Elendor
In search of the past: Who's afraid of the big bad elf?
Short scene: Cordelia witnesses Brev's unease in Rochwen's presence - is elf or horse to blame?
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Location: Shepherding Village
Game Date: April 3047
IC Time: Noon
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: Mon Jun 29 10:27:29 2009
IC weather is: Wind: - Clouds: clear
IC Moon is: Waxing gibbous
IC time is: Early Afternoon
IC date is: Sterday, Day 22 of April in the year 3047.
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It is just past noon, and most of those good people of the Shepherding village not out in the fields are probably indoors their noon-day meal. Brev, alas, is not among them. Amazingly, the man seems to have found something useful to do for once - he's currently engaged in repairing the fence to someone's pig-pen, whilst its occupants are out rooting in the woods. Or, more correctly, he /was/ ... right now, he's sitting with his back against a newly repaired part of the fence, his tools beside him, his legs stretched out before him and a hunk of bread-and-cheese in his hand. He chews it thoughtfully, seemingly not bothered by the all-pervading smell of Pig.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
Not everyone is hard at work or useful or indoors, among them the outsider to the village, Cordelia. She strolls along, hood of her cloak thrown back as she munches on an apple, looking as if she hasn't a care in the world. Of course her meandering draws her toward Brev, despite the pig smell.
[Rochwen(#30925)]
Another has not yet been drawn indoors by the prospect of food. Perhaps still yet an odd sight in the village, a petite figure has her hands a bit full with horse not far away. The gray steed tosses its head, darting just out of reach as Rochwen holds up her hands. A snort follows as the elf rests one hand on her hip, while the other disappears into her cloak and produces a treat of some kind to bribe the horse closer.
Brev glances up at the sound of footsteps, and on seeing Cordelia he raises a hand and mumbles something through a mouthful of bread-and-cheese that's presumably a greeting (though it's far too indistinct to tell). It's only then, as he gazes round, that he actually takes the time to /notice/ Rochwen and her reluctant companion. The reaction is instantaneous - his mouth falls open, a morsel of bread falling out, and he mutters, frowning, "Kiern!" Whether it's the elf or her steed who bothers him more it's hard to say.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"Enjoying your meal, Brev?" Cordelia asks pleasantly as she approaches the young man. "Looks like you found yourself some way to earn some coin at least," she says, nodding her head toward the fence. "I..." Of course, at the man's sudden exclamation, she turns, a little alarmed.
Cordelia squints at the elf, squints at the horse, squints into the distance, looking for what might cause Brev to utter an apparent curse. "What?" she says, turning back to him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
[Rochwen(#30925)]
Dark-tipped ears perk forward at the treat in the elf's hand, and Rochwen offers the horse her flat palm. Once the steed as crept close enough to take the food with an audible *crunch*, she is careful to loop a hand along the side of the leather headstall. With a shaking of her head, the auburn-haired elf turns at the sound of voices, before she begins to move in Cordelia and Brev's direction. An incline of her head is offered to Cordelia, though she peers curiously at the other, a questioning gaze darking back to the young woman. When she speaks, her voice comes clear, in careful Westron, "Is your...friend, all right?"
"Her." Brev's single-word answer to Cordelia is spoken through gritted teeth (which at least has the effect of keeping the rest of his food in his mouth). He chews and swallows carefully before going on. "And that beast she's tamed." He watches the horse warily, though not without hint of admiration for the grey's sleek coat and smooth limbs. When Rochwen speaks, he twists round to mutter up at Cordelia, "/Another/ friend of yours? Should have known. Hope this one's not so hasty with her daggers."
And, since Rochwen is approaching, he offers to her in sing-song Westron, "Morning. Or afternoon, rather." He carefully avoids looking her in the eye.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"You assume many things," Cordelia whispers harshly under her breath to Brev. And then louder, she continues to the elf. "Mae..gae...erm...afternoon," she finishes with an apologetic smile. "My friend?" She glances to Brev. "I believe he is fearful of horses."
[Rochwen(#30925)]
A hand pats the horse's neck when they draw close enough. After a moment of consideration, Rochwen removes her hand from the headstall, and the horse stands, content - at least for the moment - not to wander. The greeting from Cordelia earns a friendly half-smile, and the elf nods her head. "Mae govannen as well," she says. Her voice slows over the last half of the Elvish phrase, separating the syllables so Cordelia might catch them. To Brev, she nods. "Good afternoon as well." Her brow creases in a slight frown, puzzlement in her eyes as she considers the man. A glance towards the horse, before her focus returns to him. "My mare will not bite, if that is the concern?"
"So do you," Brev hisses back to Cordelia, scrambling to his feet and brushing himself off. "Who says I'm scared?" Pride is a great motivator.
He tilts his head is he listens to the musical-sounding phrase spoken by Rochwen, and his lips move slightly as though he were trying to memorize it. When he's addressed he shrugs and makes casual answer, "Last time I had a close encounter with one of his - her? - kind, it wasn't too friendly. He continues to watch the horse carefully, though the astute might wonder if the animal is all here that he fears.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"Mae govannen," Cordelia smiles, repeating the word slowly. "Are there often elves in this village or stopping here while traveilng the road?" she asks.
Brev's retort earns a snort. "Well...if you had a bad experience with a horse, wouldn't that make you fearful of them? But I suppose it depends on what happened and why. From the looks of it, that horse seems quite peaceful, as does its rider."
[Rochwen(#30925)]
A cant of her head to one side, and a thoughtful expression settles on Rochwen's face. "Ah, that is understandable," she offers, along with a small smile, "I have had my own share of...less than pleasant encounters. I promise that my Fain is well trained, though." Another pat is given to the gray's neck, though the horse seems content to try and nibble at the edge of Cordelia's cloak. A brown equine eye is cast towards Brev briefly, though. The elf smiles and nods to Cordelia's pronounciation a moment later. "I do not know how often my kind pass through here, but it happens on occasion."
Brev stares challengingly back at the brown equine eye for a moment, then glances down at what the horse is doing. "You would appear to be lunch," he states to Cordelia drily. Then, the words spoken to the air somewhere between the woman and the elf, "I'd best get back to work. Off to fetch some more nails, first - see you later." Picking up his back of tools and slinging it over his shoulder, he moves off, with only a nod of the head as farewell. Fear of the grey? Or could it be that - perish the thought - Brev does not /quite/ trust elf-kind. Time will no doubt tell.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"What? Oh!" Cordelia laughs and tugs gently at her cloak to try to get it from the horse. "I think the grass is tastier....is it true elves can talk to their horses?" she asks, looking from elf to mare.
Then, as Brev leaves, she nods to him, watching him go. "Not many travel the roads these days, it being so dangerous." Perhaps the look she gives Brev is significant in that. ""What brings you and your kind here?" This to the elf again.
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: Mon Jun 29 10:27:29 2009
IC weather is: Wind: - Clouds: clear
IC Moon is: Waxing gibbous
IC time is: Early Afternoon
IC date is: Sterday, Day 22 of April in the year 3047.
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It is just past noon, and most of those good people of the Shepherding village not out in the fields are probably indoors their noon-day meal. Brev, alas, is not among them. Amazingly, the man seems to have found something useful to do for once - he's currently engaged in repairing the fence to someone's pig-pen, whilst its occupants are out rooting in the woods. Or, more correctly, he /was/ ... right now, he's sitting with his back against a newly repaired part of the fence, his tools beside him, his legs stretched out before him and a hunk of bread-and-cheese in his hand. He chews it thoughtfully, seemingly not bothered by the all-pervading smell of Pig.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
Not everyone is hard at work or useful or indoors, among them the outsider to the village, Cordelia. She strolls along, hood of her cloak thrown back as she munches on an apple, looking as if she hasn't a care in the world. Of course her meandering draws her toward Brev, despite the pig smell.
[Rochwen(#30925)]
Another has not yet been drawn indoors by the prospect of food. Perhaps still yet an odd sight in the village, a petite figure has her hands a bit full with horse not far away. The gray steed tosses its head, darting just out of reach as Rochwen holds up her hands. A snort follows as the elf rests one hand on her hip, while the other disappears into her cloak and produces a treat of some kind to bribe the horse closer.
Brev glances up at the sound of footsteps, and on seeing Cordelia he raises a hand and mumbles something through a mouthful of bread-and-cheese that's presumably a greeting (though it's far too indistinct to tell). It's only then, as he gazes round, that he actually takes the time to /notice/ Rochwen and her reluctant companion. The reaction is instantaneous - his mouth falls open, a morsel of bread falling out, and he mutters, frowning, "Kiern!" Whether it's the elf or her steed who bothers him more it's hard to say.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"Enjoying your meal, Brev?" Cordelia asks pleasantly as she approaches the young man. "Looks like you found yourself some way to earn some coin at least," she says, nodding her head toward the fence. "I..." Of course, at the man's sudden exclamation, she turns, a little alarmed.
Cordelia squints at the elf, squints at the horse, squints into the distance, looking for what might cause Brev to utter an apparent curse. "What?" she says, turning back to him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
[Rochwen(#30925)]
Dark-tipped ears perk forward at the treat in the elf's hand, and Rochwen offers the horse her flat palm. Once the steed as crept close enough to take the food with an audible *crunch*, she is careful to loop a hand along the side of the leather headstall. With a shaking of her head, the auburn-haired elf turns at the sound of voices, before she begins to move in Cordelia and Brev's direction. An incline of her head is offered to Cordelia, though she peers curiously at the other, a questioning gaze darking back to the young woman. When she speaks, her voice comes clear, in careful Westron, "Is your...friend, all right?"
"Her." Brev's single-word answer to Cordelia is spoken through gritted teeth (which at least has the effect of keeping the rest of his food in his mouth). He chews and swallows carefully before going on. "And that beast she's tamed." He watches the horse warily, though not without hint of admiration for the grey's sleek coat and smooth limbs. When Rochwen speaks, he twists round to mutter up at Cordelia, "/Another/ friend of yours? Should have known. Hope this one's not so hasty with her daggers."
And, since Rochwen is approaching, he offers to her in sing-song Westron, "Morning. Or afternoon, rather." He carefully avoids looking her in the eye.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"You assume many things," Cordelia whispers harshly under her breath to Brev. And then louder, she continues to the elf. "Mae..gae...erm...afternoon," she finishes with an apologetic smile. "My friend?" She glances to Brev. "I believe he is fearful of horses."
[Rochwen(#30925)]
A hand pats the horse's neck when they draw close enough. After a moment of consideration, Rochwen removes her hand from the headstall, and the horse stands, content - at least for the moment - not to wander. The greeting from Cordelia earns a friendly half-smile, and the elf nods her head. "Mae govannen as well," she says. Her voice slows over the last half of the Elvish phrase, separating the syllables so Cordelia might catch them. To Brev, she nods. "Good afternoon as well." Her brow creases in a slight frown, puzzlement in her eyes as she considers the man. A glance towards the horse, before her focus returns to him. "My mare will not bite, if that is the concern?"
"So do you," Brev hisses back to Cordelia, scrambling to his feet and brushing himself off. "Who says I'm scared?" Pride is a great motivator.
He tilts his head is he listens to the musical-sounding phrase spoken by Rochwen, and his lips move slightly as though he were trying to memorize it. When he's addressed he shrugs and makes casual answer, "Last time I had a close encounter with one of his - her? - kind, it wasn't too friendly. He continues to watch the horse carefully, though the astute might wonder if the animal is all here that he fears.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"Mae govannen," Cordelia smiles, repeating the word slowly. "Are there often elves in this village or stopping here while traveilng the road?" she asks.
Brev's retort earns a snort. "Well...if you had a bad experience with a horse, wouldn't that make you fearful of them? But I suppose it depends on what happened and why. From the looks of it, that horse seems quite peaceful, as does its rider."
[Rochwen(#30925)]
A cant of her head to one side, and a thoughtful expression settles on Rochwen's face. "Ah, that is understandable," she offers, along with a small smile, "I have had my own share of...less than pleasant encounters. I promise that my Fain is well trained, though." Another pat is given to the gray's neck, though the horse seems content to try and nibble at the edge of Cordelia's cloak. A brown equine eye is cast towards Brev briefly, though. The elf smiles and nods to Cordelia's pronounciation a moment later. "I do not know how often my kind pass through here, but it happens on occasion."
Brev stares challengingly back at the brown equine eye for a moment, then glances down at what the horse is doing. "You would appear to be lunch," he states to Cordelia drily. Then, the words spoken to the air somewhere between the woman and the elf, "I'd best get back to work. Off to fetch some more nails, first - see you later." Picking up his back of tools and slinging it over his shoulder, he moves off, with only a nod of the head as farewell. Fear of the grey? Or could it be that - perish the thought - Brev does not /quite/ trust elf-kind. Time will no doubt tell.
[Cordelia(#24827)]
"What? Oh!" Cordelia laughs and tugs gently at her cloak to try to get it from the horse. "I think the grass is tastier....is it true elves can talk to their horses?" she asks, looking from elf to mare.
Then, as Brev leaves, she nods to him, watching him go. "Not many travel the roads these days, it being so dangerous." Perhaps the look she gives Brev is significant in that. ""What brings you and your kind here?" This to the elf again.
Players: Brev, Cordelia, Rochwen
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