Bluelake Family/IrisWyllaRP/MeetHam

The twins meet the Hormondsons

Roleplay from Ham Hormondson

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Ham and Marlo stepped out of the bank in Belegrond, a rather crude bank with all the looks of temporary structure. Strongholds never seem to have banks for some reason.

As the strode to their waiting troops they noticed two young women ... in armour ... looking identical. Ham went pale, the last of his dark hair turned white as he saw his queen again. Marlo just stopped and stared hungrily.

Ham gathered his wits first and looked at Marlo. "What are you doing boy?! I thought you liked Alma."

Marlo, eyes slightly glassy, merely said "Who?" before approaching the two young ladies. "I am sure I would have seen such lovely ladies before now. Who are you and are you joining us on campaign in Silnaria?" he said smiling brightly.

"I am General Marlo." He bowed courteously.

Ham merely smiled at Iris and Wylla. "Meet Iris and Wylla Bluelake. I am the head of the Falasani fellowship and the leader of the Warrior Saints here on Atamara. I was once Arch-Priest of Falasan. I, Ham Hormondson, am at your service, my dear ladies." He bowed respectfully. Just then his back clicked loudly. Marlo stood up straight and became alarmed at his uncle who gripped his arm in a death-grip. "Help me up boy!" hissed Ham.

Marlo tried. And Failed. Ham started to curse. Marlo grinned at the girls impudently. Both Hotchkiss servants turned up. "Let me help you sir".

Eventually, after much cursing and fussing. Ham was standing straight. His broad shoulders looking slightly awkward now in old age. Slightly embarrassed, he merely said "You look remakably like your Grandmother. I miss her every day." He limped away.

Marlo looked at his Hotchkiss, "you are much fatter than your uncle ... what's in the bag."

The fat Hotchkiss patted the bag fondly, it moved and purred slightly. "I've always wanted a pet. I just saw an old lady with dozens of these."

Marlo went extremely pale and gripped the dagger at his side. "That had better not be a cat. Cats terrify me." He admitted. All thoughts of the two lovely ladies at his side were gone. Hotchkiss mumbled something under his breath and hurried away.

Marlo turned to the Bluelake sisters. "We will travel through Dondor and Amdor and Camp in Meneriel. Please dine with me there. I look forward to your company on the campaign." He smiled ... looking every inch the son of Murdo ... and strode to his waiting men.

Roleplay from Iris Bluelake

Iris saw Marlo go away with a polite smirk on her face, and turned to Wylla who was looking livid with anger. She touched her sister's arm and they exchanged a meaningful look. Iris sighed.

"Yes, I didn't like him either... He's your liege, you say?" "Yes, he is. He seemed much better through his letters than in person, though. Not liking cats I can understand... but did you see the look he gave us? Alma is in love with him! She's our cousin! Can I go ahead and smack him for her?"

Iris now looked as mighty as Queen Ilya, though she didn't know it herself. "No! You never say that about your liege again. You must obey him, and if the order is too horrible, then you tell it to people who can deal with him. You can't. We are still too weak, Wylla." She paused "He might be a weird kind, but he's still General, and I suppose he didn't get there without any merit." She smiled "Also, uncle Ham seems nice and reasonable."

"Well, you've been thinking anyone who treats you like a queen is reasonable!" Getting her temper under control, Wylla restarted "But yes, sis, I know. He seemed like a good guy, if a bit old for his job. Just like the other crone. There's a lot for us to learn from them... things Father couldn't explain, and grandma wouldn't talk about."

Iris put her arm around Wylla's shoulder. "You know, I really like you when you stop to think. Now should we get ready to leave? Is Alma going with you?" "She is, but... oh, well. I'll just try to say the least necessary." "That's my girl." "Yeah. Let's go."