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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 8:54:11 GMT -5
*** ASHTON *** POSTED BY BRANDWYN IN "WINTER REVEL" ***
Ash was concealed in a rather thick copse of evergreen trees on a hill a bit back from the road leading from Araluen to Norgate just outside of Norgate Village. His black horse was tethered in the trees behind him happily munching on a large portion of oats and sweet corn flavored with molasses. Ash shivered and pulled his white cloak tighter around him. Snowy, his pure white snow owl, opened one eye and regarded him from the branch just above his head but he ignored her, continuing to stare at the road instead and she went back to sleep.
Ash was bored and cold and hungry and tired of waiting, but you wouldn’t know it to look at him. He leaned against the tree trunk, trying to stay in the thickest part of the branches where he was protected from the biting wind and not visible from the road or village. He had been here for hours marking the arrival of various guests of the Winter Revel, but there were three he was particularly interested in.
His vigilance was rewarded when he saw a sleigh draw into view with a driver and three passengers. He recognized Cyrus and the Baron at once, but missed the third passenger until she moved her head to look up at the Baron from where her head had rested in his lap. They were close enough for him to see the look in her eyes and Ash suppressed a shudder of revulsion. He never had experienced the need or desire to copulate with women or men and found the thought rather disgusting. Some had speculated his preference had lain with men and that was why he had joined the church, but it was not true. He often wondered if there was something fundamentally wrong with him or if it was just a result of the abuse he had witnessed at his father’s hand that had turned him off from the idea completely. He supposed he would never know any more than he would ever understand why everyone else in the world was so drawn to such behavior.
He studied his friend, Cyrus, who seemed a bit uncomfortable but was looking quite well. It seemed working for the Baron agreed with him far more than had working for Ash’s father. That Ash understood perfectly well.
Who was the girl though, possibly just one of the Baron’s women? Probably, Ash decided. Cyrus had informed him that the Baron was hardly a celibate priest; though he would not elaborate more than that and Ash didn’t really care to know.
They stopped at the village and then sped on through it and out of site. Ash knew where they were going. He had visited the chalet Cyrus had arranged for the Baron’s use two days ago and thought it might do nicely as a staging point for his own plans. He intended to take the Baron up on his offer of hospitality, it sure beat sitting out here in the snow in a weather-worn tent or staying in the castle with the thrum of guests and close scrutiny he was sure to get there. He could have rented his own place but somehow it seemed frivolous for him to take up an entire cabin by himself when there were going to be so many people here looking for warm places to sleep during the revel. The Baron should respect his privacy when he required it; at least Ash thought he would.
A gust of wind brought him out of his speculations again to scan the area around the village once more. It chilled him and he glanced back at Raven to see the horse had his butt to the wind and his head down. The blanket Ash had thrown over the horse’s back, saddle and packs seemed pitifully thin, but was actually a very warm, black, wool blanket. Soon Ash would need to pull the other one out and throw it over himself if the temperature continued to drop. There was a hint of snow showers in the scent on the air, Ash thought, and he expected there to be fresh snow on the ground by morning. That suited him fine for it would cover the tracks he and Raven were making here.
A few hours passed and the afternoon turned to evening and the stream of guests arriving picked up considerably just before sunset. Ash had nearly been dozing himself when a burst of laughter caught his attention. He focused in on the very large sleigh that was moving slowly along the road, recognizing the malicious sound of that laughter.
Duke Avignon pinched his wife’s arm just above the elbow hard enough to leave bruises through her fur coat as he pulled her face toward his and forced a brutal kiss upon her lips. Arielle struggled to pull away from him without dropping the infant she was trying to nurse in the frigid air. The Duke laughed as he pushed his son away from her exposed breast and gave it a mighty squeeze. Arielle cried out in pain, anger on her face and wrenched herself from his grasp, moving as far from him in the sleigh as she could manage. She winced as the baby sought his dinner once more and the Duke laughed again, satisfied that he had exerted his authority over her and made it known that his needs came before that of his twin sons, as if Arielle needed the reminder.
Ash’s hand went to his sword as he gritted his teeth in anger, seeing the exchange from his hideaway. ‘If I only had a crossbow’, he thought, ‘that bastard would be dead even now.’ He studied Arielle though as he schooled himself to patience. He had some elaborate plans on his brother-in-law’s demise and having the ancient man die from a crossbow bolt just seemed much too easy a death for one that had caused so many people in the world such harm and pain. No, the Duke would die, but he would die screaming for mercy, that much Ash was determined to do. The first step would be to get his sister out of his clutches though.
Arielle did not look well. She was gaunt and there were dark circles under her eyes, or perhaps they were bruises. Ash couldn’t tell from this distance. She still had fire in her eyes though and Ash was glad of that. The Duke had not broken her spirit yet, even though she was already pregnant after having given birth just a few short months ago to twin boys. Ash wondered that Arielle did not have a wet nurse, but upon reflection he figured that was probably the will of the Duke as well. Ash could see how the Duke would want her to nurse her own children as it would be another drain on her system. He wondered how a man so vile could be so viral and sire so many children only to have them all perish one after the other until there were only Arielle’s little twins to carry on the Duke’s name.
He watched their sleigh pull into the castle courtyard and a boy of about 12 ran out to assist them. Ash smiled. He knew the boy and had paid quite handsomely to have his sister house in a particular suite of rooms in the castle, one with a special entrance known only to a few, the boy being one of them. The secret passage was instrumental in getting Arielle away from the Duke with her two children and Ash had paid even more to keep the boy silent about the passage.
After his sister was out of sight Ash settled in to await the arrival of the last person of interest, his father. His wait was short this time as his father and other sister Anya arrived just over an hour later. Anya looked to be in good health and decent spirits as they too stopped at the castle.
Satisfied that all of his plans were about to come to fruition and h e would at last have his revenge on his father, Ash pulled the blanket off Raven and tightened the cinch. He pulled the reins of the hackamore over the evil tempered horse’s head as Raven tried to take a chunk out of his chest and mounted. He whistled to Snowy who launched herself from the branch and glided onto his outstretched arm and then rode off toward the Baron’s Chalet.
He cantered Raven along the back trails, crossing the main road and came up behind the cabin, pausing to check the activity around it. Everything seemed normal and so he proceeded to the front door, dismounted and placed Snowy on the pommel and then knocked. If he was lucky he wouldn’t be too late for supper, he mused as he waited for a servant to open the door.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 8:59:10 GMT -5
*** CANNON *** POSTED BY TANDAR IN “WINTER REVEL” ***
Deep in a forest some distance west of the castle, Cannon trekked through the pristine, fluffy snow blanketing the ground where few bothered to venture. He was dressed against the biting cold, but his fingers were numb and the low temperature made the air was almost painful to breathe even through the mask he wore. The mask covered the lower half of his face, and the heavy wool hood of his white cloak covered the top of his head, leaving only the area around his eyes exposed to the elements. He spotted the three arrowheads surrounding the triangular figure carved into the trunk of a snow-coated elm, and began counting his paces after he passed the tree. With each step, his snowshoe left a long dimple on the surface of the snow. With luck, new snowfall would erase the marks of his passing. At a certain point, Rip turned right, took a few more steps and stopped. Thrusting his gloved hand into the small snow bank in front of him, he shivered as flakes found their way up his sleeve and touched his skin. After a moment of feeling around, he found the rope pull he was looking for and managed to lift the hidden door enough to position the prop rod to hold it open.
The assassin looked over the weapons cache buried below ground level. He had deposited the supplies there during the summer months and concealed the door with leaves, branches, and foliage. A barrel full of large blades sat in one corner with a row of crossbows beside it. Cannon picked up a thick, bulky roll of padded canvas that was tied shut. Tugging at the knot, he peeked inside and caught a glimpse of the long straight blade of a dirk. Judging by the end of the bundle, there were at least half a dozen in the roll. He stuffed it in his backpack and started sorting through the stack of light weaponry.
A short time later, Cannon was trudging across the ground once again, this time toward the castle with a fully loaded pack. The revelry had begun for the citizens of Araluen, but the Triad of Four had work to do.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 9:02:24 GMT -5
*** RATHBONE *** POSTED BY RINGULF IN “WINTER REVEL” ***
Ash pulled the blanket off Raven and tightened the cinch. He pulled the reins of the hackamore over the evil tempered horse’s head as Raven tried to take a chunk out of his chest and mounted. He whistled to Snowy who launched herself from the branch and glided onto his outstretched arm and then rode off toward the Baron’s Chalet.
He cantered Raven along the back trails, crossing the main road and came up behind the cabin, pausing to check the activity around it. Everything seemed normal and so he proceeded to the front door, dismounted and placed Snowy on the pommel and then knocked. If he was lucky he wouldn’t be too late for supper, he mused as he waited for a servant to open the door.
The large oak door with ornate iron work creaked open to reveal of all people Cyrus! He heard a voice from inside call to his friend,
"Who is that Cyrus? Who has come to the doorstep this evening."
By the robust baritone it was apparent that it was the Baron himself making the inquiry. In and about his query could be heard the melodious giggling of a feminine voice as well.
"It is Master Ash Your Excellency!" called Cyrus as he grabbed Ashes Arm and pulled him into the room hugging him tightly.
"I am glad to see you came..." he said in a low voice, "I have much to tell you when we can be alone."
Just then the Baron strode up behind Cyrus,
Ash! my good friend! come in, come in Bring the bird, my he is magnificent! do you hunt him or is he a companion? I will have to show you my mews some day I have a fondness for the prey birds myself! Come come don't stand there with the door open and I here in my robe! Cyrus would you be so good as to have the servants stable Ashes horse? Ash we have a roaring fire in the pit and mulled wine and cider to warm ourselves, some boar has just been taken from the spit and we are preparing to glut, come and warm yourself and Maureena will serve you while we talk. I trust your journey was not overly tedious but you do look rather cold."
The Baron was obviously in a rare talkative mood made more so by the mulled wine and the apparent ministrations of Maureena.
I have dismissed the house servants so that we might be a bit more intimate and comfortable but if you have luggage I will call them to put it in your room, Cyrus why don't you leave those accounts for tomorrow and come spend time with us now that Ash is here!
Cyrus smiled gratefully, "Very good Your Excellency, I will close thing up and join you momentarily, Ash I will remove your things from your horse and bring them up to your room." He said with a nearly imperceptible wink unseen by the Baron.
As he did so he took with him a scrap of parchment and scribbled a note to Ash that he stuck in his blanket roll, Then returned down the stairs to the others.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 9:07:18 GMT -5
*** ASHTON *** POSTED BY BRANDWYN IN “WINTER REVEL” ***
Ash was relieved when he saw his friend answer the door. "Who is that Cyrus? Who has come to the doorstep this evening."
By the robust baritone it was apparent that it was the Baron himself making the inquiry. In and about his query could be heard the melodious giggling of a feminine voice as well.
"It is Master Ash Your Excellency!" called Cyrus as he grabbed Ashes Arm and pulled him into the room hugging him tightly.
"I am glad to see you came..." he said in a low voice, "I have much to tell you when we can be alone."
Ashton returned the hug, albeit a bit stiffly, he wasn’t used to close human contact, but he was glad to see Cyrus. “You look well. I think this job is agreeing with you.” Ash said softly as he turned to face the Baron who appeared in an evening robe.
”Ash! My good friend! Come in, come in Bring the bird. My, he is magnificent! Do you hunt him or is he a companion? I will have to show you my mews some day I have a fondness for the prey birds myself! Come, come don't stand there with the door open and I here in my robe! Cyrus would you be so good as to have the servants stable Ash's horse? Ash we have a roaring fire in the pit and mulled wine and cider to warm ourselves, some boar has just been taken from the spit and we are preparing to glut, come and warm yourself and Maureena will serve you while we talk.”
“Thank you, Your Excellency” He said and shook Baron Rathbone’s hand, “I am sorry to have interrupted your evening.” He nodded to Maureena, “And my apologies to you as well, Ma’am.” He turned back to Raven and pulled out a wrapped package from his saddlebag and then motioned for Snowy to jump to his shoulder. The sun was pretty much down now and Snowy was quite alert now, looking around as if trying to decide where to hunt. Ash stroked his chest feathers and Snowy rubbed the side of his beak against Ash’s forefinger.
“He is my friend. I let him hunt when he chooses to.” Ash answered. “He has saved me from starvation on at least one occasion. As you see, I use no traces on him, so he is free to go whenever he chooses. For some odd reason he chooses to stay with me.”
The stable boy ran up and Raven laid back his ears in warning. Ash motioned the boy to slow down and walk up to Raven from the side. “Be careful with him. He bites and kicks and he will try to kill you if he doesn’t like you.” Ash instructed as he handed over the reins. He was a bit reluctant to let another care for Raven, but his hunger and the chill in his bones won out. He watched for just a moment as the boy expertly avoided Raven’s attempts to damage the kid.
Ash stepped into the door and followed the Baron as he explained about the roasted pig. Ash’s stomach betrayed him as it rumbled with hunger as the succulent smell of roasted pork hit his nostrils. “I would love to see your birds. I have been working on drawings of the birds of prey, identifying their muscle structure and other facts about them. I shall have to let you see what I have done so far. Perhaps there are some birds you have seen that I don’t have in my book.”
“I trust your journey was not overly tedious but you do look rather cold."
Ash chuckled, “Well I am cold, but I have actually been here for two days already. I spent one night in the local Inn but the bugs in the bedding were murder so I shared a blanket with my demon possessed horse last night. I am afraid I probably reek and I must apologize again.” He pulled off his riding gloves and tucked them into his belt, then stepped to the fireplace to warm his fingers. The package was tucked under his left elbow. It was about 8 by 10 inches and about 1 inch thick and wrapped in a waxed black cloth.
”I have dismissed the house servants so that we might be a bit more intimate and comfortable but if you have luggage I will call them to put it in your room, Cyrus why don't you leave those accounts for tomorrow and come spend time with us now that Ash is here!
Cyrus smiled gratefully, "Very good Your Excellency, I will close thing up and join you momentarily, Ash I will remove your things from your horse and bring them up to your room." He said with a nearly imperceptible wink unseen by the Baron.
As he did so he took with him a scrap of parchment and scribbled a note to Ash that he stuck in his blanket roll, Then returned down the stairs to the others.
“Just my saddlebags, bedroll and the cloths and weapons on my back,” Ash quipped, turning to warm his other side. Ash watched Cyrus give him a wink but he didn’t acknowledge it with anything more than blinking his eyes. So Cyrus had some information for him. Ash suspected the Baron might already know about that information. This could prove to be a very interesting evening.
Ash crossed to the Baron and handed him the cloth package. “I…acquired… this and I thought you might find it useful. I have studied it and gleaned what information I might need from it already.” Then Ash sat in an armchair that was fairly close to the fire. He accepted a cup from the lovely Maureena and sipped it gingerly. The hot mulled cider was delicious and Ash thought it might have a bit of rum or brandy in it. Immediately warmth radiated out from his stomach. Ash sighed in contentment and sat back, glad to be luxury for a change.
“That is a ledger of business transactions. You are listed in 3 places. I found the entries very interesting. It seems that the owner of this book may have duped you on a business deal, but I could not tell for sure.” Ash explained. “My brother-in-law and my Father are both in there as well. I found some rather interesting business arrangements with some key people. Some quite surprised me, such as Cardinal Winlow and the director of the Araluen hospital, one Fistan Dobarton. There are others too you will likely recognize.” Ash took another sip of his cider.
Ash was reluctant to explain who was the owner of the book and where that man’s body was now. He knew the guy’s name, but he hoped the Baron wouldn’t be that interested in how he came into possession of the rather remarkable secret journal of one Sinbad Shantilly.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 9:27:55 GMT -5
*** ASHTON *** POSTED BY BRANDWYN ON “WINTER REVEL” ***
(OOC: Backpedaling to bottom of page one where Ash arrived at Baron Rathbone’s rented cottage… Recap of what Ash was saying at the end of that post, reply # 14:
“That is a ledger of business transactions. You are listed in 3 places. I found the entries very interesting. It seems that the owner of this book may have duped you on a business deal, but I could not tell for sure.” Ash explained. “My brother-in-law and my Father are both in there as well. I found some rather interesting business arrangements with some key people. Some quite surprised me, such as Cardinal Winlow and the director of the Araluen hospital, one Fistan Dobarton. There are others too you will likely recognize.” Ash took another sip of his cider.
Ash was reluctant to explain who was the owner of the book and where that man’s body was now. He knew the guy’s name, but he hoped the Baron wouldn’t be that interested in how he came into possession of the rather remarkable secret journal of one Sinbad Shantilly.)
Ash gave the Baron a few minutes to look over the journal while he contemplated the favor he wanted to ask, unsure if he should trust the man with the things most precious to him or not. Snowy chirped and moved to the back of a chair across the room away from the fire, drawing Ash’s gaze for a moment before he turned back to watching the flames. The snow owl was going to want out soon, but Ash ignored him for the moment.
“Your Excellency…” Ash said somewhat hesitantly, switching his gaze to the Baron. “I am in a bit of a dilemma I am afraid.” He paused again, making sure he had the Baron’s attention. This was his last chance to let the matter drop, but he had pondered his problem and asking the Baron’s help seemed to be the best course of action – if the Baron was trustworthy.
“As you know, my sisters have been in the custody of my father and brother-in-law for some months now, against my wishes as well as their own.” His brow furrowed in anger as he recalled their abduction nearly two years ago and the treatment he had witnessed just a short while ago. He paused again, looking intently at the Baron, then Cyrus and then his eyes lingered on Maureena, wondering if she would ever betray her lord by passing on information she was privy to. Ash suspected that she would not have lasted long as the Baron’s companion if she were in any way disloyal to him. The look of utter devotion on her face when she even so much as glanced at the Baron tended to turn Ash’s stomach. How could anyone let someone else have such power over themselves? Ash just couldn’t understand it, but he could tell that this woman would most likely kill herself if the Baron ordered her to do it. No, he likely would not have any reason to fear her leaking information to his father.
Realizing he had been silent a bit too long, Ash cleared his throat and looked back at the Baron again. “I have a plan in place to liberate both of my sisters.” He glanced again at Maureena who was now giving Cyrus a neck massage, but her eyes were on the Baron. Cyrus looked uncomfortable with the attention and soon motioned her away. Maureena glanced inquiringly at Ash and he shook his head. He had no desire to be touched so intimately, the thought made his skin crawl.
“I believe the part of the plan to extricate them should go smoothly, however, I do not have a secure place to smuggle them off to where my father could not find them again, and where they can be comfortable. Arielle in particular needs to be in a place where trusted servants can care for her and the twins. I fear for her health, especially after seeing the way that toad was treating her today when they arrived in town.” Ash scowled again, his words coming out short and crisp as his hand clenched tight around the goblet of cider, turning the knuckles even whiter than their usual pale shade. “I was wondering if you have a place or could recommend a place that would be comfortable and yet safe from my Father’s clutches?”
He looked to Rathbone and took a sip from the mug to settle his stomach which was still growling with hunger. Maureena must have determined his state, because suddenly she was holding a plate of flakey pastries in front of him. Ash took one and nodded his thanks, biting into it as Maureena offered the other two men the plate as well. The pastry was light, with many layers that flaked off and melted in one’s mouth. Inside was a dab of venison flavored with pine nuts and smothered in melted brie cheese with a dollop of raspberry preserves in the center. Ash held up the last bite, “my compliments to your chef, Your Excellency. These are magnificent and I thank you, Lady.” He nodded to Maureena. Delicacies such as these were never served to the common monks in the monastery, but Ash was no stranger to them none-the-less. He was looking forward to the evening meal.
Taking another sip from his nearly empty mug, Ash awaited the Baron’s response, hoping that he could make arrangements for his sisters without giving away his plan for the morrow. He wondered what the Baron would want in return, should he agree to help Ash out.
“I should think that they would need to stay with you for about a month to give me time to secure a more permanent location for them. That will also give Arielle a chance to regain her health after her recent ordeal.” Ash wanted to pace, but resisted the urge. “My thoughts were that my father would not think to look for them in your holdings and that they would be safest out of sight right under his nose, so-to-speak.” The corners of his mouth quirked upward in what could almost be called an impish grin. “I have some means of paying for their upkeep, or perhaps we could come to some other arrangement as payment.”
After tomorrow, if the Baron actually attends the meeting Ash’s father had arranged, the Baron would have a first-hand account of some of Ash’s more secret abilities. Of course Ash suspected that the Baron already knew a lot more about them than Ash preferred. Cyrus would have filled him in on all of Ash’s formal training before he fled from his father’s estates, and probably a good deal of the schooling he did afterwards. Although he was a priest, Ash had managed to finagle a great deal of private tutelage in the arts of war. He wasn’t as good as the Baron in a straight on sword fight, but that didn’t mean he was a lousy fighter, only that the Baron was exceptionally good. Just how much the Baron knew of Ash’s training remained to be seen. He smiled up at Maureena as she refilled his goblet and waited for the Baron’s answer, wondering what he would do if the answer was ‘no’.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 9:31:12 GMT -5
*** RATHBONE *** POSTED BY RINGULF IN “WINTER REVEL” ***
He smiled up at Maureena as she refilled his goblet and waited for the Baron’s answer, wondering what he would do if the answer was ‘no’.
The Barron had sat down by the fire and was transfixed in studying the ledger Ash had given to him. He seemed deep in thought as Ash made his request of him.
As Maureena filled their glasses he realized the young man was looking at him intently, in anticipation of his response.
The Barron brought his glass to his lips, taking a deep drought.
Then he leveled his gaze, almost predatory in nature, at the young priest, and in a quiet controlled voice said.
"I will not inquire of you where you may have come into possession of this information, I will however receive it as a token of your earnestness toward me and as an example of your capabilities, I thank you. Now as to your dilemma, I would have no problem harboring your family and of course you are correct in your thinking that your father will have much to much on his plate to be looking to me as the one safeguarding them.
I could have them removed to a port city such as Marshwood rather quickly and when they are sufficiently rested, have my personal yacht take them to one of my holdings in the south of Gualica, The one I am thinking of is small but well appointed and the coastal climate on the Southern inland sea will work wonders for all their constitutions.
It seems to me though that you have many other plans roiling about underneath your tonsure, I will not pry as your business is your own but I would submit that if you were to make me privy to your thoughts I might be of assistance if only by way of wise council."
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 9:53:20 GMT -5
*** ASHTON *** POSTED BY BRANDWYN IN “WINTER REVEL” ***
Ash looked relieved at the Baron’s acceptance of caring for his sisters, but held his tongue until the Baron finished.
“I thank you, Your Excellency, I believe that would do both of my sisters good and I know Anyia has long wanted to travel overseas to experience the wonders of Gallica and her merchants.” Ash held up his glass in thanks. “That is a great burden off my mind and I am sure they shall be well cared for which will relieve my mind enough to deal with other more – sinister matters that must be attended to.”
Ash took a sip from his goblet again. “As for my plans, I would like to entrust you with them, however I have sworn oaths to others involved and therefore cannot divulge much. I trust you understand.” Ash knew the Baron would respect a person who would not talk easily.
“As to that ledger, I believe I can shed some light on it, but I am afraid the revelation may paint me in a bad light and therefore I was reluctant to divulge how it came to be in my possession.” Ash paused, looking into the flames again for a few minutes to give himself time to decide how much to say. So far his secret life had remained just that to all but his targets and his Brothers. He needed it to remain that way or he would be rendered ineffective and then he would become the target. “So, what to say and what not to say,’ Ash pondered for a full minute before making up his mind.
“That is the real business journal of a merchant named Sinbad Shantilly, perhaps you have heard of him.” Ash began, pointing at the book with his long, elegant forefinger. “He has several ledgers on display in his office, but this is the one that he recorded all of his real and mostly illegal business transactions in for the past three years. He kept it on his person at all times, inside a rather intricately locked leather case.” Ash pulled aside the cowl around his neck to reveal some half healed black scorch marks on his neck and shoulder. “It also had a nasty little surprise that amazingly enough did not damage the ledger when I tripped it.” He shook his head ruefully. “If not for some fast reflexes I believe I would be blind now, if not dead from the poison.”
“I won’t go into details on how I managed to get my hands on the book, but suffice it to say that Shantilly is answering to God right now for his crimes.” Ash made the sign of the cross in front of his face, kissing the rosary hanging from his belt. “God rest his soul and grant him the justice he deserves.” Looking back up to the Baron he said, “I do wish that, after reading this journal, he would have been alive for me to question further, but he was reluctant to part with the book or repent his deeds.”
“If you look at one of the later entries in the journal there is mention of receiving hospital supplies from one Baron Rathbone for the Araluen hospital back at Yuletide. Under that notation, if I can make out the handwriting correctly, it states that the boxes of supplies were valued at over 1000 gold pieces. There is another note just a bit further down: Baron’s merchandise reported lost.” Ash crossed over to the Baron and flipped the pages forward. “Now look at that entry some days afterward.”
He pointed to another note in the scrawling handwriting that was barely legible. Contract with MacIven for 500 swords and round shields. Paid to Smithy Renwald with hospital supplies profits (805 gold pieces). “It looked to me like he may have declared that merchandise you sold to him lost and then used the profits from it to pay for these swords. He then received another 1000 gold pieces from this MacIven guy for those weapons.” Ash pointed to another spot on the next page. “Quite the entrepreneur and this is only one of many such transactions as you will see. He was double dealing and double crossing all over the place.” Ash grinned for a moment, “I had to applaud the one he got over on my stupid brother-in-law, Avignoned, but I will let you decipher that one out, otherwise it will spoil the pleasure.”
Ash grew serious again, walking back to the fireplace and warming his hands near the flames. “That entry there about MacIven concerns me most however. I have already begun to delve deeper into it. Unfortunately it is hard to find a Smithy named Renwald in Araluen. Before I left Greenfield fief to come here I looked all over for him there. No one knew of a Smith going by that name. I suspect it is not the man’s real name.” Ash turned back to his chair and sat down again as his owl, Snow Dart, gave a low whistle. She was getting impatient. Ash held up his arm and she glided onto it and stroked her head against his cheek, eying the Baron hungrily. “The closest I found in Greenfield is a Gallican smith named Renault.” Ash watched the Baron’s face closely. Perhaps Rathbone knew the man.
“I am certain that MacIven is Scotti and that the weapons were delivered into his hands someplace here in Norgate. I am following that lead now. You have heard of the large band of warriors roaming the mountains around here terrorizing military families, haven’t you?” Ash inquired. “I believe this MacIven is outfitting an army, or if not an army, a huge band of brigands.” Ash’s brows furrowed. “I have to find out more, however, before I can determine what course of action I should take with this information.”
“Snowy needs to hunt, please excuse me while I let her out.” Ash said as he rose from the chair, steadying the bird with his right hand. He bowed to Rathbone and Maureena and nodded to Cyrus, then glided to the front door and launched the snow owl into the air. She let out a fierce cry as she climbed into the early night sky, winging her way to her chosen hunting grounds. Ash watched her for several minutes until she was out of sight, going back over what he had just told the Baron. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, vapor streaming from his mouth in the cold night air and then turned back into the house and the cheery, inviting fire and cozy sitting room.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 10:13:38 GMT -5
*** RATHBONE *** POSTED BY RINGULF ON “WINTER REVEL” ***
“Snowy needs to hunt, please excuse me while I let her out.” Ash said as he rose from the chair, steadying the bird with his right hand. He bowed to Rathbone and Maureena and nodded to Cyrus, then glided to the front door and launched the snow owl into the air. She let out a fierce cry as she climbed into the early night sky, winging her way to her chosen hunting grounds. Ash watched her for several minutes until she was out of sight, going back over what he had just told the Baron. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, vapor streaming from his mouth in the cold night air and then turned back into the house and the cheery, inviting fire and cozy sitting room.
The owl circled up into the air to get a view of the landscape. even at this time of evening the creatures huge yellow eye saw many times more than the average human and could key in on the slightest movement to streak down on it's prey with such stealth that not even a rustle of feather could be heard. Fortunately she would not have to go far to obtain her evening meal, far below a white snowshoe hare was digging and snuffling in the snow for some tender shoots that might lie below. In an instant she felt a jarring impact as she was impaled with many steel -like talons that paralyzed her as the two animals tumbled in the snow. The angelically argent avian, gripped her spine at the neck and surgically snapped it with ruthless efficiency.
She lurched over the corpse of the hare and spread her mantling of feathered wings almost hiding her prey from outside view.
This did not matter however as the other beast, hidden from view only a few yards away was more interested in Snowy, looking at her in the same way that she had just looked at the hare.
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"Well Ash, now that you have rested and warmed yourself, would you like your good friend to show you up to your room? I would think that you would like to freshen up a bit, and in a while return for dinner. I made sure that suitable, comfortable garments were laid out for you to lounge snugly in this evening.
I was interested in your plans for the Revel will you be coming with us to the ball? perhaps there are other activities that will interest you? Oh and as my guest here please feel free to avail yourself of my chalet, my staff and any transport you may require. you are to dine and shop the local merchants to your hearts content, I will settle any payments afterward just instruct all to put it all on my account."
Just then a servant came into the room and leaned toward the Barron. Barely audible to Ash the man whispered, "There is a man to see you in the rear parlor your excellency shall I seat him there until you are finished with your guest?...ah he is not alone your Excellency he has an..animal with him I thought it best if he remain outside."
"Yes very well have him wait on the doorstep I will be with him presently." the Baron said in annoyance.
"You will excuse me Ash, please follow Cyrus to your room and I will rejoin you shortly."
The Baron turned to the weapons on the wall and as Ash was escorted by Cyrus, he selected a fairly large bladed crossbow and laid it on his shoulder, sauntering off in the direction of the parlor.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 10:16:16 GMT -5
*** ASHTON *** POSTED BY BRANDWYN ON “WINTER REVEL” ***
"Well Ash, now that you have rested and warmed yourself, would you like your good friend to show you up to your room? I would think that you would like to freshen up a bit, and in a while return for dinner. I made sure that suitable, comfortable garments were laid out for you to lounge snugly in this evening.”
“Thank you, My Lord, your hospitality is most gracious.” Ash stood and bowed slightly to the Baron. “I believe I am a bit sodden from the trail. I do hope I have not ruined this comfortable chair.” Ash looked dubiously at the slightly damp ring he had left on the chair cushion from his wet clothes.
“I was interested in your plans for the Revel will you be coming with us to the ball? Perhaps there are other activities that will interest you?
Ash smiled, this time his eyes actually did light up as he said thoughtfully, “oh yes, there are a few activities that I have planned. I would be delighted to follow your sleigh on Raven and arrive as your guest.” Ash answered. “I hear Cardinal Radcliffe is supposed to be here and I would like to speak with him. He has been my benefactor in my Order and I owe him a great deal. I have made a special gift for him and have not seen him for many months.”
“Oh and as my guest here please feel free to avail yourself of my chalet, my staff and any transport you may require. You are to dine and shop the local merchants to your heart’s content, I will settle any payments afterward just instruct all to put it all on my account."
Just then a servant came into the room and leaned toward the Barron. Barely audible to Ash the man whispered, "There is a man to see you in the rear parlor your Excellency shall I seat him there until you are finished with your guest?...ah he is not alone your Excellency he has an...animal with him I thought it best if he remain outside."
"Yes very well have him wait on the doorstep I will be with him presently." the Baron said in annoyance.
"You will excuse me Ash, please follow Cyrus to your room and I will rejoin you shortly."
Before Ash could answer Rathbone, they were interrupted. Ash nodded to the Baron, “Certainly and I thank you for your hospitality.” He turned to follow Cyrus and watched curiously as the Baron left the room with a large crossbow. “Interesting,” Ash murmured. “Any idea who his guest is, Cy?” he said softly as they entered the short hallway to the stairs.
The second floor room, located in the back corner of the cottage, was small, cozy and luxuriously furnished and Ash sighed with contentment as he sat down in a large cushioned arm chair. His pack and blanket roll and saddlebags were lying on a cushioned settee by the door with a puddle forming in the carpet under them. There was a screen in one corner with a tub of hot water waiting for him to bathe in. The clothes laid out on the bed were not really his style, but they were warm and looked comfortable. His own clothing was damp from the hours spent in the snow watching the road, even though they had been inside his pack. He stood back up and began pulling everything out of his bedroll and travel pack. A scrap of parchment fell out onto the bench and Ash quickly scooped it up. Glancing at it he noticed Cyrus’s handwriting. There was a wardrobe in the corner and he hung up his garments, leaving the door to the wardrobe open so they could dry. Cyrus helped him unpack, looking at him furtively and seeming to be just a bit nervous. Ash wondered if Cy ever really did relax his guard anywhere.
He went to the window and opened the shutters, looking in the sky to see if Snowy was done hunting yet. He also hoped to catch the Baron’s conversation; or at least a glimpse of his guest and this ‘animal’ with him. He was resisting the urge to actually sneak back downstairs and attempt to eavesdrop because his curiosity was aroused. However he didn’t want to risk the Baron’s ire by snooping, so he closed the window and shut out the cold night air. Later he was going to need the same courtesy from the Baron. Although he was shutting the owl out, he knew Snowy would find her way to Raven’s stall if she returned before he finished his bath. Ash looked at the inviting steaming hot water in the tub and sat down in the chair next to it and began unlacing his midnight blue knee high suede boots.
“Cy?” he looked up at his friend and rolled the note Cyrus had tucked into his bedroll when he arrived in his hand waiting for Cyrus’s eyes to fall on it, “How have you been, my friend? Is the Baron treating you right?” What he was really asking was if it were safe for them to speak openly here. As he carefully unrolled the scrap of parchment and began to read he said conversationally in case anyone were listening to them, “I saw Arielle arrive and she does not look well. That pig of a brother-in-law of mine is treating her horribly, but I must say she seems to be holding up as well as can be expected. She is so brave. Have you seen Anya lately? She arrived with Father shortly after Duke Avignoned and Arielle arrived. They are all staying in the castle it appears.”
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Maureena quietly followed the two young men up the stairs and slipped up next to the door after Cyrus had closed it behind them. She pressed her ear to the keyhole and could just barely make out what they were saying.
The hallway was drafty and she was glad of the warm robe she wore over the skimpy middle-eastern costume the Baron had picked out for her for this evening. She concentrated on the conversation in the room and tried not to let her mind wander to what lay ahead for her during the long night. With the current visitor downstairs, the Baron could end up in a right foul mood and if so, she would be the one to suffer for it. She hoped that she would over hear some information here that would swing the Baron’s mood back into a more favorable light and hopefully spare her body some wear and tear in the hours ahead. Once again she marveled at how little sleep the Baron needed, even though she had been with him for many, many months now. Fortunately he let her rest when he was through with her and so the morning should find her sleeping soundly – if this went well. She stopped her musing and peeked through the keyhole. The young priest was reading something and Cyrus was looking a bit more nervous than his usual self. ‘Interesting,’ Maureena thought and grinned. The Baron ought to be interested in that. Maybe she could even get her hands on the scrap of parchment later and find out what it contained. She set her ear back to the door so she could follow their conversation.
She was ready to slip into the darkened corner at the top of the stairs should either of the men step toward the door. With any luck they would never know she had been there and she would have an inkling of the Benedictine’s plans to feed to Radnat during his evening’s entertainment.
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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 20, 2012 10:16:29 GMT -5
*** RATHBONE / CYRUS *** POSTED BY RINGULF IN “WINTER REVEL” ***
The two old friends had been alone in Ashes room for a bit and were just ready to get Ash ready for the hot bath when footsteps were heard on the staircase leading up to the room. A bit of shuffling was heard near the doorway and a moment later a knock. when Cyrus opened the door the same servant that had told the Baron of his Guests was standing a bit winded and said to Cyrus,
"Please inform master Ash, that with apologies, the Baron would like to see the two of you at once."
He did not wait for a reply but turned on his heel and sped back the way he came. When The two were able to come down to the great room once more the Baron stood with his back to then and his hand upon the mantelpiece as he stared into the warm crackling fire. It had obviously been renewed, the crossbow was back in place on the wall and oddly enough, a snowy owl perched upon a modified cloak rack jesses secured and preening his rather ruffled and blood covered breast feathers.
"Ah thank you for rejoining me my friend, do not be alarmed he is a bit disheveled but as best I can tell he is fine, he seemed to have made a kill and then almost have been made into a meal himself. The huntsman of this challet that brought him here frightened off some large beast he said, as the hunter became the hunted."
The Baron turned from the fireplace and moved toward Ash, he seemed almost weary or perhaps burdened and was not the calm but sharp Barron Rathbone that all were used to seeing.
"The incident may be over but it puts me in mind of a serious turn of events that I wish to discuss with you young Ash, Would you do me the Honor of sitting with me a while? I have much to discuss with you." Said the Baron the cloud of weariness passing from him as though a cloud had just passed before the bright moon.
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Post by Brandwyn on Apr 19, 2012 9:54:48 GMT -5
The knock on the door interrupted Ash before Cyrus could reveal what the note he had given Ash was about. Cy opened the door at Ash’s nod and a servant entered.
"Please inform master Ash, that with apologies, the Baron would like to see the two of you at once."
That seemed curious to Ash, why would the Baron send him off only to recall him a few minutes later? Perhaps his visitor had brought some troubling news or something. His curiosity piqued, Ash nodded and dropped the note from Cyrus back onto the bed and sat his pack on top of it. Then he followed the servant downstairs.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was his Snow Owl tied to a perch and covered in blood. He strode over to the bird of prey, a look of alarm on his face until he realized she was not harmed. Normally she wasn’t that messy of an eater, but who had put on tresses and delivered her here, and even more amazing, how had they managed it? Only an expert could have done this.
"Ah thank you for rejoining me my friend, do not be alarmed he is a bit disheveled but as best I can tell he is fine, he seemed to have made a kill and then almost have been made into a meal himself. The huntsman of this challet that brought him here frightened off some large beast he said, as the hunter became the hunted."
“A large beast? What kind of large beast?” Ash asked, looking Snowy over carefully. She was preening herself and he knew better than to mess with her until she was finished. For now she seemed safe enough. At least he knew now that it had been an expert who handled her if it was the Challet’s huntsman. “Then it was not my imagination earlier today when I felt for a time as if I was the one being stalked. I had thought Raven was just being his usual devilish self when he must have sensed danger. Interesting,” Ash mused.
"The incident may be over but it puts me in mind of a serious turn of events that I wish to discuss with you young Ash, Would you do me the Honor of sitting with me a while? I have much to discuss with you." Said the Baron the cloud of weariness passing from him as though a cloud had just passed before the bright moon.
“Certainly, Your Excellency.” Ash could hardly refuse the man who had offered up his hospitality freely. Whatever the news was, Ash could see that it troubled the Baron and knowing what he did about the Baron, it must be something quite serious to affect him enough to show outwardly. Ash sat down in the same chair as before, noting that Maureena was no longer in attendance. He waited patiently while the Baron gathered his thoughts.
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Post by Ringulf on Sept 20, 2012 12:54:27 GMT -5
The Baron sat in silence for a moment then sat forward on his chair and looked Ash strait in the eye.
"Ash, I see the question in your mind and I must say it would be in mine if our places were reversed...Why?
Why is this baron acting this way to me? What are his motives? Who is he and how does that match his reputation?
That is actually several questions, I realize, The what, who and how are subservient to the why, however they are landscape upon which the "why" is painted. Let me, then, reveal this "Landscape" so that I can get to the main subject.
I will start with the Who but I must have your word as a gentleman that what I say is to be kept in the strictest of confidences."
"My order is secretive by nature for if it's true nature was known, it would become ineffective. The order of the Baton Noire is an assemblage of very wise and powerful individuals from all over the known world. We are. for lack of a better word...Kingmakers.
We are the hand that moves the pawns of leadership so that, ultimately, mankind can survive. Our objectives are very longitudinal, this is why when looking at events in the immediate temporal view much of what we do may look....evil.
I assure you my young friend, though I am not devoid of vice, I do not consider myself to be...evil. I simply can not measure myself by the standards of most men.
At one time I was a malicious warmonger, bent on revenge for the wrongs done to me and to my family.
However, when I had obtained what most would call greatness, that is, power and wealth, I realized that all that I could do, all the situations that I could apply my individual strategies too, were not able to effect real or lasting impact upon the timeline of history."
"Now to the how. As you sit before me now, I once sat before another, one who had noticed my struggle, one who had been attracted by my actions and abilities to offer his guidance and the opportunity to become more."
I believe having understood my explanation you may discern my "what".
My motives, young Ashton, are to assure you that I know who you are, or I should say, "We" know who you are. We know of three other compatriots of yours and thus far find you to be good and useful tools.
My interest at this point is not in those others, only in you. I would not wish you to be dissuaded from what you feel are your purposes, however, and her come the motives, I wish to pass this opportunity along to you as my mentor did to me.
This is the why.
I have studied you and your methods, your history and have even aided in stirring the pot for you. This, because I recognize that you are a man who has the makings of one who could wield the Baton Niore, who could effect mankind, who could serve a higher purpose.
All I have done for you to this point has been done of my own free will and have no onus attached or requirements of fealty or recompense, Cyrus, your sisters, anything else we have done or said are secure. Regardless of what you decide for your own future.
However I want you to consider carefully this offer. It has not been made lightly.
After the Revel, I and my household will be leaving. I will be traveling to a manor His Majesty has granted me in Marshwood. Once again I welcome you to attend me there and remit your decision."
With that the Barron called once more for Maureena.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I will exercise some of those..vices I am reputed to posses!"
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Post by Brandwyn on Sept 24, 2012 23:48:03 GMT -5
"Ash, I see the question in your mind and I must say it would be in mine if our places were reversed...Why?
Why is this baron acting this way to me? What are his motives? Who is he and how does that match his reputation?
That is actually several questions, I realize, The what, who and how are subservient to the why, however they are landscape upon which the "why" is painted. Let me, then, reveal this "Landscape" so that I can get to the main subject.
I will start with the Who but I must have your word as a gentleman that what I say is to be kept in the strictest of confidences."
Ash did not acquiesce immediately for he did not give his word lightly. Promising he would not repeat anything that was about to be revealed could be in conflict with his oaths to his brothers in the Triad of Four. However, they had agreed to let him get close to the Baron and gain the man’s confidence to determine if he was their adversary or not. As Ash saw it, this allowed him to determine what he deemed important to report to the Triad and therefore he could keep his word to both.
Ash looked the Baron back in the eye without flinching, “Of course, Your Excellency, I won’t reveal our conversation to anyone, including Cyrus.”
"My order is secretive by nature for if its true nature was known, it would become ineffective. The order of the Baton Noire is an assemblage of very wise and powerful individuals from all over the known world. We are, for lack of a better word...Kingmakers.”
Ash had suspected they were something of the kind, but he was surprised that they had members and influence all around the world. He had figured they were limited to the general area around Gallica and Araluen. He could understand their need for secrecy, but he wondered at their motives.
The Baron continued, “We are the hand that moves the pawns of leadership so that, ultimately, mankind can survive. Our objectives are very longitudinal, this is why when looking at events in the immediate temporal view much of what we do may look....evil.
I assure you my young friend, though I am not devoid of vice, I do not consider myself to be...evil. I simply can not measure myself by the standards of most men.”
‘A dangerous statement,’ Ash thought, but his face remained unchanged as he sat and listened with a questioning eager look in his eyes. He had known men, rather insane men, that had felt themselves to be above the ‘standards of most men’ and saw how that could lead to madness. The Baron didn’t strike him as being mad, but perhaps he hadn’t traveled down that road very far as of yet. Ash also wondered who it was that made the decision of what direction they were going to ‘steer’ the world. Who were they to make that decision for thousands of people?
“At one time I was a malicious warmonger, bent on revenge for the wrongs done to me and to my family.
However, when I had obtained what most would call greatness, that is, power and wealth, I realized that all that I could do, all the situations that I could apply my individual strategies too, were not able to effect real or lasting impact upon the timeline of history."
“I see,” Ash murmured in understanding, “you wish to leave a legacy, even if you will not be known for it in the annals of history.” It was an ambition Ash could relate too and one he secretly shared. Aside from the game he was playing with his father, Ash longed to leave a mark on this world and not die as a priest whose name would never be remembered nor the works he had done be anything extraordinary. Ash considered himself above the average man and felt that he was entitled and duty bound to make a lasting impression on the world. He could see how the Baron was in some ways very much like himself and the more he spoke with the man, the more he came to admire him. Was he slipping into a trap from which his soul could not escape?
"Now to the how,” The Baron explained. “As you sit before me now, I once sat before another, one who had noticed my struggle, one who had been attracted by my actions and abilities to offer his guidance and the opportunity to become more."
I believe having understood my explanation you may discern my "what".
My motives, young Ashton, are to assure you that I know who you are, or I should say, "We" know who you are. We know of three other compatriots of yours and thus far find you to be good and useful tools.”
Ash’s eyes narrowed in surprise. He was unable to completely mask how startled he was that the Baron knew of his brothers. No one knew anything about them. How could he have found out anything? He hid his surprise fairly well, but none-the-less, he did react with a slight anger causing his normally very pale face to flush ever so slightly. He didn’t relish the thought of being used by another clandestine order with hidden agendas.
“My interest at this point is not in those others, only in you. I would not wish you to be dissuaded from what you feel are your purposes, however, and here come the motives; I wish to pass this opportunity along to you as my mentor did to me.”
Now Ash was intrigued. He had suspected the Baron was going to try and recruit him, but he didn’t think the offer was going to be made for some time yet. Apparently something happened that moved up the Baron’s plans, for why else would he call Ash back down after the visitor at his door? So did the Baron need him for something or was he sincere in his offer to pass along his legacy to Ash?
Before Ash could ask him, the Baron said, “This is the why.
I have studied you and your methods, your history and have even aided in stirring the pot for you. This, because I recognize that you are a man who has the makings of one who could wield the Baton Niore, who could effect mankind, who could serve a higher purpose.
All I have done for you to this point has been done of my own free will and have no onus attached or requirements of fealty or recompense, Cyrus, your sisters, anything else we have done or said are secure. Regardless of what you decide for your own future.
However I want you to consider carefully this offer. It has not been made lightly.”
Ash nodded, “indeed, I must certainly give this a great deal of thought.” He stood up and turned his back to the Baron, one hand stroking his chin with a troubled look on his face as he pondered all of the ramifications of the Baron’s offer.
“After the Revel, I and my household will be leaving. I will be traveling to a manor His Majesty has granted me in Marshwood. Once again I welcome you to attend me there and remit your decision."
With that the Barron called once more for Maureena.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I will exercise some of those...vices I am reputed to posses!"
Ash gave the Baron a slight bow and collected Snowy from her perch. “I thank you for the information and appreciate your…interest and confidence in me. I have much to think on and shall call upon you in Marshwood when I am able and have made my decision.” He moved to exit the room as Maureena was entering and couldn’t help but shudder slightly in aversion as to what the Baron and Maureena were going to be doing shortly. Nevertheless, he gave them both a nod of the head, “I bid you goodnight and thank you once more for your gracious hospitality.”
With that he made his way thoughtfully back up the stairs with Snowy on his arm. Cyrus was not yet back from the errand the Baron had sent him on and so Ash had some time to mull over everything he had just been told.
The most startling bit of information was that this Order knew about Ash and his friends, the Triad of Four and so far condoned their operations. This was a dangerous thing for the Triad and information that he needed to relay back to his brothers. However his oath now prevented him from saying anything. He kept coming back to the question of how could they have found out about the triad? Only the four of them knew they existed, at least so far as Ash knew. Did one of the others know more? Had one of them betrayed the Triad? Was one of his brothers already a member of this Baton Noir?
That thought derailed the rest of his thoughts and stopped him cold for several minutes while he tried to figure out which one of them it could be. It was possible. It was plausible, but he doubted it was Picno. They were so close, though, how could one of them be a member of this other order without them knowing about it? Then he realized he was about to attempt the same thing.
He had known immediately upon the offer that in his heart he wanted to accept right there on the spot, but that would have made him look too eager and he really did need to think over all the ramifications from every angle before agreeing.
His thoughts kept racing ahead, however, to the opportunities this would bring him and an excitement began to grow within him. He might be about to start down a pathway that led to sin, but he was confident in his ability to discern good from bad and that he had the strength to resist temptation. He could always get out of it later if it didn’t work out, or so he thought.
On the other hand, accepting would mean hiding things from his brothers and he didn’t want to have to do that. He couldn’t see any way around that though. Was he prepared to keep these secrets from his brothers? Could he succeed?
Ash sat on his bed for a long time thinking things through until he finally noticed the scrap of parchment peeking out from under his pack. Someone had moved it, Ash was sure. He had deliberately sat his pack on top of it to hide it and now it was sticking out from under the pack. Ash pulled it free and took a look at Cyrus’s handwriting.
Hear him out. It was not what we thought. I will explain later if I can. Cyrus
Ash looked at it thoughtfully, did Cyrus know about the Baton Noir’s work? Had the Baron already confided in him? And who was it that had snuck into their room while he had been down talking with the Baron.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 7, 2013 17:02:49 GMT -5
The winter's thaw brought a sparkle to the crisp blue sky over the hills and mountains to the north. the plains of The Interior spred out to the west lit by the morning sun, breaking over the forest behind Northwood Manor.
Baron Rathbone stood on the second story veranda that overlooked the long entry path stretching to the west lined by tall, well manacured, fuit trees, mostly apple and pear, that bordered the carriage path from the main road to the manor.
The manor was a large affair, made from huge whole timber and stone facings mixed in a way to present a very natural almost log cabin-like affect, but the size and scale of the structure, though well blended with the surroundings, spoke loudly of oppulance, and the herds of black and white speckled horses roaming the vast meadows before him pleased the Barron greatly.
He stood in his warm dressing robe as he felt the velvety touch of feminine hands glide around his waist to expertly work the knot that closed his robe. There was no feeling of surprise indicated by the Baron as he turned and allowed the fire haired beauty to remove his clothing. His ardor for Maureena was evident but he allowed her to skillfuly and sensuously dress him, there in the sunlight on his Veranda. Had anyone been watching, not a single thing would have been different in the ritual. The Baron just would not have cared.
When he was dressed he gave the attractive woman a passionate embrace and nuzzled her neck, clearly this was not just his valet. He had allowed Maureena to become much closer to him than any other woman had been previously. Their relationship had started as buisness, but the buisness soon had turned to pleasure and excitement, then the buisness of pleasure was much to strong to confine to a role specific relationship. The Baron led a very mysterious lifestyle and it came with challenges as well as privalages, his many dealings with nefarious and sometimes dangerous people, exotic women and powerful men, made Maureena's ability to be discreet, flexible and non-judgemental a valuable asset to Rathbone. She also seemed quite secure in her role as consort without concern for the Baron's appitites concerning the fairer sex.
"What is on your plate for this day my little minx?" he querried as he nibbled her earlobe. I do hope you will be ready for this eavenings festivities? I am expecting some of the local ranch owners here for a gathering and I believe they will be unescorted. It would be well for us to make them all comfortable and see to their every need after I discuss our collective needs for further protection of our holdings from the refugees of the north."
"I would think that a casque of the Iberian Brandy and some of the Aslavian Cognack would do to wet their pallets. and see to it that the drawing room is well stocked with tabaccos that show a variety of backgrounds. Some of these men look forward to spending a bit of time away from their own domestic situations and I find them much more compliant when they are eager to be here."
He sat down at the ornately wrought gaulican iron table with its glass top and savored his breakfast with some efficiency but not too quickly. When he finished he pulled his tall black boots up past his knes and Maureena girded his sword belt around his tight white riding pants. She fastened the gold chain about his neck that held the smokey gray velvet cloak about his shoulders over the burgundy silken "v" cut shirt.
As he pulled on his supple black gauntlets he gave her another kiss and said, "I am off to meet the fencing master then go for a quick ride, I will be back just after noon and if you are of like mind we may get a chance to frolic a bit, you may indulge yourself I had nothing particular planned and I love your surprises, Adieu!
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Post by Brandwyn on Aug 18, 2014 21:54:45 GMT -5
"What is on your plate for this day my little minx?" he queried as he nibbled her earlobe.
Maureena stifled a giggle as his beard tickled her neck. "I believe I am going to check the herbs in the greenhouse this morning. My shop in town is running a little low on a few items," she smiled at him. She owned an apothecary in the nearby village that was a front for her much more lucrative and clandestine business, a private 'gentleman's club' located beneath the shop. Even though the shop was not where she made her fortune, she devoted as much time as could be spared to ensure it was a legitimate, viable enterprise because she loved growing, harvesting and working with herbs and minerals in her spare time.
"I do hope you will be ready for this evening's festivities? I am expecting some of the local ranch owners here for a gathering and I believe they will be unescorted. It would be well for us to make them all comfortable and see to their every need after I discuss our collective needs for further protection of our holdings from the refugees of the north."
"I would think that a casque of the Iberian Brandy and some of the Aslavian Cognack would do to wet their pallets. and see to it that the drawing room is well stocked with tabaccos that show a variety of backgrounds. Some of these men look forward to spending a bit of time away from their own domestic situations and I find them much more compliant when they are eager to be here."
Maureena made mental notes of his requirements and even before he finished speaking she was considering options to please their guests and Rathbone. "I am sure I can come up with a few items to keep them entertained," she said with a wink. "I shall select some special ladies to serve for the evening, oh and the latest arrivals are ready for their debut, I believe."
He sat down at the ornately wrought gaulican iron table with its glass top and savored his breakfast with some efficiency but not too quickly. When he finished he pulled his tall black boots up past his knees and Maureena girded his sword belt around his tight white riding pants. She fastened the gold chain about his neck that held the smokey gray velvet cloak about his shoulders over the burgundy silken "v" cut shirt.
As he pulled on his supple black gauntlets he gave her another kiss and said, "I am off to meet the fencing master then go for a quick ride, I will be back just after noon and if you are of like mind we may get a chance to frolic a bit, you may indulge yourself I had nothing particular planned and I love your surprises, Adieu!"
Maureena gave him a nod and a curtsy with a coy look on her face. She should have enough time to harvest some chamomile and a few other herbs and go to the shop to make arrangements for the evening. Perhaps she would invite two or three of the girls for lunch. The Baron would like that, she was fairly certain, as long as his mood does not change. His unpredictable and sometimes volatile nature kept her on her toes and was one of the reasons their relationship never grew stagnant. Her overactive imagination was another. As with every day with the Baron, this one was going to be interesting.
She rushed back to her rooms to begin preparations for the evening's special guests.
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