Post by Dame Aegraine lePower-Zurban on Jun 9, 2009 15:01:44 GMT -6
LePower
It is a family thing, one in which they support each other in disaster and in victory. In making peace with her Father, Aegraine got more than her family back, she got for the city of Turas Lan, the lePower pledge of assistance in repair of walls damaged, while under the care of a lePower member. Revenge was among their filal duties, when called for, too. In this case, Victory danced atop their wall and now the citizens of this city have a "brother" to work with them, to get everything to rights once more, gates and walls.
Rumors of the ships put into bay came into the city but then nothing. No more was heard for three days, of help coming to rework the damaged city walls and gateways. Somewhere, near the shore supplies were unloaded and the entourage formed up, for today was their march into TurasLan. The lePower were coming.
Along the wide roadway that the enemy had so short ago brought in their trebuchet, today a parade strode along, in joyous mood. Horns came first, accompanied by drummers beating out an upbeat cheery rhythm, as banners of silver, gold and black flapped in the breeze. In the center main of them all rode a bald man, old by the look of his smiling face, tan from life outdoors and nodding to each observer. He rode atop a dark brown horse, suitable for jousting or battle, here this moment, in peace and friendship. This was Martin himself, head of the organization and Aegraine’s father.
At the leader’s right rode his son Alan, a man of about 45, a wider, stronger version of his dad. To his left, in livery of the old King of England was Rhupert Jenks, stone mason master, the best of the employed by lePower. Carts of Wales coal and tons of good limestone came behind, supplies of best quality. Next, cranes and derricks assembled direct from their ships rolled onwards, drawn by drays and cart horses brought along for the task. Wood for scaffolding and wheels of rope had transport of their own, with the rope dancers running alongside, doing cartwheels and tumbling runs in demonstration of their exuberant energy. Men on horse came at the rear of the procession, each wearing both his family crest and that of the lePower. Silver and black emblems abounded. Like knights, the horse riders wore some armor and some gear suitable for the jousts and games. Yet others held bows, unstrung to symbolize peace and accord with the folk of Turas Lan.
Along the edge of this parade, carnival dancers ran along, doing cartwheels and flips, for the pure joy of being here this moment. Women of all ages, finally, walked and sang the praises of the recent victory. Each passed out fresh baked breads and cheeses to any standing along the way, with promises for good dinners for all who worked along to redo the walls, for this victorious city.
Oh, Martin lePower had already been walking about the city, checking on the projects his company would do, side by side with Turas Lan workers. His aide had been about, asking about the business to come and about lePower’s daughter, too.
It is a family thing, one in which they support each other in disaster and in victory. In making peace with her Father, Aegraine got more than her family back, she got for the city of Turas Lan, the lePower pledge of assistance in repair of walls damaged, while under the care of a lePower member. Revenge was among their filal duties, when called for, too. In this case, Victory danced atop their wall and now the citizens of this city have a "brother" to work with them, to get everything to rights once more, gates and walls.
Rumors of the ships put into bay came into the city but then nothing. No more was heard for three days, of help coming to rework the damaged city walls and gateways. Somewhere, near the shore supplies were unloaded and the entourage formed up, for today was their march into TurasLan. The lePower were coming.
Along the wide roadway that the enemy had so short ago brought in their trebuchet, today a parade strode along, in joyous mood. Horns came first, accompanied by drummers beating out an upbeat cheery rhythm, as banners of silver, gold and black flapped in the breeze. In the center main of them all rode a bald man, old by the look of his smiling face, tan from life outdoors and nodding to each observer. He rode atop a dark brown horse, suitable for jousting or battle, here this moment, in peace and friendship. This was Martin himself, head of the organization and Aegraine’s father.
At the leader’s right rode his son Alan, a man of about 45, a wider, stronger version of his dad. To his left, in livery of the old King of England was Rhupert Jenks, stone mason master, the best of the employed by lePower. Carts of Wales coal and tons of good limestone came behind, supplies of best quality. Next, cranes and derricks assembled direct from their ships rolled onwards, drawn by drays and cart horses brought along for the task. Wood for scaffolding and wheels of rope had transport of their own, with the rope dancers running alongside, doing cartwheels and tumbling runs in demonstration of their exuberant energy. Men on horse came at the rear of the procession, each wearing both his family crest and that of the lePower. Silver and black emblems abounded. Like knights, the horse riders wore some armor and some gear suitable for the jousts and games. Yet others held bows, unstrung to symbolize peace and accord with the folk of Turas Lan.
Along the edge of this parade, carnival dancers ran along, doing cartwheels and flips, for the pure joy of being here this moment. Women of all ages, finally, walked and sang the praises of the recent victory. Each passed out fresh baked breads and cheeses to any standing along the way, with promises for good dinners for all who worked along to redo the walls, for this victorious city.
Oh, Martin lePower had already been walking about the city, checking on the projects his company would do, side by side with Turas Lan workers. His aide had been about, asking about the business to come and about lePower’s daughter, too.