Swordfell/Spring Opener/Walk in the Garden

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Walk in the Garden

Roleplay from Enoch Dishman

Enoch was well amused by the spectacle. He was impressed with the generosity of Kiyth, as well as his creation. A man worth keeping note of, for sure.

He turned to Abbigal as she admired her new armor and whispered, "Let me escort you to the coach to place your gift away. I fear some of these servants may have hit the harder spirits that await us for deeper in the night and would mishandle such fine ware. Perhaps once your new armor is secured away we could take a walk among the gardens? I might be interested in taking a peek into this 'private church' Sir Bowie has tucked away. Monkey's, dwarves, and fire are fine affair...but secrets spark my interest"



Roleplay from Abbigal Pike

Abbigal was already heading to the bar when Enoch whispered to her with his request. She smiled a bit before whispering back.

"Unfortunately I did not arrive by Coach tonight. I still have a small estate here from when I was Duchess I chose to simply walk. I am sure I can talk our host into letting me lock it in a spare room for safe keeping while we go for a stole. I hope you do not mind if I bring is some drink to share while we are in the garden?"

Abbigal did not wait long for a reply but continued to walk over to the bar. She opened a bottle of Ashrathe and poured some for Bowie and herself. She quickly drank hers and then whispered to Bowie.

"My good friend. Can I borrow a room that you can lock to store Kiyths gift while a change of clothes arrive and me and my escort for the night go and view your gardens and the church."

She paused for a moment eying the bottle of Ashrathe then closes it back up again.

"Ohh, and I will be taking this bottle with me."


Roleplay from Enoch Dishman

Enoch saw Abbigal bring a bottle Ashrathe and smiled a rogue's smile. A lady who could keep her calm, keep her drink, and keep men from each other's throats was a lady worth fighting for. This man "Creed", a man who had taken residence in the lady's heart, must be a fine lad indeed. It would take effort to upstage an old flame. As he had agreed with Bowie, it was effort that tended the greenest grass, the sweetest honey, and the finest milk.

Enoch and Abbigal walked away from the main foray of the party, with a decrescendo of laughs and jeers coming from Bowie's roast. He knew he could throw a barb or two quite well, his tongue had earned him a few beatings in his day, but he had hopes of better use for his silvered tool. He took Abbigal's arm in his and stole a swig of Ashrathe, bolstering his already warmed boldness.

Opening the back door to the garden, both he and her were immediately hit with a botanical perfume that was most pleasing. Flowrestown in the spring was a host to a variable banquet of flowers and herbs. As he and Abbigal walked among them, he noted several he had not seen in his travels. Strange vines and budding stalks that were foreign, surely boons of Bowie's travels afar.

There were no others in sight, only the moon's glow and the smell of spring to see the young knight and young Imperatrice. Coming upon a stone benchwork, he bid Abbigal sit with him. Admiring the bouquet around them bathed in moonlight, they took a few drinks of the potent bottle, then Enoch took her hand and spoke.

"Lady Abbigal, I feel I must confess myself to you. Since my arrival, I have become enraptured by you. Your bold leadership, gentle care, and capable warrior spirit has entrapped my heart more than any siren's song could hope to accomplish. I left my family in the lands of the East Continent to seek adventure and love. I found both immediately after setting foot from the boat that brought me here. I am yours, and I would hope that you would be mine."

With that, Enoch stole a long kiss...


Roleplay from Abbigal Pike

Abbigal followed Enoch as they went through the garden. It was very good to be outside in the fresh air. She enjoyed walking though the garden and seeing all the plants that Bowie had gathered there. Like most of the things that Bowie collected there was a large variety to see. Abbigal was drinking from the bottle quite happily listing to Enoch's words. She had just taken another drink after he finished talking when he kissed her. Abbigal was surprised at the knights boldness. It had been a long time since she had been kissed especially like this. Yet the person was wrong. Abbigal pushed Enoch away and slapped his face.

"I think you have forgotten yourself Sir Enoch. Do you think me a smiple noblewoman. You knew before we came here that there was someone else in my life. Did you really think that I could be so easily swooned by your words and and a bit of the Deamons drink. I can assure you I have enjoyed Bowie's drinks many a time and it would take better words and more time to make me forget the man I love."

Abbigal stood up and began to go.

"Can you behave yourself for the rest of night or should do I need to have the Ice king escort you out?"


Roleplay from Enoch Dishman

"I did not mean to offend. I think that it may be I, rather than you, that was to be the victim of strong Ironside drink tonight. I will contain my passion, and offer you my apologies. Please, go and rejoin the party. I did not mean to disrupt your night so. I think it would be best if I stay outside a time and sober myself."

He hung his head low and watched her go. Gods, what a slap! What a kiss! A mixture of pleasure, pain, and drunkenness made him smirk once Abbigal had slammed the door and he was alone. He had been bold, and perhaps set himself back rather than forward, but his sentiments had to be said. Done, rather...no mere words could have captured how he felt.

Enoch noticed that Abbigal had left the bottle. He took a great swig of it and set it next to the bench. He clipped a flower not yet in full bloom, a thing called 'lover's knot', and set it in the bottle. A shrine to his first kiss (and slap) from a truly worthy woman. The alcohol would poison the budding lover's knot, and seal the fate of it's fruition. He began to walk about the gardens.

After a while, he came upon a stone building with an arched roof that resembled a small mausoleum. Beautiful women carved in marble, one old and one young so alike to show familial bonds, Covet is the Mother of All Schemes. etched above the sealed door.

"Aye, that is the truth. Hubris, the father of Covet.". This must be Bowie's secret chapel. He had not lied when he told Abbigal he had intended a peek. He investigated the seal on the door, it appeared to be a common bar with a lock securing it. He had picked his share of locks with his childhood miscreant friends. Some of the vagabond had rubbed off on him had done him poorly, some came in quite handy.

He picked the lock, making sure no damage was done to show evidence of tamper. He eased the bar from the door and opened the door ever so slightly. What he founds was.....