough to walk into the lions den and snatch the sleeping cub…it was their arrogant trademark. As he thundered into the Village, he spotted one of the guards…noted as such wearing the livery of Windstorm…riding hard towards him. Bringing Shade to a halt, knowing the guard would recognize him, he called out…”WHERE IS SHE??!!” Realizing just who that voice belonged to, the guard stopped his mount in an instant, stammering out a reply as he turned to point.. ”I dun know, exactly…Milord…tha father was yellin’…something’ ‘bout his wife…Ah knew something’ was up and set t’ hightail it back t’ tha Castle fer help…” He cut the man short….imbecile…”SARAH, YOU FOOL….WHERE IS SARAH??” noting the direction that the guard had come from, he spurred Shade and consigned the man to non existence…making his way to the house. Flinging himself from the saddle as he reached the small house, he barked a word to Shade that would keep him in place and turn him into a killing machine, if anyone tried to come too close. What he saw was chaos….a man’s voice…movement. Long strides took him towards the house and he made his way inside without preamble, taking in the scene swiftly…he saw the child…seriously hurt…the other guard that had gone with Sarah…and Hilda. As his eyes met hers in a question, she dropped her head slightly and would only shake her head….Sarah…was gone…
01/04/13 - 19:57:09 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: "I do not know my Queen...For now my worry and Lan's is Your safety, and this room is far more secure than the Hall should something unforeseen occur...We shall have to trust Dieter and Gerben to see to their duties, and a question to the Guards will tell them where you are, if they don't already know, or haven't spotted Lan looking lethal in the hall."
(01/04/13 - 20:05:03 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
ALL: The one that that had nabbed her had her now flung belly first over the front of the saddle...her unconcious form limp as a rag ...the first clock to the cheek had not rendered her so..but the secondary knuckled response to her cheek once more had..and it had also set a fair cut pon her soft skin. She was not completely unconcious but she was unable to do anything while darkness all around her so cold seemed to veil her eyes..there was something fitted pon her head..and snug about her mouth..and her eyes felt as if they were seeing the explosion of lights..her ribs felt the jab of the saddle horn and her legs the cold breeze as it swiftly pushed up the layers of her dress near her feet...one of her slippers had fallen off..again not able to get the time to don her riding boots...The moment she felt the jostling come to her senses a bit more..she realized she was being taken somewhere..and panic rose...a deep gruff voice met her through the wind.."If ye do not still woman ...I will add t'yer other cheek" She had though started to struggle and felt the pressure pon her spine...as he brought something rather hard pon her with a whack.."Still" he seemed to hiss just enough that it had gotten to her ears..The man obviously had no regard as to how she arrived...he was getting compensated well enough..and instructions had not been given that she was to arrive in whole unshattered piece..nor alive for that matter
(01/04/13 - 20:05:30 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: ~i kept watching out the window, I was sure I would be safe here in the hall, or would be told if I had to go else where so til then i would keep watching out of this window~
(01/04/13 - 20:11:29 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : How long.. will it take to make certain the castle itself be safe? *she asked softly, trying to calculate. The few times when the alarm had been false, it had been a matter of minutes, but iffen something had happened.. and considering yer words about Dorian something had.. it could take longer. She nae knew. She felt as if she had to do something. But the simple tone of yer voice made it clear that whatever she did would be confined here, in safety, nae matter what*
(01/04/13 - 20:13:04 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...
ALL: It wasn't long before he joined the archers on the wall, looking out from above the gate and down the hill to the land below, a quiet question to the Guards, the answer coming back in short order, assuring him that Her Majesty was protected. Frowning thoughtfully before he turns, passing new instructions to the archers....Anyone approaching the castle from any direction other than on the road was to be warned off, one warning shot allowed to reinforce the warning and if they didn't stop, they were to be shot.
(01/04/13 - 20:15:09 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Taking your hands in his as he tries to calm you...Unfortunately it isn't like back in Leeauwarden, there a floor within the royal residence had been sealed off, able to be secured in the event of an emergency. "I would trust one of them to come let us know when they were assured to Your safety Edfeil..." In private, just the two of them, he resorted to using your name.
(01/04/13 - 20:28:56 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *She closed her eyes and leaned slightly forward, resting her face against yer shoulder* If Dorian rode out.. if as ye say.. if the alarm was sounded.. *she breathed in* Is there .. a way we can ask Lan.. to find a guard who can tell us.. where Sarah be? *she knew the answer. Or feared she knew it, and she could but pray the woman was nae dead already*
(01/04/13 - 20:28:56 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *She closed her eyes and leaned slightly forward, resting her face against yer shoulder* If Dorian rode out.. if as ye say.. if the alarm was sounded.. *she breathed in* Is there .. a way we can ask Lan.. to find a guard who can tell us.. where Sarah be? *she knew the answer. Or feared she knew it, and she could but pray the woman was nae dead already*
(01/04/13 - 20:33:36 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...
ALL: He strode directly to her, and spoke in a tone that would brook no argument…only one word…”Report…” It was spoken not as friend to friend, but as commander to subordinate, and it produced the required response. Hilda straightened and met his eye…”A man came to the Hall, M’Lord, and spoke to the Lady Sarah of an injured child. I and two of the guards accompanied her here and once inside, she started issuing orders concerning the care of the child. The guards and I were asked to keep a distance, out of respect for the child…but Lady Sarah was still within our view. Before I could move to stop her, she and this man’s wife..” Indicating the obviously distraught man…”went to fetch water. They had only been gone moments, but the man felt it was too long a time, and went to look….’twas then he raised the alarm. I moved to see what the matter was and saw the wife laying on the ground senseless…and Lady Sarah nowhere to be seen. I called for one of the guards to return…and you arrived shortly after…Sir..” He took in the words, and had he been a different man, he might have taken her head on the spot. She had looked him in the eye and there was no attempt to deny any responsibility…no attempt to speak falsely. It was simply not possible for anyone to lie to him. In the state he was in he would only nod curtly…his anger was not to her…that cold, white anger that was coursing through him, now….just as it had all those centuries ago…”Secure the area…” He made his way through the back door to where the well was located, noting that the woman was no longer senseless. He was about to question her when something caught his eye….a scrap of parchment pinned to the doorframe with a stilletto. Moving to pull the scrap free, he saw the secret script…and the mark at the bottom…”You know the place…” Those were the words that would translate. He looked into the distance and crumpled the scrap in his fist.. ”You’re already dead, Krachak….you just do not realize it yet….”
(01/04/13 - 20:40:17 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Nodding as oen arm slips around you to hug you gently. They were in private and you wee his wife after all, before rising and moving to the door. throwing the bolt and crackign it open long enough to speak to Lan quietly. Closing the door and throwing the bolt once more as he awaits the progression of the question, knowing Lan wouldn't move but askt he first guard to pass. Several moments pass before the answer finally comes back to him, a faint knock on the door and Lan's voice identifying himself before Gregor cracks the door once more, listening and thanking him before securing the door once more and returning to you. Sitting back down with you..."Word is that Sarah was summoned to the village for someone in need of her skills as a Healer..." His voice soft and quiet, such would have been an obvious set up to attack her, and something she wouldn't think twice of going to.
(01/04/13 - 20:42:23 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
ALL: Somehow they had taken direction from what Sarah had mentioned during the moment of preparation to help the boy. They were tending to thier child..the father seemed distraught..and annoyed...worried and within a world of his own emotions but would seem like a wall of expressionless looks and muscle...the warmth was seeping from the room so he made sure that this would be remedied..the mother now took into action ..of course asking what had happened...
The rider though was close pon his destination. The horse denting cold moist ground on the way ..The man knew what this meant..where this would all lead and not a single touch of care would make path through his veins..he knew not of compashion..so when she issued sounds of distress..he would give a solid strike to her back to shut her..the path had been free of patrons of any sort...it was dark and beneath even the naked leaning limbs pon the trees..it seemed the shadows were thick..a moonless sky ..
(01/04/13 - 20:43:19 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *Without a word she leaned in, her eyes wet, but nae tears coming* I feared...even before we had heard of the warning.. even before the messages, when it was clear he loved her.. I had her guarded. Nae close enough.. She be taken, aye? 't be a trap? It must be .. What.. what will he do? The Jenn... *she knew Dorian would have told Dieter more details . Details he would have spared her. And that Dieter would have shared* What would they do to her? Is.. is she yet living ye think?
(01/04/13 - 20:43:34 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...
ALL: Leaning on the batlements over the gate, his eyes moving restlessly over the land, hoping that Sarah was still alive at the least, and that Dorian would reach her in time...Jaw settling as he stood his ground here...Knowing his friend counted on him to protect Edfeil while he dealt with this. And should any think to take advantage of this to strike at her....Suchw ould see what it was to anger him.
(01/04/13 - 20:47:46 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: "I would assume so, none know for sure yet." His arms moving about you again to hold you gently..."We can hope my Queen...They've no cause to kill her immediately, alive she is bait to draw him in...We can pray that he is fast enough to release her before they realize that they are dead men. He will destroy them, as any of us sworn to protect one we care for would do in like situations." Another one of those things of men of action that you had such difficulty understanding.
(01/04/13 - 20:48:31 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: ~shifting as i Llooked up seeing a few of the gaurds moving about, I wouldnt bother them and turned my attion back to the window~
(01/04/13 - 20:50:41 )
Cara McKenna
Cook of Windstorm-RPO
•KITCHEN/SERVERY•
...is in the kitchen/servery...
ALL: The alarm bells had sounded, it felt alternately like only seconds ago, and hours ago...and word was Sir Hawkmoon had rode out like a man possessed not long after them. The lassies of the kitchens while disciplined royal servants were still merely young women and women who had never dealt with alarms such as this. Quietly so as not to worry anyone else she had sent Erlina and lise off to their chambers to rest. She and Máire could attend to those of the Court within and any Guests that might be about if need-be. Truth be she had naught been in many a situation such as this either though she had felt her share of attacks...the simple swift thought made her reach up and touch the faint raised scar on her neck and down her chest. That made her reach for the safety and security of the dagger at her side and what it meant. As she did a slow deep breath was indrawn and and a quiet voice issued soft orders...Come Máire..there be work to be done and comforts seen to. Ye must needs be seeing Hannah and making sure she has all she needs to treat any wounded brought in, aye? And with that she herself lifts a tray of drinks, steaming and sweet smelling carrying them into the Great Hall...
01/04/13 - 20:59:30 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : Iffen he catches up with them while they are holding her.. he would give his own life before hers is harmed. Yet they would nae be content with just his life.. so he nae has a choice but to.. attack. *she had trouble saying the word kill, though even she could nae deny it the right and even duty of a defender to protect a lady. She hoped.. he would stop at those that had made the attempt, but she feared.. he would nae. She feared something was set in motion that would.. end those that had dared to threaten.* Should.. men be send after them? Is the castle.. is there any sign of an attack on the castel?
(01/04/13 - 20:59:38 )
Cara McKenna
Cook of Windstorm-RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
Annabelle KingstonWindst: Evening Miss Anna...I have some hot soothing drink for ye and a bit of stew and bread if ye be wantin some...Cara asked as she slipped into the Great Hall, ignoring the sharp eyes of a few of the guards there as she would step forward and set the tray down looking about for a moment before turning and moving to basket of small candles, taking out a few of them and lighting each carefully, instantly drawing a soft smile as the light scent of pine and other winter scents would begin to float through the air. Calming relaxing scents...she hoped.
01/04/13 - 21:02:27 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
Cara McKennaCook of Wind: ~I would jump slightly at the sound of your voice as i hadnt been expecting it and would turn and smile warmly~ evening M'Lady, something hot would be wonderful, but i am not hungrey ~ i would make my way over to where you are~
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: Having already had her time this morning in the infirmary..things so quiet these days..a good thing to be sure..but she still felt that things must be prepared ...always. her devotion to her new home..to the wellfare of those here and those she now thinks of as family...having an extended family in that sense made her feel very good inside...but all the good thoughts would not take from her what Dorian had said last night..pon previous evenings as well. With this situation coming to the fore front ...she felt helpless..she felt almost lost as to what to do...and her slumber was oft disturbed by dreams...she did not want to tell him last night pon his words...that the dream had come again...The same one...with the coin...however...sitting pon the edge of her bed..facing the wall where the window is...shutters closed however...but her attention was on the medallion that Dorian had given her...she could not make out the inscripted writting that appears to be on it...not a language she was familiar with...
(01/04/13 - 14:52:57 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: The end of the week was here…and as he had promised, he would depart this very eve and begin the hunt. Carefully prepared missives lay neatly rolled on the desk in his room…they would be delivered to the recipients they were intended for at the proper time. He had finished with the necessary preparations that this “journey” would require…selecting various weapons and tool that he would need. He had spent the nigh alone on the battlements after he had seen Sarah to her room, preparing himself mentally for what could be called no less than wholesale slaughter. He knew that few understood his vehemence in insisting that no members of the clan be left alive, but none here knew the Jenn as he did…had no inkling of the walking depravity that they were. The chill in the night air had helped him wrap that icy calm that had always been the Wraith’s trademark about himself…the calm that would bring the clarity of the senses…almost making him more animal than human. He still thought of Wraith as another person…a separate identity…and in a real sense he was. After this was done, there would be no more Wraith….precisely what he had intended nearly 20 years ago…
(01/04/13 - 15:13:41 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: The moment she has already spent in her chamber...had been enough.She felt as if she were about to be over whelmed by her thoughts..and so she would need distraction. The weather had chilled conciderably..she did so love the warmer weather but knew that every season had to have its turn...and soon enough spring would blossom forth green and flowers and leaves...it would all awaken and soak up what rays would be gifted pon thier hungry limbs...The weather did seem a bit dreary lately with the drizzle ..and the flakes of snow mixing in it all. The wind had been torturous as well..today ..she knew it was not her mood to make it appear so cloudy but just the actual set of weather pon the sky..the sun blotted out..tonight she knew would be a very dark night..
But there was more...Things were already set in plan..not just what Dorian had planned...but so much more. This would unfold to the unknowing mind...far too quickly.
Lifting from the bed...tucking the medallion into the sash of her dress..near the coin she always carried with her..the one Dorian had given her pon her first weeks here in Windstorm...Taking her shawl up as she reached her chair...and turning...Hilda was on the other side of the door...the guilt felt over that had passed ...because she simply was not allowing anyone in her room in these times...that was pushing things a bit far..and perhaps a stubborn part of her wished they would sway from thier duty and take comfort in the great hall ..with the food and drink there always available..and the warmth of the fire...hunger was pulling at her at this moment so..a thought to get a bite to eat before evening come..perhaps the last for ...days to come..she may see her husband to be...which did not at all make her feel comfortable..or happy...it weighed pon her nerves like pinching fingers...angry ones at that
(01/04/13 - 15:40:32 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: She had paused..the door still a few feet away...for some reason with the trailing manner of thoughts pon her mind..she would lift her chin...and slowly set her dark gaze pon the interior of the room she now resides...Turning slowly as she takes it all in. So long its been felt to be since she had last appriciated the generosity of what has been given to her...She has a deep fondness for her Majesty...as if she were to look upon her own sister...So much has come to be...and it has not yet been a full year...
A breath drawn had produced a soft subtle and long sigh from her as she turned her head and faced the door...Then her gaze drifted as she began to move. The floor once more having her attention as she went deeply into her thoughts once more...it was ripping at her in ways she had never felt before..the sadness tugged so strongly pon her emotions that her lips had not felt a smile through this entire day...evening now approaching swiftly...perhaps a walk or something may help
(01/04/13 - 16:18:42 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: The idle thoughts that ran through his mind as he prepared…how for the umpteenth time he had questioned his wisdom in returning to Windstorm…trouble had always followed him wherever he went…and he had never intended for Windstorm to bear the brunt of his troubles. So wrecked had he been when the business in Nightfall had been completed, he simply had had no other place to go…no other place that had been a home for longer than anyone save Sarah and Edfeil knew. He had remembered the sense of peace that he had felt here…the way that he had been accepted without question, even when he revealed his background and what he had been. He had never sought fame or notoriety, but had somehow achieved it…had been appointed Captain of the Guard at Agustin’s insistence…and he had fulfilled those duties rigorously, until he had been compelled to leave. The thoughts now moved to Sarah, and what he had found in her…a young woman…pretty and caring…he had been attracted to her at their first true meeting, but with what he was and the darkness that lived inside him, he had never thought to pursue it. He remembered well that day they had first really talked…she had been knocked to the ground by a surly drunkard, and he had helped her to her feet, offering to share a meal with her to make up for her embarrassment…and he had that business proposition to talk over with her as well. They had spent the afternoon talking, and he had found it so easy to talk with her that neither had touched the meal that was brought. They had talked WITH each other, not AT each other and he had found her to be the most charming young woman. If he were to be asked, he would have to answer that it had been her smile that he had fallen in love with…that open and honest smile that was so full of the very essence of her. Why did he have to burden her with this…..why….
(01/04/13 - 16:33:12 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: She had often thought back to things..it was in any moment within her nature to remember the better things..and honestly ..in her life..her family had done well in providing safety..and a sheild from what other things go on behind closed doors..she recalled the dreams once when she was little..sounds..blood..battle..metal on metal and the screams..she had went on with those dreams for many years...what had soothed them down finally was her mothers words..admittion..They had not always lived in Caernarfon...they had moved there when she was about four...she does actualy remember fragments of that...something had driven them from thier home..a home that would not have a name..not once had they mentioned it..even in whispers..they gaurded so many things ..but ..doing so to sway away from having to invent lies...and she had never felt to question them..she figured they did what they knew would be best...
Now..they were here...and they would prosper...she had gotten a missive from her sister ..already her father had gotten several contacts rounded up and come the seasons end..the flow of trade would pick up ..the waters safer to travel...
Movement had stirred along her form as she moved down the steps...it had been so quiet..it was so hard to believe that something so dark and dangerous was actualy out there..she had not seen the missive that had been sent ...but she was in no way the sort that would call anyone a liar...She knew it to be true...she knew what it meant...She knew what Dorian needed to do...any harm to him would crush her though...and this scared her more than anything..to find the one love in her life that matched her heart..her soul...there would never be another...she did not want to think of him not coming home...she couldnt...
01/04/13 - 17:13:50 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: He stowed away the last of the items he would need…including the special armor that he’d had crafted specifically for winter use, colored so that he would blend in and insulated with soft and warm lambs wool. There was little else to do, save wait for nightfall and then set out. Once more his thoughts drifted towards Sarah as he stared at the bundle that lay on his bed…he knew that she loved him as much as he did her…but he still had to think if being involved with her was the right thing to do…for her. He had given her the chance to walk away, and she had not taken it…her love was that strong, and he had been glad for it. He would give his own life for her….if it meant that he would have to fall so that she could go on, then he considered that a fair trade. He wanted nothing more than to have her as his wife…to share his life with her…to always have her heart and her smile…her company…and her good, common sense. He knew that she thought herself simple, but she was far from that…not as far as he was concerned. She was a sensible woman, and good common sense seemed to be a rarity. She was never the type to push, but would give an honest answer if asked…and even an idiot could see that she put thought into what she said. He gave a gentle sigh as he looked away from the bundle….he didn’t deserve her…but he was very glad that she believed he did…
(01/04/13 - 17:25:52 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: The moment she had stepped into the Great Hall..thats was when someone had rushed up...so swiftly so that Hilday had reached her hand to the hilt of her blade and sternly stepped up as if to put herself between this person and Sarah...She had of course turned her head quickly and lift her hand..clutching her shawl with the other so it didnt fall from her shoulders...to stay Hilda...and turned to see the person with a breathless anxiety filling the space.
"Im sorry ta bother ye ...But I was told that ye were tha one ta speak with Miss...Something has happened ta Kollen...I mean..the son of the Dugass's...he had fallen and is hurt and is not waking up ..and there is so much blood..I have come ta ye Miss ta please ask ye urgent care on this .."
Of course the man had been startled..he looked to be around the same age as she...early twenties...Her thoughts drift swiftly away at the news that was rushed pon her..turning her head she would urge Hilda to get those that would be needed...or else she would leave without escort...Hilda tried to argue...but Sarah was already speaking with the man ..telling him to rush back to reach them before her ..she would be on her way now...He would give a nod and she would turn in a rush to get to the infirmary to grab a few things...her heart pounding fiercely...a child has been hurt..a family in dire need...there was no way on this planet she would ignore this..not even had it been not so dire...
(01/04/13 - 18:08:19 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
ALL: *She kept her eyes upon the sacrament. Yesterday's conversation with Lady Grace had unsettled her. And then there was the wee hope that had fluttered inside of her and had faded out this morn.*
(01/04/13 - 18:11:56 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: He stepped to the small window, drawing aside the hanging that covered it….the sun had gone and night cast its welcoming shadow, calling out to the shadow warrior. He could not say how long it would take, nor when he would return…and that was something that he wished he was able to tell Sarah. His gloved hand rose unconsciously to the spot above where the lock of her hair laid against his chest…she would never really know how much that simple gift meant to him. Not only was it a link to her, but it was a link to his own humanity through her…the humanity that she had seen and steadfastly believed in…that humanity that had made her agree to be his wife. Sarah saw so much more in him than he ever saw in himself…just as Edfeil did, she was firm in her belief that he possessed both soul and heart. What he was going to do was just as much for her as it was for Windstorm….they could never be happy…never have the life together that they both wanted as long as the Jenn lived. They needed to die; it was just that simple…
(01/04/13 - 18:21:20 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
ALL: *Her prayers were simple. A woman's prayers, who trusted in the light. A prayer for souls, for hope, for those that were her family. For those she nae knew that might be facing a knife that had seen too much blood already. Her mind went to Phelan, as it had so often these last few weeks. She could see the gloves on his hands, the gloves he had refused to ever, ever let her touch.*
(01/04/13 - 18:21:43 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...
ALL: There had been a clatter of noise that errupted within the great hall for a moment while she grabbed some things and shoved them into a cloth bag...But she did hurry for the dire need of the child having been hurt. She had not tarried long with asking what had happened...the fella she had not gotten a name from had already left..his boots were on stone so fast in a turn that no one had gotten a name..his passage through the gate uncomplicated as he did not carry weapons of any sort...She had rushed through to the main door...exiting swiftly and Hilda on her heels..a couple of gaurds had been drawn to the stable...and her horse obviously prepared...Portia seemed to have a giddy sense of excitement..but she knew her mare could not know the desperate and seriousness of the situation..all the horse knew was..she was getting out...
She had not waited for proper introductions or hellos as she swiftly pulled at her dress and perhaps improperly swept her leg over..a shawl still pon her shoulders..having not had time to get her cloak..the cold air slapped at her face instantly the moment she tore out from the stables...Hilda and the other two gaurds well on her shadow...and the night seemed so dark...gloomy and even a drift of snow in the damp air was beginning...the come of that had seemed to pad the air and swollow sound..all but the thunderous beats of horse hooves on the road that leads to the village..
BUT....somewhere out there in the village in the shadows..lurking and waiting with the well taught patience that always seemed to pay off for ..thier kind..thier ..group...they would wait...TWO of them...and no where to be seen ...as the family within the moderate but warm home fret and toiled over thier son...who still has not awoken...they were unsure what had happened..his leg was broken...The skin was broke apart as if it had been ripped..and his pants soaked through with blood...there pon his brow a deep gash that they were also trying to keep from seeping too much blood out..they were deathly affraid that he would bleed out before the healer arrived..
(01/04/13 - 18:49:09 M)
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: It was time…and tarrying about thinking on things that he could do nothing about at this time would not help. The sooner this was over and done, the better. Picking up the secured bundle, he made for the door to his room…opened it…and exited, securing the door behind him. It was at that moment that one of the guards came rushing up, obviously in a flustered state…”Milord…I was sent t’ tell ye that th’ Lady Sarah was called t’ tha Village ta tend t’ a injured child. She left wit’ dat big Vikin’ woman an’ two o’ tha guards …” At that instant he knew…..damn, but he KNEW…he had never been the target…it had been Sarah!! The words hissed from between gritted teeth.. ”I want five guards saddled and on the way to the Village as fast as their mounts can carry them….MOVE IT, man…why are you still standing there??” That tone would have chilled the blood of a hardened man, and the guard never bothered to say a word, but turned and ran…and he was on his heels. He bothered not a bit with greetings or pleasantries, but made his way down the stairs…straight through the Hall, and towards the courtyard. Almost tearing the door from the hinges as he threw it open, he called out in a voice that could neither be ignored nor argued with…”OPEN THE STALL…NOW!! The shrill whistle that came from his lips was answered with Shade’s cry of response, the well trained warhorse responding to his master’s call…tearing from the Stables and making his way to him. Tensing his body, he began to run as Shade approached, then flung himself into the saddle without Shade missing a step…and thundered towards the gate as if all the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels…
(01/04/13 - 18:57:33 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
ALL: Nae long after you, five guards would mount, and the Master Sergeant would look after them. One look at your face and he knew better than to speak. Instead he rushed to the halls, and had the bell ring loudly, putting the castle on high alert.*
(01/04/13 - 19:00:51 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•HOME/BUSINESS•
...is in a home or shoppe in the village...
ALL: She had not thought about the cold that was soaking clear through her dress and rushing up the hem as she leaned in a touch with the speed at which Portia had taken. She had always known the mare to be a quick one..and realy having perhaps needed more lessons in riding before this night but..she didnt fall..her legs gripped tightly..The gaurds and Hilda on mount wasnt far behind...close enough to see through the darkness of night the passenger pon the mare...But even with the cold..the drizzle of snow..she had not felt it ...her cheeks turning brilliantly red and her ears stinging...her fingers ungloved...so they were stiff and cold by the time she had reached her destination..she had barely waited for Portia to stop completely before she started to dismount..stumbling as the gaurds and Hilda now were also rushing to dismount and taking positions and watching every spot they could...Thier nervousness was obvious..
She had grabbed her bag and now went ot the door..before her hand could lift to give a sturdy knock..it swung opena nd the warmth within rushed out.
"My Lady...please!!" the woman had come around her thick husband who looked ot be toned by the work he does..what that may be is unknown...there wasnt time to find out ..."He is hurt so badly..Please...So much blood..I nae know what ta do" She literaly reached and took Sarahs arm...
The father did give the gaurds and Hilda a look at that point as they went to rush in ..his thick calloused hand rose...he did offer kindness but he was within himself frantic with fear as well...offering them entrance but knowing not why the Lady had such accompanyment with her like this...But they were offered warmth ..but to stay at the living room space near the the other side of the hearth..to stay clear so that Sarah could do what she needed to do without having to swim around bodies
(01/04/13 - 19:13:44 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•MAIN ROAD•
...is on the main road between the village and the castle...
ALL: He’d no way of knowing how long it had been since she’d set out, and he urged Shade to his best speed. He didn’t know precisely what the plan was for Sarah, but that wasn’t what was topmost on his mind….reaching her before anyone else could…was. It would only take an instant…a head turned momentarily…no more than a second’s lapse in awareness…for the viper to strike. Even if this were only a ruse to bring him out alone, it mattered little. Nothing would stop him from the course he was now on, and with little more than a whisper, he urged Shade on all the more. He could not blame Sarah for succumbing to this…it was her duty as a healer, and though he had no idea what the circumstances were, they would have to be dire to leave the Castle in such a hurry. This was how the assassin operated…using that thing that would drive a person to their own advantage…creating a situation through patience and guile that would afford them the best chance of completing their mission. He could only hope that his fear was unfounded and that Sarah was unharmed…but the chill in his heart told him otherwise…
(01/04/13 - 19:15:25 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
ALL: *she heard the bells and her eyes widened, for a moment she remained, transfixed, knelt as in prayer and wondering what she was supposed to do. Remain within the chapel, or go to the courtyard. Before she could consider otherwise the decision was made for her as Sergant Lan stepped towards the doors and took up position in front of them, his had on his sword, ready to deal with whoever opened those doors. Sweet Lord in heaven.. there could nae be bloodshed here!*
(01/04/13 - 19:23:11 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Amidst all the sounds of rushing footsteps outside the door, one pair pauses, knocking on the door and speaking through it loudly enough to be recognized, the Guards having informed him of the Queens whereabouts as soon as the alarm was given..."Lan, it's Gregor...Open the door...." Assuming Lan was standing just within with bared steel.
(01/04/13 - 19:28:59 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *The door opened, an inch, Lan's entire frame braced in front of it in case it was a trick, he slightly sank through his knees to look out and confirm the words, so his head would be lower and not the target for a well aimed knife. Having asserted your identity, he opened the door a man's bredth to let you in, then closed it. Nodding to the courtyard his question was simple* What? Jenn?
(01/04/13 - 19:29:44 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: He'd been at the edges of the forest on patrol when the ringing of the alarm bell could be heard from on high, a touch of one knee turned Othello and a slight squeeze sent the stallion hurtling back towards the Castle, swinging wide around the village rather than slacking speed, spotting the tail end of the men following Dorian, though his first priority is the Queens safety as Othello surges up the hill, blasting through gates held open long enough for him to enter to end up here, dancing and snorting as the stallion looks aorund for a threat.
(01/04/13 - 19:30:35 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•HOME/BUSINESS•
...is in a home or shoppe in the village...
ALL: It all seemed to happen so quickly. She had not thought about the gaurds..nor thier looks as the father had them maintain a distance..they had the boy on the table...Blood seemed to drip from the side...Sarahs voice usualy so soft would now be issued forth in a tidy ordering sense...although oddly it seemed to hold a firm smooth assureness...while the mother seemed to be a touch frantic..."Yer going te need te stick ye dagger or knife in the coals..I will need a thick straight as ye can get stick ..a rod of wood if ye have it..or plank...I am goin te need boiling water and extra clean cloths if ye have them..if not we can get some.."
The mother shot a look "The water is out back...Let me help ya ..please.." Her tone very insistant..so Sarah was not about to argue..while the father of the boy now went to do his part without hesitation..this was not going to be a pretty sight at all..there was another healer in the village ..but they feared for her age...and had gotten word about Sarah...somehow..
It was only moment smore that she had set things out...pon a counter..salves and such..she was talking to whom ever would listen about the bone needing to be set..by a pull of the leg..the wound stitched and his head stitched as well..she had checked his breathing and pulse..the pulse was weak but still there..his skin palor from loss of blood..she had also spoke about broth..pointing also to several pouches...tea..broth..could be met with the certain herbs she had prepared months ago...healing and pain relief would follow...however..she worried the boy would not wake...his head injury was pretty severe...The mother having come back with the buckets now...Sarah turned and took one abruptly and followed the woman to the back entrance of the modest home...The gaurds and Hilda all tried to move to do what they were told to do..but the father stopped them short with curt words of having respect for the life of his son..that had them stopping in thier tracks ...instantly..
What happened next..even more quickly...the moment the back door opened and the nights shadows had surrounded Sarah and the mother of the injured child...Movement would stir pon the side...Two figures like serpents in pitch oil would slither from thier spots ..having estimated the need for the well out back and it had paid off ..they of course had other plans pon this very night how another method or two could be used to gain what they were after...The woman was first to have been knocked out...they had planned to do the same with Sarah...But she had turned..and at that moment something struck her pon her cheek ..sending her to the ground just as hard as the other woman...the world around her began to spin and not a sound had been set free from either of thier lips..not having a chance to give such..
The one shadowy figure had now tried to lift Sarah...A sound now seemed to wish to emit from her lips and found or ..felt..something swiftly covered her mouth...A mere half minute went by and they were gone...the light from the doorway now spreading across the lawn ..the mother of the child unconcious...sprawled ..as the father had come forth to call for thier haste in this...to see his wife there ...Panic rose his voice in warning ..the gaurds and hilda had ignored the earlier words of the man of the home...One instantly turn on his boots and went forth to send word as swift as possible that something has just ....happened...he mounted and would spur the horse in action
(01/04/13 - 19:32:16 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Standing back from the door so Lan can see him...Showing himself to be alone...and armed, the blade Edfeil had gifted him with at his belt..."I do not know, I came after the Queen straightaway..." Slipping in, glancing about the room, with it's single solitary entrance in and out. "I would ask you to take a post outside this door....And trust your judgement on who to allow near it and entrance."
(01/04/13 - 19:38:07 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: Jumping down from Othello, drop-reining the stallion there in the middle of the courtyard, facing the gates as he turns to the Guards rushing around, looking for Gerben or one of the other senior men to learn the cause of the alarm. Hands checking the two blades riding at his belt as he pushes his cloak back.
(01/04/13 - 19:40:19 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
GregorPrince-Consort of : *There was only the infinitesimallest moment in which he considered. He'd learned to make decisions fast. With a nod, he slipped back out of the door, once more opening it only just wide enough for a man to slip through, his sword unsheathing as he stepped out*
01/04/13 - 19:42:42 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Nodding as he closes the door behind Lan, dropping the latch and testing the door to make sure it is secured, knowing that the only way anyone is coming through those doors is either to be one of the few Lan trusted, or over your bodyguards dead body. Turning back to you and moving across the chapel to you. "You are alright my Queen?"
(01/04/13 - 19:43:16 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•PRIVATE CHAMBERS•
...is within one of the private chambers ...
ALL: ~I had been in my chambers reading over something or another when the alarms went off, I stood and went to the window and looked about seeing alot of people moving about, i would push the chair in and moved silently back to its spot and slowly open the door and step out in the hall, i moved silently down the steps~
(01/04/13 - 19:43:29 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : I am well. *she said simply* I was at prayer. The bell... *she gestured to the courtyard* Do we know what? C ould ye see? Was there an attack?
01/04/13 - 19:46:12 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Shaking his head..."All I heard is that Dorian left, with all speed...I was in my study, working on some papers...." Moving to sit sideways on one of the pews, blade kept clear as it hangs at his side, reaching out one hand to draw you to sit with him. "I decided my place was with you, and that Dieter and the others would see to the Castle."
(01/04/13 - 19:50:48 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•COURTYARD•
...is somewhere in the courtyard...
ALL: Finally hearing that Dorian had left like a man possessed, he nodded, turning to let sharp eyes scan the surrounding grounds and walls, seeing everyone moving to their posts with a professionalism that would do credit to a far larger realm...Turning to speak a few quiet words in Frisian to the big stallion, but leaving him there, all of Windstorms Guards knew to stay clear of him, and anyone else that should happen to enter the courtyard unwelcome...Well, it would be a very brief and messy lesson. Turning and making for the stairs to head up to the wall over the gate where he could see better outside.
(01/04/13 - 19:52:47 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
says to GregorPrince-Consort of : *She glanced at the altar, then back at ye, allowing her breath to escape.* Sarah? *the word was a question to which she feared the answer. He could nae loose her. He could nae. She knew he had planned to leave soon, but nae.. like this. She had expected him to leave quietly, with as little notice as possible. this.. nae sounded like it was planned.* Should.. we attempt.. to go to the hall? *the words were hesitant. Where was her place? What should she do? She knew what her father would have done, but such things were nae within her power*
(01/04/13 - 19:53:08 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: ~I had finally entered the hall worried and having no idea what was going on i moved to the window i always look out and peer out of it whatching everything~
(01/04/13 - 19:55:07 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...
ALL: ((While all this was happening)) He rode hard and with a determination that would rarely see an equal. Shade was swift, but Sarah had a head start on him by a few good minutes. He was in that battle mode now…that mode that had him aware of even the minutest of details. Sights, sounds…even smells…all were processed and stored as he neared the Village. He was far too aware of the abilities of the Jenn to take anything for granted…of course they would be bold enough to walk into the lions den and snatch the sleeping cub…it was their arrogant trademark. As he thundered into the Village, he spotted one of the guards…noted as such wearing the livery of Windstorm…riding hard towards him. Bringing Shade to a halt, knowing the guard would recognize him, he called out…”WHERE IS SHE??!!” Realizing just who that voice belonged to, the guard stopped his mount in an instant, stammering out a reply as he turned to point.. ”I dun know, exactly…Milord…tha father was yellin’…something’ ‘bout his wife…Ah knew something’ was up and set t’ hightail it back t’ tha Castle fer help…” He cut the man short….imbecile…”SARAH, YOU FOOL….WHERE IS SARAH??” noting the direction that the guard had come from, he spurred Shade and consigned the man to non existence…making his way to the house. Flinging himself from the saddle as he reached the small house, he barked a word to Shade that would keep him in place and turn him into a killing machine, if anyone tried to come too close. What he saw was chaos….a man’s voice…movement. Long strides took him towards the house and he made his way inside without preamble, taking in the scene swiftly…he saw the child…seriously hurt…the other guard that had gone with Sarah…and Hilda. As his eyes met hers in a question, she dropped her head slightly and would only shake her head….Sarah…was gone…
01/04/13 - 19:57:09 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: "I do not know my Queen...For now my worry and Lan's is Your safety, and this room is far more secure than the Hall should something unforeseen occur...We shall have to trust Dieter and Gerben to see to their duties, and a question to the Guards will tell them where you are, if they don't already know, or haven't spotted Lan looking lethal in the hall."
(01/04/13 - 20:05:03 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
ALL: The one that that had nabbed her had her now flung belly first over the front of the saddle...her unconcious form limp as a rag ...the first clock to the cheek had not rendered her so..but the secondary knuckled response to her cheek once more had..and it had also set a fair cut pon her soft skin. She was not completely unconcious but she was unable to do anything while darkness all around her so cold seemed to veil her eyes..there was something fitted pon her head..and snug about her mouth..and her eyes felt as if they were seeing the explosion of lights..her ribs felt the jab of the saddle horn and her legs the cold breeze as it swiftly pushed up the layers of her dress near her feet...one of her slippers had fallen off..again not able to get the time to don her riding boots...The moment she felt the jostling come to her senses a bit more..she realized she was being taken somewhere..and panic rose...a deep gruff voice met her through the wind.."If ye do not still woman ...I will add t'yer other cheek" She had though started to struggle and felt the pressure pon her spine...as he brought something rather hard pon her with a whack.."Still" he seemed to hiss just enough that it had gotten to her ears..The man obviously had no regard as to how she arrived...he was getting compensated well enough..and instructions had not been given that she was to arrive in whole unshattered piece..nor alive for that matter
(01/04/13 - 20:05:30 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: ~i kept watching out the window, I was sure I would be safe here in the hall, or would be told if I had to go else where so til then i would keep watching out of this window~
(01/04/13 - 20:11:29 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : How long.. will it take to make certain the castle itself be safe? *she asked softly, trying to calculate. The few times when the alarm had been false, it had been a matter of minutes, but iffen something had happened.. and considering yer words about Dorian something had.. it could take longer. She nae knew. She felt as if she had to do something. But the simple tone of yer voice made it clear that whatever she did would be confined here, in safety, nae matter what*
(01/04/13 - 20:13:04 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...
ALL: It wasn't long before he joined the archers on the wall, looking out from above the gate and down the hill to the land below, a quiet question to the Guards, the answer coming back in short order, assuring him that Her Majesty was protected. Frowning thoughtfully before he turns, passing new instructions to the archers....Anyone approaching the castle from any direction other than on the road was to be warned off, one warning shot allowed to reinforce the warning and if they didn't stop, they were to be shot.
(01/04/13 - 20:15:09 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Taking your hands in his as he tries to calm you...Unfortunately it isn't like back in Leeauwarden, there a floor within the royal residence had been sealed off, able to be secured in the event of an emergency. "I would trust one of them to come let us know when they were assured to Your safety Edfeil..." In private, just the two of them, he resorted to using your name.
(01/04/13 - 20:28:56 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *She closed her eyes and leaned slightly forward, resting her face against yer shoulder* If Dorian rode out.. if as ye say.. if the alarm was sounded.. *she breathed in* Is there .. a way we can ask Lan.. to find a guard who can tell us.. where Sarah be? *she knew the answer. Or feared she knew it, and she could but pray the woman was nae dead already*
(01/04/13 - 20:28:56 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *She closed her eyes and leaned slightly forward, resting her face against yer shoulder* If Dorian rode out.. if as ye say.. if the alarm was sounded.. *she breathed in* Is there .. a way we can ask Lan.. to find a guard who can tell us.. where Sarah be? *she knew the answer. Or feared she knew it, and she could but pray the woman was nae dead already*
(01/04/13 - 20:33:36 )
Dorian Hawkmoon
Windstorm Council
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Sarah Turcotte
•VILLAGE•
...is in the village of Windstorm...
ALL: He strode directly to her, and spoke in a tone that would brook no argument…only one word…”Report…” It was spoken not as friend to friend, but as commander to subordinate, and it produced the required response. Hilda straightened and met his eye…”A man came to the Hall, M’Lord, and spoke to the Lady Sarah of an injured child. I and two of the guards accompanied her here and once inside, she started issuing orders concerning the care of the child. The guards and I were asked to keep a distance, out of respect for the child…but Lady Sarah was still within our view. Before I could move to stop her, she and this man’s wife..” Indicating the obviously distraught man…”went to fetch water. They had only been gone moments, but the man felt it was too long a time, and went to look….’twas then he raised the alarm. I moved to see what the matter was and saw the wife laying on the ground senseless…and Lady Sarah nowhere to be seen. I called for one of the guards to return…and you arrived shortly after…Sir..” He took in the words, and had he been a different man, he might have taken her head on the spot. She had looked him in the eye and there was no attempt to deny any responsibility…no attempt to speak falsely. It was simply not possible for anyone to lie to him. In the state he was in he would only nod curtly…his anger was not to her…that cold, white anger that was coursing through him, now….just as it had all those centuries ago…”Secure the area…” He made his way through the back door to where the well was located, noting that the woman was no longer senseless. He was about to question her when something caught his eye….a scrap of parchment pinned to the doorframe with a stilletto. Moving to pull the scrap free, he saw the secret script…and the mark at the bottom…”You know the place…” Those were the words that would translate. He looked into the distance and crumpled the scrap in his fist.. ”You’re already dead, Krachak….you just do not realize it yet….”
(01/04/13 - 20:40:17 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: Nodding as oen arm slips around you to hug you gently. They were in private and you wee his wife after all, before rising and moving to the door. throwing the bolt and crackign it open long enough to speak to Lan quietly. Closing the door and throwing the bolt once more as he awaits the progression of the question, knowing Lan wouldn't move but askt he first guard to pass. Several moments pass before the answer finally comes back to him, a faint knock on the door and Lan's voice identifying himself before Gregor cracks the door once more, listening and thanking him before securing the door once more and returning to you. Sitting back down with you..."Word is that Sarah was summoned to the village for someone in need of her skills as a Healer..." His voice soft and quiet, such would have been an obvious set up to attack her, and something she wouldn't think twice of going to.
(01/04/13 - 20:42:23 )
Sarah Turcotte
Always remember
that the future comes one day at a time
Healer
Windstorm Castle/RPO
Betrothed to Dorian Hawkmoon
•.•
((acting as a storyteller))
ALL: Somehow they had taken direction from what Sarah had mentioned during the moment of preparation to help the boy. They were tending to thier child..the father seemed distraught..and annoyed...worried and within a world of his own emotions but would seem like a wall of expressionless looks and muscle...the warmth was seeping from the room so he made sure that this would be remedied..the mother now took into action ..of course asking what had happened...
The rider though was close pon his destination. The horse denting cold moist ground on the way ..The man knew what this meant..where this would all lead and not a single touch of care would make path through his veins..he knew not of compashion..so when she issued sounds of distress..he would give a solid strike to her back to shut her..the path had been free of patrons of any sort...it was dark and beneath even the naked leaning limbs pon the trees..it seemed the shadows were thick..a moonless sky ..
(01/04/13 - 20:43:19 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : *Without a word she leaned in, her eyes wet, but nae tears coming* I feared...even before we had heard of the warning.. even before the messages, when it was clear he loved her.. I had her guarded. Nae close enough.. She be taken, aye? 't be a trap? It must be .. What.. what will he do? The Jenn... *she knew Dorian would have told Dieter more details . Details he would have spared her. And that Dieter would have shared* What would they do to her? Is.. is she yet living ye think?
(01/04/13 - 20:43:34 )
++ Fifth of Five ++
Dieter
Cursed Wanderer
Exiled Prince of Fryseland
Windstorm Castle | RPO
•WINDSTORM CASTLE•
...is somewhere in the castle...
ALL: Leaning on the batlements over the gate, his eyes moving restlessly over the land, hoping that Sarah was still alive at the least, and that Dorian would reach her in time...Jaw settling as he stood his ground here...Knowing his friend counted on him to protect Edfeil while he dealt with this. And should any think to take advantage of this to strike at her....Suchw ould see what it was to anger him.
(01/04/13 - 20:47:46 )
Gregor
Prince-Consort of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruo: "I would assume so, none know for sure yet." His arms moving about you again to hold you gently..."We can hope my Queen...They've no cause to kill her immediately, alive she is bait to draw him in...We can pray that he is fast enough to release her before they realize that they are dead men. He will destroy them, as any of us sworn to protect one we care for would do in like situations." Another one of those things of men of action that you had such difficulty understanding.
(01/04/13 - 20:48:31 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
ALL: ~shifting as i Llooked up seeing a few of the gaurds moving about, I wouldnt bother them and turned my attion back to the window~
(01/04/13 - 20:50:41 )
Cara McKenna
Cook of Windstorm-RPO
•KITCHEN/SERVERY•
...is in the kitchen/servery...
ALL: The alarm bells had sounded, it felt alternately like only seconds ago, and hours ago...and word was Sir Hawkmoon had rode out like a man possessed not long after them. The lassies of the kitchens while disciplined royal servants were still merely young women and women who had never dealt with alarms such as this. Quietly so as not to worry anyone else she had sent Erlina and lise off to their chambers to rest. She and Máire could attend to those of the Court within and any Guests that might be about if need-be. Truth be she had naught been in many a situation such as this either though she had felt her share of attacks...the simple swift thought made her reach up and touch the faint raised scar on her neck and down her chest. That made her reach for the safety and security of the dagger at her side and what it meant. As she did a slow deep breath was indrawn and and a quiet voice issued soft orders...Come Máire..there be work to be done and comforts seen to. Ye must needs be seeing Hannah and making sure she has all she needs to treat any wounded brought in, aye? And with that she herself lifts a tray of drinks, steaming and sweet smelling carrying them into the Great Hall...
01/04/13 - 20:59:30 )
Edfeil Stormblade de Ruoma
Queen of Windstorm
•CHAPEL•
...is within the chapel...
GregorPrince-Consort of : Iffen he catches up with them while they are holding her.. he would give his own life before hers is harmed. Yet they would nae be content with just his life.. so he nae has a choice but to.. attack. *she had trouble saying the word kill, though even she could nae deny it the right and even duty of a defender to protect a lady. She hoped.. he would stop at those that had made the attempt, but she feared.. he would nae. She feared something was set in motion that would.. end those that had dared to threaten.* Should.. men be send after them? Is the castle.. is there any sign of an attack on the castel?
(01/04/13 - 20:59:38 )
Cara McKenna
Cook of Windstorm-RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
Annabelle KingstonWindst: Evening Miss Anna...I have some hot soothing drink for ye and a bit of stew and bread if ye be wantin some...Cara asked as she slipped into the Great Hall, ignoring the sharp eyes of a few of the guards there as she would step forward and set the tray down looking about for a moment before turning and moving to basket of small candles, taking out a few of them and lighting each carefully, instantly drawing a soft smile as the light scent of pine and other winter scents would begin to float through the air. Calming relaxing scents...she hoped.
01/04/13 - 21:02:27 )
Annabelle Kingston
Windstorm Castle/RPO
•GREAT HALL•
...is within the Great Hall...
Cara McKennaCook of Wind: ~I would jump slightly at the sound of your voice as i hadnt been expecting it and would turn and smile warmly~ evening M'Lady, something hot would be wonderful, but i am not hungrey ~ i would make my way over to where you are~
