Post by Sir Matthias on Jun 11, 2004 0:13:09 GMT -5
Matthias had taken one of the many pieces of advice that the Lady Andrea had emparted upon him, and he had spoken with the squire about the furnishment of his arms and armour. Now, he was looking over the results of this advice, and he was most pleased. His battle-worn breastplate had been mostly mended; his clothing expertly tended to. Even Matthias, a man who was always critical of work like this, could find naught to be displeased with.
With practised hands he examined the articles of clothing, the pieces of armour, the weapons. Each was cared to his satisfaction. Matthias looked down both sides of the blades, his longsword and his dagger, and could find no flaw in how they'd been sharpened. The Norse axe he bears he ran lightly across the back of his forearm. Lightly it collected the small hairs that grow there, with seemingly no effort. Aye, he thought. Nothing to complain about.
As he slowly buckled his swordbelt, his thoughts crossed over the people he'd met in the past few days. Orderly, his thoughts turned first to the King. He'd seemed a solid man, an honourable one. Firm when needed, but pleasant. A true leader among men. Next, Matthias's thoughts turned to the Lady Edfiel, whom he was told was the King's daughter. Matthias already thought very highly of this Lady; she seemed calm, in all things, with a well-ordered mind, and a Lady whom any and all can trust.
The thought of the Lady Edfiel allowed him to turn his mind to the man whom he'd met earlier this day, the Lord Sighehelm of Kent. A tall, broad man, who's brother was King of Kent, or so he'd said. Matthias approved most heartily of the Lord Sighehelm; in his years, he'd seen few men of his stature, upbringing, and obvious skill. His words had been easy, pleasant, welcoming, though he had said he himself was a guest of Windstorm. However, in Matthias's opinion, the Lord Sighehelm was the kind of man you'd wish at your side for any situation.
There had been another guest earlier this day. A man by the name of Bishop. He'd spoken well also, and Matthias found his company most amicable during the period he'd spent with them. He'd also met the Lady Loxley. She was of great beauty, and also was the Chatelaine of this Castle. An excellent hostess, skilled in the fine art of conversation.
The day previous, Matthias had met both the Lady Halethala and the Lady Andrea. He'd heard that the Lady was bethrothed to a norseman by the name of Sinold. Though his own quarrel with the Norse goes back many years, Matthias was prepared to accept the Lady Andrea's words that this man was indeed honourable. Or more accurately, was accepting that in a place as...calm...as Windstorm, that a calm Norseman might be a possibility.
He'd spoken long with the Lady Andrea during his first eve in Windstorm, and found her too to be a most skilled hostess. They'd talked long about things such as horses, and embroidery. He felt that she was well-skilled with a needle, and the cloth she was creating was an excellent example of her work. He'd also learned some of the customs of this castle; such as their custom of not asking questions of guests. Though it may not be custom, Matthias returned this courtesy. Mayhaps soon I will share some of my past...nae worse can happen to me than already has.
Even the servants were polite, and good company. For a man who'd spent so many nights alone, with but his loyal horse Starfall for companionship, even the greetings of the people of this castle were like gold to his eyes and an angel's choir to his ears. Matthias allowed himself a smile, which caused his prematurely-lined face to light up for a second, before he straightened. He intended on exploring the village at some point this eve, and seeing what there is to see. He left his guest quarters, with just that on his mind.
OOC: I've not done much posting on boards before...if I've done anything wrong, please, just yell loudly at me and beat me with sticks till I do it right.
With practised hands he examined the articles of clothing, the pieces of armour, the weapons. Each was cared to his satisfaction. Matthias looked down both sides of the blades, his longsword and his dagger, and could find no flaw in how they'd been sharpened. The Norse axe he bears he ran lightly across the back of his forearm. Lightly it collected the small hairs that grow there, with seemingly no effort. Aye, he thought. Nothing to complain about.
As he slowly buckled his swordbelt, his thoughts crossed over the people he'd met in the past few days. Orderly, his thoughts turned first to the King. He'd seemed a solid man, an honourable one. Firm when needed, but pleasant. A true leader among men. Next, Matthias's thoughts turned to the Lady Edfiel, whom he was told was the King's daughter. Matthias already thought very highly of this Lady; she seemed calm, in all things, with a well-ordered mind, and a Lady whom any and all can trust.
The thought of the Lady Edfiel allowed him to turn his mind to the man whom he'd met earlier this day, the Lord Sighehelm of Kent. A tall, broad man, who's brother was King of Kent, or so he'd said. Matthias approved most heartily of the Lord Sighehelm; in his years, he'd seen few men of his stature, upbringing, and obvious skill. His words had been easy, pleasant, welcoming, though he had said he himself was a guest of Windstorm. However, in Matthias's opinion, the Lord Sighehelm was the kind of man you'd wish at your side for any situation.
There had been another guest earlier this day. A man by the name of Bishop. He'd spoken well also, and Matthias found his company most amicable during the period he'd spent with them. He'd also met the Lady Loxley. She was of great beauty, and also was the Chatelaine of this Castle. An excellent hostess, skilled in the fine art of conversation.
The day previous, Matthias had met both the Lady Halethala and the Lady Andrea. He'd heard that the Lady was bethrothed to a norseman by the name of Sinold. Though his own quarrel with the Norse goes back many years, Matthias was prepared to accept the Lady Andrea's words that this man was indeed honourable. Or more accurately, was accepting that in a place as...calm...as Windstorm, that a calm Norseman might be a possibility.
He'd spoken long with the Lady Andrea during his first eve in Windstorm, and found her too to be a most skilled hostess. They'd talked long about things such as horses, and embroidery. He felt that she was well-skilled with a needle, and the cloth she was creating was an excellent example of her work. He'd also learned some of the customs of this castle; such as their custom of not asking questions of guests. Though it may not be custom, Matthias returned this courtesy. Mayhaps soon I will share some of my past...nae worse can happen to me than already has.
Even the servants were polite, and good company. For a man who'd spent so many nights alone, with but his loyal horse Starfall for companionship, even the greetings of the people of this castle were like gold to his eyes and an angel's choir to his ears. Matthias allowed himself a smile, which caused his prematurely-lined face to light up for a second, before he straightened. He intended on exploring the village at some point this eve, and seeing what there is to see. He left his guest quarters, with just that on his mind.
OOC: I've not done much posting on boards before...if I've done anything wrong, please, just yell loudly at me and beat me with sticks till I do it right.
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