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The Colony of Bath

Rosalynn
The morning Sajanzv was due back in Bath, Rosalynn had left Rhi's home early headed for her own home to tidy things up and have a hot meal and other comforts ready for when he arrives.

She stops off at the animal pens and tosses some chopped up fruit to Spot and her piglets to eat before heading indoors. Donning an apron to keep from mussing her gown, Rosalynn bustles around indoors dusting the furniture, setting the makings for stew to simmering over the fire and washing the dishes she uses. Feeling totally exhausted, she goes into the bedroom to take a short nap before he arrives.
pnj
The halls of Sutherland castle rang with malicious laughter. A message had just been delivered to Lord Sutherland himself and he had read through it greedily.

“The fools! They took the bait and ran with it just as I predicted. Ol’ Radcliff isn’t going to stand a chance now!”

He smiled again reading over the message from the head of his guard.

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Lord Sutherland,

The ruse you orchestrated has been done as you asked. The clan attacked by our men is surrounding Radcliff castle and the town nearby as I write this. I will keep you posted of the situation as it progresses.

Your faithful servant,
Captain Reeves


Lord Sutherland still was bent over the note reveling in his triumph when Lady Sutherland entered.

“What is all this cackling? I can hear you clear across the castle!”

Sutherland looked up and smiled at his wife. He knew she would never agree with his plan but he decided to share it with her anyway.

“Ah my dear! I have the most wonderful news! Do you remember last Michaelmas when we were at the Radcliff castle and you remarked on how you liked it so much better than ours?”

“Yes, vaguely. What of it?”

“Well, very soon it will be YOUR castle! Aren’t you pleased?” He thought perhaps if he went the roundabout way that she would not be as inclined to disagree with him.

“What have you done, now?”

“Nothing! Why do you always think I’m up to something….honestly, I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“Don’t tell me nothing. I can tell when you are lying! The Radcliff’s aren’t just going to move out of their castle. It’s been in the family for generations! Tell me now what you have done!”

Lord Sutherland was a ruthless and greedy man, but for some reason he would do anything for this woman. He knew it and she knew it.

“I may have caused some people to think Radcliff attacked them…”

“And so now they are retaliating, right?”

“Isn’t it a marvelous plan?”

“No! It is no wonder your son is out of hand with the example he has in you…” She sighed heavily and began tapping her foot as she contemplated the situation. Lord Sutherland was about to respond but then thought better of it. His wife did not know yet that Radcliff’s daughter had been successfully kidnapped by Asa. He decided to keep silent on that subject. Sierra was rightfully Asa’s anyway. There was nothing wrong with what he had done…

Lady Sutherland summoned a messenger. A tall, lanky man came scurrying into the chamber with parchment and a quill in hand.

“I have a couple tasks for you. I want you to go to Captain Reeves and find out which clan has been upset. Then I want you to located the head of this clan and explain to him what has happened. Take 300 pounds and livestock to present them as gifts. Hopefully that will quell their anger before a full war begins.”

The messenger bowed low and left the room quickly to begin working on his tasks. Lady Sutherland turned to her husband, shook her head sadly, and left the room. Lord Sutherland was left alone to his thoughts and to ponder what had just transpired.
Diannathedaring
As she walked to Sierra's house, Dianna thought of all the turmoil the little town of Bath had suffered in the last few days. Death, illness and kidnapping. None of these were all that unusual in and of themselves, but all together? That was too much.

As she reached Sierra's home, Dianna pushed open the door and began to set things to rights. She shooed out the stray chickens that had taken up roost in the kitchen, up righted furniture, bundled the linens to take them home to clean, set aside some bread crusts and moldy bits of cheese to take to Greg's piglets.

As she worked, she thought through the problems that Greg would face in trying to rescue Sierra. First, he was alone. Fighting with the Sutherlands was something best done with a hundred or so stout Highlanders behind you. Secondly, he was lightly armed. In Scotland, even the boys wore sgian dubhs tucked into their hose. A full grown man would have that as well as a dirk as a minimum even when just walking on his own property. Sutherland's men would have claymores aplenty.

What was it that Sutherland loved? Pride, certainly, and land. Honor of a sort, although she was sure that it was an honor that Greg would not recognize. Still she thought his best weapon would be his clever tongue rather than his brawn. Sierra's father would be of little help. He had already agreed to the marriage.

Radcliff and Sutherland. What was there between the families that Greg could exploit? What did Scotland produce? Rocks, heather, sheep, whiskey, families... Families! That was it! Scotland produced genealogies aplenty if nothing else! Sierra and Asa were related in the 4th degree. The great, great, great grandsire of them both was a Douglas. Not a point that either family was proud of, but there it was. With this knowledge, Greg can negotiate a trade of lands from Sierras dowry for her release. That will give Sutherland what he wants and spare his honor over losing a bride that the Church won't let his son have. Dianna hurried over to Sierra's desk and began to write;

Gregarious,
Know by this letter that there are many in Bath that pray for your success and your swift and happy return. Toward that end, remember you that the Church is most particular in which marriages she will and will not bless. A marriage within the seventh degree of consanguinity is not allowed, at least not without Papal dispensation. The parties with which you are concerned are related within the fourth degree. A Douglas lies at the root. Find your loves brother to learn the whole of the truth.
By this means, the pride of the men of the South may be soothed with property that means little to you so that what you hold most dear can be restored to you.
Pray you God speed.
Dianna

Dianna sealed the letter, ran home to raid her purse and went looking for a messenger to send north to find Gregarious. That done, she returned to Sierras home, finished dusting and polishing and gathered up the bundle of linens. As she walked home she thought, "A little washing and mending will soon set these to rights." She thought then too about what she could do as a wedding gift for the happy couple. Perhaps a bit of embroidery on the best of the sheets. Perhaps a pair of twining vines with small white flowers...
-fromENSparhawk21
Hey, Berit, I thought you had a wife and child. "Yes I do Sparhawk. Why do ya ask?" Well, is it not true that if yer with wife and child ya don't fight. "Sparhawk again I tell ye that I love me self a good fight. No matter what. Plus your dad from the Poteet clan asked me to join. So, here I am." Yeah here ya are like a little retarded kid wanting on the cart, because he says so. Berit gives me a angry glare and then punches me on the nose. I started to bleed and my nose like before twice in the tavern in Bath broke. Yer like a little dog that attacks when ya get to close and ya broke my nose. "Well, that's what ya get for not paying attention to the signs." Signs! I punch him back but didn't break his nose instead he lost a tooth. He grabs his mouth and then looks at me and I look at him glaring at each other. We then smiled at each other him with his missing tooth and me with a broken nose. We hugged each other. I missed you firend. "I missed ya too." In unison we said.... To the Poteet clan!!!
Gregarious
It had been another long day of marching. The small column was making good time despite the weather. The rain had long since passed through Gregarious' clothing. A fire would certainly be welcome. He's eaten already and was sitting away from the main body of men. Working the edge of his sword with a small stone to give it a proper edge. He looked to the stars and drifted....

Well me piggies, I wonder how you are today.

It's been miserable the last 3 days. Constant rain. I think I'm getting a cough. I've finally worked this blade into shape but I fear it is all for not. Without a proper sheath I cannot protect it from the weather. The spear seems to be doing just fine though.

The commander of these forces thinks I'm crazed. I confided in him as to where and why I am going. He told me to go home. "She's already at the bottom of the Irish sea Lad. If not you have no right to interfere anyway, she's rightly given by her father to this Asa. Go home"

He'll not break me my lil ones. I will find her, I will find a way to stop this, I will have MY Sierra back. Some days hope is all we have my friends. It is all that will carry us through. That and the lords grace. Well I have hope enough. I know where I go, I know what I must do, all I need is guidance as to how. That will come to. I know it.

Hope my friends; don't let anything or anyone take it from you.

Well I must get to a fire before I freeze to the ground.

Eat my friends, grow my pets, make me proud

We'll be home soon. I promise.

Gregarious stretches stiffly and wanders back to the fire. In the night an owl calls.
-fromENmeda181
Meda woke with a start, not sure what had awakened her. She listened for a moment, but heard nothing in the house. She sat up in her bed, and listened again. Nothing but the usual sounds of the night. Now curious, and a bit uneasy due to recent happenings, she wrapped up in a blanket, and got out of bed to check the house. A thorough search revealed no hidden trickery or even anything unusual. With a sigh, she opened her front door, and stepped outside. She took a deep breath of the cold wet air. Though she didn’t like the cold, she adored the rain. The clean smell reminded her of home.

Right about now her father, brother and cousins would be going crazy with cabin fever. They hated being ‘beached’, in her father’s words. But with the coming of winter, the winds often made the seas too rough for sailing, especially for the smaller fishing boats. Every now and then there’d be a break in the weather, just enough to get the menfolk out of the house and off of the women’s nerves. Meda smiled as she remembered one year sitting with some of the women by the fire during on of those breaks. Her mother was complaining that the only good the winter winds brought was more family. Meda giggled, remembering how red Kelton’s wife had turned when she heard that. ‘Twas no surprise after that when spring brought with it her first child.

Meda took another deep breath, and turned to go back inside. As she turned, her gaze passed over the pigpen. In the moonlight, a silent shadow passed overhead. Meda froze momentarily in fear. But no one jumped out at her, so she walked to the side of the house. She gazed out, toward the trees, searching for any sign of life. A slight movement up in the branches caught her eye. She moved closer, squinting. A pair of giant yellow eyes stared back at her. A smile lit Meda’s face. ‘Twas an owl! Her father told her that seeing an owl was a rare privilege, and any fisherman granted such would be guaranteed a fine catch. She wasn’t sure what seeing one in a a wood town meant, but surely it had to be a good sign. And.....maybe..........

Meda paused, then cupped her hands round her mouth. “Whoo? Whoo?” Well, it wasn’t exactly perfect, but then again she wasn’t an owl either. She waited, then repeated the call. The nightbird eyed her curiously. She tried a third time, and was delighted when the bird returned her call. Her father said that an owl’s call during bad weather meant that the weather would change for the better.

“Well now,” she said aloud. “Now we shall see for sure, Sir Owl, whether you are friend those of the land, as well as to those of the sea.” She turned to go back inside, feeling a calm where worry had once been.
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-fromENSparhawk21
As I was in battle and had struck down a fatal blow on a man I heared cheers of victory from my troops. They cheered and cheered, but not I. I looked down at the man I had just killed. I remembered my real father being struck in the same way I just killed this man. I fell to my knees tears coming to my eyes. I was then startled by Berit with his huge hand grabbing my shoulder. I got up and looked at him still crying. Yes Berit? "Sparhawk I have good news. I have gotten a letter from you step father saying this whole war was a ruse. By a Lord Sutherland. We are not going to go into war with him, but your father will be going into diplomatic meetings with him and the Radcliff clan." So you're telling me these men that we have killed died for nothing. They died because of a MAN who, My face got red and it almost felt like my ears had steam coming out of them. wanted a war between two neutral clans to fight! I will not stand for this treachory. "Sparhawk you must follow yer father's orders." I looked away and folded my arms. I wanted to kill this Lord Sutherland. I then looked back at Berit and lowered my head. Yer right tis a strike to the chest that we must take. "Sparhawk, ya should go back to yer home and forget about this. Besides there is only death here. Ya don't want that on yer mind." I know, but I have already killed a lot and I mourn for them now. I mourn for them and their familys for I have takin away a son or daughter's father away from them like some one did to me. I will go back home and make a plan take make it up to the families that we have ruined. Berit nods his head. I went and got onto my horse. Goodbye Berit. We will be in war with this Lord Sutherland. Make sure that my father keeps patrols out there on the beach front. "Oh that reminds me Sparhawk. Yer father and now set up outposts and bigger patrols along the cost with false flags and kilts. We will help yer friend." I ask only one more favor Berit. Will ya go find Greg and help him like ya have always helped me. "I will Sparhawk, I believe I knows who is with him. I little cocky Scott name is Jack." My dad sent him. I laughed and then stopped abrubtly knowing I had to leave. Ok Berit I will see yas in the future. "Goodbye friend and goodluck." I waved and I hit my heels on the sides of my horse and I was off. I cried more as soon as I was out of ear shot, but I stayed going twards Bath....home.
pnj
Sierra’s eyes did not want to open. It had been a long night, perhaps the longest of her life. Where was she? And what is that infernal dripping sound?

There was a pounding in her ears that quieted the sound of the ocean. She opened her eyes a crack to look around. Sunlight was pouring into the room. The port holes did not normally allow that much light. She looked down and saw a small puddle and then the drip that disturbed it every few seconds. It was red. Red? Sierra instinctively grabbed the side of her head, but pulled it back quickly in pain. Her hand revealed what she already knew. She must have banged her head against something during the violent storm. She needed to patch it up quickly. She attempted to stand up but the room spun around and she grabbed for something to steady herself. She would rather bleed to death first than ask for Asa’s help…


“Vanessa…” Her throat was dry and the shout came out like a whisper. She tried swallowing several times to help lubricate her vocal cords.

“Vanessa…” A little bit louder this time but certainly not good enough. Sierra looked around the room to see if she could find anything to make noise with. She spotted a glass bottle on the table. She mustered all her strength and pulled herself off the floor and grabbed the bottle.

Lights began shinning in front of Sierra’s eyes and the room spun around her. The blood pounded in her ears and she fell backward. The bottle crashed to the floor and Sierra along with it. Her head slammed into the floor. The pain in her head intensified and then everything went black.
Gregarious
The sun is just setting. Camp is being set up in a small vale of the road. Gregarious, wanders away to lean on a tree on crest of a small hill and drifts.......

Well me piggies, I wonder how you are today?

I have received the most wonderous present. I have a wad of raw wool. I can use this to shine and oil the blade of the sword entrusted to me. Now if I can find someone to work a scabbard from leather I will have all the required equipment to properly care for it.

We had stopped at a small road side tavern. It was doing well enough and the food was much better that road rations. And the ale was a welcome change as well. Well the bar maid spilled somone's order. An uncouth lord of some sort. Anyway he was going to strike her. I had to intervene. I offered to pay for his meal and the drink that had been lost. This did not placate him but we talked for a while and I got 4 pints into him. By this time he had forgotten the maid all together. I left her a small tip and was on my way out when she asked if I needed anyhting. I told her I was well enough and thanked her for her kindness but she insisted. I jokingly asked for raw wool for my sword not thinking she could produce such. But not a minute later she was back with a full 3 foot length of raw wool. Seems they raise sheep in a field adjacent to the tavern. Well, that makes sense I suppose.

Well, a full belly, new equipment, a new friend and one day closer to Sierra. It has been a good day.

Eat my friends, grow my pets, make me proud

We will be home soon I promise.

Over head unseen an owl passes silently in the night.
-fromENrhiannon
In Winchester at last!

Rhiannon thought of all that had happened those last few days as she readied herself for bed at St. Cross.

While stopping to get a meal at a tavern in Salisbury, they had almost left poor Amy behind when her cousin had wandered away to find the privy. Immediately, they realized their mistake, and turned back for her. Rhiannon still felt guilty for the entire thing.

When they had finally arrived in Winchester, they stopped by St. Cross... only to find that Melora had gone to the remains of Halliwell Manor to assess the damage. Since they didn't want to journey any longer, they stopped by the inn to find a room. They'd meet her tomorrow when she got back.

Rhiannon smiled as she thought of Bronwen in the tavern. She and Sir Kukupet had gotten very... close... both emotionally and physically. It was so sickeningly sweet, Rhiannon drowned herself in a strong drink to keep from puking.

However, it seemed that Sir Kuku was very... taken with Bron. As soon as she'd mentioned she liked flowers, he dashed out the door to pick some for her. She smiled more widely at that thought- the look in her sister's eyes was beyond priceless.

Rhiannon looked over at Bronwen, who was lying facing Rhi in her own trundle bed. She was wearing a smile that Rhiannon knew quite well.

She was in love.

Rhiannon blew out the lights and laid back in her own bed. If Sir Kuku's intentions were honorable, her sister could be very happy in years to come.


OOC: Cross-posted in Life in Winchester.
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-fromENBronwenellen
Quote:
Finally! Bronwen lay in her bed waiting until she heard the gentle breathing of Rhiannon and Amy in the other beds. Quietly as she could, she arose, stuffed a pillow underneath the blanket, donned her shoes, and tip-toed out of the room.

And then ran, down the corridor, downstairs, out of the tavern, and to Kuku's blacksmith shop.

She knocked on the door, awaiting breathlessly. Kuku appeared, looking very surprised, not a moment later. With a hint of embarrassment, she noticed he also arrived in only his breeches...

I... uh... Hello, Kuku... I was just... taking a stroll, and I happened by your shop... She blushed scarlet at those words. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She noticed the smile on his face. Bronwen, I did not expect you, of course... Would you like to come in?

What could she do but accept gracefully?

As Kuku led her into his sitting room, she remembered what had happened earlier that day. After much carousing and many beers, Kuku had simply gotten so drunk as to fall off his chair- and break his nose. Horrified, Bronwen had dove for her handkerchief to stem the bloodflow, but saw it wouldn't be enough. As carefully as she could, she wrenched the nose back in place. The two small tears he had shed had, for some reason, torn her in two.

He looked better now, but his nose was still a little bloody, and she suspected it would ache for awhile.

Perhaps she could ease his pain.

Kuku... She stepped as close to him as possible. Hands shaking, she put them around Kuku's neck, stood on tip-toe, and kissed him, careful to not hurt him more.


(Cross-posted in "Life in Winchester".)
-fromENrhiannon
Posted in "Life in Winchester":
kukupet wrote:
Kukupet woke up find himself very refresh after a couple of ale last night. Somehow he felt confident in his talking and actions.

24-11-2006 04:20 : You are on a talking spree today! You feel you could free your people and lead them to Zion! +20 charisma

He went to tavern and met the lovely Dame Bronwenellen and her half-sister Rhiannon. Kukupet and Bronwen chatted and found out they have quite a lot in common. After much beer, Kukupet was extremely hammered and fell of the chair and broke his nose. However, thanks to Bronwen fast action, her care and tenderness, his nose bleed stop and she wrenched his nose back in place.

The winter wind blow strong that night, Lady Bronwen came and find him asking about his condition. She was shaking fighting off the winter cold. Kukupet quickly invite her into his house. Kukupet took out his sweater and covered her with it hoping she would not be so cold.

The ambience in his house is very soothing and romantic.

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He looked better now, but his nose was still a little bloody, and she suspected it would ache for awhile.

Perhaps she could ease his pain.

Kuku... She stepped as close to him as possible. Hands shaking, she put them around Kuku's neck, stood on tip-toe, and kissed him, careful to not hurt him more.


Kukupet was unsure what struck him, for all his life, he never felt this way before! It is.. LOVE! Kukupet then hugs her back and kissed her more passionately. For some reason, the wind blew off the candle that lights the house. The whole house went pitch dark and no one see any of them coming out of the house that night...

Kukupet grateful that his neighbour, Dame Melora was out in Scotland and still havent return.




-fromENrhiannon
"You're WHAT?"

"I'm staying in Winchester."

"Where are you going to live? What are you going to do?"

Rhiannon saw, too clearly, the look that Bronwen then shot her- "You know."

And she did know.

She knew the moment she awoke that morning to find Amy in her bed, but Bronwen gone.

She knew as she donned her cloak, noting that Bron hadn't taken hers, headed downstairs and began following the almost minuscule footprints that resembled most closely her sister's tiny feet. All the way to Kukupet's house.

She knew when she knocked and heard scrambling behind the door.

She also knew when the pair appeared at the door, and Bronwen had her bodice on inside-out.

Rhiannon sighed, but she knew not to reprimand her sister. She herself remembered those sort of nights...


"You know I am heading to Arundel today."

"Aye, sister."

"Just do me a favor- help Dame Melora any way you can, and make sure Amy is as well and comfortable as you can make her. Since Spar couldn't come, she's going to need someone to look after her. I'm glad it's someone she knows."

"I will, Rhiannon."

Rhi hugged her goodbye, and set out.

Almost as an afterthought, she penned a note on a scrap of paper and gave a messenger boy a half-penny to deliver it:

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Kukupet,
Make her happy.
Rhiannon
Arcanejill
ArcaneJill returned to her house from the market, carrying fresh bread and some greenish cheese that was cheap and she thought would ripen. Stopping at Gregarious' empty house was part of her daily routine now, and she missed her neighbor and his bride-to-be. Finding food for the pigs in the shed, she placed it in the trough and then headed to the well for water. One of the pigs grunted at her, almost as if in thanks.
"You're welcome."
Realizing she had just talked to a pig, she looked around to see if anyone had seen that. No one was in sight. Shaking her head at herself, she continued.
"I know I am not your master. Hopefully Gregarious is safe and the lady Sierrajane also. I know you miss him but you will have to put up with me a little while longer. He has gone to find his love and that is of the utmost importance.... Yes, you are important too, little piggies, but Sierrajane is in danger and you are not. You are just hungry."
Still shaking her head at herself, she picked up her basket and wrapped her shawl tighter around her for the walk home.
-fromENSparhawk21
I had finally made it home. I slowed my horse down to a slow trot. I looked around the neigborhood and noticed it was very quiet. So, I just went into my mind thinking of times of the cheerful things that happened here in Bath. When I was finally about 2 blocks away from my huose I looked over to Greg's house knowing he was gone but just to see if he was back. I noticed someone else there and got off my horse, hid the horse behind a bush and I went over next to Greg's house laying on my stomach looking around the corner. It was Arcane, smiled evily and laughed to myself as she was talking to the pigs. I guess those pigs just get people to talk to them. She stopped talking to them and started walking to where I am. I thought of something evil and stayed where I was waiting for her to get to the corner. As she approached I stood up real quick. HEY JILL!!!! I started laugh as she had a priceless look on her face. How ya doin Jill. Still laughing as I said it.
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