Dubhaine Family/Brigdha/Roleplays/2020/April

Dubhaine Family
Fame	40
Wealth	19485
Home Region	Ashforth
Home World	East Continent

Clan Dubhaine:

• Aednadh
• Aibhlidhn
• Aoifa
• Brigdha
• Cathal
• Ciarghuala
• Etain
• Moira
• Rhidhana
• Scein
• Threiginion

5th April

Summer Evening - Evora

Christofer III Kane

The healers had been taking care of Christofer the best they could, but could not get control of this disease. They continued the regiment of herbs and moving him every few hours as it seemed to help a little.

The front door burst open and a shriveled old woman, clearly a peasant, came roaring through the clinic.

"Where is the young Christofer? I be Witch Hazel and I need to take care of him!"

"Why would he allow you to assist?"

"I done been taking care of the Kane family since before this ones Grandfather was born and I be damned ifn stop now!"

"By all accounts, his Grandfather died some sixty years ago and he was about 65 then, that would put you at about 130-140 years old. I really doubt that you could be that old, now begone!!"

"Lissen sonny, either you take me to Lord Christofer or I'll put a hex on ye that your great-grandkids will have to deal with"

The old lady had moved into the healers face and put a boney finger against his nose. "Move it NOW or there be Hell to pay!!"

The healer had gone pale and backed up away from this crazy lady, somehow he believed her about being a witch and the hex. "Uh, Maam, please come this wat then." and he led her to Christofers bedside.

6th April

Summer Evening - Evora

Christofer III Kane

Witch Hazel followed the healer to the room of Lord Christofer, She went to look at her new patient and muttered "He looks almost exactly like his Grandpa at that age"

The healer meanwhile watched in fascination as she went about examining Christofer, She held her ear to his chest and listened, stood up quickly and licked his cheek tasting whatever it was her tongue had picked up. She had poked and prodded everything imaginable on his body and at one point lifted his genitals in her hand and seemingly weighed them.

She produced a scrap of paper handed it to the healer and told him that she needed everything on the list, as she turned around the healer scanned the list all were common herbs and plants except...

He looked up to ask a question, she had somehow produced a small black pot and was in the process of building a fire in the center of the room.

"Why do you need 12 chickens?"

" I gots ta eat don't I? By the way last count I was 200 years old, now shut up and get me my stuff!"

7th April

Summer Evening - Evora

Lindow Moonsun

The sun was falling across the horizon. Lindow was in front of a small temple. He knew that Lord Crhistofer was seriously ill in Evora. I had thought about visiting it, but there was a high risk of contagion.

The temple was a polished stone religious building. When Lindow entered, he had to leave his shoes and sword at the entrance, he was only wearing a blue robe with a red cloak. The reason is because being a place of rest and peace, it is forbidden to enter with weapons and war clothes.

Once inside, he found himself in a circular room, full of columns that formed smaller circles until the center of the room, where there was a great cauldron. It was the only light in the place, a light that collided with the columns, forming shadows.

Lindow approached the cauldron, it was a beautifully ornamented object, with timbers from which the flames emanated. In front of the cauldron was a small table with dry branches and woolen thread. Lindow picked up three branches, and tied them with the woolen thread. He approached the cauldron and whispered

"Body, mind and soul"

and threw the branches into the cauldron. After that, Lindow bowed and he turned in the direction of the exit, where there was a lady looking at him.

- Welcome, Grey Exarch Luna - Lindow whispered once close to her - An offering for the sick? -

Luna Tempest

Lady Tempest stood at the entrance of the temple observing her king as he made an offering taking note of the customs.

Temples were not usually a place Luna would frequent as she preferred her studies to religion but would agree it certainly had it place in the world. However this visit wasn't about faith, its was a show of support for her fellow noble Lord Christofer III who is recovering from the disease that is plaguing Karbala.

As the Shadow King concluded and returned to the entrance he whispered to the lady "An offering for the sick?"

Luna nodded in agreement as she removed her sword and boots. Lady Tempest wasn't wearing the armour that had been gifted to her by the Shadow King as they were away from the frontline leaving her wearing just a simple pale blue tunic. While not very lady-like it was practical considering her station. Realizing she never prepared an offering Luna reaches for her journal carefully tearing out a blank page. A few moments later she had folded the page into a bird, an eagle. Supposedly some believe the majestic bird represented spirit and healing.

The lady approached the same as her king, through the shadows. When Luna reached the fire within the cauldron she whispered

"Lord Christofer III, may you recover and soar ever higher"

before throwing the paper eagle into the cauldron.

Lady Tempest would give a respectful bow before returning to the entrance to retrieve her sword and see if the Shadow King was still in attendance.

Christofer III Kane

The Healers actively avoided the area Christofer was recovering in, the logic was simple, "This place smells like a pigsty crossed with a skunk, crossed with dead vermin" one was heard to mutter.

"It's due to that old crazy lady the other answered." They plugged their noses and continued to Lord Christofers room where they found Witch Hazel pouring warm but partially congealed liquid on his sleeping body.

"What are you doing?" They cried when they had entered. "Ahhh, boys, this will release the disease from his body and wake him up. Look he is stirring already!"

Sure enough, for the first time in weeks, Christofer had started moaning and moving in his bed. "Now comes his dreams" The Witch advised.

---

Christofer was in his home in Bragga, but it wasn't his home yet. It seemed to be years before he had even been born. He wandered the halls and noticed things either out of place or things he had never before seen. In one corner stood a suit of armor from the defining red color to the wings(?) on the helmet he knew was the long since vanished Kane family armor, in its grip was a Claymore and upon closer examination, He discovered the family name "Kane" on the hilt.

'Is this truly where they disappeared to?' He was thinking when his thoughts were interrupted.

"Ahh, finally you show up." a man had stated. Christofer turned with a start, not knowing what to think but was face to face with an older man. This man was very familiar even though he knew he had never seen him before. He was an older man with a kindly but scarred face, He looked like he was a relative of some sort.

"Forgive me, I have not introduced myself, I am Edward Kane, Lord of Bragga, priest, and co-founder of The Flow of the Balance."

"I am Christofer Kane III I am Lord of Bragga."

"Yes, I have been expecting you. You Grandfather Christofer was my younger brother. I died in the bed you sleep in when at home. Today I just want to tell you where I have hidden the family heirlooms you just found."

Christofer was suddenly in front of a blank wall he had never noticed before. Edward reached out, took Christofers hand and guided him to a stone that slipped easily beneath his hand. The wall pivoted on unseen hinges and opened to a room that was only large enough for a few select items. Christofer blinked and the armor with the sword appeared within.

Christofer opened his mouth with so many questions but Edward stopped him, "No more for now, we have plenty of time at a later date. Right now you need to concentrate on getting better."

"NOW WAKE UP!!!" Witch Hazel was shouting.

He moaned and tried to open his eyes but that was a chore unto itself.

9th April

Summer Evening - Evora

Christofer III Kane

Witch Hazel wiped the gelled concoction from Christofers eyes. He slept again breathing deep and without trouble. Looking at the healers she stated

"You boys can take it from here, he is out of danger now"

She packed her stuff and left the room and the sanatarium.

The healers looked horrified at the room and the state she left it in.

"Get the maids in here! Nurses, clean Lord Christofer before he wakes up."

11th April

Summer Evening - Evora

Kiera Cavendish

Dressed in black armor, but with her helm strapped to her horse, Kiera lead the slow march south.

One hundred archers, most of them new to her leadership, kept the steady rhythm as the crossed through the pastoral lands of northern Caligus. They were untried, but their leader was not.

"We need to pick up the pace," she said t Captain Eadinda. "Troops are already gathered in Abadan. We don't want to miss the fun."

13th April

Summer Day - Evora

Kiera Cavendish

"Report of Abadan, m'lady. Seems many have already pushed into Moyale."

Kiera glanced at the writings, noting the names of the nobles present. "Excellent. A fair, easy start to our new Euxarch's first campaign."

She turned to Captain Eadinda. "Let's move them forward. Shadowdale is too spread out; we need to form up."

The Captain saluted and went off to carry out her orders.

14th April

Summer Day - Braga

Christofer III Kane

Christofer had lain in bed for weeks now, he was finally getting over this illness that had befallen him and was convalescing only because he hadn't had the strength to argue with the healers. He had heard the stories of the old hag who called herself Witch Hazel and had claimed she had attended to his grandfather Christofer the first. Of course, there had been family stories of such a person, but there had been nothing said about her since his Grandfather died in battle all those years ago. For now, he had to put it out of his mind though, he then called for Captain Reinolt.

"Take the troops and follow the orders of the General, I need to go home on a special errand."

"Sir, are you sure you can make it alright? You have been so sick for so long, I don't like you going off on your own."

"Leave that to me! I will take my scribe and my personal healer, all should go well. For now though, muster the troop and move out!"

15th April

Summer Evening - Tabost

Jaques Talos

Jaques finished his letter and gave it to the messenger.

'Take this to the marshal immediately.'

The messenger bowed and left, Jaques turned to the table and lent on it, pouring a large wine he sat down, He recalled the battle going on when they had arrived.

(A Few Hours Earlier)

'My Lord, we are now cresting the last hill, we should see the borders of Woolton soon.' Jaques looked at Captain Hildemund and nodded, as they approached the crest he heard shouting. He felt his limbs stiffen and started to shake with excitement as the adrenaline started to surge, he knew that sound, it was battle!.

'Speed up men, I hear fighting!' he said excitedly, the energy from his army's excitement almost tangible. He crested the hill and looked at the battlefield he was approaching, his heart fell, and he felt the excitement evaporate away.

'PEASANTS! WHY IS IT ALWAYS PEASANTS?!' He threw down his shield, as he screamed. Captain Hildemund dismounted and picked up Jaques shield.

'They could make good practice for the troops my Lord.'

Jacques took his shield and looked at the layout of the allied troops ahead.

'PRACTICE MY ARSE, BY THE TIME THE ARCHERS HAVE FINISHED THERE WILL BE NONE LEFT. IF THERE IS, THE OTHER INFANTRY WILL GET MOST OF IT!'

He rested his head on his hand for a second, breathed deeply and turned to Hildemund. 'Lets get this farce over with.' Hildemund bowed and signalled to the troops, who begrudgingly started forward towards the battlefield. What would it take to get a decent battle?

(present)

Jaques reminisced about his early days, life as a robber Baron had been much easier. Not giving a damn about honour, as a bastard son there was little to be had, but his father was now watching, as his legitimate brother was falling out of favour. Looking around his tent, he realised that he had got used to a very specific lifestyle, one that was hard to replicate if not for the family's money. Shuddering as he felt the disgust of his fathers fickleness and cursing the fact he had got so used to luxury, he drank even deeper.

'Puffed up old coot, had a silver spoon up his arse most his life and now looks down on us.'

As he was finishing fourth goblet of wine, the messenger came in the tent and handed him a letter.

'It's a reply from the marshal, sire.'

Quickly standing, Jaques took it, tore open the seal and read. Once finished he looked at the messenger. 'Get me captain Hildemund.'

The captain arrived a little bit later. 'Yes sire?'

'We had a reply Hildemund. We have free reign, the men need to blow off steam after the disappointment of today's skirmish.'

'As you wish my Lord.' The captain turned to leave.

'Oh and Hildemund, let's try and keep the deaths and unsavoury acts to a minimum, if possible, don't want Father to think badly of me.'

'Yes my lord.' Hildemund bowed as he left. Jaques poured more wine and retired to his chamber, sat down on his bed and smiled.

'Well my dear, let us enjoy the downtime.' the woman in his tent smiled as she filled up a bowl of water for washing...

17th April

Summer Evening - Sermbar

Luna Tempest

Lady Luna Tempest was still standing firm in the same spot from where she commanded the Shadow Legion's opening maneuver. From the first arrow of the battle to the last arrow her feet planted firmly like a tree rooted to the ground. The battle was now over and the Grey Exarch was receiving reports and contemplating the results of the battle.

The Northern allied host greatly out numbered that of the Perdan-Vix host making victory seem inevitable however based on the opening volleys from the archers it seemed anyone's game. It wasn't until the valiant cavalry charge led by Lord Speaker Lyanna Arylon and her Golden Cavalry that the battles outcome was truly decided. With the Lord Speakers and the other commanders of cavalry; Azreal, Jürgen and Theodius crashing into front line they easily swept aside the enemy infantry craving a huge opening in their front line. From there on the battle was decided and the Northern Host would claim victory.

As the Grey Exarch reviewed and received reports from various nobles and captains she noted that casualties were quite light, and that there were no reports of any northern nobles even being wounded. It might not have been the most glorious battle or victory but the green general was more than thrilled by the win as Luna proved herself capable to lead the Shadow Legion in to battle.

Lady Tempest would spend the remaining time of her day sending off letters reports and a few more orders before preparing the coming nights strategy.

Christofer III Kane

Even though he was but one region away from Braga, it took an extended period of time for Christofer to reach his home. His healer was always hovering around his shoulder, insisting they stop when he perceived Christofer was in the least bit tired. Eventually, they reached his home. He knew it had been his Great Uncle Edwards' home due to found documents and had always felt at home there.

It was late at night when they finally arrived and Christofer decided to wait until morning to investigate the vision he had while asleep with fever. He slept and with sleep came a dream.

Edward was there at his bedside, silently motioning for Christofer to follow, He moved through the castle easily and came to the wall, he once again showed his Great Nephew the latch. He move back to the bedchambers.

"I've told you some of the family history, Here is some more, Your Grandfather, and namesake Christofer, was King of Eston, Atamara directly after the sudden death of their beloved King Andrew."

(OOC: Andrew was played by Matt Hetland who had a major Cardiac incident while working. We found him three days later parked in a rest area in the mountains of Colorado.)

"He kept the realm together during the mourning of King Andrew and when it was back on its feet, he stepped aside in order for others to be able to fufill the destiny of the realm. He was, indeed, a honorable man. He died in battle, he always led his troops from the front and looked danger head on."

" For now wake up and find your gifts."

Christofer awoke refreshed and feeling better than he had for weeks. His healer came in and checked him out, declared him fit to go back to work and left. Christofer cleared everyone else out because he wanted to keep the secret room secret. He found the wall, located the latch and pressed.

---

The latch made a clicking noise and the wall started to move but not as smoothly as it had in his vision. It groaned open a few inches and stopped, Christofer pulled it open and looked at the treasure within.

The Kane family armor and sword were there, untouched for decades. They needed some minor tending to, for example, the sword needed to be sharpened but all in all, they were in very good shape. He moved his treasures back to his room, barred the door and started preparing his new weapons.

18th April

Summer Day - Dale

Jaques Talos

As the army was walking back, Jaques looked around and saw the Margrave further down the line, spurring his horse he caught up.

'How are you feeling this morning Margrave?, don't worry about the Goblet, take it as a meeting gift. The noble I took it from won't need it'

Maccio Aurelle

- "Feelin' great! Been thinkin' about the rebellion. Nivermus has been idle fer a while. So I was wonderin'... Wot if the leader of the uprisin' is a warmonger? It would be fun, wouldn't it? We would either have to march north to get his head on a pike fer allying with the south or, even better, have Nivermus finally join our campaigns in the south! Ah hah! Sirion, Eponllyn, Caligus, Shadowdale AND Nivermus, all of their armies meetin' to wreak havoc in Perdan city! It would be glorious..."

Jaques Talos

'Indeed Margrave, but to many involved may mean less for the rest of us' Jaques smiled

'But as fun as another war may be, my troops may need to recover from this first, but i do look forward to sharing a battlefield with you Sir.'

Christofer III Kane

Christofer called in a squire and had him work on preparing the armor, getting it ready for use again. The years of unuse had their toll, the squire had to disassemble the armor oil it and reassemble it, then he shined it.

Christofer had worked on sharpening the sword it was amazing to him that it could become so dull just from sitting around, but finally it was ready.

Christofer gave the orders to his healer and his personal scribe and squire that the leave for Akesh Temple immediately.

He wore his armor.