Elendor
(Wulf flashback) Jadiran's afternoon after
Jadiran, still on a high after the party held in his honour, goes to visit a morose and still confused Bledrann.
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Location: Wulf Hall, Redvyrne Keep
Game Date: Autumn/winter in the year 3045
Description:
Wulf Hall <>
Commodious enough to house several dozen men with ease, the Clan Hall serves as a central gathering place for residents and guests of Redvyrne Keep. Narrow windows with sturdy, iron-barred shutters punctuate the stone walls, allowing sunlight and fresh air entrance on fair days. Several wooden doors lead to other parts of the Keep, including a kitchen from which the enticing smell of roasting meat and fresh-baked bread emits. Near the main entrance, cloaks and other personal gear may be hung from the rows of pegs hammered into the walls for that purpose. And strewn on the flagstoned floor, fresh rushes mixed with sweet-scented herbs to absorb dirt from muddy boots and keep tiny, unwelcome vermin at bay.
It is here that warriors and commoners alike often meet to exchange lazy conversation while smoking a pipe or two at the trestle tables scattered about the room. And on special evenings, within the safety of harsh granite blocks well-mortared against winter frosts and cold rains, visiting bards chant tales and share news of the happenings across Dunland.
Lanterns have been lit for the night, shedding soft light around the room and illuminating the ancient wolf pelt which hangs above the Grand Hall door. The central hearth holds a warming fire, filling the room with the tang of burning wood. Here and there in corners and against the room's far end, men and women wrapped in wool blankets partake of a restful night's sleep.
Obvious exits:
Courtyard and Grand Hall
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Mon Feb 16 14:19:07 2009
IC time is: Afternoon?
IC date is: Autumn/winter in the year 3045 (flashback).
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[Finnian(#23897)] The feast that Mainchin Dunhallow hosted for his son at Redvyrne Keep was a grand occasion. The Fian provided all the food, drink, and festivities.. including bringing his own household to handle all the preparation and tasks. He proudly praised his Jadiran a great many times, giving many toasts to his heroism, and the glory of the Wulf Clan, and more than a few were staggering to their bedrolls late into the morning. Jade was no exception.
As a result of his tremendous revelry the night before, it's nearly afternoon when he stumbles into the room that Bledrann has been recovering within, his eyes shot with red but a smile on his face all the same.
Jadiran has gotten cleaned up and is looking far more his normal self. He has finer garments and took the time to bathe and wash his hair. "Bledrann.. Are you up?"
The figure seated in the chair in the corner turns his head slowly, squints and scowls. "What does it look like to you?" Bledrann Faol is indeed up and dressed, but that is as far as it goes - he does not look eager to venture out and about the Keep just yet. In his hand is a half-full cup, and he gestures with it in Jade's direction. "Water! All those Kiern-damned healers will give me is water! I asked for ale ... and no, I do not need to hear yet again just how fine the ale was last night, or how generous Mainchin was in providing it." Clearly the young Fian is in a foul temper. "Enjoy it, did you?"
Jadiran grins widely as his friend rants, moving to sit upon the bed that the Fian isn't using. He lays back and stares up at the ceiling with a satisfied sigh. "You know how I know it was a great party? I don't even -have- a hangover yet. I think I'm still drunk."
"You're sounding much better. Want me to find you something to drink with flavor to it? There's plenty of ale left. My father.. I've never seen him so... so.. something. I don't even know. It's strange."
Bledrann lets out a snorted breath. "Whereas I have the hangover without the party. Don't suppose you want to exchange it?" Slowly the scowl fades, and he gives his companion a strange look - envy, almost. "They tell me you're quite the hero now. How does it feel?"
Jadiran says, "Amazing." Jadiran answers. "Maybe even better than being with a girl. I'm not sure, I haven't decided yet... " He trails off, still grinning at the ceiling. "Oh! My father says I'm to be in your service now. Just don't send me on any suicide missions for a while, okay? I think I need a break from those.""
Unwillingly, grudgingly, a smile comes to Bledrann's lips - then smile becomes a full-blown laugh. "Can I have that repeated before witnesses?" The laughter dies away, though, at Jadiran's next statement. "What? But you were ... you were ... Kiern, I wish it didn't hurt to think." Gingerly he reaches a hand up to his lank hair, then pulls it away again.
[Jadiran(#23897)] "Hey, I'm not the heir to the hold with royal blood and all of that. My father usually only tells me what a waste of space I am. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. I'm sure I'll do something to piss him off soon enough." Jadiran rolls onto his side, watching Bledrann. "You can talk to him if you want, but I told him to leave you alone until you were feeling better. Maybe you should go for Ceann. The men say you fought well at the battle, even if you don't remember it."
Bledrann starts to shake his head, then halts the motion, his features blanching a little. He is silent for a long moment, swallowing, then at last gets out, "No. Head hurts too much to talk politics. Ceann ... wasn't there a Ceann already?" His thin brows pull together a little as though he were trying to remember. "And if I fought well, why don't I remember it?" The sullen young Fian seems determined to dampen his friend's ebullient mood.
[Jadiran(#23897)] "There's no Ceann right now, Bled. You're really having that hard of a time. What's the last thing you -do- remember?" Jade asks, frowning. "Maybe you should send for your sister.." The archer rolls onto his back again. "Do you think she'll take me seriously -now-?"
Bledrann lifts a hand to rub at his face. "Marching. We were marching north, to ... to win glory. I remember that." Quite how this fits in with the reality of Jade-the-hero escapes him right now. At the other suggestion, his hand drops. "No! The last thing I want when I've got a sore head is Eilidh around to shout at me. Besides, she's a woman. They never do understand the important things."
[Jadiran(#23897)] "I don't think she would yell at you if she knew that you're hurt, Bled.." Jadiran says. "She's not that bad. You make her out like she's a witch or something. My father.. he.. well, nevermind." The young man looks over to his friend again. "Want to try going outside? Some fresh air might clear your head a bit. I know it would help mine." He grins again, his good mood not to be dampened.
"She's always nagging," Bledrann mutters, not to be contradicted. At the other suggestion, though, he rises slowly from the chair. "Wouldn't mind getting out of here, though. You said you knew where there's some ale to replace that water? Maybe ..." It is the mention of Jadiran's father that jogs his brain. "Wait. You said your father wanted you to /work/ for me? Even though you're my friend?"
Jadiran rolls off the bed and stands up, stretching his arms back behind his head. "Yeah.. You're still a Fian, Bled. Do you not want me to? I told him I didn't want to do anything for Desmond anymore, so he told me to help you out instead." The archer grins, "It'll be fun. Like when we were kids."
Slowly and carefully so as not to jar his head, Bledrann makes his way to the door and out into the Hall. "I seem to remember a few thrashings came from those days." He grins, then looks back at Jadiran. "Fine, then I order you to find me some ale."
[Jadiran(#23897)] "Your memory isn't the most reliable right now, Bled.." Jadiran points out with a laugh, following him out of the room. "There's drinks in the hall, we'll get them on the way outside. But, think about Ceann.. when you're feeling better. Think of the things you could do, then."
Bledrann stops. "Someone was going to be Ceann," he states slowly. "I'm sure of that. Who?"
[Jadiran(#23897)] Jadiran walks another couple of steps, then turns when he realizes Bledrann has stopped. "Desmond -wants- to be Ceann. He's acting like he is, but he's not. I'm pretty sure my father won't support him.. I don't know if he has any plans for himself, but, he's never talked about it." The archer shrugs.
"Oh." Bledrann digests this in silence. Then, slowly, he begins to grin. "What about Jade Dunhallow, hero of Redvyrne? Maybe he wants to make /you/ the Ceann." He doesn't seem to take the suggestion seriously, but at least it's got the scowl off his face - and that pained, blank look too. "Come on, lets find those drinks."
Jadiran laughs and nods. "You support me and I'll be happy to take the responsibilities on my capable shoulders, Bledrann!" The youth doesn't take the suggestion any more seriously then his friend does, but has a good time joking about it as they find drinks and fresh air.
Wulf Hall <
Commodious enough to house several dozen men with ease, the Clan Hall serves as a central gathering place for residents and guests of Redvyrne Keep. Narrow windows with sturdy, iron-barred shutters punctuate the stone walls, allowing sunlight and fresh air entrance on fair days. Several wooden doors lead to other parts of the Keep, including a kitchen from which the enticing smell of roasting meat and fresh-baked bread emits. Near the main entrance, cloaks and other personal gear may be hung from the rows of pegs hammered into the walls for that purpose. And strewn on the flagstoned floor, fresh rushes mixed with sweet-scented herbs to absorb dirt from muddy boots and keep tiny, unwelcome vermin at bay.
It is here that warriors and commoners alike often meet to exchange lazy conversation while smoking a pipe or two at the trestle tables scattered about the room. And on special evenings, within the safety of harsh granite blocks well-mortared against winter frosts and cold rains, visiting bards chant tales and share news of the happenings across Dunland.
Lanterns have been lit for the night, shedding soft light around the room and illuminating the ancient wolf pelt which hangs above the Grand Hall door. The central hearth holds a warming fire, filling the room with the tang of burning wood. Here and there in corners and against the room's far end, men and women wrapped in wool blankets partake of a restful night's sleep.
Obvious exits:
Courtyard
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Mon Feb 16 14:19:07 2009
IC time is: Afternoon?
IC date is: Autumn/winter in the year 3045 (flashback).
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[Finnian(#23897)] The feast that Mainchin Dunhallow hosted for his son at Redvyrne Keep was a grand occasion. The Fian provided all the food, drink, and festivities.. including bringing his own household to handle all the preparation and tasks. He proudly praised his Jadiran a great many times, giving many toasts to his heroism, and the glory of the Wulf Clan, and more than a few were staggering to their bedrolls late into the morning. Jade was no exception.
As a result of his tremendous revelry the night before, it's nearly afternoon when he stumbles into the room that Bledrann has been recovering within, his eyes shot with red but a smile on his face all the same.
Jadiran has gotten cleaned up and is looking far more his normal self. He has finer garments and took the time to bathe and wash his hair. "Bledrann.. Are you up?"
The figure seated in the chair in the corner turns his head slowly, squints and scowls. "What does it look like to you?" Bledrann Faol is indeed up and dressed, but that is as far as it goes - he does not look eager to venture out and about the Keep just yet. In his hand is a half-full cup, and he gestures with it in Jade's direction. "Water! All those Kiern-damned healers will give me is water! I asked for ale ... and no, I do not need to hear yet again just how fine the ale was last night, or how generous Mainchin was in providing it." Clearly the young Fian is in a foul temper. "Enjoy it, did you?"
Jadiran grins widely as his friend rants, moving to sit upon the bed that the Fian isn't using. He lays back and stares up at the ceiling with a satisfied sigh. "You know how I know it was a great party? I don't even -have- a hangover yet. I think I'm still drunk."
"You're sounding much better. Want me to find you something to drink with flavor to it? There's plenty of ale left. My father.. I've never seen him so... so.. something. I don't even know. It's strange."
Bledrann lets out a snorted breath. "Whereas I have the hangover without the party. Don't suppose you want to exchange it?" Slowly the scowl fades, and he gives his companion a strange look - envy, almost. "They tell me you're quite the hero now. How does it feel?"
Jadiran says, "Amazing." Jadiran answers. "Maybe even better than being with a girl. I'm not sure, I haven't decided yet... " He trails off, still grinning at the ceiling. "Oh! My father says I'm to be in your service now. Just don't send me on any suicide missions for a while, okay? I think I need a break from those.""
Unwillingly, grudgingly, a smile comes to Bledrann's lips - then smile becomes a full-blown laugh. "Can I have that repeated before witnesses?" The laughter dies away, though, at Jadiran's next statement. "What? But you were ... you were ... Kiern, I wish it didn't hurt to think." Gingerly he reaches a hand up to his lank hair, then pulls it away again.
[Jadiran(#23897)] "Hey, I'm not the heir to the hold with royal blood and all of that. My father usually only tells me what a waste of space I am. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. I'm sure I'll do something to piss him off soon enough." Jadiran rolls onto his side, watching Bledrann. "You can talk to him if you want, but I told him to leave you alone until you were feeling better. Maybe you should go for Ceann. The men say you fought well at the battle, even if you don't remember it."
Bledrann starts to shake his head, then halts the motion, his features blanching a little. He is silent for a long moment, swallowing, then at last gets out, "No. Head hurts too much to talk politics. Ceann ... wasn't there a Ceann already?" His thin brows pull together a little as though he were trying to remember. "And if I fought well, why don't I remember it?" The sullen young Fian seems determined to dampen his friend's ebullient mood.
[Jadiran(#23897)] "There's no Ceann right now, Bled. You're really having that hard of a time. What's the last thing you -do- remember?" Jade asks, frowning. "Maybe you should send for your sister.." The archer rolls onto his back again. "Do you think she'll take me seriously -now-?"
Bledrann lifts a hand to rub at his face. "Marching. We were marching north, to ... to win glory. I remember that." Quite how this fits in with the reality of Jade-the-hero escapes him right now. At the other suggestion, his hand drops. "No! The last thing I want when I've got a sore head is Eilidh around to shout at me. Besides, she's a woman. They never do understand the important things."
[Jadiran(#23897)] "I don't think she would yell at you if she knew that you're hurt, Bled.." Jadiran says. "She's not that bad. You make her out like she's a witch or something. My father.. he.. well, nevermind." The young man looks over to his friend again. "Want to try going outside? Some fresh air might clear your head a bit. I know it would help mine." He grins again, his good mood not to be dampened.
"She's always nagging," Bledrann mutters, not to be contradicted. At the other suggestion, though, he rises slowly from the chair. "Wouldn't mind getting out of here, though. You said you knew where there's some ale to replace that water? Maybe ..." It is the mention of Jadiran's father that jogs his brain. "Wait. You said your father wanted you to /work/ for me? Even though you're my friend?"
Jadiran rolls off the bed and stands up, stretching his arms back behind his head. "Yeah.. You're still a Fian, Bled. Do you not want me to? I told him I didn't want to do anything for Desmond anymore, so he told me to help you out instead." The archer grins, "It'll be fun. Like when we were kids."
Slowly and carefully so as not to jar his head, Bledrann makes his way to the door and out into the Hall. "I seem to remember a few thrashings came from those days." He grins, then looks back at Jadiran. "Fine, then I order you to find me some ale."
[Jadiran(#23897)] "Your memory isn't the most reliable right now, Bled.." Jadiran points out with a laugh, following him out of the room. "There's drinks in the hall, we'll get them on the way outside. But, think about Ceann.. when you're feeling better. Think of the things you could do, then."
Bledrann stops. "Someone was going to be Ceann," he states slowly. "I'm sure of that. Who?"
[Jadiran(#23897)] Jadiran walks another couple of steps, then turns when he realizes Bledrann has stopped. "Desmond -wants- to be Ceann. He's acting like he is, but he's not. I'm pretty sure my father won't support him.. I don't know if he has any plans for himself, but, he's never talked about it." The archer shrugs.
"Oh." Bledrann digests this in silence. Then, slowly, he begins to grin. "What about Jade Dunhallow, hero of Redvyrne? Maybe he wants to make /you/ the Ceann." He doesn't seem to take the suggestion seriously, but at least it's got the scowl off his face - and that pained, blank look too. "Come on, lets find those drinks."
Jadiran laughs and nods. "You support me and I'll be happy to take the responsibilities on my capable shoulders, Bledrann!" The youth doesn't take the suggestion any more seriously then his friend does, but has a good time joking about it as they find drinks and fresh air.
Players: Jadiran, Bledrann
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