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The Colony of Bath

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Sierra giggled thinking about catching Greg less than fully dressed but resolves to be good. She backed into the hallway and leaving the door open a crack, she called to Greg:

"Did you find all the clothing the was brought for you to wear to be in order?"

"Yes, m'love. Everything looks fine and should fit."

"I will wait for you at the landing by the stairs."

And with that, Sierra shut the door and set herself to wait. Greg began to dress quickly and was surprised to find how well Troy's clothes fit him. The trousers were slightly short as Greg was a couple inches taller than Troy. The shoes did not fit at all so Greg tried his best to clean the mud off of his own shoes. After quickly combing his hair, he opnned the door and stepped into the hallway.

Sierra stood waiting just outside his door and broke into a huge smile when she saw him.


"I know I said I was going to wait at the landing, but I just couldn't wait to see how you looked! You look so handsome, my love!"

Gregarious smiled at her compliment but stood transfixed as her beheld her. The dress highlighted her womanly figure. She had never worn anything like it before. He suddenly had an overwhelming wish that they were married already so that his other, more private longings, could be realized at that moment.

Sierra sensed what Greg was thinking and blushed. Greg finally found his voice:


"Darling, you look...you look amazing! I shall be honored to have you on my arm this evening."

Sierra managed an almost inaudible 'thank you' as she continued to blush under his gaze. Greg then walked up to her and lifted her chin so that their eyes met, and he kised her first gently and then melted into a more passionate embrace.

After they each composed themselves, Sierra took Greg's arm and together they made their way to the dining hall.
Gregarious
A warning trumpet sounded from the wall. Gregarious looked around in puzzlement. Now what dear jah, my luck the Norsemen of old have decided to return to the sea! Sierra knew the way to an outter window that overlooked the gates. A large party of men had set up on a ridge not far away. One was riding forward under truce. As he neared the gates Gregarious could see the size of the man and the tartan he was wearing.

It's Berit! Looks like he was able to talk sense to his clan. Now if Troy can talk sense to your father this mess might finally be over. We should get to diner and see how this plays out.
pnj
Gregarious and Sierra anxiously entered the dining hall. The room was aglow from the torches that lines the walls as well as the center chandelier. Garland and large red bows hung from the ceiling and also decorated the doorways. A large mahogony table stood in the middle of the room with 10 chairs around it--only 5 of which had place settings.

Lady Catherine sat at one end of the table and smiled as the pair entered the room. Troy stood by a chair towards the middle of the table and motioned for them to join. Sierra stood near a chair in between her brother and mother and Greg took the chair opposite her. One empty place remained. Gregarious looked about for the missing person.

Lady Catherine motioned for everyone to take a seat. She took a sip of her wine.


"Your father will be along in a while. I'm sure you saw all those men outside. He is receiving them in the main hall. Hopefully it will not take long. I'm sure the 3 of you are starving!"

Greg began to look uncomfortable but did not say a word. Sierra looked at him and knew he would not say anything for fear of speaking out of turn.

"Greg, dear. Please tell them what you know. It can only be a help to the situation."

Troy looked curiously at Greg.

"I...I do know the man who rode up with the white flag and I may be of some help in vouching for his character."

Troy stood up.

"Well, then let us go my friend! My father has a temper to match his hair. This man you know will need all the help he can get!"

And with that, Troy and Gregarious made their way to the main hall. Gregarious relayed the story as quickly as he could to Troy on the way.
Gregarious
Well, so much for diner. Lord Radcliff had been apoplectic at the news of Asa's death. It was not common knowledge that Sierra had actually done the deed but it was whispered.

He had honoured the truce but had received Berit with less than high regard. Berit's clan had found Piran's agent easily enough once they knew the circumstances of the "incident" that had started the boarder clash. They had also extracted a confession. These were presented to Lord Radcliff with a proposition that the two clans try to rein in their border people and consider a mutual defence against clan Sutherland.

Lord Radcliff was dubious. The two clans had been on rocky relations for a long time. Asa's clan was the more powerful so Berit's offer seemed the weaker of two positions for clan Radcliff. Gregarious then recounted the tale of Piran, his own capture, torture, and Piran's gloating that he would behead clan Radcliff when Asa deemed the time ripe.


AND WHO ARE YOU! You are no one, you merely wish to ruin my daughter and cuckold Asa whom she was promised to. Be glad you are not in my dungeon or your head already on a pike.

Troy took this opportunity to confirm that he had also heard the gloating of Piran. This was when he had determined that he would take Piran in. Piran had been taken by surprise but he was crafty, a spy, a warrior and well trained in many arts. He had evaded capture but not before Troy had put an arrow in him as Piran ran.

Lord Radcliff had not been mollified, but his bluster had slowed. Gregarious was not sure if this meant he would consider all the information that had been presented to him. But he had not been sent directly to the dungeon either. That had to be a good sign. Now all he wanted was a bed and a good nights sleep for the first time in a long time.
Arcanejill
Jill stayed in her house for two days. Sometimes she paced, sometimes she cried, sometimes she lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. The letter from Pieterjan was already creased and tattered, and she reread it nearly every hour despite knowing the contents by heart.

The handsome bearded young man in my dreams... my beloved Roden. Oh, how could I forget you?! And my Nevin, my only child, the son I'd hoped and prayed for.. It's a double blow to suddenly find the ones most dear to me in my memory and then to know that they are gone forever!

The tears began to well up again. Many times she'd started a reply to Pieterjan and many times she'd crumpled it up and tossed it in the fire. Finally a letter was composed, and she folded it and addressed it before she had time to change her mind.

Quote:

My dear brother,

I am afraid I have lost much of my memory. Your letter triggered some remembrance, however, and I now know who I am and why I am in Bath. I ran after the fire, the pain was too much. By the time I reached Bath, I had blocked out all memory of my family, my past, and my tragedy. I remember the fire now, mostly as a vague event, and I remember my husband Roden and my son Nevin. I know they are lost in the fire. I had not grieved for them, only blocked them from my memory, and I am finding myself overwhelmed by sorrow now. I remember you as a child and a young lad. I know you must be a young man now, as we are only 5 years apart. I do hope that seeing you again will jog my memory some more, but for now I must apologize if I do not seem as familiar as I should. Thinking on it, I remember bits and pieces of our childhood together and our family home. I thank you for looking for me so diligently; who knows how long I would have gone without remembering who I am. I don't have my memory in its entirety, but I do know who I am now.

Yours fondly,
ArcaneJill de Grey


ArcaneJill de Grey... I know who I am... But what of the rest of my family... Will they know me?
pnj
Lord Radcliff turned his attention back to Berit and Troy. It appeared that it was not yet known to him that Asa had died by the hand of his own daughter. Greg didn't feel he should be the one to share this information. He slowly backed his way to the door and slipped out unnoticed. He made his way back to the dining hall where Sierra and her mother were waiting for him.

The voices grew louder from the main hall. Troy's voice could be heard shouting above his father's. It was difficult to make out what was being said but clearly all parties were angry.

Greg sat down opposite Sierra at the table once more. His eyes never left her face. Her eyes had become a stormy grey and the color had left her cheeks leaving a pale emptiness behind. She kept staring at the door looking as if at any moment she expected someone to walk through it. Then suddenly, she got up from the table and walked determinedly out of the room and down the hall. Greg ran after her but she called to him without even turning around:


"This must come from me alone, my love. I do not want him believing you influenced me into doing this.''

Sierra pushed open the great door to the main hall and closed it behind her. The yelling continued between father and son but stopped abruptly when they noticed she had entered the room.

"Sierra, what are you doing here? Go back and be with your mother! We will settle this!"

She spoke not a word nor looked up to his face. Tears pricked her eyes and silently ran down her cheeks. Her eyes blazened with a blue fire and her cheeks flushed with passion. Slowly she raised her head and met her father's glare. His countenance changed when he saw his daughter's face and felt the fire of her stare upon him.

"Am I to understand correctly that you persist in defending Asa Sutherland? That if he were not found dead that you would still wish for me to be wed to him?"

Lord Radcliff began to respond but Sierra's face and her cool words silenced him.

"Do you understand that Asa put me through hell, Father? That he forcefully kidnapped me from my bed in the middle of the night?"

"Well, he was talking what was denied him....he..."

"That he humiliated me and treated me worse than an animal? That he made it very clear I meant nothing to him?"

"I'm sure you exaggerate...."

Her words began coming out in a torrent of emotion and the tears would not be held back any longer.

"And that in the very end he lowered me into the very dust...ripping my clothes from my body....and...tried to...rape me? Did you know that Father? Did you? It was I that killed your precious Asa! I took his own knife and killed him to save myself from his filthy hands and horrid touch! Did you know that, Father?"

Her sobs echoed in the hall. Nothing else could be heard. Time seemed to stop. And for the first time in his life, Lord Radcliff felt truly ashamed of himself. He watched his daughter crumpled in agony and his son comfort her. The son that was his heir. The son that was more of a man than he ever was. Lord Radcliff abruptly left the hall without saying a word. Berit and his men stood and looked to each other-confused. Troy held Sierra tightly in his arms nd whispered comforts of childhood days gone by.

A muffled cry and a loud thud was heard a few moments later. Troy lifted his head with a stricken look and ran to the window that overlooked the courtyard. A solitary figure could be seen laying facedown on the stones below. Lord Radcliff was no more.
-fromENSparhawk21
I was on the road feeling really lonely so I got out a piece of parchment and started to write to Berit to give to Greg.

Quote:
Dear Berit,

Please give this letter to Greg since I don't know where he is.

Greg friend and neighbor how have yas been. Have ye find yer lass yet Sierra. Is she safe and ya give her a good time wink wink. Just wanted to hear how yer doin and what yer up to.

Give ya a update on me I am goin ta get married to Jill. I'ma waiting fer ya to get back fer the wedding. Since I have become Lt. of the SAS it has been really difficult. I have been non-stop traveling since then too. Havenna been able to see Jill a whole lot since either. Right now I am just south of Gloucester and going through Bristol to head back home. I won't be staying more than a day though to escort somebody. The tavern is lonely without yas too. Ellsbeth is now mayor and doin great keeping her tricks to herself. hehehe. Well have fun neighbor and donna get yerself down. Everyone is a waitin for tha both of yas to get back.

Yer friend and neighbor,
Sparhawk
Gregarious
Gregarious heart had stopped. Or it felt like it. He was numb. Lord Radcliff dead? He would have come around. He would have come around. There is never a need for this sort of action.

Then he remembered Piran......

"I have already made plans to remove the father and the son will fallow not far behind. I have people in place. It will be quick. They will not know what hit them."

Had he thrown himself to the ground? Or had he some help? And Troy was to follow quickly after? Gregarious had to get to Troy. He had to be warned. Troy had heard Piran crowing. He must know. He must have taken precautions.


Oh dear lord.

Sierra!
-fromENVarnifane
Varnifane looks out the window, mind drifting like the snow settling around the front step. Before him is the picture of a winter fantasy, something a painter may put his name on and recieve rave reviews.

The image clouds and Varnifane is pulled back. Breath visible in the bitter air of the front room he moves to the fireplace to tend to the few embers left in the fireplace.

As he reaches down for tinder and wood, his eye is drawn once again to the trunk, now pushed in the corner and half covered with objects of everyday life.

"It's a new day and a new year." he says and moves to the trunk. Pulling up a chair and clearing off the top, he turns his attention to the lock. Small and simple with some not too elaborate scrollwork and the initials AH. Retrieving a key from his pocket he presses it between his thumb and forefinger feeling once again it's smoothness and sharpness. "How like life." he snickers looking at the key and inserts it into the lock.

A gentle twist, a soft click and the lock is hanging there open. Moving inspite of the cold in his bones and the the growing tightness in his chest, he removes the lock and unlatches the trunk and opens the lid.

Across the top, covering the rest an afghan made with love for a cold time like today. Varnifane removes it and wraps it's familiar warmth around his shoulders.

Beneath that a finely embroidered cloth. He takes it gently in his hands and holds it against his cheek. Breathing in it's air he looks to the portrait on wall across from the fireplace, "Remember when we Christened Kristoph in this? It was a wonderful day. We left the cathedral talking about the future, about days not at all like today."

Holding the cloth tightly to himself, he sits back in his chair...

and weeps.
_________________

Mourning Uncle
Bishop of the Hereford Diocese
Member of House Halliwell
Viscount of Exeter
Proud Patron
Member of Somerset Trade Guild
Rosalynn
Rosalynn settles the twins on the bed propped up by pillows so they can watch as she scurries around the room packing for her patrol with Sajanzv and Tow. Reality hits home when she looks at the twins. "Oh how careless of me!! I've forgotten the most important thing there is. Can't have Spot looking after you two, whatever was I thinking? Okay you two, on with the warm clothes and into your pram you go as we need to go visiting Jean to see if she will watch over you while your daddy and I are away." Rosalynn wraps the babies up warmly as she lays thems in their pram and then pushes it outside closing the door behind her.

Setting off down the lane, she smiles and waves at her closest neighbors then continues on further to Jean and Dunn's home. She knocks on the door and waits for there to be an answer. A light pinkness decorates her cheeks and nose as her skin reacts to the cold weather and embarassment at her plight.
pnj
Jean had just poured a cup of tea when she heard a gentle knock on the door. She opend the door and smiled at seeing her friend with her twins. "Hi Rosa, what brings you by today? She moved aside to let Rosa in with the twins.

She poured her friend a hot drink and sat down by the twins admiring their beautiful faces.
Rosalynn
Pushing the pram indoors, Rosalynn chastises herself again for her faulty memory under her breath before saying, "I'm embarassed as all get-out as this is quite little notice and asking much of anyone, but Sajanzv and I are going on patrol and I'm in need of someone to keep the twins for several days while we are gone. Would you and Dunn be able to do so for us? We'll stop by on the way out and bring lots of nappies and milk for them and they are very good-natured and hopefully won't fuss much and..and oy, silly me forgot all about needing to find someone to sit them." Embarassment overwhelms her that she could have forgotten such an important detail as care of the twins, overly excited about taking her first trip in a long while.
pnj
"I would be more than happy to take care of the little ones, not sure about Dunn. No doubt he will leave it up to me. Don't feel bad, the mind can become jumbled." Jean said.

Jean smiled at her friend. She had recieved so much help from Rosa she felt that she should do something for her in return. Not to mention she loved babies.
Rosalynn
"Oh thank you, bless you, you are a lifesaver. I'll hurry right home and get their things together before I forget that also," she laughs. This trip had definitely gotten her over-excited and out of sorts.

So saying, she dons her coat once more and pushing the pram before her, hurries back home. Making a bundle of the supplies for the twins, she goes outside and retrieves Spot from her pen and tying a rope from the pudgy pig to the nearest tree, retrieves the bundle and ties it onto Spot's back. She brings out the twins in the pram again, grabs the rope and leads Spot back towards Jean's home while mentally ticking off a list of the items she packed.
pnj
Jean smiled and waved to the kids as Rosa left to get the nessary things. This will be good practice for me if Dunn wants kids someday Jean thought.

She smiled and busied herself making room for the twins. This was going to be fun. A few moments later there was another knock on the door again and Jean went and awsnered.
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