Dubhaine Family/Brigdha/Roleplays/1019/November

1st November

Summer Evening -- Meuse

Banetal Dragoness

Banetal was not aware if the realms in the north already had heard about the "sad news".

Banetal wrote with his own hand: "My fellow judges, friends, I have sad news." He hesitated and took a sip red wine. How to phrase it?

"I have news that some might make cheer, but for me it is a sad experience. King Kay Peregrin felt in battle. At Your Service"

So he had signed the short letter and he looked around ... no raven here. "Gudrun! Giselher! Galm!" he called that couple of ravens, and their companion, in this case a mighty hawk, Galm.

As most of the time, the companion was first to arrive in his room, through the arrow slit. The Ravens had the habit to play "we did not hear you" and only came after a while. But in this case they landed in his room on the table just a minute after the hawk.

"At your service" one sad mocking him. He looked over, but could not judge if it was the female or male, because both were busy eating.

"Gudrun", he said, addressing the big female Raven, "Bring this letter to the north" ... he was to tired to write a letter for every realm.

"Next big city beyond the river", he added.

"That is Westmoore", Gudrun answered. Gudrun was one of the few ravens who not just could talk but also was really smart and talked with sense instead of just playing with words or giving stereotype answers.

Banetal was to tired to write a letter for every northern leader, or judge. He took another sip the goblet with red wine. "Gudrun, deliver the letter please!" Banetal looked at Galm: "Protect them! Avoid humans and their arrows!"

The bird of prey looked sternly at him and nodded. Not able to speak, they nevertheless where as smart as ravens and understood every work.

Galm shrieked: "Eeeeeeek!"

Kiera Cavendish

"Keep the men ready to move out, Andred. Get those repairs finished up."

"M'lady," her sergeant touched his forehead.

"We've been charged with strengthening the defenses of Akesh Temple."

"Indeed, m'lady?"

"By the King, Himself," she added.

"Indeed, m'lady?"

She beamed.

8th November

Summer Day -- Meuse

Solstice

The Courtship of King Kay I

The foppish town crier marched to the town square that day, in his typical tights and doublet, a floppy feathered cap and shoes that curled at the end. He toted the one scroll in particular, in a bronze case from which he withdrew a parchment, and clearing his throat, proclaimed loudly,

"Lords and Ladies, their retainers please!

Let it be known thusly that King Kay, the Lion King of Perdan, seeks an enduring betrothal!

The King is comely, young and fit, and rumors of his recent demise are greatly exaggerated!

The union thus, of the young King and a Northern landed Lady, pursuant to hitherto unknown PEACE with the Realm of Perdan is assured!

Progeny thereafter, mayhap a young Price or Princess of the realm! Peace everlasting between the North and the South!

Interested parties of (of station Baroness or higher!) should enquire thusly with proof of lineage and recent portraiture care of Perdan City, Perdan!"

Satisfied, the crier hopped of his step, rolled up his scroll and carried on to the next town.