Turn 94 Hurricane
The wind storm grows increasingly violent, and people begin taking
cover. As suddenly as it began, the storm is ended. Standing
is a female of obvious breeding, carrying an unsheathed long sword
glowing with a somewhat familiar bluish light.
"Hey! Who the hell is that? I wonder if she made the storm
bluish light looks familiar, I bet she was sent to use by the
like that others, Where did you come from?"
Taking a few steps,
knight approaches the lady. "Greetings m'lady of the storm. Sir
Arr, servant of Pikahl, and knight of King Arion of Dragonmeyr.
I assume by the fading aura around thee that tho-you are here by
Pikahl's or one of the other gods' decrees to aid us in out
He briefly smiles towards the new arrival, then turns back to the
"I still think there could be valuable clues in the kitchens, that
require my personal attention" he says.
"It's about bloody time!". Kay spends a few seconds squeezing out
"I think it's time we use the rooms Good Reynolds offered us to
Standing transfixed by the crowd, sword raised before her,
like a statue save that her brilliant jade eyes track across the
Slowly she sheaths her sword then straightens up, but keeps her
on the blade. "Um...hello? I am Catherine Simone Belle Winter, and
was...er, sent to find you." she curtsies and smiles.
Approaching, Catherine removes the calfskin glove of her
right hand and
extends it towards Gareth with obvious pleasure. "Yes, my lord, it
Callus who brought me here...though I must confess that I am not
'here' is. She said that thee need my help and beseached me to
take up thy
cause. . For the moment it can wait,
but I promise thee and the gods that I will do my utmost to aid
thee in thy
quest. I come from a fair land called Heatherington Downs, my
Baraon Rickard. Forgive me, I forget myself sometimes and my
please introduce me to your friends."
Arilyn stands next to the human female, whispering in her ear.
looks over to the new arrival and the glowing sword.
she then steps away and disappears down a hallway.
Standing at the group, trying to herd everyone away from the
The look on his face portays confusion, embarassment and concern.
Keldar. Look luv ta talk, but I'm the one who caused the storm,
accident of course, but I gotta lead it from the town before
He then heads in a direction away from buildings, occasionally
otehrs to follow him, and watching what happens to the storm.
"M'lady, thou art within the demesne of Lord Reynold, the local
ruler. We stand some two, three weeks travel from Dragonmeyr
though our mapper would givest thee a response of greater
The knight clapses Catherine's hand as he would a fellow warriors,
nods in acknoledgement of her social rank. "As a follower of
the slightest hint of a sigh?" m'lady, thou shalt not beist alone,
verily, two other members of this august assemblage follow her
to differing degrees. Azimuth also hath much sway within these
with four or five of mine companions in his stead. Mine heart, as
be expected, beats in service to Pikahl. Thy word and pledge
more in mine mind than thy manner of transport, though it also
commend thee. Mine companions shall, at their leisure, introduce
themselves and echo mine bid most welcoming." Realizing his
Gareth blinks suddenly and takes a deep breath. "My apologies,
have found the tongue of the courts to cause more in the manner of
confusion here and do attempt to speak in a more common
sound of your speech fair stole it from my lips, however. I had
beg off speaking much longer... several of my companions do think
speak too much as is. Be welcomed; if you have any questions, or
of King Arion, or thy-your travels and discussion with Callus, I
be much interested in hearing it after you have had time to
yourself from the journey. I would wager that you missed most of
bath with which nature most recently blessed us."
A tall man with lanky, unkempt brown hair and green eyes all
set in a
round face steps forward and introduces himself.
"Well met, M'lady! I am Jahl Silverlock, at your disposal."
mostly covered by a large forest green cloak that is held in place
large, simple silver broachpin. Glimpses underneath the cloak
Jahl is wearing dark leathers. His gloved hands sweep widely as
politely before you.
"We should probably get moving, besides the rain, wind and
appearance of people," Jahl motions towards Catherine. "We are
scene and I'm sure that the peoples that live in this fine keep
have enough to gossip about for a very, very long time."
Fidgeting, Jahl wrings out a portion of his cloak. "Perhaps we
continue this conversation in a more private place? To keep the
"Dragonmeyr City, hmm? I see my journey before coming here
was a mere
pebble toss by an infant!" says Catherine, suddenly awed at the
she has traveled. She flicks her cape to loose some errant water
but is otherwise dry. "Can I buy ye an ale, nay, can I buy ye
And perhaps ye can tell me more of which Callus spoke."
Kay grins at the others, "Er, I'll be right back." and heads off
Several people of the
are watching the party and making the sign of the cross as they
away quite obviously terrified.
"Ahh, good lady Catherine, you're a woman after my own heart. A
inn with cold ale will cure my ills. Once there, I'll share the
tale of how
my 2 gnome friend and I made our way to this group.....you see, we
spirited away from our surroundings...but we knew why and by
The brightly-clad young man smiles tries in vain to brush some of
from his clothes. "Your mother was a storyteller, eh? I'd love to
tales of her's. You see, I'm a studier of lore both ancient and
And it's been my experience that most tales, no matter how
far-fetched, have some basis in fact."
At the same time that you notice Kay and Arilyn are missing, you
are approached by 6 guards
in full armor (weapons are peaceknotted) The apparent leader
speaks "Lord Reynolds has asked
that you remain in your rooms until the morn when you can depart.
You are disrupting the
keep with your devil magics and you are not welcome to do so.
Please follow us to your
Gareth speaks simply but sternly in rebuke. "Gentlemen! Not only
you in the presence of ladies of station, around whom such speech
most uncouth, but you dare to slander my honour and service to
saying that I consort with devils? You further compound your
by revoking guest-right, guaranteed to any knight of King Arion's
service? Shame - for you should know better than behave so
great storm that occurred was Callus' method of transporting this
to join our quest, which you would have learned had you but asked
civily. You insult my companions and myself, yet, but that I am
am too tolerant a man, I will allow thee chance to apologize and
pretend you were not here and spoke not so insolently to three
of three different gods. Else, disrobe thyself of thy metal
and receive mine response to thy challenge against mine company,
Callus, and Azimuth."
Catherine tries to wave off Gareth's protest in defense of
really not necessary and I do not wish to cause any more trouble
already have. However, I must confess that I have no room to
return to, so
therein lies a quandry. I would happily do so if I had a room,
which I do
not and, well, here we are."
"Hey, um, no, don't do that..." (Thinks to her self: Is
this a guy
thing??) Then leaps in front of Gareth and places her palms on his
stop him. "I wasn't insulted, really. Don't do this, we have more
matters to deal with, let it pass...please?"
"Oh wretch!" Jahl mumbles quietly. "Our rooms are soon going
to be the
dungeon at this rate." Jahl sighs and props himself against a
wall to see what becomes of the guards.
"I'm sorry if you take offense sir" the guard speaks
diplomatically "But my
liege has ordered me to do my duty, and I am bound by service to
King to do so. Now, if you'll all follow us to your chambers, you
dry and warm, and get something to eat."
"Dry, warm and food is good. Letsgo!"
Keldar moves forward to follow the guards, and keeps looking
over his shoulder for the rainclouds.
Turning from Gareth Catherine turns her eyes on the guard.
sir, this incident was my fault. What Gareth says is true, that
are because of me and divine providence that brought me here. I
and yours no harm, nor any harm to
anyone within these walls. As you requested, I will go with you if
avoid a confrontation. May I ask who is thy lord and master?"
A short, lean (and damp) man watches suspiciously as the storm
reveal Catherine. After the others have greeted her, he bows
touching a fingertip to the orange kerchief wrapped around his
says, "Well met, m'lady. I am Caoimhin. Perhaps we shall have a
to talk later; as you see, we have a bit of unanticipated
He scowls at Gareth, then mutters, "Retiring to our quarters sound
to me. It's what *I've* been saying we should do all along." He
for a wall to inobtrusively back up to as the exchange between
and the guard continues.
At the guard's mention of food, Reggie looks up
"Now, you're talking, Lead the way my good man!" and with that
Keldar to their rooms.
"Mi'Lord is Lord Reynolds M'Lady. Allow me to escort you." The
guard offers you his
"Well I could use some good food and an ale or two. We
should get more
acquainted with our new friends. I'm sure that we have many a
story to tell,
at least from the little that I've known Keldar and Reggie. (Small
still would like to sleep outside under the stars, but if that
on this day I will have to suffer."
As we all walk to our rooms, Barbaxle walks up to Gareth and says
never seen you get all fired up like that before. Are you feeling
Taking the guards arm Catherine allows herself to be led
off, but gives a
calming geture to Gareth. "I'll be along in a little while," she
The knight nods in affirmation. "Indeed, and apology accepted. I
no ill 'wards thee save the manner and tone in which it was
Remember at all times that you act as an extention of your lord's
to serve the people; insulting travellers, especially ladies and
of station ill behooves one. I am gladened to hear that you
thy error, and especially that you hold strongly thy vow of
Well indeed. Lead on if you will, but take us by way of the
wish to ensure that Emperor is not causing too great a disturbance
Gareth gestures is a friendly "It's behind us now" motion and
make sure that all the party (including those who went indoors)
Gareth claspes Barbaxle's shoulders. "Certainly, good Barbaxle.
man's speech was insulting and rude, however, and a measured
in order. He hath apologized to all, and the trangression should
forgiven." The knight's shoulders shrug softly. "Perhaps I was
little strong in my tone - such is often my way from too strong a
devotion. Faith can be expressed in manners that neither man nor
would first believe. And...in all honesty, I do feel a little
from a night of fasting and prayer after the battle and retreat
bandits. I thought much and deeply last night... and still am
contemplative of such weighty issues."
Kay catches up with the others and notices who's leading the
great, we leave you guys alone for a few moments, and already
to get into some trouble..So what did you guys do, and they aren't
you where I think they're taking you to?"