The Journey Forward *Closed*

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Far from the shores of Turas Lan, upon the newly refitted flagship, The Highland Duchess... Adam and Beathag, the Duke and Duchess of Skye, are sailing to Aberdeenshire... the reason for the visit is tri-fold: reasons being the Scottish split of north and south... the visiting of personal lives past... and to search for pieces of their youth, which would provide historical background for them to formulate the future...

Plus, Eirian Apollous spoke to Adam about certain things that could come to pass, if conditions were right... now all his, and her, hopes and dreams bundled upon a sail...

Aberdeen…. The name of the ruling family was derived from the city of the same name. Aberdeen. It evoked command, power, controversy. Once? All it evoked were sailing ships and steel by the generation moor's green eyes looked out on the moors through a curtain of wild-childe's wayward gold hair. The hammer rung out, the carving stilus slipped in to hollow the wood. Deep in the long house echoed the last remnants of a past foretold in something beginning, "In the days o' yore..."

A Land Divided….. The Lords and Kings refused to give up their lust for power; save those who signed with Adam’s views – Northern representatives of Scotland, France and Aquitaine, the Norway and Sweden Kingdoms, the Dutch, Germanic Empire, the Grand Duchy of Lithuania, the Bulgarian Empire, and the Serbian Empire.

Those who opposed – Southern representatives of Scotland, England, the Castille and Aragon Kingdoms, Italia and the Papal States, amongst a multitude of others smaller aristocracies.

The assembly, met in Norway, is where the Southern Representatives of the Scottish realm walked out. The days to follow would find a split Scotland… one of the North and one of the South. Northern Scotland had vowed to support Skye and her ways to the future. Southern Scotland would side with the old ways, and England.

The North would settle her government in Aberdeen under Robert the Bruce… the South in Glasgow, under the influence of the English King’s Lord Advisor on Western Affairs, currently held by Lord William Maubrey. A treaty was signed between Scotland of the North and Skye.

Lies!! A whole youth full of lies… His Father had denied him of the background that destiny would now reveal. He knew little of his Mother, save the memories that would flash into his mind… broken shards of a rich past denied by man’s greed… or jealousy.

He had been convinced that little of his Scot background meant anything, but according to the tapestries upon the Castle walls, he was inherently more involved in Scottish history than he was led to believe. No wonder his Father was hell-bent on being Lord of Scotland.

The words of an old man - “Why MacRauri was the son of a king you know… there used to be an Isle King once before only a Lord… but they swore fealty to Scotland yes.. You are the harper's child, the bard's child, the changeling child...where is your friend the quiet boy… where is he now? Did he come back, did he come home? Davena and Murieall were fond of the children playing, do nay let them stray past dark! All of them cousins by a marriage or arrangement you see...family! Davena wanted Murieall to come to England but her husband would not allow it so no no..no no..not if the Bruce had a thing to say too. no no.."

Murieall of Aberdeenshire…. The great harp of the Solarium, too, was depicting, but covered in the bygone crystal and gold her mother had once spoken of. Names went in a circle round of those she had served as a harper, bard, counselor, friend. Beyond that was another woman... recognized as an aunt from childhood, or so called, but here appearing as the wife of the lordship the harper was in service to. The lord, a Norwegian Scottsman, held hands with the pair of women.

Lives of the past, by fate and myth, reunited….. The young lad, let loose his thumb, the smooth stone marble rolled into the bunch of others… “Ah got ye Beth… now ye only up by 3…” the lad exclaimed… He could not pronounce Beathag, so Beth was all he could muster. Swiping the darkening hair from his eyes, he takes aim again. The marbles bounce outside the ring and he reaches to collect them. The golden-haired girl snarls at him then pushes him back… “De bae mine, nay yers… twas mae turn…” The older golden haired boy laughs… “Beathag, de bae Adam’s… dun go pushin’ ‘im… dun be cross with 'em. He really did best ye now come on, beh a nice lady 'bout it. We're visitin' Lady Davena n' ye can nay beh actin' as wild as yeh dae in Aberdeenshire.."

She huffed and gave a distinct arch of eyebrow that was said to be an attribute from her father as the face melded in to more expressions than any one face should have been allowed to make. Brycean could see the storm quieting on his little sister's face as she at last relented. Thank goodness! If she got the motivation than the poor little boy would have met with his sister's fury. Hell, even he knew when not to pick on her! "A lady does nay start nothin', tha's what his Mama says but ye sure as anythin' bet I finished it!" Wry little grin on a wry little imp before she laughed, "a'ight, Adam ye can have 'em n' I'm sorra. Maybe next time we play dry bones. Tis a dice game Papa learned from the sailors.." she whispered "I play it with m'sister n' brothers n' gets lots o' wot..but won't nay play ye fer nuffin big, just some sweets cook'll give us aye?" Gambling! Adam's face blinked as he recalled somewhere that it was a sin, along with whoring and not listening to your Mama, but Beathag had already taken his hand so he was comitted..that, and they always had such fun! Maybe cook would even let them play in the pantry again…..

Now the pair sail forth to Aberdeenshire in search of something old, something new...

Ignia Ferroque: The carriage halted, and Adam stepped out... allowing Aodhan to jump out and run to the gangplank... holding out one hand, he smiles... "M'luv, nae need tae hesitate naew... The Duchess is all prepped and ready tae sail... We are final'y gaein... dun get cold feet naew..."

SetInHerWay: [i] "Ifn' I came this far I shall gae all the way about,"[/i] she took hold of Adam's hand to take the first few steps toward the rest of her life. A gang plank to a beloved ship would promise a few days of blessed freedom before weeks of possible angst.[/color]

Captain Baron: Captain Baron stood at the top of the gangplank, his uniform of black and gold fresh... waited until the royalty party would ascend the plank... First was Aodhan who Baron saluted first, and the lad, snapped a crisp salute of his own... which made the Captain smile...

SetInHerWay: "Captain Baron, thank ye for tendin us on this journey. Ye dae m'ship proud," the rigging was tight, the sails unfurled crisp as the uniform on the man's body. Beathag kissed Adam's hand and her trepidation turned to the delight o fa child no larger than Aodhan. Why? The Duchess had come home to the Duchess. Home to the sea.

Captain Baron: The Captain stood by and saluted as the royal pair crossed onto the ship's deck.... "Pure pleasure tae have yae aboard M'Lady... The Duchess is fit for sea and ready faer anythin'..." Truly the Duchess was almost brand new... Adam had spared none for the pride of the Skye fleet.... and three more sister ships were already at sea battling for free Ulster... Now Captain Baron, the proud ship's master, was sailing the pride of Skye to return his former Captain to her homeland...and to sail into Aberdeen on a ship like none had seen before...

Ignia Ferroque:Adam smiled and nodded to the Captain... "Well done M'Lord Captain... she looks grand... let's pray for fare sailing..." Then he looked at Bess... "M'luv, lemme show ye below..."

SetInHerWay: "Oh, Adam.." she began with hardly recognizing the deck save for the places she had marked on her own, The knotwork had given way to other allowances, no expenses spared. Stem, stern, all across the hull! The sails, the multiple masts...she nearly tripped down the steps from one deck to the next! "Dae ye like it mumma?" Beathag was like a child with a coin and not knowing what to purchase! Did she look at the steering column, the rudder? Did she interrogate the crew to learn how they liked posistions, what was hated? "This is goin' tae take us tae Aberdeen aye? Wot the 'ell did ye dae tae m'boat, she's lovely!" For the first time in weeks a moment of solid, unadulterated bliss filled her as she piloted herself into Adam's arms; he had to run about with her to keep her aloft as she almost pulled him along! "Aye, tay etake me below I want tae see it all!"

Ignia Ferroque: Adam smiled as Aodhan had been with him several times to survey her work... but this was the first since Bess had seen her... He would heft her in his arms, and the crew would begin to hail three cheers for the Lady... Adam chuckled and then took her hand firmly and led her down to the gun decks... 18-pounders lined in a row, 22 on each side... he allowed her time to inspect the new hardware... then he took her to the Captains galley, then to the quarters... it would make her head spin to see her books upon shelves, ready for her perusal... on the desk, was the log of the Highland Duchess... Adam stood by and let her roam around the quarters... then he laughs, taking her hand, leading her down some stairs to the larger galley, and men's hammock lair... and down even further to the hold... where he showed her the new brace and block sets and bilge pumps... "State of the art... she is sea ready and dare any tae try tae stop her..." Adam had given the orders once the royal family and her Lady in waiting were aboard, he was to set sail... it was while they were below, that the grinding of the anchor chain and the clank of the new rudder could be heard - and seen - below decks.

SetInHerWay: Beathag went round and round and round again! She went up and down, only to sit in her old chair at the refurbished mahogany desk that had once been her life's work to run a business from the waves. She hugged that log as if hugging an old friend before looking to the shelves. The cheers of men still rang high as the boat began to make way for open water. "Ye have done all this, when?" She whispered, Aodhan was busy playing with the first mate, learning the ways again his mother had engrained in his infancy. "How did ye manage n' right beneath m'nose. Had nay idea ye were makin' her sae grand."

Ignia Ferroque: "Twas nae easy, with yer nose'n around all the time... Sae Ah had Baron take her tae Outer Hebrides, tae a Loch we selected... all twas dun there... O'course, sea trials were a bit sticky with the Ulster situation, and nay forget Eight Gazes is still about..." then he paused, his hand rubbing his chin... then he smirks at her... "Naew imagine 3 more like her..." he pats the bilge pump... then he laughs... "Nae the pump Ah mean... three more like the Duchess..." Adam starts laughing... "All paid wit Ainglish finances Ah might add... ev'n got a new Ainglish ship o'battle...de Excelsior... fine specimen, but nae like the Duchess...”

Later that day....

SetInHerWay: "Rock thy boat, the sea a pillow for ye weary' head. O'er the sea...o'er the sea. O'er the sea to Skye." One day the words of a humble old lullaby would be used to talk of a woman baring the baby named Bonnie Prince Charlie over the same water that now was being skimmed o'er like a vibration of sound over crystal. Clear water lept up to spleash the sides of the Highland Duchess as she curved 'round to Rona, little green jewel among many islands in the Hebrides before going on to Aberdeen. They had a few days yet to spare on tour and it was used to see the world as it ought be seen. Open in any direction. Beathag rocked Aodhan against her chest for his afternoon nap, much as she had done not but a few years before, "The wind a blanket n' sea pillow, ship is a bed… the ship is abed." [/i]Pieces of verse were strung together as the powerful hand through thick hair, the scent of his mother's skin was enough to have him holding her in his dreams in no time. One foot lazily pushed the hammock back and forth until she lifted it, content.[/color]

Ignia Ferroque: Adam had just returned to the cabin from discussion things with Captain Baron... He smiled as he saw Bess with Aodhan, more peaceful than he had seen her of late... He whispered... "Sing it luv... he doth luv it sae..." then he sat down at the heavy desk...

SetInHerWay: "She carried the baby in a boat cross the sea, from the isles, from the isles, from the isles. She carried he babe sae people might be free…" Her Golden hair alight in sunlight, a'dangling down near the decks through the nets strung taught to support the weight of a body gone into supine recline. Green eyes seemed neither torchured or tormented, her brow unfurrowed for once in a great while.

Ignia Ferroque: Then in a soft baritone voice he began to continue the melody... "To the isles, to the isles, to the isles, sae they shall always bae free... she bore the babe for freedom's sake..." then he made entries into the log of the Duchess...

SetInHerWay: "For freedom's sake to me. From many an enemy n' foe, o'er the sea where the people were weary. O'er the sea as they fell in their toils. O'er the sea where we sleep through the night, o'er the sea to Skye Isle." Aodhan's breathing was a steady stream of rumbling sound now as she looked down to Adam. He was hunkered down with the log book as he wrote himself a manifesto for the floating empire. "Tis been long since I 'eld him so, or sat with ye sae long..."

Ignia Ferroque: Looking from the book... smiling at her, his sea-green eyes sparkling... "Faer yae m'luv... all faer yae and Aodhan... and if it pleases the gods... one o'our own..." he looks down and writes, then looks back at her pointing the quill... "Dun say a word, yae told mae afore... but yae be sae negative... think positive... people told mae Skye was a waste o'time... but we dun it..." then he looks back at his book and writes.

SetInHerWay: "Och now man ye put forth ye eggs with nary a basket tae catch 'em n' the horse afore the cart. There's only peace now, nay malice o' spirit. The sea is healin' for it can take all your burden n' return somewot better." She tapped the end of his quill, leaning over to take a curl away from the gaze of his eyes, the infinite ocean she might sail at her own pleasure. "Nay one believed Skye was waste o' time or they ne'e rwould 'ave put ye hence, tis the rest o' ye dim witted campagains," she jested, kissing his cheek before he could take offence and soothe them with remedy of praise, "Tha' are wonderful now. Ye've dune sae much this year, the Griffin Year, n' tis nearly half done. By the Yuletide they shall laud ye long for the turn o' the Christian year."

Ignia Ferroque: Pushing back in the chair after the kiss on the cheek, he pulls her in his lap. "Nay test me female, for we 'ave dun much o'late... and if'en mae seed can breed yae lass, then shall it bae dun... and this trip Ah think shall be fertile faer the both o'us..." patting her backside with a strong hand. "Och, laud mae? pppffft... Ah need nae lauds and salutations... all Ah want is mae family free... guarenteed... and building a country around them is the best way Ah knaew... securing a free future for all kin.. free... thats all dat matters..." then he looks to Aodhan, sleeping heavy... then smirks at Bess. "And Ah plan tae seed yae like the farmers dae a field lass... all the way tae Aberdeenshire... there... and back..." he laughs and slaps her arse.

SetInHerWay: "We 'ave country n' kith now, Adam, ye know I want tae tell ye tha' wot we 'ave is enough n'....ye needn' tpush sae hard." The ambition he felt to raise the Celtic powers on behalf of being seen as inferior was as strong as his father's want to subjucate and rule it all. Two different causes with two similiar personality sets. She saw the day and night differences but the borders between one realm and the next were easier to cross than he'd know. The hammock was pushed back as she rose, Aodhan draped over her shoulder as he spoke his wishes for seeing the soil in her belly. "Sweet'eart tis litte tae dae with your seed n' more tae dae with where ye are plantin' it." She laughed hard as her arse clenched against his offense, going to lay Aodhan down but turning around as thought crossed her mind. "I dun want ye tae blame yeself iffn' we have nay children Adam." Blunt but soft, she looked at the air of his determination to see what it was built on. "Tis little tae dae with ye n' much to do with wot me womb can or can nay accomplish."

Ignia Ferroque: Yes, the wants of the Father and Son were the same, though Adam would not admit it... but for different reasons... William had always wanted it for himself, shunning and degrading family along the way... but Adam, by his own admission, does it for his family... not himself. At her words... he stood up and laughed, then grabbed his manhood.,.. "Ah knaew it ain't me... this cannon be primed and loaded for baer... " he winks at her... "But sae yae knaew, Ah bae speakin o'yer womb... new life, new ways o'livin', a new ship... and the return to the old to put it all tae rest... then back home with more'n wew come wit..." he smiles and sits down.... "Ah gots all de faith one man kin have... and it took mae a while... but the words Eirian kept sayin... tis like she knows all along..." then he rubbed his chin reflecting back...

SetInHerWay: "Eirian knows a great many things but nay e'en a prophet's eyes see all but ripples in water, nay all come tae pass Adam. I 'ave a litle hope, I dae, but dun want tae see ye disappointed iffn life has other plans." She lectured him slighlty so he could be pragmatic with his enthusiasm, though sighed and admitted, "Though there i snothin I beh wantin more than tae see ye as I saw Eamonn, pon the trellace at blue castle, with his son n' daughter n' his arms."

Ignia Ferroque: Adam laughs... "Ah bae older than Eamonn by a few years... and the old war dog duz wimp under the bairins... and if'en the saints and gods allow us... then sae be it... if'en nay, then Aberdeenshire shall Ah lay it tae rest... ne'r tae speak o'it again..." then he wrote in the heavy book, then closed it with a thud... "Naew, in the morn, Ah got a surprise faer ye... Baron has orders for letting yae target practice wit the Duchess..." then he waited for her expression.

SetInHerWay: "Ye dae m'heart sae wel." If not their own. They couldn't take many more months of disappointment only to do it again to be beaten down with sadness. Tilting her head she'd listen to him go on further, then talk of target practice? How her face lit up at that!

Ignia Ferroque: “OH, sae yae like that idea eh? well, tis a new rudder yae have, and a new guns tae use... and new sails tae get use tae... so don't think yae will gae out and hit yaer mark the first time..." he laughed. “Tomorrow morn, t'will bae yaer day faer being Captain..." he sat back in the chair and propped up his feet... "That way, Baron and Ah kin get out laughs in..." It might test her abilities with the new modifications he had installed... all state-of-the-art equipment, for a ship like none before.

SetInHerWay: "Ye act as if I've ne'er sailed on a ship like the Ulster folk 'ave or have nay seen, the lastest. Indeed Ah have, but Ah be preferin' the ways on the grandfathers, though they did nay 'ave 22 guns n' cannons"

“The Highland Duchess” was full sail, the winds with her… Adam and Bess now was afforded something they had yearned, but were not allowed… time alone… to search their hearts, and memories for what ailed them… But, the trip for pleasure and family would soon be intermixed in politics yet unfolded… [/font][/size]

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

In the time before the depature of Beathag and Adam ahead of the others, there was a great storm that would keep many bound in and close for days. There was talk of the time ahead: of what one did, of what they couldn't do.

There was flaring of tempers, preservation of self. Mouths moved but ears did not hear.

How could they stand together if they acted so far apart?



Maahes: One could easily mistake the late afternoon for the fall of night as dark shadows stretched the land, and a gray sky seemed all to promising of disaster. Against the shores the waves pounded with the brash heavy beats of the ocean. It was a storm of wind. The gentle summer breeze turning into Autumn's promise of a harsh winter to follow. Inside the castle's walls the courtyard was busy with the securing of objects tossed about in the rush of air. Dirt swirled and lofted towards the sky stinging the eyes of many who passed across the courtyard. "Get those barrels secure!" Maahes's voice boomed as the wind carried his voice in a longer range then the raspy tone often allowed. The heavy plates of his armor were in no danger of the wind, but the red silk scarf that was a beloved reminder of his Avarian Queen had worked it's way free from under his chest plate. "And get those before God takes them." He barked at one man standing close to the banners that flew over the castle's walls. The wind was tearing at the fabric so hard their whipping cries promised a release and such a symbol would be lost. (d

Jack Flynn: The Irishman truly couldn't help the way he smiled and shook his head as the landsman rushed around to secure things from a storm. Fah! The landsman should be grateful, really! At least the very ground beneath their feet did not pitch, roll, and thrust down and up once again in the storm. Try such a feat as chasing barrels when the deck of a ship heaved, at times, straight down in to an angry sea only to pop back up like a cork. It was little fear that the*It was little doubt as to why the massive cannons on their rolling carriages were so secured in place, least they break free and crush limbs and mangle bodies as they rolled to and fro across the gunnery decks when a squaw came. As it was, the Irishman's only concession for the chill weather was a heavier coat for himself, and heavier clothing for Seanna. There was a smile as he bent down to say something to Seanna, his free hand raising to momentarily press his tricorn back down on his head. Seanna giggled at whatever Jack had said, her skirt swirling about her legs in the wind. Jack raised a hand in greeting to the Moorish general, while Seanna waved. She hadn't done that in a while. Not since her mother had died. (d)

Jack of All Trades: -=On the high walls of the castle, the stolid figure clad in the usual broad-brimmed hat and oilskin poncho stood facing into the wind. As a particularly strong gust blew past, callused hands slipped out from the folds of oilskin cloth that whipped and snapped about his legs to grasp the hat. Lifting it slightly, scarred fingers deftly untucked the length of a stampede strap and secured it. Facing out at the incoming storm, the burly figure seemed more to be waiting than preparing. His attention would only divert as the sound of Maahes' voice would carry to him over the howl of the wind.=- (d)

Beathag: "Lady, come inside! The wind is too high for ye!" The guardsmen said at the door of the castle. It opened, revealing the woman who rode harsher winds than this. "Wot is wind tae a Highlander? Tis naught but a breeze, man, naught but a breeze!" She yelled over the din of the whipping air carving out remembrance places in the stones of the old Norman walls. While many things of the castle had been given a new look for a new age, some things remain forever. The Highland Valkerye, The Nordic Celt. A child of conquerors and the conquered move with the same footfalls of the men moving rapidly to secure barrels, stable the horses, and usher in people to the safety of the doors, safe for the one who wanted to watch the sea churn. This was no weather for a child, yet here was Seanna, who Aodhan went over to with infinite rapture. "Lord Admiral, Lord General," she canted her head to Flynn and Azeim, "Come tae batten down the hatches n' see the Gods argue with one another? Tis good ye have, we might all speak on this m'last night with ye before the Lord and I go off intae tha' squall tae Scotland proper." (D)

Phillipe: Rain storms sand storms lighting storms Philippe had experience them all and time after time he had survive. rather he was on a ship, In the desert in the middle of the wilderness. But nevertheless it was amusing to watch the Muslin race around like a mad man howling and growling. That's what split the Templar's from normanl military men. When others had to be told what to do the Templar Knights just knew what to do. With his black cloak pulled tight and shoulder legenth chocalote locks blowing in the wind Philippe dismounted Orleans and was ushered inside with the rest of the group. (d)

Faeren: Just a few minutes the Bard had stepped out of her room in the castle, having left her windows open for some fresh air before this enraged wind blew in and when she returned her music stand by the window had been knocked down, and the sheets of music either scattered on the floor with it, or being whipped about in the air out the window. Rushing to the window's ledge she peered out of it that over looked the courtyard, seeing her latest composition being tossed around and taken up. Quite out of reach. "Bloody son of a..." And a number of inappropriate words began to stream from the red head's mouth. Spinning on her feet she picked up the hem of her sea green skirt and raced down the stairs, ready to sprint for the doors when she ran right into a guard in the company of Beathag and some others. She tried to push him aside to get to the door they were now securing. "But, but me music!..." Her brows pinched together, glancing out the window. "Oh, to hell." She muttered. They were probably all out of reach anyway.(d)

Ealora: Honestly couldn't a newly arrived home Captain enjoy the solid soil beneath her feet without a storm at her backside! Apparently now as the wind continued to increase, she held the folds of a black leather skinned ankle lengthed together at her chest as she pushed against the winds only to be hit in the face with a flag which had apparently lost its battle against the wind. She groaned and let out a growl as the pain in a healing broken nose screamed anew as she plucked the flag off her face. Fraggle Rock! This just wasn't her week! An hand at her arm had her regarding the guard at the castle with a daggered stare"Don't touch me"She spit at the man passing him and into the courtyard."Someone drop this?"She spoke to no one in particular as she waved the flag in hand. What a great day to come home to skye!*

Maahes "I still am having trouble with the idea of you leaving without me, Bess." He spoke with a smirk across thick lips as a hand rose to both Jack of Trades, and Jack of the Sea. He had to admire Trades in the moment always being in the right place at the right time, the toymaker proved his loyalty time and time again. His tone was flat as to keep the charade of rank a mask over his face. Yet for those who knew the Beast knew him to be just that, but no...Bess knew him as a blubbering fool at the feet of her harp; listening like a child. One of the few to ever see the softer side of an animal. "I supposed though, that your husband can take care of you without my eye yes?" He would face her then with a smile, the wind pressing the loose curls of rich mocha that broke free from the tendrils of dreads that lay down his back, across his cheekbone. Amber eyes passed then over the growing crowds as they moved about the courtyard to be ready for the dawning storm. He prayed then it would pass soon, knowing Bess would be the one to leave with or without God's blessing. Dark eyes then found the man from the ball, whose words had instantly rubbed in every way--wrong. However, it was not often many knew how to get on the General's good side, but frankly he got the feeling this man didn't care. How may men did he kill in the fight for the Holy Land? How many more would it be? Knowing nothing of this man he suddenly felt the urge to remove that smug look until..something else caught his eye, and instantly all harsh feelings were forgotten. (d

Jack Flynn : What would Bess do, when Seanna released her father's hand and took off across the open ground of the courtyard toward Bess. The li'l girl threw her arms open as she ran to the Duchess, proudly exclaiming, "Piuthar athar!" Behind Cap Seanna, Jack headed toward the group as well. There was a hand raised in greeting, as Jack of the Sea called out, "Seems ye 'ave gone an' filled yer court wit' landlubbers, m'lady." There was a grin to the Moor, "Ne'er ye fear, Maahes, I'll make a sailor outta ye yet!" Then he turned his gaze back toward the Duchess. There was slight shift about the eyes, showing the seriousness that came with business. The smile remained, and just as genuine. "Yer ta 'ead out soon, aye?" There was a cant of his head, "Say tha word, an' tha Immram'll be ready ta ferry ye where ya need ta gae." (d)

Jack of All Trades: -=A hand would return the wave without ceremony. The wrinkled brim turned back into the wind for a moment, seeming to pine a bit before the hulking figure turned as if mounted upon hinges, making its way into the nearest guard roost and traversing the castle's corridors to teh courtyard. Several moments passed, but the walking talking shadow would emerge in the courtyard just in time to hear the sailor address the general. A hearty voice rumbled cheerfully out from under the brim as it dipped in a nod towards the two and the duchess.=- Good storming tae ye. I'd been wondering how ye were going tae get yer sea legs, Maahes. (d)

Beathag: "Aye, sae it is! M'husband shall secure m'self and his son, and our ship is ready tae sail. The first true voyage o' the new Highland Duchess n' she is a gem! Though, the thought o' Maahes as a sailor..." She grinned between Jack and Maahes only to find another Jack of the second sort making debut among the trio to forge a quartet. Golden hair whiper-wheeled hard around her face. A crack of lightning illuminated the center of emeralds for eyes. Piuthar athar. No amount of storm could turn the Gaelic away from her ear. Little Seanna called her father's sister, aunt, in effect. Forgetting herself she reached forward to touch the face of the Irish child, resting it on the curveof her jaw. There was more than one storm brewing. As people crossed over the threshold of the castle step, a Templar Knight regarded a General, who in turn seemed to stare him down. Pulling Seanna over for the hug the small girl sought, she bounced her on her hip, "Ye are introduced, Ah take it. Come, all o' ye, we have things tae discuss." In hopes that introduction wouldn't turn to fisticuffs, there were matters to speak of with the men and women of the realm. "Captain Malroy! Join us! Come now this weather beh no please for m'son nor m'niece.." The Irish girl gave her a gift, a precious, sweet gift. On this last night there was much to say, more reason to hold it close (d)

Phillipe: Mocha colored orbs couldn't help but to notice the sheets of music blowing outside in the breeze. Seeing the disappointment in the red head eyes was enough to cause the Frenchmen to make his way back outside into the cold night After a few monents of tracking down floating papers he notice the woman was gone lost in the crowd. The few sheets of music he were able to catch was folded who knows maybe one day the two would meet again. Mocha colored orbs darted back upward towards Masha but not saying a word he sent his towards the voice of Bees. Many men had wanted to knock that canty little smirk off of Philippe face. Let's face it he was young wealthy and talented. Many a Muslin had died by the Templar's hand in the Holy Land. He would move towards the doors leading inside the castle following the group

Ealora: Her nose was still a dark blue and purple, it would take time before the break would heal and the bruising gone but the bruising at her cheek was all ready dulling though still looking blackish blue with a hint of yellow. The wound at her neck was flaming red and angry but there was no mistaking the etchings, Issa, in the middle of the redness. A guard flinched as he took the flag from her and she actually smiled at the man, but it was all most cruel"Don't worry love, I'm always this pretty"She retorted to his flinch. Celadon eyes shifted to the Duchess and she grinned and raised her hands out in gesture"Ah this is just another type of good weather!"Said a bit more brightly. Hands then dropped to her waist as she turned her gaze to Maahes, holding for a moment, a smile twitched at her lips, as if teasing the beast before she began to move towards the group heading inside.*

Maahes: Well we saw how that war went didn't we? Not enough Muslim's killed to do any good. A smirk as well a snort left The Bull as the pirate had correctly titled him as the man passed, and his arms rose to cross over his chest. "I will not be far behind, Duchess." He spoke in his flat raspy tone, as the rest started to file in behind her. One by one he would watch them disappear into the safety of the castle as the nights planning would start. A hundred years after the Holy War in Jerusalem and it amazed even him the hate he felt. The Christian's holding their grudge as well his own, but this would be a fight to prove a thousand years of nothing that was to change. Why start now right? A beautiful story about to unfold, should this pair ever get over the hatred one felt for the other. As each face passed to go in, it would seem he would let the Pirate pass without spoken word until his hand reached out to take her arm pulling her out of the line of people to stand at his side. Work was done, and she would wait there at his side
if she knew what was best as he saw that everyone was safe inside. This storm would pass quickly, but the one about
to be unleashed from the wrath of a General sick from the worry would prove to be class 5. (d

Jack Flynn: Cap'n Malory? Instinctively, Jack turned to get a look at the captain. In the main, it was done because -- officially -- Jack was a Lord Admiral now. Damn high title that it was. Helped to know, after all, who served the fleet. Whether it was by flying the Griffon flag from the stern castle. Or because a letter of marque entitled them to a fair share of the spoils. Jack himself had done a bit of both. And, more'n once, flew a black flag. There would bea moments hesitation, as though he wished to speak to Malory as well. But an eyebrow arched as he caught sight of Maahes taking her aside, a shake of his head given. Then he caught up with Bess, leaning close. So that only Bess could hear, Jack muttered, "I like 'er...." He jerked his thumb back at Malory, "An' lass tha' looks like tha' 'as ta 'ave given 'er enemy a trouncin'." (d)

Danae: Danae, the keen and sneaky when she wanted to be Commander to the Avarian Rangers would follow in behind that very group for a time before breaking off right before entry into the castle could be had. It was then she lingered behind keeping her silence as well as her position to herself for the time being. Icy blue hues stared ahead at the crowd that made it across the doors thresh hold, before stepping into plain sight for any that wish to notice her. She of course was wearing the usual ranger garb, though this set of clothing seem to be much crisper, cleaner, and perhaps a little less worn. For once, she was what some would think presentable but Danae cared nothing for others opinions. The Greek warrior was a her own woman, taking orders from those she pleaged herself to and no one else. There wasn't a man or woman around that could make this one be anything more than what she wanted. Upon reaching those castle doors, her eyes glanced to Maahes and the female Pirate, a brow arched , she smirked and made moves to continue in following behind the others. Not a single word was spoken to one person, she had her reasons. -d-

Jack of All trades: -=As the brawny frame moved along unobtrusively at the periphery of the crowd until halting a short distance from the door , it would pause there and turn back towards the incoming wind. His barrel chest would expand in a deep, relishing breath before stepping inside with a nod to Maahes. Hob-nailed boots carried his bulk towards Danae, and the hearty voice rumbled again, though no other motion was apparent from th oilskin-clad figure.=- My my, it looks like they just pulled ye fresh from the box. What's the occasion fer ye tae show a bit of that beauty of yers? 'Tis been a while since we spoke. How have ye been farin' lass? (d)

Beathag: "E'ery last what takes up a blade on Skye is worth her metal n' might, Captain. Ah would know." Retired did not mean beyond practice. This much was true. It took one with the gift to see it in others.On land, on sea. Man or woman. Christian or Moor. It was these things that were causing a stir in Europe, and a portion of these vary things that Robert the Bruce wanted to see for himself. As the cold wind blew harder Seanna held on to her, Aodhan clinging to the skirts. "Tis alright, twill only beh some rain. Gae on. Aodhan, take Seanna for a bit o' fun aye? Ye can stay awake this night n' see wot the lightin' looks like, like ye Da said." The looks between Maahes and Phillipe pulled at the core of her heart; Aodhan's future was secure, but that was only here. Elsewhere, would the rumors haunt him? Would they look as the two men did? He could no more help his deep olive skin or the Nubian in his veins than Beathag could change the color of her hair or the thickness of her brogue. As everyone came inside the doors would be shut. Howling outside, the wind dampened behind wood, stone."Ah'm leavin' on the morrow with the Duke, who beh seein' to the last preperations now. The Bruce has called us tae Aberdeen....n' when we gae ye all may follow 'pon other ships, as he wishes to see this court in his own. Among other things." Ushering the children on, she'd come brass taxes. "If ye have nay met one another, tis a fine evenin' tae dae sae. In our absence, we have placed those o' Struan as able tae decide in our stead. The Robertsons are good folk, but ye are the heart of this place. Admirals, Generals, Knights, Sailors, and Allies. Sae let me beh plain. This sail is important, it will rise us higher or set us alone." She went to one of the maps, one of many on the walls where they were, "Scotland is split, n' it grows worse e'erday. The south is held by William Maubrey...Adam's..father." She closed her eyes to let that sink in. Fingers clenched together. (d)

Phillipe: The battles for the Holy Land was different from any other war. There were more at stake then political advantages , and wealth. It was about faith cultural differences. But for Philippe it was personal. Philippe was there on be have of the Order of the Templar. No. He wasn't a noble of Soctland, A Lord high general or held any titles in his new land that he had sworn to defend. But nevertheless his being a Templar made him part of something special. He found a seat located in a area where his attention could be focus on Bees but he could still watch the Muslin. Old feelings of hate and angry didn't die easliy. Taking in Bees words he couldn't help but to speak up. Allowing that thick French accented voice to ring out over the crowd " You have the support of the Templar's but my knights nor I will not work with Heathens or Muslins men who have no honor and serve no true God. " He cuts his eyes towards the Muslin then back to Bees " It takes more then a large physique and deep voice to make a warrior" (d)

Ealora: The arm he caught just happened to be the one that housed a hidden wound stitched closed and she hissed like a frightened cat at the sting to the pressure of the wound but she'd say nothing of it nor pitched a fight with him, yet. Instead she rubbed at her arm as it throbbed in pain, was she mad at him for it though? No, just irritated. Then again, how could he tell with the long sleeved jacket. Her lips worked together as she watched the others pass inside and she like a child left behind because of something bad she had done. Her cheek throbbed when she moved her lips back and forth but it was easy to ignore, the bruise would fade in time. All wounds healed in time. Celadon eyes shifted to Maahes, what was he going to say to her? She had left it on bad terms but there had been no other way. She had had to go. Point blank. More so, what was she going to say to him. Hi, I'm home. That was pretty obvious.*

Maahes: As the rest made their way in the hold on her arm softened and before he would move to join the rest he bent in to whisper. "I am glad you are safe and home." The words left in a gentle sigh as his prayers had been answered. It was Ramadan, the Muslim month of fasting when their profit lived much the same, and all of his prayers had been towards this woman whose life had been at sea. With a gentle smile he bowed his head before making his way inside to catch the tail end of Frenchy's words. "Something tells me you are talking about me." He spoke then in a calm well mannered tone despite his animalistic presence, and amber eyes met the man's dead on. "You speak of my God as if you have met him yourself. You know him not to be true then?" Head on he would butt with this man, at once the ego of the other clashed with his own. "This brave because your God backs you." Instantly his taller frame would tower over the knight, the younger frame of the other had much to learn it seemed. "Step outside, boy and we'll see whose God has your back." The hot air of his breath came in a rush
down the flesh of the man's face. Maahes replayed what the man said and he could not help but laugh lightly for a brief second. "I have not known a Templar knight to be so foolish, Jack Trades." His eyes would part from the boy to meet the eye of Trades with a smirk before waiting for the reply from the Frenchman. "Normally they don't carry a death wish." His head canted as he could almost spit with anger, but held together sorta well. (d

Aislin: How could one miss the loud voice of a male with a heavy accent compared to those who lived here most of their lives? It was this voice she followed before others rose to about the area, mingling and in different tones. The sound of boots moving gently along the stoned floors was blocked out by the conversations as Aislin moved around the corner in time to see Maahes confront the French male and get too close for comfort. A brow rose, as she paused and listened to the words spoken, keeping behind the unknown male slightly though not close enough. A hand rose to grab her braid and pulled it around her shoulder so it took it's rest along her breast and stomach. Dressed in male's attire, she looked nothing like her title, but who on this island truly did? `` Opinions and insights are much like arseholes ...everyone has them. Even ye General. Yet ye are so quick to confront other's opinions and beat them down for them. Ah see more and more every day why ye and my husband do na get along and never will. `` There was no sneering in her tone, it was as calm as if she were making a comment of it raining outside as one full brow rose slightly. Ocean eyes parted from the men, to look to Bess for a moment, wondering what the Duchess would say. Was Aislin taking sides? Never. Was she calling out the General on how he was acting. Yes. In a mild way.

Jack Flynn As the Irishman move to leave the small chamber, more to see to his own business, he couldn't help but grin at the exchange between the Templar and the Moor. The Irish rogue flashed 'em both a smirk, "Ye'd both be outta luck..."As the Irishman hauled open the doors, he paused to regard the Maahes and the frog, "Tha' only Gods tha'll 'ear ye 'ere.....? Tha ones tha' tha Duchess an' I worship, an' those be tha old ones." Then Jack left, closing the doorbehind him as he went. There was little doubt he was laughing as he left. (d)

Danae: Icy blue hues cut to the corners of her eyes as her steps came to a stop, heels having her turn to face the man known as Jack Trades. She smirked toward him, gave a shrug and would give her reply. "A new beginning my friend... where one road ends, another begins. No special occasion or reason... and I haven't the slightest idea of what you speak of when the word beauty comes to mind Jack. Not where I'm concerned at least." She gave way to silence for a moment. "Now.. if you speak of beauty in the sense of scenery, say .. the forest, the ocean, the sky... then I know exactly what it is you're talking about." Said with a grin. Hands moved to adjust her weapons, all were accounted for, for tonight it seemed. As she would wait for Jack Trades to join in her walk, a voice grabed her attention, obviously a foolish one at that and so she would close the distance between herself and this Knight with a loose tongue. Regarding Maahes and any others for a moment with only a glance before turning her attention to the so called Knight.<SinOfThyBlade> "And just what is your definition of a heathen? Someone that doesn't believe fully in your Christian God? A word of advice... friend... unless you intend on using that mouth of yours for something other than talking from your ass... keep your comments to yourself. Know, that if you have sworn yourself to the Duchess here... she...along with myself and countless others are as what you call heathens." She glared at him, those perilous blue hues were as cold as ice on frigid waters in lands not yet known to man. "And mark my words... it will be a heathen that will one day save your life if they haven't already." She looked back to Jack Trades then and began to take a few steps away from this closed minded man who called himself a Knight. Apparently he had yet to learn a real lesson, that all men and women bleed the same red color of blood and all had a cause to fight for, one common cause...good. -d-

Jack of All Trades: -=A chuckle would escape the barrel chest.=- Well Danae, whether ye are concious of it or nae, it is present. If'n ye have the opportunity, I would love tae speak at length of forests, oceans, and skies with someone of a discerning eye. -=The wrinkled brim would turn from Danae to the sound to Maahes calling him, followed by the rest of his bulk. The cheerful hearty voice would sour a bit, tinged by annoyance as it rumled out from under the weather-beaten brim.=- It would seem that he has also forgotten tenant of the Templars, namely tae serve as emissary of good will tae inhabitants of the lands they serve. Methinks it doesnae bode well fer the Templars or the crusades if this man be their shining example. (d)

Beathag Everytime a word was uttered, a comment began it was followed by another. Everytime they came together it was always in heated words. A temper? Did they want to provoke the temper of the Highlander? Did they want a real storm?"SHUT UP" Stern, short. Blunt. "HOLD ye feet n' hold ye damned places. Nary a nother word. Let meh make it clear: The only God or Gods tha' are gaein' tae beh ragin are the ones tha' are pulled about tae shut e'ery last one o' ye up. Learn this lesson now. Get along. Dun care where ye been or what ye've done, learn tae find a way, or there will BE nothin' left tae stand on. Listen: This land is split, n' we are bein' summoned tae talk about the future o' this one. If Scotland gaes tae another border war dae ye realize the Duke will not gae too? Do you hear wot I am sayin' tae ye...e'ery alliance, e'ery thing we've done or bled for..e'ery battle n' thing is comin' down tae this sail. IF ye come with me this stays here, or I'll take tha' axe off it's restin hooks n' show ye why they called me the Hound from Hell, iffn ye forgot." She walked around each one of them ." This land is on the verge o' topplin right under the damned sea n' the foundations o' it are sittin' in Aberdeen. Now. Let me tell ye why we are sailin hither. The King has called for Adam tae bring himself n' the last o' the Aberdeenshire Harpers." The harp Maahes sat at the foot of was a matter of pride the King wished to restore, and in their silence she went on ."Aberdeen, like this castle, holds the last portions o' wot we need tae secure this reign. This is Adam's bloodline, make nay mistake about tha'. This is his birthright....n' the lord always took an Aberdeenshire wife. Sae now I'm bein' presented, sae we are bein' presented. All o' us. N' we must come on all fronts. The courtly, which gods know we are all abhorrid at, with our senses in tact. Iffn ye think we won't be the subject o' pride as well as humor, think again. If ye know half o' wot the continent says o' this place ye blood would curtle. Sae, Ah want ye all tae come with us, Gods know I do. Tae know ye are all behind us....settles m'heart. Ah'm askin' for yer help. Or nothin' here is safe, n' England will only be one o' the many things we'll have tae worry about. There is a fickle, fickle peace. N'this reign must beh secured n' wot is here or when Maubrey comes here...Ah fear. The man is a monster. N' the Bruce has listened tae him tae damn much in negotiations. Ye are all we have. Ah can't bare children" she put it out bluntly, "N' m'daughter is dead. There are no more MacRauri's or Aberdeens" Her heart was out on her sleeve as she paused, looking to the map. "N' Ah don't want tae fail ye all. Sae." (d)

Philippe: Philippe stood at 6"5. His young frame was athletic inclined with a muscular tone. So Mashes wasn't quite towering over him. Was Philippe younger? Yes he was younger then most men in his position but he more experience then a lot of men twice his age. Before the Templar could answer the many threats before he had time to even think about his next move he was cut short by Bees words. Taking a step back from the Muslim his lips tuned in a frown and his face was now a bright shade of red " I come to this court to this land even to offer help and support. But what have I gotten? Insults, And threats. " His eyes darted back towards Aslan " Muslim you expect me to step outside and fight you like a couple of tavern drunkard? Well I wont. Out of respect for this court. Besides you are surrounded by your palace garuds, And soilers. Not to mention friends" He glanced back towards bees " You want the Templar's to unite to stand up and help defend your lands along side your military. And we will my knights will fight with you until the death. But not until a apology is given for this night of disrespect " He pushed his way throught the crowd heading towards the door stooping short he trunes to Aslan " You want to fight me you will get your chance Muslim dog" And with that Philippe made his way out into the cold night air

Alendral Well that went well. Sufficed to say, the so called Illusionist was not far, but had chosen thus far to stay largely out of the proceedings, out of sight, listening to the lot of it with a growing headache and a further reminder of why he preferred to fake politics as opposed to actually involving himself in them. 'course, from the sound of things it didn't sound like many of them were all too keen on it either. The spy had waited for the Templar to storm out before he'd play his part--frankly, he had already written the event off as a lost cause the moment the brute made the dominance play, and damned if he'd be able to keep that from playing out, but now that both he and Bess had done a marvelous job of mucking things up a bit, well, he could scarcely afford to keep his mouth shut about this much longer. Once the Templar had stormed off--when tempers flared doubtless at the Knight's audacity, the strange
little Showman would casually move 'till he was near center of the room and cleared his throat in a dignified manner, somehow cutting into whatever rabble had doubtless started up, raising his voice seemlessly to cut above all noisewithout the faintest trace of yelling. "Ladies, gentlemen... please. If you're all quite done proving which one of you is ultimately the more stubborn of the lot, may I humbly suggest we move onto more pressing business?" he almost wondered what would garner more attention--that he had all but insulted the lot of them or that the one who did was the same one who did a magic show less then a week ago. He'd meet whatever incredulous stares he got with devilish smile, adorned in the same black-toned jacket and suit that belonged on stage floor--though he favored one side heavily, his arm braced against his abdomen to guard it as he moved and twisted about. "... 'Less of course, you mean to hand your individual countries to the Crown on silver platter, mayhaps? Hmm...? Anyone? Then let us get to the heart of the matter, no?"

Maahes: Everyone seemed to voice an opinion, to be the hero that calmed the crowd when in reality after Bess's words that should have been enough. The Templar stormed of the room like the little bit...he was, and though the desire ran deep to follow and flat out remove that smart little canty mouth; Maahes simply stood his ground. Dog? Was that best he could come up with? Please like he hadn't been called that before. The storm raged outside, and he had no doubt God was at work. Be it Christian or Muslim what would it matter in the end, everyone went to heaven right? One thing the Templar had right, was Maahes was surrounded by friends, and thankfully so. Or else the worst of him would have surfaced and their would be blood spilled for selfish reasons. How quick they were to turn on the temper of the General, but would they act any differently. From the get go that man had rubbed Maahes the wrong way. At the ball, the Arab had went out of his way to greet the man, and the Templar asked if he was the door greeter....So excuse me if this one was wanting to remove those perfectly mocha eyes from that perfectly sculpted face; little poster boy standing at 6'5''. *gag* Grumbled words were kept to himself, what he would love to do that that pretty boy. Taking a seat at the table he crossed his arms and for an instant was just a hint hurt by the entire thing, but whatever burn it down right? Rise again? Gonna find that one in his sleep he was! Show him what kind of dog he was! Concentrate, boy! That land you love so much is about to really need you. Listen to Bess, the beeeeotch. Buzz(d

Aislin That brow only got higher as more opinions came into the area, surrounding them. As Aislin said..everyone liked to show off their a-hole it seemed tonight. Personally, Aislin had learned of the Christain God from Aman-ud-Din, but Aislin still was not about Gods. Gods would not come down and stab another human being who meant to do you harm. Aislin remained quiet after that, listening to everyone speak their part, then Bess with her long winded rightous speech. Eyes stayed on her sister of spirit as she gave some personal details in her life to the others around them. Aislin held respect for Bess, surely and this proved the many reasons why. Ocean eyes did not miss a beat as another came to join the growing group and the French male made his exit. Eyes glanced over both the one leaving and the one entering, taking in the way they moved and held themselves, along with what they said. Now what?

Danae: Danae would pace back and forth in front of the Templar Knight , eyeing him like a big female cat stalking its prey. Those eyes narrowed but turned to Bess when the woman spoke before cutting her eyes back to Philippe with one last warning glare. Danae then stood up a little straighter, moving back toward Jack Trades and simply nodding. Her way of letting the man know, she had the time when he did, all he needed to do was ask. For now though, she kept her silence as she watched Bess move in and around them all, speaking on a much more important matter. Arms crossed her chest, a nod or two given in agreement on several key points the Highlander made. When she grew quiet, the Templar took another turn to speak. Danae would roll her eyes and give a shake of her head as the Knight marched out soon after. How bad she wanted to follow him and correct him once more. That her friend was indeed a Muslim, but his name was Maahes. The Commander was definitely going to knock some sense into that one and soon. Eyes then settled on Alendral, brows arched at his words and her weight shifted to rest on one leg, having her hip jut out opposite of it. Arms were still crossed and she listened, at least the ones speaking now had something worthy to say other than starting things with insults, then demanding an apology and respect. -d-

Jack of All Trades -=It would have taken very little to divert the stolid figure from the puerile show of bravado, and the Duchess' speech was more than ample. The hearty voice would rumble over the residual grumblings of the others.=- Do ye wish tae take us all with ye then? Will the lands be secure in our absence? On a slightly personal note, though ye've honored me, I donnae really fit the profile of the stately court-going lord. What would ye have me do while there? (d)

Beathag "Same thing ye dae 'ere n' on Avaria, All Trades, only with a clean shirt n' breeches on, like Ah sae ye at the Masquerade." In spite of it all a half smirk gleaned standing on her face, and one might dare say too that an Englishman increased the weight of it. Wouldn't it be ironic that of all people, when England stood to break down the door it would be an Englishman who mentioned a silver platter? "Ah, n' speakin' o' daein' things. E'eryone ye may beh familiar with Master Sorchal, the illustionist from the masquerade? Well he is the new Court Spy." Ring that one around the head and thrice about the bush. The logic? "Master Sorchal came a great long distance tae tell meh tha' everythin' we know n' don't know, England and Lord Maubrey does. Could've killed 'em but he is more useful alive than dead n' he proved his metal, indeed he did. " Her Advisor? Arab. Her General? Arab-Egyptian. Her Court Spy? English. Wonders never cease. "Ah rather consider him a gift from Avaria, given he came on the reccomendation o' Lady St .Laurence. But aye, the land will be safe in our stead, tis well defended and it is nay steel we lack. It is merely the manner tae back up our convictions in another way. N' we must plan tae learn tha' other way if we do nay know it. Sae. Tell me ye concerns, let us speak questions n' make a firm choice taenight. Those who are nay here will beh given the same knowledge, the same chance." (D)

Ealora: So she had caught out in the rain only to meet the Lord Admiral in the hall. Would wonders never cease indeed for the pirate had just joined the Griffin Fleet. Now that she had, was she still a pirate then? The answer, she really wasn't sure but in all honesty, she was ok with not knowing at this point or even seeing where this new adventure would take her. Seems she missed the brawl of words, damn shame that but it looked to be important as the Duchess was speaking so she stayed silent, choosing to move to a corner as she shrugged the sodden jacket from her shoulders, wincing as it caught the stitches on her left arm before sliding off. Fraggle Rock she couldn't wait till they stitches came out.*

Alendral: "Thanks enough, m'lady. Now, since it's fairly evident here that nobody is quite versed in the nuances of matters of diplomacy and politcal matters, I believe that we should discuss in a little more detail just how the Lord Maubery will likely make his movements known, because make no mistake about it. I have worked with the man for a small manner of years, and I've had much experience with first hand with the bastard old relic." he let his drawl slip a little then, letting his heritage 'hang out' for the assembled crowd whilst he moved slowly about the room, settling his gaze on 'Maahes' and the like to make sure he at least the man's attention somewhat. "More admittedly then I have here, but let me make one hing abundantly clear, because based on tonight, I can safely say.... he is better at this than all of you. " He waited a brief moment to see if the mark hit, turning to the Duchess before returnin ramrod-straight and takinga moment to compose himself. "He will not march in here, all manners of pride and arrogance, declaring his soverignity outright and daring you all to oppose him. He'll approach this all sideways. Smile at all the right times.. defer humbly to the dear lord and his most precious Duchess..." he began a slow stalk around the room, strangely animated, almost fanciful in his movements. "He'll force you into a corner, you see. You'll know his motives--oh yes, but he'll give you no chance to confront him on it. And when you lash out and... " he leveled his gaze on Maahes then, deciding to play at the man's temper a bit, just as a test. "Offer to settle differences outside, he'll play up sympathy in the courts. The poor beleagured Crown, bringing enlightenment and prosperity to all manner of savage Barbarians and Heathens, and they bare their teeth and snarl. Oh, the poor man... he stopped at the Duchess again. "And every moment he spends here will secure his place, not just in the value of raw intelligence.. Maubery will seek to place himself in the hearts and minds of the people, if he can..."

Maahes "Then this is why you keep me out of politics and just the one who cleans up the mess." He spoke as he stretched his feet to the next chair crossing one over the other. "I'm telling you now, I do not do politics, let me remind you this. You work out what men you want where, and what the military can do for you." There was a dry look passed to the man, as his patience was beyond repair. "but separate sword from state." He took a deep breath as the calm of the room started to settle in. "If..the key word. If he can." Removing his feet from the chair he sat up leaning an arm agains the table. "I have no doubt his pretty words and actions will win the hearts, but I cannot doubt the ability of this nation to drive any enemy away." He took his rise then, letting his full frame stand as a body cried out with the tension that plagued his muscles. "Get me the numbers of the men who follow, their tactics, their style. I'll ready you an army to strike this man when he sleeps. Or when his actions prove necessary. Until then..I'm finished being badgered for my manners for one night; my race..my beliefs. Test failed or passed, I'm not the one you want to represent you to a court or to be the one to battle this man at wits. I will lose." A fault he was working hard on, but one that simply was..who he was. "Was a pleasure meeting you Spy, I'm sure we will cross paths soon enough." "You'll have all that and more, sir. I'll prepare a full report for you soon as I can." He nodded curtly at the mass of muscle. "And believe me when I say--a far better man recognizes his limitations and plays to his strenghts." With that he made his way to the Pirate taking sight of her arm and taking hold of her flesh gently. "You will have that looked at by tomorrow." Letting her arm go he frowned and took a deep breath before passing off into the night.(d

Danae The Greek woman kept her place, watching the others and listening to those that spoke. Especially Bess when she made mention of Alendral's new position. Danae's head titled as she gave the Illusionist an odd sort of look, eyesnarrowed into thin scrutinizing slits as the man moved about the room, checking this and that. The Greek woman stood her ground, waiting for him almost daring him to look or say something to her. It didn't come of course, but she nodded in agreement with Maahes. "Nor I... I'm not woman of politics... just a woman of action. You tell me what you want done and its done. I can play games, but my game is on the field... not on marble floors." She pushed off the wall she was leaning against, moved behind Maahes, let a hand come to his shoulder in both that friendly and comrade way before releasing when he moved to take his stand. Danae would back up, give him the room needed and once again return to the silent observe as she watched him take his leave before letting her eyes turn back to those that remained. -d-

Beathag "This is a different type of war. One without swords n' horses n' cannons. A sort o' warfare the enemy favors n' ye would all walk away from it. Do you not grow tired o' listenin' tae yeselves each day sayin' wot it is ye do n' do not do? " Master Alendral had said with eloquence what her pea thick brogue and limited vocabulary couldn't. Long winded and passionate do not a great orator make. Raw conviction she had, though. A sense of course through their laughing, despites, condemnation and negativity. "Look around yeselves. We are allies but o' wot? Ulster is fallin." She blurted what she was to have said by the heralds, but said so before them herself, thinking better of them. "The Ceanfort, Mairi, she is dead. Tha' is her husband who is the Griffin' sAdmiral now, and his daughter with no mother. She could rarely dae this 'erself, n' war is all she knew. Well little good it did her. Ah have also heard, Avaria has no King." She pushed herself to stand, walking towards the doors. Standing near Maahes, just aside of Danae, the exiting. She looked at them, standing, sitting, all in some sort of disbelief to what it was they could do. Not what they should do. "There is a Steward now. Those people are in danger e'erytime they e'en breathe, right along with Apollo n' Eirian. N' anyone there tha' means anythin'. Sae. What we know is totterin' real close tae nothin'ness. Ah will die afore this place gaes with it to. Wot ye do nay know, ye learn. Ah'm askin' ye all tae learn. Tis more than this place at stake, but if it gaes...wot dae ye think will gae with it? Ye are all the nobles either o' this land or Avaria, or any country. Here it has little tae dae with ye blood n' more with your spirit. Taemorrow e'en' Gods willin more will be here, n' perhaps someone will better say wot Ah can nay. Ah ask ye tae stand taegether n' ye stand apart, still. Ah'm gaein tae rest now, with m'son. Taenight ye sicken me. Nay ears tae listen. Only pride. Ye sicken me. Gods know wot we're breakin' our back for then. Until taemorrow" She turned on her heel them and went down the hall, to her son, to sleeplessness (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

In the lull of days between one storm and the next...

She'd walk a little around the trunk, careful to keep her hand on the bark, one direction. Then walk back in the other direction. Seanna stopped before the banner. What would the grown folk make of what she did next? Seanna reached out and pressed her hand to the banner, before leaning in to kiss it. Would the wind carry Seanna's words to the grown folk? "I come back. Promise." Seanna took a few steps away from the tree, then grinned. She ran back to the grown folk. She looked up at Bess, then up at Jack. Proudly, Seanna announced, "Says I can come back."

- Seanna Tuatha'an Flynn -




Beathag: There was a furlow of calm as the first storm reached a center; the howl of the wind died down to a whisper of the rage. Heaven bellowed as much as the gathered had in the halls of Griffin Castle last night. Black clouds were cut with sunlight to become gray, a late gray, many hours past dawn. So it would arrive late, afterall. The mist clung to her skin as the last remnants of rain water slid down from the thick unraveled tendrils and braided strands of hair. Darkening it, in the rays of the sun it seemed almost red, the inner shade of blood. Seething, roiling with frustration. A tense hand rested on the smooth base of a tree heavy with last of it's blossoms for the year. Royal blue fabric was heavy, the ropes almost touching the ground what held the insignia of a blooming tree. The sign of the Lady Edme, now hung in honor where the little girl rested beneath a far back in the gardens, beyond the common places. Past the archway of gold bower, the spanish roses, tulips, heather, bluebells, jasmine and more. Beyond some distant gate one might not have noticed in the hedges, past a lake and over the creek bridge. A way back where the Garden resided in the hills she had gone and remained many an hour (d)

Jack Flynn: Would hte wind carry to the Duchess' ears, the sound of a girl's laughter? Into the garden, hidden by the the hedge and wall, another pair had entered the garden. Seanna laughed as she let go of her father's hand and running down down the path aways, before giving a little skip into a mud puddle. There was another squeal of girlish laughter, as she crouched down to examine the mud puddle. What a sigh she was! At first glance, one would think only that the adorable Irish lass only wore a blouse and deerskin pants with boots. But a closer look? A closer look would reveal that the pants were a few sizes too big, no doubt chosen because it allowed Seanna's dress to be tucked down into her pants and kept clean and out of the mud. The boots she were wore a bit larger than need, but they were hand-me-downs. Seanna stood up after studying the mud puddle, find ling a lack of interesting tad poles or toads. Seann stood up, just long enough to look behind her to make sure that her father was close at hand, before she giggled again. And tore off down the path. As her father laughed and tried to catch up with her, Seanna would pause and look at something in the hedges. Then she smiled impishly at her father -- and went through the open gate, leading into the private areas of the garden. There were giggles as she went over the ornate bridge that crossed the streamand the heavier sound of her boots awkwardly hitting the planking, before she took a little jump and splashed into another mud puddle. Before she took off running again. Seanna, the imp, looked behind her and saw her father gaining, before she squealed in laughter again and ran harder. As she ran through the trees, she saw a familiar form and veered off. "Piuthar athar!" She called, giggling, "Piuthar athar, save me!" No doubt there was a willing hug waiting for the girl to run into. Only after she had gone in the hug, would Seanna notice it. Seanna pulled back just a touch, but kept her arms around Bess' waist, "Why are ya sad, piuthar athar?" (d)

Beathag: The cacophony of sound was air pushing on Cullin stone, in the grasses drying out for want of spring or summer's moistures. Some pieces were already brown, crunching under the sound of child-slap-slap step. The Highlander was caught unawares, almost intimidated by the sound of a child's feet near a child's grave. Supersticion would place them as Edme's you are with me in e'ery step, n' e'ery breath of any child. Iffn ye only knew how the Ceannfort's daughter at once soothes n' opens anew m'ache for you in my arms.. A little child of nearly two was a sage in the world beyond men. Did she understand what adopted mother said as she sat on the laps of her blood mother, and heart kin? The branches of the tree trembled droplets of water onto the little face, willing callused hand to go soft over the brow. Looking down, she pulled Seanna up into her arms. "Because the world o' grown folk can beh a sad n' tiresome places, moi chroi. Piuthar athar gets vera weary sometimes. Sae she comes 'ear tae think 'bout it. Och, look at ye, near as wet as I am." Beyond the round cherub's head she saw the Admiral close behind, making the girl squeal and cling closer to be saved from her mischevious father (d)

Jack Flynn Some of the mischievousness had left the Admiral, as he'd come to face the gate that was near secreted in the hedge. The Irishman couldn't quiet remember when it'd been put in, but it looked new. New-ish. A quick glance had been all it took to let the Admiral know that this was a secluded place. A sanctuary, perhaps? When Jack had gone off again, it had been to try to catch up to Seanna before she had gotten too far. As he came over the bridge and saw Bess standing afore the banner draped tree, the Irishman's pace slowed to more of a walk. A respectful air settled over him, as he drew close. Between two friends, Bess would know that an apology was coming. For having the quiet of the sanctuary disturbed. (d)

Beathag: It wasn't Seanna's fault that her beautiful, boisterous laugh was to Bess like the haunting refrain of sounds she struggled to grasp so that memory would not displace them. Something said this place ought to be filled with sound. Children once climbed the trees and ran around the trunk for hide-n-seek. They sailed on the lake and swam in it, laid in the sun of happier days. Too short were those days. Now what lay beyond the break in the clouds was another storm rumbling in the distnace not yet broken, while another was not quelled. Beathag smiled to Jack with no care that he had disturbed the peace. The banner was soaked, as was she, and perhaps company was more sensible than her stubborn solitude (d)

Jack Flynn: Had Bess' stubborn solitude lent itself to the very air of the place, to let it drift upon the currents of the wind? Seanna careened her head back, to scrutinize the trees and the earth and all she could see about this woodland place. Then she looked at Bess, "Wha' tis this place, piuthar athar?" It would be Jack who answered, quietly, "Tis like tha groves 'rond Dunluce...." The child looked at her father, at her piuthar athar, and then tilt her head down just a touch. Seanna became a bit more reserved, then. For the groves around Dunluce castle had long been holy groves to those of the pagan ways and the groves had acquired an air much like the air this place had. An air of remembrance or solemnity. "Oh...." Seanna said softly, frowning. Then she looked at her Da, at her piuthar athar, and announced, ".... daes nae feel like tha'.... bad fit...." (d)

Beathag "Nay sweet'eart, tis nay a bad fit at'tall.." Piutar Athar, Father's Sister, was a pair of words that reached the heart of the mourning, troubled woman when frustration encased her like this. It would be a child that made more sense in a world where more words only were more complications. "Tis a special place n' a special tree this be. Ye see, m'husband made meh a garden, us a garden, in' made it gae on for miles n' miles e'en intae the Cullins 'ere, the mountains. This tree was a favorite o' m'little daughter, she was vera small, smaller than ye are. She would have been two years old about now. This tree....bloomed heavy with white flowers, n' the ground too. In Skye we call them the Anstice flower. " (d)

Jack Flynn: Seanna listened to Bess' words, although there was dubious look upon her features. Once more, the child quietly looked about the woodlands. Then she looked to her piuthar athar, just for a moment. Then Seanna turned her head into Bess' shoulder, to obscure her face. Eve having heard all of that, Seanna would still say, very softly, ".... bad fit...." Seanna risked bringing her head out some, to gage Bess' reactions. Then Seanna put her face back in her aunt's shoulder. Then Seanna remembered that Bess had mentioned a daughter. Seanna brought her face out of Bess' shoulder, and using a hand on Bess' shoulder, leveled herself up just a bit. She looked around the clearing again. But this time? She was looking for someone, not gaging the feel of the place.Seanna looked back to Bess, "Piuthar athar... where Edme?" (d)

Beathag: "What is a bad fit, lil 'un, wot dae ye mean." Ancient eyes in child's face regarded the woman thirty-three years her better as if she were sizing her for measure. Mairi's eyes looked out from that face, those stern, studious eye yet she spoke with a tone not unsimiliar to her adopted father. Strange, how children not of blood become the blood. Flesh becomes the parent's flesh and without them, the line severed is just as tangible as if it were cutting the umbilical chord from the womb of the earth. The name was a sour perssimon fruit gagged on where salt tears next came to wash it down. No tears spilled, as inner composure was reagained. Seanna had arrested her heart, for she didn't know the little girl remembered another of her sort. "Edme is dead." (d)

Jack Flynn: Seanna worked her mouth for a few moments, looking around the grove again. Then she looked back to Bess, then back to the grove. When Seanna met her eyes again, she leaned forward to pat Bess cheek, ".... not supposed ta be be quiet...." Seanna looked at the grove once more, "...not supposed ta be quiet...." Then she looked back to Bess and said, ".... bad fit...." Seanna looked down a bit, after hearing that Edme was dead. "Like Ma....." She said softly. Then she brightened a bit, patting Bess' shoulder, "Ma take care a Edme." There was a pause, before Seanna begin wiggling. "Down," Seanna said. (d)

Beathag: "Tis a secret garden, ye see, sae nay much come 'ere tae make sounds. Nay tha' Ah would nay have them 'ere but...there is nay much time tae talk on such things. But with ye here it shan't be sae quiet now will it. Secret indeed." Bess had to speak or Seanna would have crippled her voice for the shock of her wisdom. It wasn't supposed to be quiet, and a bad fit. That was quite a way to explain it, though Gods knew why she could survive the bad fit and the poor Ceannfort couldn't. Placing her down, she kissed her forehead and sent her off to play, "Aye, n' Edme will take care o' her. " She looked over to Flynn, all amazement and such. Shaking her head she smiled a little wan to him, "Yer girl-childe is a wise little girl-childe. Maybe Edme sent her o'er tae speak a might o' sense, n' she comes tae heal a heart like Edme may dae for your wife, sae we can take comfort in tha'." (d)

Jack Flynn: Once Seanna's feet had touched the ground, she stood there for a few moments. Those eyes, so like her true father's, studied Bess. Then she smiled at hearing Bess talk about the secret garden, to the girl's mind, granting her permission to come back to it. Aside from that? Seanna had lost interest in anything else the grown folk were saying to each other, instead she turned a little circle with a smile between them. Jack would nod his head quietly, his hand resting - proudly - on Seanna's shoulders. "Aye... I dae get tha' sense sometimes. Tha' tis me daughter tha' allows me ta go on." Seanna gently pushed her father's hand off her shoulder, since it kept her from doing another quick spin between the grown folk. When she came to a stop, Seanna found herself facing the tree with the banner. The special tree for Edme. There was a glance up to ensure the grown folk talked, before she took off running.She'd stop before the great tree, putting a hand on the bark. She'd walk a little around the trunk, careful to keep her hand on the bark, one direction. Then walk back in the other direction. Seanna stopped before the banner. What would the grown folk make of what she did next? Seanna reached out and pressed her hand to the banner, before leaning in to kiss it. Would the wind carry Seanna's words to the grown folk? "I come back. Promise." Seanna took a few steps away from the tree, then grinned. She ran back to the grown folk. She looked up at Bess, then up at Jack. Proudly, Seanna announced, "Says I can come back." (d)

Beathag: "She reminds ye o' somewot better, nay a reminder o' how Mairi is, but n' tha ye can gae on beyond it because there is a little bit of wisdom to remind." Timidly she reached out to the air to touch the balm in the mists. Watching from the corner of her eye, Seanna was the sprite at the faery tree. Was Edme there in the leaves and boughs, teasing Seanna? Did they speak in a langauge the grown folk had lost? Seanna swore she saw Edme waving to her while Beathag saw only the gesture, and that was enough. She smiled as the tears, like the rain of earlier, broke barrier. "You're a vera good little girl, n' aye, ye can come back as often as ye 'ave a mind Edme would like tha' vera... vera much. Would ye like tae take some o' the Anstice flowers tae ye room, sweetin'? Maybe ye can find the seeds n' 'em n' take them with ye on the boat o'er to Scotland n' tell someone tha' if they grow them, a special lost childwill find a way home, n' will thank them with good luck. N' ye excuse ye aintin, aye? " She went a little deeper in the garden grove, touched. One part was soothed yet infinite worries remained. If only all of them could learn to be more child-like they could find a way through the differences and all learn together (d)

Jack Flynn: Seanna was quiet a few moments, turning another carefree circle. Then she stopped, looking up at Beathag before the Duchess excused herself. "Please?" The wee fae girl said, smiling. She hesitated and carefully asked, ".... an' fer mah garden tae? Sae Edme can come an' visit?" There was a cant of her head. Once permission had been given, on both counts, Seanna would nod her head thoughtfully. Then the sprite would go back to the fae tree once more. She would return a few moments later, the flowers for her room held in one hand. The seeds were -- well, Seanna had known where she was going to put them. Until her Da had said, "Be sure ta remember where ye put them." Seanna stopped, looked up at her Da, and said, "Hand." Her Da held out his hand. Which, incidently, was where Seanna put the seeds for the Anstice flowers. (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Beathag The eye of the storm in peace was only in part, but a few meager hours of precious, precious time where the sun split the underbelly of omnious, thick black clouds to show that there was a gray-blue fawning behind it with the left over morning's blush. As night came again the wind rose from the murmur to a righeous howl of indignation. Streets cleared quickly, the skirts of women, cloaks, and arms reached out. Billowing and flapping humanity in Turas Lan looked the part of a great flock of birds. It made the church bells gong incesant. On the tip -top of the city the guards kept watch with haphazard torches drawn away from things that may catch fire. Lanterns were little better as the flames proved fickle at best. In an inconstant, tumultous world would be tumultous times. Hearts as bitter, as angry as the sea with mouths to spew the indignation felt. "I can't." or "I don't." This was said against an honest plea for all to accept reality that they had to learn together the ways of this world, or like the storm, they could be split and blown away like pieces of debris. "Tis loud Mumma. Ye think Elise will mind iffn I stay in the kitchen when the others come.?" She shook her head no, holding the little boy as the wind shattered even his strong sense of knowing it was only weather. He sat in a silk clad lap, where it fell in thick folds over linen covered thighs. What a presence she made - this night - gold filigree on shades of cream and white. A simple, golden circlet on her brow hardly worn. Make not mistake. She had stood in the rain, dripped with the water and mist cling to her skin for hours as if to prepare for the chrysalis change of the woman who came tonight. Every inch the Duchess. (d)

Alendral: The newly appointed 'Court Spy' had certainly wasted no time in getting things under way, at least, and despite himself he found such work vaguely comforting. Unfortunately, if the relative lack of ability in the fields of the court wasn't bad enough, their organization--in terms of espianoge and intelligence was downright disgraceful. This wasn't anything new to him--he normally welcomed such disarray, but it was far less enjoyable when he suddenly found himself managing the other side of things. There were a lot of things to do--the preparation on reports for the Generals, the numbers and tatics employed by the Crown generals, what to expect... and far darker pursuits. One advantage to treachery--you generally knew the tricks employed by your former allies. This meant prepairing notes on tatics--tightening security, closing the holes that would doubtless be exploited by the practiced conqueror. The upside of all this was Alendral was exhausted, hid carefully behind a cool, professional mask, pulling at the forest-green silk he'd donned today. The first order of the day was finding the Duchess, wherever the hell she'd ended up for the night.


Adam: Adam, followed close by three guards, leaned against night wind... ominous voices in his head spoke of delaying the trip, but he had left the docks and the Duchess was well moored... Against the wind, the black leather armour seemed as a shield to his chest... his hand upon the hilt of the sword at his hip as he guarded it from sway. As he and the three walked thru the streets, he could see tarpons blowing free, a man and woman chasing after it... kids being herded home by worryful parents... he looked to the sky and cursed the heavens... a shake of the fist "Ah shall gae tae Aberdeenshire... fear not, for Ah nae fear yae Almighty... Mae Father uses yer religion as a weapon and yae dae nothing tae stop him... unless... unless..." he looks down at his feet, then to the guards who regarded him then turned away... now only a mumble came from his lips... "Unless... I am the tool to stop him... The Bruce could not... The Aberdeens could not..." The wind whipped at his helm, whistling inside, as if speaking to him... the guard touched his arm... "M'Lord? are yae alright? Tis something wrong?" Then with a jolt, Adam smiled at them... "Yae must think me mad aye?" he winks and
sees the shakes of negative... "Ah know Ah be a bit awkward, but pay it nae heed..." then he nods to the urgance to proceed. He has reverted to the brogue more and more now... it was not an act he gave for Bess, but now out of heirachy... the true English held back for more proper jurisprudence with allies... "Aye, coom naew, lets be on our way..." Long stride took the Duke past the walls, thru the gates and to the the stairs of the Castle Griffin itself... heavy doors opened for him... inside, he hands the helm to a servant, never missing a step... "BEATHAG !! where is that wench of a wife...?" :::::::

JackFlynn: Which would be it that would reach the Duchess' ears first? The bellowing of the Duke? Or the joyous "Piuthar athar!" that li'l Seanna let cry, as she wormed her way through the door that her father was opening. After she'd wormed her way through the half-open door, Seanna had set off as straight and true as an arrow for her aunt's form. Seanna, however, saw someone else. She saw Aodhan. Seanna's steps stuttered, then stepped. Although Seanna still smile, there was shyness to it that hadn't been there before. The wee lass waited for her father to come closer, before looking up at him. There was a soft exchange between the two in the tongue of the Irish Gaelic, before Seanna looked back at Aodhan and Bess. Seanna hesitated just a few moments more, just long enough to feel her father's hand gently press into her back. Then Seanna was off running again, heading toward Aodhan and the Duchess. Once standing before the Duchess, with Aodhan in her lap, Seanna looked up. She smiled, almost shyly, at Aodha. Then she would bring her hands from around her back, revealing for the first time the Anstice flower she had been holding. Seanna stepped closer, before smiling and raising the flower toward Aodha, "I," Seanna blushed, "I got this fer ye, Aodhan." (d)

Beathag: of any other language would have worked to do the trick. "Mama, Da is back.." The little boy was about to bolt from the knee serving as a perch. "'Ello there, Seanna, wotcha got behind ye? Ah do tha' when I dun want cook tae see I took an extra tart." Beathag chuckled a little broken from the reverie by a combination of the bellows of her name in coupling with the sweet herald of Auntie. "Mumma look, she 'as somethin she does." Only smiling, she settled Aodhan down to receive his gift, the flowers from his sister's resting place, with the flowers baring her part of her name. The little boy seemed to smile a bit in wonder as he took them, "Ye went there? Nay one but momma n' da be gaein' there. Sometimes Ah gae tae play hide go seek with Edme. She likes tha'. Thank ye..look mumma!" Taking hold of his prize, he then took her hand,"We can find somewhere nice tae put 'em, aye? Will ye com en' play?" The Duchess let a hand come over her heart as she regarded Jack, Adam's emergence answered, "Here, Husband, here! Waitin' in the lull between things afore the discussions.. Jack, ye 'ave..a vera sweet n' wise little girl." (d)

Adam: There he stood, his curly hair mussed by the helm... He was a stately sight, a tall slim man, five and thirty, yet strong and forceful... three men stood near him, until a wave of the hand sent them to their station... "Prepare our things for the trip tomorrow... we leave come hell or high water..." he tells a servant... Bound and determined to make the appointment of his King... he knew Skye's future lay in his next meeting with the King... for now, his thoughts of diplomacy was interupted by his wife's sweet voice... Long strides now carried him to her. "BEATHAG !! The Viking in yae sh'll coom in handy if'en this storm continues... I want tae make Aberdeen te day afta..." his baritone voice booming thru the halls...Heel to stone thudded as he walked down the hall toward her... he was bit tired from the prepartions on the ship and speech writings...:::::

Beathag "Now do nay ye children mind the bellowin' o' Adam, aintin's husband has a lot o' air like the North Wind, but he will nay blow ye 'oer." When she spoke at last it was a warm, mirthful calm that would shock any who heard her louder than the Duke and twice as forceful as that fabled vestiage of air. She kissed each child's cheek when they ran back to her, all sorts of shrieking and want to play. "Adam! Ye are gaein' tae make the children deaf..save tha' for the court. It seems a slow eventide yet.." She had hoped for their presence, but of yet wondered if they stood as she did today in the rain, dripping wet, thinking as the Gods beat down on her body to make it new. The Court Spy passed the door to which she said ,"Master Alendral, o'er here, please. See now n' tha' is Master Alendral Sorchal, children. Master Sorchal, this is the Admiral's daughter, Seanna, and the Aberdeen son, " the boy of sunkissed skin, golden hair with thick, thick dark roots twisted in tight, manicured twists bound by leather at the nape of his neck. Obviously part Moor himself, "Tis Aodhan."[i/] (d)

Alendral: Whatever severe expression Alendral carried when he was called over, all manners of stern and unreadable, the introduction of children did much to do away with it. He eyed the Duchess only long enough to look baffled before looking to the two children and smiling broadly. "Ooh my, why hello there, Lady Seanna, Good Lord Aodhan...!" the normally refined showman dropped to a low crouch. "So nice to finally meet you!" it was probably the most sincere expression Alendral had ever worn, far removed from the normal playful expressions. "Hey... ! Would either of you like to see a little magic trick? " he really couldn't help himself, despite himself. He'd set down the parchment he'd set aside and regarded the two, being able to at least momentairly forget his troubles.

Jack Flynn: Seanna nodded her head quietly, offering a smile, "Uh-huh...." She smiled, "Was playin' hide an' seek wit' Da," There had been a slight twist to indicate her Da, before she continued, "an' went through tha gate afore he could catch me.... Saw piuthar athar there...." There was the briefest of frowns, "An' piuthar athar told me 'bout Edme's place...." Seanna looked over at Bess, before Seanna said to Aodha, "Piuthar athar was bein' quiet.....but Edme's place is nae supposed ta be quiet." Then Seanna smiled, "Oh aye! I'd like ta play wit' ye...." When Sorchal came over, Seanna edge abit closer to Aodhan. Sorchal wasn't someone she knew, she'd take her ques from Aodhan on this one. (d)

Jack of All Trades: -=A shadow stirred just beyond the open doorway. The oilskin clad figure moved away from the light and warmth eminating from the room within. A few casual steps brought the hulking frame's bulk to rest with its back against the wall of the castle. There it stood motionless as if made of the stone it rested against, left behind by some long forgotten sculptor.=- (d)

Beathag: "Oooooh magic tricks! Tis alright, he comes n' does things for Mama n' Da. All sorts o' things I think. People here are awful busy." He then turned to look at Alendral, eyes wide as two china plates blinking green. Such a handsome, marvelous strange child! Surely the blending of Nubian Moor, Highlander, and Nordic blood was so much a rarity he'd be one of the only ones. "Wotcha goin' to show us Master Alen, may I call ye tha'..Alen-der-al..it is hard for me." His cheeks pinkened in embarrasement. Before talking of important matters, why not watch the children? If they could be more like them this might be easier. (d)

Alendral: "Tell ya what. Call me Alen. " and that was all it took. "Now... I'm gonna show you, somethin' that was taught to me... by somethin' you'd never believe. For in my travels, I have met all manners of amazing things, Fairies and funny little Elves and all manners of interesting creatures..." he passed a wry grin up at Bess for a moment, showing the pair of them both his hands. "And actually.. way I hear it, they want to be givin' you two... a little gift. But they can't give it to 'em, because only a certain lot can see 'em. but...! It just so happens I can help 'em. So... as you can see, I got nothin' in my hands, here, nor my sleeve, so you know what I'm tellin' ya here honest truth, now... for the Lord Aodhan... ready?" admittedly, he hadn't exactly prepared for this, which meant that he'd have to resort to the cheaper tricks. but that was the nice part about working with children. "Yours... is right.." he reached a hand behind the little child's ear and, with a flourish, withdrew a pair of simple gold coins--polished to a fine sheen, and ill-local. He gave a curious, interested expression. "Hmm~! Elves Gold. The best kind, you'd know." Not quite, naturally. "See, anyone given these is bound to bless with lots of fortune 'n all that.. and for you... m'lady!" same thing as before--show both hands, nothing in them, sleeves uprolled, he smiled, reached and plucked behinds her--this time withdrawing a little necklace, the Island's symbol on gold chain. "Huh... look at that I think they want to give you this..." he'd offer it for her with a wry expression, waiting for the reaction, always living for the reaction, whatever it be. Hammy? Perhaps a bit, but it was well worth it in the end.

Jack Flynn Seanna beamed up at Alen, as the golden chain was seemingly produced out of no where. Seanna would play with it for a while, wrapping about her digits and seemingly bending it, perhaps putting a little kink in the Griffon charm. Once she'd satisfied her curiosity with the little necklace, she would display some of Jack's air. Seanna walked up to Alen and gently caught hold of his sleeve with one hand. There was a gentle tug, "Can I see?" Seanna smiled up at Alen. If given permission, Seanna might stretch the cuff of Alen's sleeve just a bit to peer up his sleeve. Just in case. Then Seanna would look Alen into the eyes and say, "Dae tha faeries talk ta ye, then?" There was a *an impish cant of her head, "They talk ta mah all tha time... e'er when I was younger." She paused, to point at Jack, "Da said tha' they danced 'round mah crib in' tha light." There was seriousness to what the girl was saying. For in the Winged Isle? The legends of the faerie folk were a bit more real than a stranger might believe. Then Seanna turned ta Aodhan and 'whispered,' "Da says tha' faerie gold turns ta leaves an' such iffen those tha' get 'em are nae truly thankful o' their gifts." Then Seanna turned back to Alen, offering up a bright smile, "Thank ye fer yer gifts, an' tell tha Goodly Folk tha' we thank 'em fer their gifts." With that, Seanna took Aodhan's hand before setting off toward Bess. No doubt with Aodhan in tow. Once the children had stopped in front of Bess, Seanna looked up at her and said, "Can we 'ave some milk, an' honey, an' bread?" If asked, Seanna replied, "Tis nae fer us. Tis fer tha good neighbors! Sae tha' they can be knowin' tha Aodhan an' I appreciate our gifts." (d)

Adam: His footfalls resounded down the hall and a smile crossed his face when he saw Aodhan... and saw the man crouched speaking to them... There he saw Bess and the smile was offered to her with a wink. Hearing the children speak to the man, stood by the shadows not wishing to interrupt... his thoughts tenderly drifting to the one buried in the garden... then quickly snapping back to reality as he watched the Master Illutionist. "Bravo..." he exclaimed as he stepped from the shadows to the doorway... "With those tricks M'Lord, we could solve the financial crisis..." he chuckled. Looking to Jack, he nods slightly... "Lord Admiral... glad tae see yae agin..." then he edges to Bess and standing next to her, his hand to her waist, he kisses her cheek... "Beloved wife..." First thoughts -
IgniaHome... a real home... but for how long?:::::


Beathag: "Husband, good evenin. You're just in time tae meet some o' the good men ..well, the trio tha' came. Tis nay one else." She did not go in to the slight raw feeling on her soul at that thought. Of all that came last night, none would come forward now? Grinning, she pushed that aside as the little girl asked for bread,honey, and milk for an offering. "Aye, o' course. Aodhan will take ye tae Elise n' she'll give ye somewot. Leave it on a sill though. Tis tae ugly tae beh leavin' it outside." Such things were akin to encouraging a child at Sunday school, really. Both Aodhan and Seanna were being reared in the old ways, a way supersticious, yes, but beautiful and strange. Her laugh, her sweetness. The way she remembered Edme touched Beathag so deeply it at once soothed her soul and broke her heart. Aodhan led Seanna on, both waving a goodbye for now. In their absence she said, "This is all tha' will come, sae let us speak 'pon wot is. After all we are leavin' tae morrow." A home, a home they bled for and fought for - a home she thought would mean so much to so many....yet so few would see things in a new way. (d)
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Alendral: He'd let the little girl look--the most paranoid city guard and skeptical audience member never spotted the hidden pockets deep within the sleeves , he had nothing to worry about from a little girl,"Sometimes, little girl... when it's really quiet, all you have to do is listen... I promise, you'll hear them again." He'd wait for the two children to depart them, offering a last wave to the pair of them before the showman's smile re-asserted himself and he flashed the Rogue grin back to the Lordship. "Mm, if that's the case My lord, m'afarid that you'll be havin' to find me a good deal more work. That was a bit of my payment for my little Masquerade show, 'fraid I'm going to be skipping meal or two to make up for that. " He rose to his feet and offered a refined bow. "Alendral Sorschal, my lord, Newly appointed Court Spy.." the last few words were curiosuly drained of emotion--his voice going from colorfulto gray.

Balian Windsor: Lightning struck against the horizon, crackling thunder coiled over the grounds of Griffin castle giving the guards a glimpse of the black and white piebald war stallion carying the pale cloaked rider in a hard run toward the gates, thick nostrals of the beast flared spitting and turning fallen ran to mist. Balian was crouched low in the saddle, nearly hugging the neck of the horse to shield his face from the burn of the pounding rain. Galloping hard through the open gates he dismounted. The long soaked cloak snapped back with its weight to crash against golden spurred heels. Long locks of wheat were mattered and dripping. He passed the reigns of Aries off to a squire and bowed his head politely to the guard in passing with a returned salute from the soldier he broke the threshold to enter Griffin Castle. [d]

Adam: "Well met Master Sorschal... and I am sure yu shant go hungry..." said with a wink... "especially if yu are the Court... well curiousitor..." he laughs::::

Jack Flynn: Once the children had gone off on their way, the Irishman would make his way over toward the Duke and Duchess. There was a soft bow given, "M'lord, m'lady." Then he rose and couldn't help but laugh, "Seems our friend the magician 'ad quiet the audience ta night...." He grinned. Then he asked, quietly, "M'lady.... may I ask a favor o' ye? I 'ave ta attend ta last bit o' business fer tha night, may I ask ye ta watch o'er Seanna fer tha night? Least till I : er 'er nanny can come an' get 'er." (d)

Jack of All Trades: -=As the voices turned to business, the hulking figure would rise slowly from its resting place. Slowly paced steps would bring the profile of the broad-brimmed hat back to the doorway. Hob-nailed boots thumped lightly in an unobtrusive entrance, wordlessly shifting out of the direct path of the door. There it stood while the discussion continued.=- (d)

Beathag: "O'course, Admiral. Twill beh m'earnest pleasure tae have a wee bit more time in the company o' mah adopted niece.. For all tha' ye dae...sir, in spite o' all that has befallen you, thank you. Ah'm in your debt, yours n' Seanna fer a great lot." As he took his leave, she looked between the doorman, Alendral, and Adam. Lord Balian would come in just as she thought none would show. One was better than nothing, yet it was not the entirity. "Well, this is the lot o' it then. Master Sorchal, ye've met m'husband, there beh the Lord Marshall o' Turas Lan, Sir Windsor. We will nay waste much o' ye time this night. Wot ye dae ye dun..have to. Tha' ye do, Alendral. Thank you. Ah should thank the handful o' ye standin here really as it seems want tae hear ye crowned windbags speak. Tae put it plain, I dun want to lose this. N' we feel the tug n' pull n' push. Sae we are gaein n' iffn ye'd come tae show them our worth, tis a boon. In earnest" She shook her head, "Ah really am nay expectin' a vast many. Nay after last night." (d)

Ealora: Well the pirate, or rather ex pirate was going stir crazy within the castle walls, even the break in the clouds proved anyone in the Captains way was in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least the break gave her some time in thefresh air before heading back inside for the climax of the storm continued. Hell, maybe she'd even be present at the meeting tonight seeing as she missed most of it the night before. That's exactly what she did, sliding into the room behind Balian and moving in along the wall though she did tip her head towards the Duchess and Alen, and of course the Lord Marshall.*

Alendral: Alendral paid nod to each of the others in turn, taking a deep breath--great, another person who got to see a bit of the man behind all manners of mask, but then, the woman in question made a living raiding Merchant-folk, so somehow he'd imagine she'd not be terribly upset by it. "Right. let's get right down to business then, will we? I have the reports prepared for your guard detail and generals. I also have offered some... well, council, in the nature of handling the Lord Maubery. In the meantime I'd be happy to discuss whatever you'd need."

Balian: Balians hands slid back through his hair to slick back the long strands while another extended a towel toward him he smiled gratefully and accepted the cloth to help speed along the proccess of making ones self more presentable, lest he end up with a lecture from the Lady Windsor about the risks of catching cold. He grinned just a little with the thought and could nearly picture her standing before him now, though she was at Windsor estate guiding along there newly arrived help. The soaked cloak was dropped from his shoulders and passed to the squire with another final silent nod leaving him in a white tabard covering light chainmail and baring the crest of the Riders of Turas Lan across his chest. The veteran Knight turned his attentions to the hall. A hard mailed fist lift to wrap against his heart in a salute before his head was bowed toward the Graces of Aberdeen. "My Lord, My Lady." Spoken while his stride carried him closer still. The borders if Turas Lan were patrolled and secured by his eye and the men under his comission and now it was time to deal in other matters of business it seemed. His chin dipped once more, this time toward Master Sorchal as he was addressed by the Duchess. "Master Sorchal." Hearing the movement behind him from the Lady Pirate he tilt his head just enough to peer back over his shoulder and smile before he would nod to her before setting his attention back to Alen as he began to speak [d]

Adam: Adam acknowledged Lord Balian... seeing him wet, he knew Turas Lan was safe...Then his eyes cast toward the female he'd yet to meet... a dip the head to acknowledge her... an eye cast to Bess, then back to the female... "Master Sorschal... do not presume to know William... I grew up under the man... he uses the Church as a weapon... he would kill anyone to get what he wants... many assassin has tried to kill him and yet he lives... and if he dies, then all of England and her allies would be upon us... Scotland is divided because of him..." Adam got terribly irritated at even the mention of Lord William Maubrey... "Master Sorschal... be extra careful around that man... he knows not Ah am alive... and Ah wish it kept sae..." his hand rubbed his chin, then a glance to Bess, then back to Sorschal... "Ah apologize m'lord... for this is touchy wit mae... please accept wot Ah offer... for Ah offer it not again..." trying to be cordial...William definitely had a way to fire up Adam's scottish blood... especially when it is mixed with the english:::::

Morgen: Not by choice, he had also missed the meeting last night. He had some personal matters to attend to, but tonight he made a point to be clear both in his office and out. He walked swiftly to the place of meeting and would first knock on the door and wait a few seconds before admitting himself in. Stepping into the room he closed the door quietly behind him, eyse glancing upwards around the room and then settled on the Duchess. "Excuse me." He apologizedand further entered the room to stand, or sit, with the others. Eyes would trace over each person standing there and he'd bow his head politely, then turn his attention and listen closely to the dire matters at hand. (d)

Beathag She slipped her hand into Adam's as a silent sign that she was there for him, "Aye, he does nay know Adam is alive, now n' tha instance we can nay account for m'self. Ah think he knows, or has an idea.: at which point ye must deflect tha' alone and draw no mention tae Adam. Twill only be more fuel tae the fire. Wot we must consider, now is how we will present..ourselves....afore the king." She bit into her lower lip and sighed, "Ah'm gaein as the court's harper, as is proper n' tradition..." (d)

Alendral: "With respect... my lord." He might the man's expression with a pleasant enough smile. "My lord... I can understand your feelings. Truly I can. I will do my best to not underestimate the man's capacity for wrongdoing.. however, in the interest of speaking truthfully.. the fact is my Lord, that I served under the King's command several years ago. So, to an extent, I am well aware of the full danger the man represents, and, if nothing else, I am familiar enough with some of his methods to understand what is at stake here. " he took a deep breath. "I agree with the Duchess. Particular care must be considered. Above all else, we must avoid giving anything to the man that may make him look to be the one beset by savages and heathens rattling sabers... no offense, My Lord."

Balian: Lord William Maubrey, the name was catalogued just as it was rolled off of tongues and more clearly explained by the Duke himself. His chin lift just a little. He knew the sort of man and wouldn't have hesitated at the opportunity of chance in fighting the man should Skye call on him for the battle. But none such things need to be spoken or would be. He simply licked the front of his pearly whites silently irritable to hear the nobles he loved and served better lived portraited as dead to the enemy. His fingers clasped together before himself while he simply watched and listened though already those thoughts were stirring of politics and tactical movements to best serve the issue before them. Indeed there were questions in mind about this man and before all else his reputation with the people. Was he loved or feared by the English? [d]



Jack of All Trades -=The stolid figure finally stirred, moving slightly away from the wall as the hearty voice rumbled out to the others.=- So we have established that he is nae someone tae be trifled with. Though we can figure that he be human. He has desires, fears, eats, sleeps, and bleeds just as well as any pig might.=- So we are tae present ourselves and court him. What does he have tae gain by spending any time on us at all? (d)

Adam: Adam paraded around the room, his teeth grit just to think of his father... he would look at each person present, to look into their eyes... "Tis nay William we court... We sail to Aberdeenshire to see the King of a divided Scotland... a King once sae great, Ah would spend mae days wit mae head down... now he has negotiated all of our herittage tae some Ainglish murderer... and has pulled back the troops at the border sae the Ainglsih can invite themselves in..." he pounds his hand upon the table... "Ah say nay tae the Ainglish... If'en we all gae tae Aberdeen, the whole court, standiun' side by side, clan and commoner... all o' Skye united... they cannae deny us..." he looks to Bess as she spoke... "Aye, her life is agin on the line for country... aye as the King's Harper... she lives... and Ah..as the true born Lord o'the Isles... nay just the appointed... but nay if'en William finds out... He'd have us all killed..." he wanders around again... "Ah tell yae true... wot Ah propose mae be called treasonous... but Ah tell ye, tis best for all o'Skye... and o'Scotland..." He could lather the allies in honey at the conferences, but when it was his own people, he spoke with fire in his blood... many would see him as his grandfather was... Looking around the room... "Ah now offer us tae stand solid...taegether... and claim Scotland as part of the Skye... tae join the Inner and Outer Hebrides... and Scotland... this is why we sail tae Aberdeen...wot Ah shall present tae King Robert... and surely the Bruce shall see wot
Ignia Ferroque: Ah dae... and then Bess and Ah kin find our past... or Ah will find mae end..." :::::

Beathag "Dae ye understand well the meanin' o' wot Ah was sayin' last night? Mah mind was....fogged n' Ah'm nay as eloquent as Adam, but everythin' is depenin' upon this. He is callin' him tae see the Lord o' the Isles restored, and upon meh tae take the place as the Lord's High Haper, and the King's Harper, the last Harper...was m'mother. We need each n' every bit o' strength, n' tradition I know, but be as flies in m'ear. Eyes around us. Ah dun want tae go home tae die. Ah've come to far to die." She turned away for a moment as it all came sinking in, heavy. "We must make e'ery proper presentation, e'ery proper rank n' file. Master Grey, ye beh our ambassador n' ye will gae places with the Advisor tha'..hear things tha' will roll your stomach. The men o' the military, out o' all o' them, Balian, ye are perhaps one o' the few who could stan dthe test o' the courts, mayhaps e'en Kendrew. But e'en with ye, Master Sorchal we must make this enough. Tis not enough...but we must make it sae. We may 'ave tae speak for a subsequent number." (d)

Alendral: Call Alendral cynical, but his first thought on hearing it was we're doomed, and all his professional training went towards not grasping the bridge of his nose and basically saying something that would get his head chopped off. At least the DUchess was not the voice of reason. "My lord... with respect. I never said we should court him. But if he's here, what he'll be looking for is excuse to war. and put bluntly, if the mere mention of his name sets teeth on edge and fire in the belly, he'll use that as excuse to sweep in and shatter the divided Nation of Scotland in one blow. If you are not careful here, you will do little more then justify the demise of you and your wife. There will be a call for bloodshed--this is much inevitable. but while in the court of games we must navigate according to rules of the court. Court our allies--indeed, do so well, but we must meet the lord with a smile, as he doubtless will to us. " Funny that a spy was leturing about diplomacy, but they couldn't afford to be choosy. "...In the meantime, we must ensure that we stall his true efforts wherever we can. "

Balian: Balian's icy blues lowered to the ground, studying the lines and breaks in the tiles and stone while listening to Adam speak and with mention of treason his head lift to let his deep tone be heard. "We are only traitors if we fail, your Grace.. .. if we succeed we are patriots." So history would judge them. Then as Beathag spoke Balian would nod just once. Sometimes being a good Knight made doing what was necessary to not draw your sword and leave others to live, sometimes discipline must take hold over pride and let the fates guide them as pawns. "Whatever is asked of meh.. .. I will serve." But it would be over Balians final breath that harm would come to either the Duke of the Duchess that much he was sure and as fortune would have him he was not so easy to kill these days. Lord William would feel the losses Balian would take with him to hell he was sure. [d]

Adam What Adam was proposing was of little difference than what William was doing... empire buidling, but for very different reasons... Bess once warned Adam about the fine line, and Adam heeded her words... with her as the King's Harper, and he as the Lord of the Isles, the Gaelic renaissance would be set to go full tilt... William would want the empire for himself, to be the total ruler... Adam wanted to instill democracy... a new idea... one for the people...by the people... Again the image of two great armies facing one another on an open field of battle... the Bull on one side, the gryphon on the other... He looks to Alendral... "Yes Master Sorschal... yu are correct... my sources tell em William and his beloved wife, the assassin left their chateau...now heading to Glasgow... theiur destination...Turas Lan... he plans to come here while we are gone...and this is my benefit... for I shall decree his presence is wanted.. appreciated... we who stay back, shall make him feel comfortable... welcomed... to court him if yu will...Now yu and Ah agree M'Lord..." Adam smirks... "Lord Balian... Alendral... would yu accompany us to Aberdeen... and return when William makes it to Turas Lan... to accept this challenge and make Lord William welcomed and safe here in Turas Lan while we are gone??" :::

Morgen: He stood still with hands clasped behind him, his face expressionless but his eyes were keen. Looking to each one as they spoke, the corners of his eyes narrowing slightly as he weighed in their words and situation. He turned his head to the Duchess when she addressed him and he would only give a curt nod. "Whatever is necessary." He was honest and he was loyal, he would do whatever she and the Duke would ask of him. (d)

Beathag "Master Grey, ye will need to take a meeting with the Lord Advisor, ye will both need tae study the situation thoroughly. Twill beh good tae have ye on hand. I believe Master Sorchal shall also have the cover o' diplomacy. Gae as a well, a embissary, perhaps one o'....art n' science." One couldn't have any of them go in unprepared. Her head throbbed, the sign of it evident as fingers rubbed at temples. Her face had lost some of it's color, raw nerves pulsing in some pain. "We must charm the Bruce, Family lineage aside, one can nay rely on a few old music notes or battles here. They'll beh gaein for our wits n' e'ery known weakness. When we get there.....I....I'll show ye about..as best Ah remember sae ye all have some..advantage." (d)

Adam One of Adam's guards enters and quietly edges himself to Adam... Walking over the Duke takes the paper and opens it... then looking to all... "Please excuse mae... urgent business calleth..." then he looks to Bess... "Ah'll be late love...wait up for me nay... Ah'll be back at dawns light..." then he walks out with the personal guard:::::

Alendral Alendral reacted with the proper smile and the kind expression that was expected, despite the fact the request made his bowels clench, his heart seize, and hear all but the eulogies of the local Priest.Here rests Alendral, the crown spy and most foolish man alive. Marvel at how he managed to place himself directly into the line of the man who wants him dead and his pet Assassin in a deseperate attempt to save his own life! Truly, Alendral is remembered by a Gypsy who hates him and a fine woman who is much, much better at this! " "Ah... of course, my lord. I shall do as the court wishes." I need wine. Lots of wine, a woman, and a warm bed. Badly. Remember to smile for the crowd and look confident, Alendral.

Balian: "Aye your Grace. As you command." His weight shift from his right leg to his left. His fingers never broke hold from one another before himself. He didn't share Alendrals concerns of death with the issue, nor the Duchess head pains or the Dukes frustrations he would nod in understanding of them all. "..So to make things clear.. .. Lord William should know none .. and be received with open arms.. and remain safe on Skye.... Even though he is our enemy?" He understood consequence of action of the fall of a man loved in power but what he didn't understand is what meeting with Robert the Bruce would do to change the course they were already on. "Please forgive me, if this is something that's been explained a time before.. .. I eh.. .. get hit in the head a lot." [d]

Jack of all Trades: -=The burly one would intrude again on the conversation, now stepping away from his roost and moving close to Alendral, the hearty voice softening a bit.=- It would seem a tall order tae fill. Methinks perhaps ye might benefit from another pair of trustworthy hands. (d)

Morgan: He nodded again to Beathag. "I will arrange a meeting with him as soon as possible." He knew and realized the gravity of the situation. And there he was, qualified but not experienced, and thrust into a dangerous situation where the odds were great and there was everything at stake. But, as always, he appeared as though nothing phased him.(d)

Beathag: "Let me put it this way, Balian : The King o' Scotland has only half a main country, the North. The South, Lord Maubrey has tha', on behalf o the King of England. Well. We're bein' summoned, after this long year we've hadtae account for it, sae they can see wot all the tae do is about. While tha's gaein' on, Lord Maubrey wants wot we have. The King o' Scotland, he probably wants it back tae unify the country in some way, either way, he's limited
the troops on all the borders, n' he's bein' lured in by Maubrey's charm at Glasgow. We're under a large stone, many o' them, if we move the wrong way, tis the end." That was putting it...mildly. To Jack's offer she simply nodded, her face blanch as strip bark "We need all the hands we can find. We're short hands, actually. We just appreiate....ye all for listenin' n'doin." That stone was a large stone to bare, it was becoming more evident to her that if the Bruce knew she was alive...Maubrey knew she was alive. It never mattered who knew....made her wish she never said what her name was a few years ago. Bess Mullins indeed. Easier lot to wear than Beathag of Aberdeenshire. "We beh leavin' in the mornin, storm or no...Ah'll leave another ship for those tha' wish to follow." (d)

Alendral: Time to focus more on the business at hand. He'd ontemplate his imminent mortality later, and he piped up helpfully. "There is a silver lining to this, however, My lady Duchess, and that is I'm certain Lord Maubery probably did not anticipate a man like me entering the court. He will expect the kingdom easy to penetrate--consider it's people largely like you, outspoken and aggressive. He will not exactly be prepared for you to play the game... so he may find what he's looking for. Ambassador..." he turned and bowed. "If you could... I want you to ensure that once the Lord arrives, he finds that the Kingdom has made certain to extend him... let us say enough curtosies to him occupied during his visit. Tours... ceremonies. Discussions... make them up if you have to. Give him almost no time at all for him to pursue any other interests... him and his cutt-throat. The man is here to pursue what he cant' under the eye of the Lord and Duchess--so we will do what we must to make sure he has not a moment to breathe." and conveinently mean he'd never have to see him, but that was neither here nor there. He tapped his chin then andfixed the new man offering a hand a curious expession, waiting to hear more before he set about figuring out what to do with him..

Balian: "Aye, so then a game of chance." He would nod once more understanding. When werent the odds against them? The very thought would make the Lord Marshall of Turas Lan grin. His hands would unclasp for the first time to lay them against his sides. He would send word back to the Lady Windsor of his departure to escort the Duke and Duchess before morning. Where it was he didn't like the idea of letting the wolf into their house he would follow orders and protect the visiting Lord as if he was his own. However men like Lord William surely had a long lift of enemies especially being English how would Balian accept sacraficing his own life to save that of their enemy should the need arrive? It was a difficult duty for even the most disciplined and honorable of knights to swallow. He would much rather slit the mans throat and paint the grounds holy with his inards. But that may have been the lion in him speaking. [d]

Beathag: "A game tha' I dun want tae play." She muttered though it was one that all were able to hear, "Lettin' him walk here.....e'en the thought.....o' him here..." She winced sharply, eyes still reflecting, through the pain she felt, an immense anger, locking her joints, firing at her nerves as if to eat away at them in raw emotion. "Ah dispise intrigues but ye learn wot ye must tae survive, n' if this is how this reign is kept above us sae be it. There's just taemuch at stake otherwise. Goodnight Balian. They'll beh a ship waitin for ye n' any tha' would board it." If the women in waiting went, it would be a marvelous surprise. At present she did not feel like the "national treasure." she was being touted about as. She hadn't a clue until but a few weeks ago..and now was expected to live up to hundreds of years in but a matter of days. The music lived in her hand, the stories in her head and heart, but what of want? If they split all together from a King maybe it would be for a blessing. She had no desire to leave home, as it was enough seemed to literally be eating away at her (d)

Alendral: "Lady Duchess. I know that you have no real reason to hold my words at any real value. But rest assured. Whatever Maubery intends to accomplish here, I'll do everything in my power to get more then he bargained for. " He bowed and nodded his head as she bid the general farewell. "Safe travels, Duchess, and you as well, sir." and, 'less given a request he'd slip away... far enough way to be out of earshot and eye-line before the poor bastard nearly had a panic attack. This was a nightmare! he'd traded one executioner's block for another! his head throbbed at the very thought of it. Good lord, how in the name of god was he going to survive this one?

Balian: Icy blues lift to meet the Duchess if for all but a moment before his head bowed to her just before she took her leave. He exhaled a soft breath and placed his hands to his hips while his weight shift once more and his gaze was cast back toward the ground. He had to get his mind right to the task at hand and accept the things that cannot be changed in hopes for a better tomorrow. Lord William better be worth his weight in breath if it was his life to be taken to his cause. He clentched his jaw and turned with a closed mailed fist brought up over his heart to salute Alendral in his silence while he made way back for the doors. In the morning he would board the ship and escort them to Aberdeenshire as was requested of him to ensure there safe arrival and take the first ship back to receive and safe guard William on his arrival. It was a busy week ahead to be sure. [d]

Beathag: In their absence she'd sink into her chair. "Spirits forgive me, I know nay wot I dae. Ease m'fear for it will not subside. Let me do well by the blood n' m'veins. M'mother m'father...." Her prayer was heard by nothing and no one A hand waving the doors be sealed in the wake of their leaving for no one would ever see her come undone (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Day


"They'll come. You will see. Doubt can't live in them forever," Liliana murmured in an attempt to soothe an evidently fraying spirit She ran the brush through long,locks of gold. When did strands of red come out, or was it only her imagination? A field under a blood red sun. It held the candle light of the room because it was not yet dawn, "Still, Lady Beathag, the occassion that will come first has much to do with you and your husband. Maybe you can tell me more?" The Lady in Waiting wasn't much for ships or sailing. Like many, she had a fear that would have kept her from the sea were it not for a sense of duty she said she had to answer. The preperations were many - the expectations higher - and the participants to date few. "What is it like where we are to go, that is where you were born isn't it?"


The length of the hair was akin to the length of a road. At the beginning, the end of the brush touched twisted tips, jaunting, twisted tips like wriggling toes anxious for the first step. Skilled fingers took sections to braid. Pieces, then, of a tale to twine together. "Ah was born there. N' the fringes o' the burgh out toward the Highlands as they grew wild. N' a long house. Now there beh a castle in the city n' tha' is where the King lives"

Once upon a time was to antiquarian to say, but it felt right. Long ago was ridiculous, bit it was the truth. Once upon a time, and long ago, there was a woman who lived in the Highland wilds on the fringes of the burgh of Aberdeenshire. She was the descendant of men from dragonships, and from Celts at the mouth of the rivers Dee and Dun. Once upon a time, there was a young man born to a woman in England who hid the truth, and a man who was a monster who reared him. He sought God but had it wrenched from his hands. He sought absolution and had his lineage taken. And then both of them found one another..

and so it stands to this day.

-.-.-.-.

Darkness. Mewling pieces of light on the horizon line greeted by the call of "Board the ship, the wind is calm n' the storm's left a bevy to fill the sails! Cast those lines up, let us make ready to hoist anchor after they come." Kievan Baron had sailed ships so long he forgot his years and remembered them only by ship logs and manifests, but never had he sailed on a ship as grand as the Highland Duchess. A fine woman to hold another. A team of horses came flawless from the pitch, lantern swinging in constant toss until the wheels came to a stop. When the door was opened, when the feet came down the step no more was a sound spoken. The Duke was quiet at first, smiling, as his son ran so giddily up to the gang plank for the great adventure. One foot propped against the step, the other on the ground, his figure was attired in a new breed of finery. From hence forth, no one would remark that the Duke came not ready. "Come down, m'lady. They are waitin for ye."

Black over a gold fletched gown. Long sleeves that moved in bell, flaring with the hems of the attire. A coil of braids, twists beneath the coronet of tiny gold flowers. Against her back? The King's gift on behalf of their coming - a traveler's harp in the shape of the Griffin of Skye, curling up the back of the instrument, talon's and feathers agains tthe curve. It was not that they had to bow but were seeming pressed by the importance of occasion.

The boarding went the way it should, taking not long to make, but the distress caught her ear sooner than all other things. "What does he think he's doing," The Captain bellowed, ready to set himself up against the young Templar who came on behalf of fealty and with a great deal of ceremony ,"I make the orders here!" Crewman were at odds. To take the horses, to not take them? Adam looked at his wife with encouragement to smile. This is what they were. This is who they were with. His nod of approval was her voiced consent. "Let 'im stay, Captain. Sir Chevallier! Ye n' your entries will need a great work. Perhaps you will practice the journey o'er." A nod of head was given in ascent to the party. "Stable their 'orses, if ye please. Sir Chevallier, our first order is tha' ye pay apology tae the Captain and then come make your introductions tae m'husband. Be our eyes n' forgive us if our company is a little lackin. Tis much to be prepared and this shall be our only peace. Enjoy the sail, Sir. Try nay to get the crew riled." Military men were hot headed. Not that she ought to speak out of turn on the matter, but they seemed far fuller of ego and things to appease. It was a matter of a fellowship, really, but pride was not a lesson she hadn't learned. In fact, it was something she would unlearn. Letting go of Adam's hand but a moment, she walked down from the upper most deck to the lower where Chevalier stood. "Ye will need to be familiar with Sir Windsor, he is commander o' the ground forces for this venture, lord pray should we need them. Ah hope nay, but e'en Grandmaster would wish ye tae work taegether. Are you ready then?" She turned, smiling softly.

[Lord Admiral Jack Flynn]

Kendrew: He walked at a steady pace through the courtyard of the Castle; the lines of people, the groups of people readying carriages to go to the docks. Wagons holding goods to be packed. He inspected the livestock to see that they would have enough supplies. The windstorm was gone, but the mist hung all around. It hung heavy and thick, and he felt the thickness of the world between his shoulders. Wincing, Kendrew adjusted to accomadate his stiff joints in inclimate Scottish weather. By now, the Duchess was on open water so there was no use watching. They were guarded and like others, Kendrew had to wait for his leave to go (d)

Liliana: There were matters to be handled before Liliana's own departure to join the Duke and Duchess. To get things in order. Of course, it also gave her more time to prepare for being on a ship again. Since the news came of the approach of the trip to Aberdeen she had found the nightmares returning. Though Kendrew had erased the horrors of what had been done to her physically...the horrors were still there of her luck with ships. Evil seemed to follow her and strike whenever she was aboard them. Standing in the courtyard, absently looking over some trunks being loaded, Liliana contemplated the trip to come. (d)

Jack Flynn: It seemed as though the mist heralded at thinning of the veil between the land of Tir Na nOg and the mortal coil. And that an impish fae had slipped through the barrier, for amidst the mist and commotion of the courtyard a wee child made her way through the courtyard. Everyonce in a while, the child would go up to a workman or passersby, lightly tugging on their sleeve. "S'cuse me," The impish child said with a bright smile, "'ave ye seen mah piuthar athar?" When the answer was 'no,' the wee 'un's smiled brightly again, "Thank ye." Before she went back into the crowd to ask the next person that struck her fancy if they'd seen her aunt. If anyone asked the wee child who her aunt was, the response would be a merrily said, "Bess!" If anyone inquired further, or said they didn't know Bess, the wee child frowned and repeated, "E'eryone knows Bess. She lives there." The wee child would gesture toward Griffon Castle. While many people lived in the castle, perhaps many lasses named Bess, there was only on Duchess Beathag. As Seanna went through the mist once again, she would slow in the middle of the courtyard. She would smile upward, watching the sun through the mist and the way the banners looked. When she turned her gaze earthward again, she saw Kendrew and Lillian. People she hadn't asked. Seanna ran over to the pair. She'd come to a stop beforethe pair, reaching out her hand to gently tug on a bit of clothing. There was a bit of hesitation, looking up at the two. Then she smiled, gently took hold of Lillian's sleeve, and gave it a very, very gentle tug, "S'cuse me.... s'cuse me, m'lady.... good sir... 'ave ye seen my piuthar athar?" She smiled winningly up at Kendrew, offering a shy, impsih point up at him, "... ye are a friend of my piuthar athar... 'ave ya seen 'er?" (d)

Liliana: Feel of an arm sliding about her shoulders and lips to the temple as that comforting voice drifted to her ears had a smile curving her lips. That Kendrew would be traveling with her made the idea of sailing easier, to a degree. Yet, it did not ease her completely. "My thoughts are too dark for such a lovely day..." Head would turn to look at his face warmly,"My fears will fade Ken-" Words were interrupted by the tugging of a sleeve and chocolate eyes would fall on the small form of an adorable little girl. "piuthar athar?" Forming that word took time and Liliana butchered it, but she did not understand. Crouching down, to be on level with the child, she'd murmur,"Who is that, little one?" (d)

Kendrew: The weight of her against him meant that her fears could pass away into his embrace; comfort was named Liliana. A constant in a world of unsteady things tipping off down the trail towards the not so distant sea. A pale moon wanted to rise, but were blocked by the fog. In it, a little child seemed to dance from one way to the next. How was it so? Fairy tale came to life, that one. A reason for him to grin while the thoughts of darkness were laid down with "Tsk, tsk. Tis dark now n' the day is nay sae lovely as tha'. N' wot does not fade we will reckon with as it comes.." It seemed he was to share his Liliana! "Goo' evening little mistress. Who is it ye look for?" Gaelic came out of her mouth, and for the words he understood, family was among them. "Ah. Ye Aunt it is..a friend of hers I be then?" Turning around, one of the servants would mention she was looking for Bess. "Ach." He noded like a sage before turning to the tiny princess come from afar, "The Lady has taken her ship o'er to Aberdeenshire, little miss. She's gone to see the King. Will ye be goin' on a ship too, you're father is the Admiral, yes?" (d)

Jack Flynn: Poor Seanna! There were so many things to say! To Lillian, Seanna smiled. A more slowly, and with a child's pronunciation, Seanna said, "Piuthar athar ...." Then the imp canted her head, "Means...." That would be when Kendrew would supply the meaning. Seanna would turn and smile up at Kendrew, gently pointing up at him. Seanna smiled to Lilian, "means 'aunt'." Truthfully, it meant 'father's sister.' There was a big smile to Lillian, "Ye 'ave a pretty voice...." The adorable head canted, "Where are ye from?" As she address the grown folk, and they addressed her in kind, Seanna would gently side step by a few paces. She smiled, reaching out to gent pet the snout of a bridled pony that was nearby. She would smile at the servant, winningly, when they both answered Kendrew's question with "Bess." At Kendrew's answer, however? For the first time on her outing, the little girl would frown. She would step back in front of Kendrew, "Oh...." The frown was as adorable as the smile, "Oh, sae she's gone...." Seanna offered up her flower basket, with its precious few Anstice flowers in it. "M'antín said that I could take some seeds o'er ta Scotland an' give out... but I wanted ta give some flowers out tae..." The little girl smiled down at her flower basket, "'Cept I already gave some out..." She looked up at Kendrew, that frown back, "Was gonna ask 'er if I can 'ave some more to take... Edme already said yes. But Da said tha' I should ask m'antín ta be sure...." The frown was banished, as Seanna smiled again. One of the Anstice flowers was fetched from her basket, gently offered to Lillian, "Would ya like a flower? Edme likes 'em lot, tends ta 'em there in tha garden 'erself....." There was a smile, "Tha Duchess says tha' 'avin' one o' Edme's flowers can 'elp her gae home." (d)

Liliana Oh, she is looking for Bess...The little one was just too precious. Chocolate eyes took in her every feature, a smile on her lips, as she listened to her. "Me? I am from many places. France and England mostly though." A mingled mix of both was evident. Listening to her as she spoke of flowers and Edme, she'd raise a brow,"I do not see why Bess would mind if Edme gave you permission. What do you think Kendrew..." Looking up at him, she'd grin wide,"Can the lovely little one have some of the flowers?" (d)

Kendrew "Aye, I'm sorry small friend. She had to go on her important venture tae Scotland just a little ways o'er the ocean. But from the looks o' this beauty who would not miss such company." He knelt down to regard her closely to speak eye to eye with her for he was a giant in her company! All six feet, five inches of him lowered on one knee as she lifted her basket to reveal the prize there in. "Edme's flower," the other name for it, he gently touched the leaves and looked to her as if she were some small saint with wisdom to share, "So, is tha' the way of it. Beathag looks very happy when she talks of you, and mentioned somethin' of the sort of similar as you speak of it. Ye can
: take all the flowers you have a mind. We should just send the Admiral's daughter instead o' the court! Och." Wayward grin was cast out on his eye's pursuit of the Captain. "Lord Admiral, you're daughter is goin' to to have Scotland wrapped clean around her pinky at this rate." (d)

Jack Flynn: Jack smiled quietly as he emerged from the crowd, no doubt having been looking for his daughter. Given his advanced age, he was all of forty-three after all, he was just a bit slower than he used to be. There was a broad smile to Kendrew, as the Irishman said, "Oh, aye. I agree...." There was a loving smile at his daughter, who positively beamed up at Lillian, Kendrew and her Da. "Iffen does see tha' Scotland 'round 'er finger, shall only be ta keep tha likes o' mah an' 'er antín company." There was a smile as he rested his hand on Seanna's shoulder. After a few moments, Seanna remembered that Lillian hadn't answered her question. There was another smile, another little tug toLillian's sleeve, "S'cuse me... but..." Seanna offered up another of Edme's flowers up to Lillian, "Would ya like a flower?" Jack smiled to Kendrew, "M'Seanna may just get tha chance... she'll be gaein' wit me. Sae tha' she an' Aodhan can be keepin' each other company an' 'ave someone ta play wit'." (d)

Kendrew: "Tha'll be good for the lad. He'll need to be kept happy. Lady worries for him, so far from home. His darker features are more pronounced than when he was younger. She doesn't wish him hurt." Court was not the ship where his flesh was of no nevermind. Much like his battle hardened mother, a Moorish Celt child would be so fascinating the pair would be little more than portions of an exhibition come off the ship to entertain the royal burgh. Liliana accepted the flower with a smile, turning to Kendrew before she gave the little girl a gentle smoothing of her hair. "Thank you," she said, leaning in close to her beloved. Yet another heart charmed! "Maybe if she hands out enough flowers we will nay have to to think one instant more 'pon fightin'. Everyone will be too busy spoilin' her rotten." Warrior's humor became a secret hope. Nearing his thirty-ninth year, he was amazingly spry, fit. Only a slight injury in one hand to pester him amidst other years of scars on his thick hide. Quite unheard of for a man who fought on foot. (d)

Jack Flynn Jack nodded quietly, smiling as the two grown folk talked. As was a child's ways, Seanna had lost interest in the discussion between the grown folks. She'd wondered back over to the pony, gently stroking it's pretty mane. Seanna did, however, know to keep her basket of flowers from the pony's mouth. Jack smiled, "I know tha' she will nae give 'em out ta people tha' she doesn't think deserve 'em. E'eryone tha' 'as gotten a flower from 'er 'as either been a close friend o' tha Duchess an' mah self er, Seanna says, need a smile." (d)

Kendrew "Already a good judge o' character she is. Ye know who will need one I think? His Grace." Kendrew walked over to Jack to close the distance between them easier, seeing that age or the weather hindered his movements. This fog did nothing for the ache in his forward pike hand, a reminder that once what never bothered a man stood as some testament to time. "They both miss the little Lady a vera much. More heart sore o' it than people know. After tha' horrible night Bess held her little body in her arms afore the gathered, tis not been much talk of it ever again. Nay one asks so they do not speak. Such is the nature o' grief." (d)

Jack Flynn: Jack nodded quietly, there was a smile, "We Seanna found tha' Lady's private grove by accident tha day afore.... 'ad been playin' wit' me an' ran off." There was a smile as Seanna talked to the pony, "Ran off through tha gates an' inta tha' area tha Duchess keeps ta 'erself...." There was cant of his head, "Seanna did nae like tha place, sit t'was nae supposed ta be quiet...Found out tha' Aodhan plays there an' 'as permission from tha Duchess ta gae back...." There was a shrug, not knowing what the future would hold. (d)

Kendrew "Tis a good thing. Tha' part o' the garden was always one o' some enjoyment for the family. They haven' tmuch time to be alone anymore n' they all did play there. Beathag is a mighty player. Aodhan n' her, Edme would all play knights n' kings. Queens n' jesters, hide gae seek, all sorts of things taegether. Castle's been a little quieter without 'er laugh. Just a few months now..since it happened." He shook his head and watched the little girl charm a pony now, no doubt she could have her pick of the colts in the stable. "She makes Beathag happy. Sae, Admiral. Should thank you for tha'," He offered his hand, free of gloves this night, for a shake. "Welcome among us." (d)

Beathag: Jack smile, accepting Kendrew's hand, "Thank ye, Sir Kendrew." There was a smile, "But I cannae be havin' thanks fer this. Me daughter acts as she will... I 'ave nae control o'er 'er." There was a smile, "An' I knae tha' Aodhan an'tha Duchess 'ave been gaed fer me daughter as well." He hestated, "Tha Ceannfort fell in combat nae ta far back... an' mah daughter did nae know wha' ta make o' it." Softer, he said, "Seanna again became like a babe fer a time... I know, in mah 'eart, tha' it was bein' wit' tha Duchess an' bein' able ta play wit' Aodhan tha' got mah daughter be as she was meant ta be ... as ye see 'er now." (d)

Kendrew: "I'm sorry to be hearin' tha'. Tis a right shame. She was a strong and good woman.." Turning his eye to the girl he could see the mother in her. Forward thinking. Direct. Out to get what she wished. Thank heavens that for now it was only flowers and the mane of a pony. Pumping his hand, he withdrew. "God put together a few people tha' seemed to need one another. Maybe she will work her magic on Lord Adam. He is entrenched in his way, but I think he takes on the extra burden same reason as his wife does. They feel guilty n' wish Aodhan to have everythin' they think they may not have given Edme, now, they spend droves o' time with the lad....but m'thinks Adam just needs a touch o'the mirth." He watched the pair each and every day being Beathag's shadow. Now, to have her go in advance of him that guarded..the Lord Defender was set against it. (d)

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

"Luv? Wot do yae..." Interrupted by the frackus below, Adam looks from the main deck at Bess to the pier below... "Wot the he..." then he descends the stairs on one side as Bess descends the other side ahead of him... Chavellier had demanded passage and sought to go with the Duke and Duchess to Aberdeenshire...

After Bess attempted to soothe the harsh Templar, and orders given to the crew... Adam directs the botswainman to guide Chevallier to their quarters... Then he took Bess' elbow and urged her inside. "We kin discuss this further wit de lad inside..."

Bess, be the one with more diplomacy and appeasement than Adam, briefly discussed the Templar commander's ways... Only to be introduced to the Duke who often took a more direct approach... Snatching the letter from the young lad's hands, turns and sits at the large desk. "Sae Commander, Ah take it yae be the one who accompanies us tae Aberdeen...?" then he opens the letter and begins reading... His ignoring the young commander was his way of teaching the man his place... Laying the letter down, he stands and walks to the front of the desk; before the man, now standing...

"Ah proclaim Ah knaew no ways o'the Holy lands... Dae they teach a young commander to be sae brash on another's ship? Especially a royal vessel?" Adam hated using his title, but the position would deserve more respect than what the young Templar gave. "Yae need tae learn the ways o'yaer allies as well as da ways o'yer nemesis... Yae mae be so brash in the Holy Lands, but here in Skye tis much different... Be all told, twas the Templars dat saved mae arse, hereby Ah owe the Templars much... But dae yae think Sir Jacques, Sir Philip or Sir Robert would stand before me and dae the same as yae? If nay, then wot precludes yae from daein' de same?" Adam reprimanded the young knight not allowing the man time to answer the barriage of questions... Questions asked only to drive home a point...

The man dressed in the black and gold robes of the Gryphon paced the cabin, his hands over one another the the base of his spine... Glances to the man every now and then thru the silence. Stopping briefly, he looks to the man, slightly taller, but much younger... "Yae come here, a knight by all rights... A Templar all true by nature... Yaer hot-headed and need tae learn more calmer approaches... Yae coom highly recommended by superiors, but this bae a peaceful mission..." he looks to Bess... "Ah hope..." a smile added... Then looking back to the commander... "Jacques wishes mae tae accept yae as his stead... Tae take yae under our wing sae tae speak... Tae teach yae the new ways..." then he smiles at the young man...

"Tis hard tae change, Gods Ah knaew it... But this day n times demands it..." he looks to Bess, then back to the young knight... "I knaew yae not... Yet! But since my weapons master and personal guard canne bae found, Ah need one..." Now Adam was not reprimanding the knight, and his voice changed tones... From the harsh overtones of authority to the baritone smoothness of consolation... "yaer presence here, instead of being keel hauled, displays mae leniency... And acceptance of Jacques request..." Turning to Bess... "Luv, make the annotations in the ships log as Sir Chevallier assumes the duties of the Duke's personal bodyguard..." then he looks to Phillipe... "Ah take this personally Sir... Fail mae nay..."

[balian]

The Lord Marshall of Turas Lan had already taken his place amongst the ship, seeing to the physical securities of the precious noble cargo and over see of the crew he found himself leaned against the starboard side. It was a long dark gray cloak that draped down to conceal all but the gold spurrs against his heels. The six and a half foot two hundred ninety pound veteran knights attempt at drawing less attention to himself while they embarked across the deep blue. Well known by now as the Pale cloaked rider it only seemed fitting. Though it was the sound of a bow string drawing back and the creek of leather that had brought Balians icy blues to port side to observe the scene unfolded by the arrival of the Templars. His brow lift not a moment before his hand did to signal the archers in the crows nest above to yield and hold their fire. Unaudible bootfalls carried the former crusader into the wake of the Templars just as words were exchanged amongst the crewmen and quartermasters. Gloved fingers carefully traced down the brim of his cloak to part the fine fabric back over the hilt of the nameless sword now baring the insignia of the White Talon against the pommel, his fingers coiled along the grip and with a lift of his chin his gaze drift between each of the seven men gauging candor and catalogueing behaviorial patterns.

He had crossed paths with Templars before and so it seemed these Templars bared the same demeanor he was custom to meeting amongst the guardians of the pilgrim road. Though none such persumptions were spoken or used to weigh his measure of resolve against the men that now served Aberdeen just as he and his riders of Turas Lan. Balian followed the Templars in silence knowing well enough the men meant no harm or posed a grave danger but that wouldnt mean that caution wasnt taken. As Sir Chevallier began to speak so would Balian take further note, a certain spark in the younger Knight brought the Lord Marshall to recall a time not so long ago when his own lesson in humility in youth was taken in favor. Perhaps, Sir Chevallier would be the Knight the Templars needed to turn the page of history and do what the Knights Templar were gathered on the first of Crusades.

The Greeting of the Duke and Duchess left Balian a shadow no more then a few paces behind the Templars until mention of his own name was made by the Duchess. Balian's head bowed slightly before the deep tone of the veteran Knight would be heard. "Your Grace, I have your leave?" His brow lift just a little before his gaze fell back to Phillipe. "I am honored to receive you amongst this journey Sir Chevallier." His chin dipped once more this time toward Phillipe. Surely caution be taken by the rousing lion but his words no matter would always speak true, he looked forward to learning more of the Commanding Templar.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Diplomatic? Beathag would never believe her husband would pass the word in consideration to a woman who had infamously back handed the impertinent or released a hot bellow tirade when pushed beyond her nominal means. A saint she was not, considering in fact Adam's direction, his ability to lead and speak without visible discention more befitting his ability as a leader. She was trying, how she was trying, as evident by the smooth manner in which she spoke to the brash Templar commander. There was length and at once brevity, command and at once softness. "I've been good too long from this," she though to herself, "too long." She had been in every circle and known everything before she had nearly died. Was it that Adam sheltered her too much or that she withdrew for fear of her own failures? the ocean rocking at once tuned her body to it; to the air, thus it became the rhythm of her heart and thoughts.

Maybe it would heal her faults.

The shadows of a man were a custom now. In place of her personal guard, the Templars came, and among them? The shadow of a White Talon, a Lion, was tossed among them. In the infant sun they seemed to war for a place though the exterior of each man was cool and confident. "Ah'll make the notes in the log, husband. Perhaps ye men would like to talk 'pon such matters."

It was the place of men, wasn't it? So it would have been said, even though she was never one to keep her place there was another person who waited for her attention. Aodhan sat on the stairs between one deck and the next, impatient, and only his mother's arms calmed his anxiety. He laughed as wind whipped through his darkening hair, the gold flecks kissed under mother's mouth. Some time later, from a place where it was always kept, the botswain did the Duchess the honor of fetching an instrument case that was not of a harp at all. It was the only violin she owned, a "gyptian fiddle" as the botswain called it. One of the Duchess' original crew, he recalled it being crafted in one of the merchant ports of call. As if in days of yore, she relieved the anxiety in her fingers by stretching them over the strings. Some shanty or other accompanied the men as they spoke, unsuspecting it came from her hands.

Even the beaten, broken hands of a deemed hell hound can foster something beautiful.

[morgen]

Early in the morning of the day of departure Morgen packed his things and loaded them into the family's wagon. Two of his sisters would be joining as well; Constance in the prospective and curiosity of a new life and Afton because she wanted to go with Morgen, the 3 year old would not have it any other way.

They would be making a stop to the cottage of the Shepherdess, joining the small party as well, and just for the ride Lyonel and Felicity would be accompanying them. Lyonel to drive the wagon there and back and Felicity to gather Aoife's sheep and lead them to their farm to care for them in her stead. So with the three sisters in the back of the wagon beside the trunks, Morgen sat beside at the front with the golden haired Lyonel who held the reins to their heavy draft mare, Lady. He clucked his tongue and called her forward and the wagon rolled out from the front of their yard onto the road beneath the rising sun and bumped down the path to the cottage.

Once their brief introductions were made. Morgen apologized for such an abrupt and hasty meeting; this was Felicity the eldest of his sisters, a part time castle maid, and could almost be the twin of Morgen physically and mentally. This was Lyonel one of his two brothers and the elder at 13 who liked to work on the farm and had golden blond hair. This was Constance, 16, a troublemaker by birth maybe because of her red hair. And lastly, Afton, the youngest child who was a mute. They all bore the family's trademark blue eyes.

Morgen would carry whatever Aoife had brought onto the wagon while Felicity left to gather her sheep and lead them to their home. "You know what to do, I trust you to keep things in order. Watch Blaire." The last sentence was something he said daily to her and Felicity only nodded, kissed her brother and sisters on the cheek, then waved them off as they continued their way now to the town.

Once in town Morgen would locate the ship that they were to board, The Emperor , and he and Lyonel would carry their trunks on board. He left his sisters on board with Aoife and walked towards the plank with Lyonel, speaking to him before he descended. "You will have to help Felicity in the house since Constance is not home. Make sure Blaire does not skirmish her duties either. Excercise Cendrillon once a day, but be mindful she spooks easily." The last thing he needed to come home to was Blaire having managed to run off somewhere, the house in a complete wreck, and his horse having gotten away leaving Lyonel with some broken shoulder. "And try to keep Casper company, I know you don't like to, but I'm not there to take him to the shop now." Lyonel nodded and Morgen clasped his shoulder in brotherly affection then turned to join his sisters and Aoife again.

[Lord Admiral Jack Flynn]

Seanna Flynn: What would Ealora do, when it seemed as thought the garden would offer up one of its nymphs? As Ealora sat reclining in the garden, she would hear a faint giggling drifting on the breeze. A few moments later, Ealora would find herself face to face with the nymph. Seanna would poke her head from around the corner of a manicured hedge, smiling at Ealora. Someone, perhaps her nanny, had woven a few carefully selected cut flowers into her hair. Seanna giggled, before disappearing around the hedge again. Seanna then stepped around the edge of the hedge she had been hiding behind, offering Ealora a big smile. "G'afternoon, Ealora." (d)
Ealora Malory: It was probably unusual for anyone to believe the pirate or former pirate as it stood at the moment, would be found anywhere near a garden but in truth, she liked the smells. It was feminine, beautiful. Something she didn't take for granted men on land, besides, who ever found flowers at sea that hadn't been thrown overboard? Never! Tilting her chin upward, and closed her eyes, just so she could smell without sight to hinder her. The giggle startled her though and she brought her head around to see who had had giggled when a flower dotted poked behind a head hiding from view. A smile twitched on her lips when Seanna stepped from behind the hedge with a big ol smile on her face. She couldn't help but smile in return, russet hair had a curl to it and lay over her one shoulder and arm, effectively hiding the stitches at that still held close the wound on her arm. Her cheek had all but healed except for a small yellowish tint."Why hello Seanna, my you look quite the lovely lady today! what beautiful flowers in your hair."Honeyed voice was smooth and sweet, not completely usual for the pirate, but hey she liked kids.*
Seanna: There was another giggle from the girl, a faint pinkish tinge coming to her cheeks, at this compliment, "Thank ye..." The wee lass smiled broader, "An' ye are lookin' vera well taeday...." The girl edged closer, "Can I sit wit' ye? Mah Da is lettin' me 'ave tha run o' tha garden. Least, tha' is what he says." There was a broad smile, as Seanna leaned close and 'whispered,' "I dun think 'e likes bein' at this court." (d)
Ealora: "Of course darling."She chuckled softly as she scooted over on the bench to make room for the little girl. Celadon eyes widdened as a smile touched at her lips again"Wow, run of the gardens. Beautiful and in charge!"Another chuckle and she patted the bench softly"Come join me, why do you think he does not like the court?"*
Seanna: Seanna started to climb up on the bench, had even started, when she paused. Then the child climbed back down, offering a curstey and a nice, "Thank ye, Ealora." Then the little girl clambered up onto the bench, sitting down. There was a smile, "'Cause 'e says it." The girl covered her mouth as she gave another smile, "Da says tha' tha people tha' m'aunt Bess -- I am ta call 'er tha Duchess while we are 'ere -- are like family. An' tha' Tarus Lan tis 'ome. This place is nae. An' 'e does nae like 'avin' ta be actin' all formal an' stuff." (d)
Ealora: There was a gleam in the pirates eyes as the little girl curtesied. Such a little lady, so adorable. "You're quite welcome Miss Seanna". For once she didn't feel the pinge of saddness hit her heart like a cannon ball. Slowly, she was healing. "Well, in a sense he is right. But this is a great chance for the people to show the Duchess they care about that home. Sometimes it is difficult to be an adult, you have responsibilities, sometimes doing things because it is right to do so. Besides, tell your daddy he looks handsome being formal, might spark his willingness to do it."She grinned as she winked at the little girl"And how do you feel about being here?"*
Seanna: Ealora really should have remembered she was addressing a three year old. As soon as those words had left her mouth, Seanna had smiled up at her and said, "Kay!" The li'l girl had started to climb down from the bench, no doubt to go run off and tell her Da that Ealora thought he was handsome. However, Ealora's question stilled the child. The girl settled down onto the bench again, saying nothing for a while. The girl stared only at her feet. But if Ealora were observant? She'd see the tears welling up in Seanna's eyes. Then the girl thrust out her lower lip, which quivered just a touch, before looking up at Ealora, "I 'ate it here!" She bit her lip, "E'eryone is nice ta me an' all.....but they are bein' mean ta Aodhan! They won't let 'im in their games, an' 'e seems sad. They will nae stop bein' mean ta 'im...." Seanna looked up, rather definately, at Ealora, and said, "Imma hit tha next person tha' is mean ta Aodhan!" (d)
Ealora: "Oh darlin'"She let an arm wrap around the little girl, quite slowly and hesitantly, she hadn't really comforted a child before, though she did like them. This was rather difficult for the hardass pirate but the tears within the childs eyes just pulled at her heart strings"It's all right to dislike a place..because of a friend."She wasn't sure who Aodhan was but was sure he didn't deserve the treatment he was given"But being mean to others because they are mean to you just isn't the right thing to do. Two wrongs do not make a right. Instead, when they invite you to do something but not Aodhan, then politely decline, say no thank you, and that you have a playdate with Aodhan. Hopefully they will get the message."Lord above she hoped this made sense to the little girl!*
Seanna: Would Ealora still have wrapped her arm around the poor girl, if she had been able to see what would come of it? Without a second thought, Seanna through her arms around Ealora's waist and embraced her. Seanna just about began to bawl full out when Ealora embraced her. The little girl, however, was her father's child. She marshaled her feelings, looking up Ealora, "But I *already* dae tha'....." The girl was quiet for a few moments. When she looked up at Ealora, there were fresh tears in her eyes. "... an' Aodhan tis still sad." The girl was hurting. Seanna wasn't able to make her friend smile as often as he had back in Tarus Lan. (d)
Ealora: Call it a motherly instinct but she did not flinch as the girl threw her arms around her waist. Wrapping her arms around the little girl, she drew the three year old into her lap with only a small wince at the sting to her back. Slowly she rubbed circles around the little girls back and stroked a hand against the girls hair, mindful of the flowers. "oh my darling, I know it is hard and I know it is sad when people act like that. We can't help the way people think. Its just who they are, but we can try, we can try to change their views. When they are crude about your friend, you just ignore that and tell them something about Aodhan. People are mean most of the time, because they're scared...sometimes they need others to help them see it's not something to be afraid of."*
Seanna: Seanna gave Ealora a rather dubious look at that, "'Ow can they be scared o' 'im? ''E's mah friend!" There was a pause, "An' 'e's just a boy." She frowned. Seanna reached out gently, to lightly rub her fingers up and down Ealora's arms. As she did so, Seanna had a puzzled expression. "Why would they 'fraid o' 'im? He's a boy like them.... 'cept, his skin is kinda like yers... an' tha Laird Gen'rals....." (d)
Ealora: A smile touched at the side of her lips. Ha, who would of ever thought she would be sitting in a garden with a little girl on her lap. Hardass pirate, ha! Here and now, she was soft and motherly because it felt right. "Of course he is your friend, but people like to tell stories, unnice stories about others, most of the time untrue and because of those, people fear people they do not understand."She paused as the little girl began to run her hand up and down her arm."Sometimes people do not like others who do not share their skin tone. It is the way their parents were taught and they teach it to their kids. You my darling, are unique and have a very special daddy who's taught you to open your mind and heart, that is why you are such a lovely young woman. Because you are so much about people, no matter their skin. I am so lucky to know you."She hugged the little girl as she let out a chuckle"I'll tell you what, anytime someone is mean to you or your friends, you just smile and ignore them. It doesn't matter what other people will say, as long as you know the truth, as long as you love the person they are being mean to, as long as you...know them and care about them."*
Seanna: The hug alone did wonders for Seanna. It was as noticeable as the sun emerging after a storm, allowing even the dew touched grass and flowers sparkle like gems. Seanna reached her hand up, wiping away her tears, as she listened to Ealora. There was even a smile as Ealora complimented her and her Da. Seanna said, as seriously as she could manage, "I still wanna 'it 'em when they're mean ta Aodhan...." It would've been more serious, if she hadn't been trying to hold back a smile. However, given who her father and her mother were? It was still likely that she'd still hit the next kid to be mean to Aodhan. (d)
Ealora: Ealora let out a laugh as she brushed back Seanna hair away from her face with her fingers."Well..sometimes that's needed. but don't tell your daddy I said that, he'd kill me for giving you advice like that."She teased with a smile and a wink down at the child.*
Seanna: "Okay," Seanna giggled, "I will nae tell 'im." Seanna smiled and gave Ealora a gentle hug. As yet, Seanna showed no sign of leaving Ealora's lap just yet. Just as Ealora had lost a child, so too had Seanna lost a mother. (d)

[strongjustice]

Trail of Deceit

Log Entry: Trail of Deceit [Members - 2] 9/20/2008 06:45 AM

Aequitas Fortis: The pair of newlyweds rode in the carriage from the Castle in Glasgow toKyle of Lochlash, where they boarded a ship... the armed guards that accompanied them were suitably dressed as royal guards... Lord Aberdeen had asked them to delay their trip, but William in his arrogance only delayed half of the time requested... hence, William and Anwen now made their way aboard ship... Six hours later they were docking in Turas Lan harbour...

Born of Lies: ** After boarding the ship and their belongings stowed, Anwen stood at the ships railing looking out at the inky water. Finally she thought the herself they were on their way.Gray dawn was breaking. The large galleon, Tairen, eased closer to shore, rail-lined with armed Knight's and guards. Erebus was a great, glistening mound of black, almost a sea animal, perhaps a whale breathing its way through the water, the hull tuned to the motion of the sea... alive to the sea. It was a full-rigged design with plenty of canvas in the sail plan, built of superb oak and copper fastenings. She was sharp as a wedge below the waterline and flew a black flag on her mainmast with a big red "A" on its foreground. As the ship's white sails fluttered in the soft breeze, William and Anwen watched as the Port of Turans Lan drew closer. It was as quiet as the morning sun. The neat houses were still slumbering behind darkened windows and the village church steeple rose tall and serene, mirroring itself in the becalmed waters of the sea.Mist on both the mountaines and sea. The risen but still veiled sun gave the Eastern sky the cold glow of stone-ground iron. Flecks of white could be seen against the rock-torn turf as hardy blackface sheep spilled across the distant hillside. Her hair blwe in the breeze and her gown was pressed to her body, a smile lay upon lips as her eyes looked uponthe future that was to be their's.**

Aequitas Fortis: After the Captain announced their arrival in Turas Lan, William, now dressed in the blue/black uniform of the Maubrey neared the rail... his hands grasping the rail on both sides of Anwen... "A pence for yer thoughts M'dear..." Then he kissed her neck... "We step off here and we are in familiar but unguarded territory...just remember... us against them..." again he kissed her neck then stood erect... The crew werelowering the gangplank, and William smiled and waved his hand for her to proceed.

Born of Lies: ** She felt his lips upon her neck and shivered slightly " A pence is that all they are worth M'Lor husband?" she teased and leaned back against his strong body. " I was thinking... that it is beautiful here. Aye, it is unfamiliar, but not for long.. it is shall be yours." she chuckled. " I am ready to do what needs to be done William you know that." she heard the crew lower the gang plank and stood straight herself and followed him to disembark to ship. Looking every bit the Lady she now was. Head held regally, nodding to the crew as they made their way through them.**

Aequitas Fortis: Aye, regally the pair made their way down the gangplank... they were met by a minor entourage of Skye dignataries... two of the Robertson clan, Sir Iain and Sir Edward, amongst the few representatives from the Castle Griffin... "Welcome to Turas Lan M'Lord Maubrey... your arrival is unexpected..." the Griffin scribe explained... "The Duke and Duchess is out of the city..." William just smirked and held his wife's hand as they set foot upon the famed city docks... "Tis alright milord... we come early to see the sites... pleasure before business..." he provided the enemy his charming smile.

Born of Lies: ** Anwen walked beside William as they were approached, her hand lay on his arm and his lay on top of it. Dimurely she stood as the mne talked though she listened and watched, as she stood silent by is side. Gracefully she nodded to each man. Ahhh William could charm the spots off a leopard if he chose to and she could not help but smile softly. She looked around taking in the hustle and bustle of the goings on of the docks. Shops were starting to open for the days business. "M'Lord... perhaps we could visit a shop or two, before we find lodging... it has been a long sail and a walk would be nice to stretch my legs?" she asked him in a soft voice. Oh yeah she would play the part of being a Lady to the hilt, it was vital to their plans. Besides the fact it wa the truth. Gwen and Gerard were the next to come down the gang plank and stood just behind them.**

Aequitas Fortis: William nodded in agreement with his wife... He and his beloved wore no signs of weaponry, but be not fooled... Turning to the guards behind him... With a wave of the hand, all but one followed in behind the Turas Lan guards to be escorted to the Blue Castle... as for William and Anwen, the scribe would accompany them thru the city... The lone guard was Gerard... his wife Gwen would accompany the Lady Anwen as her Lady in waiting...As the Maubry entourage walked thru the Market, the pair performed their royal visit to the hilt... all the while mental notes were taken, distances judged, and the plot thickened....The Scribe mentioned that their living quarters would be in the Blue Castle, set aside for visiting dignitaries... and all the while William began to have flashbacks of years ago... things may have changed, but still days of his youth here in the city pooled in his mind.

Born of Lies: **Anwen fell into her part easily, small steps taken in slik slippers as she walked. Hips swaying, the fabric of her silken blue hued gown rustling, a smile on the vipers beautiful face. None would ever think her to be deadly. Gwen and Gerard took their places and followed the pair. Anwen stopped at a cart to loook at the brightly colored ribbons and witha small hand fondled the silk strands. Her hair had grown and now fell to just below her shoulders, Gwen twined and twisted her hair into intricate patterns and threaded ribbons into it almost daily. " M'Lord what do you think of this crimson colored one?" holding up the ribbon she smiled at him. Her heart beat only for him and she was thrilled at the frivality of shopping. WIlliam encouraged her to do such on the ship but she never thought she actually would like it. Her gown was a pale blue silk with a darker blue/black overlay similar to the colors he wore. SHe was indeed a beauty and sight to behold.**

Aequitas Fortis: William stopped with Anwen as she looked at the cart... "Yes M'dear...I think it would look wonderful in that flame hair of yers..." he said smiling... he turned to Gerard with a inconspicuos wave of the hand and a whisper... "Looks so familiar aye?" Gerard nodded as thoughts of years past flooded him as well... for it was a much younger Gerard that stood by his Lord those many years ago on the bloody streets. "Take note of all the changes Gerard... It seems that the boy has done well here... I wonder what he has accrude in his own coffers..?" William said with a smirk. "Not a years hence, we shall find out..." Gerard stated...then the two men chuckled and nodded to one another.

Born of Lies: ** She had not missed the look on his face as he looked around, but would not ask of it yet. She herself took in all that surrounded them and made mental notes. SHe smiled at his words, and reached into the reticule she carried to pay the vendor for the ribbons. Then she and Gwen moved to another cart to look at the wares. A silk sashes and scarves... fabrics in a rainbow of colors. She smiled and chuckled softly as Gwen and her picked up a few for a closer look at them " M'Lady this one would look wonderful with that Burgandy gown ye have." Gwen said simply. " Aye, it would ." she took the scarf and paid the woman for it. Walking to William she looked at him blue eyes dancing with the simple joy of shopping. His soft laughter made her heart soar. She laid her hand upon his arm and whispered " I love you William." Indeed she was truely happy, she was married to the man she loved and now they together would carve their destiny in this land. People smiled and nodded to the couple as they walked through the now crowded streets. The smell of fresh baked goods wafted in the air... bringing another smile to her face. Something flashed across her face and was gone as quickly. As if she herself had done this before... in another time and place. " William is their aught you wish to look at or see?" **

Aequitas Fortis: "I love yu my dear Anwen..." as a strong coarse hand touched her face. Yes, he had been handling a sword much more these days, in anticipation of downing the new Lord of the Isles... one step closer to his fulfillment as ruler of all England and Scotland... and proclaim himself Lord of Skye and her realms... Then pointing to the Castle Gryphon... "There is yer new home." He whispered in her ear, followed by a kiss... "I can see yu as Queen of Skye...the black and gold replaced with the blue and black..." then he kisses her neck... "I want yso bad right now..." he whispers with a husky voice... the thought of their exploits stirring the sexual urge inside him sadistically.

Born of Lies: **A wicked smile curved rose hued lips as she leaned closer to him. " Hmmm that is a wonderful thought.... but I am your Queen already dearest." she said with a tender kiss to his beared cheek. Her head lulled slightly to the side as he kissed her neck. "Oh aye I can tell love and I want you as well." his voice making liquid flames pool low in her belly. Oh their passion was like an inferno at times... she thrilled at the thought of when they could be once more alone. SHe glanced down at the ornate gold and diamond ring gracing her left hand, a symbol of their union. Gwen had walked to a shop that was selling slippers and other such frippory that ladies enjoyed "M'Lady Maubrey ye must come and look at these!" she cried from the doorway. It seemed Gwen was enjoying the idea of bedecking her Lady in the finest of things all ladies wanted.**

Aequitas Fortis: The Marketplace of Turas Lan was buzzing by this time... William, Anwen, Gerard, Gwen, and the Scribe wandered around buying this and that, meanwhile, the underlying theme was the internal assault on the city... and the undermining of the current regime. All the part of the game as the lethal pair now performed acts of frivolty... soon they would begin to weave their web of lies and deceit...

Born of Lies: **Anwen looked at Gwen who was waving her over and then back to William " By your leave husband." she said almost giddy like. The scribe chuckled as did Gerard, as she hurried off without waiting for his answer to join Gwen. The shop owner just watched as Anwen entered and smiled "Morning M'Lady." she was greeted as the woman approached. " Morning Mistress." Anwen said softly remembering to keep her voice soft and demure.The woman and her assistant dipped into hasty curtsies and set about showing Anwen thier goods. Ah yes it was good to be a Lady she thought and began to purchase things left and right and then blushed. " That will be all for now, thank you. " Gerard and William as she and Gwen took the packages with their treasures from the two women. Awen had bougth things for Gwen as well much to her protesting and nay saying. Gerard and William stood in the door of the shop and watched.**

Aequitas Fortis: "Aye, Aye, go enjoy yerself m'dear... Gerard and I shall wait right here..." The pair choosing to stop by an ale cart... Gerard having bought two already, handing one to his lord and friend... "M'Leige... ale of Turas Lan... I hear tis the best..." The two men stood and drank... wiping their m,ouths on their sleeves... The Scribe staying where he was told... right with Lord William... As the ladies returned, purchases in hand, William and Gerard sat down their tankards... William looked to the scibe. "Please show us to our billets... I have grown tired from the journey... at my age, one must be so very careful..." Lies... all lies... William was not tired... he was very agile, and stout for his age... his loose clothing did not reveal the muscular stature beneath it... he would save that for later... and as for Gerard, he wore the robes of an advisor, not a leading knight in an impecable army....
The scribe led on... taking the entourage to a waiting carriage...

Finally in the carriage, the group of people was be whisled to the Blue Castle... an immaculate building with blue cone roofs... it was here where the Maubreys would stay... their schedule to be filled with fairs, plays, exhibitions... everything to keep them busy... for Adam knew what his Father wanted... and William was so unsuspecting that young Adam knew...

Born of Lies: ** Anwen smiled as she held up the packages and nodded as William asked to be taken so they could 'rest'. SHe had seen several small patrols of Knight's in the port. Many wore the colors of the Griffin and others wore colors and symbols of another house. The symbol seemed familiar somehow yet she could not place it.Once inside the carriage she relaxed and weariness form the long journey catching up to her. She sat beside William and placed her head on his shoulder as the carriage carried the to the Castle. It was large and beautiful though not as beautious as Maubrey Castle was to her. " Soon William all will be as you wish it." she whispered in his ear.**

Aequitas Fortis: With a nod, he pretended to be tired... he did not wish to protray the stamina he actually had at fifty and two... his hand just patted her leg in acknowledgement of what she had said. At the Castle, the scribe opened the doors of the carriage to an awaiting army of servants ready and willing to do all their bidding... William stepped out first, his hand extended to Anwen... "Come M'Love, let us see our billeting..."

Born of Lies: ** The carriage rolled to a stop nad the door opened to a host of servants waiting for them. Anwen placed her small hand in William's as he helped her down the two steps. Once on the ground she smiled and nodded to the bevy of people that swarmed around like bees. Unloading the carriage and taking their belongins she looked at William "Aye love, I fear I am worn out from the days journey." she grinned as she was anything but tired right now. Many looked at the couple, trying to understand how one so young seemed so happy with one who was obviously much older. Few even whispered as much and none to quietly. Anwen approached the young maid who made the remark [i]"Mistress, older he may be but there are advantages to such as well."[/i] her tone cool and clipped. The young girl flushed and curtsied "B..B.. Beggin' yer pardon M'Lady I meant no disrespect to his Lordship." [/color]Anwen just smiled feeling satisfied she had put the young chyte in her place. Gwen covered her mouth to stiffle a chuckle and Gerard well, Gerard just laughed. Placing her hand on William's now offered arm she straightened to her full height, head high, followed the scribe inside the castle.**[/color]

Aequitas Fortis: Guided to their rooms, William locked the door behind Anwen... then he removed the loose robes and sat on the edge of the bed... "The boy has done well for himself... once we have taken over, this shall be beneficial to us my love..." smiling... "But for now, we have much to do... for we do not know what hand he will play... we do not wish to be over confident... we must plan... and plan carefully... and not give away our hand so soon..." then he rubs his grow upon his face... "That man, the young one who met us at the docks... that is Lord Iain Robertson... a favored Lord of the divided clan... Young Duke favors both sides of the Robertsons... but if we can persuade young Iain to side with us, that would be benficial also... for he commands half of that clan... and is dead set again that young cousin of his... I just wish old was dead..." again he rubs his beard... "That may be interesting for yu to pursue later... to side that young Iain to side with us... maybe suggest us helping in his cause..." he smirks... "he considers himself a ladies man..." winks.

Born of Lies: ** In the room Anwen removed her cloak and laid it over a chair and stood in the window looking out as he spoke. "A Robertson hmmm, I will persue that bit of information William." she said with a wicked grin. Turning she faced him saw that wink "A ladies man to boot. How far do i go to bring him to our side M'Lord and husband?" again she grinned wickedly and began to untie the laces of her gown as she walked slowly towards him. Hips swaying seductively.**

Aequitas Fortis: William smirked as wicked as any had ever seen... "As far as YU deem necessary my wife... as long as yer heart remains mine... and yer body is returned to me..." then he grabs her hand and pulls hard, spinning her to the bed and he leans to her... "But now... I shall have my way with yu first... before yu explore other alternatives..." as he begins to tear open her clothes.

Born of Lies: ** Anwen laughed wickedly "I am always your William... heart soul and body." She could not help but love this man for he made her feel alive, she would do whatever it took to ensure he ruled these lands and quickly even if it meant using her body to gain them one more ally in these lands. "William, love me... there will be time later to plan and scheme. Your wife has a great need of her husband." she said as she tore at his clothing to remove it from his
chisled body. **

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[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Arrival of the Court at Aberdeen



Beathag: "Ye have nay said anything since we said land ho, your Grace. Does somethin' displease you?" Kievan Baron was captain of the Highland Duchess, the pride of the Griffin Fleet. Yet, he felt as if he were only the steward in place of the woman who loved her when she was pock-marked from her sojourn over the seas. Where once she ambled on, now the Duchess cut through the ocean in a time that astounded the stoutest of men. What a figure she made against the late Scottish afternoon, still one to reckon with in the twilight. Every sail on her mast unfurled. The black and gold waving beside the risen colors of the Scottish king. Crimsons, golds. Whites. The banner colors caught the ocean spray and seemed to play a game. Unaware of the racing heart of the people on board nature carried on without a care. Once she was spotted, the people of Aberdeen began to gather on docks, some sitting on rooftops or leaning from their windows. The air was full of talk. "There they are, the Skye ships! What have you heard about those that come? King has waited months he has.." Children were merely astounded by the height of the structure, how the masts made forests of wood rising to the sky from the sea. The Emperor clipped at a steady pace just behind the Highland Duchess. The Emperor held all those of the court and household that would come, while the flagship held the Duke, Duchess, and their guards. In the wake of it all.just as she drew in a breath the ship docked.

"Ah told ye Ah'd take you home, my girl." Adam came to rest his arm against the curve of her hip, needing to capture her hand. Hesoothed her nerves while unknowing, her presence steeled his. "N' here we are. Let us make some history."

The anchor ws weighed, the gang plank was being lowered down as the crew stood to attention on deck for the presentation before kith and kin (d)

Shaden: The courtesan had followed the Court.. of course that's what courtesans did.. isn't it.. and today found her at the rail of the ship looking out over the sea.. and to the knew lands.. they were invited too. She had much to think on as she watched history being made.. and laid.. out before her.. her role uncertain.. yet..secreatly vital.. that of course would be revealed in time.. for now.. she presented herself as nothing more than a beautiful piece of fluff.. and accessory to the court.. displayed as one might a bright and shiny jewel ment to dazzle.. and distract.. though.. her own thoughs were distracted.. and had nothing to do with the court or it's intrigues... but a certain man.. who seemed to get under her skin like no other before him..this was what was on her mind as she watched .. the shore grow closer (d)

Philippe: Philippe and his Templar Knights had made the long trip but mererly in a protective role. The six knights trailed a few steps behind the court keeping their sharp eyes pealed of anything that might of look strange or out of place. Philippe however was walking beside just a few short steps besides Adam. Much like a child who is prome to missbehave Philippe was warn to be seen but not heard. But that didn't bother the Templar Commnder any. This was his chance to be an observer and learn as much as he could

Ealora: Amonst the ships rolling into port, The Shadow storm was apart of it too. Quite a spectical as the griffin flag danced upon the winds above the pirate flag she would not give up. A remembrance, a reminder that there was justice in her name. Everything for justice. Her ship had been offered by her own lips, to those not wanting to be cramped in tight quarters but the Captain herself was recusive, staying at the helm to bring the ship to port, safely and securely as any that boarded her ship were of great value and she'd not risk even one of their lives for a crewmember falling asleep at the large wheel. Chin tilted upward, she could not help but grin as she drew the ship into an unfamiliar port. Ahh, adventure!*

Aegraine: Ulster was far away from here, as Aegraine clutched her blue gray wool cloak to her, she held fast as well memories of homeland and kept her eyes wide open to see how this was going to come about, for a peaceful negotion was foreign to her experience. She was going to learn from this time. (d)

Maahes: Could there be a more glorious ship? Filled to the brim with grinning faces, the vessel perhaps knew the cargo it held; knew them well as they were the hands of the people that made her. From mast to haul the ship did all but fly above the water, souring through the waves as if on wings. The rock..back..and..forth..back..forth..back...forth...back....Maahes had found himself the very first day as green as the Celtic hills, skin flush and moist with the beads of sickness. He had kept to himself for the entire voyage, leaving well alone; the one woman who could break him in half with only her eye. Bess's spirits could affect a hurricane being close to the same, and when her sharp tone entered his ears--the sound could not leave. The words had stayed there like a record unable to change tracks, a lesson you could not forget. Yet..she was right. Politics came with the game, a gamble you played with life and death. If he could not learn to keep up, what kind of leader would he make? Battles were not of the same as Avaria, here they had meaning and a secret to every move. It was when dark amber orbs peered over the dawning land, that he found himself returning.The excitement of new bound tightly over a puzzled mind, and even he would put his best foot forward...He just needed to get to that land..Yes..good solid land. (d

Jelenah: Jelenah had not at all been thrilled about this trip to Aberdeen. When first brought to her attention, she worried over it for weeks and had come to the conclusion she was not going to go. However, after a few talks with Bess, Balian and a couple others, she agreed to go. Who could blame her for not being the biggest fan of ships given her fear and history with them. While others treaded with ease across the decks, Jelenah kept to herself save for the Duchess and her husband. She had helped Bess get ready and prepared a great deal of things for the trip. Her work had been what kept her sane and the constant reassurance given by those that were around her. The lil Slavic woman kept in step with her sister at heart and follwed her when Balian was busy speaking or seeing to other things. The poor woman's nerves were nearly shot but she was managing good so far. Land was her best friend.. always had been andalways would be. So as soon as it could be had, Jelenah wasted very lil time if any at all in getting to it. <d

Jack of All Trades -=The darkly clad bear of a man struck quite the visual foil to the jewel of a woman at the rail. The black oilskin poncho flapped lightly in the sea's breeze. Hob-nailed boots thumped lightly upon the lazily rolling deck without any sign of uneaziness or unfamiliarity. Coming to rest at the rail as well, the weather beaten brim would pan slightly over the horizon, following the courtesan's gaze.=- Nice view, eh? -=The brim would swivel back for a moment to regard the former priate vessel before centering upon the fair face of the lady beside him.=- Bet its nicer tae be on a ship this time around. (d)

Adam: Adam stood near the back of the group... he was dressed in his best black and gold... the ornate sword swayed from the hip... With a deep breath, he looked to Bess... "Tis naew 'r nev'r... we have much tae dae... and lil time tae dae it..." taking her hand, he made their way to the railing... passt guards and courtmembers... one foot in front of the other... the heavy thud against the wooden planks... Now once again he set foot on Aberdeen soil... his beloved Bess grips his hand once more hard before her feet touched terra firma o Aberdeen::::

Beathag: "Now. Ah'd like it to be now" There was a change that came in the last few hours where anxiety turned to a sort of nervous expectancy. It occurred to her that while some might know Aberdeen as a port, a place to weigh anchor, none knew it as she did. The past came to call and instead of running, she would advance to it on the arm of her husband. Aodhan was as handsome as his father in his ornate black and gold pants and shirt, peering between them. He stood only so straigh before hiding against his mother's pale white silk chemises and velvet dress, held in place with golden ties. The gold brocade against the bodice caught the fresh torches coming in the night. King's men were lining up for presentation, he sound of sword leaving sheath as they went up to form an archway for them to walk beneath. Around people, over the gangplank and down to the docks they stepped where the family was in view. Never had they looked so ornate, so grand. Adam had kept his promise: A ship, a journey, and a time worthy of a royal family (d)

Shaden: "Ive always had a love for the sea " she replied.. not startled in the least by his silent appearance at her side.. it was something she had become used to in the past few weeks.. used to.. that was an odd thing to say in reguard to a persons presence.. but then again she didn't say it mearly thought it. truth was he was a comfort to her..he contained her highly strung ways.. and brought a peace to her.. rarely if ever she had known.. to say he was an complex man would be tantamount to saying the sea was deep..there wasn't a word to describe how the silent goliath could go from brooding and angry to almost achingly tender..though most didn't know this about the one who stayed in the shadows.. She leaned into him.. this enigma at her side... copper curls lifting on the wind to tease him with her scent.. " I'm glad you came with me Jack.." few words with great import.(d)

Ealora "Lower the plank. Step lightly!"She called to the crew as she stepped away from the helm and went to work in helping the crew tie off the ship. Poor Maahes, seasick nearly the whole voyage but still, it might of been a good thing for the bull to stay away from her at this time. Still she took her job seriously, or rather her profession and that was sailing. HA, half the people on the shop now besides her crew were probably only there to the former pirates ship, no doubt they'd never been on one. The thought made her lips twitch in a smile as she tipped her head to Shaden and Jack in passing before disappearing into the gather of crewmen and passangers to help tie the ship off.*

Aegraine Alone in another land, among the court members and others, she felt the enormentity of this moment, this landing at Aberdeen. As if at this moment she realized how large this world was how small was her presence in it. Aegraine searched the sky that day and watched gulls flutter and swoop about the ship masting and held all this in memory as if it were a jewel. (d)

Maahes He had been helped with his attire, cloths fitting of his title. This was about politics right? Whose belt was the biggest? Who had more gold? Power? No he wasn't as fitting as the rest, as it was often a struggle to truly find clothes that fit, and it was a bigger struggle for the bull to keep them clean long enough to go to court. Rich colors of red and deep browns outlined with furs and trimmed in gold fastens, covered the bronze flesh of the desert born; making him feel like a stuffed pig trimmed for dinner. Hell even his dreads still carried the flashy beads that the Pirate had given him, and as well each blade had been polished or replaced for one..less stained. Booted feet hit the ground and still the ship swayed, finding the General's eyes closed and a callused hand reach out for the closest person..who just happened to be the only stranger on the entire voyage. Aegraine. His hand feel gently atop her shoulder as he felt the darkness crawl before his eyes. "I'm sorry," His raspy voice fell from his lips like a sigh, as his eyes remained closed. Opening them he turned to face the woman pulling back his hand as if burnt. Yet there came that feeling again. However this time he opted out for a post on the boardwalk. When Jack would pass he would lift his voice, "I've got to sleep soon Trades..in a real bed." (d

Jelenah: Where Philippe was behind Adam, Balian was behind Bess. Jelenah and Liliana however would be flanking the Duchess, lining up and preparing to make their decent down the gang plank. Within moments it seemed, everyone was moving down that very plank in one steady fluid movement. Those blue sapphire eyes would shift, casting glances to several around her as everyone moved to let sea legs settle on land. Even when they came to a stop, Jelenah could still feel the sway in her lil frame. She tried to steady herself as best as she could and without drawing any attention at that. Should anyone have looked her way, she gave them an uneasy smile. Passing it off beautifully as one that was
genuine though. Only when the others moved, would she do the same, keeping silent, nodding when needing and doing all else what was called for a Lady in waiting to do in times like these. <d

Jack of All Trades -=A scarred hand would slip out from underneath the folds of oilskin cloth to snake around her waist, holding her gently to his side.=- Me too. -=The shade of the brim covered his features, but for her it was easy to see the warm smile the plied his lips as the hand tickled her side for the breifest of moments. He took a breath slightly longer than customary to relish her perfume. A prefunctory nod would be returned to the Captain before the hearty voice would rumble to the Courtesan.=- Unfortunately, there nae be time tae rest on our laurels. Methinks its time tae show ye off. -=Broad shoulders would shake with mirth as he tugged her away from the rail, parting from her just enough to allow ease of walking towards the gangway as the ship was tied down. As the General called out, the wrinkled brim would swivel towards his voice, his stride pausing.=- I kinda figured the trip was nae kind tae ye. Worry nae, I cannae imagine the they'll refuse us lodging. If they do, or if that doesnae suit yer purposes, other arrangements can be easiy made. (d)

Adam: The King had presented the Aberdeens the royal treatment... actually Adam expected an armed escort at most... this display of Robert's would make what he had to do more difficult. He would look about, to Phillipe and smile, knowing full well, the Templar would perform explicably the part... Then to Aislin, a solid woman in her own right... To Maahes... whom he could not help but smile at... Finally clothes befitting his position... and finally back to his luv as they paraded under the arch of swords... Adam, Bess, and their court and friends arrived in Aberdeen with pomp and circumstance... but he often reminded himself exactly why, officially and personally, they were here... a solid united front, both regal and commoner, soldier and statesman...all with a view to the future... freedom... something Scotland had failed to maintain:::::

Beathag: moon illuminated the color of the clothes to make them do what feat bade them. Shine. A gasp crossed through the crowds as the party came into sight, from the glint on the gold work of the coronets to every stich of clothing. From the polished weaponry to the wind that glistened the strings of the harp across her back, a gift from The Bruce himself. The Griffin guarded the back of the Duchess in form of an art. "Mama..e'eryone is not saying much." The boy murmured, aware for the first time of how people saw him. Seeing was believing, and many did not believe. So many eyes! The warf gave way to the packed earth, the surrender to the first stone. In full view of them, the open space ahead was full of men, women, and children. All the court, the gentry, and even the common folk had turned out for the historic occastion. The silence was almost deafening, though it would be the bells of the cathedral tolling, the sounds of the sea and the scent of the grass that told her she was home. As if to break the tension..it would be her smile, catching the eye of men and women who advanced to them. Ambassadors and attendants, and among them a first bit of history. Beathag smiled, which meant that Adam smiled in turn, and the effect rippled throughout the crowd. (d)

Shaden: She waved to Elora.. as she tipped her hat toward the two at the rail of the Pirate Ship,funny to think that the two would have so much in common, a pirate and a courtesan? not that was an odd friendship indeed.. but they were alike in more ways than not.. both fericely independent, with a wild streak..both carless of danger and headstrong.. and both particularly taken with men that would be deemed by other women as.. well.. diamonds in the rough.. or pehaps a pigs ear.. but both Elora and Shaden possessed a slighlty different slant on diamonds.. preferring to the rougher hewn stones.. that were strong and in the end would not break down an flawed fault. In this they were similar.. as much as in the .. shall we say.. lack of expounding their own sentimentality.. birds of a feather and all that you know. So it was the Pirate ship did come to port.. and all aboard did depart.. Including Shaden and Jack...the former being almost regally attired in glacial green silks and satins of the most fashionable cut, a scattering of jewles about her neck and ears, and sparkeling on her fingers as well . Her unlikey escort in his normal oilskin poncho.. which could or could not hide.. courtly attire.. it would be a mystery.. for later..Now it was looking at Poor Maahess and his seasick stomach and feeling a deep pity that such a man would be brought so low.. by a conflict in the small part of his inner ear.. his eyeballs.. and a swaying horizon.. a Sweet smile was gifted to Jack at his teasing of both her tickleish sides, and then his comforting words to Maahes the Green.. Her hand sliping into Jack's..gently squeezing, as they followed the Courtly crowd.. to their new... Court away from Home.(d)

Philippe: Philippe's Cotehardie were tailored from n a beautiful navy blue and gold brocade fabric. Those mocha colored orbs of his orbs that couldn't help but to give away the youthful spirit face did a good job of hiding the excitement inside. Those black boots of his made their way down the plank making sure to stay close close enough to Adam in case his blade was needed but making sure to give the Duke his room. A few winks was given to some of the ladies and a little waves was given to some children but mostly Philippe just kept his mind on his duty and followed the more important members of court as they got ready to make history

Ealora: "what my bed isn't good enough?"It was meant to be a tease but since her ire was still up against the bull, it sounded a bit cruel if not just a tad on the joking side, said as she passed him to step upon the boards. Solid land, how odd to be standing on it again. Dressed in a fine black vest etched with gold embriodery and black britches to match with a golden belt holding her two most precious possesions, a set of Sais, her favorite weapon, they too had been polished to a shine; the former pirate looked all most menancing what with the remainder of a bruise, a faded yellow on her cheek and the scar of Issa upon her neck. Russet hair left loose caught the edge of a breeze and danced for a moment before stilling against her shoulders while celadon eyes roamed here and there to take in the surroundings before following after the courtly procession. Damn parade they were.*

Aegraine: At first, when someone lightly steadied their blance atop her shoulder, the swirled her head about to see if she was being held back, not permitted to accompany the others, but nodded accepting the pardon spoken, thankful she wasfree to keep walking. Her bluegreen coatdress with bright green undergown was almost a shadow in this brilliant show of finery; her only ornament a thin gold circlet of her Mother's, almost lost in dark curly hair. (d)

Maahes: "Take me there?" He spoke with one eye open the rush of the heat even in the cool night close to knocking him down. Or perhaps it was all these damn clothes!! Reaching out to her, perhaps many would be surprised but at the moment he simply needed to lay down. This would pass right? Lord he hoped so. Perhaps he was simply becoming spoiled on a life he had never lived. However the hammock he had slept in on the voyage just wasn't meant for a man his size. As soon as he saw to it Bess and Adam were safe, the General would follow the Pirate wherever she wanted to lead. She could dump him on the shores, and he'd still sleep the entire time. --

Amhlaidh What a gathering this was, such riches, such rights. Was this what Freedom could buy? Was this the life they all lived without the rule of ages? Withered eyes peered from the shadows of a drawn hood, the wrinkles smoothed out by the What a gathering this was, such riches, such rights. Was this what Freedom could buy? Was this the life they all lived without the rule of ages? Withered eyes peered from the shadows of a drawn hood, the wrinkles smoothed out by the shadow of the fabric. Dark sinister eyes full of surprise could be missed, but the gasp came out without restrain. The moon played many tricks, he felt sure. Yet this was simply cruel. She could not still be alive, no...but there was a small chance for her offspring right? Her name, someone say her name. Though did he really need reason? Was the flying colors of their heritage not enough? It took everything in his power not to reach out to her, but this was not the time nor the place so simply he would slip back trying to hide behind a sea of faces so his could be lost. Soon, Bess..Ghost from the past. Real soon. (d

[/b]Balian: The Pale cloaked Lord Marshall of Turas Lan didn't smile just yet, not while his icy gaze drift along each and every face and movement amongst the people cataloguing each movement and behavior. The thin fabric of the fine cloth part to give light to the charcoal shaded ceramonial chest plate against his torso and the noble decor of the dueling lions engraved into the metal with matching shins and forearm plated guards to cover chainmail. His favored left mailed fist wrapped about the black hilt of the nameless sword. Each bootfall admitted the sound of gold spurred heels harolding his arrival. "There are so many." Spoken softly, if ever were possible in his deep tone of voice.He winked toward the Lady Windsor and kept one eye to their course to watch over the court and the other against the mob. [d]

Jack of All Trades -=Amidst the moonlight and the sparkle of brightly polished ornamentation and weaponry, it would be difficult for the casual onlooker to discern where man ended and shadow began. The soft and warm hand he found in his rough and scarred counterpart was welcomed with a firm grip. With a glance over a broad shoulder at the floundering general, the hulking frame would follow in step with the courtesan down the gangway and through the crowd gathered for the parade. Throughout which, the weather-beaten brim did not waver from its forward focus, almost as if not taking note of the ceremony going on about them. The stolid float in a courtly parade walked slightly behind the glacial green beauty beside him to show off her beauty to the world as a drab easel might display a painting.=- (d)

Morgen: he ship ride was none too terrible, Morgen was accustomed to them and spent the majority of his time with the three ladies he accompanied, for they were. Now he walked from the ship with the three of them through the streets, following the others. He wore the fine black blouse that Aoife had made for the ball for him, the Shepardess now walking beside him on his arm. He wore a navy blue doublet over that, clean black slacks, and his polished knee high black boots. He did not look anything out of the ordinary. Though his two sisters walked on his opposite side, the sixteen year old Constance carrying their youngest sibling, Afton, in her arms. He was sure the three were dazzled by the spectacle and no doubt had their eyes wandering all about the place. Morgen however kept his eyes ahead and did not allow himself to get distracted from his thoughts.(d)


Beathag: A passing in the crowd would be no more than two people who slid beyond the ken of another without notice, but felt the other while ignorant a feeling was substance in flesh. She couldn't see him, but she felt him. All of them, really, as if her mother, sister and brothers, aunts, and grandkin were there in the crowd. Eyes watched, was it one that now bowed? The court of the king's assembly opened wide as others came forward. Unknowing what to do, silence again came..only to be broken by an eager set of feet scuttling forward. They belonged to young people, bowing or curtsying, who among the curious came to idolize.

Adam"Good evenin'. We did nay expect such as this to meet us." Adam locked his hands behind his back, straight and upright. A young man quizzed him softly on if battle lore were true, and on hearing that he indeed did find his standard before the border wars of last year, he erupted in saying it is true, see, i told you the Griffin was a simple man! This was muttered over, as they came forward to shake his hand. He looked at Bess in near utter shock, nor did she expect to be met by the women who fell around her ladies and the others, as all them did, curious and eager!

Beathag"Och, thank ye.." when she spoke, it was to take hold of a bundle of flowers offered to her, before her hand was kissed. In fact many came forward to meet all the court, common and noble, statesmen alike! They all came to ask questions, to offer introductions, and where tension had been now it seemed from the rooftops at last shouts would come, applause, the waving of flags and the playing of the pipes. Drums burst in the night. To say she was in shock was only a shortcoming of the truth. "Thank ye..sae much. We dun know wot tae say...honestly." Soon the crowd laughed, one laugh, spreading, and she even turned overher shoulder to see what others thought (d)

Shaden: Yet such and easel was the foundation and cradled a work of art holding it aloft, whereas without it, it would mearly.. be relegated to a wall.. the easel gave it importance..stature.. while all the while supporting it with dignity and grace.. one was nothing without the other... About them the faces of the crowd blurred and smiles were given.. perhaps some even wondered at the Status of the Courtesan.. for she looked like landed gentry.. or even noblity.. and walked with much the same grace and confidence.. Parade.. and Pomp aside.. she was looking forward to seeing this great Court.. and the King.. her eyes fell on Elora and Maahes, a soft smile at the couple befor her hand tightened in Jacks.. " I will be most glad for a moment in private with you, soon " she whispered.. to him.. copper curls catching fire in the moonlight as they headed toward the Keep.(d)

Ealora: She paused and turned at Maahes words. What did he just say? It took her a moment to comprehend the words and then truly figure out their meaning. Oh boy, he did not look well at all. With a sigh, she took his hand in her own as he reached for her. "Easy now". Her voice was soft, all most comforting. What a quick turn around but honestly, she couldn't be mean when he was feeling so poorly. Oh well, sure she could but she wouldn't. The man just...oh he knew what he did to her. Raising his hand, she pinched the nerve between his thumb and forefinger. It would relieve some of the sickness but he needed rest as well. Clasping his hand within her own, she lead him back onboard the ship to her quarters and her bed for a good nights rest.*

Aegraine: Homecoming. To see it was to want it for herself; to go back to Ulster and be there, when that happened. The joy of it all! Until that time, what to do? The young lady from Ulster had to think on that, tomorrow.(d)

Balian: It was heart warming to see the turn out so excited to receive them. His chin lift just a little with that warmth taken in knowing there were no other leaders of men he had known that deserved such an honor. Though all good soldiers knew that with such fame and support from the many came those few who would stop at nothing to bring them harm and that was the very reason men like Balian stood by there side now. Ever discplined and watchful. To often was he guided by an unseen force, a gut feeling or suspicion that had seen him through some of the darkest of hours and he too felt something amongst the crowd but hadnt laid his eye to the prize just yet. : When greetings were made and others approached he would give them a once over, pausing only long enough to offer a polite bow of his head and a warm smile before he returned to his duty. [d]

Jelenah: Jelenah would continue to walk, following in step with the Duchess and keeping Liliana at her side as well. Jelenah caught the wink from her husband and a slight smile was given in response. Still, even now on land, her muscles werejust as tense now as they had been since first stepping foot on that ship. Though, as the group made their way further into the growing crowd, Jelenah would also be just as shocked as the others. Suddenly there was such a differnce in the air. It had shifted from quiet and eery to loud and welcoming, which had Jelenah looking in all directions. So many came up to she and Liliana that the two looped arms together to keep from being parted while being greeted by so many and gifted with things. The Lady Windsor and Liliana both accept the items graciously, smiling, nodding, clasping hands with those that offered their own to them. The two Ladies In Waiting looked to one another before chuckling and giggling before returning their attentions back to those that sought theirs. All the while, glances were made in the direction of her husband the Lord Marshall, smiles given to him frequently as they continued to follow the court through the crowds. <

Jack of All Trades: Oh? -=the hearty voice would rumble to her from darkness.=- Ye must be in a hurry tonight then. -=A hearty chuckle woud burble from the barrel chest as they walked. Following the chuckle, the weather-beaten brim would dip in a nod to those curious enough to approach the walking shadow now that they had some asurance it was in fact a person. Nothing other than a nod was offered, and prersistent petitioners would receive two before the hulking frame would move on.=- (d)

Morgen Brace yourself. They seemed to be suddenly bombarded with natives of Aberdeen, all curiousy and full of inquiry and praise and welcome. Morgen turned his head to check on his sisters, to make sure they did not get jumbled in the crowd and lost. Constance was thoroughly enjoying herself, but the 3 year old was not. She pouted her lip and her fair little face gave a cringe, and soon ensued into tears. Plucking her away from Constance, he brushed his lips over her brow then passed her to Aofie. "I will seek a servant to show you to the guest rooms, best take her there. It has been a long trip and she needs rest." And so they were quickly shown a room, leaving Morgen alone midst the people* of Skye within the court room of Aberdeen. Clasping his hands behind his back, offering a nod hear and there and the professional, polite smile.(d)

Shaden: "Hurry wouldn't be the word I would use.. perhaps.. craving " she smiled her words for him alone.. the crowds presseing closer some offering flowers.. one a yellow rose.. of peace.. it's edges rimmed in pink.. this was lifted and tucked behind a dainty ear.. framed in copper curls as she held the other flowers, and small tokens of welcome.. lace handkerchiefs and ribbons in her arms like she indeed was a princess of some sort.. curtseies and inclines of her head would meet all that sough out her audience.. but her attention always returned to the man at her side.. to those who were not intimate with the couple.. they might think him a guard.. for surely his brawny size and stature would allow him that status on it's own.. as well as the close confine he kept in course with the Icy Courtesan.. " Or perhaps Eager.. would be a better word " the quarters on the ship had not exactly been condusive to privacy.. (d)[/font]

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

The Captains Quarters were right under the landing of the helm, not hard to find as she lead him to the large stained glass windowed door. Flicking the handle, she pushed the door open, supporting his weight with her own as she lead him inward. There was a single window, large against the back wall with a cushioned window seat stretching the length of the window. A desk sat within the left corner of the door, a dark oak in which a map and papers littered the top. A plump large backed chair sat behind the desk, slightly cokeed to the side from the last time she had occupied it. Sharing the same corner was a wash area completely with basin built into the counter and a pitcher of water always at the ready, below it, towels and such for any need. A square rug lay upon the wooden floor within the center of the room decorated in a deep red and black design of swirls and twists. within the right corner, growing outward from the dip in ceiling due to the stairs that occupied above to the helm, the bed sprouted between two wooden pillars in which had been carved with Egyptian symbols, a queen sized plush setting that was surprisingly enough was made up, overstuffed pillows lay underneath a blanket of Black cotton, lined in the same crimson red as the rug. That was the extent of the room, no paintings or decorations around the room, plain and simple. Elegant. Closing the door behind them, she lead him towards the bed then carefully ushered him to sit down upon the edge. Taking his hand between her own again, she pinched the nerve between his thumb and forefinger again, this time holding it for two seconds more before releasing. "If this method doesn't help I have another method, but it will throw off your taste buds so I'd rather not use it I'm sure this one does not work." She spoke softly. "Tilt your face up, please"As she spoke, she let her fingers raise to his chin and tilt it upward. Celadon eyes watched his own for a moment before she let her fingers drift off his chin. Moving across the room to the basin, she filled it with the pitcher of water before kneeling down to pull a washcloth from underneath and then dip it into the cool water and ring it off. Turning, she stalked towards him again as she folded the cloth and then placed it at his forehead holding it for a moment before running it down one side of his face to his chin and then the other. "Better?"Asked in a soft honeyed voice that was not uncommon in the pirate but rarely seen. The bull just brought it out of her, as much as he brought out her anger. Hopefully his seasickness was somewhat dissipated, hopefully now all he needed was sleep. *


There was much to learn about the Pirate here in this moment, yet even his eyes failed him. The Duke and Duchess had been settled, and he had been given his own room. However was it so wrong to want to be here? To be close to her? The bed.

Amber orbs were hidden behind his heavy lids as shaken hands went to remove the layers of fabric that fell over his flesh. The heat was unbearable be it of his fever or the very presence of the woman before him, but it was felt.

"I..have never craved such a luxury." He spoke in raspy low sounds as one eye opened to find her. "In the Arena I had not known such comfort as a bed of down." Was he rambling? Yes, but it wasn't often he spoke of his life before Avaria, or before Tommy. "but the sleeping arrangements on the ship.." His head fell in the palm of his hands as to rub away the tired feeling, before he would start to pull on the workings of a fine tailor. Soooooo many buttons, ties...bows. Lord he looked and felt like a fool. Too many clothes held him back.

He accepted the water and almost sighed once the cool cloth was pressed to his head. Yet, it would not be until she continued with the dabbing of his forehead would open his eyes to take in the sight of his caretaker. One hand would then raise to wrap his fingers gently around her wrist to still the motion of her much smaller hand.

"Are you always this generous Pirate? Tending to those who do not deserve it?"



She continued to run the rag along his face even as he struggled to remove the layers of clothing from his body. Lord above but she was nearly shaking within her skin. Sure the two had been alone before but never within a bedroom and here he was undressing. It wasn't disturbing but well, hard to describe. Celadon eyes lowered to look at the floor as he spoke of the arena. It heated her blood, what was done to him and others who were enslaved. It was hard to hear it, even just a small part of it but secretly, she was glad to know more of his life. Wanted to know more. She stopped the rubbing of the rag to his face as he clasped her wrist and her eyes rose again to meet his face.

She hummed a small laugh and there was a twitch to her lips in a smile. He melted away the ire that had coursed through her veins for days at him, for walking away after she had been so open but that heart of hers had steeled, locked away and it looked as if he had the key and was slowly unlocking it once more. Much as she didn't want him to but part of the anger within her was humiliation, humiliation at revealing so much and having him walk away. It tore at her and in return, she had gotten angry over it. When had they not angered each other? Hardly ever a day went by when they saw each other that they did not. What did he do to her on the second day of their meeting? Threw her in jail. They were passionate about their views even if they thought the other was wrong. After a few moments of silence, she let out a sigh while wiggling her arm from his grasp to unfolded and refolded the rag to the cooler side.

"Why do you not deserve it?"

Curious as to why he felt he did not deserve care when ill. After a pause she continued quite quickly to get it all out.

"anytime the court needs to sail and you go, you may take my bed...it will help you, you need your wits about you."

A brow shot upward and the corner of her mouth lifted up, was she teasing or being mean. Not even she was sure. Raising her hand again, she placed the rag against his forehead and took his hand and raised it to hold the rag there.

"Hold this..and let me help you...you need to get out of these layers, your body is to hot and the clothes are keeping in the heat.."

She began to work the buttons open of his clothing where his shaking hands could not.

"What...What was the arena like?" She was hesitant to ask but in all honesty, was curious about it. About his life, him.



"I enrage you, yet still you are the first to come." Such a nobleman anymore. Can a man truly be tamed from the wild? Here he was dressed in royal attire, fitting of his title. Yet exotic undertones in his flesh, dark eyes that spoke a thousand stories of battles won and lives lost. However even the matted tendrils of his hair anymore seemed to be misplaced, and the thought had crossed his mind to have them removed. They had been started in his early life, by the hands of the Briar Rose tendress whose customs were different of his own. However she was not a woman of Skye then, but a woman enslaved to bare his child. A jungle beauty captured but in turn well taken care of by the prize fighter. Her purity had been saved, for the man whose bed she was to share wasn't one to pass around his body without...a fight. Of course right?


He would twist his shoulders to insist the clothes be shed as quick as possible.

"I am not used to being so..trapped." Just the word like poison on his lips stung as it left and he stood to let the overcoat fall. He felt trapped, confined something he struggled with, but as well something he was slowly overcoming.

"I do not want to talk about the Arena, I want to hear about your son." He spoke softly reaching out to close his fingers over the hem of her coat.



"You do not deserve care because you enrage me. Now there is one I've never heard before."A teasing smile twisted the side of her lips as she worked to pull the layers of clothing from his body. Lord but if this was any other time, the pirate would of jumped at the chance to seduce him. Then again, he wasn't just anybody and what he had made her feel set him aside from any other she had known. As it was, she hadn't 'seduced' any since her son was conceived.

"You seem to forget we enrage each other. We're two sides of a storm Maahes, you and I, raging one minute and just a gentle rain the next."

She stopped when he admitted to feeling trapped and moved away from him to the back window. Kneeing the cushioned seat, she flicked a small all most unseen latch and two of the doors swung outward letting a breeze of fresh salty air to wharf through the air. There was all most a grin on her lips as she lifted off the seat and moved back towards him.

"You keep fighting it but we are more alike then you think."She spoke softly as he stood and she pulled the overcoat from his arms and tossed it onto the bed. Moving away from him, she returned to the basin to re wet and ring out the wash rag before returning to him again as he asked about her son. The veins in her neck visibly pulsed and her jaw flinched. She watched his hand close around the hem of her coat, she swallowed a lump within her throat before letting her eyes raise to his face.

"His name was Issa, as you well know"She humph'd, his name was on her neck, of course he knew. After a moment she continued as she tilted his head back and ran the rag against his neck. More so she didn't have to look into his face.

"My mother, her name meant god comforts, I named him for my mother, his name meant God saves. My mother was the kindest and most gentle woman I had ever known. My father used to tell me though that she had this fire in her, the same one that shines in my eyes."She paused and laughed before shaking her head with a sigh"Any ways, it doesn't matter. Issa fought so hard to be born. Before I escaped the oceans majesty, I was beaten by a former crewmember, Marcus Daniels, because I wouldn't submit him, I wouldn't let him have me once I was a slave on their ship. He knew I was pregnant and made it a point to try to make me miscarry. I didn't of course and fled to Paradise Point. I remained there during my pregnancy and the building of this ship."She paused again to raise her eyes skyward to the ceiling then down again. She watched his hand at the hem of her coat. Lord what was she doing, why was she telling him this? She wanted desperately to pull away, to be able to shut him out but she found herself speaking again in the same honeyed sweet voice"I was in labor for two days before he made his presence into the world. His cry, was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. I was sure my mother had a hand in bringing him to me. To save me my bloodlust life. He was, I knew when I held him, that he was the best part of me and I didn't want him to know his mother was a dirty rotten pirate. So I gave him up, I told Sam to take him, to give him to a family on the island and tell them to keep his name Issa, so that wherever my mother was, she would know this was her grandson and she would look out for him...I always thought I had time...time to return and get to know him. A friend there said he looked like his father but that he had the shape and color of my eyes, Egyptian eyes..."

Again she paused, realizing that she was shaking, every fiber of her was shaking and she felt the poisonous rage within her swelling. She was frightened of the rage within her, frightened because she felt as she once had upon the Ocean's Majesty, blood thirty, unforgiving, cruel. Seeing only red, sated only with the screams of the dying.

"But he wasn't protected. He may of been murdered by other hands, but it might of well of been me, I damned him...."She reached out to his hand at the hem of her coat and closed her hand over his wrist"Stay away from me Maahes..I'll damn you too...forget I ever said anything to you..." Make me hate you so that I stop feeling for you more then I should. Let me push you away....don't let me go.



Words lost their touch without the raw emotion of honesty. The heartfelt cries of another; though she shed no tears he felt them. Felt them like rain falling against his flesh--the rain she felt they were, a storm. She wanted to be away from him, as he wanted to be away from her. Yet all he could think about was wrapping her up, kissing away this rain that fell invisibly from her eyes. Until it was all he thought about, until it happened.

Maahes stood slowly the full height of his frame casting the shadow of his figure over her own. However his body never strayed less then an inch from her own. The heavy captains coat she wore smelled like the sea, he knew this because he slowly worked his fingers to undo the buttons and when it opened there was a breath of life that rushed out. Pulling the heavy fabric from her shoulders in many ways he was freeing her as his own freedom had been won. It did not matter what she wore underneath, nor would it matter if she wore nothing at all. He still slowly snaked the palm of his hands up her arms over her shoulders and then down her back as he pulled her close.

There was safety there in his arms against his chest. Like a stone mountain side that could not be moved. It was one sure thing that Maahes could promise. He was going no where, anytime soon. There was not that bit of adventure that ran wildly in his veins, or the need to be free from all that binds. He had made a home in Skye; one that was being worked on as they spoke.

"I have fought my way out of worse hells then you could ever damn me to, Pirate." He spoke against her hair in secret fighting her at this moment. He did not need her, she was what he killed, no matter how noble she could turn, it would never replace what she was. He wasn't ready for what he wanted, nor did he realize how badly he was falling for her. However there he was cradling this woman who had been the cause of many sleepless nights. How would Anulia feel? What about Tommy? At this moment he didn't care, he simply wanted to make her feel as warm and as welcome as she had made him. Get lost in these arms, Ealora they don't get offered very much.

Try to push me away..we'll see how far you get.




There it was, that connection that frightened and mystified her. No words passed between then for the longest time and still she knew without words that he felt her. Felt the guilt, the pain and the rage within her like poison in her veins. Celadon eyes lifted to his face as he stood. She flinched visibly it was only a matter of seconds that the two stood less then an inch from each other, it felt like an eternity and then he was pushing the Captains coat from her shoulders. Lids sank over celadon eyes to a close as she felt his fingers brushing the bare skin of her arms up to her shoulders and then around to her back. Her skin burned where he had touched her, fire, pure fire ran through her veins, burning brought where his hands landed on the flesh of her back. She wore a black vest etched with golden embroidery beneath the coat with black britches to match but it didn't seem to matter, she felt him beneath the clothing as if she wore nothing at all. Slowly she became aware that he was drawing her close and that her arms slowly snaked their way around his shoulders to his neck.

He was a complete mass of muscle, strong as the wooden pillars of the bed behind them but his touch while it lit a fire within her she had never felt before in her lifetime, his arms around her were a comfort she had not experienced since in a long time. She felt his breath against her hair, heard him speak and pulled the sounds in as if this were her last moment, as if in the next she would disappear from the world. How she wanted to laugh, how she wanted to bite back at him. We shall see Bull, we shall see. His unspoken words were felt, got lost within his arms? She was indeed getting lost within them, allowing herself unwillingly to open up to him once more.

Pulling her face back to look into his own deep brown eyes. Slowly she let one of her hands trail up the side of his neck and over the curve of his cheek and across the rough stubble of facial hair continuing upward until she reached the tendrils of his hair. Slowly, as if savoring the moment he was letting her touch him and not running away, she fingered the beads within his hair. A smile twitched on her lips as she fingered the golden beads she had given him now woven within the thickness of his hair before letting her hand fall to press against his chest over his heart. Did he feel her own heart pounding within her chest, daring him to pull away from her, daring him to heed her warning. Daring him to feel what she had all ready said. That he was within her, whether he wanted it or not, that he was within her whether she wanted him to or not. Do you feel it bull, what you do to me.. .She let out a sigh, relaxing within his arms as she lay her head against his chest, breathing in the rough scent of him. She let the feel of him soak into her forehead and course through her body. She felt it again, those unspoken words. Daring her to push him away.

What if I do...Will you fight me if I push...or will you run...again...


Then chase me.. [/i]

Tonight we are not a storm..nor the rain..we are simply the place where the earth meets the sky. That distant horizon of endless possibilities. Where the rests each day..there within your eyes.

There was such a long silence between them until his frame started to strain from the curve in his spin as he held her. It was something that was easily fixed just as the night on the shore. Up her body would go in one sweep until she was raddled like a child against his chest. Off her boots-- off with the blades; anything to make her more comfortable as he eased her back into the bed.

Perhaps had it been someone else, her outburst of silent emotion would have been played on until her body was taken advantage up. Yet tonight he simply wanted to hold her, make her feel safe. So off into their slumber they would pass until dreams wove together like bodies lost in the dark. Yet he was found. Found by something he'd never expected to care for..A pirate. [/color]

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

This was home.... Part I


Beathag: The afternoon was crumbling down in to the sea; ragged pieces of choppy light cutting clouds, skimming the water as the breeze smattered it out under the heels of steps moving through the mazes of city streets. To see it from the Aberdeen Castle was to see an impressive spread as one district gave way to another, one even holding the river as it flowed out to the sea. A bell tolled for Vespers, calling the faithful to their knees on a stone floor while it told others to seek shelter. There was no sleep last night, nor would any follow her now. The women of the morning had long since returned to stable their horses, leaving her now in the care of Kendrew whom feared losing her under the crest of a rising throng. Shop keeps, on the verge of shutting door, argued with the last customer as quarrel brought a long lost smile to her mouth in consideration. The languages were many, the dealing always the same. Some would keep to their quarters at Aberdeen Castle, others would enjoy a spread of feasts or the hospitality of the city. She only wondered what it was to walk the places she remembered, holding Caldonhan's reigns in hand. A few days for resting and merriment were they given...a few days of memory for her (d)

Shaden: Shaden had much to somes imaginations... done preciesly what they imigined and with whom they imigined it well into the night and most of the day.. Unpacking that is.. the many trunks of clothing she had brought with her.. enough to make Jack groan about women having to take everything but the kitchen sink.. but then again at present she didn't own a kitchen sink.. so there was not one to bring.. of course that argument had failed to bring a smile to his face.. when it was also annouced that while here at Aberdeen Court she would be keeping her own rooms.. instead of shareing.. reasons.. not really given.. but a sweet kiss was as he was scooted out of the rooms grumbeling like a bear.. today however after her unpacking was done.. she would traipse about the marketplaces and streets dressed unobtrusively her hair hidden by a fashionable hat.. with a modest plume.. nothing to showy as she was out to.. take in the lay of the land.. not be noticed.(d)

Ealora: It was a monumental occasion. At least where her book was concerned. She had slept through the night, eased into dreams not unpleasant. She did not awake with cold sweats and shaking from memories she was unable to escape. Through the evening until the next evening, she slept, peacefully, her arm craddled over the imposing figure next to her until the window which had been left open at the back of her room caught the wind and banged against the frame waking the pirate from a much needed rest. At first she thought she was dreaming until she realized her hand against the mass of a well toned belly was real. Humming a soft moan, she pressed her forehead into the back of the man infront of her before giving a gentle pat against his stomach as she rolled to her back."Fraggle Rock, how long did we sleep?!"She exclaimed as she looked towards the window to view the night sky beyond. A whole day?!*

Aegraine: New construction; all of this new to her and the counting of block rows began again, the compulsive habit of calculations, so much to go out and see. The young woman tied her hair back to hold it from the wind and leand out a window, to measure the sill, nice thick and well done, this impressed. "I need to see it form a distance." That would cover any new building she saw. "If only Pater could see this town this Aberdeen!" (d)

Maahes: There was a difference between night and day--but at the moment dawn met dusk as they stretched in between it somewhere. She was the moon, and he the sun--who would rise if the other refused to set? Sleep wasn't something he found at all really or easily, but slept he had--the entire night! Day. Whatever. However the voyage had caused his bronze flesh to turn green so the General needed the rest, but goodness had he ever dreamed it to be this good...until, she spoke. Like women do, and somewhere between his sleep and dreams he heard the little sparrow sing; until song became screech, and a screech to wake him. No there would be no good morning, good afternoon, or good night. Maahes would simply snake his hand up a body until it found the mouth of this little bird and COVERD it. From somewhere in the mass of pillows a grumble could be heard of his protest to her waking, and a voice rose muffled by the fabrics that surrounded him. "Shhhh" However he would then raise his head, the tendrils of his hair falling over his face to ask a question that plagued him, and with one eye open he : strained to speak in raspy sounds "What is a Fraggle?" (d

Beathag: "Bustling still. Be careful here." Kendrew's words fell on ears only intent on listening with half-hearted commitment. Her eyes went upward as the light streaked through the sky, dying, but still resiliant enough to hold on a little while longer while the torches were being lit to sunset's song. The Harper, for that is what she was here, would pass the company of the courtesan with a feather in her hat. "Goo' e'enin. Have ye found a good bargain yet?" Aegraine leaned from a window, to which the Duchess lifted her hand in a wave at her antics. "The trick is nay tae give in outright n' wait tae see wot the fellow two stalls o'er offers. Tha' is the magick. Two. " Moving on but a little ways she traded a copper penny for an apple to eat, wanting to taste the land in the food again. (d)

Shaden : She assumed if this Court were like many of the other Courts she had graced, that there would be endless rounds of feasting and balls, picnics on the grounds, games and mazes.. all sorts of things to distract minds from the powerful and powerless.. political tug of war that would be going on beneath the surface.. Indeed to paint and utopiaequse life at Court was half the battle.. intriuge and deciet were at everycorner..there were few to trust.. and even fewer to count on.. at Court.. everything was a game.. and the stakes were high. To every Game there was a spoiler.. hidden usually.. in a spylike manner...this game would undoubtely have several serpents.. of all types vying for riches and promises. So distraction was a key to placing oneself in an advantageouse position.. to that end.. Shaden was visting a well known seamstress of intimate apperal.. and some of the worlds most lovely courtly attire.. distraction was costly.. but french lace was well worth it. Inside the small shop she milled about delicate hands roaming over the fine fabrics, her hat removed and settled on the counter as she perused.. anypasserby looking thru the window of the shop would notice her.. flame colored copper curls were like a beacon of sorts,some might even know her.. as one of the Skye Courts enteraouge.. And indeed she was recognized and by none other than the Good Duchess herself as she left the shop.. a sevant boy following her closely with an armload of parcels as " Indeed that is usually the trick.. but french lace has no price to high.. " her smile was infectious , before she dipped a curtsy to the Grand Lady... " I do belive each time we meet there is an apple in question" laughter fell from her lips as she motioned the servant back toward the Keep..releasing him from anymore chores of shopping at least for this day(d)

Ealora: The hand that covered her mouth was licked before she wiggled out from behind it. Sliding off the bed, she went about picking up her boots and her belt with the Sais still attached"Its my own little saying, don't ask"She spoke to the mass beneath the pillows and sheets as she leaned against the desk to pull her boots on. Hell, she even slept clothed, that was another first! "If your not getting up, I'm going to leave you here"A teasing smile tossed to the unseen face of the bull as she pulled her final boot on then unlatched the belt and lay it around her waist and latched it again.*

Aegraine: It was not prayer that animated her lips, with soundless words, but a patterning of syllables, meaningless to any but her family. She was recording the buildings, photographic memory with cues to recall the host place and any where she could get out and see up close. To this end, she was going to go out walking with any suitable group of Skye folks she found. "I wonder how much time free time there is todday?" As if it were a tour and she was on it. (d)

Aslan: "Go on without me." He muttered to himself just not ready to wake just yet. Rolling away from the light one arm wrapped around one of the stuffed pillows and curled it against his chest. Missing something? Yes he was. Just five more mom. (d

Jack Flynn: Seanna had been quiet while she and her Da had woven their way through the markets, her mind still attempting to understand what Ealora had told her in the gardens. The poor child couldn't fathom it. Why wouldn't people like Aodhan and be friends with him? He was just a boy. Was it really his skin that set him so apart? Seanna looked up at her Da, her face serious and stern looking. She wondered why people couldn't be more like him, an' auntie Bess, an' Ealora. Whenever her Da had taken her out to the market, her Da always took her through Carnival Lane, he'd always had warm smiles for the traders there. No matter what their skin color! The child huffed her to herself, her mind still refusing that something like Aodhan's skin could be why the other kids refused to play with him. It had to be because he was boy. Even when her Da got her a sticky bun, Seanna still frowned. Jack was quiet, letting is *his daughter have her time to think. Still, it broke his heart to see her look so serious. Then Jack looked up from his daughter, allowing a quick smile. "Seanna.... I think I see Sir Kendrew.... Dae ye see 'im? " Seanna's eyes rose, brightened, at the news. She stood on her tip-toes, trying to see. She saw him, "I dae!" The Irishman smiled, "An' who tis tha' wit' him?" There was a pause, "Auntie Bess!" And in an instant, Seanna had released her Da's hand and was off like a shot. Jack smiled as he trailed behind her, wondering what Bess was making of the shouts of "Auntie Bess! Auntie Bess!" (d)

Beathag: Apples, vice, a backwards attempt at religion. What better laughable pair to do this than a religious harlot and a heathen leader of state? Biting into the flesh of the sweet fruit she happily failed any attempt at forgoing temptation with each second she relished the juice and texture. "There are, sae long as there's nay a sermon we'll be fine m'thinks," she wiped a bit of juice from her chin. "This trip shall nay be sae bland then with the likes o' yerself aboundin', mayhaps now I can properly come tae know ye sober --" The affectionate, short name turned her eye up, only to find the sound was in a lower, closer to the earth tone. Before she could say much else a child clapped hold to her skirts as if she'd been seeking her for weeks! It had only been a pair of days but for one so small it could be akin to forever. "Ooch! Now what have I got 'ere?" Atop the stead the little boy holding the reigns would giggle, if not a bit shy like. Aberdeen did something to his spirit you see, for while his green eyes and traces of gold hair left no difference to who mother was, his dark skin made him no chance of being Adam's blood son, and he paid the price for this in the curiosity of others. Even now some looked on in disgust - she sold her soul to the devil to make a dark child, a common line, one she'd heard before, or that she had been captured by the Moor's on a crusade was another becoming a favorite! A few looked on him with pity as if to wish his skin pale. "Seanna! Now, Ah hope ye Da is with ye.." She plucked up the little girl and kissed her many times, settling her atop the horse so Aodhan might do the same, right before him so he could hold her and they could share the reigns. (d)

[/b]Shaden[/b]: Shaden dipped another Curstey to Lord Campbell who was at the Duchess' side.. " Good to see you again Sir Kendrew " then a small girl came running full tilt at the trio shouting out as children often do in glee upon seeing a loved one.. behind the child moved a man she had noticed before but not been properly introduced to.. her eyes took him in as she sized him up..a winsome smile greeting him as he made his way toward them, before her attention was turned back to the Duchess's comments " Why I don't know what you mean... I'm as gentle as a kitten.. and less trouble than a lamb.. " a copper brow lifted in playful jibe " I would enjoy getting aquainted with you more personally.. your grace " she smiled as the Duchess's lower quarters were practically pounced by the small girl.. her eyes now lifting to the approaching Capitain (d)

Ealora: She eyed the tangled mass of limbs and sheets and shook her head with a snort"Have it your way then"She tossed his way before leaving her quarters and the ship behind. She hadn't been lying when she said she'd leave him behind if he wouldn't get up. It was a short walk to the market. At least it seemed so while she was left to think over what had happened the day before. The stares did not bother her, nor the leers or whispered words at her backside as she moved about the throng of the market. One market was like the next, busy and full of life.*

Aegraine: Aegraine just followed a few of the people she had seen on the voyage here, wandering about the market place and the displays of fresh foods, a treat after days at sea. A child with a tray of a flat baked cake got her attention. And then realized she had wandered off,turned about and looked all around. "I should have counted my steps." And then obvserved the child Senna hurry over to the ladies. She hurried to get closer to anyone recognized...or a building she could use as a marker. (d)

Amhlaidh: The evening fell with glorious fight but it could hold back the night. No longer was the cover of a cloaked in need as the shadows of market stretched long and dark. Though age had caught up to the once youthful spirit, it could not break the soul. Inside an aged chest beat a heart of hearts, and in that mass of tissue a legacy was born. There was his Bess, the daughter he had once dreamed of but not an ounce of his blood shared her own. Battles were lost and won over the years, but all seemed to lead back to these lands. Somewhere he would forever be bound to Aberdeen, and the White Hound that should be sitting at the throne. Soon, poppet..soon. You shall see in time why I have been

MaahesA good stretch sent the Lion into the waking process and he shivered as the air bit at his bare flesh. chyt. He thought to himself looking out as his complicated mess of clothing that was wrangled in the floor. I've got to figure out how to put that all back on. (d

Beathag: "M'girl ye've come along way then." She crossed her arms over the other as she leaned into the horse, in to both children as their laughter made her own abound. "Now we are taegether.." The copper-headed siren could sing a song of allure that would drag men down from any place to her, yet the song that tempted her the most was the voice of a child. Children were more honest in any emotion. Unadulterated anger would pass to reveal a smile, and a love that knew no bounds beneath it. As Aegraine and Ealora came to join them, she pointed them out so that the children could see. "N' how taegether we are! Now, wot shall we dae with this night, is the question.." Around the corner was a thoroughfare that upon investigation had seemed to change as little over the years as her face did.."M'lasses, n' lads..perhaps ye would like tae come with meh on a walk n' see the land as it is meant tae be seen." (d)

Shaden: SHe smiled as Aegrain adn Ealora came to join the small group.. then oddly enough lifted her skirts to point to the most non senseical shoes every made to be walked upon '" I fear my footware does preclude me from such a walk.. but I would be happy to.. join youanother day.. right now.. I have.. matters to attend to.. " there was a saucy tilt to her brow that gave one pause to wonder just what in the world she would be attending.. or likey who? " Evening Lady Elora.. Lady Aegraine.. Your Grace.. Sir Kendrew ... Children " all were bowed to gracefully before a quick retreat was made toward the keep.. french lace.. was waiting after all (d)

Ealora: "Shaden.."She tipped her head to the woman with a smirk curling the sides of her lips upward. As if she knew what the woman was up to. "Shoes, bah, I am only in boots because that's what people expect people to wear. What do outsiders say about savages, nothing on their feet and nothing in their brain"she rolled her eyes around, catching a woman giving her a slanted glare and Ealora, being the lovely pirate she was, hissed at the woman like the panther she was. The woman shrunk back in horror and Ealora let out a laugh as she turned celadon eyes to the Duchess with the children on the horse"Evenin' your Grace"A mischievous smile on her lips.*

Aegraine: Plain leather shoes, with cut outs, like straps, show from the hem of her skirt, servicable but not her dancing shoes for sure. "Your Grace" she echoed, her voice slightly haughty in natural tone ..or was it the slight touch of English accent that gave it that sound? " I am so glad to see you all here, so interesting these shops and all.(d)

Maahes "A walk sounds great." So spoke the Beast as he moved in behind a Duchess whose opinion of him had perhaps been tainted in their last meeting. Yet here he was..still trying to fasten the overcoat of his form fitting attire. Aye, he had managed to get back inside for the most part, but there were too many buttons. Did he have it on backwards? The two small children came into view and he gave a small dip in his chin. "So this is home?" Returning his attention to Duchess on horseback before scanning his surroundings. "Looks like Skye." He grumbled under his breath. (d

Jack Flynn: Jack had come through the crowd, having been behind Seanna as the girl had shot through the crowd toward her Auntie. As he drew near, he saw Seanna smile to Aodhan. The girl asked, "Did ya 'ave a good day, Aodhan?" When the boy had smiled, no matter how shy it had been, the wee girl's smile had grown. Aodhan was smilin'! As Jack near, he smiled to those present. There was a bow of his head. Then he grinned at Ealora, just offering her a knowing look. Oh aye, Seanna had told him what the lady pirate had said alright. (d)

Beathag: She turned around to see the Beast's shadow thrown over her. Dwarfing the torchlight, it was a cool, comfortable thing to be in all of the same. He had a presence that reminded him of Kendrew's when he was not brewding. Quiet, vigilant. "Skye is still an Isle n' Scotland, n' Scotland is green n' a little gray skied. Moors n' full o' heather, but Ah assure ye, tis not Skye." She nodded her head before turning out to the street again.."this is...home." The call was too much, so she smiled. If they followed, they would come behind the horse that carried the children on his back as she moved towards the street. It was too dark, too narrow for Kendrew's taste with doors shut against people at the day's end. Not alleys cutting across. Exact path, but still. He seemed to knit his brow with sincere disproval. God, he'd be catering to all sorts of strange ventures wouldn't he? He really hoped Lord Aberdeen would find an intinerary soon to keep his beloved wife and court busy or he'd find no rest. No, he did not trust neither the king's men or the area to do what he could. The breeze was cool, sweet. Touching of autumn (d)

Aegraine: She turned to regard Maahes for a minute who seemed to appear out of nowhere and still working on the buttons of his jacket. She all most snorted but left well enough alone when she saw Jack approaching. A brow shot upward in curiousity at the look he was giving her."Cap'n Jack"Honeyed voice seemed to say his name more in question then statement, was the man feeling all right? A roll of eyes to find the Duchess was moving forward. Palms pressed against the solid leather twined hilt of the sais on either side of her hips, fingers curling inward, no she was not getting ready to fight, it was merely comfortable for her to hold them, know they were they are they walked.*

Aegraine: "Home." she thought of what that word meant to her. A campfire when traveling with her family to another construction site, all darkness did not look the same. What was the night like here, outdoors? Cooler? Aegraine folded her sleeves down and walked along. Inhaling the air, this time a calm in her life, a thing to remember with all the other sensations of the town. (d)

Maahes: Did he turn his nose up? Hands fell away from his jacket in a dry regard to the rest, as Maahes simply was not a morning person..or an anytime person. However as the time would pass he would slip back into the comfort of the company. Reaching a hand out he placed it over Aodhan's knee and gave a gentle pat before meeting the eyes of his mother. "Let's see this home." Like a good boy, Maahes took hold the ropes that ran over the horse's neck and helped correct it's position. "You and I need to talk" He spoke quietly so only she could hear eyes moving from the ground then to return to hers as he let the horse go. "Find me soon?" (d

Beathag: She inhaled a gust of the past in flaring nostrils. All other voices would have slipped away were it not for Maahes' rumble shaking away the hold reaching out to her as they climbed up to the street's center. Away from the main road, something came across of talk, of being found. "Aye, m'friend. Ah'd like tha'. ..." The children fussed on horse back, wanting to see the environment at their own level. As she plucked each one down from the horse, they'd get a kiss. Of yet, the daughter of the Admiral clung to one end of her skirt as Aodhan was fixed to the other. "Tis only a piece o' home. Ye know..there are only a few such places in the city n' ..they lead out tae the other reaches..used to run them as a little girl. Down tae the docks. Seas always been life's blood 'ere, water. Then we'd gae tae the market to sell the steel too.."Beathag sounded a transient in her own body, as if trespassing because her mind was victim to a memory. She saw herself, her kindred on a night similar to this, moving up..up after a long day. It was so lifelike..only..."Seanna..Aodhan?" Her skirt had been released as it was not memory she saw in retreat, but the children! "Wait!"

Kendrew: Kendrew grumbled under his breath as he made it to the group of people just as Beathag was advancing beyond. Damn! "I'm not fond of this place already." He articulated, following after (d

Ealora: She silently walked behind the Duchess with the horse and the bull. Somewhere Jack was among them or at least she thought so but the pirate was to busy looking around and drawing in the words of the Duchess. Sure she did not know the woman well, but she admired her strength, something that shown through beyond anything else. Whether others saw it was a mystery but Ealora saw it, felt it. It was why she gave her loyalty without a second thought, without needing to know ever thread of detail. The Duchess voice lifting brought her attention around. Oh Fraggle Rock! She quickened her steps to after the hurrying group.*

Aegraine: Unmasked. She saw them all for who they were, for the Masque was introduction to most here. Being in this city, here and now was another layer of mask undone; to see folks in their time before this homeland. Aegraine followed, her eyes took in the scenery and she kept listening, learining. The accent was not so easy for her, yet. (d)

Jack Flynn Many were the times that Jack had smiled and laughed,calling his dear Seanna a spritie, an imp, and one of the fae. But now? The briefest of isntants, a glance away would prove just how fae like his daughter was. It would be some fleeting memory that would draw away Bess' eye, some gesture to steal way Jack's attention. An', like a changeling, Seanna had stolen away with Aodhan. It had been Bess' cry for the children, that had brought a chill to his heart. There was an Irish Gaelic curse upon his lips as he, like Bess, set out after the kids. (d)

Kendrew: The Old Chamberlain had called Beathag 'Changeling' many times over. Kendrew could see why in this narrow street. Like Seanna was the sprite, Beathag's features seemed more fae-like with her golden hair and jewel eyes than human, as she ran up the street, seeming to flicker one inch too many beyond his full reach --

Beathag Just an inch away from the tips of his fingers, but too many yards to reach out and snatch up the children. "Seanna, Aodhan, stop! Stop now..Aodhan!" They were swallowed up by a shadow. Her heart sank to her heels. The beat of it filled up her ears. "Aodhan?" She turned the corner too then. This wasn't what she had meant but leading them up the single street, turning out in a place that had carried them away from the sounds of the market, the people, to the loud churn of the tide. Grasses tickled at legs, reaching up to the waists. "Seanna?" The shape of them was just ahead, so she picked up her skirts, revealing the boots always beneath as somehow she navigated it with the same expert skill the young did, as if the body never forgot. (d)

Ealora: What were the children thinking, running off like that! The little girl had warmed Ealora heart where it was icy with the death of her son, she was scared. Scared for the safety of the little girl and the little boy that was her friend, so it was with ease she stayed on the heels of the Duchess, only sparing a twitching grin at the revealing of the boots beneath the skirt. Oh what a scandal this would be were it a funny situation, but it was not and the smile slid from her lips as quickly as it had formed.*

AegraineTilts and turns her head, as if it were mechanical, looks to answer the question, " I am Aegraine; some say Lady lePower. From Waterford, by way of Ulster. And sir? Who do you be?" She spoke, increasing her walking speed, along with those before her. (d)

Maahes: "I.." He stilled watching the rest run ahead. "Excuse me." Ooooh point one Maahes for manners as he pressed through the crowd to follow, but thought it best to cut them off so he would turn for another direction in hopes it would turn rout to cut them off. (d







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[Lady Shaden Aramoire]

Shaden: The Court of Robert the Bruce was indeed.. expansive.. all week long festivities had been taking place.. the castle itself one massive seeming feast and revelry.. to this some might think would be a courtesans greatest stage.. most times it was.. but in the late afternoon on this chilled first day of fall.. she had sought out a more peaceful venue.. indeed borrowing a horse from the stables she had ridden out quite alone into the countryside.. amidst the changing fall leaves her coppery mane vied for attention of the brilliant fall sun.. Cantering down across a small lonely vale...by a brook.. one would think her some noble strayed from the courtly pack.. riding habit of forest green trimmed in gold shown expensive and flawless taste.. It must have been a sight to behold to anyone to come upon it.

CaptainJackFlynn: It seemed as though she was not the only of Skye's worthies to have sought out the quiet places of Scotland. Or to have borrowed a horse. Although coming from a different direction, there was no mistaking the arrival of another rider. As this new rider drew closer, she would soon discover that it was the man that had intrigued her so. Both at the castle's ball and the previous day, when in the markets. Had she formally been introduced to him?

Shaden : She pulled the spirited mare that she was riding to a halt, chestnut flanks showed the lather of a hard ride, the flesh beneath the riding crop shivered slightly as she stroked the beast calming it.. The Male Rider approached.. "Captain Flynn if I remember right ?" with a regal incline of her elegant copper curls, upswept into a tumbled mass of fire she greeted him.. " Tis a lovely day for riding.. I see we had a common idea this day "

CaptainJackFlynn: T'was easy to determine how one might assume that two nobles had, by happenstance, come a riding this day. For his stay in the court of Robert the Bruce, the Irishman had taken to wearing one of the more formal (and better cared for) uniforms for his time in Aberdeen. If she allowed her-self such thoughts, might the courtesan admit he looked handsome? The cloth of the over coat was of a dark blue colored, picked out and trimmed with golden thread. It complimented well his waistcoat and trousers in the lighter creme, his boots - which went to his mid-thigh - were of black and polished leather. There was a smile as he was hailed, guiding his mount over toward her. "Aye, tha' ah'am...." He reached up, gently tipping his tricorn in greeting. "I dae nae believe we 'ave 'ad tha pleasure, m'lady. I 'ope tha my reputation, iffen ye 'ave 'eard o' it, tis a favorable one..."

Shaden: Such thoughts were always allowed, rarely voiced but allowed.. as most men that crossed her path were quickly sized up and relegated to the proper niches in her horizons of possibilities.. some merely did not suit her needs or wants and were discarded much as an out of vogue sample of fabric.. or tattered ribbon would be.. those perhaps were the lucky ones.. others fell into categories.. or possible clients, patrons. Political allies.. and sometimes even friends.. that was rare indeed.. Glacial green hues just the color of frozen seawater turned up to him , fringed in dark lashes as her mount sidled toward his.. " I shall not disclose the.. discourse of your person , but it was indeed favorable.. " a kidskin gloved hand was offered toward him " Shaden Aramoire.. " no title.. no flourish of standing just.. simply Shaden Aramoire..

CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman had some courtly training it seemed, although it was just a bit rougher than the finer polished doings of the courtesan. The Irishman took her hand lightly, offering a gentle kiss to the back the hand, "M'lady." The kiss had been gentlemanly. At her words? There was a quick smile, near to fast to be lost, as his lips lifted into a smile. Which twitched the brand on his cheek, "Just sae, just sae." He offered a nod of his head, "Tis a pleasure ta be makin' yer aquaitance, m'lady." There was a smile. Bess had once, laughingly, that he couldn't call her "Bess" and that he had to call her "the Duchess" or "m'lady." That had been enough to see that the Irishman applied that to everyone.

Shaden A soft blush crept over her cheeks.. becoming in the crisp air " The pleasure is for us both Captain.." she nodded gracefully allowing her hand to remain in his a moment too long.. before retrieving it from his grasp.. a soft smile pulled at the corners of ripe full lips.. reminiscent of late summer plums.. Copper curls tilted slightly as she studied him a moment " SO I take it you were.. stifled at Court and wished for a bit of free air?" straightforward without pretense as to her reason of being outdoors.. and asking if his were much the same.. a winsome face turned out toward the countryside then, as if mentally sketching it's beauty and locking it away for later.

CaptainJackFlynn: "Aye," He said quietly, There was a shake of his head, "Did nae think tha' t'would bode well ta depart upon a ship just yet...." He shrugged. There was a frown, "I perfer Tarus Lan ta Aberdeen......" Tarus Lan was home, now. There was a soft smile, "Tha Duchess 'as asked me ta stay... an' I knae tha' m'daughter would nae yet be leavin' young Aodhan..."

Shaden: Turas Lan is indeed a beautiful place and not as cloistering as this place... I swear there is a point were service becomes annoyance.. and should any servant ask me once again can they help me or do for me.. I shall grow wings and three heads and become a screeching harpy " she chuckled as she turned her mount still away from the direction of the castle.. " Yes we are all here at the Duchess' bidding.. to do our part.. and support Skye..." her smile was infectious as it dawned on her " So you are the father of the little girl who calls the Duchess Aunti Bess ?" her smile brightened with remembrance of the small girl who was so very loud the night before " She's a beautiful child you and your wife must be proud " the statement was both true.. but also crafted to glean information..

CaptainJackFlynn: There was a nod of his head and a smile as she mentioned the way that you could not move about the Bruce's court without tripping over a servant. There was a laugh, "Oh, aye.... Knae 'ow ya feel." There was a grin, "M'daughter does nae understand tha goin's on o' tha servants an' why they 'afta wait on e'eryone." While Seanna was familiar with the concept of valets and cabinboys from her Da, having someone constantly asking if they could do for her was odd. Specially since her folks had put a streak of independence and self-reliance in her. There was another laugh, a bit brighter, "Aye, tha' tis me Seanna." The smile, however, waned just a touch. "...... an' she was tha apple o' 'er Mum's eye......"


Shaden: was..... past tense the sadness that befell his eyes told the story still fresh and raw this wound " Forgive me.. I didn't know.. I'm sorry for you loss " her smiled receded from the bright gaiety just moments before to an empathetic softening of her lips. A thawing of the glacial hues as she looked boldly into his eyes " Tis better to have loved and lost than never at all.. I can see she was a lucky woman to have your love " now the smile deepened before she turned her face to the edge of the forest.. "I think I will ride on a bit... care to join me... I'm not quite ready to return.. just yet.. but not quite up to being alone either " her tone was soft..honeyed and warm...

CaptainJackFlynn: May'aps, in time, someone other than Bess'll learn of the relationship that he and Mairi had. There was a faint darkening of his expression and a rather snappish, "T'was Ireland she loved....." She could see the shock come in hisover what he said. There was a frown, a lowering of his gaze, ".... fergive me ...." He didn't say anything. Although he did smile, "Aye, t'would be likin' ta gae an' ride wi't ye. E'en fer a time."

Shaden : She would not presume to know the intircasiess of his marriage, nor the reason for his outburst.. if he chose to tell her he would do it .. in his own time.. in his own way.. " There is nothing to forgive.. grief is a harsh mistress.. one that will steal your soul..." she reached out then and took his hand in her gloved one squeezing it softly... " Come lets ride.. the fall leaves are beginning to turn.. and it's glorious " her tone changed now to excited joy.. perhaps for his benefit.. perhaps it was just her nature to flit from grief to joy in the span of a few words.. she was mercurial at best.. " Race you to the brook bridge " with those words she spurred her chestnut mare into a leap that landed in a full gallop.. the thin gauzy scarf that had covered her curls trailing behind her like a streamer as she headed out across the small vale following the winding stream toward the finish line.. an ancient stone bridge.

CaptainJackFlynn: Jack stared at her for a few moments, before laughing heartily and heading off in pursuit of Shaden. So the race was on! Both the horses flew over the earth, reaching for the ancient stone bridge. As for her quick change of mind , The Irishman paid it no thought. There was a laughter as they raced.

Shaden : Dirt clods were kicked up by both mounts across the green expanse of the vale.. thundering hooves and hearts raced in carefree competitiveness that edged on the boarder of insanity.. several ditches were jumped.. in a display of masterful horseman ship that he would have to admiring more than the beauty and form of the fragile dimiitive looking lady that spurred her horse on to dangerous speeds.. all the while her laughter floated toward him.. suddenly as was want to happen in these lands the sky darkened and rain begin to pour from the heavens.. just as the bridge was reached in tandem by the two... squeals of laughter as the cold droplets begin to pelt them.. she forewent the top of the bridge guiding her mount beneath for shelter..

CaptainJackFlynn: Jack laughed as they clattered on to the covered bridge, laughing heartily as he ducked down into the covering of the bridge. Jack shot her a wide grin, more of thanks than anything else. Then he looked up at the sky, then back to Shaden. There was a grin, "Sae... what tis yer idea now?"

Shaden: With a good natured roll of her eyes she dismounted, the mare.. reaching up with delicate hands to test the extent of the rains damage to her now uncovered curls.. and finding herself a sodden mess.. the scarf was unwound and used to pat dry her face and some of the curls.. " Well How was I suppose to know it would come a storm all the sudden?" she chuckled and grinned up at him from her barely five foot tall stance.. then winked and moved to the edge of the stone carved bridge to look out upon the sheets of rain, turning the landscape to grey.. " Amazing how it just washes everything clean... you can almost smell the renewal.. " her words trailed off.. her thoughts kept going ..... if only it were that simple to be washed clean. Gloves were folded into one palm as she leaned there lost in though.. a beautiful reverie...tinged with sadness.

CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman watched her quietly for but a few moments, before dismounting and walking toward the mouth of the covered bridge. There was a cant of his head, as he watched her. One could ask: who was the sad reverie for? Was it for Jack? Or was Shaden lost in her own thoughts? The Irishman was a foot taller than she. Jack joined her, quietly watching the rain fall from the sky. The Irishman reached out toward water, letting it fall into his hand. Jack smiled as he watched the rains, "'Ave ye e'er seen tha rains fall inta tha sea?"

Shaden : A soft shiver of her body, chilled with the dampness of the rain and the first autumn day temperature, her arms would cross before her, opposite hands running up and down the length of her arms to ward off the chill.. She watched him open his palm to the rain.. " I've been very few times upon the sea.. and those times were fortunate to have sunny days.. " her words were soft, and muffled by the sound of rain.. and far off thunder, she turned leaning her back against the bridge wall.. her eyes intently watching him, as she still warmed herself by effort of hands upon arms..

CaptainJackFlynn: There was a smile, a cant of his head, as he watched the rain. There was a smile, "..... I 'ave oft 'eld tha' tis nae more pleasin' sensation than bein' upon a ship.... wit' a gentle rain comin' from tha 'eavens...." Then again? Sea water was literally in the Irishman's veins. He grinned, "I 'ave seen worse days upon tha sea...." There was a glance at her, a smile.

Shaden Aramoire: "Perhaps your view of pleasure.. is a bit different that us that are more tied to the land " she chuckled softly, turning her face to look out at the swirling rain... her face in silhouette was elegant , yet told a slightly different story than when you looked at her head on.. Head on she was flawless.. her eyes so expressive, lips so tempting.. a smile that would light up a room.. but in contrast viewed from the side.. she was breathtakingly soft.. vunerable... dark lashes hid the icy green hues, fanning across cheeks covered with a golden smattering of freckles.. damp tendrils curling of their own accord about small perfect ears.. pinned with gold clasp pearls..that dangled against her the sweet flesh of her neck.. " Sounds like the sea is your calling Captain... the love for her is in your voice " oddly enough he had not even wondered.. what it was she did.. nor if he were sheltering beneath an ancient bridge with a married woman.. if there were likely some irate man out looking for her as they spoke..

CaptainJackFlynn: There was a soft bit of laughter at her words, "Aye...." There was a smile. The smile grew rather introspective, as he continued to watch the rain fall. ".... in all tha' I can remember, tha sea 'as been there." Why should he wonder of her past? Her future? She of Bess' court and that was suitable enough for him. His own past, of coure, flickered through his eyes as he watched the rain. (d)

Shaden: There was no reply to his words.. what was there to say.. the ,man loved the sea.. and was frightfully out of step without it's constant companionship.. his recent loss hung about him like a grief colored shroud.. She felt sorrow for him.. no pity but empathy.. for she knew what it was like.. to loose something that was dear to your heart.. " This rain does not appear to be letting up anytime soon.. " she looked out at it miserably... " perhaps we should brave a trip back thru it..?" she really didn't want to.. but neither did she want him obliged to stay with her for proprieties sake.. He had a daughter that would likely be needing him soon after all.

CaptainJackFlynn: Jack smirked over at her, smiling, "I dun think tha' ye'll melt...." Then he smiled, "An' aye.... should gae an' check on mah daughter."

Shaden : She nodded and turned bravely to her mount.. taking the saddle.. with a hesitant look toward the rain.. She headed dauntless back toward the castle.. along the roadway as fast as the weather would allow..

CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman headed back toward his own mount, mounting up as he got ready to head out as well. There was a smile as he joined her, mounted, as she headed back toward the castle.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

This was home..Part II

Beathag: "Aodhan Shirial Aberdeen, ye come back tae me this instant! Seanna.!" Her voice boombed over the grass but was lost in the upswept wind from the sea. The night had erupted in a shower of rain that made the clothes stick to the skin and the air seemed to perspire with mist, nothing unordinary for Scotland. Like a cat on the floor of the house, the fog crept through the grasses. At times, she could be seen seeming to catch the children, at others, they'd be lost again. Their laughter was eaten up by crack of thunder. Seanna cried aloud, reaching the threshold of a house on a hill, followed by Aodhan. He put an arm around her to guard his friend, tucking her in beyond open door. "Tis too dark, too dark!" Long skirts were thrown over a shoulder, sodden short stockings and glints of thick, bare leg defied modesty's causes (d)


Philippe Philippe has been keeping some what of a low profle making sure to stay in the background. The Templar Knight was taking advantage of his duties as well as his grandmaster order of being seen and not heard. Philippe's ears had heard many things while his mocha colored orbs had seen many seights. With the raining starting to pour harder and thunder's cracking growing lounder the Frenchmen was sent to look in on Lady Aberdeen the childern and anyone else in her company. To Philippe being the families personal bodyguard wasn't just a job or a way to further improve the Templar's position it truly was an honor. Following the sound of voices Philippe rode Orleans his black steed towards the house. Keeping his sharp eyes on the look out.. Dismounting his horse Phillipe made his way inside and towardsLady Aberdee. Allowing that French accent to roll from his tounge he spoke inbetween cracks of thunder " Is all well Ma Madame ?(d)

Aegraine: On the run, long strides to make attempt to keep up, she tucked her skirts up higher in a waist band. By instinct, she reached for a bow and arrow from a quiver left back in Ulster. It was the lightning, more than anything else. She knew which direction was an edge to the dark grass , waving and slapping at her as she moved through it. And there was no need of weapons now; she ought to have felt safe enough; this time she is not alone. (d)

Balian: The Pale cloaked one was never more then a stonesthrow away. Thick arms crossed over his broad chest, the light fabric of the cloak drawn back behind the exposed hilt of the nameless against his hip. Icy blues lift to follow the Frenchmen while he made haste passing him on his course for the Duchess before returning his attention to the horizon. The country was far to beautiful then he could have ever imagined. There were few places worth dying for and he could see now why it was they loved it so. He nodded with the thought of it and remained, ever silent and discplined. [d]

Jack Flynn: Iffen anyone had asked, Jack would've sworn that the children's cries of 'Tis tae dark, tae dark!' had been laced with giggling. Like Bess, Jack had been making good time through the Highland moors in pursuit of the children.The Irishman smiled over to Bess, offering an arched eyebrow. Had she heard it? The giggling from the kids? The Irishman's once-squeaky clean dress boots had become splattered with mud and streaked with rain, the plumage of his tricorn hat having come droopy and damp with the Scottish rains. There was a laugh, as he shook his head, longing for his oil slicker in the water. "Seanna! Ya come back now, ya 'ere?" (d)

Beathag: The idea of children laughing in the rain was a far cry better than the tricks the forgone of a few slips of mists cloaking the child from the eyes of an anxious parent. Aodhan was her only son! He would jest, he would play, but the rat-a-tat of mother's heart would shake down, rise up, and beat like a war drum. "The children," she told to Philippe, pointing as she came upon the last hill before her feet touched the wood of the house floor, "They, they ran off. Aodhan n' the Admiral's daughter..nearly stilled..m'heart." Undignified; beautiful gown ruined with mud spattered hems, thick muddy boots, skirts tossed over shoulder or in waist band revealing long games that should avert eyes. But she wasn't one for propriety nor did she care of it. "They, they are alright!" She called back behind her as the others made their way up thorugh the grass. Open windows let in the chill. Embers in the heart warranted astir, for no other light was available. She fell to a knee, drawing the children close to her, whispering, scolding to them and loving them in the same turn..but as the poker's efforts threw lights on the walls, sherose again...pressing her hands to them (d)

Aegraine: Aegraine came upon the house, far behind the rest, and stopped, tilted her head and listened for sounds beyond the rain. Hearing they are alright, Ageraine stood still and waited. Soaked the rain to the skin. (d)

Balian: Arms unfolded and with a shift of his weight he turned to receive one of his men Orian with a dip of his chin. "My Lord Balian.. ..The foothills and perimeter are clear. The men are placed as you requested" Balian nodded once and reached out to grip the soldiers shoulder a moment before releasing him to send him on his way. " Thank you Orian... be on with it then." The deep tone of the White Talon Knight caried while his blues drift back to keep an eye to the Duchess, the children and now Aegraine upon her arrival. [d]


Jack Flynn: "Yae both," The Irishman said as he pointed toward the children, "owe Bess an 'pology, savvy? Ye gave 'er a fright, ya did, runnin' off like tha'. Now ye 'apologize tae 'er tis instance." There was a firmness to his voice, but it would've been more effective he weren't wearing a smile in his eyes. Truthfully, Jack honestly didn't know whether to give Seanna a slight spank for having frightened him, or to hug her because it was who she was. In the end, Jack knelt down to be on Seanna's level and embraced her good and tight. Of course, there might have been a gentle spank given during the hug as well. He pulled back again, "Ye must, from now on, be 'oldin' on ta mah hand iffen we go out ta tha market again...... Iffen ye gae wit' Lizebette, ye must old 'er hand. Er ye can be holdin' 'er dress. Iffen ye dun, well, I'll 'afta tie rope round yer waist, savvy? Like a leash." Jack grinned at her. But don't doubt for a second that he wouldn't put a leash on Seanna iffen he had too. (d)

Beathag: "Mama I'm sorra, I did nay mean to scare ye..Momma.." She'd scolded him something terrible as she gripped him in her embrace, crushing him against her body as if something unseen had wanted him. Now she could have cared less about who they ran from, but too.."Mama? What's tha', mama.." The weight on her back...a satchel pulled forward, and from it drawn a book with droplets of water on the hide cover. A seal of a swan was on it, hounds were there on the binding. Staring out at them from the eve of the home was a hound with open mouth to collect the rain water down into a barrel, but none was there...so it seeped into the earth. The swan curled over a part of the wall. "Ye must be changeling children," she swallowed her voice and looked to Jack,then to Balian as she continued to feel along the wall like a blind woman. "It's still standin...n' it shouldn't be....." Aodhan ased what stood, as he came to look the firelight cast on the pretty old art on the wall ,being dusted away, another bit of refuse on her sleeves.The book left a deafening thud as it hit the ground. "Home.." (d)

Balian: His brow lift with a cautious turn to give the Duchess and then her hands while they felt along the wall. "Makes.. .one wonder.. what made it stand still then your Grace." Mysteries left soldiers more upright and on edge then even before. From his account so few came to there resolve without spilt blood or pain. He pushed from the wall and started a stride toward her giving a slow glance back over his shoulder before the slamming of the book against the ground caught his attention. [d]

Jack Flynn: Jack murmured to Bess, ".... coulda been the faerie tha' brought 'em 'ere....." It was no laughing matter. Hadn't Seanna said that Edme had waved at her as they'd left the garden? How much stock did you put in a child, who said that she spoke to fae -- an' most likely did? Seanna was still a bit down cast being chastised, although she did take her Da's hand. Gently swinging his hand back and forth, she was quiet for a long while. "Ah'm sorra tha' I worried, Aunti Bess......" She dared a look up, trying to gauge how much truble she was in, "I saw a brownie tha' t'was watchin' us from 'round tha corner....." Seanna forrowed her brow just, "Did ye nae 'ear 'im, Aunti? " There was a cant of her head, "'E was callin' fer Fiona....." Seanna watched Aunti's face, "An' I 'eard 'im. An' then sae did Aodhan. I went o'er ta ask who Fiona was.... an' 'e said tha' Fiona was ye." Seanna smile, "I told 'em tha' 'e was in tha wrong place. Told 'im 'e was a country brownie an' tha' this was a city!" The girl smiled, incredibly brightly, "An' 'e said tha' was right an' tha' I was a very bright child. An' 'e asked me an' Aodhan iffen we wanted ta see where 'e live an' I said yes.....An' 'e led us 'ere." (d)

Beathag: "Tis marked by the Troopin' Folk as their own." She told Balian in all seriousness, swallowing fear that made a hard lump in their throat. Supersticious to a fault, pagan to the end of her days. If the house was claimed by the Fair Folk it could be marked by the Gods, though of which end? Were they Celts or did they come over the sea with the spirits of dragonshipmen? Was it the home of someone else now, some soul who saw fit not to change a thing? "N' they sealed it. Naught 'as changed....naught at all..." Her eyes turned down to the wise child, if not eerie, in the mention of old names. "We should take tchildren...away...from 'ere. " But even as she said those words she didn't mean it. Droplets of water pooled at her feet to form long line as soaked hems fell to the floorboards. The thrushes and herbs on it were old, but the scent was still heavy on the air of grass. A handful was gathered, a ribbon pulled from the sleeve of her garment. It hunt under her shoulder now, but she bound the twigs to a branch....thick branch in the hearth to form a makeshift torch. The oil pot..still there...the fire poked sparks onto twigs to eat them. "We should beh leavin.." But whoever lived here was really tresspassing, for Gods, this was her home! Dust covered the chairs by the fire, a long table beyond were many must have eaten. The house extended in each direction, right and left, into long halls (d)

Balian: He nodded once in understanding and leaned down with the audible release of leather and chainmail meeting beneath the fabric folds of his cloak while he lay his hands against the book. Lifting it from the ground and swiping his hand across the cover to clear some of the dust. Before it was extend toward the Duchess with his right and his left palm lay back against the grip of his sword. At mention of leaving his head would tilt and his blues did fit to wander once more over the empty home that hadnt been touched in so long by another human. "I dont know that another has been here in a lifetime your Grace. .. ..You lead, I shall follow." He gave another look back over his shoulder, this time toward the Admiral and the children with a dip of his chin. [d]

Jack Flynn: There were time, when it seemed as though Seanna would lapse into a quiet way. As Jack watched her, he noticed the way that Seanna began to smile softly and gently rock back and forth. The girl reached out to gently take hold of Aodhan's hand and lead him off toward a nook by the fire place. Did the two smile at something? Did the speak in the Gaelic tongue? Or in a tongue that the adults had long since forgotten? At mention of leaving, Seanna let out a pouty and keening "Nooo....." Then she left the nook where she and Aodhan had been talking , turning to quickly go over to Aunti Bess. "Aunti! Ya cannae leave yet! Tha brownie says tha' 'e 'as somethin' fer ya!" She looked over at Aodhan, "Tell 'er, Aodhan! Tell 'er what tha brownie says!" (d)

Beathag "Seanna, be silent now..n'..n' let me think...let me think." Her mind raced, the children frowned at their admonition but did as they were told, still smiling between themselves as Beathag stumbled down the left end of the hallway. Room by room, it all was the same! Every bit of furniture, the way the walls were painted and carved. By God, did the light make ghosts? Each step taken her face lost color but her body found resolve to go on, as if she walked from the present to the past.."Papa.." she whispered, smelling the scent of his pipesmoke, drifting in to a room that still held the dusted collection of his possesions from Norway joined with the relics the Aberdeens themselves collected since the time of the invasions. Of all the axes, she difted toward one imparticular, reaching out to the edge to find it knicked her finger. Uncaring of her own blood, she backed away, clasping a hand across her mouth (d)

Aegraine: At the doorway, she wrung her heavy sleeves and some water out of her skirts before entering the house. "Shelter, when you least expect it." And kept her near the doorway, for a while. (d)

Balian: He set the book down when Lady Aberdeen left him extending it toward her and his gesture of a greeting unnoticed back Jack. His brow lift in silence. That uneasy feeling in him grew and caused even the smallest hairs on the back of his neck to rise. His fingers tightened even more whitening his knuckles when the sword was drawn three inches up from its sheath to loosen it for a quick unleashing if the need presented itself. He followed behind her, the pale cloak dancing against golden spurred heels with each step she took, so would be studying each corner, each shadow each vantage point. [d]

Jack Flynn: Jack arched an eyebrow at Balin, "Tha lady tis right, sir knight. Tha Troupin' Folk 'ave marked this place on yer own..... iffen ye seek ta unsheath yer sword, ye best me mindful. Tha Fair Folk be all 'bout us... an' yer armor'll be useless when it comes ta tha elf-arrows tha' they throw tae ye fer yer disrespect." Jack cautioned, smirking. But truly? Like Bess, the Irishman himself was superstitious enough to reach up and touch the horse head medallion he wore underneath his shirt. There was quiet, murmured saying to the Fair Folk, "Goodly Folk, I 'ave always been a loyal son o' Eire an' Mannan Mac Lir.... I 'ave always paid ye well an' true tribute.... please dae look upon me wit' kindness an' love...." Seanna giggled, looking over at her Da. "They knae tha', silly." She gave her Da a queer look, before Seanna giggled again and ran over to Aodhan. "Aodhan! Gae an' tell Aunti Bess tha...." And she leanedclosed and whispered to Aodhan. (d)

Beathag: "Nay..nay now.." She cautioned them, holding to the knots under her chemise , the blessed charms of family. "Grants us leave ona place ye've claimed, we tread in respect only. Respect.." It was no different that Christians praying at the foot of a saint's bones. What had become of her home? A reliquary? So haunting, so eerie. Aodhan tugged on his mother's skirts again as he pulled her on, wanting to see for himself. "Aodhan...." She stopped both him and Seanna, she couldn't let them go in that room. She didn't know if she could have any follow her there. The torchlight threw on a place where old herbs had almost turned to gray ash hanging up to dry. A place where the fire was cold but the wind made women laughing sound so near. "Moyra.." she shut her eyes to say that name, a sister's name.."Mama..." Her feet grew weak, as she ushered the children behind her. Aegraine at a distance..her advance, she had to shake her head. No, this was not kin. "Gods.." Turning the torch out into the room, she'd advance inside (d)

Aegraine: Over the threshold. Out of known reality, here she stood. As it was, how curious to her that a building remained so intact., over years, it would look.Ready to run, she kept back and follwed at a distance, to keep from getting lost.(d)

Balian: "I can none say I have met one of their kind friend.. .. Nor should I think it would be my disrespect to leave my sovereign seeking the unknown unchecked and alone.. ..If the troupin' Folk call for my life of thus let them take it." His chin lift a little and he licked the front of his pearly whites. "Its not disrespect meant...Nor do I long to kill.. ..When you know me you will know that much of me." He had his own Gods favor and love to guide and protect him just as they seemingly had theres. Balian didn't drawn his sword with a mind to kill, for the Knight it was drawing his sword to allow another to live. There was a very big difference between a warrior and a guardian. He wouldn't partake in another holy argument so long as he lived that much he had sworn long ago. [d]

Jack Flynn "Tis nae unexplained ta tha Duchess an' I, gaed sir knight. This tis a place o' tha Fair Folk. Tha' explains it all ta us." (d)

Beathag: "M'mother's......the women's room...like the Solarium but....the harp once was here.." She ran to the place, still marked on the floor. Bending over she touched it. Balian would see his soveriegn become somewhat..erratic...running around one place to the next.."N' the stools..'ere....the herbs dried 'ere......made things....m'grandmother..m'great grandmother rested 'ere.....n'...Moyra..sat tae the right o our mother..I..I sat to the right.." She winced, almost buckling were it not for the wall to catch a hand as the raw ends of nerves at the base of her neck, her body made raw by the pain of unlocking time and place. "N'...the books. m'mothers journal....she.." She looked at where it had fallen again..The wind opened it. One upon each end of the house it said.. so I kept it thus. Perhaps it it is the raids that have come, or the sickness or trevail that has me hid thing so. The writing of the book was in commons (d)


Balian "I see...Then I shall be on my way then that my use has expired and without having a reason to exist.. ....Dont want to be useless and all." He dropped the steel those three inches back into the sheath and turned making his way back through the long house and toward what little light there was from the door. With a concerned look back over his shoulder toward the Lady Aberdeen. He still didn't like this one bit, whether it was something they believed in or not the world proved more difficult to often to him. He hoped with all his heart that Jack was not wrong. [d]

Beathag: The world was spinning. Was Balian leaving? She wanted to tell him to remain but she was becoming..detached. Feeling on the walls again, she found a place to hang her makeshift torch as she began to feel through the empty shelves. chests..overturned items.."Where are ye......if nothin' has changed ye'v epreserved them please..Fair folk preserve them.." Her hands began to quake, and by now the children subsided to another room to play, unaware of what riled the grown folk so! "Where are they!" She shrieked. Jack went to see where the children went. To rooms where obviously children had grown, where children's children were born. It was an old house, but sturdy. It was old, but held the generations. Her tongue dissolved into a frustrated blend of Scott's and Norwegian. She tore at the walls as if clawing in to them before raking her hands helter skelter in her hair. The pain came in waves now, near enough toknock her down. It had been so long! "Why are ye doin' this! Could ye nay have just told..told the truth. The truth....." Her hand collapsed over a thick volume, then another..at the long end of a low shelf, almost hidden behind boards as if to make it seem a part of the wall. These she drew up in a tarp, laughing wildly! The riches of all of Scotland and no one knew that the long house, modest but still a fine house, was the King's collection house. Everything. Everything of Robert the Bruce, and the Kings before him were immortalized in the words of a woman on a moor, his holdings, decisions, advice of lords. Who exalted. Who betrayed. To see them for herself, and then song sshe composed. Dazzling! Beautiful! The old folk songs preserved. The Fae preserved this place, the gods allowed them, and she was being punished for her tresspass. Despite the pain, she clutched the books close..but she made it only down the hall, to the portion of the next before the wind blew her toward the wall, spinning. She'd collapse that night on the floor of the longhouse, surrounded by books: twin songbooks, soon to become a trio. Several journals, and the wind seemed to open the cloisters of room nearby. How fitting, the daughter of Aberdeen would be surrounded by words since the time of the Viking Conquests, words she did not know exsisted. Some, were even of Adam's mother. "He beat me thus until I bled, until I pleaded, until he bid me renounce God while he used the church as a tool. I fear Maubrey will be the death of me and there is nothing Murieall can do, though she tries... The answer to infinite riddles on walls, surrounded her now. and she was ignorant of it, collapsed of pain among the litter (d)

Amhlaidh: "It is why we rise against him." The voice sounded like a sigh as it moved through the cracks of the wooden frame of the house. The sound of the rain could almost mimic his voice, gentle at first rising and then falling. A dark cloak pulled over his face, the outline of his body silhouetted against the frame of the window. "Time we came out of hiding and moved our revolution." The sound of chains spoke as his steps moved closer to the aging blond before him. Yes she was but dawning on the midlife, but she was years older then when they last met. "You've come along way, poppet. Strong..like your mother." Bess's mother did the very thing the woman before him did, she had lost herself in her mind. Closing doors and protecting the walls she placed around her heart; it's what made her so strong. However, as an old frame came to rest at her back he bent to one knee to read over her shoulder. The scents of mint and musk mixed over his skin, as always. "It's not time to live in the past, but become the future." (d

Balian: He heard the fall, his head snapped back around with parting lips to exhale a breath before he made way back into the house. Boot heels pounded against the wood below. His eyes narrowed just a little to readjust back to the dim light and his hand tightened back against the grip drawing the sword from its sheath to lay the tip against the hardwood with a tilt of his head when those blues came to settle on the elder man over his sovereign. This was the very moment he feared and felt against his senses. He hated having to think something as trivial as I told you so. But so it came to be and his lips would part with a calmed tone. "Good Sir.. ...It behooves you and I both, if you would yield and step away from My Lady Duchess." Certainly a position no man wanted to find himself in, to much to risk to much to weigh and even more left to chance. [d]

Beathag: She crawled to her knees in order to flip the pages of Adam's mother's own words detailing how the Lord Maurbrey would do what he indeed did to her family: Kill her. The abuse was harrowing....but nothing could prepare her for the voices in her head given birth in the real world...a tone like the sigh of the wind in the hollow trees, as firm as the roots of the great oaks. She curled over on herself all the more, shaking..standing..afraid to turn around only to see her fears took shape. Balian advanced as she retreated back, or tried. "Amhlaidh....Am...Papa.." she shook her head feverantly, "Please, I did nay mean to dishonor ye, I did nay mean to intrude 'pon the house kept by the company..o'..Gods.....rest...rest now...Ah'm..sorra." No wonder they called her changeling child. Stricken with a very real, primal fear a pagan mind so ghosts walking, spirits speaking..and the house began to glow. He glowed. "Take m'children...take m'children from here Balian n' let the spector have..me.." She muttered before her eyes began to roll up in her head, to fire ridden green orbs being swallowed up in a mass of white as every inch of her caved in as she was taken under by the dark (d)

Amhlaidh: The hood of his cloak fell once he reached his arms to take hold the woman whose body was quickly becoming limp and soon to find the ground. "You, son need to put your toys away." Eyes of bitter blue met the man with the drawn blade and went over the young features of the knight. Quickly he was reminded of himself, and even smiled. Yet youth was traded for deep lines in the wrinkles of his face, dark hair silver now under the torch light. "Do as she says, boy." Eying the children he went back to the knight. "I'll be speaking to The Lady Duchess..alone." (d

Balian: His jaw clentched when the sword spun forward in his palm. His heart began to race, but his hand remained steady and his face remained expressionless. He knew that Jack had the children in his keep and he was now the only thing that could keep the Duchess from her end. "Respectfully.. My sovereign.. .. I can not follow .. that order." There fate would be decided in moments he was sure, they would leave together or not at all. He now advanced toward them with a shake of his head. "I am not your son, nor a boy.. ..Nor is this a toy. .. ..And you will have to kill me first to have me away.. .. And if you think I would have done any different then you are a fool of a man.. .. ..Choose your play my Lord, a fight of honor?.. ..Your yield.. .. Or more lowly disrespecting talk and no action?" He lift the steel back up to his guard and flicked his fingers to wave the elder man on. [d]

Beathag The men would go tit for tat in words or violence, that much might be evident. In her descent, the texts spilled out..much akin to (no I am good, just don't want daddy to get too skewered xD) as they had in the hall. A proof, a piece of proof to go with words uttered as there as a slight variation on a family's lineage. Amhlaidh....married Murieall....father to Moyra and Caldean, to Beathag.. (d)

Amhlaidh: "You lookin' for war, Boy. Save your energy..your thirst for blood will soon be filled." He could tell, like Maahes Balian was itching to kill something, The thought had crossed his mind to start a bar fight just to get some action. Wasn't something that never happened, so it would work. As the woman fell backward he stood with her body cradled in his arms. "It is good to see strong knights under your service, Bessie." He spoke knowing the woman could not hear but it was part of the process. "I need to get my daughter somewhere safe, lead the way." (d

Balian: What was it with men tonight and mistaking him for having a blood thirst? The equation was far more simple then they were making it out to be. The Duchess he served, whom he swore to die to protect and keep from harm was in danger. She lay at mercy in pain of a home filled by Fairy Folk in the darkness. Her behavior became erratic and unaware as if she had been lost. And now a strange man now lurked over her demanding that he the man wearing the crest of the white talon against the very sword he now lowered to aim at the man stand down? Perhaps he missed a fun filled day of the drink and no one informed him but they all seemed out of their minds. And just when the steel was drawn back and the tip aimed for the old mans throat he heard him speak. "Daughter.." He lowered the blade and then his eyes back to find the old mans. He was to long a student of behavior and prided himself silently of knowing a man when he spoke false. He spoke again with a rumble in his throat"..If you hurt her old man.. .. You will beg for death before I make it so." He took a step back and then another lifting his free hand to point back toward the light of the door. "Follow me.." [d]

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

The Summons

He canted his head as she entered the quarters, muddy, excited, and arms full of books… Rising from his chair, he walked quickly to her and helped her unlaod her burden… She explained the events as they unfolded… “Tis goot dat Balian and Jack were near…” but his words went unheeded as she blurted out event after event, then with bated breath, she began to reiterate the events as they unfolded instead. Sitting back down in the chair, a grin at her excitement level, he listened… and how she explained what each book was, and how her mother, Murieall used it to soothe the Kings of old…

Then unexpected she dropped a book in his lap… quickly she ruffled thru old faded pages to one in particular… then to a passage hidden amongst the scribblings of a song… "He beat me thus until I bled, until I pleaded, until he bid me renounce God while he used the church as a tool. I fear William will be the death of me and there is nothing Murieall can do, though she tries...” It was a page from a diary, and hidden amongst pages of the book… most probably to hide what actually occurred should Lord William find her diary, or hidden after Davina's death. The questioned look upon his face soon changed… dire straits… the look of a man with hate and murderous thoughts flashed across his face…

He did not wish to dampen Bess’ uplifted spirits with his own disgruntled hatred. With a faux smile, he took the page, excused himself with some falicy of an excuse, and retreated to different part of the King’s castle. In the shadows, he stood, the pages against his chest…his thoughts reciting the words of his mother… events that had unfolded in his youth… pieces of memory soon began to break down walls built up by pain, bruises, and disassociation.

It was late that evening when he made his way back to their bedchambers… Outside a young boy sat with his back at the wall, his knees bent for support… a folded piece of paper in his hands, the seal of King Robert upon the edge. The last orders the lad had was to deliver directly to the Lord of the Isles, and with due diligence, the lad waited and eventually fell asleep.

Adam woke the boy, who sleepy-eyed handed the script to the Duke. “Mae apologies M’Lord…” the boy squeaked… and Adam smiled… “Tis well doen lad… yae serve yae King with due diligence of a knight o’de realm…” said as he took the script. “Naew bae off wit yae, bed awaits the weary…” then the boy scurried off into the night… Adam stood by a torch and opened the script… “Good Lord Aberdeen, Lord of the Isles, tis I request your presence at court in a private meeting betwixt us only…” signed Robert the Bruce, King of Scotland.

Adam folded the script and entered the bedchambers as quiet as he could… setting out his finest black and gold robes… he would rise early to meet with King Robert…[/font][/color]

[balian]

The Gods favored them once more it seemed. After the safe escort of the sovereign back to the castle Balian stood along the long hall just outside their quarters with his hands against his hips and a heavy breath leapt from his lips. His blues lift only to give the guards posted there a once over of inspection before he would bring his favored left hand over his heart to salute the men. They would do. Young and capable men he was sure if they were post at the door of the future of their people. "You keep your witts about you lads.. .. Should there be any trouble.. You find me, Balian at the stable." He turned and started to make his way down the hall before pausing to give another look back toward the men. "Send me word when they wake." He turned again and marched down that hall.

His boots quickened just a little while his gaze caught sight of the elder man self proclaimed as the father of the Duchess near the exit and just as Balian stepped out the door a hard wind swept across the grounds causing long locks of wheat and the Pale cloak to snap back with an attitude in his wake. "Aye.. tis me again, your eyes play no tricks of you mate." He dipped his chin out of formal greeting and respect. Where the veteran knight had come from it was custom for men to hold respects even if they were enemies. Though that much had yet to be determined despite how much Balian gauged the man that now stood before him. "I do not believe we had a fair chance to meet propper. before all of this.... I am Sir Balian Windsor, Lord Marshall of Turas Lan's heavy calvary. .. Sworn guardian of the Aberdeen house on this venture." He did lift his chin to settle his blues back against the elders."How is this, I have never heard of you and her Grace finds you in her mind a spector and yet here you stand before us now?.. ..What wierdness is all this?" He shift his weight from his right leg to his left like he often had. Some old war wounds never did heal well and left more comfort in a trade of ones weight. He fell silent again and laced his fingers together with his other hand before himself to leave the elder man time to speak. He wasnt being disrespectful or rude to the man nor really anymore demanding then any man in his position would have been but indeed there were questions that need be answered.

[Lady Liliana Campbell]

There were two kinds of luck: Good and Bad. In the world there was those fortunate enough to have none of the latter. They lived prosperous, enjoyable lives. Whenever trouble seemed to find them? Well, it's like an Angel sat on their shoulder that aided them out of it. If they ever fell in a bucket of chyte? They came out smelling like roses!

Then there were those unfortunate enough to have too much of the latter with only a minimal of the first. Trouble never seemed to fail to find them and rarely, very rarely, did the Angel sitting on their shoulder help them out of it.

Liliana seemed to always find herself part of the latter group. Never did it fail that bad luck would find her. The sailing had gone smoother than she had expected. Her fear of ships had been hard to overcome, memories haunting her nightly, and only Kendrew had been able to soothe her. To be wrapped safely in the arms of the man who held her heart in the palm of his hands...had been wonderful. When they'd finally docked in Aberdeen?

Liliana had been wretching into a bucket! A cold...she had caught a cold! Of all the demned things. And that would be where Liliana had been of late- curled into a ball in a warm bed, with bucket at side, as she fought the cold that she swore was trying to kill her!

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

The Summons - Part II

This Court were like many of the other Courts, there would be endless rounds of feasting and balls, picnics on the grounds, games and mazes… all sorts of things to distract minds from the powerful and powerless... political tug of war that would be going on beneath the surface.. Indeed to paint and utopiaequse life at Court was half the battle. Intriuge and deceit were at everycorner… there were few to trust… and even fewer to count on... at Court... everything was a game... and the stakes were high. To every Game there was a spoiler... hidden usually... in a spylike manner...this game would undoubtely have several serpents... of all types vying for riches and promises. (Shaden Aramoire)

Adam was escorted to the King’s audience chambers and upon the door opening and the announcement of his arrival, he entered. Approaching to the area before the elevated throne, bending to one knee before the King of Scotland, his head bend down, sea-green eyes looked to the floor. “Ah obey yaer summons, mae King.”

Robert smiled, waved his hand to the people present… “Leave us…” As the heavy door closed, leaving Adam and Robert alone… Robert rose from the throne, slowly moved down the small steps, and approached Adam. His hand touched Adam’s head… “Welcome to Court, Lord of the Isles, my friend… I received your letter... Rise and speak with me as two old sword-breathern and protectors of Scotland…”

Adam remained kneeling as Robert spoke… then flinched a bit at the door closing, unsure what was to transpire. Hearing footfalls of King’s slippers near him, he wanted to look up but would not until his King gave him permission. Then with the soft voice and a hand upon his head, he smiled and when released, Adam stood… only to find an extended hand, which he eagerly took and shook. “Tis been a laeng time, mae King…”

With a smile, Robert guided Adam across the large hall, to a door, and thru it the two men talked about personal things in their lives, family, friends, and the events in Skye that had occurred over the years. The King received regular reports from Adam and Bess on the current and future of Skye… as Adam was second only to the Scot King, Robert the Bruce. For the most of an hour, the two men strolled the corridors and spoke as friends about things personal… then even to sit and drink ale together.

Then as most things enevitable, the conversation shifted to the tasks at hand. “Adam, I asked you here for a very specific agenda… One, based upon your reports as to the Lady Beathag… I have found scrolls in our libraries that confirm your reports… I wish to reinstate the family Aberdeen as the Harpers of the King… your wife shall appear before the Court to either accept, or deny that position… Do you object?”

Adam smiled… “Mae King… Ah dae naet… faer tis her ‘eritage dat means much tae me… though Ah cannae speak faer ‘er…” then with a bigger grin… “But Ah think nae she would decline such an office…unless…” he said with a pause… “Unless tis her presence yu require…”

With a chuckle, Robert responded… “Nay my friend, she would stay as Duchess o’the Isles… though she could instill who she feels best to serve me…” accompanied by Adam’s nod. “Good then… that is one itemn settled…” Robert exclaimed. “Now to more harder topic…” Robert started, but then paused. “But I shall require yu to speak candid… the truth, no matter how harsh it may appear…”

“Ah shall, mae King…” Adam exclaimed… only to be interrupted by Robert… “Tis Robert, Adam… not King… speak to me, not the position…”

“You know Scotland is divided… I here in the north, Lord Maubrey in the south at Glasgow… England is too strong, and the French are not fully abiding in the Auld Alliance… plus I had much retribution regarding the clans… they continue to battle one another for supremacy… Edward continues to keep his bargain on the deeds his Father granted… and this gives the clans clout… What say you on this?”

Adam grimaces at the word “Maubrey” and a “divided Scotland”… So far Robert had not said much that he did not already know… Then Robert gave Adam the opportunity to say what he felt. “Mae King, knaew that yae are the King of a great land, by blood, and though many claim tae bae of the lineage, we knaew so much of the lineage is as clear as muddy water… In de Isles, Ah hold a great office, given bae yae… and Ah knaew haew hard tis tae keep the clans quiet… but tis the promise of a free Scotland, run bae Scots, free o’Ainglish tyranny that Ah am able tae keep the Isles taegather…” he pauses seeing Robert’s expression… “And knaew this, many lands naew coom tae Skye’s doorstep tae sign up faer this naew way o’freedom… The days o’old are fleeting where people hold a King in high office… mainly in faer of a King who pretends tae be more’n God himself… or tae bae fleeting as an autumn leaf…” he paused and took a bated breath, knowing full well, what he intended to say next could be considered treasonous… “mae King, understand mae… Ah luv yae as a brother… and Ah luv Scotland e’v’n more… but Ah must tell yae, tae sign with the Ainglish is tae sign wit the devil himself… Edward may bae King o’Aingland, but Maubrey is the devil incarnate… and yae ‘ave dun Scotland a disservice… and naew she is divided….” He exhaled slowly while speaking, then held his breath… inhaling once more… “Ah tell yae as a lover o’Scotland… and as true Lord of the Isles bae blood, nae just bae title… Ah will naet allow Scotland tae die at the hands o’de Ainglish… and will dae WHATEVER Ah need tae dae to get the Ainglish, and any other unwanted country, off Scot lands…” There he said it… would he be arrested… ordered home or backed by the King?

“Adam you speak of treason against the King?” Robert questioned. “What is your plans for me?”

Adam looked down… “Nae mae King… Ah speak naet of treason against yae nor Scotland… dat would speak treason against mae heart… but Ah dae speak out against Aingland… Ah’d rather bae dead or in prison than tae let Aingland rule Scot soil…” then he looked at Robert… “Ah have nae plans faer yae mae King… if yae support mae plans…” then he looked away and rose from the table, only to pace… “Lest Ah ‘ave yaer blessin’, t’will bae hard tae get all Scots wit us… Say yae ‘r ailin’, or yae wish a trip abroad… or just stay in yaer castle and allow mae tae guide Skye and Scotland… the black and gold banners in the breeze in the winds o' freedom” he paused and looked at Robert… “… we shall build a Consortium ‘o’Freedom, that none shall divide…” then with a hand that thumped the table… “Wit de united Scotland, France and Aquitaine, the Norway and Sweden Kingdoms, the Dutch, the Germanic Empire, the Grand Duchy of Lithuania, the Bulgarian Empire, and the Serbian Empire on our side, Aingland and her consorts stand naet a chance… Freedom for the people is the gaelic renaissance we seek…”

There he had said what he had planned… and Robert looked at him with watery eyes… Now would Adam be imprisoned, or allowed to seek his path…

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Harper's Child and the King, Part I



Nothing went as it should, and it never did. There was always a catch; good intention was snagged on sharp fence posts so that it was shorn of what it was supposed to be. Beathag could no more tell the reason for this other than the God's marked certain persons to be challenged more than others. In her own defense, she wondered if the old man sort of saying translated in to the Gods enjoying a certain portion of humor at the expense of her family. What a laugh they must have had sitting in their hallowed halls with endless meads and feasts to watch the parade of rough edged citizenry become the fabled court of ancient rite. Every moment of success was taken apart by a the traps. What were these? The words of the people against them. Coaxing them to fists and blade. Teasing, taunting pieces of cruelty that sliced apart the thick hide to leave them howling as their vunerable parts were exposed to the wind.

This was no exaggeration. How much could one peoplehood take? In a few days time they had toured the city and made discoveries. Aman-un-Din was right when he told her that it was akin to a Pandora's box. Adam stepped down the gang-plank with her on his arm in to a place releasing perilous questions, answers that weren't wanted, emotions, and an uneven ground to prove everything on. Beathag watched as what made Skye was laid on a table beside her namesakes. It was studied by Heralds, simple symbology put against the coats of arms, long lists on hides and parchment in the King's libaries to determine if Adam had brought forth who he said he did. His own history, too, was laid out with painful obviousness. "Have a care with tha," she said to a herald as he opened up the texts she brought with her from the house of her fathers, "Tha' is mine afore it is his majesty's, remember tha'." Words proved as perilous as action. The herald was set to correct her, but she spoke again, "Mar tha' n' I'll mar you." He could hear it wasn't an idle threat, though she was tired of sitting idle. The woman who wore the colors of Aberdeen today, red and white, had shed more of the first 'pon the second shade. "Aye, Your Grace."

The sweetest raphsody to the word Grace had little to do with title. It was in the poetry of her aim, the arc of a weapon in her hand. It was in the way she knew how the tide turned and thus told the chart makers how to map the ocean, or which wood would weather a storm. The King stood in the corner of interludes but had not yet approached. He watched, but said nothing in return. He read but did not inquire. Soon the time for that would come. Alas, it would come after she proved her warrior's blood long before the chance to make the harp glisten. Could she even play at all? If they valued writ so much, the answer was yes. It took only hours it seemed for the story of the night in the tavern to catch the morning town crier. He did not utter it aloud, but went straight long to Aberdeen Castle to convey it thus.

So it was proven that as knowledgable, quaint in custom observance, as the people of Skye had proven they were as rough edged and had fierce tempers, too. All the discussion she had given, all the preperation came down to naught. In an uproarous tizzy the people of the castle watched as Beathag went through the halls, ignoring them. The woman with the devil bond to make a black child. The woman of temper and righteous indignation. A woman unworthy of her bloodline's promise? How could the King elect such? So it went as she went down the hall to stand outside of the door.

[aoife]

Aoife would be quick at gathering her things, not that she had much she needed/wanted to take. She did fill her helpful basket with a few tings to eat, she had no idea what the food situation would be. After that was wrapped and placed in there, she would put her sewing items on top of it, even a few bone knitting needles and of course a few skeins of yarn. She had a small trunk with clothing and fabrics in it, you never knew when you'd need a gift, but other than that, it was just her. Her money was sewn into her underskirts, her soft curls combed into shining waves, pulled into a loose ponytail by a green ribbon. Her usual attire was worn, the layers of skirts topped with a lovely dark green, her white mens like blouse with thistles embroidered on the cuffs in lilac. The red shawl was wrapped about her shoulders and tucked into her waistband so it would not fly away if the docks were windy. Other than that, once the family arrived, she was hugging her not so lamby lamb and then patting the ram, tugging him by his horns as the wagon came up to her home. She'd lift her basket from the ground, a lovely pale blue shawl made of out a very woolly ewe was covering the basket.

Once the group was presented, she'd curtsy to them and then smile, jabbering in quick Manx her thank yous, for she was overwhelmed with all that was happening. At that point, she'd push the shawl into his sister, Felicity, hands. "For you," she said, beaming at them. She'd admire the family, quiet handsome they all were. Once she was placed int he wagon, she'd grin again at the little one, pulling a bit of tight fluff, undyed wool from her covered basket and she'd let nimble fingers tickle it against her nose before handing it over to the child. Then she'd warmly explain that she would make Contance too, a shawl of her choice of colors. Hoping that this sounded fair, since she did not want to seem to favor anyone more then the others. She was an only child, orphan now really, but wanted so much to find another family. Once she was distributed onto the great ship, she'd stay near Afton and Contance, watching the Templars march onto the boat, wide blue eyes spying Phillipe and quirking a brow at the ruckus.

The time passed quietly for her and the three Greys. She'd spend time with them, sewing as she watched them, playing with the little one or listening to Contance tell her all the things about Skye's people she'd never of guessed. They'd soon be in Aberdeen, leaving the ship to a wild group of well wishers. Blinking those wide eyes, she'd immediately turn on that bright, charming smile, it never wavered, not even when Morgen thrust the sweet Afton into her arms, shifting the worried child about, she'd hug her to her slender form, letting Afton's little arms and legs bear hug her torso. She'd smile a bit softer as she nuzzled her lips against the wee one's ear, singing lightly, wordlessly into her ear as she was shuffled off towards a guest room with Constance.

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

Balian: He did hear Aegraine and Rosalind talking and he couldn’t help but to laugh a little with a shake of his head. Cause for that defiant lock of wheat to fall over his right eye. "None of this Ladies.. ..I was speaking to the horsemen behind me... I say Greetings to you.. .. and return to the castle to them.. Forgive me if it were cause for alarm.. .. Ido get hit in the head a lot, eh?" He smiled again and lay his hands against his hips for comfort while his weight shift from his right leg to his left.[d]


Aegraine: "Forgiven. " with a nice polite tone said. "Greeting to you, as well. I was intent to see a real Aberdeen Tavern for myself; the heart of a land is the tavern food; is it not? " (d)


Bess: "I feel....I feel." The beginning of the statement summarized the entirity. She felt. Sore, bruised. A bit want for color as only the firelight flushed a skin to bloom roses under warmth. "Sae, General. She could win wars? Twill be a merry prospect. Mayhaps she could charm the King should m'husband strike some error. He has spoken tae him already in private. Gods know wot about. Ye know, Ah must agree with Aegraine," she chimed over so they all might be as one people at supper instead of one people in trussed up clothes, "The heart o' a land is it's food, n' this land has such food tae make some ills seem less." Thick accent, Gods forgive it. Once home, what was expected? In the distance, she heard them speaking. Her son's skin. Adam's seed not rooted in her belly. They smiled, people at a distance. She wasn't deaf, of course, much to their chagrin (d)


Shaden Aramoire: She turned to Maahes and smiled soflty " Can I get you something from the bar... I myself am partched.. or order something from the kitchen for dinner ?" it was a genuine offer to both The Lady Beathag.. and Maahes.. as the Duchess spoke of the Dukes meeting something in Shadens face shifted as if she had a secret... paleling slihglty.. she patted Maahes arm.. " I'll just surprise you.. both " and with a quick odd smile she turned heading toward the bar to order for the trio(d)


Rosealind: Rosalind just smiled. Aegraine had her sentiments exactly. That they had a chorus on the other side of the room turned that smile into a laugh. (d)


Maahes: He shook his head as he eased into a seat, the wood crying out under his weight. However it would be too late as she moved off, but with the setting sun his fasting would soon be over.



Bad Guy: There was a group of men, whose bodies were clad in the darkest of black, whose faces had been seen before in the roots of Skye. The Lady Windsor had been their fancy, but tonight the thin frame of their lead's body moved in secret; round 2. Was this to be a game? Everytime this hunter would move on it's prey another hunt would be started? There was always a bigger fish. He knew how she moved, that she was unlike any other woman. It was in her body he saw her title, whore. Only women who walked with such a sway could be asking for one thing. As she found the bar, so would he like too waves crashing at the same time. "Lovely day after yesterdays rain was it not?" Like smoke rising through the cracks his voice left to enter the tender shell of her ear as he would take his seat just to her side. (d



Aegraine: "I think I require some guidance in what to order, as far as food is concerned. " She craned to see what other folks had on their tables and pointed to a platter a few tables distant." Does that look interesting? I would have that; Rosalind; what think you that might be?" She did keep her eyes open and took it all in, all wonder in this new place. (d)



Balian: He dipped his chin once more toward Aegraine and Rosalinde before he did respond. "Aye, I wager to side with your point there miss.." He turned toward Mahees and Shaden next, offering another bow of his head before his attention drift toward the doors opening once more just when his lips parted to speak to the Duchess he kept silent and simply watched the newest arrival. There went that third eye he was sure, the lion was rousing. [d]


Shaden Aramoire: It was with and elegant turn of her upswept copper curls that she reguarded the man who spoke to her in smokey tones " The rain was quite lovely as well " a charming smile paused on her lips for him before she turned back to the tendress and ordered a platter of roasted meats and vegtables for the table.. along with a bottle of wine and whiskey.., reaching into a small velvet wrist purse she retrived the coin, to pay for it.. before she returned her smile to the man.. " If you will excuse me sire.. my party is waiting "(d)



Rosealind: "I do not know." She squinted. The food she placed on her husband's table was quite different than that of a tavern, apparently. "Bread? I have yet to meet a bread that I do not like," she added, relaxing her eyes and shooting a smile back to Aegraine. "And something to wash it down, oui? Ale, then." That, and a bit of stew to go with the bread, was her order for the evening. (d)



Bad Guy: "I'll pay you three times more then what the Moor is paying you." His half drunken state caused his eyes to narrow upon her, but oh how they were hungry. "You see, my men and I run this town..just not in the way of politics." His smile could be mistaken for the moon, as it was just as wide; Yet yellow instead of white. Spy. Tax collector. Law breaker. Whatever. One arm bent onto the countertop as he cokeed his head to the side eyes signaling to another, and one by one about 7 men came to their feet and melted into the shadows as they moved. (d


Aegraine: What came for Aegraine, was a fish, a size enough for sharing with a group; roasted and singed with the coal fires until golden; its eye bulged, as if to stare her down. "It does have a lovely aroma; Please. Everyone." says to the Skye folks, " Have some of this...this just has to taste wonderful. " And lifts the fish platter to offer some to one and all of their company. (d)


Shaden Aramoire: She didn't like his tone, nor the slovenly drunkness of his actions.. his breath was fetid with ale, she leaned back and tried not to visibly shiver or wrinkle her nose at the smell.. " I'm sorry.. to dissipoint.. but the Moor has already paid up for the week.. and it would be bad business to welsh on a deal " yes she had just slurred the welsh.. but what the hell every inner alarm she had was going off at the moment but, her face showed nothing of it.. a calm countenace was shown to the man, not a lick of fear in her eyes.. though she saw from her perifery the movements his eyes had placed into motion around her " Again my apoligess Kind Sir "..(d)



Balian : His weight shift again hearing the man speak and his left hand crept back to meet the grip of the nameless sword while one eye seemed to catch Maahes in his periphials he kept his sights on the self proclaiming master of the town. One hard side step was taken, cause for the golden spurrs to chime off their tune while he came to stand before the Duchess to shield her table just while the seven men came into view. He licked the front of his teeth and rolled his shoulders back. "Your Grace?" Awaiting the order should there be an order. [d]


Bess: "Sae here is the shyte at the bottom' of the arsehole o' the society, as ye can see." she muttered to Balian just as the hackles of her own were raised. What could the Hound do but subsided beside the Lion? It was no better than traps all around. Anyone they touched would spring, of that she was certain. "Good Sir, Good Lord Windsor perhaps ye'll kindly tell these men Ah am in nay a fit place tae..entertain them this evenin." She was half way to rising when she heard. "Apologies, my lord, we thought her grace might want tae know at the Chapel they can take that blight they dare call an heir when she's ready to make some proper sons.." (d)


Bad Guy: It would only take a single look for him to recognize the man, the very same man from Skye..the one hell bent on escorting Jelenah. Had she ever told Balian? Judging from the look on his face, it would not matter. "But has he paid me?" With a nod in the Duchess's direction, his action sprang with the shadows that crept behind Maahes and Bess.

Maahes: Instantly he rose to gain his grounds, but it wasn't until he felt two pair of hands clasp his shoulders and the force pulling him back.


Bad Guy: "You see. I've always learned from my mistakes." As he turned to face the room he pressed his back against the bar. "Weed out those who stand in your way." He narrowed his eyes to Bess, but then reached to take the arm of the Courtesan. "Starting with the ones who cause you the most trouble.."


Maahes: He felt their arms like pythons pulling around his neck, and at first he fought back. However his senses were being invaded as a cloth was forced over his face, smothering with the highly toxic fumes of something Maahes has never had to face. It would not be until his eyes rolled back, would the struggle end and their General met the floor in a very deep sleep.


Bad Guy: Taking hold of Shaden's arm he pulled her for the door.


Balian: "As you command." The nameless sword, rocketed upward from its sheath, throwing the pale cloak from his shoulders to blanket the stone grounds. The sword was caught in mid fall with a slap of his hand across the grip and a spin of the steel to aim the sword toward the leader of the men. His right hand drift back to collect a throwing dagger from its thigh sheath chucking it backwards with blind perfect percision to slam into the brow of the first of men behind the Duchess while the rumble of the deep tone of the man echoed over the tavern. "Whoever.. .. dies here today... you will certainly.. be among them." He lunged forward, jumping on top of a chair to clear a table on a path of destruction toward the man. The Lion had awakened. Now they could accuse him of having a blood thirst. [d]


Aegraine: " The fish is delightful; you never can tell the worth of a thing by its apperance; this is grand!" Relished the fish and offered her opinion on more than that fish. She stood up, in the way between those at the bar and where Beathag was located; a bothersome barrier as best she could be. "Fish?" (d)



Shaden Aramoire: " I don't belive your talents are being bought " she seemed to gain some height as she faced him down.. unaware of the attack behind her.. " If you will excuse me " her tone was huffy and dismissive as she turned away from him, her arm taken cruely as he spoke of weeding out those who stood in his way she hissed.. her hand raising to strike his face " Those of Skye will not be weeded Sir " she challenged as her palm stuck him with a crack of flesh against flesh, her eyes widening as she saw the bull falling.. to the floor.. Bailen coming alive like some hero of lore.. then she was being dragged.. to the door.. kicking and screaming of course.. she would not go easy..(d)



Bess: Her fingers froze with tension over the back of the chair; while she gripped it hard she wondered how the impressions in her marriage ring would look as a bruise token on one of their faces. But she had to hold firm. Sticks and stones, right...only..they wanted to break bones to show these words could kill. Coupled with action, she had little time to react as the cloth was pulled over the head of her General, and the tavern sprung to life. Traps. Everywhere. Gods, she could not resist to step right in to one. Gazing over to Aegraine and her fish, she demurred, "Nay, have a bit more o' a bloodlust.." If color could wash eyes, precision aim saw red. Reaching at the waist of her attire, hand that worried at the hilt of a dagger no longer went uncertain of self. Pulling it out, instinct crippled mouth to give the man little warning who held Shaden. The Tavern, already in a standing uproar, muttering, moving to get away all but froze. Balian held his quarry...a flick of the wrist? The thug was little more than a fleshy bowl of millet for the worms as the dagger snapped on a whirl between his shoulder blades. By the time she realized it, a blink of eyes..her flaw was Shaden's saving Grace. Dead, like a stuck boar, in one shot. (d)



Rosealind: Eating, at a time like this, seemed appalling. Blanching, she felt there was no choice but to sit at her table and watch it happen, as the action seemed to be cutting off her only path toward the door. She knew this had been a mistake. She would write immediately to Lady Mary and demand the woman allow her return to Dunstaffnage. Rosalind glanced dubiously at Aegraine's fish. It was a shame to leave it here, though, even with all this...well, what on earth was this? She tried to make sense of things, but really had no idea, none at all, what inspired such a thing. Perhaps she ought hide under the table. (d)



Aegraine: A huge flat fish platter went crack over the head of a would be assiallant! "oh Pardon. " She tried to sound sorry. "It be accident good person. Ach! Poor fish. " To the one who moved too forward toward Beathag. " Twas a good fish, I swear." (d)



Rosealind: That solved the take-out question. (d)



Town Drunk: There was always the one drunk fool in the corner who got a laugh out of watching the scene before him, as if he was living inside a story and not realizing his life was on the line. "Yeeeeeee haw! Look at that woman go! Hot dog!" His toothless grin only widened with the tossing of blades and the stopping of hearts.




Bad Guy: The flash of a white cloak came with rapid speed, uncanny if you asked him, but it was only to be beat by the rapture of the blade tossed by the Duchess. Embedding deeply into his shoulder, blood splattered like rain over the perfect silk dress of the woman at his side, and it would be then he would turn to face the crowd. In slow motion he watched the once dormant lion move like the predator he was. Something about him in that moment looked all too familiar, had they met? Surely none could forget the pale cloaked Knight, but at the moment he was in a great deal of pain. Balian would be intercepted by two men who had been waiting for their turn, while the injured could get away. The man whose nameless face had haunted many let go of Shaden and moved out into the night in record speed. However, leaving all of his men behind to die. "You fight in an unjust cause, Sir Knight." One man hissed as he met blade to blade with the knight. "That Duchess is worth nothing without an heir..those lands will be no more." (d



Balian: The first of men was met with a snarl. His blade snapped down to collect the man's with a loud snap of steel against steel. A twist of his wrist freed the sword baring the crest of the white talon only to have it impail into gut. Ripping it out sideways to spill the mans inards to the ground he dropped to a knee just as that second blade came whipping over head. One quick slap of the blood saturated sword against the mans threw it off its target. Balian's forearm slammed into the mans throat to leave him gauging and his hands clutching his throat. He spun hard to his left and rocketed the sword downward to splice into the mans skull leaving him to stumble about dead on his heels while Balian charged for the door his bloodied hands reaching back behind himself to jerk the twin hand axes from his back. "...Seems to me.. That Justice.. been served.. ....Die well." He slid into the door frame and snap kicked the wood open while his blues narrowed searching the darkness for the soon to be dearly departed. [d]



Shaden Aramoire: Saving grace indeed as her assailent smacked her cheek for her struggling ways.. her head snapped back, glaring up at him the stain of his print upon her cheek.. odd for a moment she actually though she had hurt him. with her flailing, plain pain crossed his face for asplit second as his blood decorated the fine blue silk in a myriad of spoltchey polka dots she cringed back as he turned... her eyes lit on the dagger.. the lunged for it for it.. his hand still cruely gripping her arm.. befor she was shoved hard into the wall. tumbeling down in a mass of petticoats and silk, like a broken doll, the dagger in her delicate bloodstained hands.. but the man it was intended to kill.. now dissipeared into the night (d)



Aegraine: Ian's dagger was in her hand, quick as she could reach her boot top; a fish fork in the other hand; protective, defensive mode on. Shaden, you unhurt? Rosalind?" she made a fast glance over to her as well. (d)



Bess: "Touch m'people n' twill nay be the last time dagger moves.." She snarled,instead of being behind Balian? She moved to the side of him, on her way towards the other women. God leave her alone. Just leave the woman be...but that was too much to ask, wasn't it. They were being baited to give a show? Aberdeen would get one. In the seconds that followed it was evident why she was related to the Lord Marshall. That snap of hand outward after it touched her shoulder to jerk her around, clamping down with no mercy over the larynx. (d)



Bad Guy: There wouldn't be a return fight, how could it with moves as quick as Balian's, but with his sealed fate why would their be the need?



Maahes: A few women in the crowd screamed, as they huddled together all eyes turned upon the Duchess. He couldn't hear anything, but the muffled cries of the fears of others. When his eyes opened he could see anything other then the blur of the lights mixed with the red of his rage. He couldn't breathe, but as a foot hit harshly against his chest a hand would snap and the primitive manner would quickly be released. With a single twist the ankle broke shattering the bone clear up to the knee. It was on now. The screams of the women continued as Maahes took his stand, and would only grow as he moved forward. The sword curled to his back was released like a heavy pendulum removing what he amused was a head but in turn would only be the back of a chair. Like a bull blind in a china shop nothing was safe. How could you stop a man whose vision was only to the end of his nose, and heard only what he wanted..the pounding hearts of those around him. So straightforward down the path of destruction, a beast in rage tore after Balian. (d



Rosealind: "Oh, fear not for my safety," Rosalind murmured. She had plunged into battlefields before and was not anxious to do so again. The violence was unnerving, for it happened in such a common place, but it was not new to the woman. She gave but a backward glance at Aegraine, something hardening in her eyes, and went immediately to the woman in blue's side, eyes darting left and right to assure she was in the clear before hunching over Shaden in protection. "Are you well?" she asked softly, gingerly touching the lady's injured cheek. Rosalind had been a mender of household injuries -- splinters, bruises, maladies of a working estate and active menfolk. Injury was not new to her, either, though she abstractedly wished it were. Hooking her foot around a nearby chair, she dragged it over to her, walling it against the two women and whatever else might come their way. (d)



Balian: Balian gave a side glance toward his sovereign now standing at arms beside him. He couldnt help but to grin and nod toward her. There may have been men would would have argued or fought to keep the Duchess behind them for safe keeping but Balian knew that Beathag was no china doll either. He flipped the axe handles forward in his palms and met the curb of the street to gain light into the street. The screams of the women met deaf ears. What soldier hadn’t known the sounds of chaos? The sound of the bull charging up in his wake had hairs climb and rise along the back of his neck. He spun back around and lift the axes up to guard just as the General came for him with a hard breath taken and a look of surprise gathered in his eyes. [d]



Shaden Aramoire: She shook her head slightly tears welling in her eyes, as they fell upon the fallen form of the Bull... " Maahes..... " his name was like a prayer.. falling from her lips as she scrambled across the disemboweled bodies, and headless wanderers to reach his fallen form.. the stench of innards and blood was in the air.. a fine mist that clogged the nose and would remain sickly sweet for days on end.. the smell of violent death.. her scoured him, covering his body serching for evidence of injury.. there was blood.. but it seemed to be the attackers.. spray and cast off from Bailens Sword " Maahes " she called his name as she pushed through the crowd toward him.. but like a leviithan he rose, sword lifted , the beast was loosed. " I'm Fine Lady Rosalind" she stopped when the woman called to her and touched her cheek.. " I've suffered worse.. " she moved back pulling Rosalind with her.. out of the way of the Bull.



Bess: There was little doll like about the White-Hound. Her beauty was still reserved for the myth lore of battle. It seemed to move like thunder claps on clouds in her vein. "Maahes!" She called to him. His eyes were blighted, so he would need direction. The men sent to die, there were still a couple left for picking. "Tis wot ye wanted? COME THEN" She bellowed, tilting her head back as the man chocked her hits to beginner's luck. She had seen Bannockburn but was no knight. Had fought for 18 years in no army other than rag-tags. Was lauded for the blade but was no talk of heraldic glory. Green eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as she punched his face, breaking the jaw, sending him a little easier toward Maahes, "Strike tae the right o' ye, General." (d)



Maahes: Bodies were broken from the very few that dare try and stop him. However call it what you will, third eye..sixth sense Maahes could feel a good fight against his flesh like the heat of the sun. Perhaps he would have passed Balian in his blinded anger, but the desire ran deeply. Perhaps Maahes's loyalty should have been tested fully. A lifetime in battle, arena after arena this was like a second nature. His motions were solid, strong but fluid as if it was a hundred year old tree standing before the Knight moving in the wind. The joining of metal cried out, and the Beast would hold his ground yet still his actions. "Is that it?" His voice purred from his lips like a hungry growl. Even his own voice sounded foreign, tuned out and inhuman. Was this a dream? "Are you going to die here, or fight me!" With a push he used his brute force to perhaps gain the footing on the man, and then quickly whipped his sword serving what would be a heavy blow if it would connect against the man's side. (d



Rosealind: Perplexed, she suddenly found herself back where she'd started, not much further than the chair she'd abandoned when Aegraine decided to use the fish for uses other than the originally intended. Her leg was aching, the old injury acting much as it did before a front moved through, so she shifted weight to the other. Her eyes watched the action like one would a joust, but her thoughts were wholly on the composition of her letter to Lady Mary. Would she have better luck when she met the woman Lady Mary had recommended her to? She sincerely hoped so, but in her years, she'd also discovered God had a very interestingly perverse sense of humor – or perhaps just a highly developed sense of irony. Surely she could not simply retire into widowhood in peace? "...And I hope this missive finds you well, as it leaves me. I must express my disatisfaction at my stay in Aberdeen, as the locals seem entirely posessed of a violent spirit," she murmured in French under the next female shriek. (d)



Balian: Just as the General charged him, Balians axes lit up, the left catching the blade of another while the right axe collided with the mans throat cleaving his head clean off. The pale cloaked one bent a knee to pivot with a hand snagging the dying mans sword from his hand. Ripping it free only to lock steel with the General and stumble a step off balanced by the sheer speed, "Maahes!" His eyes widened and he ripped the blade free again, instinct had the sword riffling forward and just before it would connect with the Generals torso he jerked it back and catch a hard blow to his own side from his hindered brotherens hand. He grunted out a hard breath and staggered to the left gasping for a breath. Fortune favoring that armor had taken the brunt of the blow and saved him a mortal wound just now but he could feel the sting of warm crimson. The sword spun back infront of himself. This was one fight he couldnt live with. He waited for the opening, waiting for the blade to move and he would throw a hard left fist toward the Generals jaw with all his might and pray it landed true and saved him from spilling blood of a man he held in the highest respects. [d]



Aegraine: Fish fork and dagger, she kept wary watch with weapons better fit for the banquet table. None woud come near her, or she would just prod them over into Maahe's path, so Aegraine thought.(d)


Bess: The men in her area, at least, seemed to have dispated by death. People rose up from in wall corners, under tables, behind upturned furniture and merely stared at the sovereign. Was this the touted culture? Were they the stout hearted crew? What was a woman to do...run..leaving such work to men. "She did sell her soul to move like that! No woman does! She sold her soul to the Devil and had black children...." This was test. Admitting her miserable failure in a snarl, anger fuelded grip took hold of a throat, shoulders.."Ne'er. say a word.." Her throat was locking, her joints locking. Anger did that to her.."Ne'er talk again 'bout ye god damned Devils or m'son in the same fookin' way or ye...will..meet ..him sooner than later." (d)


Aegraine: Wipes the fish fork clean upon the side of her skirts and hefts it for balance. "I like this; I might keep it; cannot judge one of the Almighty's weapons by the look of it, eh?" (d)


Rosealind: "It was a fortuitous order," Rosalind nodded, taking a break from composing her letter. (d)



Maahes: The hit was true, falling just where it was aimed and sending stars to cover what was left of his vision. They sang then his ears with a ringing that was God speaking. Open your eyes fool. He blinked as the light came back, and the ringing in his ears gave one last pop. The battle cry of ages there as he slammed the sword in frustration against anything, but once he saw Balian it stilled. Devil..Black..Bess. The blade dropped from the knight but was airborne to strike the man or woman so accusing with their tone to Bess. Oh how The Bruce was going to love this. "This is FINISHED!" He growled regaining what little bit of servitude he had left. Silence feel over the room as all eyes turned towards the General. How quickly he had learned to slip into his rightful place after his fit of anger and frustration. A few hid under the tables, and he found himself wanting so badly to yank their bodies out; to scream and scream that they were cowards. However, the pain behind his eyes was enough to want to send him to his knees. "What.." He covered his eyes with the warmth of his hand..a bloody hand. " Happened? " Blood that was not his own. (d



Balian: His knuckles collided with the Generals jaw and Balians face contorted into a grimace shaking his fist while he staggered another step back dropping the bloodied sword to the ground to lay his hand across the wound at his side. His blues followed the General a moment before he looked back over his shoulder just as his back met the wall. "....Lady Aberdeen!.." He saw that grip, the fury in her eyes while she squeezed the on'lookers throat and Balian slid down the wall until his bottom met the rock below. "General?." He called out to confirm the man was comming back to himself. He shot another look, this time toward Rosalind and then back toward the Duchess. "....Breath.. ......Breath.." He cringed. [d]




Bess: "Dun, say it again!" He squeaked a prayer to his God to release the Devil woman's hands..devil...the word made her seethe all the more. Maahes suffered, Balian bid her be still but the hand was locked like a vice. The man's began to go with ash tones. As his lips began to blue, she snarled. "Ye are nay worth m'time.." Tossing him to the side, he collapsed on overturned stools, struggling in rasps for the air she'd deprived him of. What would the baliff's say of this? "Ne'er talk tae me." She pointd at him..turning to Maahes. Her brows softened if only a little, yes, her loyalty lay with the White Lion and the Black Lion, by no means the Aberdeenian spineless. (d)



Rosealind: Rosalind couldn't know what the man was trying to communicate to her. She did not know a single soul here. And she knew less than she did before, given the amount of carnage strewn about the floor. The sweet stench of fresh blood was making her stomach turn. She looked to the other woman implicated in Balian's gaze. Perhaps in her letter to Lady Mary, she hadn't heard the dire insult, but she knew a woman hardly acted like that out of mere spite. Oh, people outside of Dunstaffnage were so curious, so strange, so violent and unpredictable! She had to admit, though, in her heart of hearts -- this night was more interesting than any at Dunstaffnage. No sewing circles here! (d)



Maahes: "Marshal?" He questioned the man's actions but instantly the color drained from his face as he watched Balian slide down the wall. Tables..chairs..bodies..whatever were tossed aside in his mad dash for the man. "Balian, how badly are you hurt?" Kneeling before the man he moved one hand to remove the sleeve from his own shirt. How hard the tailor had worked on it..lots of good that did huh? "I'm not a healer.." He muttered under his breath. "but.." He wanted to see it, to make sure the blood was really coming from Balian's body. Balian didn't bleed, he was unstoppable..right? His face hardened as the wound was before him, and though it would not be his death he could help but feel for his friend. "..hold that there." Oh how Aislin would be proud! Stop the bleeding..clean it..seal it, it's easy Maahes if you just let me do it! Dark eyes passed from Balian to glance over his shoulder for Bess, though in many ways he knew she could take care of herself, the Arab just wanted to make sure she was there. (d




Balian: He was biting down on his teeth hard to keep from making audible of the pain but he shook his head when Maahes dropped to a knee beside him. His hand came up to grip his shoulder a moment and look him in the eye to make sure it was his friend back in clear mind before he would lay his hand over the cloth placed to the wound and muster a grin. "Tis a good thing.. you hit like a women.." A jest of all things. Even though a cannon had nothing on Maahes it was his attempt at relieving the concern in Maahes for him. "It’s a scratch.. .. None worry of it." He had survived far worse. He squeezed his shoulder before bringing his second hand over his first hand to hold the cloth there just a little longer and enjoy the comfort of the hard cold wall and ground bracing his weight. His blues searched the grounds between each body and pool of blood before he would take in a relieved breath. What trouble would this bring? He bit back down on his teeth and lift his eyes to follow the Generals toward Bess. "..Are you alright?" [d]



Bess: "M'lions need tae be cared for, " she muttered , "Ye both are worse for wear." Of herself? Disshelved strands, a frumped dress. For once a fight on which the other side saw her in one piece. Bloody, broken. The Lions asked of the Hound her state to which she replied, "Fine." Turning to look about the room, by now, free to leave people had poured out into the streets. Scuttling quickly to home, others moved on to ther establishments to tell the story. Behind chairs, behind furniture she spied Rosalind at a makeshift fort. "Did ye come out alright lass?" (d)



Maahes: He wouldn't leave Balian, but would sit back on his own foot watching the Duchess move forward. It had hit him, before the Marshal's joke of what he had done, but Maahes was not one to pine for his mistake...at least in public. 24 hours would pass before he would leave the Knight's side. Even as Balian would sleep, he wouldn't be too far. Perhaps he would have done it anyway, but if the man were to die by his own fault how could he forgive himself? "We need to get back to Skye, and to see Aislin." Because in his mind she was the only healer. (d



Rosealind: She found both her husband's and Lady Mary's typically Scottish reply come rapidly to hand at the woman's query. "Oh, aye." Mindless of the custom she'd adopted, she smiled. "Are you well, my lady? All in one piece, truly?" She pushed the chairs back where they belonged, making order out of at least one small section of the room. She wondered what the innkeep would think. Ah well. He would likely be past caring at this point. Best burn it down and raise it anew. (d)



Balian: He shook his head a little. "Im alright.. .. really.. None sense in traveling back.. .. The Lady Windsor is good at piecing her husband back together, eh?" The Gods knew she had done it more then a few times already on Skye soil. "Help me to my feet?" He reached back out for Maahes hand while he lift his blues back toward the Duchess. "Worse for wear.. ..Maybe but we three are just warmed up. Still in the fight your Grace." He wasn’t ready to throw in the towel on this expedition just yet. He had a job to do and had worked through far worse wounds and lived to tell the tale. [d]



Bess: "We have a physician with us iffn' the Lady Windsor can nay set it right." She stated in a tone mirrored of a man trapped inside of a woman's body. Einar had given his daughter of all things her hair, eyes, height, and an incredible temper that wore down on the nerves. Emotion jarred behind it, still hidden. "Aye, child, Ah be in one piece, truly.Tis nay the first such thing, Gods knows when it will e'er be the last." The Gods were making a mockery of every ardent attempt, promise, or chance to come away from the business of militant men. (d)

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

Aslan Burning: A short trip home, to what seemed to be a vacant city as the morning started with a patches of thick fog. It was good to be home, if only for a short while; dumping vagabonds and misfits and replacing them for more.."worthy" men. Sea legs were something he was getting used to as the General only spent the first leg of the trip green. "I'm getting better at this." He mumbled as he wobbled from the plank as the docks were boarded. (d


Balian Windsor: The Pale cloaked one, marched down the portside of the ship with a few of the Turas Lan Riders in tow. His right arm lay beneith the fabric to hold the wound at his side. Long locks of wheat drawn back behind his head with a white bandana. "Unload the gear and horse...And return to the Tower until further word.. .. dispatch this to Sir Crownguard to find me here." He extend a scroll back to Orian, one of his finest of men before his spurred heels met the plank to carry him to the dock below. Icy blues took their turn across the port for its inspection before the arrival of the court. [d]


Emeritus Memoria: You would never find Eamonn on the decks of a ship, not willingly anyways. Truly, the only way to get him aboard would have to be drug induced or dragged on unconsciously. He was quite fond of keeping BOTH feet on solid ground, where it did not move from under his feet. Perched upon the saddle of Finbar, as he could be found many times, had one land holding the reigns of his horse, while the other grasped the leads of four horses, thick, broad, muscular, and ideal working horses. This time, he was not garbed in the layers of chainmail and armour, having left such at home. Instead, the gambeson of a dense texture was worn over the thin undertunic. The dockhands had need for good strong horses to tow heavy items that no man could easily bother with. Hazel eyes drifted to the docking ports and noticed the presence of a familiar ship. Ah, so they were returning where they? Eamonn silently wondered how long, as well as silently wishing that the pompous dictator in the castle would be ship RIGHT back to the lands he came from. Such a prior meeting with Maubrey did not go well, for Eamonn was HARDLY a politcal man of words, save for steel in form of sword or lance. The stoic features turned to the man and he passed the braided rope to him, giving to him one of the four horses. Releasing the reins, he took the bag of currency and tucked it away into the leather belt pouch at his side.


Set In Her Way: Beathag, unlike Eamonn, was at home on water. If the world could be comprised of a few grassy moors, the tall masts of ships, and the weight of steel in honorable hands the world would be place that would suit her. As it was? Red knuckles on each hand denoted that the world was a place where tests were issued. Some she excelled at, others? The Duchess was a failure, but was not among those to stay in Aberdeen. How she wished she could! The wind caught loose pieces of hair out of the twisted coils of braid at the nape of her neck. It was a fashion dignified, yet simple. Her mother had done so, her grandmothers, great grandmothers. Braids were as Nordic as ties to the conquerorsAodhan played with the whisps, clung tight to his mother by his legs at her waist. The lad never held on so much, so tight! To some he'd be too heavy to carry. But what was heavier than the burden of realization to how different he was? The lowering of the gangplank would find her descending with him in her arms, saying little to nothing. On the sail here, she'd said so few words that her presence was akin to the thick fog. Looming, silent. The only time she spoke thus far was when Aodhan would whisper to her, and for him she would whisper back with a little smile (d)


Warden of Valor: With the Tower only a few blocks away the scroll was received and having Tristan on top his mount and racing down the streets toward the scent and sounds of the sea. Long brown cloak baring his own seal danced in his wake while the heavy black draft was brought to a hold before the ports leveling his brown gaze across the hard wood to find the large ship carying the Marshal of Turas Lan's heavy calvary and the court. "My Lord Balian." He smiled faint and bowed his head. [d]
Aslan Burning: His slow mongrel steps carried quietly behind Balian as the Marshal gave orders that were on the tip of his tongue, but he would have one more to add. "See to it your Lord gets medical treatment." Eyes met the man he did not know and beckoned them to follow his own gaze as it fell to the underside of one side. As the sun rose, the Muslim turned to face where the raise would take place had it not been hidden. His prayer was under his breathe, but rich with his native tongue. One more week of this, he thought to himself realizing why the fumes of the past battle affected him so. He had yet to eat for the day, and not a drop of water; nothing had entered his body but the poison. Returning to the small group he watched as the Hound carried her devil skin son, and moved to offer her his assistance down. (d


Balian Windsor: His left hand rest over the pommel of the nameless sword baring the crest of the White Talon before the grip while he searched each face at the dock before finding the Lord Marshal. His head dipped into a bow with a light smile only to have his attention taken next toward the arrival of Tristan. "Sir Tristan.. .. my orders have been carried out then and the status of the Riders?" He was eager to know, it was difficult enough for him to leave his men in anothers care but there were few he trusted as much as he did his long time brother and friend of Crownguard. Hearing the good General add to the command caused him to grin a little before he would nod in agreement. Stitches might actually be a good idea at any rate. "Sir Tristan Crownguard.. ..Allow me to introduce to you my friend and brother in battle.. General Maahes Asad Aziem." [d]


Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn closed the belt pouch strapped to the belt around his waist--the same belt that held up the scabbard for his trusted sword--securing the currency within. As hazel eyes turned back to the docks, familiar faces were spotted leaving the ship's quarters, among them the Lord Balian, the brutish General, and his Sister with her son Aodhan. It was rather fortunate that the people of Aberdeen did not speak ill of Aaodhan in his presence, for Eamonn would have surely balanced the population out at the tip of his sword. His bearded chin was dipped reverently to the Marshal of Turas Lan, and even to Maahes, who looked ill after stepping off that ship. So it was the boyancy of wood that thwarted the beastly General? Inwardly, Eamonn scoffed at the though and looping the leads around the horn of his saddle, Eamonn quickly dismounted, booted feet striking the ground as he left Finbar's side and moved to his sister. He bowed to her, for even though they were kin of blood, it was still proper to show respect as a servant of the Duchess. ``It is good to see you return safely, Lady Bess. Lord Aodhan. I trust..things went well in Aberdeen?`` He inquired, hopefully better than his encounter with Maubrey. Eamonn wanted to run him through with his lance. Lips pressed themselves together as he regarded his sibling plainly, glancing from Aodhan back to the blonde shield maiden.


Set In Her Way: Bethag was endowed with attributes proven a calamity to feminity. Father's temper over ran her mother's calm in droves. The adrenaline only sank into the pores of flesh to go stagnant. Her mouth was sealed to keep from speaking vice, only opening when the twin head of gold made his way through the populace nearby. "Aodhan, look. Tis your Uncle." She whispered, hoping to cheer the little boy. He offered a half-hearted smile that had no place on his always jolly face. "Thank ye, Sir. They are not so well." Short stints of speech? As annoying as her longwinded words could be, the lack of them was an unwelcome occurrence in nature. The little boy whispered he wish to go down to see one of the head docksmen nearby, and given permission, she'd set him down to find some bit of happiness. (d)


Warden of Valor: He brought a closed fist up over his heart and leaned back in the saddle to nod down to him. "Aye, the food had been distributed to the people as you requested.. ..The men are well, eager to here news of the return of the court im sure...Patrols have been kept and report nothing more then the usual ocassional bandit encounter or poacher. All is as you left her Lord Windsor." His brown eyes lift back toward the large ship that carried them. "There is another matter I need speak with you on when the time is appropriate." Spoken a moment before his eyes would find the Pale cloaked one again. And then move to Maahes once the formal introduction was made. He dipped his chin toward the man. "It is my honor to meet you.... Balian has written me of you." He like Balian was a crusader and understood well enough the Muslim culture and would find Maahes no different then the Marshal. [d]


Aslan Burning: "He can write?" Such a coy grin turned to the Marshal, and back to his new acquaintance. It was a joke that once had been of his own part, but now as he eased into social conduct it was turned around. With a dip of his head the introduction complete. Arms would fold over the expanse of his chest as he took in the man before him. Sizing up without threat, but relief that there was such protection while they were away. Balian would have a little shadow for the day..ok a big shadow until the healer was found. "Though that should not come as a surprise, Balian is a very well educated man." Eyes would then turn to the Horseman of wheat colored hair, that stood just at the side of his Sister. Can't say the same for that one. Thought, but not spoken. However, in the past month their relationship had been a bit better as after the birth of Eamonn's son how could he be the one to tear down such a high spirit. Where was that wife of his? She's got stitches to put in! The thought would have his heart sink again moving his sight to the wound that was being held, and he heaved a heavy breath. "Can't say the same for myself." In the distance he heard the bells of the daybreak, knowing that it would not be long before the barracks would be filled with what he hoped was training footmen. However, there was doubt as he trusted very few to the task he held while away..(d


Balian Windsor: Balian took that final step to come before Tristan's horse bringing his hands up to the bridal giving light to the dried blood stains of several different men against his attire to light. Last nights encounter having left its mark. The horse was brought eye to eye with him a moment before his attention was brought back to his Second man with a nod. "Very good.. .. and what business is this you need speak of?.. I have no secrets from the General you need concern of." He then laughed hearing the General and did nod. "Aye, house broken an'all.. Im all growing up, eh?" He expected that much of the General whom hadnt left his side since the wound was taken despite how many times the veteran Knight told him he would be alright and he should find his own rest. He was a good man, though Balian seemed rich in such ways of knowing some of the finest of people and calling them friend. Ironic actually that it was Maahes who lectured him upon his arrival about not needing friends or trusting isnt it? He grinned back at the dark skinned male with the thought. "You have your own ways and talents my friend." [d]


Emeritus Memoria: With hair but a shade darker than the golden tresses of his sister, Eamonn was hard to miss, paired with his taller figure and commanding presence. Aodhan offered a half-smile, and while Eamonn rarely smiled in return--as too many years of service and tragedy hardened his heart--but for Aodhan, a child so young still, there was an exception. The corner of his mouth twitched upward a bit in a half smile, and a large hand reached out to give the boy's shoulder a light squeeze. Children could change a man, the both of his daughter and son now was proof enough for it. The Lord Marshal arched a brow partly at Aodhan's words, but he said nothing of them yet, finding Bess' usually loquacious tongue silenced and the typically jovial Aodhan in somberness. What had gone on in Aberdeen? Eamonn nodded to his nephew as Bess set him down, but hazel eyes turned back to Bess, and the reminants of that smile gone instantly. ``What happened in Aberdeen, Beathag.`` Something of ill news happened, and Eamonn wanted to know just WHAT that something was. news happened, and Eamonn wanted to know just WHAT that something was.


Set In Her Way: "M'son is being picked apart for what he can not help." She canted her head to the boy, who in turns had grown a darker color with the summer season, in the winter? He might pale, but always to be olived toned. "The King asked if he was truly the heir, n' has accepted it. People are cruel, all the same." Like a thunder storm with lightning not yet struck, there was more. There was so much more but how did she begin to tell him? Aman-un-Din's last words of advice echoed in her mind. She went to the Pandora's box, literally, on a rain soaked night when Aodhan had run off..only to find him in a home that shouldn't have stood. Her home. Only to find a man named Amhlaidh that should have been dead. Only to see her lineage laid out on a table to be picked over by heralds. She still had not yet made a public acceptance of the King's offer for her name to be with the Harpers, as it should. Shaking her head softly she continued, "It is very hard for him, n' fer meh, to see him tha' way." (D)


Warden of Valor: He laughed hearing the General. "Maybe.. You never know what trickery he may have in mind. He could have paid a coin to another to write it for him." He leaned forward again the saddle to brace his weight against his palms on his thighs while his eyes found Balian's once more. "Tis more a private matter then buisiness.. But as you wish." He took a heavy breath in, unknowing of just what the outcome of his words might bring. "I would like your blessing.. ..Your blessing to court your sister Alika.. if I may. You know I am a true heart .. ..and I have a place in meh heart for her. I would be lying to myself if I tried to hide it longer." He waited, waited for Balian's rath and the infamous lion to strike him and throw him from the saddle. But there was hope! [d]


Aslan Burning: Alika? He had to smile at the name and turn that feature into a smirk wondering how this would go. She had a very dear place in his heart, as when a group of townsfolk gathered in the mornings to receive their lessons
she had been first in line. He regretted that he had to give up the private teachings to deal with more urgent matters. Yet he wondered what she had in fact been up to. Well..it seemed he found his answer. This wasn't his place, but instantly he felt himself throw up his guard and eye the man. No one was good enough for any of the women in Skye he felt, but at least he was making a noble attempt. Maahes was a very protective man, especially when it came to the women and children. Like Eamonn they were his soft spots, as Galen was proof. The wondering boy he tripped over in the snow..Could have left him for dead you know. Noooooo he had to pick him and bring him home. Oh how his heart hurt in that instance as he thought of his blonde haired son whose travels kept him away as his black haired father wanted to make sure he had the very best education. Galen would not have the broken body his father had, no he would have mind like none other. Keeping quiet he took just a few steps back to open the space and provide the two with a little privacy. (d


Balian Windsor: His brow lift hearing Tristan and his head couldn't help but to tilt. One hand remained against the bandage holding to the wound while the other returned to lay across the pommel. His smile failed him when he realized it was no jest and in fact Tristan lay down a very grave path for men he didn't approve. "Oh this." Were the only words he could find right off but soon after he lift his chin and did nod once. "Sir Tristan, you know my thinking on the subject and to often had I seen my sisteh's happiness quickened. . ...A man like you knows me well enough to know I dont need to give you warning to heed." He licked his lips. "You have my blessing.. and my love, there is no man I should soon find to care for her more and support my sisteh." He released his hold on the sword and reached up to pat Tristan on the arm. He grinned and nudged Maahes before thumbing back toward Tristan. "Some big brass ones on this one, eh? I have to respect a man like this. Wouldn't you agree General?" He chuckled. [d]


Emeritus Memoria: Picked apart? Those words made a frown appear on his features, and at the motion of Bess' head, Eamonn glanced over his shoulder and toward Aodhan. The boy was a darker shade than he, nearer the tones of Maahes or Aman-ud-Din even. What wrong was there in that? Whipping back around to Bess, his frown deepened as more somber, gloomy words fell from her lips. Eamonn already had an idea just what Bess meant, and it ignited that fiery temper of his to hear such news that supposed adults would enact upon a child. A CHILD. His eyes narrowed. No one should ever be such a victim of discrimination, especially Aodhan. Well, pigment of flesh or not, Aodhan was still the heir, and Eamonn would give his life to protect that right. ``Pray those of Aberdeen, then, do NOT meet me.`` He said bitterly, though not directed to his sibling. ``I have a sword that will carve flesh from bone, and we will SEE how different they bleed.You may tell them, Bess, that his uncle will go all the way around their fat necks until their heads roll off if he should hear of such and meet them.`` Every word was coated in that serious, husky tone. Oh he meant it. No one treated family of his in such a manner. Eamonn did not deal with injustice like that for ANYONE. These Aberdeen folk..it was becoming harder and harder for him to believe that Bess ever came from the stock of these people.


Set In Her Way: German, Lituanian, Greek. Russian. French. The ports of Aberdeen were a plethora rich in intonation of other lands, but woe unto the child who was the color of the earth food grew in, or the trees of ages. He was ridiculed in that his head knew no baptismal water, that he was a heathen. He must have been a Moor, a blackamoor, a piece of shyte left in the womb. "I will." At this moment it was hard to believe such a place had been home. It was hard to walk the streets of the town, it was torchure to find that house. What else could they possibly want there? As it was she had little care to ever set foot on Scotland again. One discovery after the next.. She looked as if she'd slept little in the last few days. Aodhan had nightmares the likes of which he never did here, even after all he'd seen. Respite? There had been no respite, not anymore. Turning to one of the servants, she gave a request, "Ah want you to go to the castle, n' have m'axe brought down. The King wishes to see it for 'imself." Pray for any who ended up on the wrong end of it. He could see it, at this point, he could have it. When she left Aberdeen it wouldn't return with her. (d)


Warden of Valor: His muscles were tense and ready to get a blunted strike from the lion though when hearing Balian finally speak he smiled and bowed his head. "Those words wont need to be heard for them to be understood Lord Windsor... Thank you." He maintained his composure and discipline as one would expect from the knight even though he wanted to jump up and down cheering a latin victory to the gods above that the pagan served but he simply lift his eyes toward the heavens and grinned a moment before turning his attention back to Balian. "I should take my leave then." He set his heels back and turned the draft back to the street. Nodding once toward the General before making his way off. [d]


Aslan Burning: "I'm amused to say the least." He returned Balian's smile though his attention was half way on the conversation that was going on within the same space. "Big ones." He mused before releasing his arms and turning to face Bess. "When is it we meet this King?" His deep voice boomed from his chest as the circle was closed with his presence. With Eamonn's words he realized perhaps that neither he or himself would be the prime to take within the meet, and a cast his gaze towards Balian would find the answer. (d


Balian Windsor: He dipped his chin toward Tristan when he turned to take his leave. Then his icy blues would fall back to the General just as he shift his weight to find comfort in leaning against a dock post and relieve some of the
pressure from the wound. "There is another matter I had in mind to speak with you of; Im an effort to drill the men further.. ..I would like to coordinate some field training between the Heavy calvary and other divisions of Skye's military.. Is this something that would interest you once things settle 'round these parts and we find the time for it?" You could never be to ready for battle was his thinking and the more practice they made at it the more likely they would bring more of their men home alive. Then hearing him begin to speak to Bess he fell silent to settle his blues back toward the trio.[d]


Emeritus Memoria: It seemed the stock of Aberdeen had been altered, or Bess had truly been a child not of their kind if this news--and by the demonstration of Maubrey--was iconic for the lands of Aberdeen. Eamonn was angry, angry that fools could take such distaste for a child that did little wrong in his eyes. If word EVER came back to him that Aodhan had been treated poorly again and any mother's son that called themselves Aberdeen stock came to the shores of Skye, they would pray to their God or gods that they were back on safer shores. At the mention of the 'King', Eamonn scoffed and frowned in pure distaste. Oh he had a few WORDS with the man, and Eamonn was ready to cut the man. Long arms folded over his chest, and hazel eyes went to Maahes. ``King of the DEAD is what he will be should I see his rottened face again. Pray you keep that axe from my hands in his presence Bess. I swear I will kill that man next we meet.`` He replied stiffly, obvious distaste for the man present on his features. ``I had a few words with this man, and he is not MY king. He never will be. Send him back to Aberdeen, Bess, or I WILL, and in a manner I know best deserving for such a crone. His HEAD wrapped in his own silks and linen.`` Eamonn spat out visciously, sneering and glancing over to Finbar.



Set In Her Way: "The King...the King is in Scotland..who have you spoken to 'ere tha' has angered you..." The answer needed to come immediately. It was not wise to overburden one of them with anger, but two of them? Who'd crossed her brother's path to make him sneer on the very word? Was there more here than meets the eye? If Robert the Bruce was here....what had been told to Eamonn. "You there..what has happened in mah absence" As if the dockmen were the town crier to rattle off at all hours. She heard mention of how rumor said the king was visiting, but in fact, it was the Lord Maubrey from Glasglow, the Advisor of the English King..and his pet wife. Who then allowed such news to be said? "Ye mean he is walking..here...now.." She knew that. She knew they were coming, but to know they had come? "Tha' isn't the King o' Scotland. Eamonn. N' Ah'll take out the tongue tha' told ye such a falsehood." Her hands went white knuckled, her head began to ache at the mere thought. "If he thinks he is king 'ere....." Calm. She tried to invoke it. Leaning in so the party alone could hear she spoke lowly, "Tha'...sniveling bastard is Adam's father. He IS not, NOR will e'er be. ruler here...but tha' is his aim. He doesn't know..tha'..Adam is ..alive. N' he is here now.." She would have STRONG words for the messangers. Why was not a falcon sent with word? "Open up m'offices.." she said to a page, "Open up m'offices NOW." She canted her head to indicate where she was going..she was set to explode.(d)


Aslan Burning: "I think that is an idea I can look forward too." If you'll excuse me. Spoken with his eyes as Bess started her tantrum. She was at her ends, he was sure of it, and in dire need of a night alone with her husband. However, in the wake of all of the anger and frustration his gentle hand reached out to clasp the shoulder of the shaken woman. "Beth." He spoke quietly in a soothing tone, deep like distant thunder. His fingers tightened just lightly as if needing to break through that barrier. "M'lady, perhaps spend the morning with your son, and leave this to your men?" Could she trust this trio to not behead this 'fake King'? Look who was calling the kettle black, when in fact he would have been in the same shoe had he not been lectured on the importance of wearing the right mask and keeping up spirits. It could all be lost if she in fact lost her cool..Mae's head, and the Isle along side it. (d



Balian Windsor: The Pale cloaked ones brow lift hearing the Duchess, more then he could recall in a fortnight he had seen her Grace nearing looking more like her brother then the sovereign he knew to nearly always have a smile and see the lighter side of things. But they all knew it would be the darkest before the dawn. At mention of the political manuevering Balian pushed his weight to bring himself back to his full height of six and a half feet and his hand left his wound to clasp his fingers together before himself before he spoke. "Aye, I offer myself as emissary to carry any message you have for em, should it need be." To look stout and soldierly before the fake King and carry the message should provoke an interesting response. [d]


Beloved Souls: The arrival of Aislin could have been missed by all, for even with the thick heeled boots, she was never truly a noisey woman and did tend to listen more then speak at times. Bess could be spotted by the many men around her, which was not a new sight. Back in inverness, many men looked up to Bess or worked for her due to her trading business. The men that now surrounded her, happened to be the more closer in her life save her husband and son. The dark maroon attire may look like that of a male's but was fitted for her form to show what curves she still had from baring a child recently as long hair had once more been spun into a tight braid. No blood upon her today, for the charge of the infirmary had been given to another she trusted so she could begin to teach classes today. They were now done, leaving her to find her husband, which in turn brought her up upon the rear of the group to follow and listen, trying to figure out what was being spoken of instead of interupting and asking.


Emeritus Memoria: To Eamonn's knowledge, or what had been told him, Maubrey already had plans of being reinstated to a higher level, and to a simple Lord Marshal of the cavalry, his words of choice made it CLEAR that in the absence of his son, and with Eamonn not of a political man, it was easy to swindle him with words and intentions. Nonetheless, Eamonn did not like him. THAT Eamonn made clear. His eyes turned to Bess and his frown only deepened as truth became more apparent. The REAL King was in...Scotland? That lying bastard! Oh that made Eamonn even more angry to hear such news had been folly, or not yet enacted. Sharing his siblin's shortened temper, hazel eyes flared green, and his blood began to boil. Yes, Maahes saw to Bess, but Eamonn was going to kill the man. That lying bastard told a fallacy TO him! Sneering, as Eamonn wheeled around, the sight of his wife took his gaze, but the sneer, and bitter anger did not leave his face. ``That lying BASTARD. I will KILL him.`` Eamonn growled, glancing to Bess. Office? Oh no, Eamonn was going to FIND that man and made SURE he would be king of the dead, and be damned his pet wife. Brandishing his sword, Eamonn already was storming off toward the castle grounds, instructing a man to see that Finbar was taken to the stables. Maybe one of those draft horses could carry Maubrey's body after he dragged him down EVERY damn step and made sure his HEAD hit EVERY one of them.


Set In Her Way: "Nay, Eamonn. Ye can't. Kill him now n' ye are just as good as killin' Aodhan or me. Rue as I be to say it." She hated politcs. She hated intrigues. "Aislin...please.." She pointed over to Eamonn, though her hand was no better, it quaked, God knows she just wanted to break something in twain. She hated all of this. "He is stayin' in blue Castle....dun go near him. Make sure the guards watching him KNOW where their loyalties are..tell Alendral Sorschal. his work begins now. Ah can nay do this anymore taeday." Questions, comments? Concerns? Much as Eamonn rolled off one way she went the other. "OUT o' m'way unless ye want me tae DECK ye in the god damned ocean." Up the steps, toward that office....Aodhan was left in the capable care of the dockmen and their children, rest assured she'd watch from the window though. Albeit, locked door. If it was all going to topple..fine. If this was the end, fine, but she'd sure as hell take half of England with her at this rate. All of them were vipers.. all of them! She'd never set foot on Scottish soil after this, not if they forgot they were Celts, bending over to be England's whores they were. And this? The King of England was a whore to Maubrey! Some things really should just be settled on the blunt end of a sharp object. (d)

[strongjustice]

MEANWHILE... back in Turas Lan...

Lord William Maubrey: The Marketplace was bustling and William had been amongst the fine people of Turas Lan all day... meanwhile... Anwen was working her charm where it did them the most good... with Lord Iain Robertson in Struan... she would attempt to charm Lord Iain to their way of thinking... with the promise of lands and deeds far reaching Struan...

William was promoting his own benefit talking to people on the prosperous living they make here and how Lord Aberdeen treats his subjects...

And to willing ears, he speaks of atrocities that has occurred to English breathern living in Scotland... speaking about the border wars as if it was Lord Aberdeen's fault for a divided Scotland... protesting the Skye monetary system that seemed to divide Scotland...

Moreso, he was speaking to willing ears... not in large groups, but speaking the same speech to small attentive audiences.

The tall man of fifty and two, wearing the blue/black uniform of Maubrey, the necklace of status on the English court adorning his neck... the familiar sea-green eyes looked upon the fare people of Turas Lan... his charming bass voice rising and falling in octaves to keep people's interests.

Lord Eamonn of Eohmark: Had he known what company would be in the marketplace, Eamonn would have done well to avoid it for the day. So much for his luck. Eamonn rolled his eyes at the man, and paid no attention to him for his ears were far from willing, having heard enough. If only Bess was here, or even Adam. Perhaps they would let him run a sword or lance through the old fart. Seated up the back of Finbar, the blonde horselord dismounted, and pulling the bay mare with him, he neared a vender and passed the braided rope to the man. The farmer had recently lost his good working horse, due to old age and was in need of another. Though the man was short in currency, Eamonn stuck up a deal with the man and instead of a bag of coins, Eamonn took the bag of bundled grains that would most benefit the horses in the stables at Eohmark. Thanking the man, the tall Marshal turned and headed back to Finbar, tossing the bag into the small cart being towed by the rather stocky brown stallion, standing quietly beside Finbar. Making sure it was fastened down, hazel eyes glanced up to the man, and after softly scoffing, he turned back to the task at hand.

Lord William Maubrey: "Fare people of Turas Lan... I pray that young Lord Aberdeen does yu well... but he sides against Scotland... for I have word from King Robert, the Bruce... that Scotland tends to lend land and sword to King Edward... England and Scotland shall be one... with prosperity for all... I am no stranger to this fine city... I lived here under King Alan MacRauri... such a fine man... God rest his soul... I pray tell you all that King Edward has forsaken his ways of war and now pleads his case to the fine people of Scotland... and sends me here to bade good tidings to you all..." His bass voice booming across the masses, attempting to reach all that would listen... "Its men like..." he paused... seeing a knight of some circumstance, and points to him... "It is men like him... that keeps Aberdeen from uniting all of Britain... such as our ancestors wished it... I pray that all free men heed me... and understand that the good King Edward wishes to unite all free men under one King..."

Lord Eamonn of Eohmark: Now Eamonn was never one truly delve into politics, but from the sounds of it, this lord had ambitions of making Skye part of Scotland or England, not it's own nation and place of being. Eamonn knew all about the kinds of 'tribute' went to the higher nations, while the smaller estates that were baited with such words and were now either a ruin upon the field and hills, or were so poverty stricken that it sent a horrible ripple down the spine. Eamonn was no native to Skye, but already he could see that the people here were happy already. Was this man trying to change that? For what? Power. Eamonn could spit at the man's feet for his false words, and with that stoic, apathetic expression, he patted the large brown horse's withers. "Poltics, a real pain in the ass." He mumbled to himself.

Lord William Maubrey: "People of Turas Lan... remember your heritage... The Clans own this land... and the Lord of the Isles, Lord Alan... even died making sure the clans continue to own Skye... Align with King Edward peacefully... and so shall it be... Remember when yer Lord returns from meeting with King Robert, the words I speak... Thank you and may God bless..." then the man steps down and begins being congratulated by several prominent clan leaders...

Lord Eamonn of Eohmark: And if they did not align with this King Edward, whoever the man was, there was going to be war, treason, and a large death toll. Eamonn bit his tongue. How true were these words the man spoke? Eamonn had a HARD time being convinced that anyone on the outside could know what was good for the people, and where their allegiance rested. The greying man shook his head, and sighed at the Lord Maubrey's words. "Peacefully...how true do you think that will be?" The man asked, and Eamonn turned to him. "By the tip of his bloody sword. Once every man that calls himself a native and patriot of Skye is dead, then you will see his peace..under a tyranny boot." Eamonn replied bitterly, glancing in Maubrey's direction as he was being congratulated. "He'll not fool me again with his false words. By the MERCY of the Duchess here, the man stil breathes Skye air." Eamonn added, sneering softly.

Lord William Maubrey: William stood amongst clan leaders interested in the 'peaceful' ascension under King Edward... some vowing if King Robert agreed, they would follow... William just provided a charming greying beard covered smile... It was by fate that the crowds moved and shifted until when William turned around, he was face to face with the knight... "Well well M'Lord... we meet again... Did yu hear my speech?"

Lord Eamonn of Eohmark: How ardently the Lord Marshal wanted to run the old man Maubrey through with his lance, plunge it deep into that black heart. The man gave an impression that he was ALREADY in a position to govern the Isle, and that was something Eamonn would not let happen. Not so long as he drew breath. Eamonn would risk another night in jail or a beheading if it meant the death of Maubrey. At his misfortune, Eamonn was one again face to face with the Lord, though since he Scandinavian blood ran through his veins, Eamonn was a good three inches taller than the Lord. Eamonn made no effort to hide the scowl on his face and that deep, stiff frown. "I heard your black lies. Speeches should entail something of good and prosperity. None of which will come from YOU. Know this, your immunity here as a diplomat will not SAVE you forever, and when it expires, as will you." Eamonn shot back dryly. Such was why Eamonn would make a poor diplomat. He could never sit idly by and bear a false frown for the save of diplomacy.

Lord William Maubrey:William did not know of Lord Adam's orders not to harm Lord Maubrey... but to keep him in check... William wore no weapons... used no guards... save one... Anwen... who by now was wooing Lord Iain Robertson... Still William knew that his death would surely benefit England's quest, but it would not do much for his own... William looked up to the Knight and smirked... "A big one now aren't yu... I'd say yu were Not a NATIVE of Skye... yet you hold such a prominent office, as would yer uniform declare..." his voice emphasized 'not a native' for the crowd... "And yet... yu criticize me... I tell no lies... white nor black, boy..." then he smirked... "Then I shall live forever... as my immunity comes not only from King Edward, but from the Scot clansmen of McKinnon, and McDonald of the south... and I am sure Lord Aberdeen would not wish to argue symantics with them..." he gave a smirk again...

Lord Eamonn of Eohmark: His orders did not come from just Adam, but the words of his sister, who ordered him NOT to harm Maubrey and let the man live. How badly he wanted to go all the way around his neck with the end of his sword until his acursed head fell off and rolled into some bog to never be seen again. Skye would be all the more better off without him. No, he was not a native to Skye, but then again he was not standing upon a soap box preaching false promises of tranquility for surrendering to another nation, one greater than Skye in land mass and population, or so he had heard from the Lord Advisor. Eamonn pressed his lips together and arched a thick brow. "No, I am not a native, but I do not pretend to be a savior of Skye. Do not be so certain that your grey hairs will linger. As soon as word is given for your dispatch, I will GLADLY dispatch you of your lying tongue. Skye WILL have peace, when you leave these shores and NEVER come back, by YOUR leave, or FORCE." Eamonn bit back, unamused, and without any sort of smile on his stone features.

Lord William Maubrey: William laughs, almost in his face... "Nor do I... I am no savior... I am nothing but a messnger for my King... to a downtrodden people who wills to be free and prosper..." again William laughs... "Nay, I shall not die by any of Skye... nor Scot hand...nor of England... can yu say that, boy?" then he smirked...

Lord Eamonn of Eohmark: If he was nothing more than a messenger, then WHY could he not kill this man? Send his head back to the King of England, that would be message enough for what Skye had intended for England. No tyranny. Downtrodden? Eamonn frowned. He met not ONE person, common and unaffiliated with nobles of clans, that were oppressed. "You call me BOY one more time, and I will risk imprisonment or death if it means your end." Eamonn growled out, glaring hard as the man walked away with his clansmen counterparts, no doubt having something in hand with the serpant of a man. Hands at his side clenched into tight fists, so tight that the knuckles began to turn white. "Lying Bastard. Pray you leave Skye soon." He sneered, and turned back to Finbar.

Lord William Maubrey: Lord William smirked again and waved at the knight as he was suddenly whisked away by clan leaders... men known for their resistance to the Lord of the Isles…

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Adam was walking to the King’s counsel chambers nearly demanding another meeting with Robert the Bruce… a long time friend and sword brother… though this time, he was sure the meeting would not go well, since the first meeting Bess had with the King and the tavern attack.

As Adam was nearing the doors to be announced, when, out of the office came good Lord Statham… Lord Thomas Statham was the personal advisor to King Robert, from the court of the English King Edward. Both men bowed and Lord Statham smiled as he carried a scroll in his hand, the seal of the Scot King set upon it… Adam neither smiled nor frowned… his emotionless expression accompanied the mandatory courtesy bow as the men passed… Sea-green eyes notced the scroll and thoughts of treason spiraled thru his mind…
One last look at the back of Statham, Adam breathed deep and entered the chambers… Having been announced, Adam was bowing near the King’s raised platform…

Robert pushed back the royal red robe and stood, looking down at Adam… “Lord Aberdeen… how may I help you…?” Adam glanced up then back to the door… then with eyes to the ground at his foot… “Mae King… may we speak in private…” Robert motioned to the attendant and to the guards… “Leave us…” Adam remained at the kneel… til he heard the door shut… then he stood up and looked at Robert…

The King had a look of surprise… “Who gave yu permission to rise…?” Robert snapped… Adam narrowed the sea-green eyes and stepped toward Robert, his finger pointing to the floor… “Step off yer pedestal mae King… stand with the commoners…” then his voice began to take on a different tone… “Ah coom here in protest, as Ah have word of such atrocities toward mae son…mae wife… and mae court… first people of yaer court… and even yae mabbe, speak o’a black son and mae wife’s sin of naet bearin’ child…” his hand extends showing the small scar… “He is o’mae blood as any livin’… and mae wife mae bae barrin… baet tis none’s business baet mae own… faer mae heir is my son… yaer court curses mae commoner lineage… and mabbe mae lineage is more royal than yer own… and mae wife’s heritage goes back to the Vikings… Harpers o’ the King laeng afore yae… Proof has been provided from yaer own libraries…” his tone was elevating above the King’s… and both men were frustrated and voices boomed...

Just then the door opened and a guard looked in… Robert snapped a wrist at him… “No one enters… for nothing…” Robert barked..

Adam chuckled… “Ahhh, Ah am glad yae decided tae listen without yaer guards taking mae tae prison…” His eyes narrowed once again as the sea-green darkened more… “Robert yae bae a disgrace tae the Scots… and Ah am beginning to doubt yer actions… like that Lord Statham… he is one of Maubrey’s herd… and yu entertain his muses… and of the scroll…??” Robert’s eyes grew large… “How do yu know…?” Adam simply laughed… “Ah dae nae coom unprepared mae King… mae court is not as fallible as yaers… If Ah find out yae sell off Scotland tae the English agin… Ah shall naet stop Skye from protecting her borders…” then he looked directly at Robert… “No matter where they ly… “

Not since William Wallace, and Robert’s ascension to the throne of Scotland, had anyone even similarly treated Robert as Adam did… and Adam was a servant of Scotland and Skye… not just a king… and as Lord of the Isles, he stood against the King of Scotland… as it had many centuries ago…

Lord of the Isles ! Was this phrase of title to limit the holder ONLY to Skye? Or could it be interpreted as Skye, the Inner and Outer Hebrides such as it was now… or could it be interpreted to mean, the previous mentioned AND all the Isles of Britain??? Pause and consider the consequences of such a title… Lord of the Isles… but which Isles…?

Robert nears Adam, his finger poking Adam’s chest… “Yu mean to threaten me? Scotland? You would presume to come here, and present yerself as royalty… I am the one who gave yu the tile and the lands… I…!!! Robert the Bruce, King of Scotland…”

That did it… Adam’s eyes darkened to an emerald green, and two hands pushed the King backwards, then he advanced to the man caught off-balance. “Dam yae Robert… yaer like yaer Father… he gave up William Wallace tae the Ainglish, naew yae offer up the new Scotland to the Ainglish… shall yae do the same tae mae?” Now Adam poked the King in the chest… “yae listen tae me… mae wife and Ah came here with all good intentions… naet tae overthrow a kinsman… mae wife came here to reclaim her family status as Harpers… and Ah came tae offer help… tae reunite Scotland… tae plan tae push the Ainglish back across Scot borders…” One heavy sigh and he continued, his anger had peaked and now deminished… “Many g0od Scotsmen, and their families suffered at Inverness tae the Ainglish… and Ah and mae friends almost lost our lives… and naew the Ainglish reside where yae su’pose ta…Ah say no more…”

“What do yu propose me to do…” Robert said meekly… "England is too powerful..."

Adam backs up a bit and breathes… “Aingland isn't dat powerful... and we have other nations at the ready to assist Skye... Lord Maubrey wants all o’ Skye, Scotland… and Aingland… 'e has been a major influence in the border wars… and supplied the Battle of Inverness… Ah know he plans tae move north toward Aberdeen… and Ah bet yae just signed away land… land suggested by the Ainglish as untenable… yet it is best for military strategy… Ah’d bet mae life on it…aye?” Robert nodded his head then looked down in disgust of himself.

Adam kneels before Robert… “Mae King…gimme latitude tae dae wet Ah must… protect mae family and court whilst we are here… Open yaer mind tae the future… total freedom faer all… free from religious control… Give mae wife a second chance… honor mae son as if he was of my own loins… This is all Ah ask… and in return, yaer family shall always be free and honored in Scotland… dae this and Ah swear on mae life… the Celtic renaissance’ll take hold here as it has in Skye…”

Basically Adam had asked Robert to let him have equal powers... and as King, to sit back and be the King of ALL Scotland... as a figurehead...

Robert walked back to his throne, and sat slovenly, his head lowered... As for Adam... he had a meeting with the Courtesan... next Lord Statham...

[Anwen of Connacht]

William had set off to speak with Clan leaders in another part of Turas Lan. Anwen went in search of Iain Robertson to sway him to their side.

Her deep crimson gown clung to her body, like a lover's embrace. The color of it accentuated the blue of her eyes, deepening them to a rich hue of sapphire, and the red of her hair.


The bodice hugged her form with just a hint of creamy breast to be revealed and pushed up slightly to show them off. Her red hair just above her shoulders was adorned with small jewels, she looked the respectable Lady Maubrey, any seeing her would never suspect her underlying motives, or abilities. Her speech and manners pristine as those of a lady born and raised. Blue eyes scanned faces of those she passed searching for the one she sought. Finally they feel upon Iain Robertson.


Walking in his direction he was talking to several men when opportunity knocked and a small child playing with a dog ran passed causing her to bump into him 'accidentally',with a small gasp she lost her balance teetering to remain upright and not fall.

She reached out and grabbed his arm for steady herself, balance regained she gave him a small shy smile. " Pardon, Sir... I am sorry." her voice soft she looked up into his face and then looked away. Inwardly she smiled. "Nice Anwen very nice.... keep it up. Play the defenseless meek Lady... gain trust... use all your charms and reel him in" she chuckled to herself at her thoughts.

And so it begins...

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

The Harper's Child and the King, Part II

Behind sealed doors, Beathag came forward and paid reverance to the King of Scots. Robert Bruce, once the Earl of Kerrick, was crowned in 1306. He wanted to see for himself the extent of her reverance by way of lengthened loyalty. He was not the only sovereign she had lived beneath in her time, though Scotland's only king. The thorn in the side of the papacy and the subject of the Plantagnet generations. Nothing was built that could last forever but he sought to try. It only served to want a piece of forever in the practice of an old tradition, only it would cost him at this rate of exchange.

The gauzed material of her dress was captured in the center of moving palms. It seemed slick as oil from holding the moisture of Aberdeen Castle walls. His finger beckoning bid her rise as he studied the action as it related to her. He had never seen a woman so tall or as possesed of the traits relative to his best soliders. This was his Harper, then. "Rise, Lady Aberdeen. So, I see you. This was not how I had thought I'd first see you nor meet with you." His shoes made little noise as he stepped down from his placed seat to circle her. "Lift your eyes, lady. That sort of modesty seems to suit you not. Virtue is as good as a vice now. I want to ask you two questions."

"Wot will ye ask, m'leige?"

He saw her place her eyes on the same line of sight as his own. The question was little more than stated fact, "Is it true that you are as good as, if not better, than my finest soliders?" No words to this, only a can t of head in honest acceptance of what was extended to be that fact. "In all that you know," he breathed softly, stern, "Have you forgotten how to be a woman? Surely, even you were learned of the characters your sex should possess at the foot of your mothers and elder women. I ask you to remember that now, my lady. You are my Harper, you should be renowned for the instrument, not your vindictive temper. Nor does it show much wisdom to beat senseless those men as you did. Have you no armed men worthy of battle? I will find those worthy of guardin' my harper, not those who can not make a woman stand down to ensure her life or the lives of others."

Her eyes turned from him to look at the wall. Little came from her. Acceptance. Remorse. Nothing viable was passing over her features and he found her silence made it more evident she was brewding. "What take do you have. Open your mouth, let loose your tongue. Your silence is as disturbing as it is impertient." Beathag did not shy away from the opportunity he gave when leave was offered for her to speak. "Have the men tha' came away from tha' night? Or the others with their foul words recieved similiar callin' down, because iffn they have nay, do nay expect neither m'armed men nor m'other subjects. They've endured enough humilation n' m'husband endures enough as well. Ah can nay have children, n' they would call the m'only son a demon. They would tear m'subjects down in your streets. Ah am wot Ah am, my king. As long as that is, m'subjects will not want for defense iffn they may ne'er have a meek woman for a ruler."

He was in turns curious, amused, and irratated in the same breath. "What are you, then? If you are not meek? One does nay ask a fish to become a horse, but humility in you is not so far fetched, Lady Aberdeen. But pray, come, tell your King what you are. Enlighten me."

"A shield maiden, a blade woman. Taught by men who then taught me. A man can only teach a woman as a woman can teach a man such ways, as the old sayings gae. So m'mother's mother told meh they were all students of Schathath Buanand. Ah'm a harper, a ballad maker, a song singer. The hide writin' says they learned it at Taesin's feet or dreamed o' wise salmon in an ancient river, at them, and emerged just as wise." She said this with a straight face, as one talked of relations who had gone a thousands of miles to kiss the feet of Christ at Jerusalem. How she spoke was enough quarrel to burn her, but it made him see how it was appealing to any that heard. Utter sense of self. A solid foundation on heritage that didn't faulter. Not many roots belonged to family trees. Still, he went on to remind her, "If you are strong and wise, then hold fast to this council, Lady. I can not give my favor if you have no forebarance with which to take it. That favor will guard you, your son, your people." He walked to a distance a little, freezing in pace when she said, "Ah need not your favor nor worth tae beh guardin' m' son, m'husband, and the land, my leige."

"Put your ire, your weapons, and your brashness away, Lady Aberdeen. Do you mark me?" She lowered her eyes but he wanted her voice to tell him. He didn't believe it. Nothing dishonest she portrayed. Either a terrible liar or so brash she would not even appease a monarch. "Do you mark me! These times are hard and need no more your help to make us fall from grace"

"Why will you say nothing?"

"There be nothin' to say. I will nay lie to my king so I say nothin'"

"If you are threatened again?"

"They ought have means tae live up tae word, then. Ah am wot Ah am."

"They have been counciled to refrain such talk in the public places. I can not change though so easily. It would do you to embody this in some form of thanks that suits you, so your husband might enoble it within. He is made, to let his wife move about, speak about, think so. It is not good for the realm your womb is sealed against his seed, but maybe for the realm it is best. Scotland could not take such a house." He noticed the tension straining at her hands, and found it almost a pity against herself for she was striking, but how does a man bed a harpy instead of take with himself to a bed of lilies? "All the same. I will see that Aodhan is treated with the reverance do him by station, and see you are ready to perform yours. I will call for you in a few days time. Take what is yours. Prove the craft in your hand with no blood. Place the hardness in you under a bushel of rocks to crush it. Be as a woman on that day."

She dipped her head, her body, but he did not dismiss her. As she turned to take leave of herself on percieving his hand to be waving, in fact it was beckoning. He seemed sparked by his harper, yet at once outraged. He wanted to temper the hardness in her but save it for those who doubted his potency. He asked then, "Will you give mark to anything said to the fullest?"

"Ah will nay lie to ye, m'lord. Very little will Ah take to heart. Ah have nothin' to prove nor do my people. Ye will hear m'harp and believe as ye think tae believe, do as ye think to do tis o' no ne'ermind tae me. "

His hand reached out, jerking her back to him. He moved so quick that the hand going from one side to the other blindsighted Beathag until it connected with her face. The Bruce had flaring nostrils now, angered. She did not move her face around in shock, nor look at him but from the corner of her eye as cheek tingled in pain. "Tell me, Harper. What do you think will sting more, tha' hit or your loss of place amog those waiting for you to have it?"

"The loss o' your throne as England sits on it. My King. N' for tha' I shall ne'er forget mineself. Ye are free to have a sickness o' theought iffn ye'd like. Ah'll remind ye henceforth." She muttered heavily.

Yet neither moved, nor did after a half an hour the doors open.

-- Part III will be read in, and the start of the chronice portion. The Journey Forward: Of Substance, Of Self. --

[Lord Iain Robertson]

Lord Iain Robertson, amongst of other clan constituents were discussing some of the Duke’s policy on foreign affairs when this beautiful red-haired woman bumped into him and due to a child and a dog playing almost fell…

As the Lady bumped and then stumbled... His strong hands and arms caught the woman, his hand wrapping about her waist in support. “There there M’Lady…” he said with a soft snake-charming voice… “Ye must be careful…” then he shooshes the child and dog away… “Be gone child… play elsewhere…”

Then he looks to the beautiful woman… “No pardons necessary M’Lady…” then he steps back a bit and bows slightly… his eyes glancing to her a bit… “Lord Iain Robertson at yer service M’Lady…” then he stands erect and slate gray eyes roam about her figure... he simply smiles....