Turn 95 Introductions
You arrive in your wing, discovering that you have been given an
entire section of the keep to yourselves. The main room is richly
decorated, with plush velvet drapes, and soft down filled chairs. 3 tables
are covered in every sort of food imaginable. Upon one table, a suit
of armor lies and you recognize the symbol of Pikahl that Gareth
wears upon his chest (gareth your armor has been mended). 6 doors lead into
bedroom suites, each containing 2 beds. The guards leave you in your
chambers, asking you to make yourselves comfortable for the night. Several
servants follow behind looking terrified, bringing hot water for
baths set up in the bedrooms before retreating out the door staying as
far from all of you as possible.
Reggie runs towards the table bearing food, has a quick look,
piece of chicken and then runs around the room peering through the
doors into the six bedrooms, checking out the rooms.
Trying her best Catherine ignores the food for the moment,
the prospect of
a hot bath seems more alluring. Once into a bathing chamber she
sword belt, back pack, boots, tabbard, tunic, armor, shield, and
Then with a look of a predatory animal she eases naked into a tub
pulling her hair free of its braid.
"Call me in a year!" sighs Catherine as she settles into
breathing in the steam and scented flower petals that float on the
Then begins the meticulous job of cleaning herself and allowing
water to relax tired, overworked muscles. Once complete she washes her hair
care of a mother bathing a child.
Once complete she steps into a woolan blanket to crouch
next to the fire
until mostly dry. Slipping into a night gown of white Catherine
her waist length fire-red hair until straight and almost dry. Once
leaves the room, night gown clinging to those areas still a little
gets a plate and fills it before taking a place near Gareth and
She is very casual.
"Ehm...gentlemen... if you will aid me in searching the rooms,
leave the ladies proper space to bathe themselves in seemly
Ladies, please keep the door closed, but not locked, should
occur. The men will bathe afterwards in two shifts; I will
for the latter." When all of the rooms have been thoroughly
the knight reclaims the suit of armour upon the table, carrying it
cautiously to a random room, where he proceeds to inspect each
strap, readjusting it to fit his stalwart frame, then removes the
and places it in a chair beside his bedside. Gareth takes a spare
of plain clothing from his backpack, setting it squarely in the
of his bed for post-bathing. An old cloth, some polishing oil,
whetstone appear in the knight's hand, and he returns to the
and fire. Both blades and all daggers are oiled and sharpened,
each piece of armour is re-oiled.
"That." she says after munching down a piece of chicken.
"Was glorious. I
haven't had a bath like that in weeks. I'd still be in there,
tummy demanded to be sated. Actually, I'm glad to be inside, I
blame everyone from being a little scared by what happened. _I'M_
scared and it happened to me. Still, I'm happy to be here and to
everyone. left home wanting to prove myself, but never thought it
Catherine will relate a
little poem her mother taught her.
Ballad of the Buckbacks
And so a ho did Buckback go,
upon the gypsy camp
through a puddle oh so deep,
that left his trousers damp.
His love to be was fine to see
and just as fine to watch.
But giggled when she saw the bard
moistened to the crotch.
Oh mourn for thee oh Buckback she
has laughed into thy face,
Tell of legends far and wide,
to get back in her grace.
He stepped back with a reedy grace,
into the fire pit,
upsetting a savory roasting boar,
which fell right off it's spit.
The gypsies roared and laughed at him,
their mirth did fill the land,
even more when he seized the boar
and severely burnt his hands.
Undaunted Buckback staggered forth
to seek solace for his ill,
and upon the Gypsy king he did
a keg of wine to spill.
Buckback stood - mortified,
It was the father of his gem,
and took to mopping up the wine,
with his beloved's hem.
The shriek did carry far and wide,
and Buckback turned and fled,
for if that bard had hung around,
the morn would find him dead.
But the gypsies were not satisfied,
and cursed him in this way,
generations of Buckbacks hence,
would all rue the day.
‘Make them all smell of cheese,
tie up all their tongues,
Have them tell of booger jokes,
when the main course comes
Grant them pain and misery
for all their rotten lives,
grant them only nagging hags,
for ugly, screaming wives.
And so did Ludwig Buckback go forth,
without a single pause,
For scoring with these ladies fair,
was a totally lost cause.
You all hear Reggie's voice from the largest bed chamber.
"Bagsy, this bed"
Arilyn follows a step behind Kay into the wing. She smiles, "Hi,
guys." Stepping up to the table she looks at the variety of food.
spots a shiny red apple and wipes it on her pants. Arilyn bites
the fruit, the sweet juices running from her lips and down her
Her face beams when she looks over to Kay, "Can I get something
Kay?" She reaches over and picks up a slice of cheese and
sinks her teeth into a tasty piece. Blushing, she looks at Kay,
you like to share a room with me for tonight?" She hastily adds,
mean..uhmm..there are only 6 bedrooms...i..i..just thought that
Arilyn feels her cheeks flush and breathes in deeply.
The apple drops out of Arilyn's hand as she sees Catherine enter
wing. Arilyn is struck by Catherine's beauty, grace and the air
dignity that surrounds her. She raises her hand to her lips and
a giggle as she listens to Catherine's poem...stealing several
over at Kay.
Jahl watches as servants scurry about and then rush through the
"Was it something we said?" Jahl jokes as they hurry away.
"Well now, a
chance to relax. A bath does sound very nice, I think that I will
with that. Perhaps the rest of you will consider a bath too, I've
downwind of several of you." Smirking, Jahl quickly slips into
one of the
rooms closing the door behind him.
I short while later Jahl returns, his hair dripping and
plastered to his
head. He is again wearing his leathers and cloak. He quickly
a large helping of food and a large mug of ale before resting
fire. Well into his meal he stops to listen to Catherine's poem.
"That was wonderful! I beg of you for another!"
Assuming all are completed by the time his bathing slot nears,
knight opens the door to outside, requesting of the guards to
extra water for the final group of bathers and inquire on the
the party's mounts. Closing the door, Gareth adjusts the sheathes
his back, returns to the group dining, and notes, "Regular
suggest rooms are left with doors ajar and unlocked. Periodic
at each room. Take the time now to relax and get to know each
The gods know we have seen a few strange sights these past few
learning of each other may help to make us feel a tad more relaxed
Gareth sits and speaks with the newcomers, asking for more
their homes and journeys to join the party, particularly Kay and
Catherine (though he seems hardpressed to view the latter in the
without blushing painfully and clearing his throat), the newest
additions to his command.
The knight takes his turn bathing with some relief, slowly
his breath as he sinks beneath the waters, sits for some time, and
lethargicly resurfaces to begin washing. The stubble of a few
removed, hair is trimmed, and bruises are reapplied with a paste
speed healing. Dirty - minutely thought they may be - clothing is
washed and laid to dry. A quick dry-off, and he suddenly pictures
dry clothes still sitting upon his bed. Barely catching an
before it leaps his lips, Gareth closes his eyes and shakes his
disbelief at his tiredness. "The fasting may continue, but these
have trusted that I will be clear-headed. Their needs go before
for atonement." Looking around quickly at the other men bathing,
shakes his head in disbelief again.
Lo... and so it came to be that one paladin unskilled in soft
did emerge with flaming visage from the bathing room, clad only in
still clean tabard, and hugged the wall while side stepping
into, the doorway of his room. Drops of water tricked spitefully
the warrior's massively muscled arms and across a myriad of faint
scars decorating torso, leg, and arm. After a few moments, Gareth
emerges in common clothes, but with sheathes attached and daggers
their proper location.
"As much as I worry that something is amiss within the keep, there
nothing I can reliably do here without crossing lord Reynold's
If the traitor had not been found, or if Reynold had hurt the lad,
would have reason to delve further, but simply not reacting in a
I would expect is not justification to violate law. Therefore, my
friends, I would submit that we depart in the morning and continue
with our mission."
"Well, I'm second youngest of four...why are you
blushing?" She says with
a coy, knowing smile. "Anyway, second youngest of four. My father
Rickard Belle Winter and the lord of the dale Heatherington Downs,
large portion of land that has been in my family for generations.
mother, Annalise is a half-elven minstrel from the far south - and
distance from here. I have two older siblings, Camille Brianna and
Simcoe, the latter of whom is expected to take over from my father
gets too old. I also have a younger brother Cedric Chaucer. I have
said that the Belle Winter is more than a little nuts...as a
member of the family, I can assure you this is the case!"
She pauses, sipping her mulled spice wine and letting her
eyes settle on
Gareth while holding the silver goblet. "I was never very much
courtly things, oh I know all the right things to say and do at
functions, but I would have much rather spent my time with my
Rikard. He and my father raised me on sword play and epic stories
long past. While other
girls were swooning over Prince so-and-so, I was whacking my
rebated swords and learning to ride horses."
"If you are going to call me 'Lady Catherine', please only
do so at
official functions. I don't mind the title, I suppose, but I do
not wish to
be treated any differently, I don't deserve it." Her face darkens,
red lips turning down in a sad frown as her eyes mist over. "When
husband Edwin passed away last year I was more than a little
sniffs as tears trickle down from her jade eyes. "A widow at
summers, who would want her? I-I just sort of wandered about Duke
castle at Fifeshire Dale before returning home... I thought a part
died with Edwin, that he had taken my soul...b-but I-I realized I
a chance to make something of myself and n-not just another
"I-I'm sorry Gareth, I should not burden you with my
looks into her cup again then gives Gareth a quirky grin. "This."
the cup aloft. "Became an all-too close friend of mine a while
Callus appeared before me and made the offer, I jumped at it. I
want to earn the title of 'noble' rather than just have it through
never had to work at anything in my life, well I want to work at
can understand, can't you?"
"Woah, now this is more like it." Kay takes a few moments to check
place and wanders over to the buffet table, "I think I can help
the food, Arilyn, as for the room, that's no problem with me.".
She grins at
the blushing elf and snatches a muffin from the table, "I'm just
have a little something to eat here and hop in one of those
tubs..A nice way
to end a very strange day, don't you think?"
Once she's finished with her meal, she'll head to her room, slip
off all off
her boots, tabard and chainmail. Kay spends a few moments checking
armor and weapons, making sure everything is in working ordering.
her turn, she'll close the door behind her, slip off the rest of
clothes and sink into the tub like a stone. She'll been in there
for a good
ten minutes and once she's done, she'll climb out of the tub, dry
toss on an old pair of light breaches and a gray half-shirt. Once
everything in order, she'll head out and sit by the others and
their stories. As soon as there's a break, she'll add her own.
"You'll have to forgive me, I'm not used to retelling my exploits,
mostly a wandering warrior and not very good at telling stories.
at making them interesting. Anyways, I was born in the village of
pretty boring little place where nothing ever happened. My parents
Fletchers, and taught me what they knew. Everything was pretty
until I was about sixteen. It was fun making the bows and arrows,
nothing really excited ever happened at Dawn. And when I'd pop
over at the
Broken Drum, there'd usually be the same old adventurers going on
the things they saw, been, and fought, and that pretty much made
up my mind
on what I was going to do with myself. The next day, I grabbed my
belongings, snuck out the house and bought a one-way ticket off
I didn't even know where it was going, just as long as it was away
Dawn. As soon as I reached port, I found an inn, booked a room and
made my w
ay to the tavern section where I found a group of armor-cladded
yourselves. I got into a conversation with one of them, spoke of
displayed my skills outside.". She pantomimes shooting a bow,
saw all that, they let me into their little band. I stayed with
several years, doing mostly guard work, around caravans, people,
After that, I joined another group, who called themselves the
they did the sword-for-hire type jobs, but it was more of the
type..No caravan-cruising this time. We were hired for all kinds
things..Finding people, mystical items and ofcourse, the bounty
actually had to crash this wizard's lair before he was able to
in a litch..The only thing he managed to turn himself into, was
And the Menagerie lasted a good five years before breaking up, and
was the solo work, and that's where I met that
looks around to see if anyone is still awake. "Er..next?"