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Posted by: Aaediwen 14-Jan-2008, 07:01 PM
Across the prarie sea, the winds dance, carrying the rains from the distant sea and sprinkling their life giving moisture over the small town of fearbris. The townsolk dart around trying to race the weather and get their chores done without getting wet.

Posted by: Aaediwen 14-Jan-2008, 07:06 PM
Muttering under his breath, a young lad, in his late teens pulls his cloak up tight around him to ward off the rain as he darts through the streets. "Dad'll have my hide if these papers get ruined in the rain!". he thought.


Posted by: oldraven 16-Jan-2008, 09:47 AM
Nathan wanted nothing more than to strip off all of his water-proof clothing and head back for bed. But there were things to do, friends to meet, and events to.... organise.

Posted by: leenie 16-Jan-2008, 07:32 PM
Young Lisbeth hurries through the streets, aware that she is running out of time. "Oh why did I tarry so long." she thought. " Now it's going to storm and I'll never be able to explain how my gown became so wet." she muttered as she tore around the corner and into another figure hurrying the other way.

With a startled yelp, Lisbeth falls backward and lands in a large puddle, while several papers flutter down around her.

She gives the hapless young man a glare and in a huffy voice says, "well are you going to help me up or just stand there all day looking at me."

Posted by: Aaediwen 16-Jan-2008, 07:53 PM
YIPE!!!! *THUD* *SPLAT*
"Ohh, I'm in for it now! Father's gonna kill me!"

Looking around while trying to collect the papers he'd dropped, Aldrin saw the person he had run in to. A rather frusterated, yet attactive young lady was half glaring at him from across a muddy puddle of water. He nearly dropped the papers again.

Now standing and reaching to help her up, he tries to appologize, "Ohh my, miss! I'm so sorry! I really should watch more where I am going. How clumsy of me. Here, let me help you to your feet."

Posted by: oldraven 17-Jan-2008, 07:47 AM
Nathan, head shrouded in his oiled leather hood, pushed out the door and up the street, pausing only to close the lock and give it a firm tug. He was the only one on the row who owned a lock, which some said was more an invitation for thieves than none at all. He'd take the risk, though. It was a crowded enough neighbourhood to bring torches at the sound of a splintering door.

As he rounded the corner and passed through the alleyway, he heard voices on the adjoining street. Instinctively, Nathan placed his hand on the book satchel hanging at his waist.

They could just as easily be heading to the same place you are. He thought to himself. Realising he was skulking in the shadows, he shook himself and stepped out, chin up and grinning to show no secrecy. Good day to you. I pray The Mist pushes off before long. He said, placing his thumb in his left pocket. Cursing The Mist was a common greeting on such days, but the thumb was a subtle thing known by few as a call to unknown Friends. If they were indeed on the way to the same place, he would know quickly enough.

Posted by: leenie 17-Jan-2008, 09:19 AM
Accepting the hand of the young man, Lisbeth rises to her feet and stares in dismay at her cloak and gown.

"Whatever will I do now ? she thinks. "I'll be punished for sure this time."

Finally jolted out of her thoughts by the fumbling of the young man as he is trying to brush muddy water from her cloak, she whirls around and stomps off down the street.

Hearing footsteps from behind, she glances back to see the young man following.

"Why pray tell are you following me?" asks Lisbeth. Knowing every second wasted is putting her more at risk.

The young man just points toward Lisbeth's feet. Looking down she sees that she has one of his papers stuck to her boot. Sighing, she bends and removes the paper which has some very interesting markings upon it.

Handing it to the young man, she once again starts toward home.

Posted by: oldraven 17-Jan-2008, 11:10 AM
The girl in the soiled gown is a determined one., Nathan thought to himself. It's as though she hadn't seen me at all. She was obviously not a Friend, but the symbols he caught in a glance at the young man's soaked papers showed that he carried documents far too sensitive for such a careless public display.

He watched the young lady storm off a little longer than intended, cleared his throat, and asked the fellow, Do you need some help with those pages, young man? Nathan stooped and picked up a sheet of particular interest. You wouldn't want to ruin texts with such apparent age.

Posted by: Aaediwen 17-Jan-2008, 10:46 PM
"Thank you, sir!"

Gathering the last of the papers from the stranger and from the ground, Aldrin quickly darts under an awning while streightening out the papers and attempting to check that they are all accounted for.

Thanking the stranger again, he darts on home.




After enduring quite a bit of ranting, including something about the local lord, extra taxes, and sharp blades, Aldrin finally escaped to some small measure of solitude in his own small room in the loft of the modest home he shared with his father. His mother had died some years earlier giving birth to his stillborn sister, Ever since then his father had been so enveloped in his work that the only way that Aldrin could find time to even talk to him had been by taking what amounted to a apprenticeship with the ragged old mage. Not quite his first choice, to be running errands, but it was better than the alternative, he figured. As he sat gazing out the window at new swords at a smithy's shop across the way.

Posted by: leenie 18-Jan-2008, 08:08 AM
At last Lisbeth comes to the house she has been hurrying toward. Now to just get inside without anyone seeing the condition of her dress. Scurrying around to the servants entrance, she slowly opens the door and peeks inside. No one in sight...now to just get up the stairs and into her room....

" Lisbeth! What have you done to yourself?" a voice asks. Cringing Lisbeth turns and sees Cook in the dark corner by the fireplace. "I just got caught out at the shops a little longer than I thought I would be and the rain started before I could get home" she told the old woman. Raising an eyebrow, the old woman just looked at Lisbeth. "I'll just go to my room now and change before dinner" Lisbeth said inching toward the back stairs.

Racing up the stairs, she knew that the old woman wouldn't say anything to her father, because as stern as she looked, the old woman was like a second mother to her. Since her mother had died of a fever 10 years before, the old woman had practically raised Lisbeth. Her father was always too busy with the estate and his duties to pay her much mind. Unless she did something to displease him, which would happen today if she were caught.

She thought again of the young man she had ran into on the street. Having time to think about it now she realized what a handsome young man he was and wondered what he was doing with the papers.

Posted by: oldraven 18-Jan-2008, 09:07 AM
A courteous fellow, I'll give him that, if not entirely cautious. Nathan mused. *BONG* He started, at the loud clang from the bell tower up the row. Had he lost that much time picking papers? And what papers. He nearly followed the boy to his destination, in an attempt to find out who had such documents in their possession, but previous engagements had his time wrapped up.

Whilst he walked, he thought about the thumb gesture. I'm a fool. Two children in an alley, and I question their alliances. I'd be better for asking a dog the Path to Shangrei. He was doubtlessly becoming more paranoid by the day. He entered a bakery on Shepherd's Crossing, and with a nod to the clerk headed for the hallway at the back. The hall went from left to right, Nathan taking the latter, and had the odd door to a store room and ovens. But his destination was the far wall. There was the familiar crack in the plaster, and reaching his left thumb into the hole, he pressed down on the hidden latch, giving a positive clunk. The wall gave a lurch and swung toward him, revealing a heavy wooden door behind. It opened into another alley, but this alley had no beginning and no end. It was a forgotten space between several buildings, that had been closed off from the streets long before anyone could remember. There were no windows overlooking the alley either, and this was one of only two doors. Pulling the passage closed behind him, Nathan quietly padded down the path to the plain wood door with a viewing slot. He simply waited at the door for the keeper to appear behind the port. No words were exchanged. The keeper stared out while Nathan raised his left thumb, revealing one solitary spot in the centre of the pad. With a nod, the man stepped back and opened the way for his entry.

The small room beyond, hardly big enough for the two of them, had a musty smell mixed with the odour wafting from the keeper, and the door beyond bore the symbol of a feather spearing a hand. He opened the door and walked in, pulling his cowl back and shaking his head. The thirteen people sitting at the table were deep in discussion, hardly noticing his entry but one. Friend Nathan! Dragging your heels in The Mist again, I see. The stout man, wearing a false scowl with hints of a smirk at the corners of his mouth, pointed at him with an ornately carved wooden feather. Come and sit. We have no time for a formal introduction. You know some by name, but you will have to learn the rest as we go along. Motioning to a chair to his left, he waited for Nathan to take his place and do his part.

Nathan untied the satchel and produced a wood-bound text and laid it on the table near the centre for all to see the symbol mimicking the door through which he entered. Gasps and murmurs filled the small but well lit room. Yes, it has been found.

Posted by: Cookie Mans Wife 19-Jan-2008, 05:04 PM
Traveling is so tedious when it's raining, Aaralyn thinks to herself. Weary and hungry from the days travels, she wanders into the town to rest. As she walks through the town she sees only one person who is cloaked and hunched over to protect themselves from the downpour. Looking around, she stumbles onto the inn/pub. "I hope these are friendly types", she mutters to herself before opening the door.

Posted by: oldraven 21-Jan-2008, 03:36 PM
~He has brought it this far. I think that proves his worth in the task we're faced with.~ The words still rang in his head. They didn't exude much confidence in Nathan, but they were enough to quell the rise of voices in the small meeting room.

The instructions were vague too. He was to gather what belongings he needed for the journey, and wait. There was no mention of when or where he would be taking the book, or to whom. The book was not opened, of course. That would be far to much of a risk so early on. The Key was there, but all agreed that it should be left alone. They all had to agree. It was entrusted to Kafhin by a unanimous vote of the Friends Council nearly 40 years before, and the choice was ultimately his. A strange circumstance, given the nature of the organisation.

Nathan finally returned to his home, being the sixth to leave the Council. They could not all be seen leaving the same Bakery at the same time, so they spaced their departures and their order at random, using a gadget made just for such a purpose. It was made, as most things involved with the group seem to be, at an unknown time by an unknown associate. By the time he slipped the key into the lock, the sun was nearly on its' return. He slept uneasily, with the satchel under his arm, and his dreams flashed glyphs and tossed papers until waking.

Posted by: Cookie Mans Wife 23-Jan-2008, 01:05 PM
Aaralyn pushes the door open to the pub and was greeted with the sounds of chatter and music playing in the background. There were quite a few people gathered inside, some playing cards, others gathered around the bar toasting friends and championships alike and some keeping to themselves, staring into their drinks as though they were having quiet conversations that only they could hear. Aaralyn approached the bar still cloaked, to order food and drink. Other's notice the newcomer to their pub...they see a woman, roughly 29 years of age, about 5'5", with piercing blue eyes, very pale skin and wisps of blond hair escaping from her hood. Some stare while others take a look and go back to what they were doing.

The bartender asks "What can I get ye?" " I would like a pint of ale, and a bowl of your stew with some bread, please" says Aaralyn. She pays the bartender and heads over to the warm fireplace to sit and enjoy the warmth and fill her stomach. Still...others are paying close attention...... very close attention indeed...."Hopefully their just curious because I'm new around here", Aaralyn hopes....

Posted by: leenie 23-Jan-2008, 06:39 PM
Having made it safely to her room, Lisbeth takes a deep breath and tries to still her racing heart. Why oh why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't women do everything that men did? Lisbeth wished that her mother was still alive, perhaps she would understand the yearnings she felt in her heart.

Lisbeth walked over to the window and peered out at the dreary gardens stretched out behind the manor house. She knew that she was lucky indeed to be the daughter of a Lord, but she wanted so much more from life than to be a housewife for the rest of her days.

Her father had already hinted more than once that it was past time for her to wed, but she was sure that no one would understand her and besides she vowed to only wed for love.

Posted by: Aaediwen 23-Jan-2008, 07:17 PM
When Aldrin awoke, he was still half hanging off the end of the bed where he had fallen asleep gazing out the window. It was early morning, and the rains had ceased. The wet and muddy world outside, however, mixed with the wet air, told that the skies had not been quiet for long. As he went downstairs, "Aldrin! How do you ever plan to learn anything moping around? Here, take this list of herbs to the market. and be sure you get the right ones this time!!

Posted by: oldraven 25-Jan-2008, 01:07 PM
There was yet another letter of pardon to be written up, which had been rare until recent weeks, when the Magistrate had been summoned to the capitol. In his stead, a local Lord had been given the task of village affairs until his return, and that Lord had a tendency for leniency. It was a nice change, for Nathan, as it kept him in work. Executions and Imprisonment took no more than a note in a ledger kept by the Magistrate, but a Pardon required the drafting of multiple documents. One for the Pardoned, another for the Magistrate's records, and another for the King's Library. The sheer number of people absolved in this village in such a short period of time was sure to bring raised eyebrows when the letters arrived at the Palace, where they were relayed to the King himself before being stored in the great Library. The blank page awaited his quill and its master's scribbles. This was a town with few literate souls, but more than most. Even still, his knowledge of Court Documentation gave him a distinct advantage when being considered for such works.

Today he was scribing the freedom of a Farmhand who had been caught by his employer smuggling produce to a number of exiles. Two days prior, there was the release of a man who had become aggressive with a soldier. Rumours said he was fairly drunk at the time, and was retaliating to jeers from the soldiers, whom the man claimed had been dis-honouring his sister. It was Nathan's job to portray these people as victims of circumstance and misinformation. If stated as Thievery or Attacks on Soldiers, the King would no doubt have the charges reinstated, leaving his ability with wordplay a crucial factor.

This work, of course, was Nathan's means of keeping himself fed and beyond public scrutiny. It was mindless work, to him, and was of little interest, compared to the texts he typically had under his nose. His research for the Friends took up much of his time and nearly all of his skills. However, his passions lie in technical work.

He had spent years seeking out and documenting any form of contraption. His obsession with mechianix had taken him to all sorts of far reaching places in his short life of 33 years. The shores of Banta D'Rassa, the forests of Feistabonn, even the reeking sulphur pits of Durohn. Any device, no matter how simple, was of great importance to him, even if it consisted of a simple solitary axis. What he could not acquire for himself, he would spend days staring at, and sketching in his journal.

But today, he would simply finish the three letters and carry them to the Lord's residence. A little more than an hour's work produced three identical pages, which would be examined, signed, and sealed before the third was sent by horse to the Capitol. Nathan stood, stretched with many quiet cracking sounds, and slid the papers into his satchel. He went nowhere without the satchel now; usually hidden beneath his overcoat. A nervous wave went over him as he brushed his hand against the smooth wood and leather binding inside. And wait I must.

He stepped out the door, and moved along quickly to his destination, forgetting altogether about the lock.

Posted by: leenie 27-Jan-2008, 10:18 AM
Struggling to sit up in bed, Lisbeth comes awake with a jolt. Remembering that her father had invited several influential people over for tonight's meal, she groaned...knowing it would be her responsibility to oversee the ordeal and act as hostess as the lady of the house.
Throwing herself backwards into the pillows , she sighed, knowing she couldn't get out of doing it. She only hoped that her father hadn't invited any young men with which he hoped she would make a connection.
The men her father had paraded in front of her were all well respected, honorable men but as dull as milk toast. Lisbeth often wondered if she would ever find the kind of man of which she often dreamed.
Since she had escaped to her lessons yesterday, it would be too dangerous to try again today. Right now she would give anything for the freedom she loved, instead of this deadly boring dinner.

No help for it, she must get up and go about her duties as much as she wished it wasn't so.........

Posted by: oldraven 31-Jan-2008, 09:09 AM
Nathan had made no stops on his way to the Lord's Hall. He had planned to make an appearance at the Melbin-Thyne frolic that evening, so his afternoon was to be spent gathering budding heather twigs and preparing his mask. The lane winding up the hill was a taxing one on foot, and fairly long, with smooth polished coble that was a hazard in the wet. The Mist had drifted off in the early morning, but the village was still covered in its wake.

He ascended the steps and hammered the iron knocker down three times, as was custom. The door was answered by the stern Cook, who ushered him in to take a seat and wait for instruction. Cook had seen Nathan, and greeted him at this very door a few times over the years, but she never seemed to make much of an effort to remember him. He always had to state his business upon entry, and she always asked to see the documents before showing him to a seat and trotting off to inform the Lord of the Hall, who would send for Nathan directly, or simply have a servant retrieve the delivery.

It was then that the young lady he had come upon by the alley yesterday came around the corner and passed nearly by without seeing him at all, again. Standing, with a short bow, Nathan said, Well, if it isn't the young lady in the puddle. How do you do this fine day, miss? I'm glad to say The Mist did indeed clear off before long.

Posted by: leenie 31-Jan-2008, 06:28 PM
As she hurried down the hall, her mind on the days chores, Lisbeth was startled by a nearby voice. Turning she saw a large man holding a satchel seated in the entry hall.
When what he had said registered in her mind, Lisbeth's mouth dropped open. Who was this man and how did he know about her mishap yesterday?
Regaining her composure, Lisbeth walked toward the man and said "Pardon me but I don't believe I know you."
Awaiting an answer, Lisbeth stared at the stranger, trying to figure out how he knew. After making it safely to her room yesterday, was her secret about to be exposed by him?

Posted by: oldraven 01-Feb-2008, 08:35 AM
Oh, my.. this isn't a servant at all. Nathan felt the sweat creeping to the surface when he realised the girl he so casually addressed was indeed a Lady of the house. Surprising, because he was under the impression that the Lord had no wife, let alone one so young. He quickly lowered his bow to a more fitting degree, and said, Forgive me my Lady. I did not mean to speak out of propriety. Straightening, but attempting not to tower over the girl, he added an explanation. Yesterday, by the alley, I was mere seconds away from making your incident yesterday a three way collision. I guess I was right in thinking you hadn't seen me at all. Again, please forgive my loose candour. Nathan wasn't so sure wordplay would help him here.

Posted by: leenie 01-Feb-2008, 07:31 PM
Lisbeth was so relieved that for a moment she was afraid she had heaved a sigh of relief out loud.... he was just a stranger who happened to be on the street yesterday and unfortunately had seen the accident between her and the young man. Surely he was here on business with her father. "No harm done sir for yesterday I was so lost in thought that I'm afraid it was I who caused the accident" Lisbeth said "Are you waiting to speak to my Father?"
Before the man could answer, Edith the Cook entered the hall and called to him to follow her.
Taking one last look over her shoulder, Lisbeth went on to the kitchen in search of something to break her fast.

Posted by: jime307 18-May-2008, 06:47 PM
The Hooves of his horse thundered against the ground as Hugh rode into the small town.
The young knight looked about as he slowed his horse to a walk. Many townsfolk looked at him as he rode deeper into the town. He asked a man wandering about where the best place to stay was, and just where was he? He rode to the Inn, this was just the town he was looking for. He would request a meeting with the Lord the next day however.

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