About Sir Oaklyn

[Lady Alexandreania (Andrea)]

~Andrea had not liked the man the moment from the time he had opened his mouth. She had found him more unsufferable than even that Frank Captain De Sennis. Sir Oaklyn can come and introduced himself to her and Andrea had as always offered the Traditional Greeting and Welcome of Hospitality that Windstorm was known for. Lady Sadhbh was present as was the serving girl Becca. But the first thing Andrea heard out of his mouth was talk of slaves and how you had to treat them no better than you would a Horse. And his idea of good treatment of a Horse was to whip them soundly for misbehaving and to run them into the ground for good excercise. Anyone that knew Andrea would know to get out of her way when her eyes changed from the usual serene sea blue to the storm cloud gray that foretold a storm of greatest proportions. When Becca had offered to serve the Man, he had the arrogance of one believing himself to be better only under the Heavenly Father and the Lord Savior. He had spoken with such distain to her that Becca had been hurt badly in her feelings by him. Andrea had cautioned Sir Oaklyn that there were no slaves at Windstorm and that the servants of Windstorm are paid for their duties and that all of them served loyally and to the best of their abilities. And that she would be greatly obliged if he could remember that. At that point she had taken Him into the Castle and had guest quarters prepared for him. Bidding him good night. ~

~When next Andrea had met up with Sir Oaklyn it was in the Great Hall. He had come down from his quarters Again Becca had been present and as well as Lord Phelan. Sir Oaklyn had come striding in to the Great Hall and demanded three things before any had time to greet Him. It was for wine, bread and directions. Becca had again gone off to fetch the wine and bread the look on her face was one of fear of being beaten. Andrea had recognized it from seeing it many times in her Cousins Court. Becca had returned in double quick time with both the wine and the Bread and the man had the audacity to don a glove before taking the wine and the offered bread for fear of being touched by a servant and then reprimand her for not being quick enough. Andrea had not taken kindly to his manner toward Becca and told him that Becca was a well liked and very good servant to this castle.. In future she asked him to speak more kindly of her. To which Sir Oaklyn informed Andrea that she may like her pets and speak as she liked to them. But he would not lower himself to do so. Andrea was fit to be tied but knowing that her temper had brought on worst behavior in her experience with the Frank Captain had kept her face a calm mask and her voice cool and polite. Sir Oaklyn had then informed her as to inquiry after his accomodations and He informed her that as to his acomadations,he thought that Windstorm should have the servants earn this money that was given them,, stating that the bedding should be aired after each guest, and refresments should be ready when He arrived down in the hall. ~

~Andrea had been furious as such a remark for she knew how fastidious the servants were to their duties and knew that indeed what was done each time a guest had departed. She informed him the servants had other duties more pressing than to be at his beck and call. If he liked he could send one of his own servants down to let the castle servants know he was expected. Thinking to herself if only to give warning that he was coming and to find other duties far away from him. Her tone stayed at a cool and reasonable level but her eyes flashed thunderclouds. She then inquired to what direction he had need of and He spoke of a new grave in a small clearing surrounded by trees. She had not heard of any recent deaths and so informed him. But he gave the impression that she was not speaking the truth. The King arrived and she suggested that He asked His Majesty of the direction. In truth not wishing to deal with the Man any longer. ~

~This indeed he did.. And by doing so set the Kings teeth on edge. Especially when Sir Oaklyn spoke of having sent spies around in search of the grave he was seeking. When finally he spoke the name of the one in the grave. Andrea had gone silent totally. She took the time to mourn privately for the sweet and kind old Gentleman that had so endeared himself to many in the castle, with his lovely words and gentle speech. She could not believe the that the discription of the Man Sir Oaklyn said he spoke of. A traitor to the Crown of Macedonia and a thief. She knew there had to be more to this story than Sir Oaklyn let out. Lord Abiyo was not in her eyes the man Sir Oaklyn made him out to be. But the tradition of Windstorm prevented her from asking questions. The King had granted permission for a search to made but that Guards of the Castle had to escort Him upon his search. It was later in conversation when Sir Oaklyn had let the king see his true colors when, He spoke of having the servants especially Becca wear white glove for fear of his heath. The King had spun on him and informed him that, His servents were not for sir Oaklyn's own ammusment. And as he had stated he had had his own with him... If he was so afraid of his health... then the King suggested he use his own servents and stop badgering badgering those of Windstorm. After the King had made arrangements for a group of Castle Guards to accompany Sir Oaklyn about his search and the King departed so did Sir Oaklyn.~

[Fim]

standing alone in a small sunlit meadow...... deep within the forest, out side of windstorm, there stands before a grave,..an old man..bent as if under a heavy weight,.... before him ..... a newly mounded grave...with a simple stone of the field as a marker....and upon this stone is written......".find peace on this road friend Abiyownah, as you never found peace on the road thee left."..........Into the meadow rides a man dressed as tho for a ball.........with men on foot , ringed around him..
He rides up behind the old man and looks with disgust at what to him appears to be a begger, and not worth his time.............
Oaklyn="who do you waste your tears for old begger?"
Turning slowly..the old man looks up at this man..this man who he recognizes as the son of tsar Samuel ..this man who is prince of macedonia..but offers no respect, nor does he drop his eyes..
Fim="doth the heavens waste even a drop of rain when it doth shed them upon this ground? nay oaklyn...with the rain the heavens show thier love of this earth..........and these tears are the rain from my heart..shed for the love of a friend...and are nay wasted."
Oaklyn="you know me begger?.....then if that be true..show me the respect that I am due"
Curling his lip..the old man spits into the grass at the foot of Oaklyns horse..
Fim="there..*pointing to the wet grass before oaklyn* is more respect than thee are due, now leave this place...for thee do bring the stench of thy rotten heart unto hallowed land.."
Leaping from his steed, Oaklyn raises his riding whip and advances toward the old man..who stands firm .,,,his eyes never leaveing this prince of evil...
but before he takes even two steps..the guards that the great Agustin had sent along..step between the two..speaking not..but hands upon hilts...
Oaklyn="very well begger..*dropping his hand with a fury he slaps the whip against the side of his boot*..tell me..who lies within this mound of mud?....I have heard it is the thief and traitor Abiyownah..and if it be..I have permission to dig him up..*turning to go around the guard to the left..*
the guard side steps ..and again with a firm look puts himself between oaklyn and the old man....
Fim="you call this gentle man a thief?............you call him a traitor?.......leanias heart was given freely to Abiyo..twas thy jealous rage which made thee the thief...twas thee who did steal her in the middle of the night and locked her within the tallest tower in thy castle..and tried to force thyself upon her....thee call this man of simple words a traitor...but twas thee who did betray thy own father with lies, when leanias jumped from that tower rather than submit to thy leecherous touch...and now thee do seek to even betray the sanctity of the grave..I fear, thee must make anouther grave for me before thee can touch this one oaklyn.."
Turning to one of the guards, fimbuthul says..please good sir..go and fetch someone before this man defiles this santified place........

[Sgt Samuel]

Sgt Samuel and two privates had been assigned to accompany this High born pain in the posterior in his search for a grave said to be in the near by woods. James Samuel was not one to grumble about the duties he draws but this One could cause him to start. The Man complained of everything.. How far He and His men should stay from him to keep him from making contact with them. And the list went on and on. The searching had paid off though. They came upon the grave in a small clearing surrounded by trees just as the Noble had described. There mourning over it. was another man of nondiscript manner. A possible begger giving respect over the one buried there.

The Sargent had stood there as the Nobel and the one who seemed to be a begger had spoken back and forth to each other, but when Sir Oaklyn had jumped off his horse to approach the old man when he had spit on the ground to show the respect he had for the Noble, Sgt Samuel had stepped in between the two his hand lightly resting on the hilt of his sword. He had been ordered to accompany the Noble but he would not stand by and allow the Noble to attack with a whip, one in the Land of Windstorm who was under the protection of its Soveriegn. At the Sgt's side was one of the two young guardsmen while the third kept an eye on the the personal servants of the Noble.

Then the name of the one buried was spoken. Comfirmation was made by the beggar that indeed it was Abiyownah that was buried here under the plain stone marker. Sir Oaklyn made to go around the young guardsman who again sidestepped into his path to halt his progress. Sgt. Samuel then spoke to the Noble after the begger had told the pernious Noble that he would have to plant him next to Abiyownah before he would allow him to desicrate the grave. "M'lord, my orders were ta only dig up dis grave iffin dere t'was nae other way ta confirm da identity o' da one who abides here... But here we hae confirmation o da one who buried him. Does dis nae satisfy ye?

[becca]

*he had touched her breasts....it ran through her mind over and over again...any time she stopped and gave herself time to think...it appeared again *

he had touched her breasts

*and ..and with his bare hand....*shuddering*...He had taken off that precious glove of His and touched her*

*she ran into the bed chamber once more...and quietly expelled her breakfast* looking up ever so green...she ran into the hall....to once mor ebusy her hands...and...and then He...he offered her riches...and titles....she stormed....her face usually so calm and complacent...erupted..she spat into the fire...to ward off evil....*...*muttering under her breath*
Oh that MAN!!!

[Lady Edfeil]

((locked pending council discussion))


ooc ... Unlocked as becca explained the reason behind her post......play on and enjoy - DL

[Sgt Samuel]

*Sgt Samuel again called out to the Noble seeking to gain His attention. M'lord, surely der be more ta life den the digging up of a man dat kin nae more cause ye strife? Ye be 'aeing da last laugh on 'im by bein' able ta look down pon 'im.

The Sargent stands waiting for an answer, hoping that Sir Oaklyn will take his words to heart.*

[lordAbiyownah]

*gritting his teeth and turning to the sgt. in charge*
“ How dare you question the right given me by your own king……...do you question his word and think you have a right to ascertain what I can or cannot do”??

*turning back to his mount..not wishing to lower himself to arguing with a lower subordinate of this backward realm*
“We shall see how long you hold your rank servant………I will get a written order from your king……….then we shall see how long you stand in my way”



*smiling beneath the shadow of the hood on his cloak…the old man turns back to the grave…and thanks the gods for men such as this brave sgt..*


*while from the woods ……a pair of eyes watches all that is going on..wishing he could hear the words spoken……. A small shudder runs thru him…*.

[lordAbiyownah]

*Turning to sgt.Samuel…. once he knows oaklyn is on his way from the meadow*
“Sgt. Samuel…you are a good and noble man…and mayhaps I can confide in thee in confidence”……….
*throwing back the hood of his cloak to reveal an old man of face..but with deep brown eyes that speak of long years of seeking and obtaining knowledge…*

“I am known as Fimbuthul…I am an oracle from the land of Eenhied…given refuge by my good and dear friend, Lord Daniel De Fora………….I am here in your realm to help a former student of mine……as well as a close friend……Lord Abiyownah..”

*Fimbuthul watches, and studies the face of sgt Samuel….seeing if he can truly trust this man…He sees that he is a kindly man..a man of decency…and strength..*

“My friend..Abiyownah…many years ago..lived in the land of Macedonia…under the rule of Tsar Samuel……..while studying with me..he met..and fell in love with a young lady….ohhh… sergant….they were beautiful to watch…the glow in their faces when they looked upon each other…..it was like the moon when it looks upon a clear night sky…you just know they belong together…you feel that they accent each other and give beauty to each other….”

*dropping his head for a minute as he too now remembers a long ago love..who once made his face light in such a way…………then….catching his breath…..and clearing his throat….he continued*

“Oaklyn..who is the son of tsar Samuel….His only child…and the prince of Macedonia….one day looked upon the beauty of this maiden…and he too was smitten……but….unlike a man..who seeks a ladies hand thru gestures..thru words and courting……He had his soldiers kidnap her..and carry her to his castle………and therein locked her within a high tower….”

*for a moment Fimbuthuls jaw tightens and anger crosses his face…but again..he thinks only of what he must explain…if he is to get Sgt. Samuels help*

“He offered her power and prestige…..but she refused…for the power of love is all she desired and needed….and the only prestige she craved, was to stand in purity before the man she loved…….then he offered her jewels and horses and gowns of silk…carriages covered in gold…but again she refused to submit to him….for the only jewel that she wanted…was the jewel of Abiyos love……………….aye……..then good Sgt…then is when the true nature of Oaklyn did surface…………for then he did try and force himself upon her….and when she fought him..he beat her to the ground…….then did the gods intervene………for Oaklyn turned but for a moment to fasten the door to this chamber of horrors….and the poor lady..the sweet innocent maiden…rose and fled to a window..and threw herself from it..and as she feel unto the waiting arms of death….all below could hear her cry out…Abiyo……Abiyo…..I shall await thee my love….I shall await thee…..”

*tears now slowly dampen the withered cheeks of Fimbuthul…*