Dubhaine Family/Scein/Roleplays/1019/December
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3rd December
Summer Day -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
"Scein Dubhaine has held court in Taselak. The locals feel vaguely gratified that their grievances are heard, but that's all..."
I will have the locals know that the days you feel vaguely gratified are some of the very best times of your life with the benefit of hindsight. Perhaps the people of Taselak need to March to war a little harder and we should crack the whip... Some more... a little louder.
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken Mused over the reports of the siege of Hartford.
King Rev did his name honor today!
Shield of the realm indeed.
Revs regiment pushed their Siege engines towards the wall ahead of all the other commanders. Catchin' arrows Slings and Javelins all the way.
First at the wall. Thrown back in Turmoil by the lone defender....
Under protection of the shield, archers made short work of the defenders. Excellent work Kraken thought!
18th December
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Joselyn Hensley
A Vignette from Perdan
"Tamsyn!" Elinor called for her steward, dismissing her scribe to relay her latest letter.
"Yes, milady?" An older, heavy-set woman stepped over the few feet from the area designated as the camp kitchen to the (currently) open sided tent Elinor was using as her bedchamber and office.
"Let's set a proper table for supper tonight, we might be having a bit of company." She looked up at the sky and sniffed the breeze, "It looks to be staying clear, so I don't think we'll need a cover. I think we should bring out some of the special things from home."
"Cook won't be able to make too many changes to the menu this late in the day, ma'am," Tamsyn frowned thoughtfully, "We do have plenty of dried whinberries and fish, of course; I think I could persuade her to do some of her special pasties."
"You don't think they'll be too plain for a guest, too...country?"
Tamsyn shook her head fiercely, "Anyone who could turn up their nose at Marjery's pasties filled with the best bits of Dimwood isn't worth knowing, my lady, and that's a fact. I'll see to the table and speak with Cook."
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken made his rounds that evening. Several commanders had left the Celebration to their men and were getting their amps organized with their quartermasters and rationers. The smells of different foods, Taselakan but also various foods from nobles ancestral homes. One scent particularly drew him in. It was sweet yet spicy. It seemed to come form Lady Joselyns camp.
