Post by Sir Dmitrii Zurban on Mar 23, 2008 20:33:56 GMT -6
Vox Gladiis: The limp was very prominent, the arrow having pierced his thigh at the buttock. If it wasn't for a dropped rein, he would have gotten it in his back... his mood wasn't the best of times, and he pushed open the door of the Bannockburn.
Set In Her Way: Inside of the Bannockburn was a time better than the Weapons Master had imagined could exist nowadays! Fiddler Fitzgerald was still at work, Molly McSween served ale with a smile, and Charlie was holding court of politics at the bar. Among them, the Dutchess had not left her position. Determined to find better of the people than what had been seen. Interlopers of all sorts had been drug into the dungeons of the Blue Castle, while inside for but a little she was shielded from the darker portents of her reign. Breathing deeply, a stark gasp from Molly made her attention turn towards the door. "Why, Sir Zurban! Oh, Sweet Mary! Wot has happened!" Molly nearly dropped her tray, and Charlie leaned over, "Wot is the news, man!" What joy there was seeped dry from the room.
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii looked at Molly and Charlie and his eyes went to the floor... "Nyet, it be minor...” then limped his way to Bess and bowed deeply... "M'Lady... I pray this evening finds yu well... Any word from Adam...?" then he motions to Charlie and Molly... "Come, I but say this once..." Then he sat next to Bess... "I was gonna stop by here two days ago... but changed my pitiful mind... and when I went to leave... I dropped my rein... damn arrow went thru my thigh... if not for a stubborn horse, it would have been my back." laying the cane against the table.
Set In Her Way: No smile, no grin. The joy that was in the room had seeped away. Fiddler held his instrument on his knee as the buzz of voices became a droning noise surrounding the Dutchess and the Russian Weapon's Master. "Dimitri, Ah've heard nay much o' Adam, I dun think he can make it back 'ere..they 'ave us seperated n' cornered off.." Giving a sigh, the mead would need be refilled. A deeper vintage, older, so the honey had a sting that would awaken her senses. "Odis Schlietz be our Baliff..n' he 'as gone tae the South. Tial MacDonald 'as been taken up, though he did nay live tae really tell the tale o' it. South is a'brewin with rebellion. Dimi..I've tae gae South." She breathed in, letting the corseted piece of her garment press against the thin, muslin fabric covering the sounds on her skin. They had become tolerable. "Ah think we shall need tae hold meetin', Dmi..fer mah husband can nay reach meh n' I can nay reach him. Ye will need be one who goes places we can nay with our authority. Roric has gone tae Potree with reinforcement, how fare ye n' ye wounds. How soon dae ye think ye will be able tae ride out again?"
Vox Gladiis: Looking to Molley... "Molly my dear... could yu bring the somagon that I left here. [somagon is russian moonshine...white lightning made from wheat, been making it for centuries]. Looking to Bess... "Worries me it does... Yu taking the Lord Marshall with ye?" then an evil smirk at the name Tial... "Did Willa's Pa get him?" he remembered the girl upon the wall... then a smile broke the smirk... but quickly faded. Looking at Bess... “I leave tomorrow morning at dawn M'Lady... I will be riding to Struan as I feel soemthing is not right there..." the r's rolling off his tongue with his russian accent. "I won't let no harm come to my best friend and Lord." His hand patted her knee, the carefree mannerism not second guessed.
Set In Her Way: "Please do nay, fer he'll dae somethin' foolish iffn he comes 'ere fer meh. Messenger was a fool fer givin writ tae wot he did.." One hand came to rest on his, fingertips gently brushing it before she gave it a pat, "Then we best get ye healed sae ye dun fall from the horse. Willa's Papa got 'im, aye, got 'im good. Best decision e'er came up with, he is a fine Baliff. Men respect 'im and he can keep the village he lives in, n' those in the surroundin' countryside inline. Iffn the Lord Marshall can come with meh, he can..tha' it depends if anythin else comes.." Bess leaned forward in the chair to pull it closer to the table, and though it was low, he could hear her wince. Was he privy to the news of the day, and how hurt had come to the Lord Marshall and the Dutchess?
Vox Gladiis: His free hand rubbing his beard in thought, his steel grey eyes narrowed and looked at Bess. "If'en I know Adam, he is hell-bent to come to yu... thats why I go to him..." He glanced down at her hand that patted his and he smiled. "Yer Adam's wife... and a friend to me since day I set foot in the Highlands..." his head shook... "Nary worry for Adam... I have eight good men who ride with me..." then he saw her wince... "Bess, what is wrong...? are ye ok?"
Set In Her Way: "Mm… healin, wot else be new…" An arch of brow, a survey of his face. "Ye dun know, do you.."
Vox Gladiis: "Know what?” looking at her green eyes, his steels narrowed....
Set In Her Way: "Come with meh, let us talk in m'private table upstairs." Her weight leaned forward before snapping back. Taking up her mead cup, she turned to walk to the stairs with a very visible gimp to rival his own. A stiff leg, a sensitive back. Odd turns of breath. Indicative of things to be said, to be told.
Vox Gladiis: Taking the cane, he stands and begins to walk, no, limp behind the Duchess. "Where are we going M'Lady?"
Set In Her Way: "Upstairs tae the Duke's table sae we can talk n' peace, nay need ta raise the ire in the room..let it subside back tae normal...the business is good for Charlie." After a while the limp faded to be hardly noticeable by the time she took a seat at the aforementioned place.
Vox Gladiis: The thigh was sewn, the blood stopped, but it was no where near healed, but the hard-headed russian could not be stopped... he followed Bess and sat at the table.
Set In Her Way: So it was the two of them sat down to hold audience together. When had it been the last time, a pair alone? A joust of long ago. A cup of beer on an early fall's day. They laughed together, made witty banter as he looked at the woman that would become his bride. "We had a heavy riot in the markets, some folk were killed..traitors included, nay sense in takin' them tae blue castle. Fifteen men drew arms as the Marshall said tae stay them, fifteen. Incited all matter o' rage..tried tae pull us down from Finbar. One o' them had a brother wot was killed..them came intae the castle seekin tae murder m'brother.." It was hear she faded, looking a hundred miles away to the day itself.."He had fallen from his horse o'exhaustion..tell nay one tha'...nay one at all. " The Highlander whispered low.. "He came tae the room with him in it, n' I pulled Aislin tae m'self, covered her and Eamonn..the marksmen hit m'self instead. We must quell this war quickly afore they murder fer certain."
Vox Gladiis: Stroking the chin, taking all of what she said in... all had occurred when he was feeling sorry for himself and not in the city... this too would play on his mind. He looked at Bess... "I leave to do my share at Struan... if I can get Kae from Protree... we can ride south to meet up with yu... if yu and Eamonn can last that long?"
Defective Beauty: The small blond woman would make her way from the Castle to the tavern in search of her Lady and her sister. She had grown worried as it was late, which made Jelenah a little uncomfortable having to be out at this time of night. However, that did not mean the lil woman wouldn't do anything for just anyone, no... only for her Bess would she push herself to venture out past curfews and without escort. Finaly she reached the tavern where she was informed she would find The Dutchess and entered quietly as so not to draw to much attention to herself. The Slavic woman was one that liked to sneak in, observe and then join in if possible.
Set In Her Way: "We'll have tae last, there be nay other option m'friend. Take with ye as many men as can be spared. I fear they beh stretchin' us mighty thin.." Battles and civic unrests were wearing the men outward. New recruits were being hardly trained. The battle field would be training, that would be their proving ground. With a nod of head she gave him her confirmation, "Tell mah husband I love him, and tha' his lady's talons are sharp, n' ready. Ye tell him tha' for me?" He could hear in her voice no doubt the lit he heard in Adam as one spoke of the other. How much they missed one another. It was the longest they were separated since reuniting, and they were so tired of being driven apart.
Vox Gladiis: Taking the cane, he stands, looking at Bess. "Fear not, I leave tomorrow at Dawn... and I do not need more... take them with yu and protect the city..." then he begins to walk away, looking back. "I shall tell him... If I do not return, please tell Kae, I am not angry with her... tell her to live long and prosper…" then he turns and walks away.
Set In Her Way: "I promise." He looked so proud, so quiet, as he walked on to face his destiny. The Court was split in half, but they would triump. Wouldn't they?
Set In Her Way: Inside of the Bannockburn was a time better than the Weapons Master had imagined could exist nowadays! Fiddler Fitzgerald was still at work, Molly McSween served ale with a smile, and Charlie was holding court of politics at the bar. Among them, the Dutchess had not left her position. Determined to find better of the people than what had been seen. Interlopers of all sorts had been drug into the dungeons of the Blue Castle, while inside for but a little she was shielded from the darker portents of her reign. Breathing deeply, a stark gasp from Molly made her attention turn towards the door. "Why, Sir Zurban! Oh, Sweet Mary! Wot has happened!" Molly nearly dropped her tray, and Charlie leaned over, "Wot is the news, man!" What joy there was seeped dry from the room.
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii looked at Molly and Charlie and his eyes went to the floor... "Nyet, it be minor...” then limped his way to Bess and bowed deeply... "M'Lady... I pray this evening finds yu well... Any word from Adam...?" then he motions to Charlie and Molly... "Come, I but say this once..." Then he sat next to Bess... "I was gonna stop by here two days ago... but changed my pitiful mind... and when I went to leave... I dropped my rein... damn arrow went thru my thigh... if not for a stubborn horse, it would have been my back." laying the cane against the table.
Set In Her Way: No smile, no grin. The joy that was in the room had seeped away. Fiddler held his instrument on his knee as the buzz of voices became a droning noise surrounding the Dutchess and the Russian Weapon's Master. "Dimitri, Ah've heard nay much o' Adam, I dun think he can make it back 'ere..they 'ave us seperated n' cornered off.." Giving a sigh, the mead would need be refilled. A deeper vintage, older, so the honey had a sting that would awaken her senses. "Odis Schlietz be our Baliff..n' he 'as gone tae the South. Tial MacDonald 'as been taken up, though he did nay live tae really tell the tale o' it. South is a'brewin with rebellion. Dimi..I've tae gae South." She breathed in, letting the corseted piece of her garment press against the thin, muslin fabric covering the sounds on her skin. They had become tolerable. "Ah think we shall need tae hold meetin', Dmi..fer mah husband can nay reach meh n' I can nay reach him. Ye will need be one who goes places we can nay with our authority. Roric has gone tae Potree with reinforcement, how fare ye n' ye wounds. How soon dae ye think ye will be able tae ride out again?"
Vox Gladiis: Looking to Molley... "Molly my dear... could yu bring the somagon that I left here. [somagon is russian moonshine...white lightning made from wheat, been making it for centuries]. Looking to Bess... "Worries me it does... Yu taking the Lord Marshall with ye?" then an evil smirk at the name Tial... "Did Willa's Pa get him?" he remembered the girl upon the wall... then a smile broke the smirk... but quickly faded. Looking at Bess... “I leave tomorrow morning at dawn M'Lady... I will be riding to Struan as I feel soemthing is not right there..." the r's rolling off his tongue with his russian accent. "I won't let no harm come to my best friend and Lord." His hand patted her knee, the carefree mannerism not second guessed.
Set In Her Way: "Please do nay, fer he'll dae somethin' foolish iffn he comes 'ere fer meh. Messenger was a fool fer givin writ tae wot he did.." One hand came to rest on his, fingertips gently brushing it before she gave it a pat, "Then we best get ye healed sae ye dun fall from the horse. Willa's Papa got 'im, aye, got 'im good. Best decision e'er came up with, he is a fine Baliff. Men respect 'im and he can keep the village he lives in, n' those in the surroundin' countryside inline. Iffn the Lord Marshall can come with meh, he can..tha' it depends if anythin else comes.." Bess leaned forward in the chair to pull it closer to the table, and though it was low, he could hear her wince. Was he privy to the news of the day, and how hurt had come to the Lord Marshall and the Dutchess?
Vox Gladiis: His free hand rubbing his beard in thought, his steel grey eyes narrowed and looked at Bess. "If'en I know Adam, he is hell-bent to come to yu... thats why I go to him..." He glanced down at her hand that patted his and he smiled. "Yer Adam's wife... and a friend to me since day I set foot in the Highlands..." his head shook... "Nary worry for Adam... I have eight good men who ride with me..." then he saw her wince... "Bess, what is wrong...? are ye ok?"
Set In Her Way: "Mm… healin, wot else be new…" An arch of brow, a survey of his face. "Ye dun know, do you.."
Vox Gladiis: "Know what?” looking at her green eyes, his steels narrowed....
Set In Her Way: "Come with meh, let us talk in m'private table upstairs." Her weight leaned forward before snapping back. Taking up her mead cup, she turned to walk to the stairs with a very visible gimp to rival his own. A stiff leg, a sensitive back. Odd turns of breath. Indicative of things to be said, to be told.
Vox Gladiis: Taking the cane, he stands and begins to walk, no, limp behind the Duchess. "Where are we going M'Lady?"
Set In Her Way: "Upstairs tae the Duke's table sae we can talk n' peace, nay need ta raise the ire in the room..let it subside back tae normal...the business is good for Charlie." After a while the limp faded to be hardly noticeable by the time she took a seat at the aforementioned place.
Vox Gladiis: The thigh was sewn, the blood stopped, but it was no where near healed, but the hard-headed russian could not be stopped... he followed Bess and sat at the table.
Set In Her Way: So it was the two of them sat down to hold audience together. When had it been the last time, a pair alone? A joust of long ago. A cup of beer on an early fall's day. They laughed together, made witty banter as he looked at the woman that would become his bride. "We had a heavy riot in the markets, some folk were killed..traitors included, nay sense in takin' them tae blue castle. Fifteen men drew arms as the Marshall said tae stay them, fifteen. Incited all matter o' rage..tried tae pull us down from Finbar. One o' them had a brother wot was killed..them came intae the castle seekin tae murder m'brother.." It was hear she faded, looking a hundred miles away to the day itself.."He had fallen from his horse o'exhaustion..tell nay one tha'...nay one at all. " The Highlander whispered low.. "He came tae the room with him in it, n' I pulled Aislin tae m'self, covered her and Eamonn..the marksmen hit m'self instead. We must quell this war quickly afore they murder fer certain."
Vox Gladiis: Stroking the chin, taking all of what she said in... all had occurred when he was feeling sorry for himself and not in the city... this too would play on his mind. He looked at Bess... "I leave to do my share at Struan... if I can get Kae from Protree... we can ride south to meet up with yu... if yu and Eamonn can last that long?"
Defective Beauty: The small blond woman would make her way from the Castle to the tavern in search of her Lady and her sister. She had grown worried as it was late, which made Jelenah a little uncomfortable having to be out at this time of night. However, that did not mean the lil woman wouldn't do anything for just anyone, no... only for her Bess would she push herself to venture out past curfews and without escort. Finaly she reached the tavern where she was informed she would find The Dutchess and entered quietly as so not to draw to much attention to herself. The Slavic woman was one that liked to sneak in, observe and then join in if possible.
Set In Her Way: "We'll have tae last, there be nay other option m'friend. Take with ye as many men as can be spared. I fear they beh stretchin' us mighty thin.." Battles and civic unrests were wearing the men outward. New recruits were being hardly trained. The battle field would be training, that would be their proving ground. With a nod of head she gave him her confirmation, "Tell mah husband I love him, and tha' his lady's talons are sharp, n' ready. Ye tell him tha' for me?" He could hear in her voice no doubt the lit he heard in Adam as one spoke of the other. How much they missed one another. It was the longest they were separated since reuniting, and they were so tired of being driven apart.
Vox Gladiis: Taking the cane, he stands, looking at Bess. "Fear not, I leave tomorrow at Dawn... and I do not need more... take them with yu and protect the city..." then he begins to walk away, looking back. "I shall tell him... If I do not return, please tell Kae, I am not angry with her... tell her to live long and prosper…" then he turns and walks away.
Set In Her Way: "I promise." He looked so proud, so quiet, as he walked on to face his destiny. The Court was split in half, but they would triump. Wouldn't they?
