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Post by Dream Loxley on Feb 9, 2004 4:38:46 GMT -5
*The honour had been hers at last.....to give the golden key to one held very highly by all in Windstorm. She had teased him slightly more than she should have mayhaps...but the resulting grin and smile from him was reward enough as he took his key.
Indeed, she did feel close to him, for he had kept her from the doors of darkness and death when she had been injured, his voice had urged her to stay and she would never forget this.
A true Knight in every sense of the word, she was thrilled to have welcomed him to Windstorm...to the heart of her family and friends.......a home for him at last......a place to grow and enjoy she hoped. And now she placed the note upon the board for all to see.
A wonderful start to a fresh new week for all...........*
~WELCOME TO WINDSTORM SIR JOSEPH....WELCOME HOME~
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Feb 9, 2004 4:45:44 GMT -5
*she smiled seeing the note, remembering the fun of last eve. 't was an eve that had been long in the making. For years Sir Joseph had visited, then become guest of their house. And quietly they had hoped he would find the soil here to grow roots.
The request from him to make Windstorm his home had come on one of the most difficult evenings of her life. The eve of the death of the Darkrider, when the Hall had been filled with the sound of arms and the scent of blood. But there, amidst all, hope had been renewed and courage given.
And now he was one of their family. She remembers Lady Dreams teasing. The laughter kept in check and the satisfaction of seeing the silver tongued knight stammer. She remembers her own smile when she had been allowed to speak the words of tradition: welcome to Windstorm. Welcome home.*
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Feb 9, 2004 7:39:36 GMT -5
Awwwww... and I missed it! WELCOME HOME, Joseph, Knight of the Golden Tongue! |
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Post by Sir Joseph on Feb 9, 2004 11:58:05 GMT -5
Dippin the quill inte the ink bottle, smiling as I begin te scribe. Te mah “family”.. many a moon I aves traveled and roamed, many a realm I aves visited and be known te. But one realm stood alone, above, always made me feel welcome, *smiles* nourished my creativity, love, friendship and honor…WINDSTORM…Lady Edfeil, ye aves held My attention fer many a moon, smiling* a friend with no alternative agenda but te be kind, witty, pleasant, always hospitable to a fault. Lord Dorian, (Oh ye of the challenged codpiece) tis mah honor te stand beside such a valiant Knight. Shaina…. smiles as I mention ye name, once mah fellow Ambassador, always mah friend, a friendship I hold dear and close te mah eart. Ye Angelic sis, Sabriel, smiles…Siya, we aves known each other fer so long, ye surely knows ow I honor ye, as well as hold ye in high esteem. Lady Dream Loxley, Robin be a verra lucky man indeed, twas mah honor and charmed providence that hath allowed meself exposure te all of ye. Sinold? Ye cantankerous Norse! Chuckles* such a sprited friendship in such a short tyme, surely once again the gods smiled upon me when we met. Lady Beren… smiles* fer ye constant kindness te SirJ I thank ye…Te any I may aves forgotten te mention, I thank ye fer thy kind attentiveness… te the recently arrived guests, or those I donnae knows.. Zaynab, Andrea, Roland, Horatio. It shall be mah privelidge te seek enlightenment of ye…*bowing mah ead… and last but nae least….. Agustin.. a truly benevolent sovereign, tis mah honor te serve ye My liege, I be hopins ye keeps the wine cellars stocked, and continues with yer generosities.. I pledge te ye all, my wit, words, and my mind. I am handy with a sword, and nae too shabby with a bow. I bring a pledge to honor you, To protect our realm, with all m’feeble might... rolling up the scroll .. Sealing it by dipping his ring into wax , sealing the two sides. handing it to his most trusted messenger. Reachin inte m’ bag and taking out something I hath hidden away.. nae had about my neck since I twas Seneschal.. The silk woven cord coated in gold. Proudly placin mah new tags upon this distinctive chord… Placin it o’er m’head.. feelin the new tags rest upon my broad chest Pickin up my tags in m’hand looking down at em.. smiling proudly.. (( good gawd I opes I ave nae forgotten anyone, please forgive me iffen I did))
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Post by Letha on Feb 9, 2004 16:01:22 GMT -5
*Will apparently need to make a greater impression upon thee*  Congratulations, good Knight! WindStorm is MOST fortunate to have snared thee! |
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Post by Lady Beren on Feb 9, 2004 16:58:08 GMT -5
*Cheers and sings a welcome song * It be a most happy thing for Windstorm to 'have' Ye, M'Lord Ye be most welcome ! |
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Post by Sir Joseph on Feb 9, 2004 19:08:35 GMT -5
(placing es foot upon an anvil.. the heavy sledge now in es hands. swings a mightly blow. YEEEEE-OUCH!)
Bowing my head deeply, then lifting it , looking directly inte ye eyes, my own pleading for forgiveness.. speaking in an apologetic tone...pausing a moment, taking a breath.. Letha, how could I aves evahh fergotten ye? I humble mahself afore ye and plead fer ye forgiveness.. *bows mah ead, then lefts it, eyes again immediately locking on yer own* fer iffen nae fer ye, Sinold or Layla wouldst lie dead. Ye elped me save both, ow I could ave fergotten such a valiant unselfish deed tis beyond me. (( eww, Im so good at this suckin up, aint I)). I, *places emphasis on next word* "treasure" *winks* ye friendship as well as ye skills, again I asks ye forgiveness..
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Post by Dream Loxley on Feb 10, 2004 4:31:55 GMT -5
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Post by Robin of Loxley on Feb 10, 2004 6:23:44 GMT -5
*Welcome home Sir Joseph.........tis glad you have decided to join our home !! *S*
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Feb 10, 2004 7:46:00 GMT -5
*looks at Joseph's winking and sucking up to Letha schtick* Hey... don't set the standards too high for me!!!
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Post by Shaina on Feb 10, 2004 9:14:28 GMT -5
She hears of the great news that Sir Joseph has been presented a key to His very own chamber at the Castle. She sits at Her writing table .. taking a pressed parchment, quill and ink; She pens a missive to Her friend.
M'Dear Friend Joseph,
'Tis great news that I've recieved here at the Inn. I send to Ye M'sincerest congratulations and warmest welcoming wishes as Ye be now a member of Windstorm. I'm certain Ye shall serve the Kingdom well. Until We next meet, be safe and well.
Y'Friend,
Shaina
p.s. and DO NAY get M'Knight into too much trouble
She calls for the Inn Keeper's servant and sends him off once again to the Castle to deliver the missive to Sir Joseph. Again, he happlily obliges and sets off to the Castle.
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Post by Lady Laurestina on Feb 10, 2004 10:39:42 GMT -5
TEXTWhile bending over to read the welcoming parchments and inspecting the eloquent hand quilled notes, she finds herself *smiling delightfully.* Although she cannot help but feel that old but always welcomed feeling of a flushed blush rising upon her cheeks....she fans her face frantically and remembers she really has to keep her feelings of things long dreamed of far from her thoughts.
Taking out a quill an dipping it in the brown ink...she carefullly writes with contolled emotion... but with big curls and turns of the quills pen.. creating a note that is more a work of art than of substance.
TEXTMi Lord ...(scribbles that out...tears up the parchment and writes again)
Dear Sir Joseph :
Tis with great pleasure that I too, as well as the rest of the Land of the Windstormers, gladly Welcome Thee to thy home. I am most joyous to have a grand knight such as thee become one with us. I hope thee forgive me for being so tardy in this note of Joy, but I must admit that mi paintings have kept me away for some time, however, my commissions are done for the time being so that I might be able to endulge in some pastime with thee and all mi family.
OH I am filled with Joy to hear of thy return!!
JOYfully,
Lady Laurestina
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Post by Sir Joseph on Feb 10, 2004 12:23:22 GMT -5
Smiling as I read the hand delivered missives... Taking a quill, dipping it in the ink botle... begins te scribe a reply, addressing each scroll in the order of arrival... smiling as he scribes.
Lady Dream, tis nae facetious words I speak forth, but observations of ye loveliness. as I aves spoken afore, Robin be a verra lucky man. Sir Robin, I thanks ye fer thy kind acceptance...
Sinold...ye aves so much te learn abouts Knighthood, and aye, ye be correct, I shall elevate the bar fer ye, nae out of reach, but high enough so ye strives te enlighten yeself te the gentlemanly ways of Knighthood.
Smiles as I unroll the nexy missive, smiling as I note the signature at the bottom, moving mah eyes upward, beginning te read.. the smile continues... scribing a reply... Shaina, mah good freind, ye speaks kind werds that please mah ears, thank ye mah friend... trouble ye speaks? Meself? nae! surely ye jests?
Unrolling the next scroll, taking a breath, pleased by the sweet fragrant scent encompassed within the scroll. A smile coerced from es lips by the signature... whispering the name.. Laurestina. the smile widens. tis nae a need fer apologizing, m'lady, I be honored, and so look forward to enjoying the pleasantries of ye companionship. *slyly grins, wonderins ow I aves the capabilities te produce that demure blush on ye softly textured cheeks as they blaze in crimson? perhaps it be from a long tyme past when she seens me without mah britches? Striking the thought from es mind..Continuing with the missive... M'lady Laurestina, I opes ye commisions ave been hefty and soon ye shall grace mah eyes, allowing m'orbs te behold ye loveliness..
Rolling up the scrolls, one by one.. dripping wax on the two edges, then pressing mah ring inte the wax. handing the scrolls te mah most trusted messenger. take these te mah family, donnae be stoppins at pubs, donnae be goofins off, and most importantly iffen I hears ye stopped at a brothel I shall aves ye ead! watches as he frowns dissapointedly, leaves the room and rides off...
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Post by Lady Laurestina on Feb 11, 2004 2:07:59 GMT -5
Awaking a bit later than panned, walking though the main hall and seeing a sealed, hand stamped missive addressed to many... hesitating before opening it...and recognizing the bold, macucline penmanship, there is no doubth than the racing of mi heart once again is due to some kind of disoder when it comes to this certain scent ... the words... the very thought of the known author of the missive.
As her eyes slowing embrace each word, and many times she finds herself reading each sentence feeling the sweet bliss of a this rarely felt emotion, and the raging blood screaming though each blood vessel...
Finding herself speaking out loud...."Catching thee with thy pants down aye MI Lord....." chokes at the very memory of that sight...* covers her mouth and tries to restrain her laughter* but can nae, now realizing how much she has missed the company of men, mainly her adopted brothers... she can nae wait to see Sir Joseph again soon, there be somuch she wishes to discuss with him...
After some tea and bisquits she has every intention of presparing winter foliage arrangements for the rooms of the castle and special little bouquets for all the chambers. She skips over joyfully to the kitchen and prepares to spend the day making the castle a little more fesive in view of an upcoming very special weekend..or so she is hoping!
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Congratulations, good Knight! WindStorm is MOST fortunate to have snared thee! 
