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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #30 on: 21 July, 2017, 08:19:12 PM »
Becalmed.  Not a breath of air stirred even the telltales and they lay limp and flat against the sagging sails.  The sailors took advantage of the downtime to make minor repairs and catch up on chores which were left unattended when the ship was underway.  Aiiane took up a stitching awl, passing the time patching sails, otherwise the boredom would have been unbearable.  The heat was nearly so.

She sat cross-legged upon the deck in a shady spot, her auburn hair caught up into a kerchief tied about her head to keep strands from sticking to her face and neck, her skirt hem secured into knots to allow her the use of both hands when she needed to fold one sail and obtain another without the worry of tripping over her clothing.  Yet, even with her relaxed appearance, the men treated her with no less respect than before, for there was still an aura about her that brooked no familiarity.

Thus did they work, the captain meting out rations of ale from time to time so that the crew might refresh themselves.  Cold meats, cheeses and bread was served for the noon meal as it was far too hot to be cooking and consuming something freshly prepared.  Even then, appetites were not as hearty as usual.  Aiiane merely nibbled at some cheese and bread, the sultry air suppressing any feeling of hunger.

It was late in the afternoon when she felt a tendril of hair lift itself off her neck and blow against her cheek.  Aiiane stood up quickly and at the same time a shout from the men as the sails slowly filled with air until they billowed forward and the telltales began popping in the brisk wind.  They were underway once more and she marveled at the feeling of elation and could not help but wonder how it would effect one's psyche to endure days of just bobbing about the sea motionless.

Tasks were quickly concluded so that everyone's attention could be turned to the business of sailing towards their next destination.  Once the sail she'd been working on had been folded and stowed, Aiiane stood towards the bow, letting the cool air of dusk flow over her face, grateful to be on the move and hoping for no such further weather before her mission was ended.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #31 on: 24 July, 2017, 04:32:38 PM »
The mission was complete and she was headed for home.  There was much work which awaited her there, including orders for her shop, not to mention her need to participate in the upcoming training maneuvers.  She'd been in constant contact with Brenden, sending and receiving messages each time she made land to take census and was pleased that all things were in readiness for her return.

Her vessel was intercepted and there was another mission instead.  With deft maneuvering, the captain arched the ship about and they headed south.  Their ally, Savoy, was under attack from the natives and there had been a call to arms.  Thanks be to Odin, the winds were favorable and they made the coast of Aquitaine in good time.  A forced march across several regions finally found her upon the battlefield, ready to fight.  Alas!  It was not to be.  Through some error of transcription, it would appear that Savoy had not been declared as an ally, nor was she allowed to join a mercenary group so that she might help defend. 

It was a very despondent trip back to Lancaster.  Time and resources wasted to no good purpose depressed Aiiane greatly, for she was ever frugal with both.  There had been much to do and this detour had only put her that much further behind.  Her mood lightened somewhat when she neared home, for she was as pragmatic as she was practical.  The lesson this had taught her was a valuable one and she'd not soon forget it.  What this knowledge had cost her burned it's teachings indelibly upon her mind.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #32 on: 25 July, 2017, 02:51:01 PM »
The day began as usual.  Nothing in those first hours upon waking and breaking fast presaged anything amiss.  Yet as the morning drew on, it became apparent that something strange was happening.  First there were the shouts in the market square and vendors running about with shovels, pickaxes and hoes, banging at the cobblestones and creating a furious clamor.   Next the shopkeepers began flinging open their doors, with brooms swooping all about or apprentices with sticks and stones taking aim at the furry critters.  Lancaster was run amok with rats and some were far larger than what had been seen on any occasion before.  Even Brenden was fighting with them in the tower, deftly throwing his dirk with deadly precision.

When the carcasses started to pile up, Aiiane decided that if they wished to avoid proliferating pestilence and illness, the bodies needed to be burned and recruited several lads to gather wood and build a bonfire outside the town wall.  Using shovels and pitchforks, they piled the dead rats into her cart.  Crutch trotted back and forth between the ever-growing pile and the bonfire.

Couriers began to arrive from other regions with much the same story as what was happening in Lancaster, but there was no time to ponder the cause.  They were doing well to keep ahead of the infestation here and several citizens volunteered to travel to the less occupied areas to see if they could be contained before deciding to travel where food was more plentiful.

The killing continued well into the night, but there was no sign of abatement.  How long, Aiiane wondered, would this vermin war last?

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #33 on: 26 July, 2017, 07:15:16 PM »
The vermin infestation seemed to be well in hand in Lancaster.  A watch from the Tower pinpointed the regions still with large numbers, so she and fellow Lancasterians set out to see if they could not contain them before they reached the markets and homes of her neighbors and friends. 

She trekked across the land slaying the creatures where she found them until, at last, she found herself in Hampshire.  Rats scurried everywhere and once again she donned her armor to do battle.  Being overtired, she failed to thoroughly inspect her equipment and did not notice the damage which had been inflicted upon her long sword.  Whilst butchering the last of the large rats, it broke in twain and she had to finish the vile thing with her hands as she had not thought to bring a replacement.  Aiiane thought nothing of it as she made arrangements to sail back to Lancaster, but fell deathly ill before boarding the ship.  A courier was dispatched with all haste to Lord Aidan with news of her condition before setting sail.  In her cabin, she began to feel weak and unfocused with bluish swellings upon her arms.  She lay upon the bunk, in abject misery as they sailed around the The Lizard, the southernmost peninsular of the Cornish coast. 

Soon after rounding the point, the sails of a fast-moving knarr was spotted.  Not long after, the flag of Lord Aidan could be discerned and soon, it was coming alongside the cog.  None other than Brenden, accompanied by Crutch, transferred from Lord Aidan's ship carrying a small wooden chest.  Having suspected what might have befallen Aiiane, he'd send a curative so she might be treated as quickly as possible to insure a speedy recovery.

Brenden found Aiiane in a sorry state.  Burning with fever and shaking with chills, her hair plastered to her head with sweat.  Even before he could unpack the chest, Crutch had insinuated himself as closely to Aiiane's bunk as was possible, placing his great head upon her chest.  About to scold him off, Brenden saw that the dog's presence had an immediate calming effect upon Aiiane and that her hand was weakly stroking the dog's soft ears.  Her eyes, while they did not seem focused, had lost their wild fearfulness. 

Managing to wedge himself near the head of the bunk, Brenden gently raised her head and tilted the vial to her lips. “Drink this”, he encouraged in a gentle voice, “Lord Aidan sent it special for you and you will feel much better after.”  Thus soothed, Aiiane swallowed obediently and Brenden eased her head back upon the pillow.

He found a chair in the corner and prepared to take vigil through the night.  Brenden had not meant to nod off, but the rigors of dealing with the rats and his fast trip to intercept Aiiane had left him bone weary.  He awoke in the morning, stiffed-necked and still tired, to a wan, but smiling, Aiiane sitting on the edge of the bunk.  He would not have thought it from her condition last night, yet she seemed well upon her way to recovery.  Her youth and strength was on her side.  Even the strange swellings upon her arm were diminished.

Later that day they made port in Lancaster.  Aiiane was not quite her energetic self when she disembarked, but otherwise Brenden could not discern any other ill effects of her bout with the plague.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #34 on: 28 July, 2017, 05:21:48 PM »
The last few days had been slow ones for Aiiane.  After feeling so well upon disembarking, she'd had a relapse and the disease had sapped her strength.  Each task she undertook seemed to take twice as long to complete.  Between times would find her dozing to refresh herself before tackling the next job.

This day she woke completely refreshed and feeling extremely well.  Back to the removal of the rat infestation she went.  Reports from the north reported that region overflowing and when Aiiane arrived, the news had not been exaggerated.  Once they had been dispatched, she was off again, heading southward where more rats were being reported.  And she had not been able to check the status of buildings in Cornwall during her last trip down as illness had prevented it.  She'd also put that upon her list of tasks which needed completing.

Brenden was against her going, but she was determined.  However, she took some of the powerful elixir with her this time.  Just in case.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #35 on: 29 July, 2017, 07:22:47 PM »
The last of the regions had been surveyed and now Lord Clarence could complete his map.  It could prove a valuable resource in knowing which areas were developed and which were not.  Rats had been every where one looked and Aiiane had killed her fair share of them, but it seemed as if their numbers were diminishing.  One could only hope so, she was thoroughly disgusted with the tiresome creatures.

She returned home to be faced with a few more of the vile vermin running around the docks.  Aiiane quickly dispatched them and when about her way to the Tower.  Brenden was waiting for her with a hot meal of meat soup and crusty bread that he'd picked up from the market.  It was good to be home and there was now much to be done to meet the obligations which had piled up during her lengthy absence from Lancaster.

While she ate, Brenden filled her ears with the information he had been able to gather from their frequent guests.  It would seem as if the peace that had settled upon the world was about to shatter and all in the name of religion.  Aiiane sighed.  Why could not people worship as they pleased?  Why one religion must feel they were the only mouthpiece of the power which created them all and attempt to force their ideals upon others.  So much bloodshed over such stupidity.  Alas, it seemed it was the way of man to impose his might upon those less able to defend themselves and use any excuse for the right of it.  For her it was only about two things, no matter how one might ice the cake to hide the ugly crack of truth.  Greed and power – some people could never have enough and did not care who they had to trampled beneath their boots to attain it.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #36 on: 16 August, 2017, 09:42:30 PM »
My how time did pass when one was too busy to count the hours.  No sooner had the rat infestation been dealt than a call to arms had come from their King.  It seems the natives had run wild in Munster and the people of Eire had been helpless to defeat them.  A gathering of English allies soon began to arrive, battle plans discussed and decided upon, weaponry and armor accessed and distributed and the outfitting of ships completed. 

As Munster had no suitable harbor for landing, the combined armies had to land in Eire's capitol and cross that region and one other before arriving at a predetermined site.  An advanced guard was sent out to locate the natives and Aiiane had been a member of this party.  She could only surmise their lack of sentries and negligible defenses was due to the fact they had easily defeated the defenders of Eire earlier.

Returning to camp, their commander made his report and it was decided to attack the following morning.  The rising sun would be to the attacking army's back and thus give them a slight advantage.  They outnumbered the natives, which also would tip the scales in their favor.  After eating a light meal, Aiiane took to her bedroll, wanting to be fully rested before the battle.  Her level of anxiety and excitement made it difficult to fall asleep.  Eventually, lulled by the low drone of low voices, sleep came.

Pre-dawn found everyone busy preparing for battle.  Brenden brought her a thick slice of bread and cheese for her breakfast.  He was acting as her squire, helping her don her armor and weapon.  It would be be first time using a war axe, although she had practiced with it many times with her trainer.  Soon they were on the move and as the sun broke the horizon with dazzling light, they launched their attack.  Aiiane thought she would be fearful, but it was the truth of the matter that she was far to busy fighting for her life feel any fear at all.  It was only afterward, when two natives lay dead at her feet that she had needed to use her axe, not as a weapon, but as a means of keeping to her feet as her knees quaked.  Still she was unsure it if was fear or merely the drain upon her strength after wielding such a weapon, clad in full mail.

Brenden and Crutch soon found her and Brenden assisted her in removing the armor, placing it in the cart Crutch was pulling.  She examined the platemail and found that it was so badly damaged there would be no repairing it.  Aiiane sat upon the back of the cart and cared for her wounds.  Thankfully, there were not of a serious nature.  Brenden encouraged her to remain in the cart and she propped herself up against one of it's sides to make herself more comfortable.  They took a tour of the battlefield and it was then she realized they had been victorious.  All the natives were dead and they had only lost two of their numbers.

Back at camp, the kings were conferring and it was decided that Scotland would claim the region.  She later discovered that the Queen of Eire was highly perturbed at their intercession, yet Aiiane did not think Eire was capable of re-taking the region, else why had they not well-defended it and retained it for their own.  She gave a mental shrug, it was not for her to consider, but those greater and wiser than she had made the decision and she had followed her orders as she must.

Now back home, she was busy in her shop, watching the progress on the training grounds when, once more, a missive came.  She was now being required to study and would need to travel to London to do so.  It would seem there was no restful interlude to enjoy as she had thought.  Duty called and she would obey.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #37 on: 23 August, 2017, 02:37:34 PM »
Crutch lay stretched out beneath the cart, which was now serving for Aiiane's home away from home, his eyes ever watchful as his mistress prepared the evening meal.  Bowed willow provided struts upon which a large piece of oilcloth was pulled taut and tied down, creating a roof for the cart so that she and her bedding could be free from rain and prying eyes.  She set her camp not too far distance from the academy so it would be no great matter getting to and from class.  Aiiane looked out upon a field which was flat, verdant and full of wildflowers.  A fringe of trees which curled around one edge of the field provided shade and extra protection from the elements making it an easy choice for her campsite. 

Life in London, despite the numbers of it's citizens, was lonely.  There was little by way of the camaraderie of the folks in Lancaster.  Brenden had stayed behind to keep an eye on her shop and home, thus she was deprived of his company as well.  She did receive missives from Lord Aidan and Lord Galahad, which she replied when time permitted.  Thankfully she was allowed breaks between sessions, which provided her time to rest, eat, and tend to returning scrolls to report upon her progress.  Lord Clarence did often stop to speak with her between her lessons.  He was a kindly man and she enjoyed his company, but he was also a busy man and their contact was, of a necessity, brief.

Word of war had reached her this day.  The Scots had declared against the Irish and, considering the poor showing of Eire against the native uprising, Aiiane expected the battle to go against them.  Farther afield, some lunatic head of a church had placed a curse upon the Theologians, who were now suffering because of it.  This news she'd had from Lord Clarence who, being of the Theological sect, was feeling the effects of the curse. “Great Odin's teeth!” The oath exploded from her mouth as she slammed the iron lid down upon the pot of stew, nearly overturning it and causing Crutch to jump up and take an aggressive stance, while looking about for the danger.

She calmed, sorry to have upset the animal.  In a softer voice she called to him and, with a final look around, came to her.  Aiiane scratched around his ears, “Forgive me for startling you.  The stupidity of some people make me angry, especially when they use religion to place suffering upon others.  We each should feel compassion for our fellow men, regardless of differences in belief.  Yet greed for riches, land and power override our better selves and create evil in themselves.”  Crutch tilted his head as he listened to her, as if trying to understand.  It gave him a comical look and Aiiane laughed softly.  “No, my understanding of the matter is no greater than yours, dear Crutch.”

With that, she dipped them each a plate of food and they ate in comfortable silence, with only the peepers in a nearby stream providing a soft background to the otherwise stillness of the dusk.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #38 on: 03 September, 2017, 01:20:47 AM »
Brenden had met her at the dock, the cart's interior padded with multiple quilts.  Aiiane insisted on no assistance down the gangplank, but did allow Brenden to help her into the cart and was quite thankful to rest upon the softness created by layer upon layer of material and wool batting.  Crutch whined because he was in harness and could not get to his mistress, but Brenden soothed him with quiet words and encouraged him forward towards home.

Crutch had not left her side since and she was now sitting at one of the lookout windows of the Tower, taking in the view and the afternoon sun.  Her thoughts drifted to the battle every now and then, but just as quickly she would shut down the images of the hot tar pouring down upon the attackers, maiming and killing even before the fighting began.  The Irish had not been prepared, but the mercenaries they'd hired from Kiev most certainly were.

She had not been one of those at the front lines, but was no match for the knight she found herself against.  Aiiane had put up a good fight, but was doomed to failure as soon as the engagement between them started.  No wonder, since her training had been set aside for her studies.  The suit of armor stood between two of the windows, glinting in the soft light.  Brenden had clean and oiled it so that it would not rust and, considering the fight, it was still in good shape.  Only the plate showed some damage.

Word had reached them that one of the Irishers had brought a revolt against his Queen and Aiiane wondered would he be successful.  Someone who had the country's interest at heart needed to take the reins for it was quite apparent that the current Queen was unfit to rule.  Brenden's voice floated up the winding stairway, calling her to the evening meal.  Aiiane made her way slowly and carefully down.  After supper, she'd would go to the church and pray for all those who'd been severely injured or killed, regardless of which side they had been upon.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #39 on: 05 September, 2017, 02:14:13 PM »
He'd begged her not to go, but when she insisted Brenden stated flatly that he would accompany her.  Now she lay upon her cot, in the back of her cart, looking out over the battlefield and she was glad of Brenden's presence.  The platemail had been shattered beyond repair, but the rest of her gear was in fairly good condition.  Even though she had suffered a grievous wound and Brenden thought her dead when Crutch found her upon the ground, she still breathed, though painfully.  Yet, Cornwall had been defended against the natives and was still intact, so there was much for which to be grateful.

As Brenden sat upon a stool near the rear of the cart, cleaning what remained of her armor, he recounted all he'd heard from others, as well as what he'd seen for himself.  Lord Aidan and his wife had made good accounts of themselves, the Lady Gwendolyn having dispatched two of the natives. “Might fierce, she was”, Brenden exclaimed with pride, “and our Liege was mighty in battle!”  Many other names whom she well knew were mentioned, Lord Clarence, Lord Clydog, Lord Galahad.  One name gave her pause.  “Stay your tongue a moment”, she said jestingly to cease Brenden's chatter, “Did you say Alain D' Arcy?”  “Aye, I did.”  “Did we not hear that he was now Lord Gibraltar”, Aiiane queried. “I believe that is true, m'lady”, Brenden scratched his head as he thought, “It seems the man has been most busy, from the information we have gathered from our wayfarers.  Do you know him?”

Aiiane leaned her aching head against the cushions, “No, not personally but I have had correspondence with him in the past.  I am glad so many were unscathed in the battle and that Cornwall is intact.  When I am able to travel, we need to briefly return to Lancaster before heading back to London and my studies.  I forgot a few things at the Tower that I shall need.”  She closed her eyes and was quiet.  When Brenden checked her after cleaning and stowing the armor, she was sleeping soundly.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #40 on: 15 October, 2017, 11:52:42 PM »
Time passes.  Seasons change.  The cool, foggy mornings were followed by slightly warmer days, harbinger of the coming of fall.  The Pearmain had been fruitful and were being harvested.  Baskets of the just picked apples surrounded the trees, ready to be taken into kitchens to be cooked into pies and pastries, made into ciders and dried for the coming winter.  Soon the Nonpareil's would be ready for picking and then the Court Pendu Plats.

Winter crops had already been planted and those summer harvests had been stored.  It had been a plentiful year for which Aiiane was most thankful.  She continued to prosper just as England continued to grow.  Her business was thriving.  Brenden had taken a wife and she was of great help in running the Tower and tending to their travelers.  For the most part, peace was to be had in their known world, at least for the time.  Minor flares with natives were quickly extinguished and other than some royal couple squabbling over a divorce which did not appear to hold favor with their religious leaders, news from afar had been sparse.

Building projects were coming along slowly.  It seemed there were plentiful materials for construction, but not the man power to raise the structures quickly.  But, in the end, they would be completed, even if the schedule was somewhat slower than desired.

Aiiane had thought, at one time, to be a traveler.  Her trip to Cairo had whetted an appetite that she had not known existed, but it seemed that daily life had quietly grown tendrils round her feet and seemed to have such a firm grasp that escaping their bonds would be difficult.  As she worked a delicate pattern around a gold bracelet, she chuckled to herself.  She had become settled and it had been far easier than she had expected.  Brenden's wife, Marie, had brought her a small basket of apples which sat upon the window sill, glowing in the faint sunlight.  Deciding to take a break, she selected one and bit into it's tender flesh, savoring the sweetness that filled her mouth. 

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #41 on: 30 October, 2017, 12:50:10 PM »
The town of North-Cumberland was growing.  Early evening was already shrouded in darkness as Aiiane sat by the window of the small hut she occupied, pulling a brush through her long tresses before retiring for the evening.  Torches lit both completed and in progress buildings.  A tavern and the barracks had been the first buildings to be completed.  They had been needed to house those who came for work.  The market would be next to assist with providing the necessities of the workers.  But work had also begun on the castle and it's thick wall were rising albeit slowly.

Other structures were also being raised, yet had nothing to do with buildings.  They were the bonfires for tomorrow, All-hallows Eve.  Tomorrow she would travel back to Lancaster so that she might worship as well as resupply her pantry and also bring back baskets of apples for the celebration, knowing fresh fruit would be a welcome change from the provisions that were available at the moment.  She would also attend any correspondence and duties which needed to be addressed by herself, although Brenden did an excellent job of attending the majority of them. 

Crutch had been left with Brendan and his wife so that he could pull the cart from the orchards to the tower, but he would accompany her back to North-Cumberland when she returned.  Aiiane would need his strength to bring in the supplies and she'd missed his company, neither had he been overjoyed at being left behind.  Laying her brush upon the table, she stood and stretched, looking about her rough surroundings.  Aiiane sighed, she missed the comforts of her Tower.  Yet, if England was to grow and prosper, sacrifices must be made and she could not ask others to do so should she not be willing herself.  Smiling wearily, she snuffed out the candle and found her bed with the help of the dim glow of embers in the hearth.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #42 on: 31 October, 2017, 01:48:19 PM »
The morning of All-hallows Eve broke in glittering splendor as frost decorated roofs, windows, gorse and field alike.  Having returned from Lancaster the evening before with a cart heavily laden with bushels of apples, several kegs of freshly pressed cider and a number of other items, Aiiane slept soundly.  She awoke refreshed and ready for the day.  After breaking her fast, she enlisted the help of a couple of sturdy lads and went about setting up a makeshift table near one of the bonfires.  A serviceable cloth, fairly free of stains, covered the rough hewn planks.  Swags of brightly colored material, attached to the corners of the table cover with a few quick stitches to made the table look festive.  While she was busy with the finishing touches, the boys set up the iron tripod close by and hung the cauldron.  Beneath it they placed tinder and wood, ready to light.  Aiiane planned on heating the cider to keep the chill evening at bay once the celebration started.  Before the lads left, she gave each an apple, along with a penny, which earned her smiles and thank yous.

She returned to her duties, but left in time for her to return home and refresh herself.  Before beginning her day, she'd hung her gown so that it might air.  Aiiane treasured it as it had been a gift from her good friends in Lancaster.  Sitting on the table, in a box. was the headpiece that she found waiting for her when she had arrived at the Tower.  A letter had accompanied it and she'd been most surprised at it's author.  Much time had passed since she had heard from the Viscount, but she had remembered his face and manners.  Looking down at Crutch, she laughed, “You should remember Lord de la Roche, also.  For he supplied you with a fine plate of vittles when we met in Cairo.”  Crutch cocked his head and licked his lips as if he did, indeed, remember the man or at least the food.

After a while, she exited the hut in her finery.  She moved with grace to the square where sat her table and began to place apples upon it in neat pyramids for the enjoyment of the revelers.  One of the lads who'd assisted earlier ask if he could provide assistance and she had him fill the cauldron with cider and light the fire.  Lord Galahad had provided her with spices from his travels and she'd brought some sticks of cinnamon with her.  She dropped one into the cider.  When the steam rose, she took her silver cup from her chatelaine and dipped up some of the spicy liquid.  She breathed in the aroma and took a sip.  Her eyes beheld the spectacle of the lighting of the bonfires, but her mind was on the letter she had sent off yesterday from the Tower in Lancaster.

The Right Hon.
        The Viscount de la Roche

Such pleasant memories your letter has brought to my mind.  My great adventure to Cairo was all one could have anticipated and our brief meeting made it all the more memorable.  You flatter me too greatly, but I thank you most sincerely for your kind words.

You speak of meeting and I would be pleased to do so.  You will find me in either Lancaster or North-Cumberland, where much building is commencing.  There is no port in North-Cumberland so if I have advanced notice of your arrival I can make arrangements to meet you in Lancaster.

I would also thank you for the lovely gift.  Your kindness and generosity are great. I can only wonder at the happenstance that it perfectly matches my gown and I shall wear it during worship and on the morrow during the festivities of All-hallows Eve, thinking fondly upon you as I do so. 

Until such time as we may meet again I am

Your English friend,
Lady Aiiane Grey
Knight of the Red Rose
Tower Guardian of Lancaster
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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #43 on: 01 November, 2017, 06:34:28 PM »
Cups of ale were hoisted skyward as everyone in the village celebrated the finished market square.  They had managed to complete it the previous day, yet with the festivities of All-hallows Eve it was only now they cheered and congratulated one another on a fine job.  They would rest today, but tomorrow would mean continuing work upon the castle.

The first stall was opened as Lord Aidan set up a servant to sell the Lord's wares from his inn.  A number of cheeses were proudly displayed and Aiiane took advantage.  It would be a respite from having to travel to Lancaster every few days to restock her food supplies. 

It was Aiiane's first experience in watching a sleepy little village grow into a prospering town and she could not help but take pride in her small efforts in this monumental enterprise.  The time, men, money and materials to see such projects to fruition was mind staggering.  Crutch lopped along just in front of her as she made her way back home with her purchases, his tongue lolling from side to side as he trotted along, ever watchful of their surroundings.  The air was crisp, the faint sun providing a little warmth and the earth smelt of rich loam.  For no particular reason at all, Aiiane smiled.  It was a good day.

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Re: [RP] A beginning in Lancaster
« Reply #44 on: 14 November, 2017, 09:01:23 PM »
She moved through the castle, slightly bemused.  How quickly she had progressed, more quickly than she could have ever dreamed.  Even though she would oversee these lands for only a short while it gave her a taste of what might come.  Aiiane smiled warmly to the servants, bowing and curtsying as she passed.  The Lord of this land had passed and a new vassal was needed immediately to insure the continuity of rule and she had been able to fill the void until such time as another could advance.  Hopefully, her place would still be in North-Cumberland, but this would give her much needed experience.

The steward had given her a tour of the castle and the grounds when she arrived.  Aiiane had then wandered about on her own, becoming familiar with the layout so she would not get herself turned around and look a fool.  Now she was on the way to her office.  There, ledgers awaited for her perusal, tenants awaited an audience and decisions would need to be made concerning any number of items on her agenda – all of which had been mentioned by the steward the previous day.

Dawn was merely a whisper in the early morning darkness by the time Aiiane stood at the mullioned window to watch it's approach.  A fire had been lit to ward off the chill and a servant tapped upon the door waiting to be granted entry with Aiiane's breakfast tray.  “Come”, and she motioned the girl in with a graceful flick of her hand.  The girl put the tray upon a sideboard and left.  Aiiane partook of a twist of bread and the cup of hot, mulled wine, moving to her desk afterward.  Setting her plate and cup upon the surface she sat and pulled forward the first of the ledgers.  Her day had begun.