Dubhaine Family/Brigdha/Roleplays/1018/August

3rd August

Summer Day -- Nascot

Glory Gabanus

Servants kept running back and forth, towels gathered, parfume secured to scent the room and a new dress for the Queen was brought into the room. Within the hour a pidgeon returned to the castle to inform them that Lady Brigdha had been informed.

Contractions had started, but it would still be several hours before they would become rapid enough. Slowly some form of rest was coming into the room, untill a guard entered the room and moved to Reinhart to whisper something in his ear. "My Queen, there seems to be some visitors who wish to see you, I will inform them to wait a day and will then return again your grace," he said as he smiled towards Glory. "Don't stay away too long Reinhart," she replied.

With those words he left the room and as soon as he had made some distance he turned to the guard who had come in "What do you mean an enemy army?" and the guard led him to the ballistrades "Milord, look in the distance," and so Reinhart did. Fires could be seen in the distance, and banners although unclear to whom they belonged. "Perhaps they are friendly milord?" the guard then continued but Reinhart interrupted him "From the south-east? No, they are not friendly. Prepare the defenses of the castle. Leave the walls of Meuse, but guard the castle and the Queen at all costs, and nobody is to inform her do you understand me? I will kill the first one who tells the Queen, she cannot be scared in the middle of labor!"

Quickly barricades were set up, doors were blocked, big rocks were placed behind them, oil and pitch placed near the windows above. They had to survive for some hours more.

5th August

Summer Night -- Meuse

Brigdha Dubhaine

Brigdha threaded her way cautiously through the thick undergrowth, stepping from shadow to shadow with ne'er a pause nor a stumble as she passed beyond the faerie march into the deep wildwood. All about her she could feel the slumbering coils of the Dragon slithering against each other as he dreamt his alien dreams and the weft of the world warped to accommodate them, that ancient serpent's power spreading further south as the fortunes of the Elven Lords waxed ever stronger.

Still these Perdanese lands were heavy with their own ghosts and as Brigdha drew closer to the castle the wildwood slowly gave way to signs of civilisation: a cottage here, smoke ascending erratically from its chimney; an ox wagon there, lumbering along a winding track with its cargo of ale; a group of iron-shod soldiers moving with swift discipline on some appointed task. None saw Brigdha's approach, wrapped as she was in the Black Coat and shrouded in glamour, allowing the Balancewalker to reach the castle gates without further incident.

Throwing aside her disguise she approached the outer gate and struck it a firm, echoing blow with her staff.