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Post by Ringulf on Nov 9, 2010 15:00:02 GMT -5
She stopped less than a yard away, hands on hips, glaring a hole right through the big knight, not feeling the least bit intimidated by his size. " And if my mentor, Ringulf could be a Skandian, and a Ranger, than you'd blessed well trust the ones we've got around here, including Ari!" she finished, eyes blazing with anger. She quite forgot that Ringulf was only half-Skandian-- although that didn't make much difference in Mylia's mind-- and that Ringulf was no longer her mentor. In her mind, he would always still be her mentor, retired and memory-less or not.
"Ringulf!? Hah you were Ringulf's apprentice? Hah it is a wonder you are still alive Ranger girl, that half-bred Skandian Bastard son of a dog was no good for anything but shooting his master even when he was whole and sane! Now he is a broken old man with no memory, drooling oatmeal out of the corner of his gibbering maw! Go away Ranger brat and mind your own affairs! Here in Whitby we discipline even our squires when they feel that the have the right to disrupt the Kings faire, disturb the peace, assault good citizens and shoplift! Now begone with you!this one is lucky if he just gets horsewhipped if it were up to me he would rot in the dungeon for a year or two or till his wolfbuggering brethren got up enough nerve to come find him!
Ari could still barely stand and he felt as though he might even loose control of his innards and become unmanned. he heard Mylia's voice but could barely lift his head through the pain to call to her.
"Myl...no...not now...is ...ok...(cough)..get Eccos"(whack) the guard on the left drove a knee into Ari's face shoving Ari's words back down his throat and starting a stream of blood spilling out on the ground from his nose and battered mouth.
They dragged him off, barely conscious, towards the castle.
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Post by Firehead on Nov 9, 2010 15:48:06 GMT -5
(OOC: Mylia and Aribjorn)
"Ringulf!? Hah you were Ringulf's apprentice? Hah it is a wonder you are still alive Ranger girl, that half-bred Skandian Bastard son of a dog was no good for anything but shooting his master even when he was whole and sane! Now he is a broken old man with no memory, drooling oatmeal out of the corner of his gibbering maw! Go away Ranger brat and mind your own affairs! Here in Whitby we discipline even our squires when they feel that the have the right to disrupt the Kings faire, disturb the peace, assault good citizens and shoplift! Now begone with you!this one is lucky if he just gets horsewhipped if it were up to me he would rot in the dungeon for a year or two or till his wolfbuggering brethren got up enough nerve to come find him!
Never in her entire life had Mylia ever been so angry. Her eyes narrowed into slits that shot sparks and dagars at the knight before her. She spoke calmly through gritted teeth. "Number one; you--a so-called knight, just disrespected two Rangers, reguardless of current rank, thus disrespecting the entire Corps. Number two; you have personally just insulted my mentor-- or former mentor-- in the worst possible way, and number three; you've insulted not only the Ranger Corps, but also Ari, Ari's heritage and Ari's kinsmen, as well as the King himself and the crown Princess for signing a treaty with the Skandians. Give me one good reason why I should not shoot you dead where you stand, you igneramus."
Saying this, Mylia almost unconsiously strung her bow and slid an arrow from her quiver, nocking it to the bowstring without taking her gaze from the big man. She hadn't even registered yet, what Ari had said. When the men struck Ari again, and started to drag him away, Mylia stepped sideways blocking their path, still keeping her eyes on the knight.
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Post by Ringulf on Nov 9, 2010 16:12:03 GMT -5
"Number one; you--a so-called knight, just disrespected two Rangers, reguardless of current rank, thus disrespecting the entire Corps. Number two; you have personally just insulted my mentor-- or former mentor-- in the worst possible way, and number three; you've insulted not only the Ranger Corps, but also Ari, Ari's heritage and Ari's kinsmen, as well as the King himself and the crown Princess for signing a treaty with the Skandians. Give me one good reason why I should not shoot you dead where you stand, you igneramus." " Mind your tongue girlie when you talk to your betters! and for your information I don't give a rat's arse about you, your little feathery stick, your muddlepated ex mentor or this Skandian's dungeating family one way or the other. I had alot of people I loved and respected killed by them and as far as I am concerned the lot of them can burn in their heathen hell till you can't see for the smoke! and as for the Ranger service it is my opinion that it is a drain on the finances of the kingdom and that you could all be replaced by yoeman/farmers should the need for artilary ever really arise! all your sneakin around blendin in the woods Tomfoolery could be done without and the general public would be better off for it. Now put your little toy down step out of the road and let us pass before I have you hauled away as well for interfearing with a duly sworn officer of the peace while trying to do his duty!"
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Post by Brandwyn on Nov 9, 2010 16:14:42 GMT -5
(OOC: Brandwyn at the scene of the ‘crime’) (and then Tory and Brandwyn)
Brandwyn heard two things simultaneously that litterly tore her in half.
She heard the unmistakable twang and thud of an arrow and the piercing scream of a woman being struck and her stomach lurched with dread just as she heard Tandar’s faint voice saying, “Oh my God, what have I done?”
She saw the knight hand a woman a cloak and the woman had a huge smirk on her face as she slipped an odd looking silver coin into her pouch. She could see Aribjorn now and recognized him as the one who had been helping Tandar. Obviously something was amiss here and the large knight was behind it. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but for some reason they had taken the Skandian into custody.
She was torn between running to find out if Tandar was ok and intervening on Aribjorn’s behalf. She hesitated for a moment and then saw a young ranger girl address the knight. Looking up behind the scene, Brandwyn saw Tory’s head poking above the crowd. She waved to her frantically, motioning her over.
She stopped the woman with the cloak by a touch on the elbow. “Don’t you go anywhere, Milady.” She ordered, glad that she had on her Royal Scout cape and hat. The woman glared at her, but complied, not willing to disobey an agent of the King, and someone who was obviously noble as well as denoted by Brandwyn’s imperious attitude.
Meanwhile Sir Rodney was again moving his prisoner through the crowd and towards the castle dungeons, farther away from Brandwyn. She had heard his scathing reply to Mylia and seethed with anger. However, a scene here in public was not the proper way to handle the situation.
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Tory heard a ruckus not far away and saw a tall knight kick a young man viciously in the back and she bristled in anger. She had just been shaking her head ‘no’ in response to Tam’s question about some secret military branch when she heard Mylia start berating the knight. She stood up in the stirrups and could make out Mylia with her hands on her hips giving the knight a dressing down and Tory wanted to applaud. Then she heard Mylia say ‘Ari’ and Tory looked closely at the youth on the ground. It was hard to tell, but now that the connection was made, she knew it was Aribjorn and she gritted her teeth in anger.
“Come on Tam, I might need some back up.” She started moving toward Mylia when she saw Lady Brandwyn waving to her over the crowd. She was slightly closer and so Tory moved chip through the crowd, hollering, “Make Way! Make Way! King’s Ranger!” and the crowd parted in front of her rather rapidly. Of course that largely had to do with the fact Chip had his ears laid back flat on his head and his teeth bared as he mocked bit at people that were moving too slowly out of his way.
She trotted up to Brandwyn and said, “I have to help Aribjorn and Mylia!”
Brandwyn shook her head, “Tandar needs your help more. I will get to the bottom of this with Aribjorn. It is going to take someone who ranks higher than you to deal with that nasty Sir Rodney, and perhaps a bit of tact too.”
Tory started to protest but stopped in mid sentence as she heard Ari croak out something, "Myl...no...not now...is ...ok...(cough)..get Eccos-" Tory cocked her head questioningly. “Who is Eccos?”
Brandwyn looked back toward Aribjorn and then remembered who the Skandian was talking about. “Sir Ecosse, Aribjorn is squired to him. We will have to find him and let him know what is going on.” Brandwyn looked back in the direction of Tandar. “Quick, Tory, go find Tandar and see what happened. It sounded like – like he may have shot someone. We were chasing down a brawler who had started a fight in the food court. I will see to Aribjorn. Go help Tandar.”
Tory bit her lip and looked back at Aribjorn being dragged through the throng like a criminal, blood dripping from his face and considered disobeying, but she was right. She could probably help Ari more than Tory could. She nodded, “Please help him, Lady Brandwyn. Aribjorn is my friend and a good person. I don’t know what this knight thinks he has done, but it has to be a lie.”
The woman holding the cloak had been listening to the exchange, hoping Brandwyn would let her go so she could slip away, but the Royal Scout apprentice had kept a tight hold on the woman’s elbow. Now she cackled in glee, “He stole this cloak from me!”
Tory looked at her and said calmly, “how could he have stolen it if you are standing there holding it?”
“Sir Rodney got it back for me. If not for him that Skandian dog would have been long gone with it.”
Now something clicked with Brandwyn, who was ever a quick thinker. “Let me see your pouch.”
The woman bristled, “no! It is my money!”
Brandwyn held out her hand, “As a Royal Scout, agent of the King, I demand you hand over your pouch immediately.” She said it loudly enough that it drew the attention of several people in the area, most of whom were following the incident anyway.
The woman looked around and Tory drew herself up in the saddle and said very softly, but with deadly intent, “I suggest you do as she says.” Tory lay one hand on the ranger cloak draped over the saddle in front of her, “or you will not only be defying a Royal Scout, but a King’s ranger as well.”
Fearfully the woman looked up at the girl and then slowly handed over her pouch full of coins to Brandwyn.
Brandwyn emptied the contents in one hand and saw the strange looking silver piece glittering among the silvers and coppers. She placed the other coins back in the pouch and held the coin up to examine it. “This is not an Araluen coin.”
“It’s Skandian.” Tory said, she had seen several while in La Rivage and other areas of Gallica when she had been with Patrick. “Now how would you come about with a Skandian coin?”
The woman squirmed a little and looked down at her feet. “I am a merchant. I do business with a lot of people. Someone must have paid for something with it.”
Brandwyn could tell the woman was not being entirely truthful by the way she was acting. “Well you just come along with me and we will sort this all out.” She said but the woman protested, saying she couldn’t leave her booth unattended. “Seems to me you already left it to follow this Sir Rodney fellow. Surely you didn’t leave it unattended for that?” The woman shook her head, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Me boy is there.” She said sullenly, “but he’s got no head for business.”
“Pity,” answered Brandwyn without any sympathy and began to pull her along after Sir Rodney and Aribjorn. “Tory, help Tandar, please?”
Tory nodded and then looked for Tam.. “Hey Tam? Would you mind trying to find that Sir Ecosse that Aribjorn is squired to? Tell him his squire is in trouble and needs help.” Tory looked up and saw Mylia barring the knight’s progress. “I expect they will be at the castle by the time you find him. I will meet you up there.”
Then Tory turned Chip in the direction Brandwyn indicated and threw her ranger cloak over her shoulders and pulled the hood up. “Make way! Make way for the King’s Ranger!” She hollered again and Chip emphasized her call with a nip here and stamp of a hoof there.
The crowd parted in front of her and she could see Tandar by a woman on the ground with an arrow sticking out of her belly. Tory trotted up and slipped off Chip, grabbing her ranger bag from behind the saddle.
“Tandar, are you okay? What is going on?” She asked her mentor.
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Post by Brandwyn on Nov 9, 2010 16:36:55 GMT -5
(OOC: Brandwyn and Aribjorn and Mylia)
Brandwyn pulled the merchant woman along by the elbow and caught up to Sir Rodney and his prisoner. Upon hearing his diatribe about the Ranger Corps, Brandwyn decided that the only thing he would respect would be a nobleman – or in her case, a noble woman. She pushed through the crowd and walked up next to Mylia, laying a hand gently on the girl’s arm to make her lower her bow.
Pretending she knew the knight, she smiled one of her most dazzling smiles at him and said, “Sir Rodney, how wonderful to see you again after all this time! Why I was just a wee girl when we met at that ball.” Knowing that he didn’t know her from any one of a thousand other courtiers, she paused only long enough to let him inhale and then plunged on like an addle-brained lady-in-waiting. She held out her hand to him and curtsied, “Lady Brandwyn Elfstone of Meric and Royal Scout for Her Royal Highness, Princess Cassandra, apprenticed to Master Ian MacGreggor.” She rattled off her current titles, “just in case you don’t remember me. I was very young then.” She laid the charm on thick, hoping to distract him from his bigoted ire at Aribjorn.
“What seems to be the trouble here? Perhaps I can help.” She said sweetly. When Sir Rodney wasn’t looking at her, she gave Aribjorn a wink, hoping he wouldn’t give her away. It would be easier to deal with the knight if he didn’t think Brandwyn had any connection to Aribjorn at first.
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Post by Firehead on Nov 10, 2010 9:16:22 GMT -5
(OOC: Mylia, Aribjorn, and Brandwyn)
"Mind your tongue girlie when you talk to your betters! and for your information I don't give a rat's arse about you, your little feathery stick, your muddlepated ex mentor or this Skandian's dungeating family one way or the other. I had alot of people I loved and respected killed by them and as far as I am concerned the lot of them can burn in their heathen hell till you can't see for the smoke! and as for the Ranger service it is my opinion that it is a drain on the finances of the kingdom and that you could all be replaced by yoeman/farmers should the need for artilary ever really arise! all your sneakin around blendin in the woods Tomfoolery could be done without and the general public would be better off for it. Now put your little toy down step out of the road and let us pass before I have you hauled away as well for interfearing with a duly sworn officer of the peace while trying to do his duty!"
Mylia had her bow at full draw and aimed square between the man's eyes before she had fully realized what she was doing, she was so angry. Just a second before she would have released her arrow, her brain caught up to what she was doing at the same time as a hand reached out and laid a hand on her arm. She hesitated a scant second before lowering the bow and relaxing the draw, doing her best not to show how shaken she was at the thought of what she had almost done. She was sure she was white. What am I really capable of?
She was so shaken that she missed most of what the woman had said to the knight. Something about being a Scout and something else about the Princess Cassandra. Mylia shoved her disturbing thoughts aside for later, and focused on what the Scout was saying.
“What seems to be the trouble here? Perhaps I can help.”
Yes, please do. Mylia thought. Otherwise I probably will shot the louse-riden fleabag of a knight. Mylia remained silent, hoping to regain her composer before the knight said something to set her off again.
"From as near as I can tell, most if not all of his problem is that he doesn't like Skandians. But that aside, he's insulted the entire Ranger Corps and the Skandians in general and particular, as well as the King and the Crown Princess' intelligence and in general." Mylia said quietly, just loud enough to be heard by those immediately present. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(OOC: Tam)
Tory had just shaken her head in aswer to Tam's question, when a ruckus broke out not far away. Not having the advantage of a horse's back to see over the heads of the crowd with, Tam had to rely on Tory to tell him what was going on. But all she said before she started moving away toward the ruckus was, “Come on Tam, I might need some back up.” And he was elected.
What's goin' on?" he asked as he dashed after her, catching up quickly and dropping to a fast trot in order to keep up with the horse. Tory trotted her horse up to a young woman wearing a Scouts garb.
“I have to help Aribjorn and Mylia!”
Brandwyn shook her head, “Tandar needs your help more. I will get to the bottom of this with Aribjorn. It is going to take someone who ranks higher than you to deal with that nasty Sir Rodney, and perhaps a bit of tact too.”
Tory started to protest but stopped in mid sentence as she heard Ari croak out something, "Myl...no...not now...is ...ok...(cough)..get Eccos-" Tory cocked her head questioningly. “Who is Eccos?”
A very good question. thought Tam. As is, What in th' world is a goin' on, anyway?! And who are Arib-what-ever-his-name-is and Mylia?
Brandwyn looked back toward Aribjorn and then remembered who the Skandian was talking about. “Sir Ecosse, Aribjorn is squired to him. We will have to find him and let him know what is going on.”
Tory nodded and then looked for Tam.. “Hey Tam? Would you mind trying to find that Sir Ecosse that Aribjorn is squired to? Tell him his squire is in trouble and needs help.” Tory looked up and saw Mylia barring the knight’s progress. “I expect they will be at the castle by the time you find him. I will meet you up there.”
She turned her horse and rode away quickly, before Tam could ask the now pertinent question, "What does Sir Ecosse look like?" he turned to ask the Scout but she, too had already left, heading toward the confontation. Tam had no interest in getting tangled further in something he had no idea about, so he turned away again. By now, Tory was out of sight, and Tam had no idea where she'd gone too. Tam wished he knew where Rick was now. Rick always seemed to know what was going on and what to do about it. But Rick wasn't here, so Tam would have to be resourseful and figure it out for himself.
Well, most of the knights here had those tabards of theirs on, maybe he would get lucky and Sir Ecosse would be wearing one too. One way to find out: ask every single knight he ran across if he were, or where he could possibly find, Sir Ecosse. Turning away, he took off at a quick jog, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone wearing a knight's tabard.
Spttng his first, he ran up to the man. "Scuse me Sir?" When the man looked down at last, Tam continued, "Can'y tell me where I can fin' Sir Ecosse?"
The man simply looked at Tam, until Tam gave up on recieving an answer from him and turned away with a shrug. As he jogged away, he heard the man say, "Might find him at the lists."
Tam waved his thanks and switched his course to head back toward the lists in the hopes of finding the knight there. Having been unable to see Aribjorn for the people in the way, Tam had no idea what color of tabard he was looking for. Weaving in and out among the crowds, Tam kept his eyes peeled for another knight, any knight, who mihgt be able to direct him toward Sir Ecosse. Finally spotting a red and blue halved tabard not far away, Tam ducked around another gaggle of women and children to stand at the man's elbow. Grabbing the man's sleave and giving it a quick tug, he spoke loudly, hoping to catch the knight's attention on the first try. "Scuse me, Sir? D'ya know where i cain fin' Sir Ecosse at?"
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Post by Ringulf on Nov 10, 2010 10:23:41 GMT -5
(OOC: Sir Ecosse and Tam)
Finally spotting a red and blue halved tabard not far away, Tam ducked around another gaggle of women and children to stand at the man's elbow. Grabbing the man's sleave and giving it a quick tug, he spoke loudly, hoping to catch the knight's attention on the first try. "Scuse me, Sir? D'ya know where i cain fin' Sir Ecosse at?"
"Why yes I do young man, about a foot een front of ver you are standing!" The Knight said jokingly.
The Knight was dressed in full chain mail with some armor plated peices fastened about him in other areas. he wore the blue and red tunic and emblazoned on the center of his chest was a large, golden, rampant, lion.
"I am Sir Ecosse Deitule my freind, now what seems to be ze trouble?
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Post by Firehead on Nov 10, 2010 11:36:50 GMT -5
(OOC: Tam and Ecosse)
"Why yes I do young man, about a foot een front of ver you are standing!" The Knight said jokingly. "I am Sir Ecosse Deitule my freind, now what seems to be ze trouble?"
Tam eyed him skeptically for a moment before responding. "Yer appren'ice is in trouble an' needs 'elp. Tory said to meet 'em up at th' castle." Tam started to turn away, but turned back and added, "Soon....An' I don-no nuthin' more."
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Post by Ringulf on Nov 10, 2010 12:23:51 GMT -5
“What seems to be the trouble here? Perhaps I can help.” She said sweetly. When Sir Rodney wasn’t looking at her, she gave Aribjorn a wink, hoping he wouldn’t give her away. It would be easier to deal with the knight if he didn’t think Brandwyn had any connection to Aribjorn at first.
"Yes Lady Brandwyn, charmed I am sure, but I don't think you can do anything to help here, this young scoundrel, squire though he be, has been disturbing the peace, brawling, assaulting citizens and shoplifting and he is now being taken to the dungeon to await trial for his crimes, I would imagine they will get to his case sometime after the faire is over." He said in a syrupy tone that he effected when dealing with nobility.
It was evident to Aribjorn that the list of trumped up charges was growing against him every time someone interjected. But he could feel the whole side of his face swelling, his eye was nearly swollen shut and his lip was fat and bloody, as was most of the rest of his face now.
When Brandwyn winked at him he almost chuckled since at this point he couldn't say anything even if he wanted too.
He tried to regain his feet so the guards no longer had to support him and he managed to get into a shaky stance and bear up nobly against the pain and shame of his ordeal.
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Post by Brandwyn on Nov 10, 2010 13:19:08 GMT -5
“Indeed? Brawling and shoplifting?” Brandwyn asked him, eyeing Aribjorn thoughtfully. She winced at the swelling on his face. “Surely he must have run into your foot accidently a moment ago when he was trying to get back on h is feet.” She commented off-handedly.
“Tell me, did you actually see him doing those things?” She asked Sir Rodney her eyes wide in amazement. She waited until he started to answer and for him to look away from her. At the first opportunity, she whispered to Mylia, “go to the castle and try to get the magistrate available to listen to us, oh and Tory says hello, Mylia” Even though they had never met, Brandwyn figured that Tory had been talking about this ranger girl when she had ridden up and said she needed to help Aribjorn and Mylia. Then she focused her attention back to Sir Rodney, hoping he had been so self-absorbed in his righteous indignation that he missed the quick exchange.
“This woman here claims that he took this cloak then?” Brandwyn asked him. “Did you ask him what his excuse was?” She looked distastefully at Aribjorn as if sharing her disdain of the foreigner with Sir Rodney.
When Sir Rodney finished answering her questions she said, “Oh what fun, my first criminal case. Might I tag along and turn him in to the magistrate?” She batted her eyes at the arrogant knight. “It would look so good on my record and my Master would be very proud.” She still kept a hand on the woman and dug her fingers into her arm every time the merchant tried to open her mouth. “We can bring her along and let her tell what happened. It will make a wonderful report for my final project this cycle in the Royal Scout School!”
She reached out and touched Sir Rodney gently on the forearm, “Please, Sir Rodney?” She pleaded, laying on the puppy dog eyes that had worked so well for her in the past. “It would mean so much to me, though I don’t want to steal your thunder.” She said worriedly. “You can tell him how you apprehended the- the foreigner. How does that sound?” She was playing up the bubble-headed school girl pretty heavily, but would be very surprised if Rodney saw through it. A shake of her head so the sun caught her curls just right or the batting of an eyelash and a dazzling smile was normally enough to distract most men and steer their thoughts to conquest. She was an expert in the art of flirting and so far had not met anyone besides Ian who seemed to be immune to her charms.
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Post by Ringulf on Nov 10, 2010 13:34:24 GMT -5
"Well Lady Brandwyn it seems highly irregular! but I suppose I might be pursueded to allow it in the interest of education." He said with a cheesy smile as he noted her hand upon his forearm.
"I say do you students all wear such attractive uniforms at the school? I always thought the Royal scout uniform was rather dashing, but on such a feminine form as your own it is simply captivating!
So my lady what year of training are you in? I am the Battlemaster of the Whitby Battleschool and it falls on me from time to time to critique our students and aide them in their training.
Perhaps we could arrange such a critique for you, shall we discuss the possibility say over dinner this evening?"
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Post by Brandwyn on Nov 10, 2010 14:15:53 GMT -5
“Oh thank you, Sir Knight!” She breathed, her eyes glittering with feigned adoration. He actually was a rather good-looking young man, if one could put aside his totally obnoxious personality. Unfortunately it was taking all of Brandwyn’s considerable acting skills to cozy up to him and flirt openly. She hoped Tandar was nowhere nearby. She doubted he would have approved.
"I say do you students all wear such attractive uniforms at the school? I always thought the Royal scout uniform was rather dashing, but on such a feminine form as your own it is simply captivating”
Brandwyn glanced down at her garments and swirled her hips back and forth experimentally causing the cape to flair out behind her, “Do you really like it? I thought it was a bit droll at first, but I have grown to rather like the uniform, particularly the ostrich feathers in the cap.” She took her hand off his arm and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“So my lady what year of training are you in?” He asked as they made their way rather slowly up to the castle.
“Well, only my second year really, but I started late after my parents left me alone in this world. I declined to marry immediately after and so His Majesty granted me a spot in an apprentice school. I was lucky enough to be chosen by the Royal Scouts. Master Ian has me on an accelerated learning program though, so I am hoping to graduate in just three years instead of the usual five.” Brandwyn pouted and shook her head. “But I am afraid that my swordsmanship is not up to par and my shooting is only just above average. I may not make it by my self-appointed deadline.”
“I am the Battlemaster of the Whitby Battleschool and it falls on me from time to time to critique our students and aide them in their training, perhaps we could arrange such a critique for you, shall we discuss the possibility say over dinner this evening?"
Brandwyn looked at him with awe, “Really? The Battlemaster of the whole school?” She asked incredulously. He had appeared a bit too young for that to her and she had to wonder if he was giving her a line of road apples. “How truly wonderful! To think we just happened to run into each other among all these people!” She waved her arm around, nearly smacking him in the face.
Then her face fell, “I would be delighted to dine with you this evening, however, I am afraid I must decline.” She pouted again. It was a look she had practiced repeatedly, looking up at him sideways from the corner of her eyes with her lower lip just barely protruding out from under the upper lip. “I have duty tonight and will be standing guard for Her Highness behind the head table all evening I am afraid.”
So far everything she had told Sir Rodney was true, except the part about being delighted to dine with him. She had never felt so fortunate to have Scout duty before in the last two years. She had been bemoaning the fact that she wouldn’t get to spend the opening faire feast with Tandar before, but now it was a blessing in disguise. Still, a real training critique could be very beneficial, even if it was by the knights who used heavier blades than the Royal Scouts normally used.
“Perhaps I could meet you at the lists tomorrow sometime and you could give me some pointers with my sword.” She laughed at her pun. “Do you know how to wield a rapier?” She asked him. “I have found that most knights do not bother to learn the lighter blades, but as Battlemaster, surely you have skill in all forms of combat?” She smiled confidently and looked up, noticing that they were now outside the faire grounds and nearly up to the castle. She hoped they could persuade the magistrate to hear the case immediately or else Aribjorn could very well be in the dungeon for a few days.
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Post by Ringulf on Nov 10, 2010 14:34:02 GMT -5
"You are quite correct Lady Brandwyn I prefer knightly combat but have been a student of lighter fencing and find it both an excellent challenge as well well as a superb teaching tool to get my knights to move their bloody big feet once in a while.
Alas I am going to be quite busy for the next few days with the tournament for such a meeting but I will be free most evenings, I am sure you will not be on duty every night? Perhaps we can find a more convenient hour for our rendezvous.
Ah well here we are at the castle!"
He motioned to another guardsman to help the others get the prisoner below and summon the magistrate.
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Post by Tandar on Nov 11, 2010 0:09:25 GMT -5
[OOC: Tandar and Tory]
Tandar knelt beside the injured woman. He bit back an apology. Now wasn’t the best time, and she was barely conscious. Tandar thought to reach for his Ranger bag containing bandages and other medical supplies, but he quickly realized he had left it behind Ruldor’s saddle. Before he could tear some fabric from his clothing for a makeshift wrap, he heard his apprentice approaching.
“Make way! Make way for the King’s Ranger!” Chocolate Chip trotted up, and Tory dismounted, grabbing her Ranger bag as she did so. “Tandar, are you okay? What is going on?”
Blinking back the mist forming in his eyes, Tandar opened Tory’s bag. “I-I’m fine, Tory,” he said with a shaky voice. “She’s wounded badly though.” Tandar fumbled with the supplies. As much as it hurt him to say it, he wanted to tell Tory the truth before she found out from someone else and suspected him of hiding or withholding information. “I shot her, but it was an accident,” he added hastily. “She needs to see a physician as soon as possible, but we can’t transport her like this. Can you help me remove the arrow?”
Fortunately, the arrowhead penetrated all the way through the woman and stuck out of her back, making removal much easier. “Break off the head, and I’ll slide the shaft out so we can apply a bandage.” Tandar found his thoughts wandering to his fate in the Ranger Corps. The Ranger Commandant would probably have him arrested for this. His career would be over, his life ruined. At the same time, he silently cursed himself for being so selfish. He kneeled here before a woman who was critically wounded because of his actions, and all he could think about were the consequences he would have to suffer.
The woman moaned and tried to move, but Tandar held her in place. “Remain still,” he said gently. He wanted to sound reassuring, but it was hard since he was scared himself. Fluid trickled out around the point of entry, and her blood was on his hands.
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Post by Firehead on Nov 11, 2010 10:38:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Mylia)
“Go to the castle and try to get the magistrate available to listen to us, oh and Tory says hello, Mylia”
So, this woman knew Tory. That was comforting to know. Mylia gave a single nod of her head, so slight that no one would notice it, if they weren't looking for it, and turned away, sliding her arrow back into her quiver as she left the scene. She broke into a steady jog toward the castle.
She found the magistrate talking with the Crown Princess, probably discussing the Faire and how well it was going, since they were smiling about something, and Mylia hated to burst their bubble with the irony. Nevertheless, she approached, giving them warning by clearing her throat. "Feeling slightly self-conscious, she said, "Excuse me, Princess, Magistrate, I am Apprentice Ranger Mylia, and there is a problem that needs to be attended to right away, and you are needed, Magistrate."
Mylia hurried to explain the case, giving only the pertinent details and facts. "The agrieved parties would be a Sir Rodney, and a Knight apprentice by the name of Aribjorn recent from Skandia. Sir Rodney apparently arrested Aribjorn for disturbance of the peace and brawling--which he may have been. But en-route to the jail, Sir Rodney struck the apprentice several times--from what Sir Rodney said, I believe that it was merely because the apprentice is Skandian and Sir Rodney made it perfectly clear to me that he has no liking for Skandians in general.
"While telling me this, he insulted the Ranger Corps, In particular my m--former mentor and myself, and personally told me that he thinks the Ranger Corps is a waste of resourses. He also, indirectly, insulted His majesty the King and the Crown Princess. To be very truthful, I would have shot Sir Rodney had it not been for the fortunate interference of a Scout by the name of Brandwyn. It was she who sent me up here to ask you to preside over the case imediately, instead of later."
It was all Mylia could do to remain polite, formal, and distant from the case, esspecially when she had to mention Sir Rodney.
"I believe that they are on their way here even now. They should be here shortly."
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