Dubhaine Family/Ciarghuala/Roleplays/1019/April

7th April

Winter Day -- Mozyr

Brec'han Le Bras

Captain Magdalena: "The captain says we make land in morning. Men like not the sailing."

Brec'han smiles. Men will like the plans.

11th April

Winter Evening -- Cobalt Gulf

Kiran Mir-Ashtan

As you go to bed, you spot a dark figure hiding in the shadows. No sooner have you drawn your sword and readied yourself for combat, as the infiltrator attacks. You can parry most of the attacks, but one gets through, wounding you. Fortunately, nearby guards arrive before your attacker can finish the job. The guards are unable to prevent the attacker's escape.

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Kiran decided to pen a letter, he after all did have an interest at studying other nobles. They were interesting creatuers after all his background was that of a Mercenary and to survive information was power. There should have only been a handful of people that could attempt a strike against him in Duil and one was already eliminated due to the requirements set on them by the duties of a Cavalier, one other individual remained one that Kiran was well aware of from their previous Lurian Service, the now Margravine Peregrine.

He was jumped while returning to his chambers, though Kiran thought he could have a slightly mischievous play in regards to the situation.

Kiran began penning his letter

"Dear Margravine Peregrine,

I wonder if it was yourself that managed to breach the cordon of my quarters. After all it is understandable if a young lady growing further into adulthood might wish to observe unusual individual's that have received noble titles. Though I would suggest if you seek to observe individual retiring in their bedwear. That you do not hide yourself within the shadows, you could easily be mistaken for an Assassin or worse maybe a distort or deviant.

If you would be so kind as to announce yourself, should you wish to attend my quarters that would be preferable while a tussle of blades is interesting. There are many other interesting encounters, maybe you would be as so kind to show me round your estate and quarters in your region of the Outskirts of Eidulb.

While I could always visit it in a profession's context that would greatly displease the ladies of power in my life, though a visitation not in regards to business would be perfectly fine.

With humble blades,

Kiran Mir-Ashtan Earl of Nid Tek"

Kiran couldn't help but somewhat chuckle to himself. Maybe this was a jest to far but he wasn't to be restrained by noble etiquette as those other blue bloods were and it always interested him to see if his conduct made someone hot under the collar as he had the letter sent off by runner.

12th April

Winter Day -- Cobalt Gulf

Brec'han Le Bras

Brec'han looks at city of Mimer, amazed. So many buildings, so many peoples. All dresses, all colors.

"Quiet now" he makes warning. "We look. We report. We leave."

So many things for seeing, he thinks.

16th April

Winter Evening -- Ammando

William Fitz Roberts

This morning

The citizens of Poryatown were gathered in the square before the villa, awaiting the daily address from their lord as he held court. Many looked round as they heard shouting coming from the direction of the white citadel, where the prisoners were usually kept. A roar of excitement went up as they saw the cart upon which a noble woman was tied, beaten and broken. The citizens looked up as William and his family stood out upon the balcony and raised his arms

‘Behold, a traitor to Luria, caught in the act of attempted murder of our heroic vice-marshal’ Bellows of rage and hatred went up from the crowd as they began to pelt Bellatrix with mud and stones. She was dragged onto the gallows that stood in the centre of the square, usually used for punishing common murderers and rapists.

William nodded for the hangman to get on with it. Next to him stood his twin daughters, who had grown much in the last few years in Poryatown and were close to their mother in height. Manfred was also there, looking on in disapproval. William muttered under his breath, so only Anne could hear ‘I told you, I always get someone once I have decided they need to go’

‘Indeed you did husband’ Anne said smiling, then frowned as the rope around Bellatrix’s neck snapped. ‘Oh for goodness sake’ she snarled as the citizens of Poryatown surged forward. Under the traditions of the city, if the hangman’s rope snapped then the fate of the condemned belonged to the will of the people. Sometimes they were granted mercy. Most times, however, the citizens enacted their own method of punishment, with sticks and stones and fists and boots. William turned as he heard Manfred vomit. He grabbed the youth, pulling her close ‘tell me, how are you Antonia’s son?!’ he growled, before pushing the boy aside and walking back inside, flanked by his daughters. He trusted that his people would deal with the traitor.

He nodded at the master carpenter as he passed and stopped for a moment ‘good work with the rope’ he muttered, handing the man three gold coins. ‘Thank you m’lord’ the man bowed and scurried away