Elendor
In search of the past: Looking ahead
Brief scene: Brev voices his intention to go east to Verge, who is less than enthusiastic
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Location: Shepherding Village
Game Date: May 3047
IC Time: Morning
Description: Shepherding Village
This is the home of a small, proud, and independent people who live primarily by herding sheep in the open lands south of the Great East Road. Once driven from this region by troll depredations, they have returned and appear to be prospering, perhaps because they can also profit by trade on the Great East Road. There are many sturdy houses and smaller huts clustered on a hill here, safely ensconced behind a deep ditch and wall. The ditch is filled with thorn bushes ... and the gate to the village is by a removable walkway over that ditch. Clearly the possibility of attack, whether from trolls or something worse, has not been ignored.
A long, low, whitewashed building, sprawling along the hillside below the caravanserai, appears to the south. The thatched roof spills down to the tops of its lead-paned windows, thick glass aglow with firelight.
Obvious exits:
Gathering House, Caravanserai, and Great East Road
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Tue Jul 07 23:36:13 2009
IC weather is: Wind: breeze - Clouds: sparse - Rain: heavy
IC Moon is: First quarter
IC time is: Morning
IC date is: Hevensday, Day 17 of May in the year 3047.
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It's a miserable morning, rain pattering down on the Shepherding Village. The village is quiet - most of those not unlucky enough to be out with the sheep have likely chosen indoor tasks to do. There are lights on in the Gathering house, and the sound of voices too.
Through the Gate are currently trudging a pair of figures, both cloak muffled, one tall and lanky and the other smaller and scrawny. A few words are exchanged and then they part company, the smaller one heading toward the caravanserai, whilst the taller one, in a dun cloak and with a sodden head of dark curls, looks about him and mutters softly, "Hmm."
[Verge(#32426)]
Even in this weather, another figure cloaked in dark burgundy comes trodding along up the muddy path from the caravanserai, passing the other scrawney Dunlending on the way. From under her hood, dark hair falls in somewhat wet but wavy locks of hair. The figure pauses for a brief moment as the scrawney man's footsteps draw near, and she exchanges a few brief words in her native tongue before continuing on her way, her boots making a 'pitter patter' sound as she steps on the sludge-like ground.
The figure in the dun cloak turns his head toward the newcomer, his hood falling back in the process and revealing that yes, it is indeed Brev. He scrutinizes the burgundy-cloaked figure carefully, head tilted, then makes his own way toward her, ignoring the splashing made by his boots as he tramps through a few puddles. "Morning," he offers cheerily, just as though he hadn't just been out of town for days.
[Verge(#32426)]
The burgundy-clad figure lifts its head a bit, enough for her creeping smile to be seen as she turns in the direction of the oncoming Brev. The smile is suppressed, though, as she asks the man in a serious tone, "Morning.. I'd heard that you'd gone hunting again." This, of course, is spoken in Dunael. "I was worried -- you'd been gone for days, and," she hesitates slightly. "Well, I was hoping you hadn't run into any trouble," Verge states, somewhat vaguely. A few more splashes are made as she walks through a puddle, nearing closer to the sound of Breveg's voice.
Brev's own features lighten a little at the sight of that smile - how could they not? - but at the query he shakes his head vehemently. "No trouble - at least, nothing we couldn't handle," he answers a little defensively. "Young Gidon's off to camp with the catch now." He nods in the direction of the figure Verge had passed earlier, the gesture out of habit even if it is unseen. "Just took a while. There was some ruins I wanted to take a look at."
He hesitates, then reaches out an arm to halt Verge before she steps in a rather larger puddle than the rest. "Kiern, but this weather's miserable. You ready to move off yet?"
[Verge(#32426)]
"Yes, I know I passed him by," Verge comments on Gidon, with a nod. She is prevented from stepping right into the large puddle by Brev's arm, which causes her to retract somewhat hastily. A quizzical look is expressed by her features at this sudden halting, but she just brushes it off with a shrug towards Brev. "Well -- yes, I suppose." A pause. "Which ruins were those?" She asks in a casual manner, staying put in her spot until Breveg starts leading the way.
Having halted Verge, Brev grins and slips an arm around her shoulders so that he can guide her along - or maybe it's an excuse to be close to her, for there is a little smile on his lips at the warmth of her body. "Found some old tower, north and east by the river. And nothing remotely useful in it. Not even those squiggles Carac claims are writing." He snorts. "If our kind ever lived here, they're long gone." There is clear disgust in his tone.
A little later he states decisively, "We're going to go east, over the mountains," though he clearly hasn't spoken to Carac for days on this or any subject. "Young Gidon's had word of a man he thinks might be his father. So now all I need to do is get that foreign woman - Cordy - to take us, convince her that /we're/ doing /her/ a favour." He shrugs, the wet leather of his jerkin creaking. "I'd rather discuss things somewhere warm and dry, though. Been rained on quite enough for one week."
[Verge(#32426)]
"Oh.." Verge nods understandingly while Brev describes the location of the ruins. She offers up her own comment in response to his apparent disgust with the locals "The people here actually aren't all bad.. not too much different from us, really. Just have to give them a chance," she adds with a hopeful note. A hesitant little nod is given after hearing the man's next words, however. Any traces of a smile have transformed into a rather sullen expression. "I'm not sure going east would be the best idea.. I hardly think we're prepared for it," she offers him her own opinion quite freely. "Oh, and .. that Cordy woman. I've heard quite a lot about her. Who is she?" Her question is, at the same time, innocently curiously yet vaguely accusative.
Brev answers the last question first. "Who is she? Wish I knew. She's clearly not local, but her story changes - one day she's from Archet, the next out East. And she wants something from our folk, not figure out what yet. Asked me to take her out hunting, I've avoided that so far though. Dangerous enough out there without having to worry about a dagger in my back ..."
He halts his steps suddenly, and sighs. "You want to go back to Dunland? Don't you like going to new places ... meeting new people ...?"
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge bites her lip at Breveg's final questions it's as if he had read her mind. "I've never been so far away from home. 'specially not as far as the mountains." A pause. "I.. I'm not sure. There's a good chance we may not make it over the mountains. And besides, we don't have nearly enough supplies and food to survive. I mean - how long does it take to get there, anyhow?" She doesn't wait for answer, but goes on. "However.. if you think it'd be the best choice for us to move east, then.. I'll follow wherever you go." The edge of her lips curve up into a smile as these last words are said.
Brev frowns, and his arm around Verge tightens a little. "If I thought it were that bad I'd not take you," he says softly. "The mountains here are no different from our own - and those, at least, I know. And we'll not go without adequate supplies. Just ... I owe it to Gidon. The lad deserves a chance. And Carac wanted allies, we'll not find them here." That last, which should of course be foremost, is added almost as an afterthought.
He glances down at the woman beside him, and leans forward to steal a kiss. "We'll face the unknown together, eh? Anyway - come on, somewhere dry." He starts to tug her onward.
This is the home of a small, proud, and independent people who live primarily by herding sheep in the open lands south of the Great East Road. Once driven from this region by troll depredations, they have returned and appear to be prospering, perhaps because they can also profit by trade on the Great East Road. There are many sturdy houses and smaller huts clustered on a hill here, safely ensconced behind a deep ditch and wall. The ditch is filled with thorn bushes ... and the gate to the village is by a removable walkway over that ditch. Clearly the possibility of attack, whether from trolls or something worse, has not been ignored.
A long, low, whitewashed building, sprawling along the hillside below the caravanserai, appears to the south. The thatched roof spills down to the tops of its lead-paned windows, thick glass aglow with firelight.
Obvious exits:
Gathering House, Caravanserai, and Great East Road
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
===============================================================================
Real Time is: Tue Jul 07 23:36:13 2009
IC weather is: Wind: breeze - Clouds: sparse - Rain: heavy
IC Moon is: First quarter
IC time is: Morning
IC date is: Hevensday, Day 17 of May in the year 3047.
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It's a miserable morning, rain pattering down on the Shepherding Village. The village is quiet - most of those not unlucky enough to be out with the sheep have likely chosen indoor tasks to do. There are lights on in the Gathering house, and the sound of voices too.
Through the Gate are currently trudging a pair of figures, both cloak muffled, one tall and lanky and the other smaller and scrawny. A few words are exchanged and then they part company, the smaller one heading toward the caravanserai, whilst the taller one, in a dun cloak and with a sodden head of dark curls, looks about him and mutters softly, "Hmm."
[Verge(#32426)]
Even in this weather, another figure cloaked in dark burgundy comes trodding along up the muddy path from the caravanserai, passing the other scrawney Dunlending on the way. From under her hood, dark hair falls in somewhat wet but wavy locks of hair. The figure pauses for a brief moment as the scrawney man's footsteps draw near, and she exchanges a few brief words in her native tongue before continuing on her way, her boots making a 'pitter patter' sound as she steps on the sludge-like ground.
The figure in the dun cloak turns his head toward the newcomer, his hood falling back in the process and revealing that yes, it is indeed Brev. He scrutinizes the burgundy-cloaked figure carefully, head tilted, then makes his own way toward her, ignoring the splashing made by his boots as he tramps through a few puddles. "Morning," he offers cheerily, just as though he hadn't just been out of town for days.
[Verge(#32426)]
The burgundy-clad figure lifts its head a bit, enough for her creeping smile to be seen as she turns in the direction of the oncoming Brev. The smile is suppressed, though, as she asks the man in a serious tone, "Morning.. I'd heard that you'd gone hunting again." This, of course, is spoken in Dunael. "I was worried -- you'd been gone for days, and," she hesitates slightly. "Well, I was hoping you hadn't run into any trouble," Verge states, somewhat vaguely. A few more splashes are made as she walks through a puddle, nearing closer to the sound of Breveg's voice.
Brev's own features lighten a little at the sight of that smile - how could they not? - but at the query he shakes his head vehemently. "No trouble - at least, nothing we couldn't handle," he answers a little defensively. "Young Gidon's off to camp with the catch now." He nods in the direction of the figure Verge had passed earlier, the gesture out of habit even if it is unseen. "Just took a while. There was some ruins I wanted to take a look at."
He hesitates, then reaches out an arm to halt Verge before she steps in a rather larger puddle than the rest. "Kiern, but this weather's miserable. You ready to move off yet?"
[Verge(#32426)]
"Yes, I know I passed him by," Verge comments on Gidon, with a nod. She is prevented from stepping right into the large puddle by Brev's arm, which causes her to retract somewhat hastily. A quizzical look is expressed by her features at this sudden halting, but she just brushes it off with a shrug towards Brev. "Well -- yes, I suppose." A pause. "Which ruins were those?" She asks in a casual manner, staying put in her spot until Breveg starts leading the way.
Having halted Verge, Brev grins and slips an arm around her shoulders so that he can guide her along - or maybe it's an excuse to be close to her, for there is a little smile on his lips at the warmth of her body. "Found some old tower, north and east by the river. And nothing remotely useful in it. Not even those squiggles Carac claims are writing." He snorts. "If our kind ever lived here, they're long gone." There is clear disgust in his tone.
A little later he states decisively, "We're going to go east, over the mountains," though he clearly hasn't spoken to Carac for days on this or any subject. "Young Gidon's had word of a man he thinks might be his father. So now all I need to do is get that foreign woman - Cordy - to take us, convince her that /we're/ doing /her/ a favour." He shrugs, the wet leather of his jerkin creaking. "I'd rather discuss things somewhere warm and dry, though. Been rained on quite enough for one week."
[Verge(#32426)]
"Oh.." Verge nods understandingly while Brev describes the location of the ruins. She offers up her own comment in response to his apparent disgust with the locals "The people here actually aren't all bad.. not too much different from us, really. Just have to give them a chance," she adds with a hopeful note. A hesitant little nod is given after hearing the man's next words, however. Any traces of a smile have transformed into a rather sullen expression. "I'm not sure going east would be the best idea.. I hardly think we're prepared for it," she offers him her own opinion quite freely. "Oh, and .. that Cordy woman. I've heard quite a lot about her. Who is she?" Her question is, at the same time, innocently curiously yet vaguely accusative.
Brev answers the last question first. "Who is she? Wish I knew. She's clearly not local, but her story changes - one day she's from Archet, the next out East. And she wants something from our folk, not figure out what yet. Asked me to take her out hunting, I've avoided that so far though. Dangerous enough out there without having to worry about a dagger in my back ..."
He halts his steps suddenly, and sighs. "You want to go back to Dunland? Don't you like going to new places ... meeting new people ...?"
[Verge(#32426)]
Verge bites her lip at Breveg's final questions it's as if he had read her mind. "I've never been so far away from home. 'specially not as far as the mountains." A pause. "I.. I'm not sure. There's a good chance we may not make it over the mountains. And besides, we don't have nearly enough supplies and food to survive. I mean - how long does it take to get there, anyhow?" She doesn't wait for answer, but goes on. "However.. if you think it'd be the best choice for us to move east, then.. I'll follow wherever you go." The edge of her lips curve up into a smile as these last words are said.
Brev frowns, and his arm around Verge tightens a little. "If I thought it were that bad I'd not take you," he says softly. "The mountains here are no different from our own - and those, at least, I know. And we'll not go without adequate supplies. Just ... I owe it to Gidon. The lad deserves a chance. And Carac wanted allies, we'll not find them here." That last, which should of course be foremost, is added almost as an afterthought.
He glances down at the woman beside him, and leans forward to steal a kiss. "We'll face the unknown together, eh? Anyway - come on, somewhere dry." He starts to tug her onward.
Players: Brev, Verge
Located in: Dunlending
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