Elendor
Truce?
Brev and Saraid cross paths in the remnants of Kierkgard, and agree to tolerate each other's company
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Location: Squatter's Field, Kierkgard
Game Date: Nov/Dec 3048 (likely a slight flashback)
IC Time: Evening
Description: Squatter's Field - Kierkgard Dun
The dozens of tents are the first thing witnessed from the climb up the ravine path. These tents litter both sides of a wide dirt road. The tents are of a wide range of quality, and some simply make camp in their bedroll on the ground, having no tent to give them shelter.
The only permanent building is the famous Leaping Stag Tavern. The small building is made of stone and some wood framing around the window and doors. The only marker for the building is written in a scrawling hand on the side of the building in red dye which simply states the name of the establishment.
On the far side of the tents is a small dilapidated stone wall. The stone is black with soot and there are a very many stones knocked away. The wall was only made to be three or four feet high, but in places the wall is missing all together, or is lower than originally conceived do to the stone being knocked away. The road passes through a break in the stone wall and heads into the market which makes up the majority of Kierkgard Dun.
Moving away from Kierkgard Dun is a constantly narrowing path, which stays just large enough for a wagon or cart to pass. The ravine path, as it is know, heads down the harsh terrain and into the lower elevations of Dunland nearby.
Obvious exits:
avine, arket Square, and aping Stag Tavern
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Sat Jan 16 14:06:19 2010
IC weather is: Wind: fresh - Clouds: dense - Rain: moderate
IC Moon is: Not visible
IC time is: Twilight
IC date is: Mersday, Day 16 of December in the year 3048.
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The midwinter dusk is gathering, the field of tents outside Kierkgard's broken walls reduced to no more than a series of squat grey humps. An icy rain falls from the darkening sky, foiling any efforts to kindle a fire. Few of those who have sought refuge here even attempt it - instead they huddle within their pitiful refuges, or sit hunched behind part-drawn doorflaps, peering warily at the world outside. Somewhere a baby cries, a thin hungry wail.
Along the line of the wall a man is approaching, clad in a grey cloak whose shape suggests he carries something beneath it, some light bundle or perhaps some small game. Brev's hood is up against the rain, but it is not far enough to hide his features. Those are stretched in a grimace of disgust as he begins to thread his way through the tents, his destination seemingly the Leaping Stag.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid is near the inn and her hair is holding her hood high enough from her face that her features can be seen. She stands beside the door and looks over the tents, her face like stone, the corners of her lips turned down. She shivers once but doesn't go inside for now.
Brev's narrowed gaze darts this way and that, and his lips are slightly pursed. As he passes one of the small tents a woman reaches out to grab at his cloak and he tugs it away angrily, ignoring her pleading call. "Kiern," he mutters as he moves on, scowling. "There's a whole bloody country out there."
He glances up, and it is at that point he notices the woman by the inn door. He looks her over, and then recognition comes. His long legs cover the distance between them so he can offer a wry greeting: "Saraid! Did Varens send you? I'm flattered."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's eyes snap toward Brev and widen a little. "Brev!" she says, "Brev." She hesitates, looking at him with that wide-eyed expression for a moment, then licks her lip and says, "Is Varens here? He didn't send me. I haven't spoken with him in weeks."
One brow arches as Brev digests that. "Not as far as I know. Last I saw him was back in Tharbad. Assuming he stayed there - and given how long it took us to work our way down - I'd say he'd not get here for at least another couple of weeks. And Kiern knows why he'd want to." He looks around the scattered tents, his jaw set, then mutters in low-voiced disgust, "Why do folk choose to live like animals?"
The moment is past and when he looks back at Saraid his gaze is clear, neutral. "Why /are/ you here, then?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
"I didn't know it was like this!" Saraid says, waving her hand out toward the tents. "I thought the city stood! I'm just out here," she says in a stubborn way, glancing back toward Brev. "Without Varens or any of the rest of them. Why are /you/ here? You want to be his useful man you said. You were one of them."
"I was," Brev agrees to that last. "And hope to be again, when the time comes. But I didn't fancy spending the winter cooped up in Tharbad - not with Gidon around. And I thought-" he hesitates a little, then continues, self-mockery creeping into his tone. "When I heard that Kierkgard was being restored, I expected something a little less ... squalid. So," again an assessing glance, "what will you do now?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's lip curls as if agreeing when Brev mentions squalor. "I don't know what I will do. I ought to have stayed in Tharbad, but I won't be welcome back now. Gidon?" she asks with interest. "Where is Gidon? I sent him back to Bree."
Brev snorts at that last. "You expected him to do that - alone? Perhaps he preferred to stay with a friend." He smirks briefly. "He's hunting. None too near, game's scarce. Place is near hunted out." He shakes his head at that, and falls silent for a moment, considering.
"You could always stay here," he suggests. "Figure Gidon and I will, for a while. After that ..." he snorts again. "Dunland's rotten, I've half a mind to turn my back on the whole damn lot." His jaw clenches.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid scowls at the snort. "I expected Gidon's father to go with him. Not alone." She looks warily at Brev for a moment. "But are you expecting to go back to Varens? They won't welcome me."
Brev manages not to snort again at the mention of Owain, though his lips twitch. "For all the use the father is he might as well be alone," is his scornful comment. He notes the wariness, and shrugs. "We can deal with that when the time comes. Come up with some story, or go our own ways, or ... Let the future deal with itself, eh? What did you do to rile them - kill someone? Or was it just a maiming ...?" His gaze is shrewd.
[Saraid(#16811)]
"They don't like me leaving." Saraid's chin goes up and she is indignant. "They treat me like a pet. Dineg tried to show me my place with his fist. I had my say for all of the hurt he has done me. I ought to have killed him."
Brev's brows lift a little at that. "What do you expect, if you barter yours-" He catches himself and stops, shaking his head. "Kiern, arguing will get us nowhere. Truce?" He actually offers his hand his wet cloak falls back revealing that the 'something' he was carrying beneath it is a scrawny-looking rabbit. "If you're wanting a bed in the Inn I can speak with the keeper. Been doing a few odds and ends of work for him ... He doesn't believe in rooms, but at least the pallets are leather, don't have many fleas in them."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Sarad's face starts going harder as Brev speaks. She tilts her head and watches him warily. "Truce. Fine," she says at last, still wary. And then a quick grin. "They will give me fewer fleas than your bed did I'm sure."
Brev lets out a sudden bark of laughter at that, then tosses back. "Ah, but my fleas are not often shared. You should count yourself specially honoured." With the corners of his mouth still twitching, he sets his hand to the door of the Leaping Stag and heads in - exposing his back to Saraid for the first time in a long while. Indeed, a truce.
The dozens of tents are the first thing witnessed from the climb up the ravine path. These tents litter both sides of a wide dirt road. The tents are of a wide range of quality, and some simply make camp in their bedroll on the ground, having no tent to give them shelter.
The only permanent building is the famous Leaping Stag Tavern. The small building is made of stone and some wood framing around the window and doors. The only marker for the building is written in a scrawling hand on the side of the building in red dye which simply states the name of the establishment.
On the far side of the tents is a small dilapidated stone wall. The stone is black with soot and there are a very many stones knocked away. The wall was only made to be three or four feet high, but in places the wall is missing all together, or is lower than originally conceived do to the stone being knocked away. The road passes through a break in the stone wall and heads into the market which makes up the majority of Kierkgard Dun.
Moving away from Kierkgard Dun is a constantly narrowing path, which stays just large enough for a wagon or cart to pass. The ravine path, as it is know, heads down the harsh terrain and into the lower elevations of Dunland nearby.
Obvious exits:
===============================================================================
Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
===============================================================================
Real Time is: Sat Jan 16 14:06:19 2010
IC weather is: Wind: fresh - Clouds: dense - Rain: moderate
IC Moon is: Not visible
IC time is: Twilight
IC date is: Mersday, Day 16 of December in the year 3048.
===============================================================================
The midwinter dusk is gathering, the field of tents outside Kierkgard's broken walls reduced to no more than a series of squat grey humps. An icy rain falls from the darkening sky, foiling any efforts to kindle a fire. Few of those who have sought refuge here even attempt it - instead they huddle within their pitiful refuges, or sit hunched behind part-drawn doorflaps, peering warily at the world outside. Somewhere a baby cries, a thin hungry wail.
Along the line of the wall a man is approaching, clad in a grey cloak whose shape suggests he carries something beneath it, some light bundle or perhaps some small game. Brev's hood is up against the rain, but it is not far enough to hide his features. Those are stretched in a grimace of disgust as he begins to thread his way through the tents, his destination seemingly the Leaping Stag.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid is near the inn and her hair is holding her hood high enough from her face that her features can be seen. She stands beside the door and looks over the tents, her face like stone, the corners of her lips turned down. She shivers once but doesn't go inside for now.
Brev's narrowed gaze darts this way and that, and his lips are slightly pursed. As he passes one of the small tents a woman reaches out to grab at his cloak and he tugs it away angrily, ignoring her pleading call. "Kiern," he mutters as he moves on, scowling. "There's a whole bloody country out there."
He glances up, and it is at that point he notices the woman by the inn door. He looks her over, and then recognition comes. His long legs cover the distance between them so he can offer a wry greeting: "Saraid! Did Varens send you? I'm flattered."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's eyes snap toward Brev and widen a little. "Brev!" she says, "Brev." She hesitates, looking at him with that wide-eyed expression for a moment, then licks her lip and says, "Is Varens here? He didn't send me. I haven't spoken with him in weeks."
One brow arches as Brev digests that. "Not as far as I know. Last I saw him was back in Tharbad. Assuming he stayed there - and given how long it took us to work our way down - I'd say he'd not get here for at least another couple of weeks. And Kiern knows why he'd want to." He looks around the scattered tents, his jaw set, then mutters in low-voiced disgust, "Why do folk choose to live like animals?"
The moment is past and when he looks back at Saraid his gaze is clear, neutral. "Why /are/ you here, then?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
"I didn't know it was like this!" Saraid says, waving her hand out toward the tents. "I thought the city stood! I'm just out here," she says in a stubborn way, glancing back toward Brev. "Without Varens or any of the rest of them. Why are /you/ here? You want to be his useful man you said. You were one of them."
"I was," Brev agrees to that last. "And hope to be again, when the time comes. But I didn't fancy spending the winter cooped up in Tharbad - not with Gidon around. And I thought-" he hesitates a little, then continues, self-mockery creeping into his tone. "When I heard that Kierkgard was being restored, I expected something a little less ... squalid. So," again an assessing glance, "what will you do now?"
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid's lip curls as if agreeing when Brev mentions squalor. "I don't know what I will do. I ought to have stayed in Tharbad, but I won't be welcome back now. Gidon?" she asks with interest. "Where is Gidon? I sent him back to Bree."
Brev snorts at that last. "You expected him to do that - alone? Perhaps he preferred to stay with a friend." He smirks briefly. "He's hunting. None too near, game's scarce. Place is near hunted out." He shakes his head at that, and falls silent for a moment, considering.
"You could always stay here," he suggests. "Figure Gidon and I will, for a while. After that ..." he snorts again. "Dunland's rotten, I've half a mind to turn my back on the whole damn lot." His jaw clenches.
[Saraid(#16811)]
Saraid scowls at the snort. "I expected Gidon's father to go with him. Not alone." She looks warily at Brev for a moment. "But are you expecting to go back to Varens? They won't welcome me."
Brev manages not to snort again at the mention of Owain, though his lips twitch. "For all the use the father is he might as well be alone," is his scornful comment. He notes the wariness, and shrugs. "We can deal with that when the time comes. Come up with some story, or go our own ways, or ... Let the future deal with itself, eh? What did you do to rile them - kill someone? Or was it just a maiming ...?" His gaze is shrewd.
[Saraid(#16811)]
"They don't like me leaving." Saraid's chin goes up and she is indignant. "They treat me like a pet. Dineg tried to show me my place with his fist. I had my say for all of the hurt he has done me. I ought to have killed him."
Brev's brows lift a little at that. "What do you expect, if you barter yours-" He catches himself and stops, shaking his head. "Kiern, arguing will get us nowhere. Truce?" He actually offers his hand his wet cloak falls back revealing that the 'something' he was carrying beneath it is a scrawny-looking rabbit. "If you're wanting a bed in the Inn I can speak with the keeper. Been doing a few odds and ends of work for him ... He doesn't believe in rooms, but at least the pallets are leather, don't have many fleas in them."
[Saraid(#16811)]
Sarad's face starts going harder as Brev speaks. She tilts her head and watches him warily. "Truce. Fine," she says at last, still wary. And then a quick grin. "They will give me fewer fleas than your bed did I'm sure."
Brev lets out a sudden bark of laughter at that, then tosses back. "Ah, but my fleas are not often shared. You should count yourself specially honoured." With the corners of his mouth still twitching, he sets his hand to the door of the Leaping Stag and heads in - exposing his back to Saraid for the first time in a long while. Indeed, a truce.
Players: Brev, Saraid
Located in: Dunlending
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