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Post by The Watcher on Jan 7, 2008 8:24:34 GMT -5
*He drew back his black cloak, the hood threw a deep black shadow over his face, a short growth of hair could be seen where the hood recessed far enough to see his chin, he was a slim man of medium height, he carried weapons concealed beneath his outer garments, he knew in this Kingdom he would have no need to get at them in any hurry, this time was the most peace he had known for some time, he jested with himself in his mind to the fact he may indeed stay a while, a slight smile cracked his dry lips as he pressed on with purpose to the message boards of Windstorm, he turned one last corner with caution keeping close to the shadows of the hallway, he came upon the boards, he reached into his cloak and drew a parchment, he reached to his left hand side and drew a dagger, he held the parchment to the board with his left hand and drove the dagger into the letter and up to a quarter of the blade sank into the wood, the writing on the outer of the parchment shown who the letter was for......in very fine handwriting it just read......Repsol
There twas done for now he would do what he was good at......Watching....
He turned upon his heels and left the Castle as quickly and quietly as he had entered, he mounted and rode to a vantage point he had chosen when he arrived in the Kingdom....
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Jan 11, 2008 15:56:36 GMT -5
((oohhh... curious!))
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Post by Repsol on Jan 13, 2008 18:32:23 GMT -5
Repsol had collected sarah from the Nun on time and was walking to their quarters when he happened upon the notice board, he clearly saw the message which was held in place by the dagger, the handle he once knew from some time passed, could his eyes be playing games, for he knew it to be last with it's owner in some distant lands, he placed a hand upon sarah's shoulder and drew her near to him, he looked once back and once forward, he grasped the scroll tightly in his left hand and pulled it away from the dagger, his forefinger and thumb worked together to open the message, his eyes searched the words which where delicately written, his heart beat became faster, he looked down to his right thigh where stood sarah and gave her a little smile, he knew now he needed to make provisions for the little one, for now and her future, he turned to the dagger and pulled it free, he knew the owner would like it returned, he folded the message as such and placed the dagger in his boot by the rear of his leg, he held sarah tightly by the hand and proceeded to their quarters, not stopping or looking he closed the door behind them......and bolted it...
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Post by The Watcher on Jan 18, 2008 1:15:48 GMT -5
He lifted his right foot and placed it upon the medium sized rock, leaning half forward he placed his right forearm across the top of his thigh, he was not expecting to see anyone, well not the one he looked for, not yet he knew of the preparation that will be made, first the girl would be made safe and away from prying eyes, then the armoury would be visited, then the kitchens, the Queen and then and only then would he see the one he would accompany, though his future companion would know nothing of the arrangements which have been set out for them.
Time was not in their favour but he could not and would not rush anything, the peices need to fall into place by themselves, this way all will be as it should, the places they will visit on their quest will contain the things they will need...no he knew nothing should be tampered with, so for now he shall watch...........and wait..
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Jan 18, 2008 9:52:37 GMT -5
((shivers. If Dh gets better, I might join in!))
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Post by Repsol on Feb 5, 2008 0:15:15 GMT -5
He stood with his back to the door, expecting the devil himself to burst in, he looked upon sarah as she ran mocking a scream to the bed to hide under the covers away from the invisible monster from which they ran, he could nae help but allow himself a smile as she dived upon the bed and crawled under the heavy covers still screaming playfully....if only it was a game they could enjoy together for he knew now he must take stock and follow the path which lay afore him.
He moved to the chest and lifted the lid it creaked open, he looked momentarily at the contents, sarahs clothes neat and tidy lay in it, he grasped a huge handful, of anything, he checked them as he placed them in the leather bag, she would have everything she needed he shall wait until dark and in the peace of night he shall escort the lil girl to safe place.
He turned to speak to sarah and explain things, in return he could only hear muffled screams and the bed linen moving as though two ferets where fighting under them, he knelt at the side of the bed and lifted the blanket making a ghostly whoooooing noise, as sarah saw the light come under the blanket along with the noise her right foot shot out and smacked him right on the bridge of his nose, as his eyes watered and the whoooing stopped followed by the sound of a grown man whimpering into cupped hands (but wasn't whimpering), sarah giggled and climbed out the side of the bed and onto the top of the covers, she ran and jumped on the bulge in the covers made by Repsol's head, both kness came crunching down upon his head, causing his fingers from the cupped hands to jam into his eyes, as he slid out from under the covers sarah slid off the hump (head) and onto the bed, he knelt up and could see the lil one sitting waiting for the next instalment of this super game.
He stood towering over the bed and in his deepest voice growled....COME HERE...sarah screamed and leapt from the bed and ran behind her clothes chest, as he stepped with his weight on his back foot the rug he was on slid on the floor his legs fell out behind him and he smashed flat on his face on the wooden floor, sarah saw her chance to kill the monster and with a run she leapt and landed with both knees between the shoulder blades of the fallen monster, causing it to groan and whimper, he thought he should lay still she may call of this sustained attack....how wrong could one man be......
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Post by Dream Loxley on Feb 7, 2008 5:34:50 GMT -5
ooc: Dear Repsol, you may have no idea how I adore reading of you and Sarah. The antics you describe come to life as I see them in my mind, a loving Grandfather and his Grandchild playing together. You are a delight to read! I just had to tell you.... please do keep it up.  |
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Post by Repsol on Feb 14, 2008 23:08:24 GMT -5
After the initial assault he lifted his head and sniffed back the blood from his nostrils from when he had hit his nose on the wooden floor, as his assailant spun on his shoulders she grabbed two handfulls of hair in her tiny hands and dangled a leg either side of his neck, she was now sitting on his shoulders, he bent his arms and placed the palms of his hands upon the floor and pushed himself up onto all fours, this was done to playful screams and cheers from his assailant, digging her tiny heels into his chest and pushing her hands forward to the top of his head not realising the hair she had in her grip was actually attatched just above his neckline, he winced as she demanded he move forward to the sounds of giddup horsey yah yah.
He had gone from monster to horse in a matter of seconds though from the riders attitude he thought she hated both equally, oh the minds of children....
He stood and twirled a few times until he became dizzy, the young assailant fell from his shoulders and onto the soft pillows upon the bed, he looked down upon her as he wiped his nose clean, then mentally checking the areas of his body where the pain came from for broken bones or at least a sprain or two...no he had feeling in all parts, though he wished he had not..
Sarah did not say anything though the affection for the somewhat stumbling oaf standing afore her shone from her eyes like a beam of sunshine, she half smiled to him and nestled down into the pillows and softly closed her eyes, her breath was soft and short she had not got it back from the play, yet she slept, he sat on the bed at her feet, half reaching out to touch the small digits then retracting his hand and sat in the silence watching as she drifted into sleep.
He rose slowly and silent from the bed, he moved to the small desk he afforded himself and began to write on a peice of parchment, he completed the letter and moved to the door of his room, as he opened it molly was walking with some linen, he gestured with his hand and as she stood he leaned into he and whispered she stood back and looked at him and softly smiled and nodded, he passed her the parchment and with his other hand he offered four coins, with her free hand she folded his fingers tenderly over the coins and moved on her way, he turned and went back into his room and locked the door behind him, looking to the sleeping babe on the bed he looked in the sachel to ensure the young one had all she required for her journey.
He reached deep into the chest at the foot of his bed and drew out two small hide bags, both carried coins one was for the child and her keepers and one was for......well it was for her upkeep if anything should happen to him on this quest, this would be sent to one person and one person only........
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Post by Little Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 4:41:44 GMT -5
As Little Sarah slipped further into a deep and peaceful slumber, her small body relaxed and her breathing became soft and shallow. Exhausted from her adventures once again, she began to dream. Images of the past lingered still, and yet slowly the memories of her family were fading into the past. She would never forget Mama, nor Papa, somewhere in the far corners of her mind and her heart they would always be there, but now Repsol was here and he was the single focus of her life. The Castle was a huge place, quite frightening at times, but he always soothed her, protected her and made her feel safe. She would be content wherever she was as long as he was there.
Her dreams were now of Repsol and the adventures she had experienced with him. Monsters were slain and horses ridden faster than the wind, she was so strong and confident, even the large painting that was hanging on the wall ceased to make her afraid. As she slept on, she could become anything her wild imagination desired, always with Repsol by her side.
Her eyes closed against the world, a small smile flickered along her rosebud lips, peace had found her heart and kept her from any harm. She curled up within the soft, snuggly pillows and slept on soundly, unaware of anything or anyone, as a child should sleep.........always.
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Post by Repsol on May 29, 2008 4:12:09 GMT -5
As the sun settled above the trees the bright red glow lit the faces of the girl and the nun, lil sarah was still drowsy as she nestled into the arms of the nun.
The look upon the nuns face sadened as the knight mounted his steed, he looked upon them both as he realised the trust he had placed upon the ageing lady holding his only meaning left, she mouthed him luck as he turned and rode, a few strides and a soldier, one of those he had hand chosen for the guard duties, he stood and spoke to the lord.....'Sire Ye need say and we shall ride with thee t worlds end iffen need..The Lord smiled knowing the words where true, he kicked on the horse into a trot soon he was in the deep wood.......
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Post by The Watcher on May 29, 2008 4:29:12 GMT -5
Placing the last piece of food in his mouth he turned from his position and took the strap of his mount, he climbed up knowing the journey was about to begin, he had waited and watched, he had seen things which had made him smile to himself and others which he had witnessed for the first time, things which he placed deep in his mind for future use, mayhap in fits of boredom he shall bring them to the fore front of his mind for amusement, settling into the saddle he knew exactly when and where his path would cross with the Lords....
Thule Sen The Watcher had a craft, the craft of being in the right place at the exact right time, he did not know of how and when he inherrited this gift but it had stood him in good stead throughout his seemingly short life, he had taken time whilest in the lands of Windstorm to seek in his soul peace and the tranquility which time waiting had offered, now his senses where back to where they should be, the present.
His mount stumbled slightly on the loose rocks as he decended the hillside t'wards the path where the Lord will exit the woodland.......
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Post by Repsol on Jun 4, 2008 2:40:04 GMT -5
It was somewhat cooler in the shade amongst the trees as the horse trod purposefully foreward, he had tied the leather reighes in a knot and rested them upon the horses shoulder in front of the saddle, then he lifted his right leg and nestled the pommel in the bend behind his right knee so it sat between the rear of his thigh and behind his calve, this made him more comfortable and allowed him to adjust the long bow which until he had moved in his saddle was across his back, but the twine made his neck uncomfortable.
He pulled around the leather and skin bag in which his arrows nestled and rested them upon his lap, he held the bow out with a straight left arm and gently tugged the twine a few times, he then took his left foot from the styrrup and run the bow along the saddle inside his left leg and fixed it with two small leather straps which attached it to the saddle.
He looked through the trees into the gloomy green shadows as his eyes followed some of the tree upwards the shade slowly changed to a steamy orange color, small animals scurried around the undergrowth and the birds rustled and sang in the leafy trees, this a sign he took as he was alone with time to think about what is in front of him, however this was pure speculation as he did not know what was awaiting him he was at the mercy of the gods, he reached down to the right boot and pulled out the clay pipe, this was somewhat shorter than the other he used in the Castle, he removed two stone type peices from a small pouch and struck them against eachother until a small spark lit the soft dry leaf in the cup of the pipe he drew a deep draw upon the pipe and the leaf redened and a slight plume of smoke spirraled upwards and off into the trees, he sat back and enjoyed the tranquility....
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Post by Repsol on Jun 9, 2008 6:52:00 GMT -5
His mind wandered to who Vitreous Small really was, is he the villain of any peace or was he just a ambitous man who used all at his disposal to be industrious, his minds picture of the man was a short fat fellow who sweats quiet alot surrounded by huge oafs who doted upon his every command, he only knew at this point that Vitreous would come after sarah if he didn't stop him....doubt was starting to take up his thoughts his mind was actually looking for a reason not to kill this man he did not know, thoughts of wounding or just warning him off attempting to enter the lands of Windstorm in persuit of the lil girl, a voice entered his head, it moved him to the point of almost falling off the back of his horse such was the ferocity, it bit into his mind like a bear trap, it had got his full attention which is probably what the sender of the thoughts had wanted....
*You wish to walk away from this quest, fine go turn away be gone back to thy nice warm cosy castle, building nice fluffy white clouds in the blue sky, jus go so called a Knight, tis a title thou hath enjoyed and so now it turns thy mind soft, weak in arm soft in head easily pleased easily led, jus go*
Then it was gone, he regained his ballance and sat bolt upright, he looked around him the wood was still no birds singing anymore, no movement in the undergrowth, just silence, now he knew he was not alone anymore but where was the owner of the voice in his head for it was not his, he did not follow the fact that anyone only witches could invade the mind with potions and such and he did not follow or hold comfort with such things....yes they frightened him, for what he could not see he could not fight and this worried him greatly......
It seemed obvious to him that whoever owned the voice wanted Small dead, he would be used as no ones puppet, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it out of his mind, he looked all around him, the mist was now lifting and the light entering the wood became stronger, he knew he was almost out of the woodland, when in open land he would be more aware of anyone around him, he would also make good time using the back roads to where he and his men had found sarah and her family....
As the road became lined on either side by a single row of trees he could see the land fall away into meadows, it was at this point he was aware of a rider, though he could not see anyone, his mind told him there was someone not too far away, he placed his right hand upon his sword which was carried upon his his back the hilt travelling just above and slightly to the right of his right shoulder, he carried it in a purpose built half sheath so as to accomodate the removal of the blade he did not need to draw it fully as it was longer then his stretched arm, his horse moved foreward at a walk, the only sound was the soft thud of hooves upon the lush grass and the slight clanking of his tins for cooking, he moved between two trees on his right hand side of the track, here he had on one side the vast meadow on the other the trees if an attack was coming it would be sensible for the assailant to come from the trees, he watched and waited then through the trees over the path and past the other trees he could make out a dark figure on horseback, he was walking as slow as he mimicking his movement as if he knew what Repsol was doing, the trees would end soon then what........
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Post by The Watcher on Jun 11, 2008 21:37:22 GMT -5
Thule sen knew the lord would be a little nervous, until he knew how nervous he would keep at least a blade length away from him...just in case.
This is to be where their journey would start, he had mapped their route maticulously with the aid of the seer, though not always would it be the most direct, there where places and people to see along the way both for assistance and also to reasure the lord the quest he has undertaken will be true and fair there could be no doubt as to why this quest was being undertaken for the man they seek is powerful, the path they will follow will be strewn with his handywork.
The trees now at an end he allowed himself a look in the lords direction though he did not disturb the hood upon his head, he could see what he wanted, a well weathered, quiet a solid man maybe a little plumpish, this land agrees well with him Thule thought maybe too well, in the near future he will see how the lord handles the weapons he carries and himself, he knew his task would be a complicated one as he was not dealing with an assassin but one who lives by a different code of conduct, one he was aware of but never been close to before...she had given him little knowledge of what to expect, this meant he would be on his toes for the most of the journey....
He moved his mount to the track almost at the same time of the lord moved his mount, there would be no eye contact yet, not for a few mile til one or the other tires of the silence and their inquisitive nature gets the better of them, then one of two things will happen either they will speak as the washer women did or it would be silence, Thule sen lifted his hand and placed more dried meat into his mouth and chewed slowly.....in silence.
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Post by Repsol on Jun 13, 2008 4:57:00 GMT -5
As Repsol moved his mount to the path he relaxed his posture as there was no threat from the other rider, the two riders shared the narrow path which cut through the lush meadow, the sunshine seemed to be pulling the mist from the clinch of the meadow as it attempted to drag the last drop of moisture before the heat of the day would dry it out.
After some time Repsol began to wonder why the other rider does not move off and make his own way alone, the hooded rider did not seem to be in any rush to reach his destination, the lords situation was somewhat different, he did not have any idea as to where he was going between now and when he is to meet Small....
He then remembered the parchment left for him with the dagger, he looked to the hooded man who by now had dropped a horse length behind the lord, he turned and spoke....
R: Thou seem nay in a rush freind to get to where thou art seeking..(not wanting to sound pompous) only tis a custom to request safe passage from a lord one should nae take it for granted ye may join their company as will takes thee*
Repsol then thought perhaps this soul did not wish his aid with passage, these where not the wildest lands in the Kingdom..
Thule sen slightly moved in his saddle and his mount came alongside that of Repsol, the hooded head made no movement no motion at all to ease into the direction of Repsol so as the lord may hear what he was about to say....
TS: *chuckles* Safe passage, these be some of the quietest lands I hath visited for some time, I am nae in any rush Sire, nor do I seek safe passage by riding this path I take, though I do beleive thou hath something which belongs to me, pray tell doth thou have it in thy posession at this time, it was used to hold my message in place upon the message board at Windstorm.
The lord reached into his roll on the rear of his saddle and drew the dagger, he took the blade in his gloved right hand and offered the hilt over his left elbow to the rider now at his side, he watched as a gloved hand released the riegnes and took hold of the handle, he placed the dagger in his boot, without making any movement he spoke to Repsol..
TS:Thou should ride south east out of the lands of this kingdom, a small village beside the main road will be a inn, a meal and a room awaits thee.....
Thule sen then kicked on his mount into a gallop and left the lord sitting in the dust which was rising, the rider soon put distance between himself and the lord.....
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