Highlander Castle, architectural RPG
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oldraven |
Posted: 23-Sep-2004, 08:12 AM
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The Protector of the Unknown
Group: Scotland
Posts: 3,316
Joined: 20-Oct-2003
Zodiac: Hazel
Realm: Guysborough Co., Nova Scotia
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((Labban))
Aye. Sounds good to me, Highlander! Who's got the other flasks? Mac? Aaed? Labban rusltes around in his pack for his pipe to find he's been hording all three this whole time. Oops. Forgive my greed. He tosses one to Mac, and another to the Highlander. Since I found you, I guess we'll have to share, Donnchadh. For now you can keep it though. I'll haul on my pipe for a while.
Labban knew he didn't stand a chance of staying up the night drinking with the three highlanders. He wondered which would cave first.
After sparingly packing the bowl, for he was running low, the librarian pulled away. Within minutes the three kilted men were barking out strange curses and laughing like jolly bears. Inspiration found him, and he spoke up. Well, we can't celebrate the finding of new friends and reunion with old without song!
Then let's have it! he heard someone bellar, who'm he guessed was the Highlander. Their voices were starting to blend now. As Donnchadh kept on with his thick brogue, the other two, who had been toning it down to not confuse their foreign companions along the way, chimed in as though they were sitting round a fire with their own clansmen. Labban rather enjoyed it.
He pulled out the lyre and picked a simple lick. Nothing fancy this evening. We wasn't in the mood for any more strange happenings. He played an old favorite, and the three men sang in chorus. (surprisingly well, actually) As he played on through the night, he joined the three men in thier drink, and even shared his pipe with those that would.
Though time and time again, he swore he could see the Raven standing nearby, watching his every move. When he did finally catch it in his gaze, he could see a drop of blood dried on his beak, and the feathers on his breast looked wet. Black, when wet, remains black, but he knew what stained the bird.
He felt the urge, time and time again, to pull a new lick, or a different run. As he did, the raven would open his maw, baring the wound. But he shook it off. He refused to give in. So he played, and he played, and eventually he sang. And when the fog in his head became too heavy to see his fingers, he put the lyre away and simply sang with the camp.
Labban was getting dizzy, but was having far too much fun to care.
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Caw "I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic." -Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture) We need more Stan Rogers. jams
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oldraven |
Posted: 28-Oct-2004, 08:39 AM
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The Protector of the Unknown
Group: Scotland
Posts: 3,316
Joined: 20-Oct-2003
Zodiac: Hazel
Realm: Guysborough Co., Nova Scotia
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((Labban))
Labban stares at the bird and quietly answers the man. I couldn't tell you. Raawin seems to know. The foul bit me too. There was no answer, and when Labban looked up, he found the Highlander gone.
Hey, has anyone seen my staff? I only set it down for a minute. Who was watching the camp this whole time? Labban thought back to MacErca's warnings on the day he was given the gift. 'Don't let it out of your sight'. Well, now I've gone and done just that. He searched frantically for the rod, but it had up and vanished. No one saw anyone come or go. He trusted his group wouldn't have taken it, and this new fullow was with him when it went missing. Labban left the camp and started looking about for any sign of an intruder in the forest, or a trail they may have left.
After a moment he did find a set of footprints. They were fairly large, about the same as his own, but sunk much farther into the soft earth of the Faerie wood. He was either a large man or one laden down with armour and weaponry. As he quickened his pace he ran straight into someone, head down and feet foreward. After landing on the ground with a heavy thud, Labban looked up at the Highlander, who was again laughing. Are you lost, lad?
Labban got to his feet and tried to flush the red from his cheeks. No, but I did loose something. My staff has gone missing. You haven't found anything out here that would give sign of a thief, have you?
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